Several years ago I worked in a warehouse in the local area. My job was that of data processor. I was responsible for a lot of data entry, invoicing and running jobs as they were requested. My boss was a woman in her mid-thirties named Diana. She was fairly tall, about five-nine, blond hair and piercing brown eyes. Diana had a nice, well proportioned figure that had the curves in all the right places. Occasionally she would wear a tight leather skirt to work. All the men looked forward to these days because it really showed off her beautiful, rounded bottom. On these days she would usually wear a low cut blouse. At some point during the day she would manage to give me a peak down her blouse to reveal that she was wearing a black bra. I imagined that she was wearing panties and garter belts to match.
On one of the mornings that she came in dressed in this manner. I was on the phone with my girlfriend, which had been a frequent occurrence for a couple of weeks. We had been having problems with our relationship and she had been calling me at work at least once every day. On this day as she walked in on her initial tour of the warehouse and office, Diana walked by the computer room and stopped briefly to observe me on the telephone. The conversation was becoming a little heated and I realized I had to control myself. Diana left and continued on her morning tour. She believes in the principal of "Management By Walking Around." She usually has a pretty good idea of what is going on in the work place.
I finally got off the phone and attempted to do my job. I felt I was really under a lot of stress. The work load was increasing and the problems with my girl had caused my usual pin-point accuracy to suffer. This angered customers and caused dissension within the work place.
As a result of these problems I had to stay late on this day and try to catch up. One by one and in groups my co-workers left and eventually the only ones remaining were Diana and me.
Presently the intercom light on my telephone came on and the instrument beeped. I picked up the receiver to find out what Diana wanted. She asked me to come and see her in her office and I told her I would be right in.
The door to her office was open I walked in and saw Diana sitting behind her desk in her rather imperious manner. She did not ask me to sit down so I just stood before her desk as she fixed me with a rather intense stare.
"Joe, I've called you in to discuss your performance over the past two weeks," she said.
"Oh?" I said as I felt my stomach tighten and my penis shrink.
"Last week I mentioned this to you and you said you would work on it. From what I've seen the problem has only gotten worse," she said sternly.
"I've been really trying, Diana."
"Trying isn't good enough. Our salesmen and our customers have been calling to complain about the errors. The employees are on edge as it is with the extra work and your mistakes have aggravated the morale problems and have hurt productivity. On top of this, I have seen you on the phone several times with that girlfriend of yours when you should be hard at work. Now, what have you got to say for yourself?"
"Well, Diana, I know I've had my problems lately, but with the increased work load and my problems with my girlfriend I have been somewhat distracted, so this may have lead to some of these difficulties."
"Everyone else has been doing their share of the extra work without problems or complaints and as for that bitch you call a girlfriend, you have let your personal life interfere with your work and this is unacceptable," Diana said as she stood up and walked around the desk to where I was standing and stood facing me still pummeling me with her stare.
"By rights I should fire you!"
"But, Diana, I need the job and this is just a temporary lapse," I pleaded.
"That may be, but I can not let things go on as they are. Therefore, if you want to remain employed here you will submit to a spanking right now."
"No!" I exclaimed as I stood there aghast. The butterflies were working at my stomach again, but this time my penis was starting to harden.
"The choice is yours, Joe. If you think this is a good job and you want to keep it then you better take your pants down."
