New Employee Punished

 Stephanie sat at her desk across from Miranda, looking at the resume in her hands then back up at the interviewee. 

“So Miranda. Why do you want to work here at Rainbow Digital?” the 27 year old asked. 

“Well…I went to school for marketing and I’ve worked on a few projects,” the shy 21 year old responded quietly. Stephanie studied the resume for a bit. 

“I see… impressive. But can you handle the fast paced environment? You may need to work on 2 or 3 projects at a time. Are you up to the task?” 

“I…I think so.”

“Good. You’re the most qualified candidate we’ve seen so far, even if you’re the quietest. But let’s get you hired, yeah?”

Miranda was hired that afternoon to work as Stephanie’s personal office assistant and head of projects. She reported to Stephanie and wowed her during her initial training. She was always early for work, always a step ahead on projects, and always busting her butt to make sure Stephanie was happy. 

But a 9-5 job can become overwhelming, especially when it starts bleeding outside the usual 8 hours it’s supposed to be confined to, and especially you don’t quite know just who you’re working for. 

By week 3 on the job, Stephanie began sending emails to Miranda at 6 or 7pm, after she was done with work. And she answered them as soon as she got them, no matter if she was out and about or in the bathroom. By week 4, they were coming in later and later. One night she took a call from Stephanie at 9:30pm despite having been off the clock for over 4 hours. 

2 months into the job, Stephanie’s car got hit one night while parked by a crazy driver. It had to be in the shop for 2 weeks, and she demanded Miranda pick her up and bring her home and every day. The subservient girl agreed, having become accustom to her boss’ demands. She even began getting her coffee every day before picking her up, and driving her around to run her errands for hours after work!

By month 4, Miranda had just slowly and surely turned into Stephanie’s butler, despite her job role being project manager and not “boss’ assistant.” Even after her car was repaired, Stephanie still expected rides to and from. At work, Miranda had to do all her work and most of Stephanie’s. If something was wrong, even if it wasn’t her fault, she would get the blame and hear about it. Outside of work, Miranda would get her lunch and pick up her dry cleaning. Stephanie didn’t care because she had a dominating personality and grew to expect a certain level of work and servitude from Miranda. Miranda hated it but was too shy and afraid of losing her job to complain. 

Until one day. 

Miranda was finally fed up one day and one Friday morning, instead of waking up at 6am to go get her boss who had a working car, she woke up at 7 and went to work by herself. 

By 8:30 her phone was ringing. Nervously she picked up. 

“H-hello?”

“Where are you?!”

“I’m..I’m almost at work.” 

“Without me!?!”

“Well, Stephanie, you have your car back now so, I thought…”

“You thought what?! That you could just stop driving me?? That’s ballsy. But fine that’s okay, I’ll be there soon.” 

Miranda’s heart beat fast as she got to work, scared that she’d poked the bear and upset her boss. But what’s the worst that could happen, right?

Stephanie got to work at 9:40, almost an hour late, and stormed to her office without saying anything to Miranda. 

At 11am, Miranda went on lunch and went to a sandwich shop, coming back with something for her. At around 11:30am, Stephanie stopped by her desk to see her eating. 

“What are you doing?”

“Uh, eating my lunch, Stephanie.”

“And where is my lunch?”

“Ummm I don’t know…”

“You didn’t get me lunch?!”

“Stephanie, I-“

“First the car this morning and now this? I’m not impressed with your performance today, Miranda.”

“But Stephanie-“

“I don’t want to hear buts from you. You should know better,” and with that, Stephanie stormed off to buy her own lunch. 

In her car, the frustrated Stephanie turned on the radio before getting ready to buy her own lunch, much to her chagrin. On the air, two DJs were talking about a latest story. 

“Now this may seem controversial,” began the female DJ, “because I know times are different, but a study of 200 parents revealed that 70% of them found that spanking their child still resulted in a positive change in their behavior and a decrease in acting out or repeating negative behavior.”

“Is that true? 70%?” asked the male cohost. 

“That’s what it says here in the Gazette. 70% said that spanking works to get the results you want out of your child, while 62% of that 70 said they spank their child until they’re 17!”

“17?! Imagine getting a spanking from your parent at that age?”

“Well listen, are you ever too old to be punished for bad behavior? And a spanking is most certainly preferable to worse legal punishments, no?”

“Maybe.”

Stephanie took all this in as she sat in her car, never leaving her parking spot. She pulled out her phone and went to the Internet. Spankings work,” she thought…

At around 3pm, Miranda received a text from Stephanie. She checked it - “Amazon prime dropped off a package outside, please grab it and the mail and place on my desk. Busy researching something.”

Miranda went to the front door of the office and found the mail in the mailbox plus a long thin box from Amazon on the floor. She went and placed it on Stephanie’s desk, then went back to work. Stephanie sat at her computer in silence, studying whatever she was looking at at her computer and writing notes. 

Later on in the day, at 5pm, Miranda clocked out and stood up from her desk and put her coat on. Stephanie popped out from her office. 

“Uh, what are you doing?” the boss asked. 

“I…it’s 5, I’m leaving..” the employee meekly replied. 

“Did you finish the Smith project?”

“No…I didn’t have time today.”

“Then you better sit back down and get working.”

