I left Mr Burlington's office still sniffling, and with both hands rubbing my skirted bottom. Then I saw two legal assistants with sarcastic grins, and felt my upper cheeks glowing with shame.
I went to the nearest loo, to sooth my incandescent derriere with a wet flannel and dried my eyes. Then I refrained from rubbing my bum as I went down the grand staircase, and came across two accountants, they had the same sarcastic grins. I was again red face as I realized how the whole building must have heard me bawling like a well punished schoolgirl.
I was glowing when I entered our office, and was relieved that my colleagues didn't have sarcastic grins. They greeted me with warm smiles, and questions. It was no use trying to tap dance. I pitifully admitted. "I was spanked, and my bottom is still on fire."
Anna warmly smiled. "Welcome to the BBBC!" She giggled, and translated the acronym. "Burlington Burning Botty Club!" With that I recovered my smile.
I wriggled in my chair all morning. I twice reread all my work while the words of Mr B echoed, 'next time you will be spanked in front of your colleagues, and I will take down your knickers.'
My colleagues paid for my lunch, and giggled while offering me a second dessert although my thighs had kept their natural color. "Its for your first tanning!"
Later, back home, I could again sit without wriggling, and I didn't tell Mom an Pop about my first spanking. After dinner I found my old Oxford Guide to English Grammar.
I woke up in the middle of the night, I had fell asleep between two pages about the preterit. I mused, you will have to do better or your bottom will pay the price of your laziness.
Next morning, the tall mirror of my bathroom showed that my derriere had recovered its peachy color. I wore another shorter skirt, and Mom frowned, I told her that I am wearing the longest skirt of the office.
Betty and I ran to catch the tram, her mini, shorter than mine flew, a few schoolboys wolf whistled. We sat next to two old biddies who were mumbling, "belt their thighs, and they will keep their skirts down!" Betty laughed, "How's your butt?" I blushed crimson as I shushed her.
For the next two weeks I only made one or two mistakes out of my weekly quota of four. Each week Mr B had sent me an email with compliments, "...you are learning, well done!" I was quite proud of myself. I mused, maybe you had needed to be spanked to apply yourself...
At night I dreamed... what if you did a year of paralegal training after your secretarial school... that would for sure be better than being a mere secretary...
A day later, Mr Burlington entered our office, and he looked as if smoke was coming out of his ears. He bellowed. "Maria! It isn't the first time that I told you to check the references! The letter for Anglia Machinery should have mentioned article 37 paragraphs B and C, not 27-C-D. I understand about typos, but three mistakes into one reference is asking for my tawse across your bare bottom."
She blushed as she stammered "Ah... huh... I am ve... ve... very sorry... Sir."
She didn't have time for more. "Skirt and knickers off!"
She was red face as she obeyed. As soon as she had dropped her frilly pink knickers on her desk she covered her muff with both hands, and kept her head down.
"Hands on top of your head!" She couldn't blush any redder, and I blushed as well.
Then we followed her to the secretariat's back room, and she leaned over the strange contraption which had intrigued me on my first day.
Next was a resounding SMACK!, and I discovered that a tawse is a triple belt.
She echoed that with a very convincing. "AIEEEEEE!" And kept her legs tightly closed.
After two of the same to her bum she got one across her upper thighs. Then Mr Burlington changed side, and three more warmed her butt from the left side, before concluding with another one to her thighs. This time she did a stomping dance which revealed what she had tried to hide.
Her following, OUCH! and OUCHEEE! were evidence that she was well convinced to better reread her work.
She was told to stand in the corner with her hands above her head for twenty minutes. Her bum and her upper thighs were crimson, and she danced on the spot into her corner. I imagined that her derriere must have been as hot as the Hades.
When the buzzer rang she hurriedly rubbed her glowing bum before pulling up her skirt. Then she hung her frilly knickers to the peg by her filing cabinet. They were in plain view to whoever would be visiting our office, and there could be no doubt that is was her knickers since that filling cabinet was attached to her desk. I couldn't help looking at my own filling cabinet and the same peg.
Anna answered my silent question. "It is said that Sally invented the miniskirt challenge, and Lucy dared her to go bare butt after a skelping."
She wriggled in her chair as she edited that letter, and once she had emailed it she rushed to the lavatory. I had no doubt that she was further rubbing her incandescent derriere with a wet flannel.
An hour later it was time for lunch. As yesterday we went to the local food court where they take the generous Burlington lunch vouchers. We shared the cost of Maria's meal, plus an extra dessert.
Lisa and co
To be continued...
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