It was Friday, which meant that I was working from home. I was sitting in my comfiest chair, but was still clean-shaven and well-dressed, since I wanted to be in the right mental state for work. I had already finished the reports I had to complete before the weekend, and I was now in a Teams call with my boss Judith about what we'd be focusing on next week.
Meanwhile, my girlfriend Madeleine, who had the day off, was being a brat. She wanted to cuddle on the sofa with me and watch some TV, or show me some memes on her phone, and wouldn't listen when I told her that my workday wasn't quite over yet.
The tall brunette was now bent over the coffee table, pretending to tidy up, while wearing her shortest skirt and no panties, and wiggling her rear end enticingly. She was being distracting, and from the smug look on her face, she knew it.
Deciding that I needed to deal with the situation, I moved the mouse to the mute button in Teams. Keeping my face impassive, so as to not reveal anything on camera, I glanced at Madeleine. "Young lady, if you don't start behaving, I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you until you can't sit for a week."
Two things happened after that. The first was that Madeleine grinned even wider, poking her tongue at me as she wriggled her backside even more – just like I knew she would. The second was that I heard a gasp coming from my headphones, and looked back at the screen to see Judith staring open-mouthed at me.
To my horror, I realized that I had clicked the wrong button. I hadn't turned off my microphone – I'd turned off my camera instead. My boss had just heard me threaten my girlfriend with a spanking.
I quickly turned my camera back on, but before I could say anything, Judith left the call. I stared at the screen. Should I send her a message? Try to explain the situation? There was a big risk of making the whole thing worse, and I decided that the best thing to do was to leave it until Monday morning. Hopefully, I would think of a way to explain it all during the weekend.
"What's wrong?" Madeleine said next to me, suddenly worried. She must have noticed my expression. I explained what had happened, and she stifled a giggle, almost managing to look sympathetic. "Poor Jerry," she said, kissing me. "I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have distracted you while you were working, should I?" She fluttered her eyelashes. "Maybe I should be punished…"
Noticing that my workday was essentially over, I needed no further encouragement. I turned my laptop off, taking a seat on the sofa. Madeleine placed herself over my lap, and I flipped up her skirt, revealing a beautiful pair of bare buttocks. My hand smacked down hard on her quivering cheeks, and she let out a delighted squeal as I spanked her. I grinned, deciding to enjoy the moment and worry about the future later.
When Monday morning arrived, it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I headed to the office. What would be waiting for me? I had resolved not to say anything on the subject unless my boss brought it up. Maybe it would all go away if I ignored it.
I had almost made it to my desk when Judith appeared. "Jerry? I'd like to talk to you in my office, please," she said quietly, her voice trembling slightly.
I followed her in, closing the door behind me. I had a feeling that this was a discussion I didn't want anyone else to overhear.
As she sat down behind her desk, nodding for me to take a seat, I looked at my boss. Judith was a petite woman with short, red hair, wearing a dark blue pantsuit. I knew she'd recently turned 40, making her more than a decade older than myself, but she kept herself in excellent shape.
For almost a minute, we sat there in silence. Then, she took a deep breath. "I'd like to talk to you about what I heard on Friday. About… the thing you said." She blushed, squirming a little in her chair.
"I'm sorry. I thought I'd turned my microphone off," I told her, deciding that honesty was the best policy. "I needed to stop my girlfriend from distracting me. I can assure you that anything that happens between her and me is consensual, there is no abuse involved, and it has nothing to do with work. Leaving my microphone on was a slip-up, and I can assure you that it will never happen again," I said, hoping that this would end the matter.
She fiddled with a pen as she stared at her desk. "Do you spank your girlfriend often?" she asked, still not looking up at me.
I raised an eyebrow. This didn't seem like an appropriate topic at work, but I guess I couldn't blame her under the circumstances. I was the one who slipped up, after all. "A couple times a week – sometimes per day, if she's feeling particularly bratty." I shrugged. "It depends on how often she wants it."
"And do you spank any other women?"
This conversation was taking a strange turn, but I decided to answer her questions anyway. "I've spanked other women in the past, before I started dating Madeleine."