“But Stephanie, it doesn’t need to be completed for 3 days…”

“Did I ask? Or did I say to sit down and finish? I know when the deadline is, but I don’t want any issues with possible lateness. So sit down and get to work.”

“But Stephanie, it’s 5…” Stephanie had finally had enough of her employee’s audacity and insolence. 

“Miranda, do you have plans tonight?”

“No..?”

“Good. Then can I see you in my office please?” Stephanie turned and returned into her office. Miranda felt her heart drop out of fear. Was she getting fired?

Miranda slowly entered Stephanie’s office to see her boss sitting behind the desk, hands folded on the desk. 

“Shut the door behind you and have a seat,” the boss instructed. Miranda nervously shut the door and sat down, terrified but not knowing what she was in for. 

“Miranda, when you started here a few months ago, you had a real go-getter attitude. You were on time, you followed rules, you went the extra mile. It was all inspiring. After today, I’m not so sure that’s the case anymore.”

“But…”

“We’ll get to ‘but’ in a minute. Today you didn’t pick me up despite the expectation you would, and you didn’t even call first. You didn’t get lunch like you were supposed to. I haven't eaten and I’m starving. And now you’re leaving without finishing a project in a timely manner? I can’t say I’m not disappointed in you.”

“I’m sorry, I..”

“It’s a shame to see such a star employee go from great and start slipping down to just ‘decent.’ At this rate it won’t be long ‘til you fall down to just ‘bad.’”

“Stephanie, I would never…”

“I understand, you’ll say that now but who knows what tomorrow may bring? So we can let that possibly happen, or we can curtail that poor job behavior right here right now.”

“Are.. are you firing me?” Miranda asked, almost about to tear up. 

“Not at all. You’ve got great potential and I’d hate to lose it. Your attitude today was poor, so what we’re going to do is give you a little attitude adjustment.”

“..how?”

“You’re going to get a spanking from me. A good one to keep you on the right path.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes Miranda, a spanking. No ifs ands or buts. Well, a but. YOUR butt getting a warm up.”

“I’m… I’m too old for a spanking.”

“You’re never too old to be punished for poor behavior,” Stephanie countered, quoting the radio advice she’d heard. “And we need to make sure your behavior is in ship shape.”

“But…isn’t that inappropriate?”

“It’s inappropriate if it’s sexual, which I assure you this isn’t. You and I are both straight with no feelings for another. This is purely punishment aimed at teaching a lesson, plain and simple.”

“But…”

“Miranda, you have two choices here. You agree to take a spanking to punish you for your poor performance today and get you back on the right track, OR you collect your belongings and leave and don’t come back. I won’t have poor performers on my team, so we stop you from getting to that point, or there’s the door. The choice is yours. So what’s it gonna be?”

Miranda stood frozen in fear and contemplation, quickly weighing the pros and cons before putting her head down and sheepishly saying “okay. I’ll take a spanking.”

“You made the right choice,” Stephanie said standing up. “Have you ever been given a spanking before?”

“No…”

“Okay and I’ve never given one before, so I studied methods of spanking to make sure I give you an appropriate, fair but firm spanking to get my message across. What to use, how to do it, that kind of stuff. Don’t want to go too hard, but definitely don’t want to go too soft.”

“What to use..?”

“You’ll see. Now first, take off your coat and lay it on my desk. Then take my chair and put it in the center of the room, now.” Miranda stood motionless for a moment, trying to mentally comprehend the situation she was in, before slowly taking her coat off and doing as she was told, placing it on the desk before bringing her boss’ chair into the center of the room. 

“Good,” Stephanie said before taking a seat. “Now climb across my lap,” she said, patting her lap. Miranda, scared but compliant, slowly began positioning herself across her boss’ lap, hands on the ground on one side and feet on the ground on the other. Stephanie rubbed the black-khaki-clad butt in her lap. “Now when I start, there’s no stopping until I decide we’re done. If you make me stop for any reason, that’s a signal that you’re taking the option to get fired. So once I start, I don’t stop until I decide you’ve learned your lesson. Understand?”

“Yes…”

“Okay. Here we go.” Miranda braced as Stephanie slapped her left butt cheek.

“Oof,” Miranda winced. 

SLAP! to her right cheek came next. 

“Ouch…” 

Stephanie began a slow but steady pace of smacking one cheek and then the other back and forth for a bit. Miranda let out little moans and groans of pain as Stephanie worked. 

“How’s it feel?”

“It hurts…”

“It’s supposed to, and we’re just getting started so get comfortable.”

Stephanie resumed her slow and firm pace. Miranda kept her eyes closed and winced as her boss warmed up her bottom. 

After about 5 minutes, Stephanie finally stopped. 

“Alright, stand up,” she commanded. Miranda felt a sense of possible relief hearing those words - the nightmare was over and it only stung a bit, so she felt grateful as she stood up. 

“How’s your ass feel?”

“It stings a bit,” Miranda said, rubbing her ass. 

“Alright, so that’s the issue. ‘A bit’ isn’t exactly what we’re going for here, so take your pants down.”

“…my pants?”

“Mhm. Undo your belt, take down your pants.”

“But…I thought we were done.”

