"Frank, see me after work."
I dreaded hearing these words for I knew that my work was not 100% right now, I had a lot on my mind and truly wasn't thinking about what I was supposed to be doing. From what I heard from my work mates the boss always told a worker to meet him once the shop was closed for the day to fire him. There was thus no embarrassment involved in front of one's co-workers, the person just doesn't show up to work the next day and all traces of his being there vanishes.
Now I sat in the visitor's chair on the other side of the bosses' desk and he wasn't looking terribly happy.
"Frank," he said, "you have not been living up to your potential, your quality of work has been slipping badly lately and it has to stop. I think the final straw was when that desk had to be completely refinished, stripped back down to bare wood because you failed to sand it as well as you should have, that is not acceptable at all."
I should mention that I work at a place that makes reproduction furniture, high class stuff. Some of our work is in the White House, it is so good. My job was the finish work that had to be done just before the finish was applied, a picky job at best but one of great importance. Any flaw shows up like a neon sign once the finish is put on.
"I'm sorry, boss," I said, "I've been thinking about other things while I was working, I'm finding it hard to concentrate. I promise to do better."
"I would really think that a man of twenty four would be able to keep his private life at home," snorted the boss, "when you are here to work you should be working, not mooning over that latest boyfriend of yours."
It was pretty common knowledge around the place that I was gay, it was no problem just so long as I got my work done.
"I should fire your ass, that's what I should do," said the boss, "but I'm willing to give you another chance but as you know a screw up like this cannot go unpunished."
My ears perked up, maybe I was still going to have a job after all!
The boss leaned back in his chair. "What I propose to do," he said, "is a sure fire way to get a person's mind back on track again. You have a choice now, I can fire you or I can give you a good old fashioned spanking."
Spanking? What was he talking about? A guy my age doesn't get spanked like a kid!
"Did I hear you right?" I asked, "You want to give me a spanking?"
"Yes," replied the boss, "a good old style butt warming, just like my father used to give to me. The choice is yours."
Wow, what a choice! I had been spanked when I was a kid, sure, what boy hadn't, but that was years and years ago, I think that the last time I got spanked was just before my thirteenth birthday and I had a flashback of the feel of my dad's belt across my bare behind. Dad didn't spank me very often but when he did it was a good hiding, I didn't sit for three days afterwards my bottom was so sore.
"Don't you think I'm a bit too big to get a spanking?" I asked.
"Nope," replied the boss, "a boy is never too big to get spanked, there is just more of him to spank. Make up your mind, I don't have all day."
I really liked the job and needed it to boot, my boyfriend would be furious with me if I got fired and finding another job this good would be very hard without a reference from my boss so I swallowed hard.
"Okay," I said, "I'll take the spanking."
"Good boy," he said, "get undressed."
"Undressed?" I said in astonishment.
"Yes, I want you naked as the day you were born," said the boss, "my father used to say that nothing should come between a boy and his punishment so get all of your clothes off. We are the only ones here and believe me, I've seen a naked guy before."
I suppose I should have expected this, my dad used to do the same thing. When I was due a spanking I'd be sent to my room and told to get ready which meant I stripped to my briefs and waited for him until he showed up. Once there my underwear would come off as well before I went over his knees to get my poor bare bum lit on fire. Slowly I untied my shoe laces and slipped my shoes off, followed by my socks.
Standing up, I pulled my shirt over my head and then unzipped and slid my jeans down my legs and hopped on one foot and then the other to get them off, placing them on the floor. I stood there in my underwear and looked at the boss. At his nod, I pushed down and took off the shorts and stood there naked in front of him, very embarrassed, not only from being naked in front of him but because I had a great erection, my willie sticking straight out from my body.
The boss slid open a drawer in his desk and came out with a paddle. My eyes automatically took it in, bird's eye maple of all things! He stood up and came around the desk to where I was standing.
"My eldest son used to get that way every time before I spanked him," he chuckled, gesturing down at my rampart willie. "Never lasted too long once he started to feel this paddle on his bum, though." I blushed bright red. About as red as my fanny would soon be if I remembered spankings.
