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The week after her mom’s visit, I was almost out the door and on my way to work when Sue knocked.

“Got a sec?” she asked.

“Yeah, what’s up,?” I replied.

“An intern friend of mine, Annie, let it spill that she’s kinda into spankings,” Sue began. I raised my eyebrows, urging her on. “We were out after work and playing a game of ‘Who’d you rather?’ about guys at the firm. I had posed a choice between our mentor, Josh, and the CEO, Bill. She replied that she’d rather do Josh and added, ‘I want him to bend me over and spank my bum.’”

“Her bum,” I interjected. “How lyrical!”

Sue continued, “I asked if she meant have sex with him doggie style or actually spank her. She replied, ‘Spank me first and then fuck me, too’ That led to long discussion about our mutual enthusiasm for being spanked and she admitted that it had been far too long and she really needed a good spanking. I thought about it for a second and replied I probably knew somebody who could solve that for her.”

“How much did you tell her?” I asked.

“Kinda all of it,” Sue admitted, a bit sheepish that she had divulged something that I might have viewed as confidential.

I considered putting her over my knee right then for that indiscretion but was captivated by the notion of spanking Annie, maybe the both of them in the same session. “Ok, I’m a bit peeved you revealed that to her but I didn’t explicitly bar disclosure,” I chided. “So what did she say?” I

“We were thinking you might play our mentor and punish us both for failing to meet a critical deadline, or something to that effect,” Sue suggested.

“How about here, after work tonight,” I replied. Sue nodded. “Be here at seven,” I added.

It was tough to keep my mind on work during the day as I kept reverting to thoughts of the upcoming dual spanking. I had a rough plan in mind by the time I got home. I went into my office and arranged two chairs to face the desk. I set my large paddle on the desk and then found the garden shears. Recent rains had led to new growth on the willow from which I cut two good stems for switches. I laid those along side the paddle and sat down to catch-up on email. The women were over five minutes late, perhaps intentionally provoking a reaction. I had already anticipated a reaction if they were tardy.

I led the women in to the office. “Take a seat, ladies,” I instructed. I spent a few minutes scolding them about tardiness, including this meeting as well as general lack of diligence and attention to detail. “You have a choice,” I said. “Be fired or accept corporal punishment - a very long, severe spanking. You must decide right now. If you choose the punishment, going forward, any future missteps will be dealt with similarly. So what’s it going to be?” I concluded.

Almost in unison they replied, “The spanking.”

“Ok, stand up,” I instructed and came around the desk. I turned one of the chairs away from the desk and took a seat. “Part one is a hand spanking, Sue you are first,” I announced and beckoned her near. “Lower your pants and panties and go over my knee.” The women had come directly from work and both wearing business casual slacks. Sue shrugged the slacks down and then pealed down her pink panties. As Annie watched with rapt attention I began to spank Sue’s bare bottom. After a few minutes, both cheeks glowed and were a deeper shade of pink than her panties. “Time to switch,” I announced. Annie lowered her pants and Sue began to pull hers up. “Leave those down,” I commanded. “We are far from finished warming your bare backside.” A few minutes later Annie’s round bottom was a matching tone of pink. I prompted her to stand and then bade Sue to bend-over, legs straight, hands on her knees. I tapped the paddle against her warm bottom and gave her a hard swat. I paused for the immediate sensation to fade and then another swat. Ten swats for each left both bottoms with dark red emerging bruises on the lower segments of each cheek.

“Now, for being late,” I added and picked up a switch. “Sue bend over again,” I instructed. Annie let out an audible gasp and Sue obeyed my instructions. I slowly laid five strokes to each woman’s already sore backside, leaving a set of red stripes across their fiery cheeks. “Same time, next week?” I asked. They both shrugged wordlessly in tacit agreement. I saw them to the door and watched as they chatted briefly then Sue walked to the guest house and Annie headed towards her car.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. I thought perhaps it was Sue returning to talk about the session but it was Annie instead. “You forget something?” I asked.

“Yeah, I wanted to express my gratitude for a wonderful evening,” she began. I thought the verbal thanks was all, but she brushed past me and beckoned me to follow. Back in my office she turned and held tight to my belt. “I think I’m about to do something that will deserve a good strapping with your belt,” she suggested and then quickly unbuckled the heavy leather belt and brusquely lowered my pants. She dropped to her knees and soon I was on the edge of climax. She kept the same intense pattern of stroking and sucking as I emptied a generous release into her mouth. She ingested the results and stood, “I’ve been a bad girl,” she mused and turned, bared her bottom and bent over my desk. I gave her ass a dozen strokes with my belt and then touched the resulting welts. She looked back at me and saw that the action and view had renewed my erection. “Get in me,” she ordered.