6 of the Best Discipline at Work Stories (11 page)

"Right - you can walk from here."  I'm quite happy to walk.  Not
surprisingly it's more comfortable than sitting, although half way home
I become aware that I'm wearing nothing under the skirt and suddenly
feel very self-conscious, as if everyone can see the tell-tale
marks on
my bare arse.  Thankfully I arrive home without meeting anyone I know
and there's an overwhelming feeling of relief as I close the door behind
me.

The rest of the day I couldn't settle on doing anything.  I undressed
and took a long shower.  After that I had to gingerly pat my bottom dry
with a towel before inspecting the marks properly with the aid of a
wardrobe mirror.  The cane had left distinct raised w
h
eals from every
single stroke, although the top two were already becoming blue bruises.

I counted them all, but the last two were really indistinguishable and
made up a much broader and fiercer weal than any of the others.  The
backs of my thighs were still covered in red blotches from where he'd
smacked me and I could now make out finger and palm shapes.  At least
they didn't hurt any longer but after I'd been home several hours and

had
the shower, my bum was still throbbing.

Lastly I noticed with a start the clear
finger marks
on the backs of each
calf - the sting from those smacks hadn't been noticeable for long and
I'd forgotten altogether that he'd slapped me that low down.  God, those
would have been visible to anyone walking behind me on the way home, and
they were unmistakable for what they were!  I thought back - so far as I
remember nobody had walked close enough behind me at any time, but that
nagging, lingering doubt will always be there.

I changed into my night-shirt rather than have any clothes fitting too
closely on my backside and spent the evening lying on the sofa, tummy
down, watching the television.  Thinking about what had happened it was
strange - it had hurt like hell and been really humiliating as well.  On
the other hand it was over with - I had no sense of guilt for the
attempted theft because I had been firmly but fairly punished for it.

At least I wasn't going to have to endure the drawn out shame of a court
appearance and the loss of my job as well.

The next morning I 'phoned my friend
Kirsty
first thing to say I had a
cold and wouldn't be going swimming with her that morning - my regular
swimsuit would have revealed far too much.

At least at work on the Tuesday I could wear trousers, but I still found
myself feeling embarrassed, especially if I had to bend to pick anything
up - it was almost as if I thought everyone knew what had happened or
could somehow see the still-present marks.  As the week went on, the
marks on my legs disappeared and the most of the cane's w
h
eals were
turning to faint bruises.

By the Thursday I was thinking less about what had happened and the
events of a week ago that had led to it.  However thoughts turned that
way again when Mr Brown said he was off to the cash and carry, and would
I be all right for a few hours?

I kept busy around the shop - filling fixtures, checking sell-by dates
and so on, and was just bending to open a case of tinned food when a
hand slapped my bottom none too gently.  Indignant, I stood up and swung
around to face a grinning Mr
Bennett
.

"Still a bit sensitive is it?"  On seeing who it was, I smiled back.

"No thank you - it's still a bit bruised 'though."

"I'm not at all surprised - still, you've learned your lesson have you?"

"Damn right I have.  I won't get caught doing anything as stupid as that
again."  For a second he looked slightly wistful and disappointed.  "Of
course," I went on, hardly believing that it was my own voice I was
hearing "As you said last week, being brought up in a lax atmosphere at
school and home I suppose I'm still going to do some naughty things from
time to time."

"Naturally, well if you ever feel guilty about something you've done and
want someone to talk it over with, I'm sure I could find the time for
some appropriate guidance.  In fact I own a little cottage about 400
yards from that clearing we went to last Sunday, and if you wanted to
come there on your day off sometime we wouldn't be disturbed."

"Hmm... sometime perhaps..."

I'm back at the University for my final year now, but I still
work in the shop on Saturdays and sometimes in the evenings when it's
open late.  Last Tuesday night I was working and helped myself to a
packet of crisps without being asked.  Of course, it's hardly major
theft, but I am a bit worried to find that I still have that
inclination.  It's just as well that, next Sunday, Mr
Bennett
's driving
me out to his cottage for a long talk.

