Author: Jack Crawford Title: Sneaking By Summary: Procrastination and falsehoods at work, result in serious consequences for this young man, starting over the lap of the boss' secretary! Keywords: dom, FM, humil, fd, spank, exhib <!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010 Drew Sanders had always had a little problem with procrastination. He found schoolwork easy just as he now found the assignments in his new job easy. Well, easy enough, but there always seemed to be something that would get in the way. Something that kept him constantly trying to catch up or causing him to have to make excuses why his work wasn't ready on schedule. It was serious enough that his boss, Danny Hempstead had put him on notice: Shape up and meet your deadlines, or you're fired! Drew was sweating bullets late on a Friday afternoon, desperately trying to complete a project that was due by 5:00 P.M. It wasn't going to be done, and Drew knew it as he feverishly typed at his keyboard. Damn it! Drew thought, This is stupid! Danny isn't even going to be back in the office until Monday. I've got the whole weekend to finish this. But Drew knew he had to have the work finished and on Mr. Hempstead's desk by 5:00 P.M. Danny's super-efficient secretary, Kim Dowling, would date and time stamp her receipt of the report and even if Danny did not read it until Monday, he would know if it had been turned in on time. Then, it suddenly struck the imagination of the procrastinating young man. I do have all weekend! I'll type up a cover memo and attach it to an old report. Drew knew Kim would stamp the cover memo and he could come in on Saturday, finish the report and replace it behind the stamped cover memo. As he delivered the phony "completed" project at 4:45, Kim stamped the cover as he had expected. She said, "Cutting it a little close, aren't you, Drew?" "Close and late are two different things, Kim," he answered. "Have a good weekend." It's a good thing attractiveness and abrasiveness are not mutually exclusive, he thought as he turned his back on his boss's secretary. Ever the efficient secretary, Kim also had a sadistic streak that tended to accentuate other's shortcomings. It seemed like Drew was a constant target for her sharp tongue lately. Relieved, Drew partied late Friday and slept in Saturday. Late in the morning, he made it back to work to finish his project. No one in the office ever showed up on Saturdays, so Drew made the pot of coffee and finished his report. As he sent the project to the printer, he went to pour another cup of coffee and was startled to see Kim pouring one for herself. "Oh, uh, Good morning, Kim," he stammered, suddenly feeling like the naughty schoolboy who had been caught red handed. He gathered his wits and told himself that Kim had no idea what was going on, and he grew somewhat angry as he realized that he would have to wait for her to leave so he could replace the phony report with the real report. But if he had felt guilty before, it was nothing like the sensation that swept over him as Kim asked, "Get that report finished yet, Drew?" She eyed him closely as Drew squirmed and nearly dropped the pot of coffee. He didn't seem to want, or be able, to answer, so Kim continued. "I'm not as stupid as you seem to think. I looked through the report you gave to me yesterday and we both know that you didn't meet the deadline." She paused to let the realization sink in before continuing. "Mr. Hempstead will be so disappointed at having to let you go, but you know what he said." "C'mon, Kim," argued Drew. "I've got the whole thing done, and I only have to replace it for the one I gave you yesterday. Cut me some slack, okay?" He was clearly upset and nervous. Kim liked the feeling of power she had. "No, Drew, it is definitely not okay," she rebuked. "I am disappointed that you have not learned better work habits, especially since you are so bright and talented. But, more important, I am really upset that you tried to slip something past me." She placed her hands on her hips, then wagged an accusatory finger at him. "I am very disappointed in you and I am very upset with what you must think of me!" "Please, Kim! If Danny finds out I was late again, it'll cost me my job!" he begged. "Can't we work this out?" She looked at him thoughtfully. He was upset, concerned, and, yes, there was a trace of moisture in his eyes as he appeared close to losing control of his emotions. He made a plaintive, "Please, Kim!" again as she let him continue to squirm like a worm on a hook. "Well," she said thoughtfully, looking at the ceiling as if receiving divine guidance. "There is only one thing to do if you don't want to be fired." "Anything!" promised Drew, his hopes soaring now that she had opened the door to an opportunity. "I'll do anything to make this up. What can I do?" "You can learn your lesson like any other naughty little boy, Drew," she announced flatly. "When naughty boys misbehave, they have their naughty, little bottom spanked." Kim let no expression cross her face, even though she was delighted by the shocked look that immediately registered in Drew's eyes. "I suspect that a spanking, judiciously applied to your bare bottom is something that would