I just read an interesting one in a book titled The Reunion which is the Marketplace series by Laura Antoniou.
This is an exchange between a majordomo and a butler in training. She was disciplined by a hand spanking over the knee, bare bottomed by a visiting majordomo.
From her position on the floor, she took a deep breath and said, "I thought you should know all of this, sir."
"Thank you," Blake said. "However, it was not necessary, as Mr. Parker does have disciplinary rights, and indeed, seems rather pleased with you by all accounts. Therefore,you have related this to me for what reason?"
"I ---I am having difficulty concentrating, sir," MacKensie whispered. "I am distracted by these events."
Blake didn't smile. "How so?"
"I--" MacKensie blushed again, and brought herself out of sitting cross-legged and onto her knees. "I'm aroused, sir. Terribly aroused!" She shuddered as she admitted it, and hung her head. "I've been like this all day! All I can think of is -- the shame --and--and--his touch, and --his voice, and how it all felt, and how it must have seemed!"
Blake sighed and patted her shoulder. "Good for you, MacKensie. Shows you're our kind of people, now doesn't it?"
But sir, I was being punished!" She brought her head up, and her eyes were wide and slightly glistening with tears."Should I feel wretched?"
Blake shrugged. "In a way, you do, don't you? he asked gently. "I wouldn't be concerned, MacKensie. This is not your normal reaction to discipline, and you must be aware that Mr. Parker did not intend to make you dwell upon your faults as much as he wished to make another sort of impression. Be glad that your reactions remain strongly positive for such behavior and rest easy."
"But---I can't," she said softly. "I can;t rest at all. Mr. Blake, I know the rules, and I know I can ask this of you. Please..." She swallowed and took a deep breath. "Please allow me...release."
"I see," Blake murmured. He stood up, and slide his feet into his slippers. She rose with him, and as he thought about her request, she assumed a formal hands behind the back posture.
"You may," he said, catching the combination of relief and embarrassment in her eyes. "However. You may not masturbate by yourself, Miss MacKensie. Since you chose to tell me these events, then I require that you share them with someone else before you are permitted to act upon these feelings of arousal in any way. Therefore, you will find this other person, staff, client or guest ---and you will related to them the reason for your distress, and if they are amenable, you shall be permitted to perform for them at their pleasure." MacKensie's eyes widened again, and a little cough of surprise escaped her.
"And miss MacKensie," Blake continued. "the person you Choose must me willing to report to me what transpired. Is this all quite clear?"
She cleared her throat. "Quite clear, Mr. Blake," she said.
"Then you are dismissed, MacKensie. Do find some way to get some sleep. Perhaps a cold shower will help."
"Yes, sir, thank you sir. Good night, Mr. Blake."
She left in a daze....