Delegating to her assistant 2 (M/F story)

There was a knock on the door to Barbara's home office. Jim poked his head in, smiling at his wife and her assistant Holly. "Hello, girls. Do you want lunch soon?"

As soon as she laid eyes on him, Holly beamed. "Hi, Daddy!" Realizing what she'd said, she clasped her hands in front of her mouth, blushing. "Sorry! It's just –"

"I told you, it's fine," he assured her. The week before, he'd pulled Holly over his knee and spanked her bare bottom, then carried her into the bedroom for some passionate lovemaking – and both of these were at his wife's suggestion, and while she watched. Considering everything that had happened, the nickname was probably the least inappropriate thing about their relationship. "You can call me Daddy if you want."

"Are you sure?" she said nervously, biting her fingernail. "You don't mind?"

He thought about it. "Well, it's frightfully naughty of you, so I may have to spank you for it later."

"Oh, no, that sounds dreadful," she responded, grinning.

He looked at his wife. "Lunch?"

"Not right now," she told him. "We're in the middle of something."

He frowned. "That's what you said yesterday, remember? And you didn't eat anything." He folded his arms in front of his chest. " I'll rephrase the question. Would you like to be able to sit down for your lunch, or do you need a talk with the paddle first?"

Barbara squirmed in her chair. She hated it when her husband scolded her in front of her assistant; it made her feel like a naughty little girl. And while she found Jim's stern side incredibly sexy, and the thought of spankings was arousing, she hated actually being spanked – which was why she'd delegated them to Holly. Realizing how close she was to actually being in trouble, she gave in. "How about some caprese sandwiches? In…" She glanced at the clock. "Fifteen minutes?"

"Sounds good," he said. "See you two then."

When Jim left, Holly glanced over at her boss. It took a few minutes before she summoned the courage to speak. "Barbara?"

"Yes, Holly?" her boss responded, not looking up from her work.

"Are… are you sure you're OK with this? With me being spanked by your husband?"

Barbara smiled. "Holly, have I ever been shy about expressing my displeasure?"

"Not at all," she assured her. Quite the opposite, in fact.

"Then that's your answer," Barbara responded calmly.

"And… " Holly stammered. "And you're also OK with…"

"I don't have a problem with you fucking him, either," she added. "You DO remember that I was the one that suggested both of those things, right? As long as I can watch, and as long as he has energy left to satisfy me as well."

Holly had to admit that her life had taken a very strange turn recently. "And me calling him 'Daddy'?"

Barbara finally looked at her, and shrugged. "I'll admit, that's a little weird, but go ahead. Fly your freak flag high, girl. Have fun." She raised an eyebrow. "Just don't start calling ME 'Mummy', or you WILL be in trouble." She returned to her work.

After a few minutes, Holly spoke up again. "Barbara?"

Barbara sighed. "What is it now, Holly?"

"Well, those fifteen minutes are almost up. If we're late for lunch, I don't think Daddy will –"

"Oh!" Barbara rose to her feet, her face slightly pale. "I'd forgotten! Yes, let's go. Thanks, Holly! I owe you one." She grinned. "You saved my butt – literally!"


The next day, Holly and Barbara were back in the office. In the break room, Barbara was talking to some of her employees, making sure everything was ready for the work trip she was leaving for the next morning. "If you have any questions while I'm away, Holly's been filled in on pretty much everything – and she knows how to contact me if there's something she doesn't know." She turned to Holly. "Do you know where those new hard drives are? The ones for my home office?"

"They're on their way – I think they'll be here the day after tomorrow," the assistant responded. "If you want them ready for when you're back, I can drop them off with Da – " She cleared her throat. "With Jim." She struggled to avoid blushing. "Sorry, for a second there, I almost called him 'Daniel'. Don't know why…"

Barbara hid her grin, knowing full well that this was NOT what she'd almost called him. She wondered how the others would react if Holly sat there in the break room and called the boss' husband "Daddy" to her face. Should she have grinned, glared, giggled, or pretended that it was completely normal? Either way, Holly would probably have passed out from embarrassment.


"Hello, Daddy," Holly said cheerfully when Jim opened the door. "I have the hard drives that Barbara ordered."

"Hello, Holly." He stepped aside to let her in. "By the way, if you're calling me Daddy, is there something you'd like me to call you?"

She paused. Her throat suddenly felt bone dry. "Well," she whispered timidly. "I-I've always wanted to be called 'Kitten'…" She looked nervously at him, clearly worried about his response.

