The phone rang. It was Jim, Director of Marketing, asking me if I had finished my report.
"I'm just printing it now. I'll bring it by your office in a few minutes."
Jim responded, "OK, but let's hurry up. It's nearly 8 o'clock and I want to get home."
Although I didn't report directly to Jim, he oversaw the entire marketing and product marketing teams. I had been in his group for nearly 1/2 a year and Jim had given me the opportunity even though I lacked both experiance and industry knowledge. Although Jim and my manager Bob were helpful, it was strictly OTJ -- on the job training.
I was working on a competitive analysis for our key product. I had told Jim it would be completed nearly a week ago and he was getting antsy. He questioned me morning and afternoon about it's completion and I kept telling him that it was nearly complete. This morning, I had told him I would be finished today.
This was the first project I had been personally assigned without any other team members. I had absolutely no idea how to research the competitors, what product features to compare or even what the format should be of my report. Both Jim and Bob had asked me numerous times if I needed any assistance, and I turned them down each time. This past week I had realized that my report was gonna be anything but brilliant, it had become obvious that I was in over my head.
Even though I had only been in this department for the better part of 6 month's, I had been employed with the company of over 3 years. Jim and I had become pretty good friends outside of the office. During lunch, we often played basketball and after office hours with other co-workers, we hung out at the local bar for a beer or two. We were close in age, he was only 3 years older and similar in physical appearance -- both about 6 feet tall and weighed between 160 and 170. I had invited him and his wife to my wedding this past year. I never abused our friendship and during office hours, it was clearly an employee/manager relationship. As a matter of fact, on my last review, he had nearly put me on probation. He had said that my work was suffering -- that I wasn't spending enough time learning the products or industry I was assigned. Later that night after the review while the two of us had a beer, he said that he would help me.
This report was to be my shining night. It was to prove to him and the group VP that I was the right person for the job and that my probation should be lifted.
Although the report lacked content, I included numerous charts, graphs and other information not pertinent to the report.
I knocked on his office door. "Jim, I have the report. Want me to leave it in your in-box?"
"Hey there Brian. No. I promised Pat (VP) I would have this to him tomorrow. Let me review it then you can make additional copies and distribute them."
I walked in, handed him the report and sat down. Jim took the report and began walking back and forth behind his desk while he read the report. I could see in his eye's that he was not happy. On a couple of occastions I saw clench his teeth and slowly nod his head back and forth.
"'Oh, boy," Brian thought, 'I'm in for it now!'
I could see that Jim was getting upset. He turned page after page and his appearance went from confused to pissed off. He took the report and threw it on his desk in disgust. He turned with his back to me and looked out his window. I sat there not sure what I should say.
"Jim." I said. "I spent alot of time working on this report."
Jim raised his voice "I can't give this to Pat! It's very weak in content and besides I'll get reamed for it as well. What have you been doing the past few weeks? Why didn't you come to us for help?"
"I thought everything was going ok."
"Brian... I know we are friends and I don't want to say this, but I think you are in over your head. I'm sure Pat is going to recommend that you be transferred back to customer support (which was the worst job in the or maybe even terminated."
Holy _s_h_i_t_! I looked at Jim in disbelief. His back was still to me as he was still staring outside.
"Jim, you know how much I need this job. I just got married and bought a house."
"I know you did." He said as he turned to me.
"What if I work all night and have it ready for your review tomorrow morning... tell me where I can improve."
Jim started getting furious again and screamed; "Why didn't you let us help you when we asked? Isn't it kind of late now?"
That caught me off guard. "I know, Iknow, I'm sorry. I'll do whatever I can to get the job done."
Jim glared over at me. He took his hand and started rubbing his chin slowly. "Well, I'll tell you what. You have a few choices and it's up to you to make a decision and live my it."
"I'll do anything as long as I'm not fired. Please, you've gotta help me Jim."
"You've got to understand that what you did was wrong and when you make mistakes, you have to pay for them. It's obvious one of those choices is that Pat may ask me to fire you. The other choice is that you work all night and get this report into something that will be acceptable. Of course that means I'll have to help you."
I started to smile, "Jim, I told you, I'll do whatever it takes. I really appreciate this and thanks for helping me."
"Wait a minute. You still have to understand what you did was wrong and there are repercussions to what you did. My night is shot and you should have realized that you needed help all along."
