what, my dear?” James asked gently.
“My bare bottom.” She practically whispered the words.
“But he didn’t this time?” James hid his surprised expression.
“No,” she said fervently, “he spanked me over my skirt.”
James surprised her then. “Show me the um, evidence.”
“There is none.” She assured him, “It’s faded now.”
“Then go back to work, but hear this:” His voice got surprisingly firm and commanding. “I’m telling Jesse to use his discretion. If you ever treat him or his crew with disrespect or deliberately cause them any extra work, he will have my permission and my advice. He should pull your skirt up and your panties down and do the job right, on your bare bottom and very, very hard.” He paused, holding her gaze with his and she began to shiver. “And if he does, I’ll do it again myself the next day, with a cane. And I promise to leave plenty of evidence. Have I made myself painfully clear?”
“But sir!” James raised one eyebrow and she stopped, cutting herself off. “Yes sir.”
“Go back to work, Janine,” he said smiling. “I need a report of that deposition on my desk first thing in the morning.”
That night working late again, Janine was nervous. She did not want another spanking and somehow she felt doomed. Most of all, she did not want that cretin of a janitor putting his hands on her, pulling down her… Unbidden, her mind formed the pictures: Jesse dragging her to a chair, pulling her over his knees, pulling her panties down and spanking her. Sitting there alone in the library, she flushed and shivered. She felt as if she were being watched, as indeed she was.
In the end, it was her nerves that caused her downfall. She made herself some soup and coffee, but she let the soup boil over in the microwave and burned the bottom of the coffeepot. She spilled coffee grounds on the floor, and then tried to wipe it up doing only a halfway job.
She took her coffee into the law library, against office rules, and spilled it on the computer keyboard and an expensive law book. She hadn’t wiped off her soup mug after it boiled over so it marred the surface of the beautifully polished conference table. As she tried to wipe everything up with a wad of paper towels, she knocked over a bag of sunflower seeds she’d been snacking on.
Jesse walked in at that moment. He looked at the room, then at her, and shook his head slowly. Smiling, he crooked his finger, beckoning her. She got up from the chair slowly, tears already forming in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I tried but… ” She swallowed slowly, her voice freezing up, “I was so nervous.”
“So you were anticipating my little visit.” He spoke in such a friendly voice that she was almost lulled into a sense of security. Almost.
“I was scared,” she admitted.
“And now you’ll find out why.” He ordered, “Take off your skirt.”
“Please,” she began.
“Now!” he said. “Or I’ll add some corner time to your punishment.”
“What’s corner time?” she asked, curiosity outweighing her good sense.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” He ordered, “Don’t make me tell you again. Take that skirt off now.”
She obeyed, slowly sliding her skirt off. She stood holding it and feeling awkward.
“Leave it here on the table,” he commanded.
She tossed the skirt on the table.
“Fold it!” He sounded exasperated.
Once again he led her into James’ office. He sat in the chair and pulled her unceremoniously over his knees. He began to spank her sharply but not very harshly. She took the spanking with a good deal more restraint than she had the previous night. In fact, her first thought was one of relief. He hadn’t pulled down her panties after all. That soon changed as the spanking got a bit harder and faster and started to sting. She squirmed, he stopped spanking her and pulled down her panties
“Now let’s get started,” he said with a smile as he settled in to give her a long stinging spanking, turning her bottom a bright red and making it very warm.
All her restraint fled as she began to kick and yell curses at him.
“Mind your tone and do not swear at me!” Jesse ordered harshly as he increased the strength of the blows yet again.
She attempted to cover her behind with her hands. He grabbed both of her hands in one of his and landed a series of blows guaranteed to make her bottom burn.
Finally, he stopped. “Now stand in the corner with your back to me.” He commanded, “No, don’t cover your beautiful bottom with your hands, I want to look at my handiwork. Keep your hands laced together at the back of your neck.”
After a few moments he turned her around to face him. He took her hands in his and guided them down to cover her still warm behind. “Now how does that feel?” he asked her gently.
“It hurts!” she pouted.
“Good.” He slowly moved in for a kiss. She made no effort to refuse him or evade the tender kiss. “It’s supposed to. Now clean up this office and the mess in the library and the kitchen, and I’ll let you have your panties and skirt back.”
“Beast!” she muttered.
“Yes,” he laughed, and kissed her gently again, lingering on her lips.
She cleaned the office, the kitchen and the law library, all the while naked from the waist down. Jesse watched, coached and occasionally swatted her bottom until everything was clean enough to gain his approval. Finally, he gave her a few smart swats and a quick, passionate kiss, then told her to get dressed and go home.
The next day she wanted to call in sick but she knew she would only be postponing the inevitable, so she gathered her courage and went to the office. When the rest of the staff broke for lunch, she was summoned to James’ office. Jesse was there.
“I understand that even after our little talk you were a very bad girl last night,” James said. “I promised you a caning. Take off your skirt and bend over my desk,” he pointed. “Jesse will help you stay in position by holding your hands.”
James walked across the room and opened a cabinet that Janine had never noticed before. He reached in and pulled out a thin, whippy cane. Jesse grabbed her hands, holding her firmly.
“James, not too severe,” Jesse said. “She’s really trying to improve.”
“And we’ll help her,” James said evenly. He slashed the cane through the air making it whistle. “A dozen, Jesse?”
“No more than six, please,” Jesse replied.
“Softy!” James chided.
“And not too severe,” Jesse added, watching as Janine began to relax.
“Jesse,
