Office alternative (M/F story)

 As David Levitt folded his hands on his desk, Janet did her best to meet her boss's gaze. Levitt was a tall, dark-skinned man in his thirties, with a face that lit up when he smiled. He was a handsome man, and she had to admit that she felt slightly attracted to him. But right now, as he looked at her from across his desk, he was not smiling.

 

“So, Janet,” he said in a very calm, quiet voice. “I heard you were late to work yet again today?”

 

“Yes, sir,” Janet said. She was standing on the floor in front of his desk with her hands behind her back. He hadn't offered her a chair, and she didn't feel comfortable just sitting down until he did.

 

“Do you know how many times you've been late in the last month?” he continued.

 

“I'm... I'm not sure, sir,” Janet admitted. Her cheeks blushed. It almost felt like she was back in the principal's office at school, being chewed out for her attendance record.

 

He glanced down at the paper in front of him. “Nine times,” he said, as his gaze returned to her.

 

“Sir, it's not usually more than five or ten minutes, and I've never been later than half an -”

 

He cut her off with a wave of his hand. “That's not the point, Janet. If your day starts at eight o'clock, I expect you to be here at eight o'clock. Not ten minutes past.” He tapped his finger idly on the desk. “On another topic. Are you finished with the Jackson report?”

 

Janet's blush grew slightly darker. “Nearly, sir. I'll have it on your desk before the day is over.”

 

His finger continued to tap against the desk. “You remember that it was supposed to be done by Tuesday?”

 

“I know, sir, but there were delays.”

 

“There's been a lot of that lately.” He sighed. “I'm going to be very direct here, Janet. You do good work, when you put your mind to it, but your lack of respect for deadlines is becoming a problem. You're just not showing the professionalism that the company demands. If you don't show some improvement soon, I'm afraid that I'll eventually have to fire you.” There was regret in his eyes.

 

Janet swallowed, and she could almost feel her face growing pale. “I'll do my best, sir.”

 

“I hope so.”

 

Janet grimaced as she returned to her desk. She knew she hadn't been the perfect employee, but she hadn't realized it was that bad. She decided to do her best to keep the deadlines, but she knew that she had told herself that before. She hadn't been successful then, and she had to admit, the odds were against her.

 

About an hour later, she'd finished the Jackson report. She was just about to knock on Levitt's door to deliver it when she heard his voice and realized that he was on the phone.

 

 

“Yes, William, thinks are going quite well here.” William Bowman was an old friend of his that had visited the office a couple of times. She was about to return to her desk when she heard her name.

 

“Her name is Janet, William. Not Jane or Jenny or 'that blonde thing', but Janet.” A brief pause as William said something, and Mister Levitt replied: “Yeah, there's been some problems. She keeps coming in late, and can't keep deadlines to save her life. I had to chew her out about it this morning, in fact. Sure, there's a good head on her shoulders, but she just lacks the self-discipline.”

 

There was a brief pause again. “Because spanking your secretary has been illegal for a few decades now, William.” Another pause. “Oh, I don't doubt for a second that it would get her attention, maybe even improve her work habits, but I don't need the sexual harassment lawsuit.”

 

Janet backed away from the door, her eyes wide. William Bowman had actually suggested that her boss should spank her.

 

She blushed as she returned to her desk. She tried her best to focus on her work, but an image kept appearing in her mind: her slender form bent over Mister Levitt's knee, squirming around as he spanked her bottom. She tried to push the image away, to the back of her mind, but it kept creeping forward again.

 

 

“What was it you wanted to see me about, Janet?” Mister Levitt said in his friendliest tone. It was late in the day, and almost everyone else had gone home, but she had asked to see him in private.

 

Janet squirmed a little in her chair. What was she thinking? “I... I heard you talking to Mister Bowman on the phone earlier.” She took a deep breath. “I heard some comments. About me.”

 

His eyes widened as he realized what she meant. “I'm so sorry, Janet. William says some inappropriate things sometimes, and I hope you didn't...” he stopped when he saw the look on her face.

 

“That's OK, Mister Levitt. I was just wondering... did you mean it?” He looked puzzled as he tried to figure out what she meant. “Do you think a sp... do you think it would improve my work habits?” She blushed crimson as he stared at her.

