Your Boss

You wince as you realize it's your boss calling. You only just started as the personal assistant to Nicole Halifax last week, and you're still trying to figure out where her good side is and how to get on it.

"Yes, ma'am?" you say as you answer the call.

"Scott, hi," comes Nicole's cool, commanding voice. "I happened to notice it's ten past nine and you're not in the office. Were you planning on coming in today?"

Crap.

"Uh, yeah! I'm on my way, I just..." Just what? Discovered a magic notebook that can rewrite reality, proceeded to do exactly that, and am still reeling from that fact? "...just got distracted," you finish lamely.

"Uh-huh. Well, get here as quick as you can and then come see me." Her voice doesn't sound mad, but does sound very certain. There's even a hint of a smile in her tone.

As fast as you can, you hustle over to the office of Nicole Halifax, Attorney At Law, a nice little two-room office in a classic downtown building. Hurrying past the front desk where you usually sit, you enter the large, comfortable inner office where Ms. Halifax works.

She's waiting for you by the bookshelf, where she's flipping through a volume of case law. When she sees you, she puts the book down on an end table and walks over to you. She's almost exactly your height, though the low heels she's wearing help with that. Her dark brown hair is styled in a shoulder-length cut that frames her face well, accenting her strong cheekbones and rounded chin. She's about ten years older than you, and feels ten times more authoritative.

"Well, here's my tardy boy," she says with a small, closed smile. "I have to say, I'm not very impressed, young man. You haven't been here very long, and you're already getting distracted instead of coming to work on time? I can't let that go unpunished, you know."

"I... um..." you find yourself absolutely tongue-tied, unable to speak.

Nicole reaches out and pinches your earlobe between her thumb and forefinger. "Come here, boy. It's spanking time." She pulls you by your ear over to one of the armless chairs for clients, and sits down. For just a second you see an unmistakable expression of relish on her face, before she pulls you down across her lap.

Your mind reels as you stare at the carpet. No question of the notebook's authenticity, not when you're about to get spanked at work. This is just how the world works, after all. You feel Nicole's hand stroke your bottom through your snug denim shorts, giving one cheek an appreciative squeeze. "You need to learn a lesson about professionalism, young man," she says, "and you need to learn it the old-fashioned way."

With that, her hand comes down hard on the seat of your shorts with a soft-edged WHACK. The fabric provides some protection, but it's still a sudden hot pain across the middle of your behind. She begins spanking in earnest, her hand coming down again and again, spreading the head and the pain evenly across your firm, round bottom.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

"Do you think it's acceptable to just show up late to work, Scott?"

"N-no, ma'am! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

"So we agree it's not acceptable, but you did it anyway."

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

Each stroke causes a sharp burst of pain that fades relatively quickly... or would fade, except that she doesn't stop spanking. Instead, the pain keeps getting renewed until both your cheeks are burning all over. You squirm involuntarily, but she holds you firmly in place over her lap with her left arm, as her right hand continues to teach you your lesson.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

"Am I going to hear any nonsense about you getting distracted tomorrow, or the day after that?"

"No, ma'am! I'll be good! I'll be good!"

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

"You'd better, if you want to keep this job."

She stops spanking then, her hand rubbing and massaging some of the burn from your poor bottom.

"Mmmm... I think the problem is I've been too lenient with you so far. You need discipline, that's just a fact of life. In fact... here, up on your feet, cutie."

She helps you up off her lap and stands up. She steps over to a file cabinet, opens a drawer, flips through it for a moment, and extracts a form. Grabbing a pen, she fills in a couple of lines on the form, then places it on her desk and says "Sign this, Scott. Again, if you want to keep this job."

You take the pen from her, then hesitate, looking at the form. "What is it?"

"By state law, an employee can only be spanked on bare skin by their request. This is the form requesting it, and giving me permission to take those tight little shorts down at my discretion. Now sign."

The authority in her voice has you scribbling your name on the bottom line almost by reflex, before you're entirely aware that you're doing it. She takes the form and puts it in a drawer, then gives you a warm, predatory smile.

"That's the formal part, but I want to hear you say it. Ask me nicely to spank you on your bare bottom from now on, Scott."

"Uh... please spank me on my bare bottom from now on, Ms. Halifax." Yesterday, you'd only fantasized about saying words like that, whispered them into your pillow while wanking shamefully late into the night. Today, this is just how things are.

"Ask me to use my paddle next time."

"P-please spank me with your paddle next time, Ms. Halifax."

"Mmmm. With pleasure. Now then, now that we've got that over with for the morning," she gives your bottom a light slap, reheating one spot suddenly, "get out there and start going through the mail like you're supposed to."

You hurry out to the front office and sit down at your desk, and suddenly realize two things. First, you realize that concepts of workplace-appropriate behavior and sexual harassment are very, very different in this world you've made. Second, you realize why there's no cushion on the hard wooden seat of your desk chair. You're going to be feeling this morning's discipline at least through lunchtime.