A Meeting with the CEO – Part 2

Why had she gone against her better judgment and accepted Scott’s invitation to grab a beer? The Strategy Director was handsome, charming, and easy to talk to – Ah, yes, that was why, she reflected grimly.

They had enjoyed a friendly rivalry for years, and were both secretly glad that their companies would be merging. She knew it was a bad idea when he suggested a celebratory drink in public, but she couldn’t say no to his devil-may-care grin.

“Who’s going to recognize us at a bar?” He had pointed out.

At the time, it had seemed very reasonable.

At the present moment… not so much.

“Do you care to explain yourself?” Jared broke in on her musing.

Jada took a breath. She had the slimmest chance of escaping punishment. Jared was tough but fair – he almost always gave an offender a chance to tell her side of the story. However, he did so by putting a lid on his anger and letting it simmer to a boiling point while his eyes drilled into her very soul. It was intimidating, to say the least. Jada knew she walked a razor’s edge.

“Yes, sir,” she began, “well, Scott and I had finished our meeting and finalized the proposal. He suggested we get a drink to celebrate.”

Her mind spun wildly for an excuse, or at least a good reason for going against Jared’s orders. All the while, Jared stared. Unable to meet his eyes, she focused on his arms, which were crossed in front of his chest.

“I uh, I told him it was a bad idea. But he assured me it would be fine.”

Jared raised an eyebrow. “And then you said ‘No, thank you, my boss would have my hide if we were seen,’ right?”

“Uh…” her shoulders slumped. She had no defense. “No sir, I didn’t. I went to the bar with him.”

“I see. So you have no excuses?”

Now she was looking at the floor. “No sir. I knew you wouldn’t approve and I did it anyway. I didn’t think anyone would recognize us.”

“And do you understand the consequences of your selfish decision for this company?” Now his anger was starting to seep into his voice.

She couldn’t speak; it was too horrible to say. She nodded instead, hoping that would suffice.

He slammed his hand down on his desk suddenly, making her flinch. “This puts the merger in jeopardy, Jada! And it’s scared our shareholders – our stock has already fallen 20%!” Jared’s voice rose as he went on, so that by the last word he was shouting.

“No one was supposed to know about the merger until the details were finalized! You KNEW that!” Now he was truly furious.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry.” Jada could feel tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. How could she have been so stupid? She had put the merger at risk and harmed the company. This affected everyone. She had never felt more selfish and ashamed.

Jared stared at her a while longer, silently fuming. When he spoke again, his voice was a normal volume. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, young lady. You haven’t made this bad of a decision in… well, ever! I thought I could count on you to be sensible!”

Jada sniffed. “You can, sir. I’m so sorry, I promise it will never happen again!”

Jared chuckled mirthlessly. “Oh, we’re going to make damn sure of that.”

Jada gulped.

The first punishment spanking I ever got as an adult

Ah, I remember it well… I was 19 and in college. I had my first boyfriend ever, and while we experimented A LOT, I had a hard time revealing my secret love of spanking to him.

One time he had to go on some kind of trip – I can’t remember where or for what – so he was out of town for a couple of weeks. Of course, I pined after him like you can only pine after your first serious love, and I hung out with our friends to distract myself.

One night we were drinking in my friend’s dorm room. I generally get crazier the more I drink, so I was being ridiculous. Our dorm was a high rise and we were on the 10th floor. The building was super old, built before safety regulations, so the windows actually slid to the side to open all the way – literally nothing to stop you from jumping or falling out. In my drunken state, I laid on my back on the bed in front of the window and started playing with kleenex. I would take a kleenex, put it over my face, then blow a quick puff of air to make it fly up. Then it would get sucked out of the open window. I found this HILARIOUS, but at some point decided that I needed to try to catch the kleenex once they had escaped the building. So I started leaning out the window, flailing my arms around to catch the wayward tissues.

My friends freaked out, and my friend’s boyfriend pulled me back in. Of course, I had to be restrained a few more times (alcohol only accentuates my natural stubbornness), but they kept me from dying.

A few days later, my boyfriend was back in town and we were hanging out with those friends in the same dorm room. Suddenly my female friend piped up to tattle on how I’d “almost died” by “trying to jump out of the window.”

“You did what?” my boyfriend asked.

I laughed and explained that it was just an instance of drunk logic. But my friends were no help – they kept jumping in with “She was crazy!” and “I had to pull her back in 100 times!”

