Lauren, who was a lanky blonde in her late thirties, had worked as a personal assistant for Mr Steel, the charismatic multi-millionaire, for more than three years now. The job was demanding, but not unrewarding – and one of those perks was that she got to spend time with her attractive boss.
Ash Steel was a tall, handsome bachelor with a thick head of copper hair. He was rapidly approaching fifty, but his exercise regime meant he had a body that many men half his age would envy him. He was charming and kind, and he remembered little details about his employees; he had a way of making them all feel seen and appreciated.
However, he also had high standards, and on the rare occasions when Lauren failed him, she would be called into his office, where she would stand in front of his desk as he scolded her. His stern tone and gaze made her blush and squirm like a schoolgirl standing before the principal, but if she had to tell the truth, she would have preferred the lectures to happen far more often.
There was just something about being scolded by the attractive man that made her feel pleasantly lightheaded, and in her private moments, she felt a tingling between her legs as she wondered what would happen if she pushed him too far. She imagined him furrowing his brow in disappointment and declaring that she needed to be punished.
In her dreams, he would state that the only way she could keep her job was if she went over his lap for a good, hard spanking. She would blush and whimper, pleading for mercy, but he would be unrelenting. In the end, she would have no choice but to bend over his lap for a well-deserved dose of strict discipline. He would spank her long and hard on her bare bottom as she bawled and twisted over his lap, until she had no more tears left to cry. Then, he would feel sorry for the sobbing young lady, and he would carry her to his bedroom for some soothing lotion – followed by a long night of passion.
Obviously, this would never happen in real life. Mr Steel was not a man to take advantage of his employees, and if she truly failed him, he was far more likely to fire her than to spank her. Not that Lauren would ever do anything worthy of such measures – she didn't even dare to deliberately misbehave for the lectures, so they only happened when she actually deserved them. However, every stern word from his lips was a gift that she would treasure in his heart.
One evening, Lauren was working late after everyone else had gone home, finishing an important report. As she saved the document, she glanced around the office, making sure she was truly on her own. Once she was confident that even the cleaning crew had left, she entered Mr Steel's private office. If she couldn't have a real punishment session with her sexy boss, she would have the next best thing – one of her little nights alone in his office.
She pulled his chair from the desk, imagining him scolding her sternly for some recent bit of misbehaviour. She placed herself across the seat of the chair, as if she was bent over his knees. Lifting the hem of her skirt, she raised it to reveal her black lace panties. She then started to spank herself, slapping her firm, pale domes with the flat of her hand, while picturing her stern boss scolding her.
"I'm sorry, sir," she mumbled, biting her lip. "I will do better."
Once her arm was too tired to continue, she rose, moving to the corner of the room. Standing there with her nose to the wall and the hem of her skirt tucked into the waistband, her pink bottom on display, she wondered what her boss would do if he was sitting at his desk. Would he scold her for her misbehaviour, promising that they were far from done? Would he tease her about how cute she looked in the corner? Maybe he would focus on his paperwork, leaving her feeling alone and ignored – though if she dared to rub her backside or turn around, he would obviously give her another spanking before starting her corner time over from the beginning.
Eventually, she decided that her corner time was over. She always intended to set a timer for herself, and she always forgot it in the heat of the moment. She left his office and went to her desk, where she opened the locked drawer and pulled out an old belt that she'd taken from Mr Steel's luggage one day. He'd never figured out where it went, and she hoped he never would. The embarrassment would be too much for her.
Returning to his office, Lauren headed straight for his desk. She lowered her panties just below her soft cheeks, baring her bottom. Bending over the desk, she folded the belt and began to spank herself. She hissed in pain as the leather bit into her sensitive seat, squirming over the desk as she gave herself a sound strapping. Again and again, the belt snapped down on her bottom, followed by a squeal or yelp.
Finally, she laid across the desk, too tired to continue. Once she had some of her strength back, her fingers moved to her throbbing sex, and she began to pleasure herself, bent over the boss' desk.