"You are absolutely right Jim and I'll never let this happen again. I'll definately re-pay you back for all of your help."
"You don't need to re-pay me. But there is something else."
"Sure Jim, whatever you want." I said curiously.
"Well, growing up my father was a very fair, but stern man. He used to help me whenever I needed it, but if I screwed up and hadn't asked for his help, well, he would give me a reminder every so often.
I was really uneasy at Jim's words. What do he mean by a reminder? It was quiet for a moment. Jim was sitting at his desk with his hands folded and his face resting on top of them. He looked at me and I looked down at the floor. I was still trying to understand what he meant by that.
"I had certainly had my share of butt-blistering during my life, all of them from my dad when I deserved them. You need to be reminded that I'm here to help you and if you don't ask for my help and you screw up then I need to give you something that will serve as a reminder." said Jim.
It was quiet again. What was Jim telling me? Butt-blistering - why would he tell me about his father spanking him? We just stared at eachother for a moment while I tried to understand this discussion.
Finally, the silence was broken. Jim stood up and picked up his chair and moved it to the center of his office. I watched him, but still didn't understand what his intentions were. He looked over at me and said, "the something from my father that was a reminder to me was an over-the-knee spanking."
I looked at Jim in disbelief and shock. What the hell was he talking about? I was 28 years old and had never been spanked once in all of my life. Heck the only thing I knew about a spanking was that I had seen my friend spanked on a couple of occasions when I was younger, but it was quick and didn't seem to be too painful. His father had swatted his butt 15 times or so and it was always on his pants.
Jim sat down. He looked over at me and said, "By the way, you will need to lower your pants to your ankles - better yet, just take them off."
I was shocked at thos words! But how could a 28 year old, about to get his bottom blistered for the first time in his life, NOT feel terribly embarrassed and uncomfortable at the thought that I might soon be screaming and crying like a little baby!
Jim sat there and looked at me and said sternly, "Now."
I still was flabbergasted by these comments. I was trying to understand everything that was said in the past 5 minutes. Jim wanted me to drop my pants, lay across his knees and be spanked like a 10 year old???
"But Jim, I'm 28 years old and your not my father." I said.
Jim looked over at me and said, "Like I said earlier, you have two choices, either hand this report in as is and take Pat's consequences, which may be your job or be spanked by me and take it like a man and then I'll help you finish the report tonight."
"And your really gonna let me have it?" I asked still in disbelief.
"Sure it's humiliating to you, but in your heart you know it's for your own good." said Jim.
I had been standing in front of Jim, hands behind my back listening to him as he layed out the rules. I was now bent over taking off my shoes. Setting them neatly to the side I stood and unfastened my belt, unbuttoned my dress pants and unzipped them. I looked at Jim, he motioned with his finger down and lay them on my shoes. I took them off and folded them neatly and placed it on top of the shoes as had been directed me. I was standing in my socks, white cotton Hanes briefs and a dress shirt.
I looked at Jim imploringly as I stood there in my white briefs, vainly hoping that he would spare me the indignity of getting an over the knee spanking.
"Come on Brian. Over my lap. Let's get started. "
As I turned around, walking toward Jim seated in the chair, I was mortified with humiliation. I kept my eyes down towards the floor. I placed myself over his lap. Jim shifted my weight carefully. He positioned me across his knee making sure that my bottom was upturned and that my legs were not touching the floor. He seemed to be taking his time getting my butt in just the right position for the spanking. I felt totally awkward yet the position I was in, I was totally at his mercy.
"Now the only rule I have during the spanking is no trying to cover your backside. You can hold onto the chair leg if necessary but never interrupt me during the spanking."
Then Jim didn't say a word. He started spanking my ass, alternating cheeks with each swat. I was hoping my briefs would neutralize some of the pain - they didn't.
SMACK! The first spank landed on my upturned bottom. I jerked in surprise.
SMACK! SMACK! The second and third landed just as hard. I vowed to myself that I wouldn't scream no matter how much it hurt. The spanking continued, it seemed that Jim brought his hand down harder each time. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
All of those blows were applied most vigorously. After the first five or so swats I could feel it beginning to hurt.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After the next five, I started to squirm a little but Jim held me firmly in place.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After the next five I was trying to bite my lip, but I was saying "Owww" and began whimpering to myself. Yet, I wouldn't give Jim the satisfaction that it really hurt like hell.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He brought had hand down faster and harder then before. I tried to hold it in. I gritted my teeth, until finally...
