The trip to visit several vendors and clients had not gone well. My admin, Erica, was training a new hire, Dana. Dana had made most of the arrangements and fumbled multiple aspects of the trip- flights, hotels, meetings times and locations. I survived and had improvised to recover most of the gaffs so no real damage to relationships with stakeholders. However, the stress and aggravation for me was something that I could not simply ignore.

Mid-morning on my first day back, I summoned Erica and Dana to my office. “Dana, the lack of attention to detail in making my travel plans was unacceptable. It put me in very awkward and frustrating situations several times. This is a core part of your job and while mistakes will happen, I expect much better than this in the future. I have another trip in two weeks and let’s not repeat having to meet like this after that trip.” I looked at Erica who knew where I was leading. I wondered if she had alerted Dana to how this meeting would likely unfold. “Erica, as Dana’s mentor, it was your responsibility to oversee and review her work, so ultimately you are responsible for the shit-show that this trip turned into.”

“Yes, sir,” Erica replied. “I’m very sorry.”

“I know you are and I expect even more sorry after what comes next, right?” I replied. She nodded, then stood and approached my desk. She reached under her skirt and slid her panties to mid-thigh, hiked up her skirt to expose her bottom and bent over my desk. I pointed to a spot behind and to the right of Erica, “Dana, you should stand there while you wait your turn.” Dana stood and moved to the spot as directed, the gasped audibly as I unbuckled my belt. I tapped the doubled heavy strap against Erica’s round cheeks and ordered. “Dana, count these,” before giving Erica’s amazing ass a very hard stroke.

Erica groaned and Dana called out, “One.”

A dozen strokes later, Erica’s bottom was covered in emerging bruises and welts. Dana had a look that was equal parts trepidation and excitement. The two women exchanged places and Dana lowered her slacks and panties. I probably whipped Erica’s bottom once a month or so and it never was any less exciting for me. She was curvaceous and watching her round bottom absorb the strokes never failed to arouse me.

Dana’s figure was almost boyish. She waited, bent over the desk with her taut, slim bottom presented as the target. She took her dozen strokes stoically and it seemed like this was hardly the first time she had submitting to having her ass well-heated.

The two women re-composed their outfits and went back to work. I was conflicted, feeling somewhat compensated for the hassle of the trip yet aroused by the paddling and sexually quite frustrated. A few minutes later, Dana returned and said, “I wanted to further atone for my carelessness in arranging your trip.” I wondered if this was of her own volition or coached by Erica. She opened my pants and stroked my erection, then slunk to her knees. Our eyes were locked much of the time as she worked. She paused as I tensed and then remained still while my cock twitched and emptied into her mouth. She ingested the results and then quipped, “Perhaps I should accompany you on the next trip to iron out any glitches and relieve any tension your may experience.”