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I started managing a small team at work a number of years ago. I had success with some of my employees, and less with others, but at the end of the day, the with got done and my bosses were happy. As time progressed and team members changed, I began to get a feel for my strengths and weaknesses as a manager. I found that with most of my employees that I could train them to do the work in the way I wanted, and then set them on projects. It was only when I had to manage idiots or younger women that I seemed to have an issue. I have never been able to stand idiots, so that didn't surprise me, and I did my best to get rid of them as soon as possible. It was the other category, younger women, that was the real issue. I apparently showed my disappointment when something went wrong in a way that seemed to break them almost instantly, causing a spiraling effect of worse and worse performance. One employee described my sigh as devastating, which was a revelation to me. But it wasn't as if I could just transfer them because they were young women. So I started trying to find new ways to communicate and new management methods.
It began with Lilly, a bubbly girl with curly red hair and breasts that were just a tad big on her small frame, and an ass to match. She had been working for me for a couple of months, and while I knew she was smart and capable, her work didn't show it. If things kept up the way they were going, I was going to have to fire her, which I really didn't want to do. I called her into my office after another series of mistakes that meant redoing a day's work. She came in and say across from me, almost in tears.
"Lilly, what happened? We spoke about checking these things last week?"
"I know," she said, starting to cry. "And I did the first time. But I had to change something, and then it got messed up the second time. I was so worried about disappointing you that I just got overwhelmed and missed it."
"What should we do about it?" I asked gently, trying to involve her in the process in the hopes that it would help her.
"I don't know. Why don't you just punish me so that we can just move on."
"Do you think punishing you would help?" I asked, somewhat taken aback by the suggestion.
"Maybe," she responded, shrugging. "At least then I'll know that it's done with, and I won't feel like it's hanging over my head."
"Ok. What kind of punishment do you think would work?"
"I don't know." She laughed. "Maybe what I need is a good spanking."
"Do you think that it would work?" I asked, assuming that her answer would be no, but trying to help her keep thinking.
"Probably. It did when I was younger," cage hey honest reply.
"Is that really what you want? Do you think that it would be helpful for you?" I asked skeptically.
"If it doesn't can we try something else?"
"Of course," I responded without really think.
It was a moment before I realized that I had committed myself to this course.
"Here is what we will do," I said, quickly trying to figure out how to work this. "Take the night to think it over. If you still want to pursue this, send me a message clearly stating what your plan is."
She nodded, already seemingly in a better place, and went back to work. I shook my head, wondering how I got myself into situations like this.
The next morning when I woke up, I had a video message from Lilly.
"Good morning Mr. Jones. I have given a lot of thought to my performance since joining your team, and it is not what I would like it to be. I think that in order to improve my work, I need to be punished for my mistakes. I propose that for a trial period of one month, for each mistake I make, you spank me ten times. I think that to cover previous mistakes, twenty-five spanks could be sufficient, but I will defer to you on this matter. If this matter comes before hr, please be aware that I was in no way coerced, forced, threatened or pressured into this, and that it is my suggestion and Mr. Jones has never acted improperly towards me or any other employee to my knowledge."
I was floored at this. Not only did she actually want to go through with it, but she also did her best to protect me, not that it would have any real weight of there was an issue. As I finished watching the video for a second time to make sure that I understood it, I got an email from Lilly, scheduling a performance review for first thing in the morning. If she did all of her work as efficiently as she did scheduling her punishment, we would never have gotten to this point.
I got to the office early and was waiting at my desk when she knocked at the door.
"Come in and close the door," I told her.
She closed and locked the door before sitting down nervously.
"Are you sure that you want this?"
"Yes."
"Then let's get to it. Stand up and bend over the desk."
She stood up and unbuttoned her jeans.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Spankings need to be done on a bare ass to be effective," She responded as she bent over my desk and pulled her jeans down.
With them came a pair of black lace panties, leaving her callipygian behind completely exposed. I stood up and made my way around the desk. Unable to help myself, I took a moment to appreciate the sight. I had of course noticed her ass before, but attempting to be a decent person, it's not the type of thing that I focused on. Seeing it now in all of its glory, she had an amazing ass, well rounded and smooth.
I took position behind her and said, "As this is your punishment, I expect you to keep track."
Before she had a chance to respond, my hand came down on her ass with a loud SLAP.
She startled and gave a small yelp before saying, "One."
The next one was a bit harder, as I tried to gauge the appropriate strength. The sound rang out a bit louder, as did her count. I was thankful for the soundproofing that had been put in thanks to the heated conversations that some of the other managers had that had been overheard. The next slap hit her other cheek, and then I began alternating between them, giving her an even spread. After she counted ten I stopped. I saw that a number of bright red handprints were scattered across her ass.
"Stand up," I told her, moving around to the other side of the desk again.
She complied, either unaware or uncaring of the fact that this gave me a clear view of her bright red bush. It not having been my intention, I did my best to focus on her face which was flushed.