I sat down, returning her smile. "I always try to make time for important matters, and it sounded serious over the phone. What's this about, Cassandra?"
Sitting behind her desk, Cassandra steepled her fingers as she pondered how to begin the conversation. "I've heard some rumours about you and young Rhonda." She paused, and I sat silently as I waited for her to continue. "Rumours about the way you've been… disciplining her."
"I see," I said calmly. Rhonda was an intern who'd been working for us for about half a year now. A bright, bubbly, scatter-brained girl of nineteen who usually did her best, though that was not always good enough.
"And I have to ask you… what are the truth of these rumours?"
I sighed. It was probably best to tell her the truth, I decided. "If you're asking whether I took the girl over my knee and spanked her, the answer is yes. I did."
I was delighted to see a blush appear on the cheeks of the HR manager, who was usually so calm and collected. "Ah. And what made you even think of doing such a thing?"
"She asked me to,” I told her. Cassandra raised an eyebrow, giving me a sceptical look, so I continued: "Rhonda is a decent enough worker, but she had a tendency to show up late a little too often. She also forgot quite a few important tasks I gave her, even when I suggested she should write them down. I was about to recommend to Tracy that we should let her go and find someone else, and Rhonda begged me for another chance. She then suggested an alternative punishment for her misdeeds."
Cassandra was taking notes, but she stared at me as if hanging on every word.
"Just a few months before she began here, Rhonda was at a school where she was subject to corporal punishment. If she arrived late or forgot her assignments, she could be bent over her teacher's lap for a good dose of the slipper. She was also subject to spankings at home." I paused, reflecting. "Actually, from the discussions I've had with her about the subject, I'm fairly certain she still is."
I was rewarded with another blush, and it took a few seconds before Cassandra could respond. "These punishments… how did they happen? How did you… discipline her? Please be as detailed as you possibly can."
I was a little surprised at this request, but I complied as best as I could. "We would wait until the end of the workday, when I knew we wouldn't be disturbed. We went down into the workshop, where I scolded her for whatever she'd done – or had failed to do. I sat down in one of the old armless office chairs and patted my thigh, which was the signal for her to place herself over my knee."
"How was she attired?" Cassandra asked, leaning forward to make sure she caught every syllable. "Did you pull her panties down?"
" I would lower her jeans before beginning to spank her – as well as her panties," I admitted.
"Did you do that before or after she went over your knee?"
I paused. Why would she ask that? Why would it matter? "I bared her bottom once she was already over my knee."
"Oh," Cassandra muttered. Was it my imagination, or did she look disappointed?
"I spanked her for about fifteen or twenty minutes with my hand – starting off slowly, then gradually smacking harder and faster. She squirmed and squealed over my lap, promising to behave, but I did not let that deter me. When she sounded sufficiently sorry, I placed her in the corner with her hands on her head for another fifteen minutes. Then, she was allowed to get dressed, and I hugged her and told her she was forgiven." I shrugged. "She never resented me for her spankings – in fact, she seemed to view me more favourably. And they definitely had an effect for a week or two after her latest punishment – sometimes longer."
Cassandra stared at me, and there was a strange light in her eyes. "Did you ever spank her with anything else – like your belt, for instance?"
I frowned. "No, just my hand. I never felt I needed anything else."
"Oh." Again that strange hint of disappointment. "Did you ever pull her hair, or drag her to the corner by the ear?"
I was beginning to get the feeling that she was not thinking about her report any longer. These questions seemed to come from another part of her – possibly a more prurient one. "No. She was always very compliant when I decided she needed to be disciplined."
She made a note on her sheet of paper. "You mentioned scolding her. What did you say to her, and how?"
Another strange question. "Hm. I guess I said, 'You've been a very naughty girl, and it's –"
She cut me off. "Brett, I am absolutely sure you did not say it in that soft, gentle tone of voice. You were much stricter than that, surely? Please, pretend that she's here and needs to be disciplined, and scold her properly. I need to hear your exact words."
I raised an eyebrow, but I did as she said and found the stern tone I used during the punishment sessions. "You have been a very naughty girl, and it's time for a good, hard spanking. Bend over my knee right now."
From the way that Cassandra bit her lip, the far-away look in her eyes, and the quiet sigh she couldn't hold back, I was now absolutely sure that she was not asking these questions for innocent reasons. She was a little too interested in the subject to be thinking about her job right now.
Well, if that was what she wanted, I was willing to oblige her. I leaned forward. "You know, if you're so curious about the spankings I deliver, I'd be quite willing to give you a personal demonstration, Cassandra."
Cassandra turned pale. A squeak escaped her lips, and she dropped her pen to the floor. She hurriedly picked it back up, managing to bang her head on her own desk in the process. She stared down at the sheet of paper again, pretending to take notes. "I-I'm quite sure I don't know what you mean, Brett," she said, trying to hide the blush on her face. "N-not at all."
I smiled. It seemed I had got a little too close for her comfort. "You're sure about that?"
"Y-yes. Now, please leave while I finish this report."
I remained seated, watching her bend over the report and trying to ignore my presence. After a minute or so, I spoke up. "You know, it'll probably be a lot easier to write your report if you turn the pen and write with the other end."
She stared at the pen in her hand, before quickly flipping it around. It was absolutely adorable watching the calm, collected woman be so flustered. I rose to my feet, grabbing an empty sheet of paper from her desk. "I'll be going back to work now, but I'll be back when the workday ends." I handed her the paper. "If you write me a request for a good, hard spanking, I promise to do my best to fulfil it." I smiled. "You remember which end of the pen to use?"
I chuckled as I left the room, leaving the stammering woman to continue her report. Or perhaps she’d be writing something else…