Wearing a pair of jeans would have been safer, but that was unthinkable. I remembered Mrs Burlington having told Betty and I, that she would sent us back home with a burning bottom if we came dressed as truck drivers.
Maria teased her colleague. "Did your boyfriend kiss your bum?"
She blushed crimson, and we understood that he had indeed kissed it. Maria laughed. "Good! Its the least he could do for having made you late, and Mrs B giving you the belt for that."
I day dreamed that I would love to have a boyfriend kissing my bum. Betty must have read my mind as she teased. "Don't forget the part about the bare butt belting!"
Then my machine chimed, "You've got mail!" It was Mr Burlington. "Lisa! If you continue making silly spelling and grammar mistakes, I will spank you as a lazy schoolgirl. From today, and till the end of the week, I am granting you a credit of four mistakes, it you exceed that quota you will be spanked!"
I quickly answered, "Yes Sir. I am sorry Sir. I will better apply myself! Respectfully, Lisa." As I pressed sent, I realized that I had promised to improve my spelling, and formally agreed to be punished if I didn't. Mr B's words echoed between my ears. "You will be spanked!"
I was very careful, and before the end of the day I got another email from Mr Burlington. "You only have two mistakes left on your quota!"
Next morning Anna was back to wearing one of her usual miniskirts, and Maria's mini looked even shorter. Betty and I were quite surprised to see them kneeling on the floor next to their desks, and measuring the distance between the hem of their skirts and the floor.
Maria summed up,"Twenty two cm for you and only nineteen for me, you win!"
Anna explained. "We have an ongoing miniskirt competition. I won, Maria will be paying for my lunch. Would you like to compete?"
Betty didn't hesitate, and her mini was seventeen cm above the floor. I wasn't too enthusiastic, but they teased me, and my skirt was measured at a prudish twelve cm from the floor.
I blushed as they further teased. "How do you expect to catch a boy with such a nun's skirt!" I eventually agreed to compete, but I had to ask about the belting, and wearing such a short mini. Anna laughed! "Lets call it occupational hazard!"
Maria added. "If you apply yourself you won't be belted, and if you have the shortest mini of the day you will also get a free lunch!"
Betty reasoned. "Its quite an incentive to be a good girl!"
I blushed as I asked. "What if you had your thighs smacked?"
Anna was again laughing. "Then you will be extra careful to keep your skirt down, and we'll pay for you to have an extra dessert!"
Maria must have seen that I was confused and explained. "Its a tradition, it is said that to have been started by Sally and Lucy, tow of the legal assistants from upstairs. They were competing, and spiced it up with the challenge of wearing the shortest mini and taking the risk of showing their reddened thighs if they failed to do their best."
Anna giggled. "I wasn't careful enough, and Josh had an eyeful, and he's now my boyfriend!"
"AH!"
Maria added. "Ask yourself, do you want to be a cashier at a supermarket or a secretary?"
With that the little wheels between my ears spun. "One can't have an omelette without breaking a few eggs... I don't want to be a cashier... I want a boyfriend... I have to improve my spelling and grammar or I'll fail... Anyway its too late to back out, you already agreed about being spanked for your mistakes..."
I decided to go along with my colleague's miniskirt competition, and the next day I was wearing a shorter skirt. Betty won over Anna with 23 cm. I guessed I'll never be able to wear such a short skirt without blushing as a peony every time someone watches my legs.
We had barely started our day when I had an email from Mr Burlington. "Lisa, ten mistakes, and they aren't typos, they are all about spelling and grammar. I am going to give you the spanking I promised you. I am waiting for you in my office!"
I had a loud "OH!" and my colleagues rushed to read my screen. "You better not keep him waiting!"
I had butterflies on steroids in my tummy as I knocked on the door with the gold plate. I wanted to again go to the loos, but I heard, "Come in!"
I stood in front of his desk with a blush while he lectured me. "Mrs Pearson, your Principal at the Secretarial School told me that you barely made the grade for your second year. She added that it is a pity that she couldn't give you a good belting!"
I was tugging down my short skirt, and blushing the more as he said. "Today you won't be getting a belting, only a spanking, let it be a warning! Raise your skirt, and come over my knees like a naughty schoolgirl!"
For a few very very long nanoseconds I was frozen on the spot. I was in front of the Rubicon. I felt myself glowing as I slowly raised my skirt, he helped bend over his knees.
The little wheels between my ears were again spinning. You had it coming... You are going to get it... I have never been spanked... How much will it hurt? You are soon going to find out!
Two loud smacks, and I echoed them with AIE! and OUCH!
After those two it was a concerto!
It was a burning inferno! I was wriggling my bum to avoid the fiery smacks, but Mr B was firmly holding me, and I couldn't escape any of them. I felt like I had received a thousand of those scorching smacks.
As soon as I was allowed to stand both my hands went to rub my incandescent butt, and Mr Burlington issued a stern warning.
"That was long overdue. You better apply yourself, next time you will be spanked in front of your colleagues, and I will take down your knickers!"
"Sniff... sniff..."
"Keep your skirt up, and face that wall with your hands atop your head".
Lisa and co
To be continued...
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