He felt the urge to laugh, but managed to contain himself. Holly was convinced that her whims were incredibly dirty and wrong, and that they would shun her and be disgusted by whatever she suggested. In truth, she was the least filthy person of the three of them, and he did her best to make her feel comfortable. "That sounds fine, Kitten. Would you like me to set those up for her, or do you want to do it yourself?"

"I'll do it," she told him, heading to Barbara's home office. As she worked, her heart was beating rapidly. Every time she looked at Jim, she thought about being over his lap, and hearing him calling her "Kitten" only made it worse. She shouldn't have let it go so long without asking for another spanking. She had to find her way back over his lap soon, or she'd burst.

When she emerged from the office, her work completed, Holly found Jim sitting in the living room watching TV. "Can I talk to you, Daddy?"

"Sure, Kitten," he said, turning off the TV. "What about?"

"Well…" She paused, feeling the butterflies soaring like albatrosses in her tummy. "It's just… it's been a very long time since my spanking…"

"A little over a week," he told her. "Your birthday."

She nodded. "I… was just thinking…"

"That you want another one?" he said, grinning. She nodded shyly, and he thought about it. "Well, Barbara's going to be gone for a week, and she'll probably want to relax on the day she comes home. How does Friday next week sound? You can come here straight after work, and we – "

"But that's so long," she whimpered. "You're really, really good at it, you know that?" She bit her lip. "We don't have to wait for her, do we?" He stared at her, and she continued. "You're here, and I'm here, and we can –"

He frowned. "And how do you think Barbara would feel about that? Us playing without her?"

She pouted. "Well, she doesn't need to know, does she?"

"Holly, I want you to think very carefully about what you're saying," Jim said, his voice suddenly ice-cold.

Holly took a step back, turning pale. She'd seen his stern side when he was upset with Barbara about something, but it was a thousand times worse when it was aimed at her. It was exciting, but also incredibly scary.

"I am a happily married man. I've never gone behind my wife's back, and I don't plan on doing it now." He folded his arms in front of his chest. "You know you only got that spanking, and that night of lovemaking, because of her. She's agreed to share me with you, and her only request is that she's present when it happens. I don't think you're showing much gratitude."

Holly could feel tears at the edges of her eyes. "I was only –"

"I think you should go home now," he told her, turning the TV back on.

She took a few steps towards the door, but stopped. "Daddy?" she said timidly.

"What is it, Holly?" he said, still facing the TV.

"I-if I get Barbara's permission… will you spank me? Even if she's not here?"

"If you can get her to agree to it, I will do whatever you want, Holly." From his tone, it was clear that he considered that very unlikely.

Well, there was a chance, at least. "And… Y-you said you'd call me 'Kitten', didn't you?" she whimpered.

"Pet names are for good girls, Holly."

Holly fled home, deciding that she'd call Barbara as soon as she managed to stop crying.


"Hello, Holly," her boss said on the other end of the line. "How are things at the office?"

"Good, good. All normal," Holly said, trying to sound cheerful. She took a deep breath. "That wasn't why I called, though."

"Ah," Barbara said, and Holly could almost hear her smirk. "I assume this is closer to home? Maybe something about you and your Daddy?"

"Yes," Holly responded. "You see, I really, really want a spanking."

"You do? YOU? I'm shocked," Barbara commented drily.

"And… and I was just wondering…"

"Yes?" Barbara said encouragingly.

"Do we… do we HAVE to wait until you're back?"

The line went quiet for a very, very long time.

"Would you care to repeat that, Holly?" Barbara said. If Holly had thought Jim had a cold tone, it was downright blazing compared to Barbara's. "I don't think I heard you correctly."

"I'm sorry!" Holly squealed. "I just thought – it wasn't…" She could feel the tears coming again. "I'm sorry!"

Barbara sighed. "Well, at least you asked, instead of trying to go behind my back."

Holly hesitated. Her boss didn't really NEED to know, right? On the other hand, if she spoke to Jim about it, he would probably tell her everything, wouldn't he? Better she heard it from her lips first. "Actually, I… I tried suggesting it to Daddy. He was very upset with me."

Somehow, Barbara's voice turned even colder. "You are making me reconsider our arrangement, Holly. Do you WANT to be welcome in my home?"