“Done?! Dear it’s only been a few minutes. We’re only getting started. Now take your pants down or I’ll do it for you.”

Shellshocked from hearing this command, Miranda slowly reached for her belt and undid it, and went for the button on her khakis. 

“Do I…do I have to?”

“I guess not,” Stephanie said, reaching forward and unbuttoning the pants. Miranda stood froze with her arms to the side as Stephanie undid her pants, pulled down the zipper, then took the sides of the pants and pulled down on them. Miranda yelped as Stephanie took her pants down to her knees. 

“There. Now back over my lap and no more stalling.” Miranda reluctantly resumed the position. Stephanie rubbed the white dinosaur covered granny panties in her lap. She pulled up on the left side to expose a little butt cheek, seeing it a little pink before putting the panties back down. “Alright. A little color. We’ll do a bit on your underwear now before we get to your bare butt.”

“Bare butt?!”

“Mhm. How a true spanking is supposed to be delivered. Now hush.” Stephanie gave a slightly harder smack than before on Miranda’s right cheek, resulting in a slightly louder yelp of pain. “How’s it feels now?”

“It hurts…”

“Good.” With that, Stephanie began spanking a little faster than before, and a little harder, keeping a steady pace back and forth across the pantied butt. 

After a few moments of smacks, Miranda kicked up her left leg twice before putting it back down. 

“Keep your legs down,” Stephanie demanded. 

“But it hurts…”

“And it’s only gonna hurt worse, so you need to be able to deal with it. Keep your legs down, I won’t say it again.” With that,

Stephanie resumed her slightly harder smacks on the dinosaur panties. 

The room was silent for the next few minutes, minus the sound of constant slaps and Miranda’s moans and yelps of pain. After a few minutes, a phone started ringing. 

“That’s mine…” Miranda said meekly. 

“Alright, stand up and answer.” Miranda stood up, happy to be off Stephanie’s lap, and began pulling her pants up again to get to her phone in her pocket. “Nuh-uh,” the older woman warned. “Get your phone and get your pants back down to your knees. And be quick on the phone.” Miranda scowled as she took her phone out and pushed her pants back down to her knees before picking up the phone.

“Hello? Oh hey Alison… meet you at the coffee shop in a half hour? Uhh…” She looked to Stephanie, who shook her head no. “Uhh…that’s not gonna work… listen, tonight’s a bad night…maybe tomorrow? Okay…I’ll talk to you tomorrow…bye,” and she hung up and placed her phone on the desk with one hand and rubbing her butt with the other. 

“How’s it feel?” the spanker asked. 

“It hurts more now,” the spankee responded. 

“As it should. Now, while you’re up, take your underwear down.”

“My…underwear?”

“Did I stutter? I said you were gonna get spanked on your bare butt today didn’t I? Pull those down or I’ll do it.”

Miranda, trembling, took the sides of her panties and slowly lowered them, kneeling a bit and bringing her knees close together, getting her panties to right below her butt and groin. She stood up and covered her groin. 

“Back over,” came the command, which Miranda slowly complied with. Once she was over, Stephanie pulled her panties down further, letting them slide down her legs and into her pants down at her knees. “Let’s get this clear, when I say get your pants or underwear down, I mean down to your ankles. For future notice.”

“What do you mean future notice?” asked the terrified girl. 

“I intend for this to be your only spanking, hoping it’ll be good enough to keep you on the right track. But if it’s not, I can and will always spank you again. I’ll be monitoring you a little closer now, and have been mulling it over. 3 infractions a day means a spanking after you’re done working, or 5 infractions in a week means a spanking on Friday after work. I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Stephanie…”

“Hush. Let’s see how I’ve been doing…” Stephanie inspected and rubbed the bare butt in her lap. Miranda’s chubby white cheeks were now a darker shade of pink / lighter shade of red all from halfway down her butt towards her sit spots. She rubbed all around. “Little warm down here. For your reference, a spanking is supposed to take place mainly down here,” she said, using her pointer to specifically point out the lower half of Miranda’s tushy. “And severe spanking points take place down here,” she said, rubbing her finger through Miranda’s sit spots. “And we’ll get to this part in a bit. But for now, let the actual spanking begin.”

“The actual spanking?! You’ve been spanking me!”

“No no, that was just a taste. A little warm up. You know I read how some spankings don’t even start on the pants or underwear, they start on the bare butt. I was kind enough to do that for you to help warm you up a bit first. But now, I’m going to spank you for real.”

With that, Stephanie began her back and forth spanks again, but this time harder.

“Ouch!!” Miranda squealed, kicking her leg.

“What did I say about your leg?!”

“It hurts!!”

“I don’t care! Keep your leg down!” 

Stephanie returned to her assault, putting a lot more effort into her swing and using a firmer, solid palm on Miranda’s cheeks. Miranda winced and moaned as Stephanie actually began hurting her, spanking each cheek with no remorse. She got a little faster too, giving the sound of the slap no time to finish before slapping the next one. 

Miranda began to tear up from the pain as Stephanie happily and firmly slapped her ass hard with no sympathy and no end in sight. 

“Hopefully this is teaching you a lesson…”

Stephanie said as she spanked. 

“I’ve learned my lesson! I promise!” Miranda whined. 