The boss sat down in the chair I had recently vacated and patted his knees. Almost without thinking I lowered myself down over his lap, hardly feeling his hand holding my erect dick down so it wouldn't get squashed on top of his leg and I lay down. Funny how you never forget some things, when it was time for a spanking I still knew just what position to get into. Dad had trained me well.
Looking at the polished hardwood of the floor of the office brought me back to about half of my age, my bedroom had a hardwood floor as well. I had looked at the floor of my bedroom many times over the years in a position like this, nothing much had changed. I could feel the breeze from the air conditioning system blowing right up my crack and I knew from experience was I now showing my butt hole to the boss. He jiggled his legs around to make my bum the highest point on my body, just Dad used to do and then, to my horror, he gave my bottom a pre-spanking rub and inspection just like he used to as well!
The boss ran his hand over my entire backside, even parting my cheeks to inspect what was hiding inside of them, running his fingers over my exposed hole and even running them over my low hanging balls!
"You know," he said, picking up the paddle from where he had placed it on my back, "your behind looks a lot like my eldest son's as well, let's see what happens when I spank it, I bet it turns just as red as well."
I had never been spanked with a paddle before, as I said Dad prefered using his belt on my butt when it was needed once he decided that his hand wasn't getting the job done. The fiery lick of leather across bare butt cheeks had not prepared me for just how much that stupid paddle hurt!
Dad switched to using the belt on my bottom when I was just short of my eleventh birthday and over the two years following I had gotten as accustomed as anyone can get to being spanked, at least I knew what to expect. Before that time he had always spanked me with his hand but decided that it wasn't getting through to me very well and switched over to something I would feel. Depending on how Dad was using it the belt could either lay down burning little coals all over my butt or long strips of fire with a very fiery sting on the end of them where the end of the belt bit in hard. The first time I felt the sting of well applied leather to my bare bottom I really thought that Dad had whipped all the hide from my bottom, it hurt that much. The paddle is nothing like that!
I was quite surprized at how much noise the paddle made when it hit my bare skin, a loud cracking sound. I knew right off the bat that the boss wasn't fooling around, he intended to blister my ass big time. The first swat landed square across both cheeks and right over my boy-hole and the force of it almost drove me forward. It took a second or two for the burn to start and by then the second swat landed, a bit below the first one. A fire began to smolder on the lower half of my bare rump.
Up and down my buttocks that paddle traveled, hitting hard and sure and boy, didn't it hurt! The smoldering coals burst into flame and those flames got fanned to brighter and hotter state with the following whacks of the paddle.
I was kicking my feet just like a little kid and bucking my rapidly heating behind up and down in the air over his knee, letting out a yip every now and again when the paddle burned into an extra special sensitive spot. All thoughts of adult dignity went out the window, burned up by the fires raging on my poor ass.
The boss switched his attention to the sides of my butt, slapping up and down my tender hips, landing the paddle flat and true and making them burn like gasoline had been poured on them. It was about this time that the pain and embarrassment of the paddling got to me.
"PLEASE, PLEASE BOSS!" I yelled, "I'LL DO BETTER, I REALLY I WILL I PROMISE! I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON JUST PLEASE DON'T SPANK ME ANY MORE!"
"You'll learn your lesson, alrighty," the boss grunted as he laid down more flaming swats on my bottom, "when we get done here you'll be able to teach the course!"
Back to my buttocks the paddle traveled and the short respite they had received while he was paddling my hips made them fully capable of feeling the fiery swats again. The pain was incredible, even the worst whipping my dad ever gave me with his belt never felt this bad!
I started to cry.
Not manly sobbing but more on the idea of bad boy getting a much deserved spanking bawling, tears and other fluids dripping to the floor beneath the chair. I guess that the boss, having three boys of his own, was accustomed to these sounds for he didn't let up in the least with my paddling but seemed to almost redouble his efforts, slamming that piece of wood again and again onto my molten ass cheeks. Finally, after an eternity the paddling stopped and I lay there for a while still crying with my fiery ass heating the room.
