Big Bottom Blues

      Belinda’s three coworkers were watching her like a hawk when she arrived for work Friday morning. The pretty pixie faced blonde tried to sit down at her desk as gently as possible, but the second her badly bruised bottom landed on her chair, she let out a tiny squeal of pain, causing her three coworkers to laugh uproariously. But Belinda didn’t blame them, every woman at that accounting firm had been paddled by their boss, Rhonda Grey, before, and they all teased each other afterwards.
       Rhonda was a fair but strict boss, and Belinda and her coworkers never felt like they were ever punished unjustly. Until yesterday. Belinda had accidentally logged into the company’s private account, instead of their business account, when Rhonda came flying out of her office, enraged, shouting at Belinda that she was the only one in that office allowed to view the company’s private account. The pretty German girl apologized profusely, saying she had done it accidentally, and had logged back out the second she realized her mistake. Rhonda still marched Belinda into her office, and gave her bare bottom six blistering swats with her wicked paddle. Belinda left her office bawling like a baby, her butt burning well into the night.
        Belinda was a curious girl, and wondered why that had upset Rhonda so badly. Since Rhonda wasn’t due in that day until after lunch, Belinda decided to sneak back into the company’s private account, looking for an explanation for why Rhonda had acted like she had yesterday. Fifteen minutes later she found what she was looking for. Somebody had placed a large sum of the company’s funds into an account Belinda had never seen before. Doing an online search, she found that company didn’t exist. Someone had funneled the company’s funds into a bogus account. And since Rhonda was the only one allowed to use that account, Belinda knew who the culprit was.
        What should she do about that? Report her findings to the police? Call Roger Grey, the owner of the company and Rhonda’s husband, and tell him what she just discovered? Deciding on a course of action, Belinda smiled wickedly.

   When Rhonda arrived to work, Belinda confronted her in her office. Rhonda denied knowing anything about that transaction, and threatened to fire Belinda, until Belinda showed her a stack of papers she had printed out that proved she was telling the truth. Feeling trapped, Rhonda confessed she had used that money to pay off her credit card debt. At that point, Belinda offered her boss a choice, Belinda would call Rhonda’s husband and tell him about that, or Belinda could give her a bare bottom paddling, with her own paddle. A paddling, Belinda promised her, would leave her big butt blistered and bruised for days. Rhonda fearfully and reluctantly, chose the paddling, but only if Belinda promised her she wouldn’t call her husband, and if she would wait until her coworkers went home.
    At 5:30, Belinda was smiling satanically, Rhonda’s huge wooden paddle in her hand. Rhonda was laying across her desk, saying a silent prayer, when Belinda began to gently tap her bare bottom with the same paddle Rhonda had sat so many asses on fire with. Rhonda’s butt cheeks reminded Belinda of two super-sized scoops of vanilla ice cream. Belinda chuckled, thinking about how soon they would look like two scoops of strawberry ice cream, and then, cherry. Holding the paddle with both hands, like a baseball player on the mound, Belinda let fly with a powerful swing, the wind whistling through the holes drilled down the surface of the paddle. The crash was deafening in the small office, followed by a even louder cry from Rhonda. Rhonda flew off of her desk, her hands rubbing the burning band of red Belinda had just branded across the center of her rear. Rhonda had never been spanked before, much less paddled, and she couldn’t believe how painful a single paddle swat was. And the fire that followed. No wonder the girls in the office feared her paddle.
    Belinda ordered Rhonda back across her desk, and fired another ferocious swat deep into Rhonda’s big booty, causing her butt cheeks to shake like jelly. Another glowing red welt appeared below the first, but the majority of Rhonda’s chunky cheeks were still ghostly white. Belinda planned on painting Rhonda’s entire ass crimson, even if her arm was sore by the time she was finished, but not as sore as Rhonda’s rear would be.
    After a series of sizzling strikes, each burning hotter than the last, Belinda finished her devastating assault on Rhonda’s ample ass cheeks, by swinging the paddle upwards, landing forcefully where Rhonda’s bottom blended into her upper thighs, her “sit spots”, to ensure Rhonda wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for days.
   Given permission to rise from her desk, Rhonda began to hop from foot to foot, shouting, “MY ASS IS ON FIRE!” while tears streamed down her face, her hands gently caressing the welts and blisters Belinda had decorated her derrière with. Running into the bathroom, she soaked papers towels in cold water, and tenderly held them against her scorching hind quarters, the damp towels doing little to quench the fires raging all across her charbroiled butt cheeks.
     Returning to her office, she found Belinda sitting in her chair, still holding her paddle, smiling like The Cheshire Cat. “I won’t forget this, you German brat, the next time I have a reason to paddle you!” Rhonda said angrily. “I’m sure you won’t forget that paddling …. EVERY time you try to sit down for the rest of the month!” Belinda giggled, giving Rhonda’s big ass a final slap, before leaving the office, whistling a happy German drinking song.
    Rhonda returned to her desk, and attempted to sit down, before quickly realizing that was a horrible mistake. That blonde bitch was right, she wouldn’t be able to sit down for days. But, at least, she was thankful Belinda hadn’t called her husband. Roger would had been furious if he knew she had used his company’s funds to pay off her credit card debt.