Once she was done, she cleaned herself and returned the room to its original state, making sure to place the belt back in the locked drawer of her desk. She touched her aching behind as she walked home, grinning at her secret little adventure.
The next day, Mr Steel was the first person in the office. She popped her head inside to ask him whether there was anything in particular he wanted her to focus on, but he was busy looking at something on his computer and waved her away. An hour or so later, he was heading down to Manufacturing to check on their progress. As he walked past her desk, he gave her an odd glance, before returning his attention to the papers in his hand. She wondered what he was thinking about. Maybe she'd messed up something in the report, and she was about to get another scolding? She hoped it was something slightly serious, so he'd do that thing where he raised his eyebrow and tutted. She liked it when he did that – it made her feel like such a naughty girl.
As the others left for lunch, Mr Steel called her into his office, a serious expression on his face. He directed her to the chair in front of his desk, and she sat down. To her disappointment, there was no discomfort today; she'd hoped for a few bruises to keep the memory fresh. "What is it, Mr Steel?" There were butterflies in her stomach; hopefully, he was disappointed about something she'd done.
He rested his elbows on the desk, steepling his fingers. "Do you remember a few weeks ago, when we caught that thief?"
"I do, sir." One of the young women had been caught stealing from the office. She wondered why he brought it up. Surely he couldn't think she'd do something like that?
"I have some pretty sensitive documents in here," he said slowly and evenly. "After discovering such dishonesty in the workplace, I decided to install a hidden camera in case anyone entered my office without my knowledge."
She nodded. "A wise decision, sir. You never know who could –" Suddenly, she realized why he had brought the subject up. "Oh!" She turned pale and felt so lightheaded that she had to grip the edges of the chair to keep herself upright.
Mr Steel turned his screen around, showing her the video he'd been viewing. She saw herself bent over his chair, her skirt raised as she spanked her own bottom. She blushed bright red, praying that she would sink through the floor.
She hoped he'd just fire her for her inappropriate conduct so they could get it over with, but for some reason, he started playing the video, though at increased speed. There was no sound, but she saw herself enter the corner and then leave the room shortly afterwards. At the time, she'd thought she'd been at least half an hour in corner time, but she was there for less than half a minute on the video, so it must only have been a few minutes in reality. When she returned and started to strap herself over the desk, Mr Steel commented drily "I had wondered where that belt had gone."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Lauren let out an anguished wail, and she buried her face in her hands, sobbing pitifully. She suddenly felt Mr Steel wrapping his arms around her, and she buried her face in his chest, the tears soaking his shirt. Despite the pain, there was the ghost of a smile on her lips: he finally held her the way she had longed for, and it happened just before he fired her. Life could be cruel like that.
In the end, she decided that she couldn't stay in his arms forever, as much as she wanted to. She assured him that she was OK, trying to sound as if she meant it, and dried the last of her tears. "Mr Steel, I can only apologise for my conduct," she said, adjusting her glasses. "I have no excuse."
He returned to his chair, tapping his finger against the desk. "Yes, you've been very naughty, haven't you?" She bit her lip, feeling that familiar tingling between her legs. He probably had no idea what effect his words had on her. He leaned forward. "Maybe you should be punished."
She froze, staring at him. This couldn't be happening, could it? He couldn't mean what she thought he meant. This had to be a dream, or a misunderstanding. Had she hit her head recently and was hallucinating?
"I COULD sent this matter to HR and let them deal with it," he said quietly. "Or I could discipline you myself." There was now definitely a smile on his face. "Which would you prefer, Lauren?"
Lauren felt herself blush again. "What do you mean by discipline, sir?" This turn of events looked like all her fantasies were coming true, but she wanted to be absolutely sure that she didn't misunderstand him. Her conduct had been inappropriate enough already.
There was lascivious grin on his face. "I will take you across my lap, bare your bottom, and spank you long and hard, Lauren. Don't you agree that this is what you deserve?"
Her eyes widened. This was actually happening. She quickly pinched herself, but she was still sitting in his office, listening to her boss threatening to spank her. This wasn't a dream after all.
