Spanking at work (F/F story)

"You wanted to see me, Mrs. Landis?" Alice said, her voice betraying how nervous she was.

Kate Landis looked up at her young employee. Alice was short, with dark skin, dark hair, and light brown eyes, with a pair of tight jeans and a tight shirt, both of which showed off her admirable figure. She was biting her lip, her eyes slightly moist. Well, they would be a lot moister very, very soon.

"I think you know why you're here, don't you, Alice?" Mrs. Landis said. "You work hard, but you have a tendency to become careless." She held up the reports Alice had handed in earlier in the day, tapping her pen against some of the more eye-catching mistakes. "This just won't do, Alice."

"I'll do better, Mrs. Landis, I promise!" Alice pleaded.

"You say that, Alice, but as long as you've worked here, the only time I see any lasting improvement in your work, is when you're doing it on a sore, well-spanked bottom."

Alice stared at the floor. The words had been said. There was no avoiding it now.

Mrs. Landis picked up her chair, placing it in the middle of the room before patting her lap. "Come here."

Alice undid her jeans, wriggling them down to her feet, with her panties going the same way. She leaned forward, placing herself over her employer's knees as if she'd done this dozens of times – which, by now, she had.

"I don't want to do this, Alice," Mrs. Landis said, patting the dark cheeks in front of her, "But you leave me no choice."

As the first smacks rang out into the room, Mrs. Landis was once again struck by the absurdity of the situation. Alice was in almost every respect a grown woman, and yet, she was over her boss's knees with her rear end in the air, getting a spanking from her employer. But then again, what was she supposed to do? This was the only way to get any improvement out of the girl.

At this point, she couldn't even remember how it had started, but she was still amazed by the result. A quick bottom-warming – though it probably felt like a year for the poor girl – and her work was faultless for a few weeks, sometimes a month. Sooner or later, though, her old habits would return, to be banished by Mrs. Landis's stinging palm.

Alice was crying openly as Mrs. Landis covered her bottom with hard, loud smacks, slowly turning her dark cheeks red and sore. Alice knew she'd have trouble sitting for the rest of the day, and would still feel it at the weekend.

Finally, Mrs. Landis felt that the girl had received enough, patting her back and telling her it was over. Alice stood in place, rubbing her cheeks while trying to preserve what remained of her dignity, though every fibre in her being wanted to jump from foot to foot in that weird spanking dance that every naughty girl instinctively knows.

Mrs. Landis gave her a hug to tell her she was forgiven, and sat down at her desk again. "Try harder in the future, won't you, Alice?"

"I will, Mrs. Landis," Alice said, hissing with pain as the rough fabric of her jeans touched her stinging bottom. Mrs. Landis didn't understand why the girl didn't wear skirts – that seemed like an easy way of avoiding that problem. Fashion of the youth, she supposed.

As she left her boss's office, Alice could no longer hide her smile as she reached back to rub her glowing cheeks. She still considered manipulating her boss into spanking her, without her realizing she was being manipulated, one of her more skilful moves.

Though, she had to admit, it wasn't nice of her to trick people like that. She would have to tell her girlfriend, and she would think up some suitable punishment.

She grinned. Perhaps some corner time and a taste of the cane would teach her to behave.