My boyfriend just said “I see. Come here,” and pulled me over his lap, right there on the bed in front of the other couple. I put up a laughable fight, because let’s be honest, I was thrilled!

He started to spank me over my jeans with his hand. Our male friend, ever helpful, asked him if he wanted a belt. He accepted and administered a pretty good spanking over my jeans right there with the belt. Our friends watched and laughed, and you could tell they were a bit satisfied to see me punished for the anxiety I had caused them.

After that I was amazingly calm and tractable and hugged my boyfriend for the rest of the outing. When we got back to my dorm, I jumped him for sex. He was amazed to find me incredibly ready to go! Unfortunately, I was unable to find the courage to tell him that that was what I wanted, and being a 20 year old boy, he failed to make the connection.

Oh, what could have been!

A Meeting with the CEO – Part 1

“So, were those the only things of consequence that happened on your trip? Is there anything else I should know?”

Something in his voice dared her to say that there wasn’t. Jada hesitated. She was being silly; there was no way he could know. A quick glance around the room revealed that her coworkers didn’t seem to think anything was amiss. She decided to roll the dice.

“Um, yes, sir, that’s everything,” she told him, hating how her voice hitched.

Jared didn’t look up from his laptop. As the CEO, he was constantly multitasking.

“I see.”

Jada permitted herself a slight sigh of relief.

“Would you care to explain this, then?” Jared asked casually.

He spun his laptop around to show her the screen. Jada’s stomach dropped as the image of her at the bar faced them. To her left, she heard Becky draw in a sharp gasp, then silence came crashing down. The moment stretched into eternity as the entire room collectively held their breath.

Say something! her brain urged.

“Ah, that’s… that’s…” she fished for words but came up empty handed.

“That,” Jared said in a voice so low that it rumbled like thunder, “is my Strategy Director, fraternizing in plain sight at a bar with her counterpart at our largest competitor.”

He paused.

“After I specifically told her to lay low and not give any hint of our merger to the outside world.”

Jada found her voice, but it was a weak little thing. “I- I-“

“You were seen,” he snapped.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could perceive the others making their way to the door. They moved silently but efficiently, trying not to draw attention to themselves. Everyone knew that Jared in a temper was not to be trifled with. Best to move out of his range until things blew over.

Unless, of course, you were the target of that rage.

“The speculation has already begun. PR has been fielding calls since your picture surfaced a little over an hour ago.”

The soft click of the door closing marked the sealing of her fate.

Every coworker on the other side of that door knew what was about to happen to her.

Jared had founded the company with a trusted team and kept those people close to him as they grew. As more people joined the company, only that inner circle had access to the high level workings. A natural alpha, his inner circle consisted entirely of women. Some looked askance at that, but Jared never behaved inappropriately or expected any “favors” from them. When asked, he simply said that women were capable of higher levels of thought and multitasking than men. And indeed, he treated them with respect and valued their skills. Together, they had built something to be proud of. Working with Jared was as rewarding as it was challenging.

The only caveat was that he did not tolerate disrespect, disobedience, or carelessness. Jada and her coworkers had long ago learned and accepted that anything less than their best would be met with swift correction.

For Jared, that correction could only come in the form of spankings.

(Part 2 coming soon!)

Missed Spanking Opportunities in TV Shows

Does this ever happen to you when you’re watching a show? A girl on the screen behaves like brat or gets caught in a lie, and the man in her life is furious, and you think “ooooh this is it, she’s not going to be able to sit for a week!” 99% of the time, the TV show writers are apparently NOT spankos, because I end up very disappointed :/

Such was the case last night when I was watching Dickinson on Apple TV+. It’s a very good show if you haven’t seen it. Emily Dickinson with modern music and lingo – I love it!

But in episode 10, Emily’s best friend is getting ready to marry her older brother. They’re kind of in love with each other, but in the end they decide that her marrying Emily’s brother is the best thing. The brother has been portrayed as a goofy, mostly clueless lovable guy for the whole season.

So her friend Sue is getting ready, and Emily comes to see her. She can tell that Sue is sad about what she’s giving up, so she leads her outside to prance around like they used to when they were younger. Unfortunately, Sue is wearing her expensive, custom-made wedding dress during the frolicking and it gets very dirty.