"But not now?" She tapped the pen against the desk. "You know, when you said… THAT," she shivered. "I thought at first you were talking to me. I blushed so hard, I was struggling to breathe. It was only when I'd left the call that I remembered that your girlfriend was in the room." She finally glanced up at me. "And I suddenly felt very, very disappointed that you hadn't directed those words at me."
I said nothing, my mouth suddenly dry. This was not the talk I'd expected to have today.
"Jerry, I've dreamed of being spanked for… years. Decades, I guess." She stared wistfully into the air. "I just never found anyone I trusted enough to broach the subject. It's so embarrassing!" She continued to fiddle with the pen. "And look at you. You're hard-working, chivalrous, detail-oriented, and discreet – apart from your recent error, of course. And from your own description, you're quite experienced in handing out spankings." She took a deep breath. "W-would you…" She blushed, not quite managing to finish her sentence, but I knew what she meant.
"I've never gone behind my girlfriend's back, and I'm not going to start now," I said, as gently as I could.
"I'm not asking you for sex!" she assured me, turning pale. "Just a spanking!"
"I know," I responded. "I'm still not going to anything that my girlfriend would disapprove of."
She sighed. "A man of morals. Commendable, I suppose. But if she doesn't object?"
"I'll ask her," I assured her. This was the strangest conversation I'd ever had, and I would make sure that Madeleine heard every word of it. "Can I get back to work now?"
Madeleine leaned back in the sofa, clutching a sofa cushion as she stared wide-eyed at me. "You're joking! You are, aren't you? Tell me you made that whole thing up!"
"Cross my heart," I told her. "Every word of it's true."
"Wow." She shook her head. "So did you spank her?"
"No," I told her. "Do you think I should? I didn't want to hurt your feelings by going –"
"Judith?" she said, trying to think. "That's the short, red-headed woman, right? I bet she'd look adorable with a red butt." She grinned. "Do it. Get me a picture of her standing in the corner afterwards."
I raised an eyebrow. Madeleine had always had a bit of an adventurous streak. "You're sure?"
She nodded. "Sounds fun. Besides, the poor woman has been dreaming about this for DECADES, and you want to leave her fantasies unfulfilled? You're not that cruel, Jerry. Spank her, and then tell me all about it when you come home." There was a lascivious grin on her face that suggested we would both enjoy that conversation.
Next Friday, I rang the doorbell to Judith's little suburb house. She blushed as she opened the door, wearing a rather nice dark dress that was surprisingly low-cut. "C-come in," she said, wringing her hands nervously as she stepped aside to let me enter.
She led the way into the living room, where I sat down in the sofa. I declined her offer for a glass of wine or whiskey, since I'd driven there and would be driving home afterwards, but accepted a can of soda. She paced nervously back and forth, trembling at the thought of finally having her fantasy fulfilled.
"So, Judith," I said calmly. "Tell me what's going to happen here today." I wanted to make sure that there were no misunderstandings.
She stood before me, fidgeting like a schoolgirl called before the headmaster. "You'll take me over your lap and raise my dress," she said, absentmindedly playing with a strand of her hair. "You'll sp-spank me over the panties for a while, before lowering them."
"If you want to, you can keep your panties on," I reminded her. "Your dress must be raised, so that I can see what I'm doing, but if you want to protect your modesty…"
She blushed, but shook her head. "N-no. It won't feel real, will it?" She took a deep breath and continued. "You'll spank me until the tears are flowing, and then stop. I'll have to stand with my nose in the corner and my hands on my head, where you'll take a picture to show Madeleine, and then you'll comfort me."
"Absolutely right," I said soothingly. "Good girl." She grinned a little at that. "Now, is there any reason we shouldn't get started?" She shook her head, and I crooked my finger at her. "Then come here, young lady."
My boss inched closer to me, trembling from head to toe and biting her lip. Once she was close enough, I grabbed her arm and dragged her roughly over my lap – she'd expressed a desire to be manhandled, and I was willing to accommodate her. An excited squeak escaped her lips when I grabbed the hem of her dress, raising it to reveal a pair of lacy black panties.
I rubbed her bottom gently, watching the goosebumps form under my palm. "You've been a very naughty girl, Judith, and it's time for your punishment." She whimpered softly, but there was a grin on her face.
