Kate announced the next theme would be coworkers caught ‘fraternizing’ on company time and property. The two should come to Kate’s after work in their usual workday attire. Dana arrived a few minutes after Clay and then Kate led them back to the spare room that served as her home office. Kate spent a bit of time scolding the two on their ‘behavior’ and while coworkers private lives were not company business, when fornication occurred on company time and on-premises, it was unseemly, at best. Since, there was no explicit ‘rule’ in the employee handbook covering this situation it was Kate’s job as head of HR to decide on how to address their actions.

“You two have a choice - termination or accept a paddling,” Kate declared. She withdrew a formidable oak paddle from her credenza. A friend had made it from half-inch stock. It was sixteen inches long and four inches wide. A pattern of holes were bored in the contact zone. It was meant to resemble the quintessential school principal paddle that was still used in many rural school districts. “A dozen swats, on your bare behinds,” Kate added.

Dana gulped. As much as she was usually enthusiastic about getting spanked, twelve swats with that monster was going to be unprecedentedly harsh.

“I’ll take the padding, ma’am,” Clay replied.

“Me, too,” Dana added.

“Ok, then,” Kate continued, standing and picking up the paddle. “We’ll do this in groups of three swats. Clay, you’re first.” She pointed to a line of blue painter’s tape on the floor. “Toes on the line, bare your bottom and bend over with your hands on your knees.” Clay moved into position and dropped his slacks and boxers. Kate pointed to a spot behind and slightly to Clay’s left. “Dana you stand there and watch. You’re next.” Kate tapped the paddle against Clay’s bare cheeks and gave him a home-run swing.

“Eeeeeeeow,” he cried and stood up, his hands reflexively grabbing his bottom.

“I forgot to mention, if you break position, that swat isn’t valid and will be repeated. Also, count each swat,” Kate clarified.

“One,” Clay moaned.

He absorbed another two hard swats and then Kate instructed them to switch places. Clay began to pull up his pants and Kate chided, “No need to bother with those. Leave them down until we’re done with all twelve.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Clay replied and shuffled to the spectator spot

Dana unzipped her own slacks and let them fall, then shrugged down her panties. This was the perfect vantage point, Clay thought. Her lovely round bottom being paddled and her legs parted ever so slightly, offering glimpses of her sex. He wondered if watching him get paddled was arousing for her, because seeing her like this was definitely stimulating him.

When Dana screamed, “Three,” Kate turned to see Clay was now fully erect.

“You’re enjoying this?” she asked. Clay was torn, the paddling hurt like the dickens - much more than he had bargained for - but watching Dana’s round bottom getting paddled was fantastic. He was amazed at the shock waves that the plank created in his friend’s flesh - radiating away from the impact point until it dissipated in her thighs and lower torso. He was also so very horny and hoped to have the opportunity to actually do the fictional act upon which the punishment was based. In the end he simply shrugged.

They changed positions, and again twice more. The paddling left the lower sections of their cheeks with prominent bullseye bruises. Kate had divided the paddling this way due to personal experience that during a sequence of swats with a serious paddle like hers, numbness often occurred after the third or fourth swat. Interleaving the pair like she had, allowed for full, unmuted absorption of the entire punishment sequence.

Kate set the paddle on the desk, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” she scold.

“Yes, ma’am,” the two replied almost in unison.

“You can cover-up now,” Kate suggested but they delayed a few moments more inspecting each other’s very colorful bottoms. Kate wondered how long it would take the couple to act upon their obvious arousal. Would it wait until their were inside one of their domiciles? She figured they couldn’t last that long and a hasty coupling in a parked car was far more likely.