Later, Austin (Emily’s brother and Sue’s fiance) comes to see Sue before the wedding. He finds her crying and holding one of Emily’s poems. When he notices her ruined wedding dress, he suddenly transforms into an outraged authority figure. (This is when I perked up!) He’s incensed and asks her if she’s been inside all day getting ready like she was supposed to be. Sue sheepishly admits that she went out with Emily. Austin is furious and yells “Do you know how much I paid for that dress?!” Then he notices the poem – he’s aware that Emily and Sue kind of had a thing for each other. He strides off to go confront Emily and Sue pleads for him to stop, but he roars “Don’t you dare!” at her.

Austin storms through the house in search of Emily. When he finds her, he rips her a new one and declares that he is the man of the house (their father is away in Washington) and he is in charge of her. He bans her from the wedding and locks her in her room for the ceremony.

An enraged Austin harshly rebuking Emily

I loved the scene so much that I watched it again. In a perfect world, Austin would have first spanked his soon-to-be-wife, then done the same to his sister. Preferably together! Imagine a subdued Emily wincing as she sits on a punished bottom during the ceremony, and a contrite young bride walking down the aisle on her husband’s arm, who she has learned is not to be trifled with. What a missed opportunity!

I wish there could be spanking videos filmed with the same level of writing and screenplay as mainstream TV shows. Alas, for now they’ll exist only in my head!

Be still, my heart! (Or, you know, another part of my anatomy)

Ok, I found him – my perfect spanking match. I was looking for videos to satisfy my random spanking needs. Sometimes (ok, a lot of the time), I get in a mood to see an authoritative man give a hard spanking to a girl while lecturing her sternly. I loooove hearing “young lady,” “girl,” etc. I love to hear him rehashing what she did wrong and why she’s in trouble. And I like for the spanking to be hard and sometimes fast – none of that playing around and lightly swatting, then massaging, then lightly tapping. Come on now!

My search lead me to SpankingTube, where I found him:

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He’s PERFECT. He’s stern and his voice is just deep enough. He doesn’t yell – he calmly lectures as he spanks OTK with a firm hand. I ended up watching at least 20 of his videos and they ALL gave me goosebumps and made my stomach drop (in a good way).

Here are some of the very specific things he does that scratch my spanko itch in precisely the right way:

  • The way he rolls up his sleeves while telling the girl over his knee how disappointed he is in her and how she’s about to be punished. Something about seeing a man matter-of-factly roll up his sleeves has always given me a thrill!
  • The way he calmly but authoritatively takes off his belt when needed.
  • His confidence – Everything he does feels very purposeful. When he pauses, you can tell that he’s letting the lesson sink in. There’s no doubt about who’s in charge!
  • The actual spanking technique – solid. You KNOW it hurts. And in the middle of the spanking he goes hard and fast, regardless of how much the girl is squirming around. He doesn’t even make an issue of the fact that she squirms – he just holds her down and keeps spanking.

This man makes me MELT. He’s a no-nonsense alpha male. I feel like he’s going to be playing a large part in my fantasies from now on…

He also kind of makes me wish I’d explored getting spanked by strangers before I got married. When I was younger, that seemed crazy and like a surefire way to get murdered. But now I wish I’d tried it out!

So ladies, if you’re unattached, maybe look him up. Or any spanko man that makes your knees weak. Obviously, take precautions, but seize the day!

Questing for Authority

Yes, three posts in one night! I’ve been holding them in my head lately, so I might as well get it all out now.

As I mentioned earlier, I recently made a career change. I now work as a freelancer, so I go to a private work space and spend a lot of time quietly working on my computer alone. It’s great for a lot of reasons; flexibility, low stress, and actually more earning potential than my last job.

But at the same time, I find part of myself… questing for an authority figure.

Do you believe that people have energy or give off vibes? I’m not sure that I do, but you have to admit that people pick up on so much underlying meaning that’s not verbal. Now that I am my own boss, I feel like I’m a little incomplete. I feel like some inner part of me is longing for an authority figure.

As a (secretly) submissive woman, I’ve always worked best under a strong male leader. When a man who is weak, stupid, or otherwise undeserving of respect is in charge, I find that it brings out my contempt and brattiness. When a woman is in charge, I feel like it’s pretty neutral – doesn’t affect me one way or the other. But when a strong, effective, man is in charge… it gives me goosebumps! Then I strive to please him in my work. I flirt with danger by tempting myself with small disobediences and imagine how he would take me to task.

So now that I am, for the first time in my working life, in charge of myself… I feel a little lost. As a closet submissive, I really enjoy the dynamic of working under someone.

I feel like my energy/vibe right now is searching/longing for a supervisor. I find myself reacting strongly to my male clients and imagining what would happen if I displease them.

