Joni noticed him in the produce section. Seeing him prompted vivid memories and a visceral response. She debated about approaching him and finally conquered her nerves and walked towards him. “Mr Talbot, Hi! It’s me, Joni. Joni Ferguson,” she announced nervously. He appeared taken aback for a moment but then recognized her. She sensed his recognition and perhaps he was recalling the last time they were in close proximity like this.

“Hey, Joni,” he replied. “Do you live here now?”

“Yeah, took a new job here a couple of months ago. How about you?” she replied.

“I left the public school gig a year or so ago and moved here to run the corporate training program for Acme,” he explained. 

“Cool,” Joni replied, then added, “Well, see you around.” She turned to continue her shopping and not wanting to invade his privacy any more than she had. She was also quite aroused by the thoughts swirling in her head and wanted to disengage before her physical reaction was too obvious.

“Nice seeing you,” he called as she walked on.

They shopped at about the same pace, intersecting a few more times in the aisles and then checking-out in adjacent lanes. They walked out the door towards their respective cars that were coincidentally parked near each other. Joni summoned the courage to ask something that had been nagging her throughout the store. “Mr Talbot…” she began.

“Nick,” he interjected. 

“Nick,” Joni restarted, “When you were vice principal one of your jobs was ‘behavior modification’” She air quoted the euphemism of his disciplinarian role. “I’ve had a really hard time focusing at work lately and could use that sort of corrective action to get me back on-track. Is that something you still do?”

He smiled broadly at her oblique reference to his former role and the literal impact he had previous had on her behavioral issues. “It is,” he answered. “We should talk more about what you need and how I can help,” he added then looked at his watch. “However, I’ve gotta run now to make another commitment. Let’s talk later.” Joni nodded eagerly. “What phone do you have,” he asked. She pulled her iPhone out and he tapped a few times on his and she got a notification of an incoming contact that she accepted. “Call me anytime after three,” he suggested, then packed his groceries into his car and rolled away.

Joni got home fairly quickly. It was a work-from-home day for her and she had taken a break to get the grocery shopping done at mid-day when the store was not very busy. 

She reflected on meeting the former vice principal and the last interaction she had with him back in high school. It had been spring of her senior year and she had a raging case of senioritis. She had neglected studying for the history midterm take-home and begged her friend, Jasmine, to let her copy a few of the answers. Jasmine had expected Joni to at least reword the text and was stunned when called into the vice principal’s office to find Joni already there and Mr Talbot accusing her of a serious honor code violation - cheating. To her credit, Joni accepted full responsibility and Mr Talbot summoned his administrative assistant, Miss Burton, into his office to formally observe the punishment. He had Jasmine remain to witness, as well. Mr Talbot announced the obvious options for honor code violations - well known to all students in the school. 

One option was a two week suspension but since it was the spring semester of Joni’s senior year, missing two weeks of school meant she would likely not graduate. The other option was to accept corporal punishment with a second choice of either a dozen swats over the student’s clothing or six on the bare. Joni figured the thin slacks she was wearing would provide minimal cushion so opted for six. She nervously lowered her slacks and panties and bent forward as instructed by Miss Burton. 

Mr Talbot tapped the paddle against her exposed cheeks and gave her a very hard swat, causing her to rock forward on her toes. Then, as she rocked back into place, the paddle met her bare bottom again and so it went four more times. She glanced back at Miss Burton who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the show. Mr Talbot had an expression of job-well-done and perhaps a bulge in his pants? She gingerly covered her throbbing ass and noted the horrified look on Jasmine’s face, realizing that she had narrowly escaped a similar fate.

Now, Joni actually sought the sensation of a sore bottom to help motivate her from the procrastination and work lethargy she was feeling.

Nick got home just a few minutes before his noon client, Gail, arrived. Gail had a high-pressure, C-suite job and craved a bit of time to play a more submissive role. She particularly sought consequences for a few 'vices' like driving a bit too fast, bad language and sometimes being less than polite to people she cared about. Nick had crafted an accountability system for her and every two weeks they met and reviewed the results. There was a maintenance phase to every visit - she never left unspanked but many times her biweekly behavior resulted in a very sore and well-marked bottom. Today was one of the latter. When she departed a couple hours after arrival her ass and sex throbbed with the vigorous attention each had received. 

