Jayne shut down her computer and was heading towards the door. It had been a truly awful day at work. She’d caught her own mistake that if left unchecked would have cost the company dearly. The last minute save was a relief but it had caused stress and delays and she knew her boss was really steamed that her recent lack of diligence had been the primary cause of the problem.

As she passed her boss’s door on the way out she heard her call, “Jayne? Do you have a minute?”

Jayne looked at her watch. She was really tight on time. She had plans that evening to meet her boyfriend at her house and then go to dinner with his parents. She was already cutting it close on time. He was a stickler for punctuality and would be really upset if she was late. She hoped whatever scolding her boss had for her would actually just take the claimed minute. She backed up and impatiently entered her boss’s office.

“Shut the door, please,” her boss instructed. “I’ve noticed lately a change in your behavior at work. You’re often late, the quality of your work has declined, there are more mistakes and there’s more frequent friction with your co-workers.”

“I’m really sor….” Jayne began but her boss held up her hand like a traffic cop.

“Right now, I’m not interested in words of contrition. I need to see results. As of right now, we’re gonna start a weekly meeting to review your work behavior and take corrective action, as necessary.” She turned and extracted a menacing wooden paddle from a drawer of her credenza. Jayne stared at the two-foot long, four inch wide plank. “This will be the tool I use to apply that corrective action. Face the desk, drop your pants and bend over with your forearms on the desktop,” her boss instructed. It finally dawned on Jayne this wasn’t an idle threat or caution for the future, her ass was gonna be paddled here and now. Jayne did as instructed and yelped loudly as the oak board hit her cheeks at high velocity. After the fifth swat her butt became a bit numb to the remaining five swats. “Good night, Jayne. Let’s hope this motivates a change in your work behavior.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jayne managed and hurried to her car. Her bottom throbbed during the ride home and she was tempted to feign illness to avoid the evening with her boyfriend’s parents. She was fifteen minutes late when she pulled into her driveway. He was waiting on the front step and glanced at his watch. “Sorry, I’m late. I had a last minute emergency at work that couldn’t wait,” she claimed.

“No worries,” he replied surprising her. She thought he’d be apoplectic by now.

“Ok, well let’s get going,” Jayne urged.

“Another few minutes won’t matter now,” he countered. She was so puzzled by his reaction. “Let’s go inside. I need to show you something. It won’t take long.”

She unlocked the door and led him inside. Her roommate was in the living room watching Game of Thrones and called “Hey, there!” over her shoulder.

Jayne led him back to her room. “So what do you want to show me.”

“That when you disrespect me by not being on time, there are consequence,” he replied. He undid her jeans and jerked them down. “Bend over your bed,” he instructed, unbuckling his belt. Jayne quivered at the sound of the buckle, a ominous sound from her childhood. He looked at the condition of her bottom. “Was this from your boss because of the mistake you texted me about?” he asked.

“Yes,” Jayne responded. “Please don’t spank me. My ass is already on fire and I have to sit on this at dinner.

“Too late for that,” he replied and gave her cheeks a severe stroke of the leather strap. “Half now and the other half for dessert,” he replied. The six strokes rekindled the fire in Jayne’s bottom. “Let’s go now,” he instructed, “You better behave yourself at dinner.”

Jayne was mortified that her roommate had heard the ruckus. “Have fun tonight, you two,” her roommate offered with a sly smile as they headed for the door.

At dinner, Jayne could not find a sitting posture that wasn’t supremely painful. She was grateful when everyone was too full for dessert and she could finally stand. The relief was short-lived as her inflamed bottom contacted the seat in her boyfriend’s car.

When they returned to her house, Jayne’s roommate was still binge watching GoT and paused it. “Nice evening?” she asked.

“Super duper,” Jayne replied sarcastically.

Her boyfriend nodded, “Nice dinner.” He looked around and saw her headphones, “You might need these as things might get a little noisy.”

Jayne was aghast at his bluntness and blushed deeply.

“Ok. Thanks for the tip,” her roommate replied now curious about the sorts of noise that might be forthcoming.

He led Jayne down the hall and when the door was closed, she was quickly without her pants and bending over for the third time in just a few hours. Her boyfriend didn’t hold back and deftly gave her bottom another half-dozen severe strokes with his heavy leather belt. Jayne jumped in surprise when her bottom was touched again, this time by his finger tracing the welts on her colorful backside.