Somehow, I think my vanilla husband even felt it. We haven’t had much sex lately, due to lots of hectic life changes. But the other night, when I was feeling particularly in need of an authority figure, he somehow sensed that I was ripe. As I went for our usual goodnight kiss, he grabbed me, kissed me deeply, and forced me against the couch. Things got hot and heavy from there, and we FINALLY had sex!

So I do think that we give off energy that others can pick up on. What do you think? Guys, can you feel it with a woman is dying to be dominated?

Bullying in the Workplace? 5 Times to Stand Up to a Bad Boss
Apparently I miss this!

It’s been a while!

Almost three months to be exact! Right after I started this blog, I had the opportunity to pursue a new career. So I’ve spent the last three months making a career change. Now things are a little more settled and I’m ready to start posting again.

I kind of wish I had a blog authority figure to spank me for neglecting my spanking blog 😉

Oh well, I’ll just have to imagine it.

Respect the Dojo

Sharon pulled up to the dojo and slammed her car into park. She glanced at the clock on her dashboard. 7:05. Five minutes late! Grabbing her belt with one hand, she opened her door with the other and squeezed out. She jogged the short distance to the door. Through the glass, she could see the class, their backs to her, doing jumping jacks to warm up. As she rushed through the door she ventured a glance at the instructor – it was Mr. Flores, and he was looking right at her as he lead the class in their warm up. He was average height, but powerfully built from years of martial arts. He had dark hair and dark eyes. His hair was in a crew cut; his eyes were watching her. She huffed an exasperated sigh as she simultaneously attempted to take her shoes off and tie her belt. Finally, she was presentable. She crept onto the mat sheepishly and bowed. As a brown belt, she should be in the front line, next to the black belt, but her spot was taken. Unsure of the procedure, she looked at Mr. Flores and braced herself for a scolding.

“Come on in,” was all he said, and indicated a spot.

She gratefully scurried to the place he’d indicated and started doing jumping jacks with the others. She’d never been late to one of Mr. Flores’ classes before. He was a new instructor, and so far she was very impressed by him. He had years of experience as a police officer on the NYPD and stressed practical, efficient techniques. Sharon was often the only woman in the class, and Mr. Flores made sure to tell her stories of women that had been beaten or raped because they hesitated or made the wrong move in an attack. He was tough on her, but she appreciated learning to really defend herself. Often he would come after her with the ferocity of a real attacker, hard and fast and mean, so she would know what it really felt like to have an angry, determined man barreling down on her. She’d been sure that he would come down hard on her for being late, but he didn’t seem to mind. As they moved from jumping jacks to push ups, she thought about why she was late. It had been a long and difficult day. She’d had to work late after her boss yelled at her for a mistake. Then she’d gotten stuck in traffic. She felt like the world kept pushing her around, and she was sick of it. She knew that karate would help take her mind off her stress, but it was stressful to be late.

When the warm-up was over, Mr. Flores began to demonstrate a technique for the class. It started with a lapel grab. Sharon watched at first, but her attention soon wandered back to the events of the day. When it was time to do the technique, she realized that she hadn’t actually seen it. She looked around for a partner and realized that everyone else had paired up, leaving her to work with Mr. Flores. He walked over to her. “Let’s see it,” he said. He grabbed her gi roughly. She had one second to stare dumbly at him before his other fist flew towards her face. Surprised, she jerked backwards, but he had a good hold on her lapel. Too late, she realized this and tried to get a high block up, but she only succeeded in moving his arm up slightly. Mr. Flores opened his hand just in time to slap her in the face instead of punching her. It wasn’t very hard, but it stung nonetheless. He let go of her lapel and allowed her to rub her face.

“Are you asleep, Sharon?” he chided her. “What did I just say? I just told the class that if someone grabs your shirt, they are most likely going to punch you in the face. That’s why you were supposed to block as you went into the technique. What happened?”

Burning with embarrassment, Sharon looked down. “Sir, I guess I wasn’t paying attention when you demonstrated the technique.”

“You must always pay attention, Sharon,” he replied. “Lack of focus can get you killed. This time it just got you slapped, which is what you deserved.”
Sharon schooled her face to keep from reacting.

“Yes, sir,” was all she said.

Mr. Flores sighed and showed her the technique again. Every time they did it, he grabbed her hard and punched her fast, so that she had to work very hard to block him in time while still keeping her balance. She felt that it was a little unfair; she’d had a terrible day, and now she was getting slapped and pushed around in karate as well.