He frowned. "I asked you a question, Lauren."
"Mhm?" She tried to remember what he'd said, and goosebumps were forming on her skin as his words replayed in her mind. She tried to respond, but she was too stunned for words, so she nodded.
"Use your words, Lauren," he chided her gently. "And I expect a full sentence."
"Yes, sir," she managed to croak. "I deserve a good spanking, sir."
He smiled. "Good. Now, go to lunch, and I'll see you later."
"Sir?" She stared at him, uncomprehending.
"Go eat your lunch," he repeated, turning his attention to some papers on his desk.
"But…" She was confused. "Shouldn't we… weren't you going to… Isn't this…"
"After work," he said firmly. "We don't want to spend work hours on this matter, do we? I'll see you in my office after the end of the day."
"But… " She swallowed. "That's five hours away!"
"Patience, Lauren," he tutted. "Now, be a good girl and do as I say."
Lauren felt lightheaded as she rose and left the room. While she'd greatly enjoyed being scolded by Mr Steel, she'd just discovered that she might actually prefer being called a good girl.
Lauren glanced at the clock, watching the minutes tick slowly away. She tried to look at the report she was supposed to be finishing, but she couldn't focus on her work. Every time she tried, his words kept replaying in her mind. ' I could discipline you myself'… ' I will take you across my lap, bare your bottom, and spank you long and hard, Lauren'… ' be a good girl'… She felt a dire urge to sneak away to the bathroom and relieve her stress, but she didn't dare. If her boss somehow learned that she'd been masturbating at work again, he might fire her after all, and she didn't want to take that chance.
Finally, the day ended. As Lauren watched her coworkers leave, she approached Mr Steel's office and knocked on the door. "Enter," his voice called out firmly.
Mr Steel was looking at something on his screen and didn't look up as she entered. For a few minutes, he ignored her, and Lauren felt more and more nervous, though she realized that this was his intent. Her punishment had already started.
Finally, he looked at her. "Lauren," he said calmly. "Are you ready for your spanking?"
Lauren blushed. She couldn't understand how he could say that word so effortlessly. Every time Lauren tried to talk about spanking, her tongue locked up and refused to obey instructions. "Yes, sir," she said.
"First, I'd like you to bring me my old belt," he instructed. She hastened to retrieve it from her drawer and held it out to him. "Place it on the desk," he ordered.
"Sir?" she whispered timidly. "Is there a chance I might have that belt back afterwards?"
He frowned. "It's mine, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir. But it… it means a lot to me, sir."
He raised an eyebrow. "Lauren, how many times have you spanked yourself with that belt?"
She stared at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. "I don't know, sir," she said truthfully.
He chuckled. "What a naughty girl you are. Very well, you may keep it – as long as you bring it to me any time I intend to use it on you."
Lauren's heart was beating a little faster at the thought that they might do this again. "Yes, sir."
"Now, come around here, young lady, and we can get started. I think we'll begin with a hand-spanking over my lap."
As Lauren walked around his desk, she glanced at the screen to see what Mr Steel had been looking at. It seemed to be a website with advice about how to give spankings. Her heart fluttered at the thought that he was looking up guides to make sure she received what she needed.
Mr Steel patted his lap, and Lauren laid down across his knees. He lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of black lace panties that were similar to the ones she'd worn yesterday. "What pretty panties," he remarked as he stroked her bottom.
"Thank you, sir," she responded, blushing.
"But I'm sure they'll look even prettier around your knees," he said as he placed his fingers in the waistband and lowered them. Lauren let out an embarrassed little squeal, but she didn't protest. As he continued to stroke her trembling cheeks, she squeezed her legs together, trying to preserve the remnants of her modesty.
The first spank took her by surprise. She gasped, squirming a little as his firm palm smacked down on her soft skin. He gave her a few more smacks, and her eyes widened at the sting.
"How is that, Lauren?" he asked.
"It hurts, sir," she remarked. "But in a good way!"
He chuckled. "Are you enjoying yourself, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered meekly.