       Belinda had kept her word. She hadn’t called Rhonda’s husband, Roger. She sent him a text instead. Explaining to him what she had discovered. And adding how Rhonda had agreed to let Belinda paddle her, if she didn’t call him. A paddling Belinda felt like Rhonda deserved, for paddling her unjustly yesterday.
       Roger texted her back, that he was appalled to find out his wife had paddled employees who worked for a company he owned, and promised Belinda that would never happen again. He agreed that Rhonda deserved a paddling, and if Belinda gave her a good long hard paddling, he would give her a raise. And when his wife got home, he may have a “talk” with her, too. With his thick leather belt doing most of the talking. Belinda, a naughty girl who was an expert on getting spanked, added if he wanted to make a last impression on his wife, he should use a switch.
        After an extremely painful ride home, Rhonda pulled into her garage. Exiting her car, she gave her still burning bottom a good rub, wishing she could go into her house, lay across her bed, with an ice pack planted on her boiling backside, and have a good cry, but how would she explain to her husband why her usually alabaster ass was currently a deep dark magenta, slowly fading into shades of purple and black? Besides, Roger had made reservations for them to eat out tonight. She hoped it wasn’t to a restaurant with hard wooden seats. Damn, that German bitch spanked HARD! At least she could take a shower before they went out. An icy cold shower! Hopefully that would snuff out the fires still raging all across her tortured tushy.
       Rhonda was shocked when she opened the front door to her house and found her husband standing there, glowering at her angrily, with a thick black leather belt in one hand, and a pairing knife in the other. The perfect knife for cutting switches.
                                                         THE END
 

The Typo

Miss Blackburn stormed into the office and shouted at Belinda, “MISS KRÜGER, FOLLOW ME INTO MY OFFICE! RIGHT NOW!”

