A Very Pants Down, Brady Christmas Part: 1

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The office had calmed down all the sales orders out the door, when the door opened and an attractive lady with shoulder length brown hair and a fine behind that hugged her short gray suit skirt. The executive offices were silent and it was just the two of them left in the empty building.

Peter Brady was pouting about going to The Brady's for Christmas and his family finding out of his wife was actually his boss. Peter's wife on the other hand was looking forward to meeting all of Peter's brothers and brothers and sisters Greg, Bobby Marcia, Jan and Cindy.

Peter's wife goes around his desk hugs and kisses him. Suddenly she flinched and pulled away straightening and lowering her skirt across her bottom to project a more business like decorum.

"Ah you're upset because I'm your boss, Peter."

"Well yeah how is that going to look?"

"What you need is something to wipe that little boy pout off your face young man!"

Peter's wife pulled a wooden chair with no arms to the center of the office, sat down smoothing her bottom tightly against her skirt and giving Peter a look at her sexy black pantyhose clad legs.

"Let's go Peter, pull your pants down and get over my lap."

Peter hesitates and his wife/boss is not happy, yet with just a quip of a smile.

"Pull your pants down now young man and you're getting spanked your bare bottom for hesitating."

Peter undoes his belt, opens his gray dress slacks; "zzipp" unzips his pants and tugs them down off his bottom. Reluctantly as his wife/boss pats her skirted lap, he lowers himself over her proffered black nylon encased legs.

As Peter's wife repositioned his bottom upward, she loved the way his tightie whitie underpants molded to his cute rounded bottom.

"Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank."

His loving wife used her hand raising it high and bringing it down hard across his bottom in the tight underwear.

"Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank."

"Now what is this problem you have with telling your folks I am your boss."

"Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank."

His wife was spanking his bottom firm, fast and hard and the sting in his seat was beginning to burn.

His wife was in no mood to stop, until her silly acting husband stopped brooding.

"Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank."

She could now see his red bottom through the tight white underpants.

Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank."

What followed next was a volley of super hard spanks designed to break his sulky mood.

"I wouldn't be acting like this if I was your boss!"

She reached down and Peter felt her fingernail tips slide across his butt crack, grab his man panties and pull them down to the hollow of his knees. The view that greeted her and Peter when he looked back over his wife/boss's shoulder was a glowing red bottom.

"You should be the one working for me, you're the girl in this relationship!"

"OO, Woo Peter Brady you are so maddening!"

Peter did not expect what happened next as his wife and his boss at work pulled a wooden back hairbrush out of her purse.

She spanked his bottom hard up one cheek and down the other and Peter was feeling the deep burn of the hairbrush.

"Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank."

Soon his ass had a crop of red blisters in the center of each cheek.

"Peter I love you, but your behavior is simply childish and I am going to fix it."

"Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Crack, Spank, , Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Crack."

The wooden hairbrush paddled his naughty bottom hard and fast, changing its color to a deep dark red. The force and cumulative effect of the hairbrush spanks caused him to sniffle and buck up off her lap.

"Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Crack."

Sniffles turned to pleas for the spanking to stop and promises not to brood.

"Whack, Spank, Crack, Spank, Crack, Splatt, Spank, Crack, Spank, Whack!"

Peter's wiggles and sniffles had turned into tears and crying.

The spanking with his wife/boss's hairbrush ended.

Peter's bottom a throbbing cherry red as he rubbed it and his wife looked on with glee.

"Okay your right, though for my Piedmont flight I might need a pillow to sit on, giving his wife a slight smile.

"I'm sorry, I really am proud of you and you are a good boss."

Her let me rub some cold cream in your shiny red bum.

Peter's wife reassured her cherry red bottom spanked husband as his sniffling continued.

"I am your boss from nine to five, but you are the boss from five to nine."

"Now let's go meet Greg, Bobby, Marcia, Jan, Cindy and your mom and dad mister."

Peter's wife naming off all of the Brady Bunch family members she was eager to meet.

Peter actually cooed as his wife rubbed in the cool cream on his burning bottom.

Peter though about what had just happened, her wife/boss spanking him and then cleverly reminding him while she was his boss from nine to five, he was the boss from five to nine. Perhaps there would be two sore red butts sitting on pillows during the Piedmont Flight!

End of Part One:

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