6 of the Best Discipline at Work Stories (12 page)

With the pain still fresh in Sarah's mind, she just hung her head and mumbled a non specific reply, keen now to be free from this experience.
Angie stood next to Sarah and placed her right hand on Sarah's left cheek. She started to slowly smooth her palm over it, gently caressing the hot skin beneath the cotton. It wasn't a sensation Sarah was familiar with, but it was strangely soothing and a welcome relief from the stinging previously felt. Sarah started to relax a little under the new attention, letting out a slight breathy sigh.
Angie slowly moved her hand over to the right cheek, carrying on the gentle motions of stroking the inflamed cheeks.
"Last two Sarah, are you ready?" asked Angie
"Yes" came the reply, meekly, having almost resigned herself to her fate
Before Angie drew her hand back, she surreptitiously moved her hand in between Sarah's cheeks, gently pressing the pad of her thumb into the gusset of her knickers, feeling the emanating heat and the hint of a slippery sensation as the material glided over the lips below.
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
Sarah yelped loudly this time and leapt up, bringing her hands quickly to her backside so she could rub the sore cheeks. These last 2 were the hardest blows by far she thought, as she rubbed her hands quickly up and down, providing some small relief to the tender flesh. So much so that she couldn't now say whether Angie had touched her, the stinging heat filled her every thought.
"You can pull your jeans up now" said Angie dismissively. Clearly announcing that this was over and that the punishment ha
d
been meted out.
Sarah gingerly pulled her tight jeans up over her tender bottom, careful not to make the pain worse. Once up she pulled up the zip and fastened the button at the top. She padded from foot to foot to try and drive the pain sensations from her mind, along with the heat between her legs which had re-intensified once the blue denim had secured her pussy back into its secure home.
"I think we've made real progress today, and hopefully you've learned a valuable lesson" stated Angie pleasantly, as if all that had occurred was a simple warning "You may return to your desk Sarah"
Angie lifted the blind on the door, before pulling down the handle and opening it, ushering Sarah back out of the room with a sweep of her arm.
Sarah walked gingerly back to her desk, the pain in her backside still not abating, though she was relieved that the other
staff were
either at lunch or away from their desks during this walk of shame. Her face was still red and her blond hair sticking slightly to the small beads of perspiration on her forehead. Relieved that they didn't know what had happened, so wouldn't
ask awkward questions.
 

Once at her desk, Sarah gently lowered her backside into the seat, allowing it to press slightly into the cushion, testing whether the pain was going to force her to stand for the remainder of the day. Whilst the heat was ever present, the stinging sensation was starting to subside making it possible to sit, as long as she shifted her weight from one buttock to the other enough times she figured she could last the rest of the day.

After weeks of cleaning toilets and floors in half the buildings in the Loop,
Michelle
Collins finally was assigned the prestigious
Fleet Street
building she wanted.

Several weeks earlier, she had taken a part time night job at a large
office
c
leaning
company.  She, of course, was not a cleaning woman,
but a high powered advertising agent on her way up.  She was
determined to get into her main competitors
’
offices to see what
they were up to and this was a good as way as any.  Working days
at her own ad agency and the nightly c
leaning
work, were wearing
her to a frazzle.

But, now, she was IN!!.......and she wasted no time!  The first
private office she entered was small, but my god, files were left open on the desk and the computer was still on!  Somebody's
security sucked, she thought!

Her heart thumped in her chest as she started making copies of
everything she could find......including making disc duplicates.
She was alone on the deserted 6th floor, but every noise startled her.

After 15 minutes of diligent copying, she was deeply engrossed
in her industrial espionage, and did not hear the footsteps.

The man stood for several minutes at the office door watching her.

"WHAT!
are
you doing in my office?" 
he
shouted the first
word.
             
             
             
            

Michelle
jumped with fright!  Files and discs crashed to the floor.

"Just......just cleaning.....AND YOU SCARED THE
HELL OUT OF ME!" she answered and shouted, figuring
maybe a good defence would be a good offence!

"BULLSHIT!  I've been watching you for five minutes!
the
man answered, still standing in the only door way.

Michelle
looked at him.  Jesus! A Nick Nolte!  Big, dishevel
l
ed
blonde hair,
white  s
hirt
sleeves rolled up, no tie
.