When they finished practicing the technique, she was sweating. Mr. Flores called the class around to demonstrate another technique. This time he used Sharon as the guinea pig for the demonstration. The attack was a choke from the front while being pushed backwards. When Sharon was in class, he always tended to choose attacks that a big, strong man might use on a woman. Mr. Flores explained to the class that attackers never just grab a person around the throat to choke them; they normally push them backwards as well, into a wall or a car. He explained how it was important to tuck your chin so that your head would not slam into whatever was behind you. As he talked, Sharon found her attention drifting again. Without much warning, Mr. Flores suddenly grabbed her around the neck with both hands and forced her backwards. She was shocked and irritated; he was actually choking her, and pushing her back hard!

It was too much; she’d been pushed around too much today. Without second-guessing herself, she dropped down while twisting out of his way, sticking her foot in front of him for good measure. Because he had really been pushing, his momentum carried him forward. Sharon’s foot tripped him, sending him tumbling… into the wall he’d been pushing her towards. Time slowed down as Sharon realized the gravity of what she’d done. Mr. Flores crashed into the wall, completely surprised by her actions and lacking enough room to roll or soften the fall. Belatedly she realized that he’d been pushing her back towards the wall to display the technique of tucking one’s chin. Time returned to normal speed as a collective gasp rose from the other students. The world froze for one full second. Then Sharon jumped to her feet.

“Sir, I am so, so sorry,” she stammered as he got up. “I didn’t mean-” she stopped short when she saw the look on his face.

Murder danced in his eyes. Her stomach sank. What had she been thinking? Mr. Flores straightened up and took stock of himself. In another second, he was on top of her. His hand grabbed the back of her neck in a vice grip and he forcibly walked her toward the back room. When she reached the edge of the mat he drew her head close to his face.

“Wait for me in the office,” he said tersely.

Then he released her and marched back to the front of the mat. She glanced quickly around the room to see that everyone’s eyes were the size of saucers. Blushing furiously, she bowed out and slinked down the stairs to the office. She shut the door behind her and breathed for the first time since she’d seen Mr. Flores crashing into that wall. She glanced at the clock. 20 minutes until the end of class. She had 20 minutes left to live, and she was going to spend it in this office.

Through the door, she heard Mr. Flores explaining to the class that when an instructor is displaying a technique with you, you are not supposed to surprise them with anything other than what you were told to do. Then he carried on with the class, using another member to demonstrate. As the clock ticked loudly on the wall, Sharon’s mind raced. What the hell was wrong with her? Mr. Flores was tough on her because he wanted to train her well. And he’d been demonstrating a technique and she’d pulled that stunt in front of the whole class. There was no way he could let that stand. Respect was one of the principles of their dojo, respect for the instructor being paramount. She’d seen Mr. Flores throw a white belt for getting an attitude with him. He was always quick to punish disrespect. What was he going to do to her?

Time passed far too quickly for Sharon’s taste, and soon she heard the class wrapping up. Then she heard everyone’s footsteps as they gathered their belongings and left. Most of the time some students would stick around to ask the instructor questions or practice techniques, but today everyone fled as soon as the class was over. Soon it was silent. Where was he? She sat on the couch, her heart racing.

After a painfully long wait, she heard soft footsteps approach the office. Her heart sank as the door opened. Mr. Flores appeared in the doorway. Sharon couldn’t look at him and bowed her head. He walked into the office and stood in front of her, arms crossed. She knew better than to speak first; in this kind of situation you were supposed to speak only when spoken to.


She still didn’t look up. “Yes, sir?”

“I’m giving you one opportunity to tell me exactly what you were thinking back there.”

She gulped. “Sir, I am so sorry. I was completely out of line. I… I’ve had a really bad day.” It sounded so lame now. “I was embarrassed when you slapped me, and then you were really pushing me and I just… reacted.” She stopped talking.

Mr. Flores waited 10 full seconds before speaking. “You arrived late. That by itself is disrespectful. You lacked any kind of focus, and then, to top it off, you pulled that stunt. In front of the class.”

“I know,” she said quietly.

Mr. Flores sighed. “Sharon, I’ve seen students get dismissed from dojos for things like this. If I report this to the grand master and put it in his hands, I’m sure that’s what he’ll do.”

Sharon finally looked up at him. “Please, sir, sometimes this dojo is all that keeps me going.”