"I'm sorry!" she sobbed, the tears now flowing freely. "I was just… It was so wonderful, and I loved it, and next week is so long away, and you DID say I owed you for saving your butt at lunch, and –"

"…That's true, actually," Barbara granted her. "You rescued me from what would have been an impressive paddling." She sighed. "I'll think about it, Holly. Don't do ANYTHING until I call you." She paused. "Was there anything else?"

"Um. Yeah, one other thing…" Holly admitted.

"You are on very, very thin ice right now, young lady," Barbara warned her.

"I… I asked Daddy if he could start calling me 'Kitten'." She winced, holding the phone away from her ear as she prepared for another scolding.

"And?"

"And he said yes," Holly replied nervously.

Barbara snorted. "You have the weirdest hang-ups, Holly. I don't care what you call him. I don't care if he calls you 'Princess' or 'Cumslut' or 'Appalachia" or whatever. I don't care what you and my husband call each other – I care about what you DO with each other. Which, to reiterate, will be ABSOLUTELY NOTHING until you hear from me. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Barbara." Her impish side had wanted to respond with a sarcastic 'Mummy', but she was painfully aware that bratting would not have been a good idea right now.


"Is everything set up, Daddy?" Holly asked as she entered the house.

"Just about. Can you see me, Barbara?" Jim said, waving at the camera. "And hear me?"

"Yes on both counts," Barbara responded over the speaker. While reflecting on the matter, Barbara had remembered the cameras she used for Zoom meetings. While she couldn't be there in person, and she wouldn't get her turn with Jim's cock once Holly had been spanked and bedded, she would be able to see and hear everything that happened. Holly assumed that she'd be watching with one hand down her panties – that's what SHE would do if the roles were reversed.

"How about you? Are you ready?" he said to Holly.

She nodded. "Yes, Daddy. I think we can –" She froze. "Daddy?" she said nervously, her eyes wide as she pointed. "What's that?"

He picked up the large, heavy wooden implement lying on the table. "This? It's my paddle. We've told you about the paddle, right?"

"Yes, but… What's it doing here?" she asked. She had a very strong feeling that she wouldn't like the answer.

"Barbara and I agreed that since you tried to go behind her back, you deserve a little reminder to be honest and keep your promises. Don't worry, it'll only be a few swats, since it's your first offence." He glared at her. "Trust me, you don't want to know how many swats you'll get if it happens again."

She squirmed. "But I don't want to be paddled, Daddy," she whimpered.

"I'm not surprised," he responded. "The paddle stings a lot."

She fidgeted. "Do… do we have to, Daddy?"

"You're free to go home right now, of course. But if you go over my lap, you'll remain there until I've given you every last swat," he explained calmly, before giving her a comforting smile. "Don't worry, Kitten. You'll survive."

Hearing the nickname from his lips, in his comforting voice, coupled with that sweet smile, she couldn't hold back a purr.

"You two are absolutely adorable," Barbara chuckled. "I've mentioned that I'm recording this, right?"

"Several times," Jim replied. "Now, young lady. Should we start?"

Nodding nervously, Holly stepped forward, standing next to the straight-backed wooden chair. Jim sat down, placing his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and panties. With a single movement, both were whisked down to her ankles. She stepped out of them at his command, leaving her naked from the waist down. He then picked her up, placing her over his lap.

"Are you comfortable, Kitten?" he asked calmly.

"Yes, Daddy," she responded, her voice revealing a mixture of eagerness and nervousness. She would enjoy almost all of this, but the paddle worried her.

"How's it looking, Barbara?" he asked.

"Could you move the chair a few degrees counterclockwise? No, COUNTER-clockwise… great! Wow, that's a perfect view of her butt. Do I see a little bit of moisture already?"

Holly blushed and prayed that he wouldn't answer that, but to no avail. "Little bit, yeah. Our Kitten's eager, apparently," he replied. He rubbed his hand in circles on her quivering cheeks, before delivering a few hard smacks.

"Oh!" She gasped. "Oh! I'd forgotten just how good this feels," she squeaked, squirming a little.

Jim gave her a few dozen smacks, grinning as he watched her wriggle. "Some more moisture already," he chuckled.

"She's going to soak those trousers you're wearing before you're done. You know that, right?" came the voice over the speaker.

"Sacrifices must be made," he declared magnanimously while continuing to roast her rear. His hand landed hard and fast, slamming down on her soft cheeks with loud smacks.

"Ow! Please stop," she whimpered.

He frowned, his hand stopping in mid-air. "Is it too much already, Kitten?"