"Wait just a minute!  I KNOW YOU!" he stated.
"I mean, I don't know you personally, but you work for.............YES
!.Baxter and Ames!"

"NO!
I don't!"
Michelle
replied.  "I work for
Birmingham
C
leaning
Services," she emphatically added.

"Well.....that maybe so, but you also work for Baxter.............I remember the red hair!" he argued back.  "YOU'RE
A GODAMN SPY!" he shouted.

Michelle
was trapped.  He knew her all right.  He even described a
dark green two piece suit she wore at an ad luncheon. She would
think of it later as to how he had noticed such details, but not now.

He grabbed her purse and pulled out her wallet. She did not
protest. He pulled out her driver's license and placed it in the
copy machine......set to "Enlarge".

He held up the paper.

"
Well
Miss
Michelle
Collins, of
27 Rochester Street
, what
do
you
think will happen when this gets out?" he
asked, still standing between her and the door.

No answer.

"First, the c
leaning
firm will lose our account and
maybe 30-40 people their jobs.  And you will probably
lose yours, and be black listed by every legitimate
agency in the city and
county
. 
And, oh yes, an arrest
record.
  Probably probation, but my boss would push
for the maximum.....1-3 years, I would think," he fired
the consequences at her.

Michelle
started to plead.  Plead for the lost jobs of the cleaners and
her own
skin.
Offering all sorts of promises for his silence.

"Tell you what,
Michelle
," he started to say, "you are going
to sit down and write out a confession right on this paper
with the copy of your license and photo, and that you will
also write out in your own hand, that you will
submit to the punishment I will inflict, which will include,
but not be limited to, a bare bottom spanking!  Maybe
THAT will teach you to play fair and respect the rights of
others!" 
he
finished.

Michelle
was stunned!  She was 34 years old and had not been
spanked in over
15
years!  Her mind raced.  THERE WAS NO
WAY OUT OF THIS!  She HAD to do it.  A spanking and it was
over.  How bad could it be?  This was a sophisticated man, not
some mugger!

"OK.......a
spanking,
and this is all over?  You'll not
bring any charges?" she asked.

"That's right. 
Your choice.
  You have 5 seconds to
make up your mind." he answered.

"I agree,"
Michelle
answered and started to write out the confession
and the particulars as the man dictated the words to her.

When she finished, the man took the paper and read over it, folded
it,
and placed it in his pocket.

"GOOD!  Now take off all your clothes." he stated so calmly!

(OH GOD!)
Michelle
thought
,
this is going to be TERRIBLE! Her
eyes
teared
and nose sniffled as she started undressing.  First, the
custodian smock, then her blouse, slacks, shoes and socks.
She turned from him and removed her bra, then as fast as she could,
pulled down and stepped out of the panties!  She was naked.
A figure that would be considered "very good" by
al
most anyone.

He barely glanced at her and said: "OK, let's go," and stepped out
of the door way.

"Where?"
Michelle
asked, gulping at the same time, while
moving towards the door.

When she was outside his office, he locked the door!  Her heart
was thumping with fear and anticipation!  Her vulnerability
of having her clothes locked away terrified her!

With a bow, and a cavalier wave of his arm,
he said, "
apres
vous
" as he motioned

for
her to lead the way down the hallway!

The hallway floor was polished terrazzo, and it was icy under her
bare feet.  She felt her nipples erect in protest to the cold.  She
started to walk down the hallway in the direction the man pointed.

"All the way down," he said.

To
Michelle
, the hallway looked a mile long!   He was a few paces
behind her.  She dared not look back at him.  She KNEW what
he was watching!  She tried to walk "dignified"!  Her body was
betraying her.  She could feel droplets under her arms, squirts of
arousal in her groin
,  the
pressure on her bladder, stomach growling,
all the while her feet slapping against the cold stone.

She was acutely aware of the movement of her bottom, as the cheeks
moved and jiggled with each step.  NEVER, had she felt so
embarrassed and exposed!  What if someone comes by!!!

Finally, the
y
reached the end of the hallway and they stopped.  He
pushed the button and the
lift
doors opened.  The same
polite hand
g
esture told her to enter first.  The doors closed and
he used his key to access the 45th floor.

"Stand with your face in the corner and don't make a
sound," he instructed her.

With a kind of weird relief, she turned her back to him and stood
as told, feeling ridiculous.    He
was  humming
to himself as the
lift
raced upward!