I raised my hand, delivering a series of soft slaps. By her own admission, she'd never been spanked before, and I wanted to ease her into it. She squealed, but more from nervousness than from pain.
Gradually, I spanked harder, smiling as I watched her buttocks bounce under my palm. Judith had a delightful derriere, and it was going to be fun painting it red. I delivered a series of smacks to her sit spots that had her gasping. "Ow! Jerry, that stings," she breathed.
I frowned. "Judith, what did I tell you to call me while you were over my knee?"
Her eyes widened. "Sir! Sorry, sir! Please forgive me, sir!"
The nervous look in her eyes made it hard to stifle a chuckle. "Don't do it again, girl, or I'll make you regret it." I gave her another series of hard slaps to her sit spots.
She pouted. "That hurts, sir!"
"It's supposed to, young lady. It's a punishment."
At this point, I decided it was time for her panties to come down. I placed my fingers in the waistband, waiting a second in case she wanted to protest. She whimpered, but said nothing, so I slowly peeled them down to reveal a well-shaped behind that was starting to turn pink. I rubbed her gently, grinning as I heard her moan.
"Will you be a good girl in the future, Judith?" I said mock-sternly.
"Yes, sir. I promise, sir!" she said, shivering with delight.
I grinned. "Good to hear. Now, to make sure that you keep your promise…" I raised my hand, delivering a series of hard slaps to both cheeks. She squealed from the sudden impact, kicking her legs.
Gradually, her sensitive skin went from pink to red, and she was squirming over my lap like a fish on land. When I started to smack the same place a dozen times in a row, she yelped and covered her backside with her hand.
"Move your hand," I ordered her, a stern look on my face.
"But it hurts," she whined.
Sighing, I started to smack the back of her legs instead. She howled in pain, squirming with renewed vigour, and quickly moved her hand, deciding that she'd rather be spanked on her bottom after all.
"Ow! I'll never sit again," she whined, wriggling over my lap.
"Do you remember your safeword?" I asked.
"Yes, sir!"
"Would you like to use it?"
"No, sir! Ouch, not so hard, please!"
I chuckled – she sounded just like Madeleine when she'd earned one of her "punishments". I continued to spank her hard and fast, grinning at her reaction. She bucked and bounced over my lap, promising to be good forever and ever.
Tears were running down her cheeks when I finally stopped spanking her, resting my hand on her burning bottom. "You will stand up," I told her. "Without trying to rub your bottom, you will go directly to the corner, facing the wall with your hands on your head and your backside on display. You will remain in that position util I tell you that you can come out. If you do not obey these commands to the letter, you will find yourself back over my knee. Is that clear, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she whimpered through her tears.
"Good. Get up."
She rose on shaking knees, presenting a pitiful sight as she glanced at me. She walked to the corner, pressing her nose against the wall with her hands on her head. With her dress raised to display her burning behind, cheeks even redder than her hair, she presented an adorable sight, just like Madeleine had predicted. I took my phone out, snapping a couple of pictures, before leaning back in the sofa to enjoy the sight of my boss sniffling in the corner.
Ten minutes later, I rose to my feet and told her to turn around. Meekly, she obeyed, looking like a chastened schoolgirl as she glanced nervously at me. I hugged her, and she buried her face in my chest, sobbing as I led her back to the sofa. I rubbed her back and ran my fingers through her hair, cooing softly and telling her how brave she'd been.
After a few minutes, she asked me to see the pictures I'd taken. When I showed them to her, she gasped. "I can't believe it! That's me! That's really me, standing in the corner with a spanked bottom!" She frowned. "Doesn't look as red as it feels," she pouted.
I grinned. Madeleine said pretty much the same thing when she looked at herself in the mirror.
"C-can…" she paused, staring at the floor to avoid my gaze. "Can we do this again? It was wonderful! Besides, I have an old hairbrush I found at a garage sale once, and I've often wondered how it would feel against my skin – and what kind of marks it would leave…"
I chuckled. "I'll talk to Madeleine and hear what she says," I told her, though I had a feeling that she wouldn't be opposed to that.