“I don’t think so…” Stephanie never broke her momentum, warming the butt in her lap like it was going out of style. 

SLAP

SLAP

SLAP 

SLAP

“Ow!”

“Ouch!”

“Ahhh!”

“Please stop!”

“Nope.” SLAP SLAP

After a few minutes, Miranda was sobbing a little bit. 

“Please… it hurts…” she let out between sobs. 

“As it should,” Stephanie replied coldly. “It’s a good thing we’re the only employees here today, otherwise someone might hear or see this, huh?” The boss let out a chuckle almost cruelly at the thought of someone seeing Miranda in the most embarrassing moment of her life. 

After a few more minutes of consistent spanking, Stephanie finally stopped to check the damage. Miranda’s ass was all red from 1/4 of the way down her cheeks all the way down to her sit spots, which her just pink. She rubbed up and down Miranda’s ass cheeks as she tried to stop crying.

“How do you feel?” she asked. 

“Sore…” came the tear-filled reply. 

“Yeah, you’re quite red back here and it’s warm. And I wish I could say we were done, but you’re not out of the woods yet. That was just my hand, and I have some implements I’d like to use on you first to really get my message across.”

“Implements?!” Miranda cried. 

“Mhm. Most spankings use their hand and one other implement, depending on the severity of the punishment. Since I want this spanking to be severe enough to be your ONLY spanking, I’m going to use 3. Now, stand up, and get me my bag from behind my desk.” She finished her request with a hard slap to Miranda’s right ass cheek. 

The employee jumped up, covering her groin with her left hand and heading behind the desk where she found Stephanie’s bag on the floor next to the Amazon package she brought in earlier. She brought it around to Stephanie and handed it to her and stood before her with both hands blocking her groin. As she stood, her pants and panties fell down to her ankles. Stephanie searched her bag until she pulled out her little black plastic hairbrush and placed the bag on the floor next to the chair. 

“Just what I need. Back over my lap.” Miranda moaned as she resumed the embarrassing position over her boss’ lap. 

“Now,” Stephanie began, lightly patting Miranda’s red, sore butt with the brush, “the hair brush from what I’ve read is the most common implement used for spanking. It stings more than the hand, which I guess you’ll find out for yourself, but it doesn’t go overboard like, a paddle. Since it’s small and doesn’t go beyond sharp pains, you can do up to 100s of spanks realistically with the brush depending on how hard you do it. I’m going to go hard, but since you’re already getting more implements, I’m gonna just give you 50. Understand?” 

“50?!” Miranda groaned. 

“I can do 100 if you want,” Stephanie threatened. 

“No no, 50 is fine!” Miranda cried. 

“Just for that, we’ll call it 75,” the boss responded with a sense of cruelty in her voice. Miranda whined in response. Stephanie positioned the brush on the lower half of Miranda’s right butt cheek. “Ready?”

“Yes…” weakly responded Miranda. 

SLAP! Stephanie brought the brush down hard and quick on Miranda’s bottom. 

“OW!” 

SLAP! to the left cheek followed. 

“OUCH!” Miranda cried out, tears welling again. 

Stephanie began her assault with the brush, alternating with hard smacks across each cheek, followed by Miranda’s cries and wails. 

By spank 20, Stephanie began doing 10 hard smacks in a row on just the left cheek. On smack 25 Miranda kicked her left leg out reflexively. 

“Hey! What did we say about kicking?!” fumed Stephanie. 

“I can’t help it! It hurts!” cried Miranda. 

“I don’t care! Keep your legs down. If you kick again, we start over from 1 and we go to 100. Now stay still.” The threat was enough to keep Miranda in place forever as Stephanie resumed her 10 in a row before moving to the right cheek for it’s fair share of 10 in a row. On the 9th smack though, she couldn’t help it and she kicked. Stephanie stopped huffed. 

“That’s it.”

“Stephanie please..”

“I don’t want to hear it.” With that, Stephanie reached her right leg out from under Miranda’s legs and wrapped it around her two legs, locking Miranda’s legs between her own. “Now that we have you in place, it’s back to 1 and we go to 100.”

“Stephanie please!”

“You are not in charge here, now shush.”

With that, Stephanie started the hairbrush spanking over. She continued her hard pace back and forth across the cheeks as Miranda cried and cried. She kept a steady pace as always, delivering hard spanks back and forth with no break and no mercy. Miranda naturally tried squirming as she couldn’t take the pain, but Stephanie’s leg lock did little to help her move from in place. 

By spank 40 she began doing 10 in a row on each cheek. Miranda screamed and cried. 

“Please! I’ve learned my lesson, I promise!”

“Mhm…” Stephanie replied, unconvinced as she began 10 in a row on the right cheek. “Halfway there… with this implement anyway. Since you’ve been so fussy, you’re going to get 25 in a row on each cheek.” Before Miranda could process or react, Stephanie began doing hard, rapid spanks on her right ass cheek. Miranda cried and cried, begging for forgiveness, but Stephanie would have none of it. 

“OW OW OW STEPHANIE OW PLEASE!”

“Hush and stay still or it’s back to 1 again…” came the threatening response that got the younger girl to keep quiet minus the constant ows and whines. 

