New Employee Punished Part 2

 New Employee Punished Part 2


The next day, Miranda made sure to pick up Stephanie and bring her to work. She even brought her coffee (which she needed herself, given she had to stay an extra 2 hours at the office to finish the project she was working on.)

She made sure she was working as fast and diligently as she could, and when she went to lunch, bought Stephanie something. Miranda wanted to be on her best behavior; she was still nursing a sore bottom from her punishment the day before, and spent most of the day still giving it rubs to dull the lasting effect of the ass whooping she received. And things were looking good - until 5pm when she stood up to leave and Stephanie popped out of her office door. 
“Miranda, can I see you in my office please?” Miranda gulped, fearing the worst, and placed her bag down and headed for the office where she’d been so properly punished the day before. She came in to see Stephanie at her chair, thankfully behind her desk. “Come in, please, and shut the door behind you.” Miranda nervously complied before slowly approaching the desk. 
“Is everything okay, Stephanie?” she managed to squeak out. 
“How’d we do today?”
“Well the Mansion account is done and so is the Barrel account for now..”
“I see. And how’s your butt feeling?”
“It still hurts…”
“I see. Do you feel the punishment was well deserved? You learned your lesson and you won’t slack off?”
“Yes, yes I do…”
“Then why, not even 5 minutes after your punishment ended, were you googling other jobs when you were supposed to be working?”
“I…”
“Didn’t know I could see your screen in here, huh? An entire punishment section devoted to keeping you on the right track, and what happens right after it ends? You go right back to slacking off when you should be working. Now if you want another job so bad, I’ll make it easy for you. You’re fired.”
“What?! You can’t!”
“I can and will. If a severe punishment like the one you got yesterday wasn’t enough to deter you from immediately slacking off, then you have no place here. Please pack up your belongings and go.” 
“Stephanie no, please. I love this job. I need this job,” Miranda pleaded, eyes welling up. “I’m so sorry. I was angry. I wasn’t thinking. Please. I’m begging.” 
“Hmm…maybe yesterday’s punishment just wasn’t tough enough. Maybe we need to give you some extra punishment today as a reminder, what do you think?”
“I…”
“The choice is yours. Your ass or your job.”
“I’ll take a spanking. Please. I can’t be fired.”
“Alright. You chose the spanking. And rather than start with my hand or anything, I’m just going to give you 25 with the cane. I read that starting with a cane is extremely severe and it’s called a ‘cold caning’. Maybe that’s what you need, hm?”
“I, I don’t know.”
“Well I do,” Stephanie began, standing up and walking around the desk to Miranda. “Now pull down your pants.”
Miranda nervously went for her leggings (she wanted to wear something light to help with her burning behind) and pulled them down to her knees and stood back up. Stephanie pointed at her blue panties with white stars on them. “Ahem. Underwear down too.”
Miranda pouted and let out a whine as she put her hands on the sides of her panty waistband. 
“Stephanie…”
“Don’t pout. You wanted to ignore the punishment that you got yesterday, so now we do today’s whole punishment this way. Bare butt. So drop your panties now.” Miranda swallowed her pride again and pushed her panties down to her knees so they fell into her leggings and she stood up, covering her crotch. “Bend over the desk again like you did yesterday,” was the next command, which Miranda quickly followed. 
“All the way over. Stick your ass out.” Miranda winced as she bent over all the way. Stephanie stood to her side and kneeled down, inspecting Miranda’s bare butt. “Nicely healed…still have a few lines showing,” she said, rubbing her pointer across the faded red cane lines that marked her otherwise healed, white butt. “No reason to worry though,” the boss said, standing up and walking over to her desk and pulling the wooden cane out from behind it, “we can always add more.”
Stephanie walked back over to Miranda’s ass and gave the cane a swing down in mid air to get a feel for it. The sound of the swish made Miranda jump a bit. She grimaced a bit more when she felt the cold unforgiving thin stripe of wood patted up against her exposed cheeks. 
“So the number you’re going to get is 25. I looked up online how to make a caning particularly harsh but effective. I’m going to do 5 reps of 5 on your bottom. And the 5 are going to be in the same spot. Hopefully this teaches you. And if you jump up, stand up, or block your ass with your hands, we start over from 1. Am I clear?”
“Yes..” muttered Miranda. 
“Good. Now stick your ass out. I want to make sure I get a good swing.”
Stephanie positioned the cane for dead center across Miranda’s butt cheeks which were as far out as she could get them, then swung back and CRACK! 
“OW!” Miranda cried, kicking her leg up and gripping the desk as hard as she could. 
“Keep still,” came Stephanie’s pitiless response as the cane positioned itself back where it was. 
Over the next minute, the only sounds were the swoosh! of the cane in the air, the CRACK! of it hitting where it just hit a moment before, and Miranda letting out a yell or cry. After 4 more, Stephanie lowered the cane and inspected the spot she’d just been hitting. A single bright red line crossed Miranda’s cheeks evenly. Stephanie rubbed her pointer across it, eliciting a yelp from Miranda who was crying. 
“There we go. That’s the kind of thing we’re going for. Something to help you remember not to slack.” She stood back up and positioned the cane, this time slightly below the first line. 
Pat, pat, CRACK! “OWW!” Miranda kicked her legs again with the cry. 
“Stay still I said. Don’t make me go back to 1,” Stephanie warned. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Another 5 completed. Miranda was bawling as Stephanie took a gander at her work. Another bright red line parallel to the first line. 
“Almost halfway there…” Stephanie taunted as she raised the cane off the floor and back across Miranda’s sore ass, this time a little lower than the 2nd stripe. 
5 CRACKS! later, Miranda was holding on to dear life as tears ran down her cheeks and stripes marked her other cheeks. 
“10 more, you can make it,” emotionlessly responded the older woman as she positioned the cane to another spot slightly lower. Another 5 hits there elicited 5 more screams, followed by the pattern repeating 5 more times on Miranda’s already tender sit spots. 
Once all 25 strokes were done, Stephanie placed the cane down on the desk and kneeled next to the bottom of the girl that was sobbing over her desk. 5 dark red stripes crossed her butt cheeks from top to bottom. She rubbed her finger across each stripe, each time making Miranda flinch and scream a little more. 
“Now, are you going to slack off again?” Stephanie asked. 
“NO I PROMISE!” yelled Miranda between sobs. 
“I hope not. And just to make sure, from now on, every Friday I’ll be giving you a performance review and maintenance spanking. Do you know what a maintenance spanking is?”
“No!” Miranda cried, still blubbering. 
“A maintenance spanking is less about punishing you and more about just giving you a friendly weekly reminder to follow the rules and do your best, lest you get an actual punishment. Which you will still receive if need be, obviously. So every Friday you’ll come to my office after work for a maintenance spanking. It won’t be as harsh as a punishment, I promise, but it will still hurt and won’t be a walk in the park. And if you don’t agree to these terms, you will be fired. Do you absolutely understand?” 
With a huge pit in her stomach and feeling nothing but despair, Miranda nodded as she cried. 
“Good. And lucky for you, I’ve researched more spanking methods and implements, and may have ordered a few to use on your butt if need be. So we’ll see. Anyway, your spanking is over, you can get dressed again and leave for the evening.” 
Still sobbing and in severe pain, Miranda stood up and slowly but carefully pulled her underwear and pants back on and headed out of the office and then for home, rubbing her butt as much as she could, trying and failing to dull the sting from the bite of the cane. 

She didn’t know if she could handle yet another spanking, but she did know she couldn’t handle that job anymore…

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