There was an electricity in the air when Mike entered the office the next morning.
"Good morning Mike," Maria greeted him with her usual wide smile. "Congratulations, I heard the Princeton's signed their offer. Your dad is going to be so proud."
Mike slipped past the steel reception desk trying to play it cool as he smiled back at Maria and headed to the bullpen where his cube was located. He caught up on his email and then headed to the break room where he ran into his sister and Stacy. Stacy wore a conservative tan suit coat over a white blouse and grey skirt today, nothing like the curve hugging ensemble she wore to the previous day's showing.
"Congrats, killer. Sounds like that Princeton deal is going to close. You must be excited," she chided him with a punch to the shoulder.
"Mike, I need to see you in my office," his father's voice barked over the intercom system.
"Sounds urgent. Catch you later, killer." Stacy slapped Mike's butt with a backhand as he began a slow march out of the breakroom. As he walked through the hallway, he could hear the other employees in the bullpen heckling him. When he reached his father's office, he could tell his father wouldn't have found their jokes funny.
"We've got a serious situation to handle, Mike. You see, one day you might run this company. Unless your sister beats you to it. That means you need to understand that you have keep your employees under your thumb. Just a few rule breakers can ruin this for everything. I'm sorry but I need you to stay in here while I handle this." His father reached for his phone and dialed an extension. "Maria, can you come see me."
His father glared at him while they waited in silence.
Maria leaned in the doorway a few minutes later. "How can I help you, Mr. Emerson?"
"Can you close the door, Maria?" his father flatly requested. "No need to sit down," he added as she began to slip into one of his office chairs after closing the door. "Now, Maria, you know I'm a stickler for rules."
"Of course. The rules exist for a reason," Maria replied with a tremble to her voice.
"I'm glad you understand. Mike, please go stand next to the window behind me. Maria, I'm going to have to ask you to bend over the desk.."
Mike's heart raced. He couldn't believe the words he was hearing from his father's mouth. He complied with the command and stood at the back of the office with statuesque rigidity. Maria slowly lowered her hands to the desk and then slid them forward until they reached the other side. Her mountainous butt cheeks were nearly bursting from her tight red skirt.
"Does he have to stay for this?" She asked, staring up at Mike with big green eyes.
"I'm afraid so. It's the only way he'll learn. Now, please lift up your skirt."
Mike's heart skipped another beat as he looked down at Maria's long straight brown hair that fell across her blushing face. After a long pause, she reached down to the hem of her knee-length skirt and pulled it up to her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties and he could see the tops of her plump tan butt cheeks. He tried to stay calm as the erotic tension in the room skyrocketed.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Emerson?"
"Mike, come over here."
Rounding the desk, Mike pulled up behind Maria and looked down at her backside with his father. Her brown lower folds were visible from this angle, pinched between her tight tan thighs.
"See, no panties at all," His father said, gesturing toward Maria's backside. "You know there's a dress code, Maria. Administrative staff must wear underwear. Now I'm going to have to show Mike how we punish people who break rules."
"If you must," she replied with a note of resignation.
"Mike, take this key and go open the cabinet in the back corner." His father handed him a small key from his pocket and Mike used it to unlock the double doored metal cabinet and then gasped when he saw its contents. Inside the cabinet hung whips, flogs, canes, and vibrators of various shapes and sizes. "Bring me the wood paddle."
Mike found the square shaped wooden implement with a few wide holes cut into it hanging from the top of the cabinet and retrieved it for his father. He returned to his place at his father's side as his father got into position on the other side of Maria's bottom with the small paddle in hand.
"I don't know why you insist on being such a bad girl, Maria. You could really go places if you shaped up," his father lectured before delivering the first blow to her bare butt cheeks.
"Oooh!" she cooed as the first blow landed. Mike was starting to pick up on the idea that this wasn't the first time these two had played out this scenario. In fact, as another smack landed and rippled through Maria's ass, Mike realized she was definitely enjoying this. She moaned in ecstasy as his father landed another blow and sticky fluids were beginning to drip from her tight lower lips.
"Now, do you understand me this time?" Mike's father asked after landing one more blow.
"Oh, Mr. Emerson, I promise I'll be good," Maria panted. Her ass prominently featured several red squares where his father had struck her. She did not move, remaining bent over the desk while her chest rapidly rose and fell.
"That's enough for now. If you need to relieve yourself, I'll allow it," MIke's father added.
"Thank you, sir," came Maria's reply. While Mike and his father watched from behind, she quickly moved a hand to her swollen vulva and pressed her fingers between her lips and then rubbed herself aggressively until the desk was rocking from her movements. She finished with a quiet shriek and then slumped onto the desk before removing her dripping fingers from her folds. Mike's father crossed around to the back of his desk, opened a drawer, and then produced a singular tissue he offered her for cleanup before she straightened her skirt and headed out the door.
"Thanks for your assistance, Mike. You can go back to your cube."
His father made a line for the open cabinet and carefully stored the paddle. Mike stumbled out the door, his hormones still racing from watching Maria's paddling. He found his throat parched and turned to head back to the break room for relief.
