Not Quite

You look at Kinsley intently, studying her face. On the one hand you can tell by her eyes and her shaking voice that she is very contrite for her mistakes and her willingness to let someone else approve her work is a big step for the stubborn redhead; however on the other hand you have had this issue at least once a week for quite some time and you're quite tired of having to constantly take time out of your busy day to address it.

"Kinsley, I appreciate your sincere apology," you begin, "and you shall send your reports to Ms. Major for proofreading in the future. However, you are wrong about one thing."

"Sir?" Kinsley inquires confused.

"You will not fix this report right away. There is something you must do first. Since this has been a recurring event, I am going to punish you before you fix this report."

"I understand sir." Kinsley replies, defeated.

After being your secretary for over a year now she certainly knows the drill. She promptly removes her shirt, followed by her pants and lays them neatly folded on the end table in the sitting area of the office. Once she has removed her outer layers she removes her bra and plaid St. Rose panties and places them with the clothes.

"What will it be sir?" She asks, her eyes sinking to the floor.

"Over the arm of the love seat. Six with the cane." you reply as Kinsley moves into her position over the edge of the sofa and you grab the cane from the wardrobe.

You position yourself behind Kinsley and take a moment to admire her form. Her tight, firm bottom is sticking up in the air, presenting itself beautifully, begging to be spanked. Upon further inspection you can see a faint pink hue on her bottom from where you cave her a sound hairbrushing just two days ago. Her mound peeks out below her bottom, the shaved pink lips welcoming a large cock.

You raise the cane back with your right hand and with a flick of the wrist swing it into Kinsley's tensed bottom.

Vip. Strike one hits at the very top of her cheeks, leaving a bright red line across the poor girls bottom. Kinsley winces a bit at the initial hit, but she knows better than to move out of her position.

Vip. Strike two lands a half inch below the previous mark. You continue to expertly deliver your cane upon Kinsley's bottom, each strike exactly a half inch below the one before. Your marksmanship would make even the best Marine sniper envious.

Vip.

Vip.

Vip.

Vip. The sixth and final strike lands at the very bottom of Kinsley's sit spot, and sends her up over the arm of the sofa, leaving her feet momentarily before falling back onto her heels. Kinsley lets out a yelp and cant help but yell about how much it hurts. She wouldn't dare leave her position without permission. You rub your hand over her sore bottom gently for a moment, admiring the cane marks you've administered. Placing the same hand on your shoulder you lean in and whisper in her ear.

"Ten minutes in the corner, no rubbing your bottom or I'll break out the hairbrush."

Kinsley obeys immediately and walks to the empty corner of the room that you reserve for punished girls. She places her nose in the corner and both hands upon the top of her head, Her reddened bottom displayed for all to see.