After these four strokes of the cane and that seance of bare bottom corner time at the Fessée Institute, I read and reread my next lesson.
Then I couldn't sleep, the little wheels between my ears kept repeating, "Well deserved, and if you again have a poor grade it will six strokes, six of the best, and more corner time with your bare decorated butt!"
I again reread my lesson, and still couldn't sleep. Around two in the morning I took a pill, and slept, and couldn't get out of bed. I thought I had hit the snooze, but I must have missed it and cancelled the alarm.
I was late!
I had the Spitfire roar, but didn't speed nor ran a read light, I remember the tawse for that parking offense.
I made up some of the time, but I was still late.
I was booting my computer when my phone rang! It was our bank's manager.
"After yesterdays lesson I thought that you would be on time!"
"I am very sorry Sir..."
"You are definitely lacking self discipline, and I am going to help you."
"Yes Sir..."
"Spell it out !"
"I am lacking self discipline Sir."
"Repeat, please discipline me Sir."
I was already blushing as I repeated, "Please discipline me, Sir."
"Close the blinds of your office and stand in front of your library with your skirt up and your knickers down."
"Yes Sir."
"I will be disciplining you in five minutes."
"Huh... what if someone..."
"If someone comes in you will tell that you are waiting to be disciplined for tardiness!"
"Ah..."
"Understood?"
"Yes Sir."
I dropped the blinds of my little office, lowered my knickers as I faced my library, and held my skirt above my bare bottom, and it felt the more bare as I heard feet approaching my door...Eventually my door was opened, and I skipped a few heart-beeps till I recognized the voice of our manager!
"You were fourteen minutes late, which is nearly three times what would be considered casually late. I will ensure that you have a strong motivation to avoid being late again."
He pulled a chair in front of my desk and led me across his knees. He readjusted my skirt so has to fully expose my bare bum and further tugged down my knickers. I tightly closed my legs as if I could hide anything from his gaze.
Then it was a slow methodical spanking of my butt and upper thighs. I soon frantically pedaled my legs and muffled a few ohs and ahs although I imagined how nearby colleagues couldn't ignore the loud smacks.
It went on and on and my bum jiggled and wriggled under the punishing smacks, and when it was the turn of my thighs to feel the chastising smacks I shamefully pedaled my legs and exposed my fuzzy peach.
I eventually couldn't help a number of louder ohs and ahs, but it wasn't over!
"Fourteen minutes late, one hundred and forty smacks, one hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three..."
The last forty smacks were incandescent, and I loudly sang,
"OH! AIE! OUCH!
I promised to always be on time and to better apply myself.
AIEEEEEEE!"
He helped me up, and both my hands flew to rub my blazing butt.
"Stop that rubbing, pull up your knickers, adjust your skirt and back to work!"
I had no doubt that my colleagues had heard of my concerto, and those who hadn't must have been told about it. I imagined.
"Abi was late this morning, and the boss gave her a super spanking, and by the sound of it there's no doubt it was on the bare!"
I kept to my office, and was thankful that my door remained closed. I stayed in for lunch, only took the opportunity of the office being deserted to visit the loo. I quickly raised my skirt and lowered my knickers to have a look in the mirror above the sinks.
"Whoa! Its so red, and still tingling. Mom or Pop never gave me such a severe spanking. I again had that pesky little voice nagging me.
"You're a big girl now and that's a big girl's spanking, and its well deserved!"
Abigail
To be continued...
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