After a minute or so the boss nudged me to my feet and led me over to a corner and made me stand there with my hands behind my head, just like my father used to do. Do all dads do the same thing? I stood there with my fanny pulsing with pain and burning like mad.
"Think about it, son," said the boss, "I'm sure that you will want to mend your ways."
I stood there for maybe five minutes when I heard the door open.
"Oops, sorry, Dad," came the voice of his eldest son who worked with me, "I didn't know you were busy." I was clearly visible from the open door and I felt my face once more heat up as I blushed.
"That's okay, son," said the boss, "I've just been having a discussion with Frank about his work habits. Which reminds me, you have been slacking off a bit lately, let's do something about it."
"Not now, Dad, please," his 26 year old son begged, "I'll do better, I promise."
"Yes, now," the boss replied, "no time like the present."
I heard the rustle of clothing and a zipper going down and then I once more heard the sounds of wood smacking bare boy butt and I winced in sympathy, I now knew what that thing felt like! The cracks of the paddle were shortly joined by vocalizations from the end opposite of the one being treated so and those turned into sobs and then full blown wails of pain as the paddling went on and on. After another forever the paddling sounds stopped though the sobs didn't and I was joined in my corner by another naked body.
"You two can talk over how you will improve your work habits," said the boss, "but don't take your hands from behind your heads until I tell you that you can." He left the office and closed the door behind him.
"Dad gave you an option, right?" the bosses' son said. "Take a spanking or get fired."
"Yeah," I answered, "but if I had known how much it hurts I'm not sure what I'd have done."
"Cheer up," he said, "you got a choice, I don't have that. I've been getting that paddle on my bum since I was twelve. When I started working here Dad made it a provision of my employment, take a hiding or quit. The paddlings hurt but at least I'm still working."
The bosses' kid wiggled around a bit, his hot left cheek making contact with my equally hot right one. I felt my willie rise to new heights at this contact.
"I bet your ass is pretty sore right now, isn't it?" he asked.
"Sure is!" I replied, "My dad never made it hurt this bad with his belt and he gave me some real butt burners over the years."
"One thing I've learned over the years," he said, "is the spanking hurts the most when it is going on but it won't hurt forever. Two days from now you'll look back at this and wonder why you made such a fuss about it. I'll bet it won't be the last time you feel Dad's paddle on your butt if you continue to work here."
"Does he spank you often?" I asked.
"About once a month or so," he replied, "Dad don't cut me any slack just because I'm his kid, maybe he is stricter with me because of it. You know, he must like you a lot otherwise he'd have just fired you, it's only guys he likes that he offers the option to."
The two of us stood in that corner for almost an hour before the boss came back and freed us and boy, didn't a lot of things change for me after that! I had had my suspicions but found out for sure that the bosses' kid was gay as well and we ended up in a relationship starting with a mutual masturbation session once we left the shop. Guys jerking off after getting a spanking is not that strange, having someone else do it for you is where it gets different.
I have indeed felt the bosses' wrath expressed by smacks with that paddle on my bare backside quite often, maybe not once a month but still more often than I'd like, but only when I screwed up. On one memorable occasion both me and the bosses' kid got our asses tanned thoroughly in one session and we spent time in the corner again side by side again.
Getting a good tanning with a paddle is something that you can get used to at least a little bit, I don't howl quite as quickly nowadays although somehow I always do seem to end up bawling before the tanning is done. Hey, it hurts to get your bare behind spanked with a wooden paddle!
An old fashioned, over the knees, bare bottom paddling might seem like a strange training tool to use in today's society but you know, it works. Just like when I was a kid and Dad used a sound spanking to punish screwups on my part I learn from these latest spankings and never mess up in that way again. Too bad I seem to figure out so many ways to mess things up...
Every time when I'm naked and across his knees, just before wood makes contact with skin the first time, I'm always offered the option, the paddle or the pink slip. I choose the paddle.