After the 25th on the right, Stephanie immediately began the 25 on the left. And after a few moments, all 100 spanks were delivered as promised. Stephanie placed the brush on the desk behind her and examined the ass in her lap. It was now a darker shade of red all over. It’s owner was crying and crying as Stephanie gave a sympathetic rub around her ass cheeks. 

“So sore and so warm… but not done yet,” she said ominously. Miranda cried. “Stand up.” Miranda slowly stood up and began rubbing her ass with one hand and wiping her tears with the other. “I’m strict but I’m not cruel. Go to the bathroom and wash your face, calm yourself down. Your spanking isn’t over yet. But go catch your breath. You have 5 minutes.”

Miranda nodded slowly. “Can I put my pants back on first?” she asked through sobs. 

“Mhm. But remember once you get back, they’re coming back down. Your underwear too. Now go.”

Miranda slowly pulled her pants and panties back up, gingerly getting them around her sore bubble butt cheeks without making it worse, then once she was properly dressed she headed for the bathroom.

A few minutes later Miranda got out of the bathroom, her crying done. Her face was still a little red and she was sniffling, but she’d managed to stop crying and wash her face. As she head back to her boss’ office, she could hear her speaking out loud. And her worst fears came true when she entered and found Stephanie sitting on her chair in the center of the room, right where she left her, only standing next to her was a taller, older, muscular woman with short hair. She looked like she was in her mid-30s.  

“This is Miranda?” the newcomer asked. 

“Yes. Miranda, this is Traci, my girlfriend,” Stephanie answered. 

“Hi…” Miranda said meekly

“Calm down a bit?” Miranda nodded, still rubbing her butt. “How’s your ass feel?”

“It really hurts. Stephanie I’m so sorry about today. I’ll do better, I promise. Just please, no more.” Miranda’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Stephanie shook her head no. 

“I know it hurts. But it has to hurt. You understand why you’re getting a spanking, don’t you?”

“Because I disappointed you today?”

“Because you slacked off big time and it seems like you’re not taking the job seriously. You didn’t pick me up, you didn’t get me lunch, and you didn’t finish the project I asked you to before leaving. You need to be punished as a reminder to do things right.”

“But Stephanie…”

“You should be scolding her,” Traci interrupted.

“Scolding?” Stephanie asked. 

“Once you told me your plan, I spent the day researching spanking methods and punishing tactics to make sure you did this right. I think I’m sorta like a quasi expert on the subject now. And right now even though you spanked her a bit, it seems like Miranda still doesn’t get it. So you should be scolding her, not being understanding.”

“Right,” Stephanie nodded. “Miranda! Your behavior today was atrocious! You know what your job is here don’t you?!”

“Yes!” Miranda cried. Stephanie began raising her voice as Traci stood next to her, arms folded, nodding her head.  

“Are you sure?! You blew it big time today! Seems like you have no idea what you’re doing or what is expected of you! At this point in being here this long?! You should be ashamed of yourself!” 

“I know, I’m sorry!” Miranda cried. 

“You will be! You’re not sorry yet. I didn’t even get to have lunch because of you! Luckily Traci brought me some dinner so I don’t starve, and I’m going to eat it while she gives you the next part of your spanking.” Miranda went wide eyed and shook her head no. 

“Stephanie…”

“This girl is still saying no even though she’s in no position to be,” Traci said in disbelief. 

“See what I mean?! You have an attitude problem and we’re going to take care of it. This shit ends today! Understand?!” Stephanie roared. Miranda closed her eyes and nodded furiously. 

“Yes!”

“Good. Now I’m going to sit at my desk and eat my sandwich while Traci takes care of you. Trace, she’s all yours.” Stephanie stood up and walked over to the couch on the side of the office and sat down, picking up the sandwich that was there and beginning to unwrap it. Traci sat down on the chair.  

“Alright, Miranda come here,” the newcomer instructed. The youngest girl in the room nervously rushed over to Traci’s side to bend over. “Nuh-uh not yet. Stand in front of me.” Miranda quickly did as she was told, fearing the worst. “Put your hands on top of your head and leave them there,” came the next instruction. Miranda did as she was told. 

Traci reached forward and undid Miranda’s belt, and once it was loose enough, pulled it straight off and dropped it on the floor. “Not gonna need that for a bit…” she remarked as she unbuttoned Miranda’s khakis and unzipped them, taking the sides and pulling them down. “Don’t need these,” she commented as got them down to around the knees, she let go, letting them fall to around Miranda’s ankles. Miranda cringed as she felt the never ending embarrassment of having her boss’ girlfriend, a woman she just met minutes ago, undress her. Stephanie sat on the couch, eating her late lunch and watching intently. 

“And definitely don’t need these,” Traci said as she slipped her thumbs through the sides of the waistband of Miranda’s panties and gripping them for their inevitable trip downward. Miranda closed her eyes and cringed and shook her head no. “Mhm, panties down…” Traci said almost sadistically as she pulled the panties down as well, letting them fall to Miranda’s ankles. She pat her lap. “Alright, come over my lap.” Miranda took her hands off her head and slowly climbed over Traci’s lap, keeping her hands and legs on the floor. Traci used her left arm to hold Miranda closer to her by her torso and rubbed her ass with her right hand. “Let’s see how you did Steph…mmm. Nicely done. Red on the right spots; it’s warm.” She put the back of her hand up against Miranda’s left cheek.

