Samantha’s choice for the next meet-up was a corporate situation - she was my boss and Clara was from HR. When I arrived at Clara’s placeI was to join a ‘meeting’ in Sam’s ‘office’. I walked into the room and Sam was sitting at the desk. Clara was in one of two visitor’s chairs facing the desk and advised me, “Have a seat.”

Sam waited a moment as if gathering her thoughts and then spoke, “I have heard unsettling reports that you traded sexual favors from an intern in exchange for a favorable letter of recommendation.”

I played along, “Actually, her tenure was somewhat less than stellar and offered to give me a blowjob if I would write a positive letter of reference.”

“Either way, that is unacceptable behavior from a member of the staff to coworkers, particularly subordinates. I’m afraid we need to take rather drastic disciplinary action,” Clara scolded. I had to suppress a smirk, knowing what was coming, but felt the arousal of anticipation start. “You’re gonna get a good long spanking and a finale with my sorority paddle,” Clara explained, standing up and turning her chair away from the desk. “I’m going to get it started and then Samantha will take it to the next level,” she continued. “Now stand-up, drop your drawers and go over my knee.”

“Please, not on the bare,” I countered, trying to beg convincingly.

“Two things. First, in my book, a spanking is only truly effective if applied to a bare backside. Second, you seemed to have no compunction about lowering your trousers for the intern. Now, get ‘em down and get across my knee,” Clara scolded. I slowly opened my pants and let them drop. She was impatient and yanked down my boxers freeing my erection. “That’s what got you into trouble in the first place,” she noted and guided me across her lap.

She began to spank, often directing a series of swats to the same zone. Clara’s hand spankings were usually as intense as a wooden spoon or hairbrush in the hands of less vigorous players. When my tush was well-warmed she had me stand and inspect the condition in a full length mirror. “We’re only getting started,” she noted, as Sam now saw in the chair, holding a wide ruler-like paddle.

As Sam guided me across her lap, I watched a dribble of pre-cum land on her skirt. While I had never achieved success, I often attempted to create enough friction to actually cum during an over-the-knee spanking. When Sam paused, my cheeks were well-seared from the stinging paddle but I had not achieved my naughty goal but did leave her skirt nicely marked with wet spots.

“Bend over the desk,” Clara ordered, picking up a sorority-style paddle that lay on a shelf beside the desk. She tapped the heavy wood plank against my already throbbing ass and gave me six hard swats before handing the tool to Sam who contributed another half-dozen. “We’ll give you a few moments to recover, then get back to work,” Sam chided, tossing me a hand towel and giving me a knowing smile.

“Wanna help?” I asked.

Sam came towards me and took hold of my erection. “Can I watch?” Clara asked. I nodded as Sam’s stroking quickly brought be very close to fruition.