So, here Stephen was, sitting outside the office of his boss. 'How did I even let things go this far?' He thought to himself. Stephen had just started in this new position a couple of months ago. He came with lots of experience and, what he realized now, he'd also come with a major attitude problem. He thought he knew everything. That his boss was tall and more virile than he did nothing to help. Stephen realized that he'd come on like a total ass. Mr. Bradley had tried to correct him in a subtle way several times, only Stephen was too pigheaded to realize just how forgiving he had been or to take anything to heart.
Robert, Mr. Bradley 's secretary, told Stephen to go in. He entered the office silently.
"Have a seat, Stephen."
"Thank you, Mr. Bradley." He said trying to be more meek than his usual bratty demeanor.
"You know, Stephen, when you first came on here I thought that you'd bring your experience and maturity to build up our team effort. BUT... I feel that you just haven't gotten the team spirit to work here. I've tried to make allowances. Yes, I sure that you find it grating to be under a stronger man, but regardless... I am still your boss.
"Please, Mr. Bradley..." Stephen pleaded, "...I really need this job. I mean where can I go....? It's the other better disciplined guys who are finding all the work. What's left? Slinging hamburgers at MacDonalds? Can't you just give me another chance...? I'll do anything, ...anything you say."
"Hmmmm... If you had only had given me this attitude sooner."
"PLEASE...?!" and Stephen began to cry. "My life has been falling apart lately. I couldn't help myself. Just tell me what I can do, anything I can do to keep my job." Stephen said through his tears.
"Do you admit you've been acting like a spoiled five-year old?"
"Yes."
"And that you're bratty behavior has been intolerable...?"
"Yes."
"I beg your pardon...? How did you address me...?"
"Uh... yes.... sir..."
"Indeed... you will give me the proper respect that is reserved for a father."
"Yes, sir."
"And what does the father do... who has a spoiled five-year old, who doesn't listen have to him?"
"I... I don't know, sir..."
"What do you THINK he does...?"
"Well, I... I guess he punishes him...?"
"Yes, he does. And what do I need to do to you?"
"You... You have to punish me, I guess..."
"Yes, I do. Now, I'll give you a choice. You can lose your job, which is one punishment, or... you can be punished like a five-year old."
Was Mr. Bradley suggesting what Stephen thought? No, he couldn't mean that.
"I didn't mean to be bad, sir..."
"That's where discipline comes in, Stephen...to make sure you learn not to do that again."
Nervously, Stephen answered: "Okay..."
Stephen could not afford to be without funds right now, and the thought of being unemployed was not his idea of a solution at the moment. Mr. Bradley had him over a barrel, and he knew it. He had best do what he was told, and here was a way to keep his job. Stephen's mind considered and quickly decided. "Like a five-year old. I should be punished like a five year old." And Stephen then hung his head in shame.
"That's right." Mr. Bradley agreed. "Do you promise to obey me from now on?"
"Yes."
"I mean obey me whatever I tell you?
"Yes, Mr. Bradley."
"Okay, then Stephen, drop your pants."
Stephen couldn't believe his ears.
"Really...?"
"Really."
As Stephen unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and lowered the top of his trousers, Mr. Bradley came from around from his desk to sit on one of the side chairs. Stephen then dropped his crisply pressed trousers all the way down to his ankles. "I've dropped them, sir."
Mr. Bradley took a long lingering look at Stephen, standing there with his pants down.
"Stephen, I'm surprised at you. You're still are wear briefs. Briefs are for babies. You're not a baby, are you?"
"No, Sir."
Stephen could feel Mr. Bradley's disapproval as his vision burned a hole in Stephen's underwear.
"Well, we'll talk about that in a little while. Okay, drop the briefs too, and get over my knee."
No. Stephen couldn't have heard that. Mr. Bradley couldn't actually mean to be preparing Stephen for a bare-assed spanking.
"Sir..." He said as his penis began lengthening. "You don't actually mean to spank me... do you?
"I certainly do.... now bend that nicely rounded backside over this knee."
Stephen felt a deep blush growing on his face. "I... I....."
"Now, you and I both know that this is the only way that bad little boys will ever learn."
"But..."
"That's right... it's you BUTT that's gonna do a lot of learning today."
"Is there no other way, sir...?"
"I'm afraid not.... not if you wanna keep your job!"
Mr. Bradley sat on a large chair. His strong muscular lap was awaiting Stephen to cross it.
Stephen took a deep gulp.
"I DO want to keep my job, sir."
"Well, bad boys have got to expect to get their bare bottoms tanned when they misbehave..."
"Can't I promise never to do it again...?"
"Stephen...you're wasting valuable time... Do you want to lose your job, or do you want a spanking?"
Difficult as it was to say, Stephen answered: "A spanking, sir..."
"Over my knee..." Mr. Bradley proclaimed. And Stephen obeyed.
Stephen lay widely placed over his boss's knee, his butt covered inside white briefs were way up in the air. But Mr. Bradley grabbed the waistband of those white briefs and yanked them down quickly to Stephen's sudden surprise.
"Mr. Bradley!" Stephen yelped as his bare ass was thrown into the cool air of day.
"I'm afraid, only a bare-assed spanking will do for you, pal...!"
"But..."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The boss started to royally warm up Stephen's plump little ass. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
How red his cheeks became!
Stephen tried to take it like a man, though the sting got worse with each swat. Yet as the pain increased, so did Stephen's throbbing _c_o_c_k_. No doubt about it, Stephen was getting a full fledged erection!
Every part of Stephen's scret world was now exposed to his boss. His puckering asshole grew moist as his bare butt was slapped again and again. Stephen actually wished something were being inserted up that slippery channel... but he kept that to himself as he endured the rest of his ass whipping.
"Have you learned your lesson, Stephen?"
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Bradley 's hand lingered on Stephen's sweet cheeks, almost caressingly. "Okay, you can get up now. What's this? You've got a raging hard-on... and you've spewed pre-cum all over my lap! Hmmmm... Looks like the bad little boy likes his punishment."
A heavily blushing Stephen, reached down to pull up his underwear and pants.
"Did I say you could do that?"
"No, sir." And Stephen let them fall back around his ankles.
"Stephen, we are going to try to make you a real part of the team here.
"Yes, sir..."
"First thing, you need to get rid of those briefs. I expect my boys to wear only boxers to the office. And you may have noticed that they all wear athletic shirts too. Now get out of those briefs."
"What?"
"Hand them over... and never wear them again."
Stephen stepped out of his pants and underwear. "We'll be having trouser checks on a regular basis."
Mr. Bradley threw the slightly moist briefs into the waste basket.
"And I noticed that your socks are droopy. Can't have that. You will start wearing garters also. Here's a pair till you get some of your own. Now get dressed and I want to see you here first thing tomorrow morning for a full inspection."