Once in her office, Miss Blackburn said to Miss Krüger, “Belinda, do you remember when I dictated a letter to you on Monday? And I asked you to read it over carefully before you mailed it? To make sure there wasn’t any errors, since that was going to one of our biggest clients, Miss Birch?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I checked and double-checked my spelling and grammar to make sure that letter was perfect before I mailed it to Miss Birch.”, Belinda said proudly.
“Oh, you did, did you? Miss Birch sent me a copy of that letter. HERE, would you please read it back to me?”
Taking the letter Belinda started to read it to her boss, “Dear Miss Bitch … OH NO .. I misspelled her name … I … I’m so sorry. I’ll send her an apology right now.”
Miss Blackburn took the letter back from her angrily, “I’ve already apologized profusely to Miss Birch. In fact, she’s dropping by my office in fifteen minutes. And IF you want to keep your job here, I promised her you would be standing right there, in the corner of my office, with your nose pressed against the wall, and your bottom completely bare.”
Belinda shocked at this turn of events, “My bottom completely BARE? Why does Miss Birch want to see my bare bottom? Is she gay?”
Miss Blackburn chuckled at that remark, “I doubt that, since she’s currently engaged to one of the richest men in town. She wants to see what colour your ass is when she gets here.”
Now, Belinda was even more confused, “What COLOUR? It’s the same colour as the rest of me. Maybe a little paler.”
Miss Blackburn smiled sinisterly and removed a ruler from off of her desk, “Well, yes, at the moment, I guess it is. But I promised Miss Birch, if you wanted to keep your job, when she got here, your bottom would be candy apple red.”
“CANDY APPLE RED? Why would it be red when she got here?”, Belinda said before noticing the ruler in your boss’ hand, “OH NO! Surely, you don’t mean …”
“Oh, but I do. If I want to keep Miss Birch as a client, I had to promise her, I would show her how I dealt with poor workmanship here at my company. So, if you want to have a job to come to in the morning, although you may regret having a job that requires you to SIT at a desk tomorrow, you’ll bare your bottom and come here.”, your boss said as she patted her lap…

Twenty five minutes later, Belinda was standing in the corner, with her hands on her head, while Miss Birch examined her scorched beet red bottom, “ That IS one well blistered butt. Does it hurt, Honey?”
“My bottom is on fire, Ma’am.”, Belinda said tearfully.
Miss Birch giggled at her reply, and gently stroke one of her bottom cheeks with her hand, “ Oh, yes, your ass IS red hot. Do you think you’ve learned your lesson and will be more careful in the future?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”, Belinda replied obediently.
“ I believe you have. You can come out of the corner now.”
“And, can I rub my bottom, now … please ?”, she pleaded.
Belinda was granted that request, and begun to rub her bottom furiously, trying in vain to cool down her blazing bottom, when she noticed that Miss Birch was holding a thick leather belt in her hand. Seeing that Belinda begun to cry again, even harder than she did during the spanking Miss Blackburn had just given her with her ruler. Miss Blackburn was amused at her reaction, hardly believing her good luck, not only did she just get to paddle Belinda's bouncy little bottom until it was steaming hot and swollen, now she was going to also get to watch as the beautiful Barbara Birch straps German secretary's already badly blistered butt.
Belinda begun to beg for mercy, “Please, Miss Birch, I’ve learned my lesson. Please forgive me.”
Miss Birch looked into her teary eyes, and said, “I’m sorry but I believe in hands on discipline and I’m going to have to use this belt before I’m sure this matter has been fully corrected. What you did was a serious mistake, Young Lady, and I can’t trust this company to handle my account until I’m sure an accident like that will NEVER happen again. Didn’t Miss Blackburn tell you how important that letter was?”
Feeling doomed, Belinda whispered, “Yes, Frau.”
Miss Birch continued, “And knowing how important that letter was, don’t you feel like your boss should had checked it over BEFORE you mailed it? Knowing it was going to one of her biggest accounts?”
Miss Blackburn, realizing she may be wrong about who Miss Birch wanted to take a belt to, turned as pale as a ghost, when she heard Belinda said, “I … I guess so.”
“I believe so, too. You can go home now and maybe take an ice bath. I’m going to have a little … talk with Miss Blackburn. In private.”
Belinda walked slowly to the employees’ lounge, to get her leftovers from lunch. Seeing the lounge is empty, since all of her other coworkers had left for the day, she raised her dress and lowered her panties and stand in front of the open fridge. She stand there while the freezing air chilled her blazing backside. In her boss’ office she heard the sound of a belt whistling through the air, followed by a loud shriek. She smiled to yourself, knowing she won’t be the only one in the office tomorrow unable to sit comfortably.

