As the door closed behind her, she spied a No Smoking sign. Reflexively, her thumb and middle finger came together. With the same motion used to flick a crumb off the table, she flicked an admonishing reminder onto the back of her other hand...pop! Her lips quickly turned into a pert little smile of approval as her thoughts confirmed, "He was right. It does feel good."

As a final resort, Elizabeth sought the help of a hypnotist in her quest to stop smoking. She had tried the cold turkey, the fake cigarettes, the nicotine pills, patches and gums, and even the acupuncture. But all those treatments aimed at the physical dependence, not the mental. Therefore, hypnosis seemed a more serious and, hopefully, a more successful attempt at breaking the addiction.

In trance, she had nodded her understanding. In trance, she had agreed to his instruction. Therefore, whenever Elizabeth would be confronted with smoking, whether it be her desire to smoke, someone smoking around her, the sight or sound of the word smoke, or anything related to the act of smoking, she would perfunctorily reprimand herself in a small physical way, a way that would cause some slight pain.

However, this little "pain" would be felt as pleasure. Her mind would translate the warning that she was about to do something wrong into a little physical reward of pleasure for heeding the warning. It then would channel her thoughts into an arousal and away from her habitual act. Each reprimand would increase in pleasure and arousal and substitute for, or take the place of, the gratification she felt from inhaling the smoke.

This all made perfect sense to Elizabeth and she was willing and eager to give it a try. In her entranced state, she had justified a small pain in exchange for a larger pleasure as a lucrative trade. She was determined to quit smoking. Therefore, she had agreed to his suggestions.

Elizabeth had scheduled her session on the morning of a very important day. She had read that hypnosis left the subject with a renewed and relaxed feeling of well-being. Since the sale of her company's product depended on the success of her afternoon presentation, she surmised that the hypnosis would eliminate both any chance of nervousness and any untimely craving for cigarettes.

Minutes before the meeting, Elizabeth stopped for a bottle of water from a small sidewalk vendor. She saw the packs of cigarettes behind the counter. Just as she inhaled deeply with an imaginary drag, her fingers mechanically came together in a hard tiny pinch on her nipple...tweak! Immediately a tingle of pleasure spread from her breast into her lungs. She nodded her head and smiled with satisfied approval: this hypnotic treatment really worked.

Pleased, and somewhat proud of herself for overcoming the habitual urge, Elizabeth pranced into the building as a sexy glow flowed over her.

She entered the meeting room early to survey the equipment and make the necessary adjustments. She noticed the ashtrays uniformly placed on the long conference table. A nicotine desire swelled inside her, but was quickly squelched when her right hand automatically reached over her left and came down with a firm reproachful tap...thwack! The sting felt quite nice as it radiated from her hand to her consensual mind. Elizabeth thought, "Hmmm, this is good. This is real good."

The men began to filter into the room, some with defiance, some with flirtatious looks, and some with indifference. With introductions out of the way, Elizabeth began her presentation. Exuding confidence and intelligence, she demanded every listener's attention.

After a few minutes into the presentation, one of the attendees tapped a cigarette, put it to his mouth, and lit it. Elizabeth's eye didn't catch sight of it, but her nostrils immediately sniffed out the familiar smoky scent.

Suddenly, and without pausing in her speech, Elizabeth's scolding hand landed hard across her right cheek...slap! The burning sensation tingled throughout the side of her face, but faded into her concentration on the presentation. With a sweet smile, she lowered her glance and batted her eyelashes as she continued to speak.

Then, within seconds of that first lighted cigarette, another gentleman lit his. Elizabeth involuntarily struck her right cheek again, and in one swift motion she struck her left...slap! slap!

This time she paused with the pleasurable burning and allowed it to spread throughout her neck and arms. It felt good. It felt arousing. She playfully put her forefinger to her lip and allowed her tongue to lightly lick it. As she watched the smoke rise in narrow trails toward the ceiling, Elizabeth alternately struck her cheeks back and forth over and over...slap! slap! slap! slap!

Her chest slowly heaved in and out. Her rounded breasts rose and strained against the buttons of her blouse. It was as if she were deeply drawing on a cigarette, but the pleasure she felt was far greater than any nicotine fix. She flourished in this state as her mind sanctioned and encouraged the replaced gratification.

Her stinging face grew red from the blows and her hot body throbbed instinctively from the excitement. The arousal increased and lingered and Elizabeth became aware of a small moist patch forming on her panties. She teasingly bit the side of her lower lip.

The bewildered men sneaked questionable looks at each other; some with snickers, some with raised eyebrows. But Elizabeth's performance hadn't faltered and every man listened more intently. The defiant ones eased and the flirtatious ones stirred. Even the indifferent ones livened.

The sexy glow enveloped Elizabeth. She seductively moved across the floor with a more pronounced wiggle in her walk. She overtly jutted out her tight ass as she bent over the projector and keyboard, always making sure to bend her leg into a small back-kick as she did. When she sat, her crossed legs were so tight and high that her back arched and pushed her breasts forward. She felt great and the mounting arousal began to take precedence.

Elizabeth suddenly stood as the smoke filled room seemed to grow so dense that she completely lost all faculties of where she was and why. She enticingly slid her tongue along her lower lip and up around her upper, moistening each one slowly. The male viewers became erect in their seats...and in their pants...as a mesmerized Elizabeth bent slightly and unexpectedly delivered a wild whack across her lovely ass...smack!

Astonished with her behavior, not a single sound was uttered. The men stared and silently begged for more; some with gaped mouths, some with rapid breathing. And Elizabeth? Elizabeth succumbed to the overwhelming excitement stirring deep inside her.

Another whack and then another...smack! smack! Soon she was consumed with tingling and throbbing. But the sensations demanded more. Abandoning all modesty and composure, Elizabeth reached for her waistband, turn her back to the audience, and slowly unbuttoned, then unzipped her slacks. She bent over slightly to expose a bare and firm rosy ass to a roomful of lustful and greedy eyes.

A low "mmmm" escaped her lips. Another hard whack met her cheek with a sound that split the dense air...smack!

Elizabeth cried, "Yes!" and administered two more whacks...smack! smack!

The redness grew brighter. The excitement grew hotter. The squealing grew louder.

Between whacks the astounded men could hear Elizabeth's cries of pleasure.

"Oh, yes!"...smack! "Do it girl!"...smack! smack! "It feels so good! Yes!...smack!...Yes!...smack!...Yes!"...smack!

Each whack grew a little harder and naturally a little louder. She screamed, "Oooh, hurt me!"...SMACK!

Her groping hands massaged her breasts. Her tingling fingers tangled her hair. Her shameless face grimaced painful delight.

The unconscious reproving whacks smarted and stung. They caused the redness to swell and welt. Elizabeth continued to deliver the self-inflicted sweet pain as she spanked herself repeatedly...smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!!

The resounding smacks in rapid succession filled the room with a contagious fire of desire. Continual spanking raged on for minutes with intermittent yelps and pawing...smack! smack! SMACK!...as her mounting arousal deep inside began to radiate outward and the responsive observers started to rock in their seats.

The spectacle was as much entertaining as it was intriguing. The overwhelming excitement climaxed as a feverish Elizabeth shook and shivered with orgasmic spasms. She loudly cried out, "Yes, oh, oh, yes!" in heavy pants and then softly mewed, "Mmmm, yes, mmmm," in little whimpers.

No one tried to stop her and it was suspected that some didn't try to stop themselves. When the demonstration was all over, Elizabeth no longer felt the desire for a smoke and she certainly wasn't the only one sporting a wet spot that afternoon.