 

“It's possible,” he told her. “But I didn't for a second mean to imply that....”

 

“Mister Levitt, I enjoy my job,” Janet told him. “The hours are good, the pay is excellent, and I don't want to lose this chance. If I can improve my chances of keeping this job with a sp... with that, I will go through with it.” She tried her best to seem confident, but she didn't think she did a very good job.

 

Mister Levitt leaned forward, placing his hand on hers. “If that is what you want, I think I can arrange something. But I want you to know what you agree to before you decide. IF we decide that a spanking is a good way of bringing some discipline into your work, it's going to be long, it's going to be hard, and it's going to be on your bare bottom.” She blushed even redder. “You're going to cry long before it's over, and you're not going to sit comfortably for some time. Do you understand this?”

 

Janet nodded. “Yes, sir.”

 

“Then stand up and come over here.”

 

As Janet made her way to Mister Levitt's side, he rolled up his shirt sleeves to reveal his forearms. It was quite clear that he worked out, and yet again, Janet wondered if she had gone crazy. She had actually asked her boss for a spanking.

 

“Take your jeans down,” Mister Levitt instructed her. Her fingers trembled as she undid the button and slowly pulled the zip down. She avoided his gaze as she slowly lowered her jeans to her ankles, revealing her dark green panties. He patted his lap. “Get over here.”

 

She felt butterflies in her stomach as she leaned forward, her stomach resting on his firm legs. He gently moved her forward until her bottom was sticking up.

 

“Are you ready for this, Janet?” he asked calmly.

 

She bit her lip. Was she? “Yes, sir,” she said at last.

 

His hand landed on her quivering bottom with a gentle slap. She whimpered a little, but more from nervousness and surprise than from pain – it hadn't really hurt. He continued to spank her, his hand moving from cheek to cheek, each slap almost unnoticeably harder than the last. Slowly, a heat was building up in her bottom.

 

“Ow!” she said, squirming a little as his hand found her sit spots.

 

“I had hoped you would be able to shape up on your own,” Mister Levitt lectured her. “I had high hopes for you when you started, and I can't stand to see you let yourself down like this.”

 

“I'm sorry!” Janet whined, more upset at his words than at the growing pain in her rear end.

 

“Not as sorry as you're going to be,” he told her.

 

He continued to spank her like that for a few minutes, before resting his hand on her back. “I think that's enough of a warm-up,” he said, placing his fingers in the waistband of her panties. Suddenly, her hand shot back, protectively covering her backside.

 

“Surely that's not necessary, Mister Levitt? I'm learning my lesson, I promise!” she pleaded desperately.

“Janet, when you agreed to this punishment, I told you it was going to be long, hard, and on the bare bottom. So far, it's been neither. Move your hand,” he said in a calm, but strict voice. Whimpering, Janet did as she was instructed.

 

He lowered her panties, rubbing her bare bottom for the briefest of moments before he continued the spanking. She kicked her leg at the sting – she hadn't thought the thin cotton had given her much protection, but it seemed she was wrong. Soon, she was howling as his firm palm crashed down on her rear, slowly turning the once-pale cheeks bright red.

 

Her buttocks burned like she'd sat in a campfire, and she moaned in pain. She tried her best to hold the tears back, but soon, she was crying openly. She would never have believed that a spanking could sting this much.

 

Lost in pain and tears, she barely noticed when the spanking stopped. Whispering comforting words, he helped her into a sitting position, hugging her firmly. “It's over now, Janet. You have been punished.”

 

 

Back home, Janet was standing in the bathroom, gasping as she studied her red posterior in the mirror. She gently touched the burning skin, trying to rub the sting away, but to no avail. She knew she wouldn't sit comfortably for a few days, and she hoped that her work really improved. “If this doesn't work, nothing will,” she told herself.

 

But as she thought about bending over Mister Levitt's lap, his hand beginning its exploration of her curves, she felt a strange tingling, and she had a feeling that she would find herself over his lap again. Nothing major, obviously, but a small misdeed that she would need to be punished for...