I sent Clara a note about my next scene idea. I was unsure about whether she would be ok with it and was a bit surprised when she quickly answered, ‘Need to expand my horizons. Let’s give it a try.’ So I sent the idea to Sam, as well, and the three of us arranged the next play date.

When I arrived at Clara’s, Sam was already there. I could tell both were a bit uncertain as my note had not provided much detail, only really outlining that I was their boss, that they were just back for a work trip and had been called to my office. “Give me just a couple minutes. Ok?” I asked. Both nodded. I went back to Clara’s home office, adjusted her two straight chairs to face the desk and then opened my messenger bag and transferred a paddle I had brought to the top drawer.

The paddle was relatively small, intended for OTK work, the contact zone maybe a bit wider and longer than a typical hairbrush but about that size. I had made it from half-inch oak and bored a single large hole in the face. “Ok, I’m ready,” I called to the two women.

They appeared at the door a few moments later, looking authentically nervous to be called to the boss’ office without much pretext. “Yes, sir, you wanted to see us?” Sam asked.

“Yes, come in and shut the door. Please have a seat,” I replied, pointing to the two chairs. “You two just returned from a visit to one of our key clients. Their CEO, Beverly, called me a little bit ago to fill me in on the great progress you and his staff made on supply chain issues. She also filled me in on what occurred after your meetings when the group went out together. Apparently, many - including you two - got very inebriated.” Sam smirked at the concept and Clara looked genuinely ashamed. “Worse yet,” I continued, “Apparently there were some carnal hijinks back in your hotel rooms, afterwards.”

“That was just me,” Sam offered. “Clara wasn’t involved in that.”

“Thanks for trying to take the fall but I admit I was, too, guilty of inappropriate horizontal activities,” Clara countered.

“Well, thanks for admitting what you did,” I replied. “Beverly and I discussed the appropriate disciplinary response to this behavior. She is enacting that with her staff and, now, I am going to do the same with you two,” I announced, then instructed, “Stand up.”

Moved the chair to give us plenty of room and took a seat. “Clara, you’re going to go first.” She was wearing a casual dress. “Lower your panties and lift up your dress,” I ordered. She haltingly complied. “Over my knee!” With her bare bottom ready, I looked to Sam, “Set a three minute timer on your phone.” She fiddled with her phone for a few moments and then tapped ‘Start’. I began to spank Clara’s round cheeks with hard, brisk swats. Three minutes at that pace left her bottom rosy and warm. Then it was Sam’s turn, producing a similar result.

“Clara, back over my knee,” I ordered. “It’s time for part two.” Clara laid herself across my knee and I instructed Sam, “Open the top drawer and hand me the paddle that’s there.” Neither was expecting this and Clara gasped slightly at the sight of it and the realization it was going to be applied to her already toasty bottom. “You’re each gonna get fifty swats,” I announced. “Count them.” When Sam hollered, “Fifty,” I set the paddle on the desk and admired the results of my efforts. Each cheek was a ring of pink around darker red center.

“Now for the finale part of your punishment. Clara, bend over the desk. Sam stood and watched as Clara assumed the position and I unbuckled my belt. I had been stiff since they walked into the room and was now so very hard. I tapped the heavy leather strap against her full cheeks and slowly gave her a dozen strokes. Sam then bent over the desk, widening her stance provocatively. After the belt had added some more color to her bottom, she looked back over her shoulder and invited, “Please finish the job!”

I looked at Clara who also seemed quite aroused and encouraged me, “Go ahead. I want to see this.”

I only paused for moment and was soon inside Sam and lasted longer than expected. I looked over at Clara and she also seemed to be vicariously enjoying the moment. I felt the tide rising and pulled out to release onto Sam’s well-spanked bottom. Clara reached over and stroked me to fruition, licking a few errant rivulets of semen from her finger. “I’m counting on an encore,” she said with a lascivious grin.