"Well, then, I might have to spank harder." True to his word, Mr Steel gave her some even harder slaps.
As his hand moved from cheek to cheek, warming every inch of her bottom, Lauren squealed and squirmed over his lap. Each smack didn't hurt much, but over time, the burning sting accumulated. As she wriggled over his lap, she could feel something hard poking her in the stomach, which made her blush. It seemed Mr Steel was enjoying this almost as much as she was.
Mr Steel's hard hand continued to slam down on her warm posterior, and Lauren moaned in pain and pleasure. This was better than even her wettest fantasies. To be completely under his control as he disciplined her soundly was her fondest wish come true.
Eventually, the spanking ended, and he stroked her bottom gently. "Now, you will go stand in the corner," he told her. "Nose in the corner, hands on your head, bottom on display."
"Aw," she pouted. "Do I really have to – EEK!" She howled when he suddenly delivered a series of hard swats to her thighs.
"That wasn't a question, young lady, it was an order. Now, be a good girl and do as you are told."
Lauren quickly rose and hurried to the corner. She stood as instructed, facing the wall with her hands on her head. She wondered what he was doing. Was he looking at her, admiring her bare bottom? And how did it look – was it very red? Or was he looking at something else?
The seconds ticked away. This felt even worse than sitting at her desk, waiting for the day to end, and yet, there was something wonderful about it. She could feel herself growing wetter at the thought of her stern boss sitting at his desk behind her, watching her every move. Should she disobey him? Should she turn her head and look at him, or reach down and rub her stinging rear end? But no – she had to obey him. If she did, maybe he would call her a good girl.
As she stood there, staring at the wallpaper as her bottom burned, every second felt like an eternity. How long had she been standing there? An hour? Two hours? Had he forgotten about her entirely? He couldn't have left the room without her noticing, could he?
When he suddenly spoke, she jumped a foot in the air. "You may leave the corner, Lauren."
She turned around, placing both hands in front of her crotch. Having him see her bare bottom was fine, but she wanted to preserve SOME modesty if she could. She glanced at the clock on the wall and had to stop herself from swearing. Ten minutes? She'd only been in the corner for ten minutes?
Mr Steel was standing near his desk, smacking the belt against his palm. "It's time for the next part of your punishment. Bend over the desk, Lauren." With a small whimper of nervousness, she did as instructed, leaning over the desk and pushing her backside out. He rubbed her bare bottom gently. "Good girl," he whispered, and she beamed.
Her smile lasted until the first stroke of the belt.
"Ouch!" she howled, standing up and clutching her backside with both hands. "That hurts!"
"It's supposed to, young lady," he commented drily. "Bend back over and grab the other side of the desk. If you stand up again, you'll regret it."
Reluctantly, Lauren did as she was told. She laid across the desk, feeling the cool air caress her naked backside, and whimpered softly as she heard him raise the belt.
The second lash landed. She howled, but she managed to hold on to the desk. He continued to belt her bottom, and she kicked her legs.
Before long, she was squirming on the desk, bucking and bouncing every time the belt landed, but she managed to cling on to the desk. The last thing she wanted right now was further punishment. Again and again, the belt lashed down on her soft skin, and she howled and sobbed. Her bottom burned like never before. She doubted she would sit comfortably ever again.
Finally, after what felt like hours of hard strapping, he placed the belt down and began to stroke her bottom. "How was that?" he asked gently.
"It was awful," she sniffled.
"Did you enjoy it?"
She huffed. "Yes," she admitted with a pout.
He helped her up, and soon held her in her arms as he dried her tears. There was a blissful smile on her lips as she rubbed her stinging behind.
"Thank you, sir," she mumbled into his chest.
He chuckled. "Any time, Lauren. Just let me know when you feel like a naughty girl again."
She bit her lip. A naughty thought had entered her mind. "Sir? Could you sit down again?"
He gave her a quizzical look, but returned to his chair. She kneeled before him, her hands undoing his belt.
He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing, young lady?"
