A new coffee

"Now I'd like you to get me a new coffee. No spills this time," you tell her sternly. She wiggles one more time and stands, straightening her skirt. Meghan bites her lower lip.

"Yes, Mr. Chandler." She turns to take your cup and walks out of the office very slowly, making sure not to spill.

Three minutes later, she comes back with her light knock. She carefully walks across the room and places the cup on your coaster. She doesn't slop any over the side because the cup has a half inch less coffee in it. When she moves her hands away from the cup, she accidentally knocks a pencil onto the floor. Meghan quickly bends over to pick it up, when you slap her hard on the ass. She squawks but quickly covers her mouth to stifle herself. She waits bent over, one hand on the pencil, one hand over her mouth. You let her wait in anticipation for 30 seconds, and then say, "Stand up."

Meghan turns to you and sort of curtseys, a weak smile on her face.

"Tell me what you've learned today, Meghan."

She straightens her dress and says, "Don't spill or leave a mess, sir."

"What else?"

"Call you Mr. Chandler or Sir, mark your calendar, be on time, and you can fire me at any time."

"Very good. You may go back to work," you say, smiling a little.

She flashes a grin at you, then gets serious. "Thank you, Mr. Chandler. I'll do better." Then she turns and leaves the office.