He stared into her eyes. “Sharon, I’ve seen that you’re a good student. Sometimes you lack focus or good judgment, but I don’t think you should be dismissed from the dojo. But I cannot let your actions go unpunished. If you choose to stay, you must submit to my discipline.”

Sharon dropped her eyes again. “Thank you, sir,” she replied, “I’ll take any punishment you think I should have.”

“Alright, Sharon. Stand up and go to the back room.”

Without a word, she got up, left the office, and moved into the back room. Her stomach did flip-flops. The back room was beyond the main training area, and it was a place for students to practice while other classes were going on. Unlike the main area, it had no windows. Both areas had mirrors on all the walls to allow the students to check themselves when doing kicks, punches, and stances. Sharon stood in the middle of the room and waited.

After a few minutes, Mr. Flores walked into the room carrying a chair.

“Ready stance,” he told her.

Sharon complied and got into a ready stance, the position they were supposed to be in while the instructor was talking about something. Her feet were shoulder width apart with her knees slightly bent and her back straight. She looked straight at herself in the mirror in front of her. Her fists were in front of her belt. Without moving her head, she glanced at Mr. Flores’ reflection in the mirror. Her heart stopped when she noticed that he was also carrying a belt. He placed both items off to the side and came to stand in front of her.

“Sharon, you disrespected me and you disrespected this dojo. I cannot allow those actions to go unpunished. You will learn to respect and obey me as your instructor.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, still looking straight ahead.

Mr. Flores regarded her for a few seconds. Then he walked over the chair and sat down in it.

“Come here.”

Sharon broke out of the stance and walked to him.

“Get over my knee, Sharon.”

She hesitated, unsure if she really wanted to go through with this.

“Sharon. Get over my knee now, or I will have to make you.”

His tone left no room for argument. Feeling like she was in a dream, she placed herself over his lap. He flipped up the bottom of her gi top over her back, then placed one arm over her back, pinning her to him.

“Let’s not waste any time,” he told her. “First, you came into my class late. This first spanking is punishment for that.”

Sharon didn’t reply. His hand came crashing down on her bottom with a resounding SMACK. She jumped, unable to control herself. Mr. Flores tightened his hold on her and fell into a rhythm of spanking first one cheek, then the other. It hurt, but mostly she burned with shame that she was actually over her instructor’s knee, being spanked like a child. As he spanked her, he began to talk.

“I expect you to arrive with enough time to put your belt on and make yourself presentable for class. Is that clear?” SMACK.

“Yes sir!” she assured him.

After another minute, he stopped. “Now,” he said, “you must be punished for your lack of attention and focus.”

“Yes, sir.”

Suddenly his arm was gone from her back. Before she realized what was happening, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants and was pulling them down over her hips.

“Sir!” she cried out, struggling, “Please, you can’t!”

Mr. Flores silenced her with a hard smack. “You said you’d take any punishment I deemed necessary, Sharon. Now is that still true, or would you like to quit the dojo?”

Sharon stopped struggling. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”

Without another word, he finished pulling her pants down. Now her lacy purple panties were exposed, and she knew they offered almost no protection for her already aching backside. His arm was back around her, holding her tight.

“You must always focus in class,” he told her. SMACK. She jumped at the more intense pain. “It is disrespectful when you don’t pay attention to your instructor.” SMACK. “And it will get you seriously hurt or killed in a fight.” SMACK. “Is that clear?” SMACK.

“Yes, sir, I understand,” she assured him.

She hoped that was it, but he fell back into a rhythm of spanking her. His hand fell again and again. When she started to squirm with discomfort, he pinned her tighter to himself. At one point she looked up at the mirror and saw herself, red bottom and purple panties under his hand. Finally he stopped.

“Stand up,” he commanded.

Struggling not to cry from shame and pain, she stood up, pants down around her ankles. Mr. Flores stood up as well. He grabbed her shoulder and moved her behind the chair.

“Bend over the back of the chair,” he ordered. “Put your hands on the seat.”

“Sir, please-“

His eyes flashed. “Do it now.”

Meekly she resigned herself to seeing this through. She bent over the chair, causing her ass to stick out. Mr. Flores grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Sharon knew better than to argue; she only had to endure this last punishment, and it would be over.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him retrieve the belt from the floor. He stalked over and stood just behind her, slightly to her left.

“That stunt you pulled during the demonstration was completely out of line. You showed extreme disrespect for me, your classmates, and this dojo. I’m going to punish you severely for your poor judgment.”