"I should thank you properly for my spanking, sir," she said as she freed his erection from his trousers. Her lips closed around it, and neither of them were capable of speech for quite some time.
Ash Steel was a tall, handsome bachelor with a thick head of copper hair. He was rapidly approaching fifty, but his exercise regime meant he had a body that many men half his age would envy him. He was charming and kind, and he remembered little details about his employees; he had a way of making them all feel seen and appreciated.
However, he also had high standards, and on the rare occasions when Lauren failed him, she would be called into his office, where she would stand in front of his desk as he scolded her. His stern tone and gaze made her blush and squirm like a schoolgirl standing before the principal, but if she had to tell the truth, she would have preferred the lectures to happen far more often.
There was just something about being scolded by the attractive man that made her feel pleasantly lightheaded, and in her private moments, she felt a tingling between her legs as she wondered what would happen if she pushed him too far. She imagined him furrowing his brow in disappointment and declaring that she needed to be punished.
In her dreams, he would state that the only way she could keep her job was if she went over his lap for a good, hard spanking. She would blush and whimper, pleading for mercy, but he would be unrelenting. In the end, she would have no choice but to bend over his lap for a well-deserved dose of strict discipline. He would spank her long and hard on her bare bottom as she bawled and twisted over his lap, until she had no more tears left to cry. Then, he would feel sorry for the sobbing young lady, and he would carry her to his bedroom for some soothing lotion – followed by a long night of passion.
Obviously, this would never happen in real life. Mr Steel was not a man to take advantage of his employees, and if she truly failed him, he was far more likely to fire her than to spank her. Not that Lauren would ever do anything worthy of such measures – she didn't even dare to deliberately misbehave for the lectures, so they only happened when she actually deserved them. However, every stern word from his lips was a gift that she would treasure in his heart.
One evening, Lauren was working late after everyone else had gone home, finishing an important report. As she saved the document, she glanced around the office, making sure she was truly on her own. Once she was confident that even the cleaning crew had left, she entered Mr Steel's private office. If she couldn't have a real punishment session with her sexy boss, she would have the next best thing – one of her little nights alone in his office.
She pulled his chair from the desk, imagining him scolding her sternly for some recent bit of misbehaviour. She placed herself across the seat of the chair, as if she was bent over his knees. Lifting the hem of her skirt, she raised it to reveal her black lace panties. She then started to spank herself, slapping her firm, pale domes with the flat of her hand, while picturing her stern boss scolding her.
"I'm sorry, sir," she mumbled, biting her lip. "I will do better."
Once her arm was too tired to continue, she rose, moving to the corner of the room. Standing there with her nose to the wall and the hem of her skirt tucked into the waistband, her pink bottom on display, she wondered what her boss would do if he was sitting at his desk. Would he scold her for her misbehaviour, promising that they were far from done? Would he tease her about how cute she looked in the corner? Maybe he would focus on his paperwork, leaving her feeling alone and ignored – though if she dared to rub her backside or turn around, he would obviously give her another spanking before starting her corner time over from the beginning.
Eventually, she decided that her corner time was over. She always intended to set a timer for herself, and she always forgot it in the heat of the moment. She left his office and went to her desk, where she opened the locked drawer and pulled out an old belt that she'd taken from Mr Steel's luggage one day. He'd never figured out where it went, and she hoped he never would. The embarrassment would be too much for her.
Returning to his office, Lauren headed straight for his desk. She lowered her panties just below her soft cheeks, baring her bottom. Bending over the desk, she folded the belt and began to spank herself. She hissed in pain as the leather bit into her sensitive seat, squirming over the desk as she gave herself a sound strapping. Again and again, the belt snapped down on her bottom, followed by a squeal or yelp.
Finally, she laid across the desk, too tired to continue. Once she had some of her strength back, her fingers moved to her throbbing sex, and she began to pleasure herself, bent over the boss' desk.
Once she was done, she cleaned herself and returned the room to its original state, making sure to place the belt back in the locked drawer of her desk. She touched her aching behind as she walked home, grinning at her secret little adventure.