Half an hour later, I was on my way home. Soon, I would show my girlfriend the pictures, and she'd lay naked across my lap as I spanked her and described what had happened at my boss' house. I knew it would end in the bedroom, and I could hardly wait to get home.
Meanwhile, my girlfriend Madeleine, who had the day off, was being a brat. She wanted to cuddle on the sofa with me and watch some TV, or show me some memes on her phone, and wouldn't listen when I told her that my workday wasn't quite over yet.
The tall brunette was now bent over the coffee table, pretending to tidy up, while wearing her shortest skirt and no panties, and wiggling her rear end enticingly. She was being distracting, and from the smug look on her face, she knew it.
Deciding that I needed to deal with the situation, I moved the mouse to the mute button in Teams. Keeping my face impassive, so as to not reveal anything on camera, I glanced at Madeleine. "Young lady, if you don't start behaving, I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you until you can't sit for a week."
Two things happened after that. The first was that Madeleine grinned even wider, poking her tongue at me as she wriggled her backside even more – just like I knew she would. The second was that I heard a gasp coming from my headphones, and looked back at the screen to see Judith staring open-mouthed at me.
To my horror, I realized that I had clicked the wrong button. I hadn't turned off my microphone – I'd turned off my camera instead. My boss had just heard me threaten my girlfriend with a spanking.
I quickly turned my camera back on, but before I could say anything, Judith left the call. I stared at the screen. Should I send her a message? Try to explain the situation? There was a big risk of making the whole thing worse, and I decided that the best thing to do was to leave it until Monday morning. Hopefully, I would think of a way to explain it all during the weekend.
"What's wrong?" Madeleine said next to me, suddenly worried. She must have noticed my expression. I explained what had happened, and she stifled a giggle, almost managing to look sympathetic. "Poor Jerry," she said, kissing me. "I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have distracted you while you were working, should I?" She fluttered her eyelashes. "Maybe I should be punished…"
Noticing that my workday was essentially over, I needed no further encouragement. I turned my laptop off, taking a seat on the sofa. Madeleine placed herself over my lap, and I flipped up her skirt, revealing a beautiful pair of bare buttocks. My hand smacked down hard on her quivering cheeks, and she let out a delighted squeal as I spanked her. I grinned, deciding to enjoy the moment and worry about the future later.
When Monday morning arrived, it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I headed to the office. What would be waiting for me? I had resolved not to say anything on the subject unless my boss brought it up. Maybe it would all go away if I ignored it.
I had almost made it to my desk when Judith appeared. "Jerry? I'd like to talk to you in my office, please," she said quietly, her voice trembling slightly.
I followed her in, closing the door behind me. I had a feeling that this was a discussion I didn't want anyone else to overhear.
As she sat down behind her desk, nodding for me to take a seat, I looked at my boss. Judith was a petite woman with short, red hair, wearing a dark blue pantsuit. I knew she'd recently turned 40, making her more than a decade older than myself, but she kept herself in excellent shape.
For almost a minute, we sat there in silence. Then, she took a deep breath. "I'd like to talk to you about what I heard on Friday. About… the thing you said." She blushed, squirming a little in her chair.
"I'm sorry. I thought I'd turned my microphone off," I told her, deciding that honesty was the best policy. "I needed to stop my girlfriend from distracting me. I can assure you that anything that happens between her and me is consensual, there is no abuse involved, and it has nothing to do with work. Leaving my microphone on was a slip-up, and I can assure you that it will never happen again," I said, hoping that this would end the matter.
She fiddled with a pen as she stared at her desk. "Do you spank your girlfriend often?" she asked, still not looking up at me.
I raised an eyebrow. This didn't seem like an appropriate topic at work, but I guess I couldn't blame her under the circumstances. I was the one who slipped up, after all. "A couple times a week – sometimes per day, if she's feeling particularly bratty." I shrugged. "It depends on how often she wants it."
"And do you spank any other women?"
This conversation was taking a strange turn, but I decided to answer her questions anyway. "I've spanked other women in the past, before I started dating Madeleine."
"But not now?" She tapped the pen against the desk. "You know, when you said… THAT," she shivered. "I thought at first you were talking to me. I blushed so hard, I was struggling to breathe. It was only when I'd left the call that I remembered that your girlfriend was in the room." She finally glanced up at me. "And I suddenly felt very, very disappointed that you hadn't directed those words at me."
