I arrived at work on Thursday morning expecting to see the conference room credenza stocked with coffee, water, pastries and such for the client group that was to arrive at nine. My admin, Monica, and her assistant, Ellie, were nowhere to be found. I messaged a colleague and begged for his admin, Cherie, to make a quick run to grab a modicum of coffee and other refreshments. She was amazingly quick and arrived only a few minutes after the clients and laid-out the provisions. The clients were really unaware of the small hiccup in timing but the last-minute chaos was quite stressful for me. Fortunately, the rest of the meeting went off without incident and the clients were pleased with the progress we outlined in our presentations.

The next morning, Monica and Ellie were back in the office. They had both been at a training session for new program management software and had completely forgotten about their commitment to outfit meeting. I call them into my office for some stern words and with the intent to follow the scolding with some old-fashioned discipline. Monica was no stranger to my methods and figured she had clued-in Ellie about what might occur.

“You two had promised to handle prep for yesterday’s meeting. While I understand the importance of the training session, you had committed to the client meeting first and left me I quite an awkward situation,” I chided.

“Yes, sir,” Monica replied. “We’re really sorry. It’s my fault for double booking us and loosing track of our previous obligation to support the meeting. Ellie was really innocent here.”

“I appreciate you taking ownership of the error but the meeting has been on the calendar for weeks. Ellie needs to learn about juggling priorities and finding back-up when there are competing needs,” I countered. “Both of you are responsible here and both need to be held accountable.”

Monica clearly knew what came next and Ellie seemed to sense the direction, too. “Monica, you’re going to go first and provide an example for your protege,” I announced. “You’re both due ten swats today,” I added, taking my paddle from where it hung on a hook in my cabinet. I had made the original several years ago for more recreational spanking and then created this copy for occasional use on the bottoms of staff when their behavior and/or attitude needed adjustment.

“Do the usual barter terms apply,” Monica asked.

I nodded, “Yes, but I can only accommodate one trade per day.” Monica leaned close to Ellie and whispered in her ear. Ellie whispered back and Monica nodded. She stood and whispered their proposal to me. “That will work,” I replied.

Monica approached my desk and lowered her slacks and panties. She bent over my desk and I tapped the oak against her bare cheeks. Five hard swats created the beginnings of a bullseye bruise on each cheek. She pulled-up her clothes and Ellie moved into position, baring her bottom, as well. She stoically took her five swats and then both women pulled off their tops and doffed their bras before kneeling beside my desk. I opened my pants and Monica started hungrily. After stroking and sucking for about half a minute she gave me to Ellie who continued with amazing enthusiasm.

They traded back and forth numerous times - I actually lost count. I felt myself nearing climax and groaned, “I’m close.” They now tagged-teamed me, one on either side of my cock until it twitched. Monica caught the first stream on her forehead and then Ellie directed the next onto her face. When I was empty, their faces, necks and breasts displayed a chaotic pattern of rivulets of semen that they then licked from each other.

As they were getting dressed, Ellie grinned and asked, “Maybe if I’m naughty again I can get all ten swats and a mouth full of cum?”