The next day, Mr Steel was the first person in the office. She popped her head inside to ask him whether there was anything in particular he wanted her to focus on, but he was busy looking at something on his computer and waved her away. An hour or so later, he was heading down to Manufacturing to check on their progress. As he walked past her desk, he gave her an odd glance, before returning his attention to the papers in his hand. She wondered what he was thinking about. Maybe she'd messed up something in the report, and she was about to get another scolding? She hoped it was something slightly serious, so he'd do that thing where he raised his eyebrow and tutted. She liked it when he did that – it made her feel like such a naughty girl.
As the others left for lunch, Mr Steel called her into his office, a serious expression on his face. He directed her to the chair in front of his desk, and she sat down. To her disappointment, there was no discomfort today; she'd hoped for a few bruises to keep the memory fresh. "What is it, Mr Steel?" There were butterflies in her stomach; hopefully, he was disappointed about something she'd done.
He rested his elbows on the desk, steepling his fingers. "Do you remember a few weeks ago, when we caught that thief?"
"I do, sir." One of the young women had been caught stealing from the office. She wondered why he brought it up. Surely he couldn't think she'd do something like that?
"I have some pretty sensitive documents in here," he said slowly and evenly. "After discovering such dishonesty in the workplace, I decided to install a hidden camera in case anyone entered my office without my knowledge."
She nodded. "A wise decision, sir. You never know who could –" Suddenly, she realized why he had brought the subject up. "Oh!" She turned pale and felt so lightheaded that she had to grip the edges of the chair to keep herself upright.
Mr Steel turned his screen around, showing her the video he'd been viewing. She saw herself bent over his chair, her skirt raised as she spanked her own bottom. She blushed bright red, praying that she would sink through the floor.
She hoped he'd just fire her for her inappropriate conduct so they could get it over with, but for some reason, he started playing the video, though at increased speed. There was no sound, but she saw herself enter the corner and then leave the room shortly afterwards. At the time, she'd thought she'd been at least half an hour in corner time, but she was there for less than half a minute on the video, so it must only have been a few minutes in reality. When she returned and started to strap herself over the desk, Mr Steel commented drily "I had wondered where that belt had gone."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Lauren let out an anguished wail, and she buried her face in her hands, sobbing pitifully. She suddenly felt Mr Steel wrapping his arms around her, and she buried her face in his chest, the tears soaking his shirt. Despite the pain, there was the ghost of a smile on her lips: he finally held her the way she had longed for, and it happened just before he fired her. Life could be cruel like that.
In the end, she decided that she couldn't stay in his arms forever, as much as she wanted to. She assured him that she was OK, trying to sound as if she meant it, and dried the last of her tears. "Mr Steel, I can only apologise for my conduct," she said, adjusting her glasses. "I have no excuse."
He returned to his chair, tapping his finger against the desk. "Yes, you've been very naughty, haven't you?" She bit her lip, feeling that familiar tingling between her legs. He probably had no idea what effect his words had on her. He leaned forward. "Maybe you should be punished."
She froze, staring at him. This couldn't be happening, could it? He couldn't mean what she thought he meant. This had to be a dream, or a misunderstanding. Had she hit her head recently and was hallucinating?
"I COULD sent this matter to HR and let them deal with it," he said quietly. "Or I could discipline you myself." There was now definitely a smile on his face. "Which would you prefer, Lauren?"
Lauren felt herself blush again. "What do you mean by discipline, sir?" This turn of events looked like all her fantasies were coming true, but she wanted to be absolutely sure that she didn't misunderstand him. Her conduct had been inappropriate enough already.
There was lascivious grin on his face. "I will take you across my lap, bare your bottom, and spank you long and hard, Lauren. Don't you agree that this is what you deserve?"
Her eyes widened. This was actually happening. She quickly pinched herself, but she was still sitting in his office, listening to her boss threatening to spank her. This wasn't a dream after all.
He frowned. "I asked you a question, Lauren."