Double Reprise

 Belinda walks into her boss’ office and is surprised to see a beautiful dark hair woman sitting at her boss’ desk. “Excuse me, Miss, my boss, Mr. Van Meter asked me to report to his office after work today. Do you know where he is?”
   The woman gives Belinda a icy stare, and says, “Yes, I do. He left early today. My name is Lori Van Meter, Ron is my husband. I asked him to set up this meeting with you for today. Don’t you recognize me, Belinda?”
   Belinda is stumped by that question, “ No, I don’t. Have we met before?”
   Mindy’s dark eyes flashed fiery, “ We went to school together, Belinda.  I’m Lori Lawson.”
   Belinda is shocked to hear that, “LORI LAWSON? But … you’re beautiful now, when we went to high school together you were so … so …”
   “FAT?”, Lori said angrily, “Isn’t that what you used to call me, Belinda? And Lori Lard-Ass? Do you have any idea how badly that used to hurt me? How many nights I cried myself to sleep? Because of you, Belinda?”
   Belinda bowed her head, and whispered, “ I’m sorry, Lori, I was a brat in high school.”
   “A BRAT? You were a bully, Belinda. I used to talk to my grandmother about you. She was a high school principal, back in the 60’s, when corporal punishment was still allowed in the school. She always said, she wished you had been one of her students. She would had paddled you black-n-blue.”
    Belinda feeling guilty, said, “I guess I did deserved to be paddled for how I treated you back then.”
     Reaching into one of her husband’s desk drawers, Lori pulled out a wooden paddle. “ I think you STILL deserve to have your bottom blistered, Belinda. With this, my grandmother’s paddle. I want to hurt you, like you hurt me. I want to make you cry, like you made me cry.”
   Belinda’s eyes grew wide and her heart began to beat like a triphammer, “You want to … PADDLE me now? But I’m a grown woman. You can’t paddle me like I’m a naughty little girl.”
    “I talked to my husband about you, Belinda. He doesn’t want someone like you working here. That’s why I asked you here today, to offer you a choice, be fired or …” Lori patted her grandmother’s paddle against the palm or her, and then pointed towards her husband’s desk.
    Belinda began to cry, “ I love this job … and I guess I do deserve to be paddled … for the way I treated you, Lori.”
     “That’s a good girl, Belinda,” Lori said, smiling mischievously, “I’ll tell my husband to let you keep your job. Now, remove your pants and your panties and bend over. I’m going to really enjoy this.”

      Lori giggled watching Belinda dance around the office after her paddling, her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she howled like a hungry she-wolf. Belinda's bottom was sizzling, hotter than it had ever been. Belinda had been paddled before, numerous times, but she knew this was the worse paddling she had ever received. It would take days, maybe weeks, before she could sit comfortably again.
   Lori smile faded, as thought of her grandmother. How she wished she could tell her about today. How she finally gave Belinda the paddling her grandmother had always wanted to give her. And with her own paddle.
   Once Belinda had calmed brown enough to pull her pants back up, pants that now felt two sizes too small, she turned to Lori, tears rolling down her cheeks, and asked her, "So, everything is OK between now? Your husband won't fire me now?"
   Lori smile returned, thinking about what was going to happen to Belinda next. "Of course, Belinda, that was our deal. My husband expects you to come to work tomorrow. In fact, he wants you to come in a half hour early. He wants to have a little talk with you."
  A LITTLE TALK? Hearing that sent a chill down Belinda's spine. "A LITTLE TALK? He's not going to paddle me, too, is he?"
   "Oh no, Belinda", Lori said, wiping the tears from Belinda's face with a Kleenex "He's not going to paddle you."
   "Thank God," Belinda sighed, "I'll be lucky if I can sit down tomorrow as sore as I am right now. I sure don't want to be paddled again that soon. Well, I better go home now. And try to cool my bottom down before I go to sleep. On my stomach."
   Belinda was about to leave the office, when Lori asked her an unusual question, "Don't you just love it when you see someone wearing a gift you gave them, Belinda?"
   The German girl found this question confusing. Was Lori talking about the bruises she would be wearing on her bottom for the rest of the week? "Uh, yes, I do."
   "I do, too," Lori said, smiling mischievously, " I brought my husband a thick black leather belt for his birthday last week. He's going to wear that to work tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Belinda. It was a pleasure getting to see you again."
  In the hallway, Belinda could hear Lori laughing. Why did mention her husband would be wearing a thick black leather belt tomorrow? Lori said he wasn't going to spank her. Didn't she? No, come to think of it, she only said he wasn't going to PADDLE her! And a belt isn't a paddle. Belinda began to cry again.

