Author's Note
A huge thanks must be given to Meg. Without her infinite patience and tolerance this story would have been incomplete and unworthy of posting.
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"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, steamy 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 access to what was coming next.
*smack*
"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 left cheek came quick and hard
*smack*