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CORPORATE PUNISHMENT
by
Netstud
Several years ago I worked in a warehouse in the local area.
My job was that of data processor. I was responsible for data
entry, invoicing and running jobs as requested. My boss was a
woman in her mid-thirties named Diana. She was fairly tall, about
five-nine, blond hair and piercing brown eyes. Diana had a nice,
well proportioned figure with the curves in all the right places.
Occasionally she would wear a tight leather skirt and low cut
blouse to work and the men looked forward to these days because it
really showed off her beautiful, rounded bottom and firm chest.
At some point during the day she would manage to give me a peak
down her blouse to reveal that she was wearing a black bra. I
imagined that she was wearing panties and garter belts to match.
One of these mornings I was on the phone with my girlfriend,
which had frequently been the case. We had been having problems
with our relationship and she was calling me at work at least once
every day. On this day as Diana performed her initial tour of the
warehouse and office, she walked by the computer room and stopped
briefly to observe me on the telephone. The conversation was
becoming a little heated and I realized I had to control myself.
Diana left and continued on her morning rounds. She believed in
the principle espoused by In Search of Excellence of MBWA, or
"Management By Walking Around." She usually had a good idea of
what was going on in the work place. I finally got off the phone
and attempted to do my job. I was feeling a great deal of stress.
The work load was increasing and the problems with my girl had
caused my usual pin-point accuracy to suffer. I had made several
errors on customers' credits and this caused them to be upset and
increased my workload again. I had made some mistakes in entering
into the computer the order processors' ID number. The company
tracked productivity in this manner. Some of these errors were
significant and were causing some dissent and morale problems with
the workers. Because of these problems I had to stay late on this
day and try to catch up. One be one and in groups my co-workers
left and eventually the only ones remaining were Diana and me.
Presently the intercom light on my telephone came on and the
instrument beeped. I picked up the receiver to find out what Diana
wanted. She asked me to come and see her in her office and I told
her I would be right in.
The door to her office was open and I walked in and saw Diana
sitting behind her desk in her rather imperious manner. She did
not ask me to sit down so I just stood before her desk as she fixed
me with a rather intense stare.
"Sam, I've called you in to discuss your performance over the
past two weeks," she said.
"Oh?" I said as I felt my stomach tighten and my penis shrink.
"Last week I mentioned this to you and you said you would work
on it. From what I've seen the problem has only gotten worse," she
said sternly.
"I've been really trying, Diana."
"Trying isn't good enough. Our salesmen and our customers have
been calling to complain about the errors you have made issuing
credit. The order fillers are on edge as it is with the extra work
around here and your mistakes in entering their ID numbers have
aggravated the morale problems and have hurt productivity. On top
of this, I have seen you on the phone several times with that
girlfriend of yours when you should be hard at work. Now, what
have you got to say for yourself?"
"Well, Diana, I know I've had my problems lately, but with the
increased work load and my problems with my girlfriend I have been
somewhat distracted, so this may have lead to some of these
difficulties."
"Everyone else has been doing their share of the extra work
without problems or complaints and as for that bitch you call a
girlfriend, you have let your personal life interfere with your
work and this is unacceptable." Diana stood up and walked around
the desk to where I was standing and stood facing me still
pummelling me with her stare.
"By rights I should fire you!"
"But, Diana, I need the job and this is just a temporary
lapse," I pleaded.
"That may be, but I can not let things go on as they are.
Therefore, if you want to remain employed here you will submit to
a spanking right now."
"No!" I exclaimed, aghast. The butterflies were working at
my stomach again, but this time my penis was starting to harden.
"The choice is yours, Sam. If you think this is a good job
and you want to keep it then you better take your pants down."
"But this isn't right, Diana."
"What is not right is your performance lately. Now
you have until the count of five to take down your pants or you're
fired. One!" she said as she held up one finger.
"What about that new car of yours? You're sure to lose it."
"Yes," I said somewhat humbly as I got even more excited.
"Two," another finger went up, "That fancy, high status
apartment of yours, you'll have to go back to more plebeian
surroundings."
"I know, Diana," I said more resignedly.
"Three," the third finger went up, "That girlfriend of yours.