Office Revenge

 

Horoscope

“Is it… Is it really necessary, Herr?” Belinda asked, her panties only slightly pulled down, the elastic band taught in her fingers.

“Down they go, Belinda,” he said firmly. Mr Wright was not in the habit of repeating himself.

“But it’s so… humiliating,” she pleaded, “I’m in my underwear already, surely that is...”

“Did I ask for an opinion, or did I ask you to take your panties off, young lady?” came the reply, cutting her short.

“Ja, Herr,” she mouthed, and she felt the caress of the fabric on her long, shapely legs as the panties fell to the floor. She shivered.

Without another word, he indicated his lap and, blushing red, she shuffled towards him and her impending punishment. “This can’t be happening”, she thought. And yet, it was. A spanking, she was going to get a spanking like a misbehaving child, her bottom bared for her boss to see and punish as he saw fit.

This was not how she had pictured the day going. In fact, according to the horoscope that she was reading with her breakfast that morning, it was going to be “a day to try new things”. That had sounded exciting then! On her way to work, she had decided to take that advice to heart and instead of her usual black coffee, no sugar, no milk, thank you very much, she had even ordered a fancy, multisyllabic, sort-of-Italian-sounding monstrosity of a drink. Sipping on the surprisingly tasty sugary drink, she had wondered what else she might discover she liked that day.

The morning had been her usual mix of boring admin and exciting gossip with Samantha, who always had the tea to spill. Mr Wright had fired his assistant; she had told him. Apparently, said assistant had made a mess of a big client’s account, and Mr Wright had had to spend two days patching things up. But that was not the juicy part! According to Samantha — who had a reputation for embellishing the truth for dramatic effect, in all fairness — Mr Wright had given her assistant a choice: being fired on the spot, and possibly sued by the company, or receiving a punishment and being let go with a generous severance package. Giggling like a schoolgirl at a sleepover, Belinda had asked Samantha what she meant by “a punishment”, to which the latter had answered, lowering her voice conspiratorially, “A big ol’ fashioned spanking!”

Belinda had laughed out loud at the absurdity. Samantha really had a wild imagination, but she was good fun.

Later that day, a company-wide email had been sent, advertising the position of Mr Wright’s assistant. It came with quite a few benefits, flexible hours, and a big pay increase. Belinda remembered the horoscope. “A day to try new things.” Maybe that was the opportunity she had been waiting for? After all, there was nothing to lose. Gathering her courage, she had gone and knocked on Mr Wright’s door.

She estimated that he was in his early 40s, with dark hair just starting to turn grey. Tall, athletic, she had never seen him in anything but smart clothes, even on casual Fridays. Mr Wright was someone who took pride in his work, and who expected a lot of those under him. Samantha had told her that she had tried to invite him on a date — such a Samantha thing to do — but he had told her that he had, quote, “no time for dating.” Not that that had stopped Samantha trying again several times, but to no avail.

“Ah, Belinda, is it?” Mr Wright had said as he opened the door to his office to let her in. She had been pleasantly surprised that he even knew who she was. “Ja, Herr,” she’d said, feeling like a schoolgirl in front of a headmaster. “I would like to apply for the position…”

“Of course, of course”, he’d said, sitting down behind his impeccably kept desk. In fact, the entire office was tidy. There was not a scrap of paper out of place, the books on the shelves were organised alphabetically, the plants symmetrically arranged on the windowsill. “Well,” he continued, “we can certainly give it a go today and see how it goes. But I have to warn you: I have high expectations. If you are not prepared to give this your all, then I would not bother trying.”

She had nodded, “Of course, Herr, I wouldn’t expect anything else!”

