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"For the first column you will write, 'I will not be late for work,'" Jared instructs, extending the marker for her to grab. Rebecca rolls her eyes and takes the marker. She walks to the far left end of the board and reaches up to the top to give herself room.

Hmm, Jared thought. It may be small, but her not needing him to explain how to do this best was a good sign. She clearly had some critical thinking skills.

Rebecca begins writing her lines quickly. Too quickly. The lines start drifting down and to the right. On top of that, her penmanship is suffering from the speed.

She finishes the first column and steps back.

"There! Happy?" she asks, obviously not looking for a serious answer.

Jared gets close to the board, inspecting the details of her work.

"Uhhh, I didn't know you were gonna to be like that," she said, her voice doing little to hide her growing concern.

Jared explains, "I told you that I would examine your lines. What did you think that meant?"

"Well I didn't think—," Rebecca starts.

Jared cuts her off, "A couple of big mistakes here. One is fairly obvious, and that is the arching shape of the lines. Why are they bending downward?"

"Oh, uhh—," Rebecca starts again.

Jared cuts her off again, "The second mistake is something I could technically take issue with multiple times in this column, but will choose to consolidate them for your benefit. And that is the poor quality of your penmanship, likely due to the speed you were writing. That makes it a total of 2 errors for this column."

Rebecca stands with her eyes cast downward, feeling smaller by the second.

"Alright," Jared sighs as he takes a couple of steps back, "let's get those sneakers off and then we'll get you those 10 swats."

She hesitates for a second.

"Shoes. Off. Now," Jared commands.

Jumping into action, Rebeccca quickly pulls the still-tied sneakers off her feet, revealing her white ankle socks. She now stands shoe-less on the carpet, holding the marker in front of her with both hands.

"Let's put the marker down, please," Jared asks.

She quickly places the marker on the whiteboard tray.

"Good. Now," Jared begins, grabbing the yardstick, "hands on your head with your feet about shoulder-width apart."

Rebecca does so without opposition, noticing too late that her boss has advanced to her side. She jumps a little as he leans in close to her ear.

Jared says softly, "Since you like arching so much, let's have you arch your back for this spanking."

Rebecca looks at Jared shocked, only to be met by his devilish smile.

"You're disgusting," she proclaims.

Jared ignores it, "Stick your ass out, Rebecca."

Her face grows red as she slowly bends at her waist, stretching the material of her jeans to reveal the round bottom protected beneath.

Those are next to go, Jared thinks, his cock beginning to stretch his own pants.

"Normally I'd ask you to count these out, but since we are trying to get out of here quickly, I don't want to give you another opportunity to mess something up," Jared explained.

Rebecca gasped at the insult, then groaned as the first swat landed hard against her butt. She had little time to register the pain as the second swat already hits its mark.

*SMACK* *SMACK*

"Ow! Nnngh," Rebecca moans, her arched back straightening for a moment.

"Tsk tsk, keep that ass out or we'll start over," Jared lectured, causing Rebecca to reposition quickly.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

Jared was putting a little extra strength behind the swats so she would feel it through the denim. It was having the desired effect.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

"Ow! Owwww! Fuck!" Rebecca cursed.

"Watch that mouth, young lady. I think I've warned you about mouth soaping in the past. Please don't think I'd give an empty threat," Jared imposed.