"Please Jim, no more, it hurts!" I pleaded. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I know Jim heard me, I continued to plead but the heat that Jim was applying on my ass was too much. I started to cry although I hid it from Jim.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jim was spanking me full force now. Not a square inch of my backside was not being neglected.
Jim stopped. I thought to myself, "that wasn't as bad as I expected". My butt was stinging and I was embarressed, but I thought I handled it pretty good. As I attemped to get up, Jim placed his left hand on my back and held me down ifrmly. He placed is fingers under the elastic waistband of my white cotton briefs.
"What the...."
Oh my God, I thought as I felt his hand reach for the waistband of my briefs. He slowly pulled them down past my knees, past my ankles and finally off. I was laying over Jim's knees wearing nothing but my dress shirt and tie.
"A spanking isn't a spanking until you are completely bare."
He re-positioned me by pushing me forward so that I needed to place both of my hands on the floor to prevent me from falling. My butt was positioned high. There was absolutely no way that I could reach back and prevent him from spanking me. Finally Jim pulled my shirt up to give himself complete access to my already stinging backside.
This time, Jim changed how he spanked me. None of this alternating cheeks. Oh no, he chose a spot right in the middle of my right cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! The next one came and I cried out in shock. Not only had I had never been spanked before, but I had never even seen anyone spanked bare-bottomed in my life. Jim was a strong man with a very powerful hand and he meant business.
I couldn't believe there was as big of a difference between Jim's hand on the thin cotton of my briefs and my bare ass. Each new blow was an explosion of burning pain.
Before Jim had applied ten good stinging swats my ass felt like it was on fire, I was pleading for Jim to stop and I was starting to really squirm. About ten more and I wasn't keeping my butt in position. I was trying, at least to get Jim to put some swats in another spot. Jim pulled me more firmly around the waist and said, "Keep that butt still and stick it up in position if you know what is good for you." I gritted my teeth as I stuck my burning underside up in the air for more.
By about forty swats on the same spot, I was crying and kicking uncontrollably. Jim finally stopped and switched to my left cheek. He found one spot and started spanking me again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Again, he continued bringing his hand down on the same spot over and over.
The pain was intense. I was crying uncontrollably and begging Jim to stop. Once he finally stopped, I just layed there over his knees trying to gain my composure. I couldn't believe the pain!
It seemed like forever before he started again, but then I realized that he was grabbing a wooden ruler from his desk.
"Jim, your not gonna use that r-r-ruler on me are you???" I mumbled with alot of anxiety.
"Your gonna learn a lesson tonight that I don't want you ever to forget."
"No way are you using that thing on me, Jim," I said in a voice that had the slightest waver to it.
"Wanna bet?" Jim said as he picked up the wooden ruler.
"I have already learned my lesson Jim. I promise never to put you into this position again. Please Jim, stop, I've had enough." I begged.
"Well, I hope I never have to put YOU in this position again." laughed Jim.
Jim brough the ruler down on my cherry-red butt. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I tried holding it in, but I was howling in pain, I knew better than to ask Jim to stop. I made the decision and asked for it, and was only getting what I deserved.
I gritted my teeth as I stuck my butt up in the air for more.
Jim continued to bring down the wooden ruler hard again and again onto my burning backside. CRACK!! CRACK!!
" O W O O W ! " , was the understandable response as stinging wood struck an already red and aching bottom. I jumped again, but Jim held me tightly.
CRACK!! CRACK!!
"EEEEOOOWWWW!", I screamed as the ruler struck my bare butt.
CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!! Jim put extra effort into the last five. my poor bottom was already on fire, but those last few made it feel like I was sitting on a red hot skillet. At first I didn't realize that Jim had stopped because he was still holding me in place and I couldn't even rub my burning backside. Slowly I got my crying under control. Jim allowed me to stand up. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and looked sorrowfully up at Jim.
Jim tossed me my cotton briefs. He moved a chair next in front of his computer and told me to sit down so that we could finish the report.
Later, as I walked out to my car and realized it was nearly 3am, I couldn't believe that I had to sit on a hard, wooden chair in nothing but my cotton briefs and work for 6 hours finishing my report. My butt was still feeling the effects of that spanking, but I was glad to know that my job was safe. That wasn't the only spanking I ever received from Jim, but as least I knew what to expect the next time.