"Mhm?" She tried to remember what he'd said, and goosebumps were forming on her skin as his words replayed in her mind. She tried to respond, but she was too stunned for words, so she nodded.
"Use your words, Lauren," he chided her gently. "And I expect a full sentence."
"Yes, sir," she managed to croak. "I deserve a good spanking, sir."
He smiled. "Good. Now, go to lunch, and I'll see you later."
"Sir?" She stared at him, uncomprehending.
"Go eat your lunch," he repeated, turning his attention to some papers on his desk.
"But…" She was confused. "Shouldn't we… weren't you going to… Isn't this…"
"After work," he said firmly. "We don't want to spend work hours on this matter, do we? I'll see you in my office after the end of the day."
"But… " She swallowed. "That's five hours away!"
"Patience, Lauren," he tutted. "Now, be a good girl and do as I say."
Lauren felt lightheaded as she rose and left the room. While she'd greatly enjoyed being scolded by Mr Steel, she'd just discovered that she might actually prefer being called a good girl.
Lauren glanced at the clock, watching the minutes tick slowly away. She tried to look at the report she was supposed to be finishing, but she couldn't focus on her work. Every time she tried, his words kept replaying in her mind. ' I could discipline you myself'… ' I will take you across my lap, bare your bottom, and spank you long and hard, Lauren'… ' be a good girl'… She felt a dire urge to sneak away to the bathroom and relieve her stress, but she didn't dare. If her boss somehow learned that she'd been masturbating at work again, he might fire her after all, and she didn't want to take that chance.
Finally, the day ended. As Lauren watched her coworkers leave, she approached Mr Steel's office and knocked on the door. "Enter," his voice called out firmly.
Mr Steel was looking at something on his screen and didn't look up as she entered. For a few minutes, he ignored her, and Lauren felt more and more nervous, though she realized that this was his intent. Her punishment had already started.
Finally, he looked at her. "Lauren," he said calmly. "Are you ready for your spanking?"
Lauren blushed. She couldn't understand how he could say that word so effortlessly. Every time Lauren tried to talk about spanking, her tongue locked up and refused to obey instructions. "Yes, sir," she said.
"First, I'd like you to bring me my old belt," he instructed. She hastened to retrieve it from her drawer and held it out to him. "Place it on the desk," he ordered.
"Sir?" she whispered timidly. "Is there a chance I might have that belt back afterwards?"
He frowned. "It's mine, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir. But it… it means a lot to me, sir."
He raised an eyebrow. "Lauren, how many times have you spanked yourself with that belt?"
She stared at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. "I don't know, sir," she said truthfully.
He chuckled. "What a naughty girl you are. Very well, you may keep it – as long as you bring it to me any time I intend to use it on you."
Lauren's heart was beating a little faster at the thought that they might do this again. "Yes, sir."
"Now, come around here, young lady, and we can get started. I think we'll begin with a hand-spanking over my lap."
As Lauren walked around his desk, she glanced at the screen to see what Mr Steel had been looking at. It seemed to be a website with advice about how to give spankings. Her heart fluttered at the thought that he was looking up guides to make sure she received what she needed.
Mr Steel patted his lap, and Lauren laid down across his knees. He lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of black lace panties that were similar to the ones she'd worn yesterday. "What pretty panties," he remarked as he stroked her bottom.
"Thank you, sir," she responded, blushing.
"But I'm sure they'll look even prettier around your knees," he said as he placed his fingers in the waistband and lowered them. Lauren let out an embarrassed little squeal, but she didn't protest. As he continued to stroke her trembling cheeks, she squeezed her legs together, trying to preserve the remnants of her modesty.
The first spank took her by surprise. She gasped, squirming a little as his firm palm smacked down on her soft skin. He gave her a few more smacks, and her eyes widened at the sting.
"How is that, Lauren?" he asked.
"It hurts, sir," she remarked. "But in a good way!"
He chuckled. "Are you enjoying yourself, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered meekly.
"Well, then, I might have to spank harder." True to his word, Mr Steel gave her some even harder slaps.