"Sarah, can I see you in my office please?" Angie called from her desk.
Sarah was sat at her desk working away.
Dressed in her usual work attire of tight, slightly faded blue jeans, today matched with a long sleeved white t-shirt, which stretched over the curve of her breasts.
The faint outline of a white lacy bra could be seen if anyone had taken the time to look. The picture completed by her pale complexion and curly blond hair, which draped neatly over the shoulders.

She figured today that it would a fairly normal day at work, no shocks or surprises. When she heard Angie's voice, she recalled that she'd made a mistake earlier, but she'd rectified it quickly enough so didn't think it would be an issue this time. She got up, the visible sliver of red across the top of the jeans slowly disappeared as she pulled them up tightly over her backside. They usually slipped down whilst she was sitting, for some reason she always fidgeted when sat at work. She walked nervously in the direction of Angie's office.

"Take a seat please" said Angie
.

Sarah sat down, her eyes darting around the grey walls of the office, not wishing to look directly at Angie
.
"It's been brought to my attention that another mistake was made earlier, is this correct?" asked Angie.
"
Ummm
...yes, but I did fix it the moment I spotted what I'd done" she replied
"That's good, but do you recall the conversation we had last time this happened?"
"A bit, you said something about making amends for the little mistakes I keep making"
"Exactly, and giving you something to think about the next time you drift off into la-la land and risk making another mistake.
"I've always considered myself to be fair Sarah; firm but fair, wouldn't you agree?" slowly tapping the palms of her hand onto her legs whilst talking
"I guess so" said Sarah nervously, fidgeting again whilst wondering where this conversation was going
"Well, today I think we need to look at the other options available to us, which will help to ensure that you don't repeat these mistakes again"
Angie stood up slowly and walked towards the door, casting her eye quickly over Sarah, a quick glance sufficient to note how tight the top was, too tight for work perhaps? The way Sarah was sat also emphasised the tightness of the jeans around her crotch, 'as if encasing her pussy in some kind of denim prison' she mused.
She pushed the door to, ensuring that it was properly closed. Whilst pulling the blind down she said "Stand up please Sarah"
Sarah stood up whilst Angie walked towards the window, again forced to put her hands to the side of her jeans to affect a quick tug to slip the faded blue back over the escaping red. Angie adjusted the blind to ensure it was fully closed, no-one would be able to see in.
"Do you mind moving the chair out of the way, put it in the corner would probably be best"
She pushed the chair into the corner, the coasters gliding over the faded and formerly plush carpet of the office
Angie was pacing slowly behind Sarah, her eyes again taking the time to look her up and down. Black leather boots completed Sarah's attire, the heels being at least a couple of inches, ones that ended just below the knee. They appeared to emphasise her denim clad shapely legs, the tight buttocks as Sarah nervously stepped on the spot:
"Now Sarah, I'd like you to stand up straight facing my desk"
She positioned herself in front of Angie's dark mahogany desk, this was one element they hadn't scrimped on when refitting the office. The dark polished mahogany contrasted nicely with
the albeit
faded carpet. She looked around the office, still not wishing to look at Angie.
"Place your hands on the desk please"
Slowly,
Sarah placed both palms flat onto the desk. Her hands had been sweating a little since she'd arrived, so when placed on the desk a slight, sheen transferred onto the wood. "Angie, I know I made a mistake and everything, but what has this got to do with me learning?" she asked, her stepping between feet was becoming more of a distraction to Angie. She was going to relish what was coming.
"Follow my simple directions Sarah and you'll find out very soon" replied Angie, still pacing slowly behind Sarah, slowly swinging her arms as if taking a practice swing in tennis.
"Now Sarah, I was always taught that a little discipline, if applied correctly, was a great way to get people back on track...help them become better people by applying the lessons learned to their daily lives"
"Does this mean you're going to give me a written warning?" queried Sarah
"Not this time, I think we need to explore the other options I mentioned earlier.