Do you spend a lot of money on her?"
"Yes."
"Do you think she'd continue to fuck you if you were
unemployed and unable to indulge her."
"No."
"Four, that big vacation to Europe. Think you'll be able to
go?"
"No," I said again dumbly as I felt my cock harden to its
maximum. I did not understand my excitement at my impending
punishment, but Diana was a sexy woman especially dressed in that
tight fitting skirt and low cut blouse. She was giving me a really
nice look at her tits too.
"Five," she said with finality.
I sighed and started to unbuckle my belt, undo the top button
of my trousers and pull down the zipper. My pants fell to the
floor around my ankles leaving me in my boxer shorts.
"This will be a bare bottomed spanking so take down
those panties, too!"
I complied and let my shorts down around my ankles too. As
I did my rock hard cock sprung out perpendicular to my body. "What
have we got here?" she asked as she grabbed it rather firmly and
tugged it a couple of times. Then she let go and in a quick motion
brought back her hand and delivered a rather sharp open palmed slap
to the side of my cock. This made me jump, but I was as hard as
ever.
"Do you think women are only interested in your cocks?" Diana
walked around behind me. As she lightly raked her fingernails up
each of my buns she said, "I've had my eye on this cute little ass
of yours from the day you walked and I've dreamed of the day it
would be all mine to punish as I see fit."
Diana walked across the room to where she had a cane chair
that is similar to some kitchen or dining chairs. I always
wondered why she kept this particular chair in her office as it was
out of place. She put it in front of me with its back to me and
told me to bend over the chair, which I did. At this time I felt
vulnerable, submissive and very excited.
She walked around behind me and resumed fondling and rubbing
my buns, "I love to see the male ass in this position, it's so
sexy." I was enjoying this and was wiggling around to her touch,
"Yes, wiggle that little butt for Diana, she likes to see it like
that. Look in the mirror over there . Can you see you butt?"
"Yes, Diana."
"Good, now watch as I spank it." She drew her hand back and
delivered a series of sharp slaps to my proffered buttocks.
"This is for the mistakes on the credit memos," she said as
she slapped my ass a few more times. "And this is for the mistakes
on the order filler ID numbers."
"Diana you're really a bitch aren't you."
"What did you call me?"
"You're a BITCH!"
"How dare you call me that," she said as she started to spank
me harder and harder.
"Call me a bitch, I'll show you. This is for all the
company's time you wasted talking to that slutty girlfriend of
yours."
My ass was starting to burn by now and I thought I had better
lay off calling her names.
"Stand up," she ordered. She sat down in the chair and said,
"Get over my knee. I laid across her lap with my reddened ass
facing her. She then laid into me again saying that this was for
my general shitty attitude. At this point I was apologizing and
begging for mercy.
"OK," she said, "Stand up, but I'm not through with you yet.
Go over behind my desk and get my hairbrush out of the middle
drawer. I looked at her apprehensively, but with my pants around
my ankles I went to her desk and found her hairbrush and brought
it back to her. "Get over my knee again," once again I did as I
was told. "This is for calling me a bitch, I can't let that go
unpunished. You will receive twenty hard spanks with my hairbrush
and I want you to count them."
"Yes, Diana."
I felt the hairbrush land sharply, my butt and legs twitched
at this, "One," another, "Two..."
After the twentieth she told me to get up. She noticed that
my cock was still hard. "Take your cock in your hand." I did so
gladly. "Now give me a show and masturbate to orgasm." I began
to stroke my throbbing cock harder and harder until I shot my load.
This did not take too long as I was already very excited. After
I recovered she handed me a box of tissues and told me to wipe my
cock off and pull up my pants and clean up my come.
"Sam, I hope you've learned your lesson. We have to work as
a team and maintain discipline."
"Yes, Diana, I'll really try harder."
"You better, Sam, or I'll give you some real punishment. Now
go home and have a nice evening," she said with a dazzling smile.
"OK, Diana, goodnight and I'll see you tomorrow," I smiled
back at her.
I walked out to my car and got in. At this point I realized
how well punished I had been for it was difficult to sit. I
squirmed around a bit and I noticed I was getting hard again.
THE END
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