It was a Wednesday morning and I had only been at my desk a few minutes when I got an email from Evelyn, the head of HR, requesting my presence in her office. Invitations like this were never about something good but I was completely unprepared to see Christine sitting in one of the two visitor chairs facing Evelyn’s desk. “Come in,” Evelyn began, “You know Christine.”

She emphasized the word ‘know’ suggestively. Christine was not only worked in my group but we had developed what I thought was a mutually desirable friends-with-benefits connection. So, in fact, I did ‘know’ Christine very well. Evelyn continued, “One of your other directs complained that they felt they were not fairly considered for promotion and reported they knew about your affair and asserted it had skewed your objectivity. I have confronted Christine about the allegations and she admitted you two have been intimate, including several hook-ups here at the office.”

I tried to remain calm. Despite our attempts to be discrete, we had been caught - not only fraternizing but now episodes in my office had been revealed. “I have disciplined Christine for her lack of judgement and now it is your turn to face the consequences of your actions,” Evelyn scolded. “You, as a manager with the company, definitely know better than engaging in a personal, intimate relationship with a subordinate. As a result, your punishment will be correspondingly more severe. In addition, Christine - as a victim of your malfeasance - will observe and even participate in dispensing the disciplinary actions.”

“Disciplinary actions?” I asked.

“Christine, why don’t you show your boss a small taste of the results he can expect,” Evelyn suggested. Christine stood and hiked up her skirt and lowered her panties. She had a world-class backside but now her round cheeks were colorfully well-spanked. Evelyn came around her desk and prompted me to stand. She undid my belt and pants and quickly I was bare below the waist. She guided me over her lap and began to spank. I felt myself growing hard, my erection nestled between her thighs. After a few minutes, she asked Christine, “Please hand me the brush.” Christine retrieved a hairbrush from a drawer in Evelyn’s desk and continued the spanking now with the benefit of leverage and weight of the wooden brush smacking my bare ass. After what seemed an eternity, she paused and inspected the results. “Is my message being understood?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. She whacked my right cheek with five very hard strikes and then repeated a series on my left.

“I hope so,” she declared, repeating the focused volleys on each cheek twice more. She prompted me to stand and I noted a few wet spots of pre-cum on her skirt. I was not sure she realized the marks I left and I began to pull-up my pants. “Not so fast,” she chided, blocking my move and then pulling my belt free. “Bend over the desk,” she ordered. She doubled the belt and tapped it against my very well-seared cheeks. “Count these,” she ordered and gave me a hard stroke.

“One,” I groaned. She delivered six and the handed the belt to Christine who applied a half-dozen, too.

The two paused to inspect the condition of my throbbing and - I imagined - very colorful ass. Apparently, they were not yet satisfied with the outcome so each applied another half-dozen before declaring the session concluded. Evelyn warned, “Behave yourself or face an even harsher session with my sorority paddle.”

Back in my office, I raised my desk to the stand height as sitting was going to be far too uncomfortable. Getting any actual work done was difficult as I replayed the punishment over and over in my head. I also fantasized about being able to observe Christine’s marvelous bottom getting spanked. Before I realized it, the office was quiet as most everyone had left. The late afternoon sun coming in my office door was suddenly occluded and I looked up to see Christine standing in my doorway. “How’s your ass?” she asked.

“Throbbing,” I replied. “Yours?”

“Same,” she noted. “I kinda wish you had been able to watch my spanking.”

“I’ve been thinking about that all day,” I replied.

“I can only imagine the kind of reaction that might cause,” Christine teased. “Mind if I confirm my suspicions?” I nodded and she closed the door, turned the lock and knelt before me. “Just as I thought,” she said, looking up at me with plaintive eyes as her hand kneaded my stiffening penis. A few minutes later, I grunted and emptied into her mouth. Her hands each tightly gripped a sore cheek as she extracted every last drop from me. “Let’s get back to my place, get some wine, get naked and give Evelyn a good excuse for give us both another spanking,” Christine suggested.