As soon as the door was closed, he glared at me. "I have never been so disappointed in you, Robert", John said sternly but quietly. "I'm embarrassed and ashamed for you. You've been doing so well, too." OK, I thought, here comes the lecture. He sat down in his leather chair and curled his finger at me to walk toward him. I was glad he couldn't punish me in the office, he was even angrier than I feared. "We are going to begin your punishment here and now!" What? John would never risk appearing unprofessional at work. Surely he didn't mean... But John's hand was parting my suit coat and unfastening my belt. "But..." I tried to stammer, he cut me off. "It has been several weeks since you were punished, obviously too long, and I don't think we should wait another minute. I am only going to begin this here. The stinging will remind you of what is to come, and of what you've done." As John opened my zipper, my suit slacks fell to the floor. "You WILL be completely silent! If I hear so much as a wince from you, you will regret it many times over." John reached in and yanked down my briefs.
He stood, walked behind me and began moving the neatly placed piles of work on his desk - obviously to make room for my torso. I felt unbelievably silly, standing in an executive office, my manhood and quivering ass hanging out from my very tailored suit. "Bend over the desk and grab the far side." I took the baby steps made necessary by my pants around my ankles, and leaned over the desk. It was glass topped, and I shivered as my flesh came into contact with its icy surface. John neatly folded my suit coat and shirt onto my back to fully expose the target of his discipline. I couldn't believe what was happening. Though spanked many times at home, John had never before administered my punishment at work. Even though he had one of the few private offices, as his position accorded, it was certainly not soundproof.
I watched silently as he walked around the desk to a potted tree directly in front of me. As he broke off a slender branch, I understood. A switch like this would make little enough noise as it sailed through the air. There would be no crack as it sliced my poor ass. As he methodically cleaned the leaves off the switch, the lecture continued. "You WILL learn professional decorum! You know better than to become so emotional in a meeting, especially with executives in attendance. You have set your progress back months with such a display for such a high level audience. It was a great opportunity and you blew it." I was almost crying already, just from remorse - or was it self-pity and anticipation. I'd been working so hard at the corporate ladder, and I really screwed it up. I knew that now, and I knew I deserved what I was about to get... but in the office? How was I going to keep quiet? I had tasted John's discipline enough to know I would soon be reduced to a blubbering baby. "Remember, not one peep! If so much as an eyebrow is raised by noises coming from this office, you will need a week's vacation to recover! Hold on, are your ready?" Of course, I wasn't, but I clinched my teeth hard, held my breath, and faintly nodded.
Swiiiish. Of course, nary a sound could be heard as the branch raced through the air, but OH could it be felt. With all the warning, I was still not prepared for the knife-like pain that crossed my cheeks and I jerked. At home, I could have cried out, but I knew I now had no choice but to buck up and take it like a man. Whiiiippp, whooooosh... 10 quick swipes were setting fire to my ass... And to think this is only a small portion of what waits for me back at the house. My eyes were welling up, and my knuckles were white. "Don't start bawling either! The others will be able to tell. We're half finished for now, so hold on." Half finished! I honestly did not know if I could quietly endure another 10. I could feel the welts begin to rise. Swaaat..., Whaaack..., he was being less rhythmic now. Without a rhythm, how could I prepare and stay quiet? Oh god, help me get through this. Splaaat... Spliiit... With a final X across my raw flesh, he finished.
I knew not to move until told to, so I lay there wishing I could just stay there and not have to face my peers as if nothing had happened. "Please let me go home", I knew I shouldn't have, but I pleaded. Craaaack!!! He let fly with several more... I lost count. John knew if he pushed me any more, he would be forced to grant my wish -- he thought better of it, but I knew tonight would be pure hell. He gently grabbed my arm and pulled me upright. I nearly cried out when my coat fell down onto the welts. As he carefully pulled my briefs up he reached around and lightly kissed my red ass. "You know I only do this for your own good," he almost whispered, "You must learn the proper behavior if you're going to succeed." He gently tucked my shirt meticulously into my pants and finished dressing me. "You know you have more coming, but for now, you must go on about your day." John handed me a tissue, "Straighten up now, or it will be worse tonight." He placed the switch in a desk drawer and locked it... "Just in case I need it later today!" The thought of yet more office torture straightened me up in no time. Despite the pain, I carefully walked back to my cubicle and sat down. I wanted to stand a while, but I couldn't risk seeing anyone, so I gritted my teeth and sat... OOOH that hurt. I quickly looked busy but Paul, in the cube next to me, wouldn't take the hint "What were you called in for?", he asked innocently enough. I kept my back to him, "Oh just a performance review." "How'd it go?", he wouldn't stop. "As well as could be expected, I guess - I have lot's of work to do Paul." "OK, OK - I was just being friendly." Thankfully, he stopped, and I was able to somewhat recover my composure. I finally had to pee so bad that I made the long trek across the floor to the rest room. A few innocently smiled greetings were all I had to muster before reaching the men's room. Thankfully, it was empty so I wet some paper towels and quickly claimed the far stall. The cool towels felt sooo good on my hot, aching flesh. I stood there trying to minimize the damage until the risk of being missed was too great. I spent the rest of the day trying to be productive, but the twinge I felt with every movement reminded me of what was to come. I wanted 5:00 to come and I didn't want 5:00 to come. My heart sank when I thought about it, but I couldn't wait to get away from the office.