“Thanks babe. I used my hand and the hairbrush,” Stephanie answered between bites. 

“Good work. But not quite enough. You said you wanted this to be her only spanking, right?”

“Hopefully so.”

“Then we’re gonna need to turn the heat up on this ass. Especially after she was saying no. Luckily I bought a little something to help. But first, let me get a feel for this…”

With that, Traci began a sea of hard smacks across Miranda’s sore cheeks with her hand. Miranda immediately began letting out yells and yelps of pain. “I’m stronger than Steph, all muscle. So my hand is gonna do some more damage than hers. Now hush,” Traci explained and demanded as she kept her onslaught of spanks going. Miranda cringed and scrunched her face, trying not to cry as Traci whooped her behind. After a few moments, she stopped. 

“Alright, we got a jiggly butt here. But let’s get serious. Stand up.” Miranda quickly stood up, putting her hands in front of her groin. “Put your hands on your head,” came the instruction. “From now on when you’re standing during a punishment, your hands stay on your head unless you’re told. Now do it.” Miranda moaned and put her hands back on her head. 

“Why are you having her stand?” Stephanie asked. 

“You did solid work on her cheeks. But her, I think they’re called sit spots? They need some work for this punishment to be effective. And I know just the way to get them.” Traci stood up and walked over to the desk. “Miranda, come here.” Miranda waddled over, pants and panties still bunched around her ankles. Traci pat the desk. “Lay down on your back longways across the desk.”

Miranda turned her back to the side of the desk and slowly laid her back down on it so her legs were on the floor but her torso was horizontal. 

“Now, keep your hands under your head and keep your head down on them. Don’t take your hands out from under your head. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” was the answer as Miranda lifted her head and placed her hands under it, laying here head down on top of her hands. 

“Good. Now lift your legs all the way straight up in the air.”

Hesitantly and nervously, Miranda followed orders. Once her legs were up, her khakis and panties fell back down towards the top of her legs. 

“This is called the diaper position,” Traci explained out loud for the room. “Because she’s in a position that looks like she’s getting a diaper change. Once her legs are up, her sit spots are exposed and her skin is tighter, so the spanks hurt more.”

“I like it,” Stephanie said. 

“But just to make sure nothing gets in the way…” Traci turned to Miranda’s feet which were up in the air and took off her left shoe, placing it on the floor. She did the same with the right. She then gripped the legs of her khakis and tugged on them, bringing them all the way up Miranda’s legs to her feet, taking them off all the way one leg at a time. Once she took Miranda’s pants all the way off, she folded them up and placed them on top of her shoes. She then took her panties, which had fallen all the way down to her ass, and lifted them up and took them all the way off. “Cute undies…” she remarked as she folded them as well and placed them on the pants on the shoes. 

“Now look,” Traci said, presenting the naked from the waist down Miranda on her desk. “Unobstructed access to the tender spots. And I know you used your hairbrush already, so I brought this from home…” Traci reached down to the side of the desk and picked up a long wooden bath brush. “A bath brush. From what I read, guaranteed to hurt more than the hairbrush.”

“That’s great,” Stephanie said, finishing her sandwich. “How many are you going to give her?”

“I was thinking 30 total, especially considering what’s coming.” Miranda let out a wail. “Shush you, or it’ll be 60,” Traci threatened. 

“30 sounds good,” Stephanie approved. 

“Good. Miranda, keep your legs up in the air. Don’t drop em.” Traci took the bathbrush and rested the back end of the brush side against Miranda’s exposed lower right butt cheek. She then swung back and smacked it. 

“OUCH!” Miranda cried, her legs falling. 

“What did I say?!” Traci yelled. 

“It HURTS!” 

“I don’t care! Lift your legs up.” Miranda moaned and lifted her legs back up. Traci then repeated the process on her left cheek. Again, Miranda let out a cry and her legs fell. “Seriously?!”

“I can’t help it! It hurts!”

“That’s too bad. Lift your legs and stick your ass out.” 

“Hang on,” Stephanie said, standing up and walking over. She stood to the side of her desk and reached down, grabbing Miranda’s ankles and lifting her legs up all the way up and back a bit so her ass stuck out more. “I’ll hold her in place for you.” Miranda let out a whimper. 

“Good, thanks babe. Now we’re gonna start over from 1, so hold those legs tight. Miranda, don’t move and don’t let your hands come out.” With that, a SMACK! on the right sit spot. 

“OW!”

SMACK! on the left. 

“OUCH!” Miranda reflexively tried to drop her legs, but Stephanie held on tight so she couldn’t budge. 

“2 down, 28 to go…” Traci said wickedly as she smacked again. She had a stronger arm than Stephanie, and Miranda felt it. She began a steady pace of smacking back and forth across the exposed sit spots. 

SMACK! “Ouch!”

SMACK! “Owww!”

SMACK! “Pleaseeee!”

Traci and Stephanie would hear none of it, as the bottom warmer and the leg holder stayed silent, ignoring the spankee’s pleas for mercy. 

By smack 10, Miranda was crying again. 5 rapid smacks later had her bawling, trying to hold her hands down and desperately wanting to drop her feet. 