"No, not the spanking," she clarified hurriedly. "That's wonderful! But please stop talking about –" She blushed, too mortified to speak.

"Is it embarrassing to hear us talking about how wet you are?" he asked. She nodded, staring at the floor. "Is my dirty little Kitten ashamed of her body's response? Well, don't be. It's natural." He delivered a hard set of spanks that had her howling.

"H-how would you like it if I started talking about what I feel pressing against my belly?" she said, wincing as the sting grew.

"Please do," Barbara commented cheerfully.

"Wouldn't bother me," Jim said, managing to shrug while continuing to spank Holly. "You've both had it inside you, after all."

"Stop it, you two," Holly pleaded, squirming more from the embarrassment than from the spanking.

"Your bottom's really turning pink," Barbara said, deciding to change the subject and save Holly from further embarrassment after all. "How does it feel?"

Holly yelped. "It burns, but in a good way," she said. "It's wonderfully painful! Ow!"

Jim's hand flew from cheek to cheek, the loud slaps accompanied by his teasing remarks and Barbara's dry commentary. Holly bucked over his lap, lost in the ecstasy of pain and pleasure. She moaned and wriggled, the wildfire in her bottom only matched by the one between her legs.

When the spanking ended, Holly sobbed over his lap, wincing at the pain and giggling deliriously. What a wonderful feeling!

Then she felt the hard, cold wood of the paddle tapping against her warm bottom.

"Daddy!" she shrieked in terror.

"I told you that you'd be paddled after your spanking, for your wicked attempt at deceit." He looked at the camera. "Five swats, was it?"

"That's right. Five good, hard ones, mind you," came Barbara's voice.

He sighed. "I know how to use the paddle, Barbara, as you well know. If you think I need more practice, I'm sure that when you come back, we can –"

"No need, no need, no need!" Barbara insisted, her voice suddenly a little more high-pitched. "You've had more than enough practice, I can assure you!"

"Right. Now then," he said, raising the paddle. "If there's nothing else –"

"Daddy! Wait! Daddy, please wait!" Holly screeched.

He sighed, his arm still lifted in the air. "Yes?"

"Before you begin…could… could you call me 'Kitten' just one more time?" she said timidly.

Jim's heart melted. He placed the paddle down, rubbing her bottom gently. "You can handle this, Kitten. You're stronger than you think. Just five little swats, and you'll be my good little Kitten again, OK?"

Holly turned into a puddle, grinning and squirming over his lap, lost in arousal.

Which meant that she was entirely unprepared when the hard paddle came crashing down on her soft, hot bottom.

"Ow! Oh no! Not so hard, Daddy, not so hard! Please!"

"Naughty little girls do not get to decide how hard their punishments are," he said, delivering a second stroke that was just as hard as the first. "They take the discipline they've earned."

The third stroke made her howl and kick her legs, and the fourth drove all the air from her lungs, leaving her nothing to scream with. With the fifth, she sobbed over his lap.

"Shh, Kitten. It's over, it's all over," he said, lifting her up and comforting her on his lap. "You've been punished, so you're my good little Kitten again, right?"

"T-that was horrible," she murmured.

"Was it more than you deserved?" he asked. She whimpered, but said nothing. "Was it more than you deserved, Kitten?" he repeated.

"…No," she admitted. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I deserved it."

"That's good to hear," he said. "Now, I want you to look into that camera and tell Barbara why you're sorry."

Holly sniffled, turning her tear-stained face towards the camera. "I'm sorry I tried to play with Daddy without telling you, Barbara. I broke my promise, and I shouldn't have done that."

"You're forgiven, Holly," Barbara said in her most comforting voice.

"Right," Jim said, rising to his feet. "Kitten, I want you to stand in that corner. The one over there? Nose to the wall, hands on your head. Perfect! You can stand there a little while, and Barbara can watch you while I set up the cameras and microphones in the bedroom." He laid his hand on her shoulder. "My little Kitten still wants her treat in the bedroom, right?"

"Yes, Daddy," she told him softly as she faced the wall. "More than anything."

He clapped his hands. "Great! Well, just stand there while I set things up. If you speak without being spoken to, turn around, or move those hands, Barbara will tell me, and you'll be getting some more swats with the paddle, so I suggest you don't do any of that."

He headed towards the bedroom. Holly sniffled as she stared into the wallpaper, her groin throbbing with a need that would soon be fulfilled.