Finally John walked in and cheerfully said "Time to call it a day" as if everything were normal. By this time, I just wanted it over with, and I knew better than to think John's pleasant demeanor was anything more than a show for the rest of the staff. We walked to the car in silence... John displaying his usual charm as others walked by. The 20-minute drive home was torturous. John began immediately... "You know you deserve this punishment, don't you?" "Yes Sir" I mumbled. "I want you to clearly articulate to me exactly what you've done and why your punishment should be severe." Oh great! Now we had to re-hash the whole thing, couldn't I just submit and be done with it? But, I knew better so I began... "I lost my temper". "Go on, be specific" John ordered sternly. "I let Dave get to me. He always has a way of pushing my hot buttons, he's always so superior and stubborn", the anger started up in me again. John interjected calmly but firmly, "This isn't about Dave." I knew that... I also knew that if I had any hope for mercy this evening I'd better start proving an awareness of my mistakes. "You're right, sir. When I let him get to me, then HE is in control and I have already lost. I have reduced myself to his level, and made myself into a fool." "Continue... What about this meeting makes it so much worse?" John calmly prodded. "Senior executives were there and, I not only made a fool of myself, but of you and the entire department. I'll never get promoted at this rate!" "You're right", John finally let me off the hook, "That is exactly why you must be trained... to develop your potential." We were pulling into the garage by this time. "You know what to do, Robert. While I change clothes, you get ready!"
Yes... I knew the routine too well by this time. John disappeared upstairs. I was not allowed to change from my business suit. It was part of the humiliation and a reminder of how I was supposed to behave. My heart was in my throat as I moved the straight back armless chair into the middle of the great room. Next, my bedroom for the hairbrush. It is the old fashioned, large, broad type made of wood with a long handle. Second, to the wall in the hallway where the paddle is always hanging on its hook - except of course when it? s to be used on my ass. It's half an inch thick, four inches wide and about 18 inches long plus the handle, light enough for John to get a full hard swing, yet large enough to thoroughly cover my ass with each stroke. {I remember when John made me hang it. It was a few days after my first spanking and he had just used it on me for the first time. I was still crying and standing in the corner. John brought me a hammer and nail, "Come over here and hang this up. Seeing it every day will remind you of what happens when you don? t live up to my expectations." Naked and sniffling, I did as I was told.} Of course, I'm wearing the belt, but John takes that off himself. I set the implements down by the chair right where my face must watch of them during my spanking and proceed to the corner where I must wait quietly like a little boy with my nose pressed in until John is ready. I never know for sure which of these implements he will choose. Sometimes one, sometimes several. I lightly rub my just healing ass through my slacks remembering this morning's introduction. Maybe John will remember too, and go a little easier on me. Maybe...
I stand up straight and quiet when I hear John's footsteps on the stairs. From the corner of my eye, I see him, dressed only in jogging shorts and a T-shirt... MY but he looks so different from his "corporate image." It is still hard for me to believe that this consummate executive-type could transition into such a hunk. The transformation into an executive is exactly what I asked, no begged, John to teach me. The corporate ladder is so difficult to climb these days and John is wonderful to mentor me this way. Appearance notwithstanding, John will now proceed to impress upon me the importance of professionalism in the office... a lesson I won't soon forget. I'll promise to... ...no I WILL do better next time! John's sympathetic but stern voice breaks my concentration. "All right", as he sits in the chair, "Go hang up your coat." I do as I'm told while he continues, "You know I'm sorry you've forced me to spank you. In one immature outburst, you have wiped out months of wonderful effort and preparation. I had hoped to give you the promotion within six months, but now - to repair the damage you've done today will take at least twice that long. Before I can convince the Executive Vice President to sign the papers it may be two years." "I know, sir. I'm truly sorry", I say in the meekest, humblest and most sincere voice possible. "Come here", John points to the floor at the right side of his waiting lap. Like a machine, I move as if in a trance to his side. No further words are necessary, John unbuckles my belt and pulls it firmly from my slacks. I ABHOR that slapping sound as the belt makes it's way through the loops - it is such a foreshadowing. The trouser clasp and zipper are next, then he reaches inside to search for the flap button. He finds it, and I shiver from the draft as my slacks drop. I always hate this part... I am, of course, perfectly capable of baring my ass and assuming the position, but John insists on the psychological torture and utter humiliation imposed by undressing me at his own pace. I am in his complete control. Slowly, his hands slide under my dress shirt and up my underpants as he feels for the waistband. My entire body is acutely aware of my increasing pulse rate as his fingers tug at the elastic, slowly exposing my quivering ass and then my slightly thickened _c_o_c_k_. Spankings used to be mildly erotic for me. Since coming under John's wing, however, I understand the true meaning of discipline. 