Sharon fought to keep from visibly gulping. Unfortunately, the wall-to-wall mirrors afforded her a clear view of exactly what was going on behind her. She tensed in terror as she saw his arm draw back, the belt dangling menacingly from his hand. Then he whipped it forward, laying the belt directly across her bare ass.


The sound was incredible. She had never been spanked with a belt before. She couldn’t believe the fire that tore across her skin. Somehow, she managed not to jump up, but it was a near thing. She saw his arm raise again and choked back a sob; he was going to keep going? Indeed he was. He settled into a steady rhythm of reprimanding her as he spanked.

“What kind of example were you setting for the younger students?”
“Disrespect can erode the foundation of a dojo.”
“And your disrespect in this dojo will get you killed in the streets.”
“I will not allow you to make a joke of what we learn here.”
Sharon couldn’t take it anymore. “No, sir, please, I don’t think it’s a joke at all!” She assured him, hoping for leniency. He didn’t let up.
“I certainly couldn’t tell that by your behavior tonight.”
“Please, please, I’ll never do it again!” She found herself begging.
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure you won’t.”
“And if you ever do try something like that again, I’ll spank you right in front of the whole class, young lady. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, yes, I understand!” She answered desperately.
“Count yourself lucky that I decided to punish you in private this time.”
“Yes sir, thank you sir!”

Finally, he threw the belt to the floor. She stayed exactly where she was, quivering. She wasn’t sure if it was over or if he was going to punish her in some new way. Her whole world stopped as she waited to find out.

“You can stand up now, Sharon,” he told her.

She straightened up and glanced over her shoulder at the mirror. Her face was red with shame and embarrassment, but her bottom was purple and crisscrossed with angry welts.

“Ready stance.” He ordered her.

She scurried to obey, terrified of provoking him to further anger. She stood in the center of the room, naked from the waist down, with her well-punished bottom showing in the mirrors. He placed himself in front of her. She was uncomfortably aware of the fact that she was completely on display to him, but there was nothing she could do about it.

“I hope you’ve truly learned your lesson today, young lady,” he told her. “And hopefully the next time you piss off a big, angry man, you’ll have learned enough from me to defend yourself. But that will only happen if you focus in class and give our art and our dojo the respect that they deserve.”

“Yes sir,” she managed to get out.

“And I meant what I said – next time, it’s a spanking in front of everyone.”

This time she did gulp. “I understand, sir.”

“Alright, Sharon, get dressed and go home. I expect to see you here on time tomorrow.”

“Absolutely, sir,” she promised.

With that, he turned and went back into the office. She took advantage of the opportunity to get dressed in private, wincing as she pulled her pants on over her tender bottom.

As she left the dojo, she realized that her stress had completely evaporated.

Excerpt from a work in progress

He looked up at her. “Stand in the corner while I get ready for you.”


He marched over and guided her to the corner beyond her gown. He turned her shoulders so that she was facing it. She felt his breath on her ear as he whispered, “Bad girls stand in the corner while they wait to be punished.” She shivered. He slid his hand up around her from behind and pinched a nipple, eliciting a gasp. “Think about what you’ve done,” he chided her. Then he was gone. She stared into the corner, feeling a little ridiculous. Nevertheless, she knew that he would discover her pussy drenched when he checked. She tried to guess what he was doing, but he was too quiet. After what seemed like forever, his voice cut across the room.

“Come here, Beverly.”

She turned around to see that the desktop had been cleared. Derek was standing behind it, holding a pair of handcuffs. Her heart stopped; he was going to handcuff her? She walked slowly over.

“Stand in front of the desk,” he commanded.

Once she was there, he told her to bend over. She did. He took her hands and placed them behind her back, then cuffed her. She was now bent over the desk, hands cuffed in place on her back. She wouldn’t be able to get up easily. The desk was just wide enough that her head hung off the edge where the chair was. Derek stepped back and was silent. She craned her neck to look over her shoulder. He was admiring his handiwork.

“Eyes front,” he told her, and she complied. He stayed back there for a while, just watching her. Beverly pictured herself; bent over the desk, hands bound behind her back, ass in the air. The thought of him watching her like this made her nipples harden against the mahogany. Finally, he spoke.

“Stay there, young lady. I’ll be right back.”

