Yes, although you’ll keep it mild

You take the delivered meal from the girl identified as Amanda by her tag. Her uniform jacket catches your eye, being made completely of a transparent plastic-like material with only the company logo standing out. The clothes underneath are obviously her own rather than company-provided. You guess it must serve a delivery girl on a bike or a motorbike well against the wind but also allow one to subject her to a nudity period if you one so wishes. The jacket also features wide belt loops only the strap that is passed through them is loosely tied rather than securely fastened, indicating it is for dissatisfied clients rather than holding something in place. You find yourself rather curious how Amanda's brown cheeks will look as the said strap is landing across them.

Well, no reason you should not find out. Not only the rules of this new world have to be maintained, but you also want to be on the other side of the stick once in a while. You do not intend to make it monstrous, though. “Yes, I’m afraid I rather would, Amanda.” you say. The girl looks crestfallen but makes an effort to hide it. “Of course, Ma’am. Please look through this and let me know what would you like to do.” She hands you a card which you begin to read.

“Dear customer,

We are sorry Amanda (the name is written in by hand) did not provide a satisfactory service to you today. Please consider the following options to help us provide you with a better service in the future.

On the spot corporal punishment: out of respect for the customers waiting for their orders (and because your food is getting cold!) we ask you to consider using other options if you wish to inflict a severe punishment; please use this option only for minor offences (twelve or fewer lashes with the belt the delivery girl is wearing or an approximate equivalent) or if absolutely necessary.

Register a demerit online: please go the “Improvements” section of our website, enter your order reference, postcode and the number of demerits; our management will take action and you will be notified when you are able to view the resulting recording.

Attend...”

You stop reading. The girl was only a few minutes late and a dozen with the belt sounds more than adequate. You can deal with this now and not need to take any action later. “We will just do it now.” you inform Amanda. “Please go through to the living room, bare your bottom and place your hands on the wall.” You will need the space for a swing that the hallway does not have. Also you do not ask the girl to take her belt off, wanting to give your new (well, to you) cane you saw earlier a try.

Diana emerges from the bedroom still nude but looking less of a mess than you do and does not show any surprise at the sight of a stranger tugging her jeans down in your living room. You take the cane off the wall and give it a practice swing. “Let’s do half each?” you ask Diana. She nods. “Sure. She was three minutes late, let us do three each.” This was less than you first intended but perhaps Diana knows this cane better than this version of you does and you are feeling kind anyway. “All yours.” You pass the cane to her handle first as Amanda inaudibly sighs and plants her palms into the wall, sticking her shapely now bare rear end out and arching her back without even being told to.

The fully nude Diana looks far more confident and graceful than Amanda with her jeans and her panties stretched between her spread for balance legs at half-mast. Your date presses the thin piece of wood against smooth untouched brown skin. The sound with which it whistles through the air is purely horrifying and you are not surprised Amanda fails to contain a groan. She forces herself to say “Thank you, Ma’am!” even though she was not told to, presumably in accordance with company policy. The stripe the cane left is far less visible than it would have been against Diana’s skin or even yours but you know this is no way diminishes the suffering it brings. Diana strikes again, slightly lower, raising another welt. “Ughhbhhhh... Thank you... Ma’am...” You can see the effort it takes Amanda to keep her no long unmarked bottom stuck out to be chastised. She squeals on the third and lower still stroke in a pitch higher than you thought her capable of producing but still managed to maintain her position and thank Diana in an increasingly shaking voice.

You accept the cane as Diana offers it back to you and unable to resist the temptation, run your hand over Amanda’s bottom. You are glad you agreed with Diana’s proposed number of strokes as the welts feel vicious and already enough to have paid for the fairly small error. Still, the sentence must be carried out and you press the cane between two marks and pull your arm back. Amanda’s bottom is quivering slightly as the poor girl is biting her lips, bracing herself for the stroke. You deliver it more precisely than you expected, drawing another parallel line and making your first spankee squeal again. It is quite nice to be thanked and addressed as Ma’am in a tearful voice you discover as you line up the next stroke. You are ready to deliver it when you remember something you have read when spanking was still a forbidden dream and decide to try it. Instead of continuing to draw parallel lines you will instead try to make an X with your last two strokes.

You shift both yourself and the hold on the cane and tap Amanda’s poor cheeks to cross all previous four marks diagonally. Then you swing the cane and get rewarded with a howl from the unfortunate delivery girl. Her knees begin to buckle and her body seems to be going in a wave as she fruitlessly tries to shake off the pain without moving her feet and hands off their places. “Th-thank you, Ma’am...” she sobs. “Last one...” you inform her helpfully and hold the cane the other way now, aiming to complete the X. When you do, the shriek is ear-bursting but amazingly the girl does not lose her hold despite her body making a concave curve or agony and misery as she struggles to return to her position. When she finally does and thanks you again, now through openly flowing tears you tell her to stand straight and get dressed. The pretty tearful face screws up in a grimace as Amanda returns her underwear into its proper place and the tight jeans make things worse. How the poor girl will continue riding out for deliveries you do not know but then she should not have been late. You thank one another for the pizza and the discipline respectively and Amanda dashes downstairs. You think you will ask for her services specifically the next time you order a delivery.

With a feeling of a job well done, Diana and you settle down on your knees on the floor in front of the coffee table still careful to keep any pressure off your bottoms, resume the film and devour the food. Finally content and more tired than you have been in a long while, you fridge the leftovers and collapse into the bed together. You remember reaching for Diana's breast as she pulls a blanket over the both of you but nothing more as your mind floats away.