"Now I'd like you to keep your hands on the desk, and slowly step backwards until I ask you to stop"
Sarah was puzzled by the request, yet slowly started stepping backwards.
Her sweaty palms causing her hands to slip ever so slightly.
This simple process was sufficient for the already tight blue denim jeans to stretch over her buttocks, whilst pushing her backside out which would give Angie easy acc
ess to what was coming next.
*S
mack*
"Hurry up Sarah, we don't have all day" said Angie
Sarah heard the noise before she felt the pain in her left buttock. A stinging pain she was not expecting. This turned quite quickly into a warm sensation focussed around the area of the impact. Sarah started to stand before Angie rested her hand on her lower back, glimpsing a line of red she'd not spotted previously, peeking out from below the top of the jeans.
"And where do you think you're going?" asked Angie authoritatively
"Well I don't think this is really appropriate" replied Sarah, surprised by her slightly whiny and meek voice "If you're going to give me a warning then fair enough, but not this!" she said haughtily
"Ok then, if that's how you feel then it's probably best if you just packed up your desk whilst I draught up a letter....you're sacked" said Angie abruptly, leaving the decision firmly in Sarah's hands. Which path would she take?
"But...but" came the stammering reply
"Well this is the natural course we need to take. If you're not prepared to consider the options I've made available to you, then the firing option is all we have left. Your track record on making mistakes is all I need to get it signed off". This simple yet effective response had already sealed Sarah to her fate.
The words given with sufficient gravitas that it truly seemed to be the logical option.
Sarah considered this for a moment. It wasn't the best job she'd ever had, but the people were quite nice and she was starting to enjoy the work. Comparing this to having to look for another job, how bad could it be? She took her left hand down to her left cheek, rubbing the denim over the ever warming skin below.
"Ok" said Sarah "If I agree to this...this...alternative, what is going to happen?" It almost felt like signing some form of agreement, as if this would somehow tie her into some form of long term obligation.
"Well, I'll obviously need you to assume the same position before I can
proceed
, so if you don't mind" came the reply, the hint of triumph loud and clear in the tone.
Sarah proceeded to push her buttocks out again, the denim stretching from her calves up to her arse cheeks.
"Now" said Angie "I propose that a simple 12 smacks overall should be sufficient to help bring you back on track. Does this sound reasonable?"
"Um...I guess so...is it going to hurt?"
"Perhaps a little, but this isn't about hurting you Sarah, it's about snapping you out of your ways and trying to instil a little discipline back. Are you ready?" Angie's hand was hovering gently over Sarah's backside, waiting for the final acquiesce before lowering in a smooth and swift downward motion
"Yes" whispered Sarah, dreading the first blow
The first blow from Angie's hand onto Sarah's le
ft cheek came quick and hard
*S
mack*
Before Sarah had a chance to react the same hand was brought down onto the right cheek.
*
S
mack*
There was a brief pause, a respite from the rest to come where the stinging turned ever more slowly into heat, which started to spread through Sarah's backside
*smack*
*smack*
2 more blows, as hard as the first and slightly lower, just above the crease of her bottom. Sarah was wincing a little by the fourth one, partly through the shock of being put in this position along with the new sensations of general flaming that was spreading ever more quickly.
Angie rested her hand on Sarah's left cheek and slowly smoothed it over the denim clad flesh.
Applying gentle pressure over the areas that had previously been struck.
"You see Sarah" said Angie in silken tones, the words fairly dripping from her tongue "we're almost half way there now, and don't you feel more alive already?"
As Angie moved her hand slowly onto the other cheek, repeating the gentle caress Sarah didn't reply. She wanted to hide beneath her blond curls as they slipped over her face. Words weren't sufficient to cover how she felt at this point, at the embarrassment of being bent over a desk at the mercy of her boss.
The heat which seemed to be spreading to in between her legs, confusing Sarah even more.
Surely she wasn't enjoying this, this humiliation?
The next smack came as a surprise, as Sarah was becoming accustomed to Angie's now soothing voice and the hand running smoothly over the denim, causing the pain sensations to dull