“I can assume you have read the job description and all its conditions?” he asked.

“Yes of course.” She hadn’t, really, not all of it. It was a PA job, nothing too novel, and the tasks and duties were the normal fare. Or so she had thought.

“Perfect, let’s sign your contract and you can begin your trial period, shall we?”

And just like that, she had become Mr Wright’s assistant. That had been four hours previously.

The memories still rushing through her mind, she lowered herself onto his lap, trying to ignore the shame, the mere idea that she was laying over her boss’ lap, her bare bottom on display… All that she was wearing now were a pair of high heels and her bra. Her skirt and blouse were on the desk, neatly folded. Her panties were still on the floor where they had fallen off her legs. Somehow, it was worse than being naked. She shivered again. His hand felt warm against her waist where he held her in place. She could smell his cologne, and she caught herself thinking that it smelled quite nice, like Samantha had said it did. “What the hell is wrong with me?” she thought, “Of all the things to be thinking of…”

Her train of thought was immediately interrupted as his other hand tapped her perky bottom a few times, surprisingly gentle. “Was that it, then? Had it all been a big joke to see how far she would go? That was quite..." His hand slammed into her bottom, and she let out a loud cry. The pain was as immediate as it was searing. Without giving her time to catch her breath, another slap came down, targeting her other cheek, then came another, and another, and one more, relentless, heavy, painful slaps that made her kick her legs and brought tears to her eyes.

The new job had started easily. Her task had been to get acquainted with the accounts that her new boss was handling personally. Belinda an eye for detail, numbers, facts, and she was eager to please. Within the hour, she had written a memo detailing the most important aspects of each client, and he had praised her on her diligence. She had even found an error that the previous assistant, Clara, had made. He had muttered something about Clara getting off easy, but she had not dared enquire further. Belinda was positively glowing. This was going to be a great career move; she was sure of it. Then things had started to get more complex, and she had made a few mistakes. Nothing big: typos, files in the wrong folder, or in the wrong order. Mr Wright hadn’t said anything bad to her then, but simply tutted as he had rearranged the pages or pointed the mistakes. Blushing, she had made all the changes immediately, of course. Thinking back, the blushing had been foreshadowing, it seemed. From then, it had only gotten more complex, and she found herself struggling to keep up with the amount of detail that she was expected to remember. But all would have been fine if not for the email. The one email that clearly said “confidential”, the same email that had now been forwarded to the company’s entire mailing-list. The problem with working for people high up at a company was that mistakes came with a lot more consequences, as she had been about to painfully find out.

The moment the send confirmation sound had pinged off the computer, she had known that she was in trouble. Blushing still, head bowed and eyes wet with incoming tears, she had knocked softly on Mr Wright’s door. He hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t needed to. She knew that she was going to be fired, that was clear. Not even half a day into the job, and she had made the biggest blunder of her career.

“You know what your contract says,” he had said, an affirmation rather than a question.

“A-about termination?” she had said, sheepishly.

“About dealing with grave misconduct or severe mistakes.”

“I…” she had hesitated, “I don’t…”

“Let’s have a look again, shall we?”

And there it was, black on white, with her signature right underneath: “In case of gross negligence, the employee acknowledges that they will submit themselves to corporal punishment, namely one (1) bare bottomed spanking taken over the knees of their direct line manager.”

Her eyes had widened as she had read and re-read the passage several times. It couldn’t be true. And yet, that was the contract that she had signed. She had swallowed, not daring to look Mr Wright in the eyes, and thought of Samantha’s silly gossip. Not so silly after all…

“I think that is pretty clear, yes?” he had asked.

“I-I…” she had stammered.

“To be clear, you are not being fired, miss Krüger.”

“I… I’m not?”

“No, but you understand that mistakes must have consequences.”

“Yes but… A spanking, Herr?”

“A time-tested method, absolutely.”

“But Herr…”

“It’s your career and your reputation on the line, Belinda. I would rather shoulder the responsibility for that mistake and keep you as my assistant, but I cannot tolerate mistakes going unpunished.”

