(a fantasy)
I am the sole owner of a small internet software company. Over the past two years our business has increased 500%. The business was started in my home part-time and now is a full-time business with clients in the continental US. We are located in a small town in the Northeast. I have 6 full-time women on my staff to handle customer service, billing, software distribution, and an administrative assistant.
My office is situated in the far corner of the building. My administrative assistant, Elizabeth Delany, is located outside my office. She can see and hear the other six women employees down the hallway. My name is Bill Gray, I am 31 years old, and my assistant is 45 years old and has been employed for 2 years. The other employees range in age from 24 to 38 years old.
It was Friday afternoon a few minutes before five o'clock, when Ms. Delany paged me on the intercom.
"Mr. Gray, there is a young lady here to see you," she said.
"Send her in, Ms. Delany," I said.
I heard the knock on the door and there stood Susan Baker. Susan was about 5:4, weighted 120 pounds, was 32 years old and one of my best employees. Why was she in my office at quitting time, when all of the other girls were leaving? She was here because Susan was about to get a tanning on her bare fanny.
The rule in my company is that if any of the girls do anything wrong, they do not get fired or reprimanded, they get spanked. Of course, if they don't wish to be spanked they can leave the company; I have a waiting list to join. The reason, I pay 25% better than any other company nearby, I pay all benefits, and my employees start with 4 weeks vacation. For these benefits I demand exceptionally high quality work, no tardiness, and a strict dress code. Ms. Delany enforces these rules and sends any violators to see me Friday at 5:00PM.
I continued working at my desk, while Susan fidgeted from foot to foot, like a student in front of her principal. After about five minutes, I took my glasses off and looked directly at Susan.
"Well, Young Lady, I haven't seen you in here at this hour in awhile. What seems to be the problem?" I knew the problem, but wanted to make her feel like a youngster in front of her daddy.
"I was late twice this week, Sir," She answered.
"Do you not know we have a rule about tardiness, Missy," I said.
"Yes sir, but I had car trouble."
"You know that is not an acceptable excuse, you could have called one of the girls, who live close by. Isn't that correct, young lady?" I stated.
"Yes Sir."
"Do you know what the punishment is for being late, young lady?" I questioned.
Here she was 32 years old being treated like a juvenile, having to answer questions about her behavior as if she were 10.
"Yes sir."
"What is it," I asked.
"A spanking on my bare bottom, Sir," Susan knew I required full sentences for all answers.
"Okay, young lady, go wait in the corner, pull your dress up to your waist, lower your panties and wait for your spanking, while I finish up some paperwork," I ordered.
"Please sir, I won't be late again, Pleasssse don't spannnk me," Susan began to whine.
Sue knew she had made a mistake and started to turn towards the corner. I wasted no time going around my desk and grabbing Susan's wrist I sat down on the nearest straight back chair and pulled her over my lap. Her head was to my left nearly touching the floor. Her skirted bottom was firmly across my lap, and to my right her shapely legs were straight and the tips of her high heels dug into the rug.
"I expect obedience young lady," I say.
The flat of my palm came down soundly on her skirt covered bottom. Even so I knew she felt my hard swat through her skirt. I started to spank her again and again, first one cheek then the other. When I had spanked her 10 times, I slowly reached for the hem of her blue dress and slip and started to pull them up.
"Please, don't .....can't you leave my skirt down?" She sobbed.
"Susan you know the rule all tannings are given on the bare bottom," I know she knew the rule and was wondering why she was complaining.