*
S
mack*
*
S
mack*
*
S
mack*
*
S
mack*
The four smacks were more gentle, but quick enough to catch Sarah out as she yelped. The glowing sensation emanating from her cheeks wasn't subsiding, it was getting worse, as was the heat between her thighs
"Now Sarah" said Angie, as she stepped behind her gracefully "I think we should try something slightly different for the last four"
As she said this, she reached around Sarah's slim waist, feeling for the button at the top of her blue jeans. Once found, she undid the top button slowly, her fingers digging slighting into Sarah's warm waist. Her fingers slid down gradually before she the top of the zip, by now her fingers could feel the material of Sarah's knickers that had been glimpsed earlier. By now Angie
herself
was feeling a little warm, she shook her head slightly, the dark hair swishing from side to side.
The act of undoing the button was enough to remove some of the tightness from Sarah's jeans, providing some small relief, but not from the tightness that was increasing in her pussy, that strange sensation she never expected to be feeling.
Angie very slowly and very purposefully started to lower the zip, taking the opportunity to drag one finger over Sarah's knickers, by the time she'd reached the bottom she knew that Sarah didn't shave down there, the tight curls pressing beneath the fabric giving the secret away.
Angie quickly and as if with much practice placed her hands on the sides of Sarah's jeans, and proceeded to slowly
peel
them down.
Sarah lifted her head slightly whilst raising her hands to her hips in protest, trying to push Angie's hands away
"Hang on!" cried Sarah, protesting at this violation of decency "This wasn't mentioned earlier"
"This is all part of the same process Sarah; you wouldn't want this lesson to be incomplete now would you?" came the reply, a reply whose tone gave little room for argument having come this far.
"Well no, I guess not, but I also don't want to be semi-naked in your office
!.
What if someone were to come in?
".
By now Sarah was blushing deeply
"They won't Sarah, they know by now that if the blind is down then I'm not to be disturbed" smirked Angie knowingly "Now where
were we
?" Angie was keen to see this through, to
deliver those last few blows in a fitting manner.
Whilst the tight jeans covering Sarah's backside offered up a degree of resistance, to an expert like Angie this crumbled as she applied a few swift tugs and pulls, resulting in Sarah's jeans being around her knees and dropping over her black boots.
Angie was finally able to see what she had glimpsed earlier, a pair of tight red cotton knickers preserving the remains of Sarah' modesty
"How apt!" laughed Angie gleefully "If we had all afternoon I think I could get your arse to match that" The thought alone causing a sense of arousal to sweep slowly through her groin. She was already thinking up other ways she
'd could
get Sarah into her office. Oh well, enough daydreaming she thought.
Sarah blushed deeply again, as if the redness from her knickers had spread up her body to her face. "Is it getting warmer in here or is it me?" she thought
Angie slinked slowly behind Sarah
again,
starting to pull on the sides of the knickers, ensuring the fabric had a smooth surface to cover her backside. Taking a few steps back she soaked up the view.
The taut muscles of her legs stretching up to the protruding, red panty clad bottom, the view only enhanced by the glimpses of reddened flesh showing from the sides.
She couldn't be sure, but it looked like the gusset of Sarah's knickers was turning a slightly darker shade of red, though it could have been the light.
Whilst Sarah was bent over, sweaty palmed hands on the desk, she considered why Angie was taking so long to deliver the final 4 swats. She squeezed her legs together to try and maintain a modicum of decency. She hoped she wasn't looking at her crotch, that would be the height of embarrassment for her
"Down to the last 4 now" said Angie
*
S
mack*
*
S
mack*
There was no warning, no sense that Angie was about to strike. Sarah bit her lower lip and stifled a cry, the accumulated pain now becoming uncomfortable. Without the extra padding the denim had provided, the slaps were felt more keenly, with the hot sting spreading once again from her cheeks to between her legs, where it almost seemed to intensify. She stretched her legs up as if to slow the pain, attempting to reach an arm behind her to stroke the cheeks better.
"Don't fail me now Sarah, with only 2 more to go. Hasn't this been a positive experience? Can't you feel how you've grown as a person?" enquired Angie