have benefited you years ago, and it's something that you desperately need now!" "But..." he protested. "No 'buts'," she interrupted. "I'll be in Danny's office for the next five minutes. If you want to keep your job, you get in there before I leave. If you miss me, it's too late and you can plan on receiving your final paycheck on Monday." She whipped around and left him standing in the coffee room, dumbfounded. He was shocked and couldn't even call out to her to protest. Drew could not remember the last time he had been spanked at home, although he remembered that he had been spanked on occasion. He was 25 years old, well past spanking age, he thought. But, the image of Kim's lithe body stirred his imagination. Bare bottomed? he thought. He could imagine lying naked over her supple thighs with her fondling and spanking his naked hindquarters. Kim may dress down at work, but the knockout body she had could not be completely concealed. Even though she was eight years older than Drew, he found her very attractive. Though his libido awakened, Drew also realized that he deserved a good spanking. The revelation was similar to a light coming on suddenly in a dark room. It startled him that he had made that realization, especially since he now recognized that he had a spanking coming for a long time. His procrastination was a problem, and one that Drew knew he had to cure. It just seemed like he could address it some other day, and now, for some reason, he knew today was the day he started to deal with it. He knew he deserved the spanking. He also felt he needed one. The constant corner cutting, making of excuses, and the disappointed looks he had received from his boss, coworkers and former teachers had gnawed at his conscience for a long while. I guess today is the day, he shrugged. Drew put down the coffee cup and went to Danny's office. The door was closed and he knocked on it, hoping he wasn't too late. "Come in," called Kim from the office. Drew opened the door and entered the room, at once relieved that he hadn't missed her, but apprehensive about his impending spanking. How would he take it? Would it hurt? Is she really going to give it to me on my bare ass? Drew approached Danny's large desk, behind which Kim was seated. "I'm pleased that common sense prevailed, Drew," remarked the seated beauty. It was then that Drew noticed Kim had come in that Saturday in her usual business attire, a conservative dark business suit. Her skirt barely reached her knees, though and Drew eyed her crossed legs. Her normal business dress seemed odd to him, incongruous with the normally casual Saturday, but somehow pertinent to the task she was about to perform. He stood nervously in front of the desk, unable to look Kim, and unable to focus on any one object. His eyes darted about the room, hands fidgeting by his side as he tapped his fingers on his thighs. The room was deathly quiet for several minutes until Kim launched into scathing summary of his shortcomings. She harangued and scolded Drew for a full five minutes, fully enjoying his growing discomfort. When she finished, Drew felt every bit the naughty 10 year old boy waiting for the spanking he deserved, desperately wishing to get it started on over with. "I hope you remember everything I had to say, young man," she concluded. "The time for talk is over! I want you to remove your shoes, socks and pants. You can put them in the closet." She indicated the far wall where the closet was located and leaned back in the large leather desk chair and watched Drew scurry to comply with her command. As he closed the closet door, having placed all but his shorts and T-shirt in the closet, Kim told him to move one of the side chairs that faced the desk and place it out of the way by a wall. A single, sturdy straight back chair, armless, of course, now stood in front of the large desk. It was a lonely sentinel beckoning the naughty Drew, a lonely symbol of the punishment to come. Kim walked around the desk and sat on the chair, crooking her finger towards Drew to indicate where he was wanted. "It's bottoms up time, young man," she announced, grasping his wrist and pulling him unceremoniously over her lap. He was positioned to her liking, thrilled at the close contact with the beautiful older woman, but embarrassed at being in the time honored position for correction. Her lecture had been completed, so Kim set right to the task of punishing Drew. Her right hand raised and came crashing down on the seat of his shorts, then again and again. Her palm fell in a steady rhythm, that Drew found warming .... the heat in his bottom started to increase, but there was another warmth that surround him. It was sexual glow and attraction, as well as a more universal feeling of caring. That's it, he thought to himself, stoically accepting his punishment, Kim is the first person in a long time that has done something for me because she cares. The warm caring feeling slipped from his thoughts as he felt Kim slip her fingers beneath the waistband of his undershorts and slip them down to his knees. "Oh, God!" he groaned. "This is so humiliating!" "Then maybe you'll remember this lesson a little longer," Kim exclaimed as she renewed the brisk hand