Chapter 3

Ryan was. The sound of the spanking - combined with the sound of how much Jillian enjoyed it - attracted a slight crowd, and by the end of the day everyone at Buzz was familiar with Jillian’s rear. She made a point of introducing herself to every department, and one way or another, by the end of each meeting there was at least one hand on her ass.

When she left work that day, she smiled thinking about what she was going to do on the train-ride home. She could try to get as many hands as possible on her rear ... or she could try to position herself near a window, and moon everyone the train passed. So many possibilities ... Outside the train station, however, Jillian found a familiar face waiting for her.

“Ah, so ye remember me?”

She considered ignoring the priest and just walking past, but something about his voice made her stop. It triggered that same deathly fear that it had during their first encounter.

“What do you want?”

“Enjoying life since we met, are ye?”

“I’ll have you know I am, thank you very much. Is there something I can do for you?”

“Alas, there is not. But there’s certainly something I can do for ye...”

The priest snapped his fingers, and Jillian took a step backwards, stunned. She looked down at herself, at the clothes she was wearing.

What had she done??

With a cruel smile, the old man watched as Jillian viewed the events of the last few days in a completely new light. She’d started dressing like a ... like a ... and Jeff! Her housemate! And her boss!

She’d encouraged her entire office to treat her like a play-thing, like an ass on legs ... and she’d been loving every minute!

“Decide to flash me, will ye?”

“I’m so sorry,” Jillian said desperately. “Please ... please, what can I do?”

“Nothing,” the priest said with a grin. “There’s nothing ken be done - this is what happens when ye show off yer harlot body to a man of God.”

“But you’ve got to...”

“No no no,” the old man said in reply, waggling his finger in Jillian’s face. “This is how life is going to be from now on. But don’t worry - yer still going to love it. Ye’ll just be a bit more... aware of the situation from now on.”

Jillian watched in dismay as the priest walked away, moving surprisingly fast. He’d destroyed her life ... and there was nothing she could do about it.

Glancing down at what she’d worn to work that day - a micro-mini skirt, and a blue top that was barely more than a bra - she remembered throwing out the rest of her wardrobe. Still, she had to admit she looked good. And, glancing around, she could see that her clothes were attracting a fair amount of attention.

She caught the eye of a man who was practically drooling as he stared at her legs. With one crook of her finger, he was running towards her, and as she turned around, she grabbed his hands and moved them straight to her ass, smiling as a glorious shiver ran up her spine.

If she was stuck like this, she figured she may as well enjoy it...

***One month later... ###

Jillian smiled at the men staring at her as she ran down the street. One of them beckoned, and she immediately slowed down and walked over to him.

“Heya Jillian,” he said, his hand moving immediately to her mostly-exposed rear. “How’s the new position?”

“Good!” the young woman giggled in response, before closing her eyes and practically purring at the feeling of his hand on her gym shorts.

Once she’d decided to embrace the priest’s curse, life had become a whole lot easier. She’d started doing squats to tone her already-magnificent butt, and had been amazed to discover that as it increased in firmness, it had also become far more sensitive. Just the feeling of the man’s hand was enough to make her knees buckle.

She probably should know his name, but there were just too many men to keep track of. Somehow it had gotten out on her block that her ass was all-access, and now she couldn’t even walk down the street without someone calling her over for a grope.

Not that she was complaining, at all.

As Jillian stood, shivering at the feeling of the man’s soft caress, someone she’d never met before.

“Phil?” the stranger asked, and without ever removing his hand, the man turned at the sound.

“Oh, heya Don.”

“Is this your ... girlfriend?”

“Nah,” Phil replied with a grin. “This is Jillian - she’s basically community property. Here, have a feel.”

A dubious look on his face, Don reached out and grabbed Jillian’s left buttock. She moaned loudly as he squeezed, one finger slowly running back and forth over her smooth skin.

Jillian was wearing tight gym shorts, which she’d specially altered to cover as little of her cheeks as possible. On the waistband it read “SPANK ME”, an offer that she’d been delighted to find people at her gym taking full advantage of.

“Wow. She takes care of herself, doesn’t she?”

The two men continued talking for ten minutes, each with one hand on her butt. Every now and again Jillian would squeal in shock as they gave her ass a sharp spank, but for the most part she was just lost in the fog of happiness that always overcame her when someone was paying attention to her ass.

It took her a minute to notice when the fog finally lifted, and she looked around to discover that she was standing alone on the street. The man had disappeared without so much as a goodbye.

Oh well, Jillian said to herself, trying desperately to focus on the fading feeling of pleasure she’d gotten from their contact with her beautiful rear.

She started jogging again, keen to get home before Jeff did.

Things had changed at her apartment. At first, Jeff had been happy with his housemate parading around all day, showing off huge amounts of skin. It was rare for the two of them to be at home together without Jeff’s hand resting firmly on her tight behind.

They’d even started sleeping in the same bed - it had started when Jillian had fallen asleep on the couch once while resting on Jeff, her buns in his hands. Since then, she’d had trouble sleeping, and quickly learned that if she sneaked into her roommate’s bed, she could position his hands and get a full night’s shut-eye.

She’d woken up to the feeling of Jeff grinding up against her a few times, but it had never gone any further than that.

Somehow the constant presence of her mostly-exposed ass had started to grate on Jeff, however, and he’d gone from casually resting his hands on her to smacking her whenever her butt was around. Jillian didn’t mind, of course - she loved being spanked almost as much as she loved being groped - but it was a sign of a growing frustration building inside her best friend.