'Spanking' has become a word that means punishment and pain... NOT pleasure. What is about to happen is no _s_e_x_ game. The gentle preparations are suddenly broken as John almost throws me across his lap. "_d_a_m_n_ IT! Why did you do it?!?!?" he screams at me. His anger has clearly returned. It's as if he were replaying the transgression so he has emotion to vent on me. All I can do is whimper as he begins the spanking with his ample, solid hand. Whap Whap Whap Whap... The slaps are quick, rhythmic, stinging and HARD. "You deserve this and you know it!" "Yes Sir!", I agree quickly as the swats continue. I used to count the blows to myself as a diversion, but the numbers got so high they depressed me. Now I try to concentrate on maintaining some semblance of dignity. John stops suddenly and arranges my body more to his liking. My already reddening butt is now an apex to the angle of my body. "Hand me the brush", he orders. My hand brushes against the belt he placed on the pile as I reach down and pick up the wooden hairbrush. As I hand it to him, he grabs my wrist and thrusts it into the small of my back to hold it. The hard wooden brush back covers an entire ass cheek with each spank. Splat Whack Splat Splat Thwack... My moaning is becoming more audible with each blow. Why DID I do it?!?!? Oh how I wish I could answer that question. Maybe if I could, I would understand how to control myself, straighten up and behave like John is trying so hard to teach me. OOOh Smaaak OOOW Splaaat OOOuch... John sets the brush down finally, "Now hand me the paddle." He still has my right arm pinned, so I use my left hand to comply. He quickly pins it down so that my only balance is my weight over his knees. I am like a teeter-totter and am completely powerless. The warm-up is over and the paddle is the most painful yet. My body is forced into John's lap with each heavy blow. John is meticulous about covering EVERY pore of my burning ass properly. My eyes are dripping tears by now and I'm near sobbing. The noise I had to hold back this morning, and tried to hold back tonight, could be held back no longer. "Pleeeeeeease" I cried. "I've learned my lesson, I promise to be good" Whiiip Whaaap Whiiing Shlaapp.... I knew my pleading was useless. I was crying like a baby, fully submissive and remorseful when he finally stopped.
I laid there, limp and sobbing. John typically contemplated his work
for a while... He had to be sure I had suffered sufficiently for my
sins. I expected him to dismiss me to the corner, at last. He had
already been a harsher than usual... PLUS this morning! "Stand up", he
mandated. This was not the kindly paternalistic tone of voice he
normally used when finished. I immediately backed off his thighs and
stood at attention. My heart dropped and my voice trembled as he
picked up the belt still laying on the floor at his feet. I began
crying harder, I couldn't help myself. "Oh please" I almost whispered
through the tears. "Please, please, pleeeeeease no", I wasn't really
saying the words, but whimpering them - louder and more desperate as I
saw the look in John's eyes. "Normally" he began as he rose from the
chair, "I would end it here. I must, however, make the punishment fit
the crime." He was pacing as he fondled the belt, "I will impress upon
you just how serious a mistake you made today, in the only way that
seems to have lasting effect." How could he think I needed more?!? As
a reflexive diversion, I think, I suddenly envisioned the others at
work. I nearly grinned at the thought of Paul seeing THIS performance
review. Here I was, standing with my slacks at my ankles, my
underpants at my knees, my red ass almost glowing from beneath my
shirt tails, my face streaked with tears and my breath gasping. Very
deliberately, John now turned to face me. He bent slightly forward and
put his left arm around my back circling my waist. With his forearm
now at my abdomen, he squeezed his arm tightly, securing me against
his left side and forcing me to bend about halfway over at the
waist. This was something new. John always spanked me OTK. My already
blistered ass was now a perfect target for the fullest possible swing
of John? s right arm. I couldn't bear the anticipation, I still
couldn't believe what was happening. I didn't have to wait long... I
was still whimpering pleas for mercy when without a word, without
warning or time to prepare, I was shocked by the strap's harsh bite. I
had never really stopped crying, but now I screamed. "AAUUUUGGGHHH"
as it cut me again. "PLEEEEEEEASE", I had lost all control and was
trying to move to avoid the blows but John? s grip held me firm. All I
was really doing was annoying John even further by making him work to
hold my ass in place. "Hold Still!" he yelled - SPLAAT
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE", I was nearly convulsive with sobs by now. The
belt striped my ass over and over until I thought he'd never
stop. SLAAPPP... "Do you understand EXACTLY what you did?" "Oh
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