spanking. Now the spanks were clear and sharp, no longer muffled by the thin cotton of his shorts. Not only was the sound of each spank sharper, but the physical impression was also sharper and more intense. Drew could feel the difference immediately. Trying to remain stoic and silent, Drew still found it difficult to remain motionless over Kim's lap. The spanking was becoming ever more painful as her surprisingly hard hand found its target spank after spank. He squirmed we each sharp slap, wincing at the loudness and clarity of each spank. If someone else is in the building, he thought, they'll know exactly what is going on in here! Immediately he became fearful of being discovered. His fear became nearly unmanageable as Kim ordered him up and off her lap. "Put your nose in the corner," she ordered, "and think about what you've done to earn this spanking." He reached down for his shorts, but she stopped him. "Don't touch those!" she threatened in a voice that had a terrifying edge to it. "Leave them where they are and leave your hands at your sides. No rubbing!" Drew stood in the corner feeling foolish and frightened. He knew his bright red bottom was on display, and with his shorts around his knees, he felt more exposed than if he had been naked. He thought about the spanking and was pretty pleased with how he had taken it. Sure, his bottom ached, a dull throbbing clearly felt. But, he had not cried out and he could already feel the throbbing subside. He was startled when Kim whispered into his ear, having silently sneaked up on him. "It's not over, yet, young man. You have the real punishment still to come." She warned him not to move and he heard her leave the office. Drew stood in the lonely corner, unmoving, for 10 or 15 minutes before Kim returned. She ordered him back to his position over her lap and when he turned to approach the chair he saw that she was already seated. He hustled to comply with her order, but it wasn't until he was lowering himself over her lap that he noticed the dark brown hairbrush that Kim had firmly clasped in her hand. He hesitated when he saw the brush, but Kim pushed him into his spanking position. This time, Kim draped her right leg over his thighs and took his right hand and pressed it firmly into the small of his back. She squeezed her leg and his wrist, settling him firmly into place. "Now you're going to discover what a real bottom blistering is, Drew," she warned. "Don't even think about getting up or struggling, because you'll only make it worse for yourself." She brought the hairbrush down crisply, stinging his right bottom cheek then again quickly stinging his left cheek. The searing pain was instant and incredible. Drew gasped at the suddenness of the pain now realizing just how heavy the hairbrush was. It also felt much larger than it appeared as he felt two more quick spanks, then two more. He grunted audibly with each spank, cursing his naivete at believing the spanking was over. Another half dozen spanks with the brush and Drew was squirming with each groan of pain. It was then that Kim remembered something. "Drew, it's okay to cry," she advised him. He felt ashamed at the possibility she might actually reduce him to tears as she confirmed his worst fears. "And, you will cry like the naughty little boy you are before I let you up." Now that the promise had been made, Kim resumed her task with a greater purpose. The results were instantly noticeable as Drew began to beg and plead to be let up. Unfortunately for him, each time he implored her to stop, he only motivated her to spank him harder and faster. Recognizing that she was not going to give up, Drew struggled furiously to free himself. But he did not succeed. Kim had him firmly in place and Drew was going nowhere until she decided the spanking was over. His struggling did result in Kim giving him a few well placed swats on the back of his thighs which caused him to howl in pain. It also made him stop struggling and she returned to the larger, more appropriate target that was perched atop her lap. Kim watched with fascination as Drew tried to maintain control and keep from crying. She watched his bottom bounce with each spank, turning bright red, then taking on a bluish purple haze where particularly nasty strokes had kissed his bottom. Each new spank caused the colored surface to turn a bright white, but only briefly as the color quickly returned in a more intense shade. Finally, Drew broke down and began sobbing and crying big crocodile tears. Kim felt his body go limp over her lap as she continued to spank. Now the only motion she felt were the tremors of sobbing that racked his body. She stopped spanking and held him in place, uncertain he even knew she had stopped. As he gained control over the tears, Kim let him up and directed him to the corner. As he placed his nose in the corner and let his hands dangle at his side, she gave him his final instructions. "Drew, you stay put with your nose in the corner until you think you can behave yourself and meet deadlines. Only then may you get dressed and leave." He heard her open the door, then stop and call back to him. "And don't forget to put the real project with the cover letter. I left it on my desk."