“Halfway there…” Traci said. “These last 15 are gonna hurt more, brace yourself.”

SMACKKK! “OW!!”

SMACKKKKK!! “AHHH FUCK!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK! “OW OW OW OW PLEASE NO MORE!”

“10 to go…” 

“PLEASE IT HURTS!”

SMACK! “OUCHHH!”

SMACK SMACK! “OW OW OW!”

Stephanie stood in awe as her lover firmly punished her employee, taking no mercy and doing the job right. 

7 smacks later, it was done. Miranda was sobbing as Traci placed the bath brush on the desk and inspected her work. The lower part of Miranda’s ass cheeks and the section where they met her thighs were all red and sore. She rubbed them a bit. 

“See, that’s a punishment,” she told Stephanie. “Feel her sit spots.” Stephanie let go of Miranda’s ankles and put the back of her hand across the sit spots. 

“Oof, this isn’t even warm, it’s hot,” she chuckled. 

“Is her spanking over?”

“Not quite yet. There’s ONE more implement I’d like to use just to drive my point across.” Miranda let out a huge sob. “But first, Miranda, you may go to the bathroom and wash up and calm down.” Miranda slowly let her legs come down, wincing as she sat on the desk to prop herself off. She reached down to get her panties, but Stephanie stopped her. “You don’t need those. Not until after your spanking is done. Now go.” Gingerly rubbing her ass, Miranda ran off to the bathroom crying. 

“That was impressive,” Stephanie remarked. 

“Thanks. I spent all day researching how to give a good spanking so I could help you. I learned all about certain implements and how to use them best for maximum punishment.”

“Good. Maybe you can come by next time I have to punish her. Hopefully there won’t be a next time, but if there is…”

“Say no more babe. I’ll be here to toast her buns.”

In the bathroom, Miranda sobbed at the sink for 5 minutes, covering her face with her left hand and rubbing her butt with the right. Her whole bottom was on fire, and no  matter how much she rubbed, the pain remained. Her sit spots stung so bad. 

Once she managed to stop crying, she washed her face and resumed rubbing her butt as much as she could to dull the sting. She shuddered at the idea of another implement - but it would be the last one. But what could it be?

A few minutes later, Miranda returned to the office covering her groin. The chair was back behind the desk and Traci and Stephanie stood in front of the desk facing her.

“Hands?” Traci asked. 

“Huh?”

“What did I say about your hands?” Miranda quickly put her hands back on her head, exposing herself to the two older women. 

“Alright Miranda. You’re almost done. One more implement to go. But this one will hurt the most,” Stephanie warned. She turned to the desk and picked up the Amazon box that Miranda brought to her earlier. She opened it, having had already ripped the tape off, and pulled out an 18 inch long wooden cane with a black handle. Miranda went wide eyed. 

“It’s a cane,” Stephanie explained. “The harshest of implements. Thank god it was on prime so I could get it today. This is to make sure you absolutely learn your lesson.”

“I have…” moaned Miranda. 

“I don’t think so,” responded the boss. “This cane is going to teach you to make sure you do your job right so this never happens again. Because trust me, this cane will stay in this office after today and will meet your bottom again if it needs to. Now, come here and bend all the way over my desk.” Stephanie and Traci stood aside as Miranda walked up to the long part of the desk and bent all the over, gripping the other side of the desk with her hands and sticking her red butt all the way out. 

“Now,” Stephanie began as Traci stood aside and she took her place next to Miranda, “a cane is meant to be for a limited amount of strokes. 6, 8, 10. But since this is meant to be a serious punishment, you’re going to get 20 strokes. Do you understand?” Miranda let out a wail in response. 

“I think that’s a yes,” Traci quipped. 

“Good,” Stephanie said, taking a step away from Miranda and lifting the cane into position across the middle of Miranda’s butt cheeks. She gave it a few small hits before swinging back and CRACK! against her ass. 

“OUCH!” Miranda screamed and jumped up, grabbing her ass. 

“Get back down!” Stephanie and Traci yelled in unison. Miranda already started crying as she got back into position for the next stroke. Stephanie lifted the cane into position again, slightly slower than before, swung back and CRACK! again! Miranda screamed and cried. 

“See, she’s already getting some nice lines,” Traci pointed out. 

“Good,” Stephanie said mercilessly. 

The next few cane strokes came the same, all around the center/lower half of Miranda’s ass, all making her scream and cry, all leaving red lines across her cheeks. 

After stroke 10, Stephanie began rubbing her finger across some of the red lines. 

“Only halfway there…” she commented. 

“Here, I’ve got an idea,” Traci said. “Miranda, stand up and come to the center of the room.”

Still crying, Miranda walked to the center of the room, rubbing her ass with one hand and wiping her tears with the other. Traci walked to the center of the room to her and put her hands on her back and chest. 

“Bend over, like this,” she instructed. Sobbing, Miranda did as she was told. “I saw this in a video. Put your hands behind the back of your knees and hold them there. This is going to make her ass skin tighter so the cane hurts more.” Miranda did as instructed, crying. Stephanie joined them in the center of the room. 

“Good thinking babe. Why don’t you give her these last 10 yourself?”

