He was standing just behind her; she quickly clicked the mouse so that the screen

disappeared. She didn't think he'd seen it and he didn't say anything, much to

her relief. After her boss had left the room, she clicked the mouse button back.

It was getting to be addictive but she had to read the postings on the a.s.s.

board. It was also getting dangerous; whenever her work slowed down a bit, she

was dialing up. So far she hadn't been caught, but she wondered why she was

taking the risk.

Tara was a single mother and she needed the job, but she was beginning to find

she needed the daily relief she got from reading the postings, finding out she

wasn't the only one with these 'weird' cravings. And the stories... oh! she got

so hot and wet from reading them, she had taken to wearing short skirts and thigh

high stockings so her fingers could easily slip up her skirt and past the panties

to that warm oasis. She took all her lunch hours in her office these days, with

the door shut and her nimble fingers stroking her swollen clit while she read

about yet another OTK spanking (yes, she was even getting a little familiar with

the lingo). She fantasized about delurking but hadn't yet had the courage.

The work slowed down again around 4:30 and she dialed up again; she pushed the

door to but it didn't latch. She started reading a story about a husband

spanking his wife, and almost without her realizing it, her fingers started

fingering her clit.

From the slightly open door Jim, her boss, watched her. He had sent the others

home early because he knew she would do it again. He had been angry when he first

realized that she was spending time reading 'dirty' messages on the internet,

then intrigued. He had pulled them up himself at home and read the stories and

found himself getting aroused. Still this on company time! He had resolved to

speak to her about it, but now he couldn't seem to move. Her auburn hair was

falling forward on her face, her fingers clearly very busy under a short black

pleated skirt. Tara's breath was coming in short gasps now and he knew she was

on the brink of orgasm.

"What do you think you're doing?" he said sternly, striding into the room. Tara

gasped trying to click the mouse button and remove her fingers from their

compromising position all at the same time. It didn't work. He moved the mouse

away from her hand and started to scroll through the story, muttering to himself.

He straightened up and looked at her sternly.

"Please report to my office now, Tara." And with that he turned and walked out

of the room. Miserably, sure she was going to get fired, she smoothed down her

skirt and walked down the hallway to his office. She noticed as she walked that

all the other workers had left, but her mind was so filled with the enormity of

the mistake she had made that she didn't think anything of it. She knocked on

the door of Jim's office.

"Come in Tara," Jim said in a very cold voice. She shivered and walked over to

stand in front of his desk. "Did you think about the time you have wasted, even

stolen, from this company, young lady?"

"I'm sorry, Jim, I didn't mean it. it was just..." her voice trailed off.

"I think 'Sir' would be more appropriate than 'Jim' just now, Tara," he remarked,

still looking at her very sternly. "It was just what? That you felt your

personal pleasure was more important than anything else?"

"No, Sir," she stammered, and then it all came out in a rush, how she was so

tired and lonely since her divorce and overwhelmed, how the board had made her

feel safe and warm when she thought about someone else being responsible for her

needs, her behaviors and lovingly disciplining her. She was blushing when she

finished and staring at the carpet, unable to meet his eyes.

He looked at her thoughtfully, noticing how her nipples were erect against the

cotton fabric of her blouse, her pale skin becomingly flushed, her dark eyelashes

fluttering nervously up and down. He could feel the insistent stirring of an

erection as he thought of her playing with her clit.

"What do you think I should do about this, Tara?" he asked.

"Please don't fire me, Sir! Give me another chance, please?" she pleaded.

"But I think you deserve to be punished, don't you Tara?"

"I guess so," she said nervously.

"Well I think the punishment should fit the crime, don't you?" he asked. She

stared at him not really knowing where he was going. "I think you need a good

old-fashioned spanking and I'm going to give you one." She stared at him again,

unable to believe what he was saying.

"Well, would you rather I fired you?" he asked. She shook her head dumbly. "Well

then you should be familiar from your readings with the position. I am going to

give you 30 spanks over my knee, followed by 10 with the ruler over my desk.

Please come over here and bend over my knee."

She moved slowly around the desk as he pushed back his chair. It was a nice

hardback chair with no arms (it might have been designed for spanking she thought

somewhat disjointedly) and he patted his lap as she looked at him. She laid

herself across his knee, still unable to believe this was happening. He pulled up

the short skirt, tucking it into the waistband and looked with pleasure at the

black lacy panties and black thigh highs she was wearing, her skin looked the

whiter for the contrast. He rested his hand lightly on her ass for a moment, then

put his fingers into the waistband of her panties and started pulling them off.

"No, Sir..Please not bare!" she whimpered.