I said nothing, my mouth suddenly dry. This was not the talk I'd expected to have today.
"Jerry, I've dreamed of being spanked for… years. Decades, I guess." She stared wistfully into the air. "I just never found anyone I trusted enough to broach the subject. It's so embarrassing!" She continued to fiddle with the pen. "And look at you. You're hard-working, chivalrous, detail-oriented, and discreet – apart from your recent error, of course. And from your own description, you're quite experienced in handing out spankings." She took a deep breath. "W-would you…" She blushed, not quite managing to finish her sentence, but I knew what she meant.
"I've never gone behind my girlfriend's back, and I'm not going to start now," I said, as gently as I could.
"I'm not asking you for sex!" she assured me, turning pale. "Just a spanking!"
"I know," I responded. "I'm still not going to anything that my girlfriend would disapprove of."
She sighed. "A man of morals. Commendable, I suppose. But if she doesn't object?"
"I'll ask her," I assured her. This was the strangest conversation I'd ever had, and I would make sure that Madeleine heard every word of it. "Can I get back to work now?"
Madeleine leaned back in the sofa, clutching a sofa cushion as she stared wide-eyed at me. "You're joking! You are, aren't you? Tell me you made that whole thing up!"
"Cross my heart," I told her. "Every word of it's true."
"Wow." She shook her head. "So did you spank her?"
"No," I told her. "Do you think I should? I didn't want to hurt your feelings by going –"
"Judith?" she said, trying to think. "That's the short, red-headed woman, right? I bet she'd look adorable with a red butt." She grinned. "Do it. Get me a picture of her standing in the corner afterwards."
I raised an eyebrow. Madeleine had always had a bit of an adventurous streak. "You're sure?"
She nodded. "Sounds fun. Besides, the poor woman has been dreaming about this for DECADES, and you want to leave her fantasies unfulfilled? You're not that cruel, Jerry. Spank her, and then tell me all about it when you come home." There was a lascivious grin on her face that suggested we would both enjoy that conversation.
Next Friday, I rang the doorbell to Judith's little suburb house. She blushed as she opened the door, wearing a rather nice dark dress that was surprisingly low-cut. "C-come in," she said, wringing her hands nervously as she stepped aside to let me enter.
She led the way into the living room, where I sat down in the sofa. I declined her offer for a glass of wine or whiskey, since I'd driven there and would be driving home afterwards, but accepted a can of soda. She paced nervously back and forth, trembling at the thought of finally having her fantasy fulfilled.
"So, Judith," I said calmly. "Tell me what's going to happen here today." I wanted to make sure that there were no misunderstandings.
She stood before me, fidgeting like a schoolgirl called before the headmaster. "You'll take me over your lap and raise my dress," she said, absentmindedly playing with a strand of her hair. "You'll sp-spank me over the panties for a while, before lowering them."
"If you want to, you can keep your panties on," I reminded her. "Your dress must be raised, so that I can see what I'm doing, but if you want to protect your modesty…"
She blushed, but shook her head. "N-no. It won't feel real, will it?" She took a deep breath and continued. "You'll spank me until the tears are flowing, and then stop. I'll have to stand with my nose in the corner and my hands on my head, where you'll take a picture to show Madeleine, and then you'll comfort me."
"Absolutely right," I said soothingly. "Good girl." She grinned a little at that. "Now, is there any reason we shouldn't get started?" She shook her head, and I crooked my finger at her. "Then come here, young lady."
My boss inched closer to me, trembling from head to toe and biting her lip. Once she was close enough, I grabbed her arm and dragged her roughly over my lap – she'd expressed a desire to be manhandled, and I was willing to accommodate her. An excited squeak escaped her lips when I grabbed the hem of her dress, raising it to reveal a pair of lacy black panties.
I rubbed her bottom gently, watching the goosebumps form under my palm. "You've been a very naughty girl, Judith, and it's time for your punishment." She whimpered softly, but there was a grin on her face.
I raised my hand, delivering a series of soft slaps. By her own admission, she'd never been spanked before, and I wanted to ease her into it. She squealed, but more from nervousness than from pain.
