A few days later

It doesn't take long until you do see Amber in her new outfits. She looks stunning, as always, and to your surprise, the clothes she picked out are tight and revealing, nothing like the normal clothes she wears. They must make her feel confident and sexy, and you definitely aren't against them, so you don't say anything. Besides, who else is even going to see her in them. It's not like she is going out in public wearing them. Today's outfit is a black dress with a white collar. The dress is tight, clinging to her curves, and especially her fat ass and thick thighs, the material looking like it was almost painted on. The neckline is a V-neck and her large breasts show off a mouthwatering amount of cleavage, almost threatening to break free.

You're **** to leave her when she is looking as sexy as that, but duty calls, and soon you're on your way to work. You're only a couple hours from being done with the day when you get a phone call from Amber. When you answer, you can hear her crying on the other end. "What's wrong?" you ask, quickly standing up at your desk with concern on your face.

"Mr. Caldwell he-" she starts sobbing again. "Please, just come home," she begs.

"I'm on my way." Rage floods through your entire body as you race home, flying through the streets like a demon. You arrive home in half the time it usually takes you to commute, your mind whirling at what possibly could have happened. You nearly break down the door when you arrive home, and almost as soon as you do, Amber throws herself into your arms. "What happened?" you demand, but she is so incoherent, you don't understand a word she is saying. The only thing you can make out is a single phrase, 'he hit me.' She must have been crying a while because the front of her dress, especially her cleavage, is soaking wet. Well, there is only one other person in this house, and you are about to demand some answers. You put Amber off to the side and march over to the room where you know Mr. Caldwell is and bust open the door where the older man is calmly sitting at his desk.

"Yes? Can I help you, Luke?" He asks calmly.

Your eyesight is almost tinted red. "Amber says you hit her," you say between clenched teeth. "Is it true?" You almost don't want to wait for him to lie before pummeling him into the floor.

"Of course," he responds, his frankness taking you off guard. "She messed up badly, wasting hours of my work, and she had to be punished." By now, Amber had made her way up as well, and was standing next to you silently. "I can't really deduct her pay or drop the case, so I did what any older person would do when a young one is misbehaving. I spanked her."

The way he says it so straightforward and matter of fact takes you off guard. You don't even know how to respond at first. You just dumbly repeat, "You spanked her?"

The older man nods. "Of course. Just a little punishment and the stinging should act as a good reminder not to do it again."

You look confusedly at Amber. "Is that what happened?" you ask, and she nods. You turn back to Mr. Caldwell. "I don't think that's appropriate for you to do," you say, a little spark of the anger coming back.

"Why not? Back in my day, it was common for family friends to spank other people's kids as discipline. Weren't you spanked as a kid?" he asks.

"I mean, I guess I was, but only when I was younger!" Your mind is whirling and when you look at Amber, you can see that she is in a similar state.

"It works for a while after that," he replies. Then he stops and looks dead into your eyes. "What punishment would you suggest for someone in our... unique situation?" When he puts you on the spot, you're stuck, unable to either answer or say anything back. "Exactly," he says after the silences stretches for a while. "But, to be fair, you're her boyfriend. I don't want to overstep my bounds again. Do you think it's an acceptable form of punishment? If not, then I'll need a suitable alternative. Otherwise, I will just have to stop working this case."