"Now Tara, I'm sure a well-read lady like you knows that a good old-fashioned

spanking has to be on the bare bottom to do any good. Any more attempts to stop

this or to interfere and you'll get another 10, maybe with a hairbrush

mmmmmmm..." He pretended to consider the merits, starting to enjoy this, as he

pulled her panties to mid knee, leaving her exposed ass waiting temptingly on his

lap. It was so white, he thought, with the black thigh highs it was going to be a

lovely contrast with the red. He raised his arm, slowly lowering to gauge his

distance, then pulling it back and SPANK hard on her exposed cheek.

Tara almost jumped in the air, whatever she had been expecting it wasn't that,

but before she could really respond SPANK, down came his hand again, this time on

the other cheek. She gritted her teeth, trying not to cry out as his hand kept up

a steady rhythm, finally unable to stop herself from crying, the tears rolling

down her face as the fire in her ass started to really burn.

"Please Sir, please stop. I'll never do it again. Ow! It really hurts, Sir" she

begged.

"It's supposed to hurt, Tara, and I'm not going to stop until I feel you've

really learned your lesson. This is for your own good, young lady," he said

calmly, continuing his steady pace .SPANK, SPANK, SPANK... her ass was starting

to turn a nice rose and he could feel his cock getting harder by the minute.

Tara felt as though it must be a nightmare, how could she have thought this was

what she wanted, when suddenly she became aware of a warm familiar feeling

between her legs, oh no! God what if he noticed, she was so embarrassed... but

the warmth kept spreading, distracting her from the warmth in her ass.

He finished up the over the knee spanking with two extra-hard spanks...

"All right, on your feet now, Tara." She stood, rather unsteadily and looked on

horrified as he walked to the cupboard, returning with a yardstick that he placed

to one side of his desk.

"I really have learned my lesson, Sir; you don't have to do that... please?" he

looked at her steadily,

"No, this is going to be a lesson you'll never forget, Tara. Now please remove

the rest of your clothes - I don't want to rip them or get ink on them - then lay

across my desk." She looked horrified, but remembering the last time she had

questioned him, decided to obey. Off came the white cotton shirt, exposing her

full breasts.

"No bra, eh? That'll cost another 2 strokes; I really can't have you flaunting

yourself that way in the office." Miserably, she stripped off her skirt and

stockings, her hands trying to hide her pussy from his gaze.

"Over the desk," he ordered again, and she laid her upper body across the desk,

her bottom protruding nicely off the edge. She lay there, quivering. He pushed

her legs open, exposing her swollen clit to his view. He had known she was

getting wet and he gently touched her wet pussy with his finger.

She moaned slightly. Jim took up position behind the desk, swinging the yardstick

experimentally. She could hear the air swishing as he tried out his aim and reach

and she shuddered, wondering how she was going to bear this. THWACK, the stick

cut across her ass like she had been sliced; she screamed out loud and

half-jumped up.

"No, please Sir, I really can't take it..." she pleaded.

"You should have thought of that, my dear, before this. Now lay down or I'll

give you more!" And with that he brought it down again on her unprotected

bottom. She shrieked again, but he wasn't letting up and the stick kept

relentlessly striping her bottom. he looked admiringly at the contrast with her

white skin, the rosy background of her hand-spanked ass with the red marks the

yardstick was leaving. He wanted her to really remember this so he was

unsparing, bringing down the stick with all his might.

"These 2 for the indecent attire, remember," he muttered as he delivereded the

final 2 strokes and finally laid down the stick.

He looked at her, sobbing broken-heartedly on his desk, and gently guided her to

her feet, taking her in his arms. She sobbed like a little child against his

shirt and he cuddled her like one, but became gradually aware again of the

throbbing of his cock as she pressed up against him. He reached down and gently

took her nipple into his mouth, licking it and then sucking it. She started to

moan again and he guided her gently across the desk again, pushing open her legs

and burying his tongue in her wet pussy. He flicked his tongue over her hard

clit, sucking it and then licking again until she shuddered and he knew she had

come. Then he stood behind her, stroking her hot ass gently and pushed his cock

in her pussy. He was so hard that it was all he could do to stop himself from

shooting his load instantly, he rammed himself deep into her, cupping her breast

in his hands and pulling her towards him as he lent over the desk. Again and

again he plunged and by now she was screaming again as he finally climaxed by

pulling out and shooting his hot cum all over her burning ass cheeks.

Afterwards, he took her in his arms and told her not to worry, that he would look

after her. She smiled through the remnants of her tears, rather saucily.

"How will I get on without a.s.s. though?"

"Try using my home computer," he said with a smile. And then rather sternly: "I

obviously have to take your discipline needs in hand, young lady!" She smiled

again and sighed contentedly, burrowing her face in his chest.

"Whatever you say, Sir!"