“Is that… Is that what happened to Clara? Did she choose not to be punished like… that?”

“Clara was… How could I put it… Clara kept a tube of soothing cream in her desk drawer.”

“For…”

“For her bottom, yes… That’s how often it had to happen. I do not think you will need it quite as much…”

“Ich…”

“Unless you’d rather walk out the door and pack your things, that is entirely up to you…”

“No I…”

A day to try new things, the horoscope had said. That was all bollocks, right? Stars didn’t really control anything… And yet, here she was, pondering whether a spanking was so bad after all…

Without a word, she had nodded.

“Right!” he had said, slapping his thigh and getting up from behind the desk. “Your skirt and blouse, if you please,” he had continued.

“Ex-excuse me?” she had stuttered, getting more flustered by the minute.

“It’s standard procedure… Blouse and skirt off.”

She hadn’t even thought of protesting further. She had already accepted her fate, what more was that now? With trembling fingers, she had unbuttoned her blouse, and folded it on the desk. Her pencil skirt had been next, and within a minute, she was standing in her underwear in front of Mr Wright, her boss. “What would Sam give to be in that position?” she thought. It almost made her grin. Almost.

Then he had said it. “Your panties too, Belinda. It’s a bare bottomed spanking.”

“Is it… Is it really necessary, Herr?”

The slaps kept coming and coming. The tears were freely rolling down her blushing cheeks now, and the burn form her bottom was overwhelming all her senses. Seeing that the only effect kicking her legs had had was to make him spank her harder, she had stopped struggling within minutes of the spanking starting, and had now fully submitted herself to his discipline.

“I expect you to learn from this!” he was saying, and in her mind, she was answering “Yes! Yes, I will!” But all that came out of her mouth were sobs and little cries of pain. She couldn’t see, but she imagined her bottom was crimson by now. She didn’t think she would be able to sit in days.

“With Clara, I had to resort to using a wooden paddle…” he continued, half-comment, half-warning.

She couldn’t even imagine what that would be like. That alone had her promise herself to never have a slip-up that bad again. There were mysteries that were best left alone, and the feeling of a paddle on her bare cheeks was definitely one of them.

After a few more interminable minutes of agony, shame, tears and a good deal of pleading for it to stop, Mr Wright finally did so. She didn’t dare get up, in case he was just taking a break, but a few gentle taps gave her the go-ahead. She got herself up, then let him guide her to the corner of his office were she naturally found herself, hands on her head. A moment to reflect and gather herself while her bottom cooled. As she would later discover, Clara had left her cream in the desk, a fact that she would be forever thankful for.

Deal

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"Well, Mr. Jackson, I really hope this will be enough compensation for your wasted time. Again, my apologies for my temporary secretary poor work performance with all the documents. I expected my more professionalism from a German woman!"

"Don't worry, Mr. McMurphy, your apologies are accepted. And I think, I'll inculcate this work discipline practice in my firm. Looks like it's quite effective! At least, to relief all your stress from your employees poor working!"

"AUA!!! Mein Gott! AUTSCH!!!"

Hardwood Inc.

 

Always Necessary

*Sniff* "But Herr Mason, maybe this is not that necessary?" *Sniff*

"It is, Miss Krüger. Punishment spanking is always necessary! You have two options - accepting this punishment and keeping your job, or accepting this punishment and dismissal. And pull your panties down! The cane should strike your bare buttocks! This is also very necessary!"

Warming as a Warning

"AUTSCH!!!! AUA!!!! Stop this! AUA!!!!! Not again! AUTSCH!!!!!"

"Yes, here we are again! You were warned about the company dress-code even at the job interview! And then at your first day you're showing up looking like this! You may call this warming another one warning, and this will be repeated as long as it'll be needed, until you'll start respecting company rules!"

Visual Demonstration

It was a lazy spring morning. Belinda Krüger, a temp in patents office, yawned and stretched, looking out the window. She was expecting another boring day in a boring office. When she accepted this job, she thought, that she would see some really interesting thing, but all she got was just a regular paper work.