Gradually, I spanked harder, smiling as I watched her buttocks bounce under my palm. Judith had a delightful derriere, and it was going to be fun painting it red. I delivered a series of smacks to her sit spots that had her gasping. "Ow! Jerry, that stings," she breathed.
I frowned. "Judith, what did I tell you to call me while you were over my knee?"
Her eyes widened. "Sir! Sorry, sir! Please forgive me, sir!"
The nervous look in her eyes made it hard to stifle a chuckle. "Don't do it again, girl, or I'll make you regret it." I gave her another series of hard slaps to her sit spots.
She pouted. "That hurts, sir!"
"It's supposed to, young lady. It's a punishment."
At this point, I decided it was time for her panties to come down. I placed my fingers in the waistband, waiting a second in case she wanted to protest. She whimpered, but said nothing, so I slowly peeled them down to reveal a well-shaped behind that was starting to turn pink. I rubbed her gently, grinning as I heard her moan.
"Will you be a good girl in the future, Judith?" I said mock-sternly.
"Yes, sir. I promise, sir!" she said, shivering with delight.
I grinned. "Good to hear. Now, to make sure that you keep your promise…" I raised my hand, delivering a series of hard slaps to both cheeks. She squealed from the sudden impact, kicking her legs.
Gradually, her sensitive skin went from pink to red, and she was squirming over my lap like a fish on land. When I started to smack the same place a dozen times in a row, she yelped and covered her backside with her hand.
"Move your hand," I ordered her, a stern look on my face.
"But it hurts," she whined.
Sighing, I started to smack the back of her legs instead. She howled in pain, squirming with renewed vigour, and quickly moved her hand, deciding that she'd rather be spanked on her bottom after all.
"Ow! I'll never sit again," she whined, wriggling over my lap.
"Do you remember your safeword?" I asked.
"Yes, sir!"
"Would you like to use it?"
"No, sir! Ouch, not so hard, please!"
I chuckled – she sounded just like Madeleine when she'd earned one of her "punishments". I continued to spank her hard and fast, grinning at her reaction. She bucked and bounced over my lap, promising to be good forever and ever.
Tears were running down her cheeks when I finally stopped spanking her, resting my hand on her burning bottom. "You will stand up," I told her. "Without trying to rub your bottom, you will go directly to the corner, facing the wall with your hands on your head and your backside on display. You will remain in that position util I tell you that you can come out. If you do not obey these commands to the letter, you will find yourself back over my knee. Is that clear, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she whimpered through her tears.
"Good. Get up."
She rose on shaking knees, presenting a pitiful sight as she glanced at me. She walked to the corner, pressing her nose against the wall with her hands on her head. With her dress raised to display her burning behind, cheeks even redder than her hair, she presented an adorable sight, just like Madeleine had predicted. I took my phone out, snapping a couple of pictures, before leaning back in the sofa to enjoy the sight of my boss sniffling in the corner.
Ten minutes later, I rose to my feet and told her to turn around. Meekly, she obeyed, looking like a chastened schoolgirl as she glanced nervously at me. I hugged her, and she buried her face in my chest, sobbing as I led her back to the sofa. I rubbed her back and ran my fingers through her hair, cooing softly and telling her how brave she'd been.
After a few minutes, she asked me to see the pictures I'd taken. When I showed them to her, she gasped. "I can't believe it! That's me! That's really me, standing in the corner with a spanked bottom!" She frowned. "Doesn't look as red as it feels," she pouted.
I grinned. Madeleine said pretty much the same thing when she looked at herself in the mirror.
"C-can…" she paused, staring at the floor to avoid my gaze. "Can we do this again? It was wonderful! Besides, I have an old hairbrush I found at a garage sale once, and I've often wondered how it would feel against my skin – and what kind of marks it would leave…"
I chuckled. "I'll talk to Madeleine and hear what she says," I told her, though I had a feeling that she wouldn't be opposed to that.
Half an hour later, I was on my way home. Soon, I would show my girlfriend the pictures, and she'd lay naked across my lap as I spanked her and described what had happened at my boss' house. I knew it would end in the bedroom, and I could hardly wait to get home.
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