Nick was particularly satisfied with the results and poured himself an iced tea wondering if Joni would actually call or perhaps have thought better of it later and would ghost him. But then, at exactly three, Joni called. After a bit of small talk, Nick addressed the elephant in the room, "So you said you need some help with focus and such at work. Any other behaviors that might need correction?"

There was a pause. "A bunch of little things, general follow-through, keeping a positive attitude, being responsive to friends and family, driving safely," Joni admitted.

"That's quite a list," Nick replied with a chuckle, "But I'm thinking I can help. There are a few things about my disciplinary services you should know. First, unlike you experienced before there is no option to retain coverage - bare bottom only. Second, this will be a longer, more extended session - not just six swats and you're done. I'll likely start over my knee with my hand, progress to something more intense like a hairbrush and finish with a dose of paddle or strap. There will be interludes to cool and recover but expect the session to last no less than an hour. Finally, I encourage - but do not require - sexual favors at the conclusion."

"Sexual favors?" Joni asked. She was not resistant to the idea but it was an unexpected twist.

"Totally up to you," Nick noted. 

"When could we meet?" Joni asked. 

Nick was a bit surprised at her enthusiasm, "How 'bout this evening? At seven?" She agreed and he gave her the address. He hung up and pondered the curious situation. Joni would be the first client who'd he'd spanked first in his former role and now as free-lance disciplinarian.

Joni texted a few minutes later, ‘Typical work attire?’

Nick answer, ‘Perfect’. He mused whether she would be in slacks or a skirt. Probably not something too casual. He chose his home office as the location for the scene and set his favorite hairbrush and a homemade paddle on the desk. It was the same one he had hewn as a new vice principal and smile at the thought it had already contacted Joni’s bare bottom before. He ran a finger along his belt, confirming he was wearing the heavy Filson bridle leather one that had striped so many proffered bottoms.

Joni arrived promptly in a skirt and blouse. Nick led her to the room and had her take a seat in a hard wooden chair. He scolded her briefly for her recent unprofessional conduct and pronounced, “You deserve stern consequences for your behavior. Stand up.” She stood and he took a seat in the chair, led her to his right side and guide her across his lap. I lifted the back of her skirt and began to tug down her brief-style panties. They were thin and provide nearly not cushioning but he was a traditionalist and wanted a completely blank canvas. She lifted her hips slightly to assist their removal. He began to spank with this hand, fairly hard and brisk for a bit, then paused to caress and let her bottom cool.

He was diligent to cover the entire ’spankable’ surface. For other more familiar clients, the interludes might devolve into increasingly ardent fingering but for Joni he would defer that fun for now. When her bottom was warm and glowing, he reached over to the desk and picked-up the brush. Joni’s right hand came back, not so much to fend-off the swat but to hold his left hand that gently pressed on her lower back. He resumed the punishment but now with the added intensity of wood on skin, continuing the cycles of heating and cooling until he was satisfied with the level of light bruising that was emerging.

“Ok, Joni,” he said helping her to her feet. “Bend over the desk and grasp hold of the other side. If you move out of position, that swat will not count. Your quota today is twenty-four swats but you can reduce that by half if you provide a suitably satisfying finish for me.”

Joni hobbled to the desk, “Twelve, please. Is that the same paddle?”

“Yep,” Nick replied as he tapped the oak plank against Joni’s already sore cheeks. “Count these.”

About a minute later, Joni yelled, “Twelve!”

Nick asked “What’s your choice?”

“Take me like this,” she replied and smiled as she heard him unzip. She felt his cock press against her sex and then enter her easily. He thrust and rocked energetically for a few minutes but then felt him withdraw. She was wondering if somehow she had been inadequate but then heard him groan and felt the hot, strings of semen fall on her seared ass cheeks. He pulled up her panties over the mess he had created, showing wet streaks in the fabric.

She stood and her skirt fell into place. She turned and gave him a kiss, her hand taking hold of his still-twitching cock. “Same time next week?” she asked.

“That works and you can always ping me before hand if you need a mid-week tune-up,” he answered.