So, when she saw an old gentleman, who was following to office door, she was already pretty sure, that he'll bring nothing but more boring paper work for her.

The old gentleman walked into the office and greeted Belinda and her boss - Mr. Joseph Jameson.

"Good morning, Mr. Jameson. Good morning, Miss. My name is Peter Atkinson. We have an appointment this morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Atkinson," Mr. Jameson replied. "Yes, we have. So, what is that unique invention, you told me about?"

Belinda just smiled condescendingly. She hadn't doubt, that an "unique invention" won't be anything, but another out of number words and numbers.

"Let me show you!" Mr. Atkinson said enthusiastically. He took off his hat and coat and started unpacking a parcel he brought with. Jameson and Belinda perplexedly watched, how he built up a very strange construction.

"What is this?" Belinda asked derisively. She had no idea, what this thing was, but she thought, that it looks totally ridiculous.

"Yes, Mr. Atkinson," Jameson said politely. "May you explain me and my secretary, what this thing is?"

"With a great pleasure!" Atkinson replied "Can you help me, Miss?"

"Krüger!" Belinda said "And how can I help?"

"Would you be so nice to check some bolts there?" he picked at a lowest part of his invention.

Belinda shrugged, kneeled and got into the strange bench.

"Please, place your legs here and bent here. Aha. Perfect!" Atkinson grinned and suddenly raised Belinda's skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and panties. "Mr. Jameson, let me show you my parallel punishment bars!" he said proudly and took the cane, which all this time was looked like a regular handle. "As you may see, a naughty young lady is properly fixed for her punishment and has no chance to escape or even cover her bottom!" the cane swished the air and heavily landed over Belinda's vulnerable buttocks, making the German scream out loud. "In the same time, it's totally harmless!" Atkinson continued the presentation by giving poor Belinda's bottom a two more hard strokes, making her squeal and howl. "She not just can't escape. She also can't harm herself when she'll squirm. There's no pointy details or any neck fixation, which could make her strangle herself!" and every time he wanted to proof himself, his cane was landing over Belinda's bottom, leaving bright red stripes and making poor girl howl in pain.

A Counterclaim

"AUA!!! Son of a bitch! AUTSCH!!! I will sue you for... AUTSCH!!! ...this harassment! AUA!!!"

"I don't thinks so, Miss Krüger. Or you'll better be ready to meet my counterclaim for the profit lost because of the rudeness and the lateness that you assumed with the answer to our important business partner! Believe me, that contract will be evaluate much more expensive, then your fat German buttocks!"

Too Late

"Nein! Please! I can explain! I..."

"It's too late, Miss Krüger! And I will explain you, how I'm dealing with careless employees! Here and now!"

Dress-Code

"Autsch! Mein Popo... Well, I need to agree, that coming to corporative party, wearing just a mini-dress and pantyhose was not very bright idea... Sniff!"

Not the Best Moment

 

Rude Receptionist

 

Bonus

"Raise your skirt, Miss Krüger, and I'll give you your well deserved bonus for your diligence!"

Payback

 

Teaching Boss a Lesson

"AUA!!! Mein Popo! But Wendell! AU!!! I am your supervisor! AU!!! You have no right... AUA!!!"

"And you have no right to use office machinery such a way! And now I know, why xerox in this office crashes so often! So, you'd better bite your tongue, Miss Krüger! If you'll tell any more about your status, I'll put these xerocopies on the message board in the main hall!"

"AUA!!! Nein! Wendell, I... AUA!!!! You... AUA!!! I will raise your salary! AUA!!! Please, no more! AUA!!!"

 

Consequences

 

Company Mole

 

"Au! Au! Mein arme Popo! I am sorry... Au!"

"Miss Krüger, if I find you searching through my bureau ever again, I'll not just blast this naughty German ass of yours, but also kick you out from my company literally! But this time I'll give you a chance. And you'd better to think, what a kind of disinformation you'll sent to your second employer!"