“No babe. She’s your employee. You’re the one punishing her.”

“Yeah but she made you come all this way and spend part of your day doing this.”

“Right…”

“How about just give her 5, and I’ll give her the last 5?”

“Perfect, let me see the cane.” Stephanie handed the cane to Traci, who swung it down in the air a few times to get a feel. “I like this…” She brought the cane to the sobbing girl’s backside. “Stick your ass out all the way, I want to get a good swing.” Miranda pushed her butt out as much as she could as Traci rested the cane up against it. Miranda closed her eyes and braced for impact. 

CRACK!

“OWWWWW!” Miranda cried. 

“I like that!” Traci laughed as she brought the cane back into position, on the lower half of Miranda’s ass. One light smack, two light smack, swing back and CRACK! Miranda cried as the cane left another red line across her cheeks. 

3 more came, all followed by tearful screams. Traci lowered the cane and handed it back to Stephanie. 

“Thanks babe, that was fun. Finish her off.”

“Of course,” Stephanie said, bringing the cane back to Miranda’s cheeks. “These last 5 are going to be fast and hard. Stay still or I WILL do them again,” she warned. 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

On the 5th stroke of the cane, Miranda jumped up, screaming and crying and grabbing her ass, unable to take anymore. 

“OWWWW AHHHH GOD DAMNIT FUCKKK!” she screamed. 

“Whoa whoa!” Traci yelled. 

“Back in position for the final 5!” Stephanie demanded. 

“I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE! IT HURTS!” Miranda cried. 

“You’ll take 5 more, and if you don’t get back in position you’ll take 10 more!”

“NO! NO MORE!”

“Then clean up your stuff. You’re fired.”

“NO!” 

“It’s one of the other. The cane or the can,” Stephanie warned, arms folded. Miranda stood there crying heavily, rubbing her ass and shaking her head no. “Decide now before it becomes 20 strokes,” warned Stephanie. 

Coming to her senses a moment or so later, Miranda slowly bent back over and resumed the position. 

“This is your own fault you’re in this situation,” Stephanie admonished her, bringing the cane back to her ass. “5 more.”

“Should be 10 more,” Traci remarked. 

“10 more it is. The first 5 will be paced, the last 5 will be fast. Do NOT move. If you move again it becomes 25 more. Do you understand?” Miranda nodded. 

CRACK!

“Ouch!!”

CRACK! 

“Owwww!”

CRACK!

“Ow ow!”

CRACK!

“Ow fuck!”

CRACK!

“OUCH!”

Stephanie rubbed the cane back and forth across Miranda’s red, marked up ass, humming to herself. 

“Just do the final 5! Please! Just do them!” Miranda begged. 

“Okay, stay still…” Stephanie swung back and

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

With the final stroke, Miranda screamed and cried, but stayed in place. 

“Good,” the two spankers said together. Stephanie placed the cane on the desk next to the bath brush and her and Traci each rubbed one of Miranda’s sore butt. They were red, swollen and covered in multiple cane lines across the cheeks. Miranda sobbed and sobbed. 

“Are we EVER going to have a repeat of today?” Stephanie asked. 

“NO!” Miranda screamed through sobs. 

“Promise?”

“YES!”

“Good. Because what will happen if we do?”

“I’LL GET A SPANKING!”

“Yep. The brushes are coming home with me. But the cane is staying in the office here, so whenever you need it applied to your bare ass, it’ll be ready.”

“And I’ll be back next time to help punish you,” Traci warned. 

“IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN I’M SORRY!”

“That’s what I want to hear. Now, go back to your desk and finish the Smith project. You don’t go home until it’s done.”

“Okay…”

“And you don’t get your pants or underwear back until it’s done. They’re staying here in my office with me.”

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna head home babe,” Traci said. 

“Thanks for helping me out babe,” Stephanie said. They kissed. Traci grabbed the hairbrush and bathbrush and turned to Miranda, still bent over.

“You behave yourself from now on for my babe Miranda, or we’ll do this again,” she warned. She gave Miranda’s right ass cheek a final goodbye slap eliciting a cry as she left. Once she was gone, Stephanie gave Miranda’s ass a final rub. 

“Okay, stand up.” Miranda did as she was told. “Go back to your desk and finish the project. You can have your pants and underwear back when you’re done. I want you to sit that sore ass of yours on the chair and think about what happened today, and how it will happen again if you don’t shape up. Remember - if need be, this cane can and WILL be used another day. Now go.” She told gave Miranda’s ass a final slap. 

Miranda yelped and ran off, rubbing her burning ass and trying to stop crying. Stephanie sat down at her own desk as Miranda shut the door behind her. She browsed her computer “new spanking methods…”

Miranda got to her desk, wiped her eyes clear, and slowly sat down. She let out a scream as she sat - it REALLY hurt to sit down. Her ass on fire and her nose sniffling, Miranda went on to her computer, using her right hand to work, and her left hand to rub her partially lifted ass in the air to dull the three alarm fire back there. She went to Google and typed in “new job openings near me.”

In her office, Stephanie opened her screen viewer app and clicked Miranda’s screen, and saw her Google search. Scowling, she picked up the cane and looked at it.

“Well, looks like tomorrow’s another day...”