As his hand moved from cheek to cheek, warming every inch of her bottom, Lauren squealed and squirmed over his lap. Each smack didn't hurt much, but over time, the burning sting accumulated. As she wriggled over his lap, she could feel something hard poking her in the stomach, which made her blush. It seemed Mr Steel was enjoying this almost as much as she was.
Mr Steel's hard hand continued to slam down on her warm posterior, and Lauren moaned in pain and pleasure. This was better than even her wettest fantasies. To be completely under his control as he disciplined her soundly was her fondest wish come true.
Eventually, the spanking ended, and he stroked her bottom gently. "Now, you will go stand in the corner," he told her. "Nose in the corner, hands on your head, bottom on display."
"Aw," she pouted. "Do I really have to – EEK!" She howled when he suddenly delivered a series of hard swats to her thighs.
"That wasn't a question, young lady, it was an order. Now, be a good girl and do as you are told."
Lauren quickly rose and hurried to the corner. She stood as instructed, facing the wall with her hands on her head. She wondered what he was doing. Was he looking at her, admiring her bare bottom? And how did it look – was it very red? Or was he looking at something else?
The seconds ticked away. This felt even worse than sitting at her desk, waiting for the day to end, and yet, there was something wonderful about it. She could feel herself growing wetter at the thought of her stern boss sitting at his desk behind her, watching her every move. Should she disobey him? Should she turn her head and look at him, or reach down and rub her stinging rear end? But no – she had to obey him. If she did, maybe he would call her a good girl.
As she stood there, staring at the wallpaper as her bottom burned, every second felt like an eternity. How long had she been standing there? An hour? Two hours? Had he forgotten about her entirely? He couldn't have left the room without her noticing, could he?
When he suddenly spoke, she jumped a foot in the air. "You may leave the corner, Lauren."
She turned around, placing both hands in front of her crotch. Having him see her bare bottom was fine, but she wanted to preserve SOME modesty if she could. She glanced at the clock on the wall and had to stop herself from swearing. Ten minutes? She'd only been in the corner for ten minutes?
Mr Steel was standing near his desk, smacking the belt against his palm. "It's time for the next part of your punishment. Bend over the desk, Lauren." With a small whimper of nervousness, she did as instructed, leaning over the desk and pushing her backside out. He rubbed her bare bottom gently. "Good girl," he whispered, and she beamed.
Her smile lasted until the first stroke of the belt.
"Ouch!" she howled, standing up and clutching her backside with both hands. "That hurts!"
"It's supposed to, young lady," he commented drily. "Bend back over and grab the other side of the desk. If you stand up again, you'll regret it."
Reluctantly, Lauren did as she was told. She laid across the desk, feeling the cool air caress her naked backside, and whimpered softly as she heard him raise the belt.
The second lash landed. She howled, but she managed to hold on to the desk. He continued to belt her bottom, and she kicked her legs.
Before long, she was squirming on the desk, bucking and bouncing every time the belt landed, but she managed to cling on to the desk. The last thing she wanted right now was further punishment. Again and again, the belt lashed down on her soft skin, and she howled and sobbed. Her bottom burned like never before. She doubted she would sit comfortably ever again.
Finally, after what felt like hours of hard strapping, he placed the belt down and began to stroke her bottom. "How was that?" he asked gently.
"It was awful," she sniffled.
"Did you enjoy it?"
She huffed. "Yes," she admitted with a pout.
He helped her up, and soon held her in her arms as he dried her tears. There was a blissful smile on her lips as she rubbed her stinging behind.
"Thank you, sir," she mumbled into his chest.
He chuckled. "Any time, Lauren. Just let me know when you feel like a naughty girl again."
She bit her lip. A naughty thought had entered her mind. "Sir? Could you sit down again?"
He gave her a quizzical look, but returned to his chair. She kneeled before him, her hands undoing his belt.
He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing, young lady?"
"I should thank you properly for my spanking, sir," she said as she freed his erection from his trousers. Her lips closed around it, and neither of them were capable of speech for quite some time.
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