Yesterday afternoon I had a meeting with a salesman from an advertising agency. At work we have been advertising a project that we are running, and I had not been receiving information from the firm, so the meeting was to discuss this.
Having gone over all the issues Martin agreed that most of the issues should have been dealt with by him and he said that he would go back to the office and get to work on them. I said that I had had similar promises before and nothing had happened. Just as he was leaving he thanked me for being understanding in regard to not writing to the manager and I said that it was next on my list if there was no action. Martin said that he realized that he needed a Kick in the pants, I jokingly said What you really need is a good dose of the stick we both laughed and he left.
The remainder of the afternoon was hectic and I was glad it 5.20 and was preparing to go home when the phone rang, at first I thought to leave it for the ansaphone to pick up , but for some reason I picked up the phone and answered it and it was Martin. He said that he had worked on the points we discussed and had some results for me and could he come to the office straight away. I said that I was just leaving and I was the only one there. He said that was probably for the best under the circumstances. This intrigued me, so I agreed to his visit. He said he would be 5 minutes so I said Dont be late.
Some 15 minutes later Martin arrived, he apologized and I said that he was always apologizing and promising to improve but that never happened. He produced the information and paperwork, which he had brought, and it was all that I wanted. He asked if I was happy with it and I said yes and expected that to be it.
However, Martin then said That just leaves my previous unacceptable work and behaviour, I accept that I did not provide you with information that I should have, and that it was due to laziness on my part, and I deserve to be punished as you suggested.
Do you mean a good dose of the stick I asked, and Martin said Yes. I decided to test the situation and said I am going out to my car to collect an implement and if you are still here when I return it will mean that you agree to be punished and I expect you to be ready to accept that punishment, do you understand. He just said Yes.
I went to the car and collected the cane case and went back into the building. Martin was waiting in my office. He had removed his jacket and was standing in the center of the room with his hands on his head. Are you sure about this I asked.
Yes Sir Martin replied my father always expected me to be standing with my hands on my head when he came to punish me, so I have done that for you. He always adjusted my clothing, depending on the seriousness of my misbehavior.
Your behaviour and lack of work is very serious, so your punishment will be serious as well.
Yes Sir, I understand and unfortunately I agree.
Martin is 26 years old, average height and build with dark hair, which he has gelled and spiked, his gray trousers were not tight, but gave the impression that he had a fairly well developed backside. I sat down on my chair and called him over and decided that this would probably be the one and only time I would have the opportunity to punish him. I also did not know how hard he had been punished in the past so decided that the whole of his punishment would be on his bare arse.
I undid his belt and top button and then lowered his zip, there was no conversation, but he was looking straight at me all the time. I pulled his trousers down and as I got them down past his knees he stepped out of them, his hands never left his head.
His underpants were boxer shorts, but they were brief and tight, very tight, his crotch bulging out in front. I moved my hands round and felt his bum, it was firm and well rounded. Inserting my fingers the waistband of his boxers I pulled them down and again he stepped out of them. He was now standing in just shoes, socks, shirt and tie, hands on head waiting for me to punish him.
I got up from my chair and went over to the cane case and selected a cane from the roll, I decided on the one with the orange handle. I flexed the cane in front of him, his eyes went from mine to the cane and back to mine. Bend over I instructed hi, he bent over his legs apart, his fingers just touching the carpet. I realized how fit he must be to be able to do this without any effort. I lifted up his shirttail and tucked it under and for the first time was able to see his bare bum, pink, unmarked and waiting.
I am going to give you 12 strokes I informed him, there was no response. So I lined up the cane and delivered the first stroke fairly hard, there was an intake of breath from him but no other sound, so I gave him the second stroke, harder this time. MMUH he muttered and I got the same reaction from the next four strokes. There were now six red lines evenly ( well almost) spaced on his bum.
I waited for a few moments, he said nothing and did not move. Again I lined up the cane for the seventh stroke. I gave him a hard stroke, OWW was his response but still he did not move. I delivered the next two hard strokes and again OWW was the only response. I decided that the last three would be harder still with the last being the hardest of all.
Last three, I want you to count then out loud. Yes Sir he said. The tenth stroke landed OUCH one sir he cried and his fingers just left the floor, but were quickly replaced, with hardly any wait I applied the 11th stroke. Two sir I inspected his cheeks now decorated with 11 very red lines. He was breathing fairly heavily and was sniffing. I wondered if I had gone too far but then thought he is still in position and could easily get up and go if he wanted.
I lined up the cane for the last stroke and planned to for it to land just where buttocks meet thigh. THWACKKK the 12th stroke landed a very hard stroke. Martin jumped up clutching his arse and he was crying, tears running down his face. I am sorry Sir three sir he sobbed but bent down back in position, still crying. I decided not to give him any extras and told him that his punishment was over.
He stood up, turned round and flung his arms around me and said Thank you, I needed that. He then grabbed his clothes and rushed off to the toilet. After about 5 minutes he returned fully dressed ( unfortunately) and said You really know how to lay it on I said Any time Martin said I think that will last me a long time. And we moved to the front door and he left with a fleeting kiss. I stayed a little longer and calmed myself down then left for home.