Who’s the Boss? 2

“I very disappointed with your work recently,” I scolded. Rose sat across my desk from me in my office. We had arranged our follow-up session after work on Thursday. My office was empty and the door was closed and locked, so interruptions or discovery were unlikely. Yet there was a bit of danger to the scene.

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

“That latest report was not your best work was it?” I asked and she nodded wordlessly. “I feel like I am forced to resort to rather drastic measures to refocus your attention.” I removed my new paddle from my desk drawer and laid on the desktop. Having it in my office all day had been a major distraction as I kept looking at it and imagining this moment. “You deserve a good, long paddling - on your bare bottom. Do you agree and accept the punishment?” Again she nodded and I stood and came around the desk. “Stand up, Rose,” I ordered and then pulled away the chair she had been sitting in. “Slacks and panties down, then bend over the desk, resting your forearms on the top,” I ordered. She slowly bared her bottom. It was going to be a fantastic target and I was already hard from the sight of her bare cheeks and the anticipation of whacking them with my paddle. She bent forward and then provocatively widened her stance providing me with an even more intimate view.

I lifted the tail of her blouse away to fully reveal her bottom, put my left hand on the small of her back and tapped the paddle against her round cheeks. “You’ve been very naughty and I’m afraid you’ve earned yourself a very sore bottom,” I chided.

“Yes, sir,” she replied and I began to paddle. This paddle was of moderate size allowing me cheek-to-cheek attention, very similar to the contact zone of a hairbrush. I was focused on full coverage so that after a minute or two the entirety of both cheeks were pinned. I paused to stroked her bottom with my bare hand, reveling in the warmth. After allowing the immediate heat to subside a bit, I resumed the punishment, applying another two minutes of intensive paddling. I repeated the cycle six or seven times and saw that light bruises were beginning to form.

I stood back and admired the sight. Rose turned her head and saw me viewing her rosy ass. She gasped a bit as I unbuckled my belt. “This will complete the punishment today but if I don’t see marked improvement with your work, next time I will start-off with the belt and get more severe from there,” I warned. I tapped the leather against her already well-spanked cheeks and added, “Count these.”

“One,” she groaned as the heavy strap bit into her sit spots. After a dozen strokes, her ass bore a dark swath over the red background. Again, I touched the impact zone and marveled at the heat. Her bottom almost vibrating in response to my touch.

“You can stand and cover-up,” I suggested. She stood and turned to face me, her slacks and panties bunched around her ankles. She gave me a long, tight hug and could not have missed the bulge in my pants pressing against her. “Thank you,” she whispered. I wondered if once alone she would remedy her own sexual tension. I was ready to explode and was not averse to her watching me stroke myself if she chose to stay. Better yet, maybe she might oblige me with a touch of her hand and I would gladly reciprocate. “I better go,” she said, breaking away. She pulled up her pants and then paused. “Next time I spank you and I will need to relieve the tremendous pressure that you develop in response to spankings,” she teased.

“Why wait until another time,” I replied, offering the paddle to her.