“What? You can’t leave me like this!” she cried, but his footsteps were already out the door. She heard the outer door to the office close, and then there was silence. What was he doing? What if a janitor or a security guard came in and saw her like this? She wanted to get up, but she was helpless; from her position, she couldn’t get off the desk without falling to the floor. She had no choice but to wait there, exposed and ready for punishment. The nervous feeling in her stomach intensified. What was he going to do to her? She knew it was going to be severe. The minutes ticked by slowly. She felt the air flow between her legs and grew very, very turned on. She longed to have his big cock inside her. Finally, she heard the door open.

“I’m back,” Derek called from the waiting room. “You didn’t move, did you?”

“Very funny,” Beverly retorted.

A resounding THWACK on her ass made her cry out in shock. Derek moved in front of her. “The correct answer is ‘no sir,’” he explained, showing her a belt. It was looked old and worn and was folded into a loop.

Beverly gasped. “Oh no, please don’t use that,” she pleaded.

“I’m afraid you don’t get much say in the matter,” he said down to her. He walked back behind her. “We don’t have much time. Let’s get started.”

“Derek, please-” the belt crashed into her ass again, taking her breath away.

“You will speak only when I tell you to,” he said. All mirth was gone from his voice.

She hung her head over the edge of the desk. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl. Beverly, you behaved very badly tonight. You disobeyed my by leaving the bathrooms. Then you tried to leave the casino. And then, you talked to a man who I had specifically forbidden you from speaking to. Not only that, you lied to me when I asked you about it. Do you agree that you deserve to be punished?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

He rested the belt on her ass. “I’m going to punish you with this belt. I think you deserve 15 strokes for your behavior tonight.”

He paused, as if waiting to see if she disagreed. She said only, “Yes, sir.”

He raised the belt. “The first two are for leaving the bathrooms.”

He brought it down across her cheeks. THWACK. Beverly yelped in spite of herself. The belt traced a line of fire like nothing she’d ever felt before. He brought it down again, in exactly the same spot as the first time. THWACK. She gasped.

“The next five are for deciding to leave the casino-” his voice darkened – “again.”

She gulped. She didn’t even realize that she had almost made the same mistake – running out of the casino after dark with her emotions high. She felt the belt touch a different part of her backside, then it was gone. THWACK. She yelped. This was unbearable! It was nothing like his hand. THWACK. Fire blazed across her ass. When was the pleasant warmth going to kick in? THWACK. She couldn’t help it; she started to beg.

“Please, Derek, I’m sorry,” she pleaded. “I’m so sorry. Please stop; I won’t do it again.”

Derek hesitated at the note of desperation in her voice. He placed the belt against her cheeks. “Beverly, I’m doing this for your own good,” he said in a resigned tone. “You almost ran right back out into the street, less than 24 hours after almost getting mugged. Maybe this will help you to stop and think twice next time.”

She felt tears start to form at the corners of her eyes. “I know, but I don’t think I can take it. I can’t take ten more, Derek.”

Derek’s voice turned hard. “You can and you will.”

He raised the belt and brought it slicing down. THWACK. Beverly gasped. The tears began to flow freely.

“You know you need this, Beverly. Something has been missing in your life, hasn’t it?” THWACK.

“Yes,” she warbled.

“You’ve always been on your own. That life has made you independent, but also headstrong. You need someone as strong as you to save you from your own bullheadedness.”

Beverly couldn’t believe it; his words rang true.

“These next five are for talking to Will against my explicit command.”

Something flowed through her; a sense of peace that he was going to keep punishing her.

THWACK. She jumped, but that pleasant warmth from before began to radiate through her in spite of the pain. THWACK. She was ashamed of her behavior, but Derek offered her redemption. THWACK. He wasn’t leaving. A powerful need to submit to him coursed through her, a need to let go and put things into his hands. THWACK. Once she found that, she began to feel pleasure. Her groin throbbed with need. She pushed her ass out as much as she could; she would take whatever he decided she needed. The last of the five strokes crashed down directly over her sit spot, sending waves of pain and pleasure through her. Derek paused.

“You still need three more, darling. Can you take it?”

“Yes sir,” she whispered.

“Good. These last three are for lying to me when I asked you why you weren’t at the bathroom.”

THWACK. The pain was exquisite, racing from her burning backside straight to her wet pussy. THWACK. She shuddered, but remained perfectly still. Finally he brought down the last stroke with extra force, sending delicious vibrations throughout her. She sighed in contentment, then it was quiet. She lay across the desk, bound and vulnerable, completely at peace.

This is a work in progress. I will post an update when it is ready and available for download!