Returning from work this afternoon, I passed Beverly walking her dog. I parked in the garage and walked out as she approached. We chatted for a bit and then she grinned as if thought of something funny.

“What?” I asked.

“I thought of you today,” she began. “I have a staff member that kinda reminds me of you - a bit snarky and sardonic. I had heard rumors he was boffing an intern and called him to my office. He acknowledged the relationship but argued that since it was completely consensual and she did not report to him, there was no HR issue.”

I shrugged, seeing the guys point. Beverly gave me a disapproving look and continued, “I told him it was certain age inappropriate and there certainly was the appearance of conflict of interest and that made it a company matter. He pushed back and I got a bit irritated at his arguments and finally told him that he needed to discontinue the relationship or I would turn it over to HR and they likely would see it as grounds for demotion if not termination.”

“You think he’ll comply,” I asked.

“I dunno. I expect this is not gonna go away. They’ll be more discrete so it’s not office gossip but doubt he’s gonna break it off,” Beverly replied. “She’s a really pretty girl and think he’s smitten.” She grinned again, like she had at the beginning.

“What?” I asked again.

“You awakened my interest in spanking and he kinda reminds me of you,” she explained, “The whole time I was debating this with him, all I could think of was putting him over my knee and walloping his bare backside.”

Now I grinned and she asked, “What?”

“We could have some fun with this - a bit of role play with you as boss and me as your wayward employee,” I suggested. She smiled broadly at the idea and nodded ascent. “Finish your walk. I’ll be over in, say, thirty minutes?” I was so very excited at the prospect and the thirty minutes passed by slowly. She greeted me at her door and completely in character. “Come on back to my office,” she began. “We had something serious and quite sensitive to discuss.” Once in the spare room that served as her home office, she sat behind her desk and had a straight chair facing it, directing me to sit in it. She sat on the corner of her desk. “It’s come to my attention that you are involved with Miss Cook…sexually involved,” Beverly scolded.

“It’s a completely consensual connection,” I countered. “Also, she doesn’t report to me so I don’t see how this is any concern of the company.”

“There are at least three issues in my view. First, you with a twenty-something intern is highly age inappropriate. Also, even though she doesn’t report to you, you are a manager so fraternizing with an intern definitely presents the appearance of a conflict of interest. Finally, sexual congress on company time and property are a direct violation of company policy,” Beverly responded. I must have looked authentically surprised. “Yeah - I heard about that,” she chided. “My admin told me she thought you were away at lunch and was going to leave a package on your desk. She walked-in on you two - but only Miss Cook was having lunch.” The role play - knowing it was going to end in a spanking had already started to make me stiff but the imagery of the fictitious Miss Cook giving me a blowjob at my desk completed the process.

Beverly continued, “You have a decision to make - I can turn this over to HR and let them act according. That path is likely to at least include censure if not demotion or termination. Alternatively, we can handle this privately without HR involvement on two conditions - first, you discontinue the relationship and second you submit to corporal punishment from me.”

“Corporal punishment?” I asked, playing along.

“Yes, a spanking…on your bare bottom. It will be embarrassing and uncomfortable but a bruised ego and a well-bruised bottom is what you deserve and this way avoids any messy, career-limiting HR action,” she replied.

“I agreed to your terms,” I replied.

“Very well,” Beverly accepted, then ordered, “Stand-up.” I stood and watched as she opened a desk drawer and withdrew a wooden hairbrush. She rounded the desk and sat in the chair I had just vacated. “Hold onto this until I need it,” she said, handing me the brush. I held the brush as she unbuckled my belt, opened my slacks and tugged them and my boxers to mid thigh. “That’s a nice belt,” she noted, pulling it free from my slacks. “We’ll conclude with a good hide tanning and that’s the perfect tool for the job,” she added guiding me over her lap. She spanked hard with her hand for a a while before asking for the brush. Like most wooden hairbrushes, it looks innocuous but is highly effective at adding intense heat to a bare backside. Eventually, she prompted me to stand but then bend over the chair as she stroked my already seared ass a dozen times with my own belt.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” she said, trying act stern while watching my erection bobble as I rubbed my fiery backside.

“I think for Act Two of this is little play, you can play Miss Cook as I apply her share of the penalty since she was the one who forgot to lock the door, allowing us to get caught in flagrante delicto,” I suggested.