Sitting at my desk, my head pounding, stomach raw, I mentally berate myself for last night’s stupid behaviour. The ding of my incoming email makes me lift my head from where it rests on my folded arms.
“Fuuuuck! That does not sound good…” I gulp down some water, wipe my mouth and check my face in my compact before making my way to her office. A face to face with my new boss is the last thing I needed this morning.
“Enter!” in response to my rap on her door. Taking a deep breath I open it and go inside.
Honey blonde curls hang, hiding her face as she reads a file, not acknowledging my presence for a solid three or four agonising minutes. Finally, raising her head to face me, black framed glasses perched on her button nose, her lips a bright, vibrant fuchsia, unsmiling, “So, Janet isn’t it? Do you know why I’ve called you in her today?”
She doesn’t wait for me to answer, her long red nail tapping the file before her, “I’ve been reading your file. There is some excellent work in here and I’ve heard good things about you.”
I open my mouth to thank her but she snaps her fingers to silence me. Stunned by this, I blink and shut my mouth.
She continues speaking as if there had never been any interruption, “Which makes what happened last night all the more disappointing,” she glares at me, removes her glasses and sighs heavily.
“Have you any idea what an embarrassment you were to the organisation last night? Have you? For the record, getting drunk and making a pass at a client is never a good move.”
I hang my head, mortified that word of my behaviour, or rather, my misbehaviour has made its way to my boss.
“I am so sorry! I feel dreadful… I’ve been having some problems at home…”
“Enough!” she swiftly cuts me off, “Home is home, work is work. There is no excuse for this. None at all.”
Her sky blue eyes shine with temper as her gaze travels over me slowly, from toe to head and back down again, her glossy lip curled in contempt.
“I would be well within my rights to sack you this instant. Is there a reason I shouldn’t?”
I am speechless, “Um… eh…”
Shaking her head in disdain she tilts it slightly, “I am going to offer you a choice. I could make a permanent note on your file, a written warning for misconduct. Or… You could agree to a spanking,” her perfectly arched eyebrow raised in question.
Did I just hear that? Did she say spanking?!
Once again, I am speechless, trying to process whether she has actually made the proposition or if my dehydrated brain is playing tricks with me.
“The note will be detrimental to any progression in your career Janet. You do want to move upwards I take it?”
“Yes! Yes of course, my work means everything to me.”
Resting her chin on her intertwined knuckles, she smiles a cold smile, “Well then, what will it be?”
My mind is racing: I need my work. I love my work. A spanking would be a one-off humiliation but at least my record would remain clean.
“Okay,” I reply.
“Okay what? Say it.”
“Okay, I will take the spanking,” I can’t quite believe the words I have just spoken.
“Good! Come here,” she beckons me with her finger and pushes her chair back from her desk.
I stand in front of her, trembling.
“Lift your skirt up over your hips.”
Her eyes are cold, as is her tone as she repeats the instruction. I do as she says and hitch my skirt up. She pats her lap, “Bend over me.”
Feeling on autopilot, I bend over her knee. She is at least ten inches taller than me so I fit easily on her lap. I gasp as I feel her jerk my knickers down to my knees – I had no idea she had that planned and my face reddens as I feel her palm caress my bare ass.
SMACK! Her hand connects with my exposed skin, stinging it, the shock of the sensation bringing tears to my eyes.
“Count girl. Count how many.”
“One,” I pant, “Two. Three. Four…” as her hand repeatedly punishes my behind.
The movement causes her own skirt to rid up her thighs and I see the lace top of her nylon holdups against her creamy skin. I am shocked to feel my nipples harden and my pussy grow wet – how can I be turned on right now?
Once I had reach the count of ten she leans down and whispers in my ear, “Just two more,” her warm breath tickling me, making my pussy even wetter.
“Eleven. Twelve…” I rasp as her last blow strikes me and she begins to gently soothe my burning skin with her palm, stroking me, caressing me.
“What’s this?” her fingers dip between my legs, “You’re wet! Janet, did you enjoy that?” she purrs, “Would you like me to help you?” Her fingertips brush against my lips and flutter over my throbbing clit. I groan out loud. I have never been touched there by a woman before. Her long fingernail flicks my clit and it feels exquisite – a confusing blend of pleasure and pain. She continues fingering me, her hand moving faster and faster as my orgasm builds, until I sob with relief as it surges through me and I lie, listless on her lap, my breath haggard.
“Good girl,” she pulls my knickers back up over my still sore bum and helps me to stand. Facing her, I feel my cheeks flaming from embarrassment mixed with the release I just experienced.
“I think perhaps we need to make this a more regular routine Janet. I think this could be a highly motivating tool for you,” she smiles and stands, bending down to surprise me, planting a soft kiss on my lips.
“I expect to see you back in here, same time Monday morning. Next time, don’t wear panties.”
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