VI. The Interruption
(This is a fantasy containing spanking and humiliation. If you do not enjoy reading this type of story please do not read it. Some readers do not understand the difference between fiction and real life. It is all in fun. :) Thank you to my editor you know who you are.)
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BUZZZZZZZ!!! BUZZZZZZ!! The intercom interrupted my thoughts. I was in the middle of preparing a proposal to supply Internet software to a large company and had told my administrative assistant that I did not wish to be disturbed.
"This had better be important young lady," I said over the intercom.
My 45 year old administrative assistant, Elizabeth Delany knew she was in trouble whenever I addressed her as "young lady."
She started to stutter, as she talked into the intercom. "It's its about my daughter Cassie. She is in trouble at college and I need your help."
"No Missy what you need is a lesson in obedience bring your hairbrush and come here. I am going to tan your bare backside," I said it loud enough into the intercom, so all 6 girls who worked for me would hear it.
"But, but I'm...," She stuttered.
"Do you wish me to spank you in front of everyone? Not another word," I ordered.
Elizabeth quickly got her hairbrush from her purse, where she was told to keep it, and walked to my office. She could see the girls she supervised whispering and giggling. She realized they were talking about her and her face turned a bright red. She felt as if she were headed to the principal's office.
She knocked on the door and quietly let herself inside. I was still studying the proposal and didn't even glance up from my work. The ritual was always the same, not a word needed to be spoken. She walked to the middle of the room, still holding the hairbrush, and put her toes on the line.
The line was a long white strip of tape on the hardwood floor about 5 feet from my desk directly in the center of the room. This is where all of the girls stand that are about to be spanked, while they waited for my instruction. Sometimes I made them stand a few minutes and they were spanked quickly. Other times I would send them to the spanking corner, as I liked to call it, to await punishment. All of the girls wished for a speedy end to the spanking. It all depended on the time I had, and the seriousness of the offense.
Elizabeth put her toes on the line, heels together, head up, hands at her side. She hoped she would be spanked immediately without the additional humiliation of corner time. It was bad enough being spanked, at age 45, by a man 15 years younger than her and corner time was such a juvenile form of punishment.
After 5 minutes, I glanced over my reading glasses and could see the embarrassment in Elizabeth's face. She knew she had disobeyed and she also knew she was to be spanked, but hated the anticipation. I decided to make her wait a few more minutes.
"Panties down young lady," I ordered.
Elizabeth looked at me. The butterflies in her stomach grew larger. Her breathing became short and quick with excitement. Her knees grew weak, almost shaky. She tried to avert her eyes from me.
"Don't look away. Pay attention and do as you are told. Pull your panties down or do I have to do it for you?" I said.
"No Sir," She answered her voice very low, as she stepped back off the spanking line.
I rose to my feet and quickly walked the three or four steps to where Elizabeth stood. I took the hairbrush from her hand and said "get back on the spanking line."
Elizabeth took a step towards me her knees were shaking in anticipation of what was to come. We were only inches apart when I commanded her to turn around.
She turned towards me as I put my hand firmly on the back of her neck to steady her. My hands moved to her shoulders, then down her arms, finally coming to rest on her hips. My hands dropped lower to the hem of her yellow knee length skirt. I reached under her dress to the waistband of her panties and slowly lowered them to below her hem line, between her knees and ankles.
"Don't let them drop any lower," I said. "I like the way they look right there."
She had to spread her knees slightly to keep the yellow bikini undies tight and in place. I swatted her with the hairbrush right across her skirt covered backside and ordered her to stand in the corner.
She yelped and rubbed her skirted backside. She had to half waddle and half walk, as she didn't want her bikinis to slip any lower.
"Put your nose against the wall, tuck the back of your skirt into the waistband and put your hands on top of your head. I want you to concentrate on the spanking you are going to receive, and I want you to explain to me why you disobeyed my orders. Is that understood, missy?" I asked firmly.
"After I finish tanning your bare fanny, you will definitely follow my orders in the future. You won't be sitting comfortably for a long time. I am not happy with you." I said my voice firm and low.
Elizabeth started to sob, she felt so humiliated being talked to as if she was a little girl. She stood with her nose plastered to the wall, her skirt up to her hips and her bikini at her knees. She knew her humiliation was far from over. She almost wished for the spanking to begin, anything was better than being in this position.
I was in no hurry. I was enjoying seeing her in this position. I continued for the next 30 minutes to work on my proposal. I finally announced: "Elizabeth go get the spanking chair place it in the center of the room and stand directly in front of it."
Elizabeth moved as quickly as possible with her panties still at her knees. She placed the chair as directed and stood at attention in front of the chair.
"Now young lady, do you have any excuse for disobeying my orders," I said as I sat down on the chair.
"Yes Sir" She answered.
"What is it?"
"Well, my daughter Cassie is in danger of losing her college scholarship and I wanted your advice," She sobbed.
