F/m, consensual, spanking, non-sexual
“Good afternoon, Cameron. Shut the door please.” Her words were chilling. I reluctantly obeyed, knowing that the phrase “shut the door please” was generally not followed by words of praise, or congratulation.
“Have a seat. I need to talk to you about something,” she said matter of factly.
I swallowed hard, and took a slow, deep breath. I didn’t want her to see how small I felt when she called me into her office like this. I sat down, crossed my right leg over my left, trying to take a confident posture. I placed one hand on each leg, and looked at her directly.
“Sure…what’s up Candace?” My voice betrayed me. It was shaky, and timid.
“Cameron, how long have you worked here?”
Immediately, I knew where the conversation was headed. My sales numbers were down, and I had been late a couple times the previous week. “Three months,” I replied.
“And how many chances have I given you to improve your performance?” her words hung ominously in the air. My mouth went dry.
She stared directly at me, callously refusing to break eye contact.
I looked away. I took a deep breath, and spoke my feeble defense. “Look…I…I know that I’ve been a little…out of it lately, and I’m sorry, but…”
She raised her eyebrows, as she smiled in amusement. “A little out of it? You have the worst record on the team. This is why I had you come in on a Sunday. You want a weekend? You need to earn it.” Her voice was getting louder, and more stern.
“And you’re damn lucky for two things. For one, I have every reason to fire you. Two…you’re lucky no one else is here today.”
She stood up, and began to shout. “I have to bust my ass just to keep this place in the black, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let you, or anyone else on my team get in the way of that!”
Suddenly I felt smaller than ever before. The heat of her scathing rebuke made it unbearable for me to look her in the eye. I looked away to my right, trying to resist the temptation to stare at the floor. I desperately searched my mind for a good response, but I was at an utter loss for words.
She glared down at me, allowing her words a moment to have their desired effect. She turned toward her chair, and sat back down.
“Cameron, I’m assuming you want to keep your job, so I’m gonna ask you a question. And I expect an honest answer. Do you remember what happened when you were growing up, and you were caught being a bad boy?”
“Yes,” I replied, meekly. Suddenly, I was very unsure of where this was going, but I had an awful feeling it wasn’t good.
“You were punished weren’t you?” she said, nodding her head.
I had no idea how to respond. So I said the only thing that I could of.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Well, when you show up late, and you don’t do your job, that’s what you remind me of…a bad…boy.” She was speaking calmly, softly. But her words were every bit as arresting as when she shouted, moments earlier.
She was clearly trying to humiliate me, and it was working. It was a common tactic of hers. She was far from stable. Some days she was all smiles, and gushing with optimism. On others, I could hear her screaming at clients on the phone, and sometimes crying in her office. I was the youngest, only 19 years old, and new to the job market, so she seemed to go harder on me than anyone. I had a feeling she was about to do something rash, maybe even physically hurt me. I could leave…but, I had yet to reach the age where I could assert myself with an older adult, especially one as fierce, and beautiful as Candace. My legs felt as if they were glued to the chair.
She looked at me coldly. “Stand up, and take off your belt.”
I blinked. Did I hear that correctly? I thought to myself. I broke into a nervous chuckle. Not knowing what to do, I decided I would play along. This had to be some cruel, embarrassing joke, I thought. “Ohhh, ok” I replied, in pretend amusement. My voice betrayed me once again, as it quivered.
I stood up, reached down, and unbuckled my belt. My self-conscious smile grew larger as I pulled it from my waist. As I finished, she began to walk toward me in a deliberate fashion.
“Thank you.” It was all she said as she grabbed the belt from my hand, and folded in half with the buckle end hanging down. I suddenly felt her hands on my shoulders, as I spun around to face the door. I felt her grasp around the upper end of my left arm.
“Ok, Candace, very funny…” I chuckled, even more awkwardly than before.
I looked back. Her face took on an angry expression, and I saw her arm draw back, and then swing the belt toward me. Before I could react, I felt the violent impact of the buckle on my right cheek. My black slacks gave me little protection. I jumped up, and grabbed my butt with my right hand, trying hard not to make any noise, even though I knew we were alone. Her grasp on my left arm tightened.
“Move your hand…now!” she commanded.
My passive nature seemed to take over completely, and I obeyed. The next swat of the buckle came to my left side, every bit as hard as the first. It was quickly followed by another, and then another, all to the same spot. I yelped out a loud series of “owwww”s and “aaaaahh”s, as my voice started to crack. There was no point in pretending now. I could clearly see that my boss was capable of more than I feared. For here I was, receiving the whipping of my life, and I couldn’t even gather the courage to make it stop.
I grabbed my butt again, in a desperate attempt to soothe the pain.
“Cameron, move your hand. We’re not done.” she said forcefully.
In desperation, I thought, maybe, I could negotiate. Please, Candace…not the buckle. I can’t take it. Use the leather part, please? If you do, I won’t put my hand in the way, I promise!”
“Shut the fuck up, and move your hand!” she shouted.
I refused. Somehow, I knew that even as crazy as she was, she wasn’t going to break my hand with the belt buckle.
“Fine!” she said. “You want the leather part. Then I’ll give you the leather part. Drop your pants, and bend over. You’re getting ten. And if you move out of position, or if your hand comes back…it’s the buckle all over again.”
I felt her grasp release from my left arm. Relieved to be done with the buckle, I obediently unbuttoned my slacks, dropped them to my ankles, and bent over, placing my hands on the chair I had been sitting in. I felt the cool air around my thighs. Suddenly, my shame came to a tipping point. I felt my eyes well up with tears, but I choked them back.
“Thank you, Cameron.” I felt my underwear suddenly slide down my hips.
I hadn’t counted on her pulling down my underwear. Now my shame was turning to dread. It was not the first time in my life I had received the belt for my sins. The feeling of leather whipping across my bare flesh had been permanently etched in my mind, and it was not something I was prepared to receive again.
“Now remember to hold still, cause if you don’t, you know exactly what’s going to happen,” she admonished. Her voice was firm, and commanding. All by itself, it held me hostage.
I grit my teeth, and grimaced in anticipation. After only a moment, my mind and body were suddenly consumed with the cruel sting of the worn leather.
I gasped, and clenched the seat beneath me, unable to utter a sound. The next whap followed quickly, and landed diagonally across my butt, and my right thigh. It took everything I had to keep my hands on the chair. Then came the the third, and then two more in quick succession. I shifted to the left and right, to try and deflect the pain. I didn’t make much noise, but I’m sure Candace could tell from my gasping, and squirming, that the whipping was having its intended effect.
My brain drifted into a fog, as I desperately tried to hold still, keep quiet, and bear the burning sting, that came from each new whap of the belt. She whipped me methodically, letting the weight of her authority be felt with each swing of her arm. Adding to my misery was the abject humiliation of being partly nude in front of my boss, being punished like a school boy with my own belt.
I quickly lost count of the strokes, and I’m almost sure it was a lot more than the 10 she promised. At some point in the mental haze, I began to break under the shame, and pain I was receiving. She paused for just a moment. I tried to choke back my tears, but it was no use.
“Ahhhh, are you crying, sweetie?” she said softly. I couldn’t tell if she was mocking me, or being genuinely compassionate. I couldn’t bring myself to respond. My composure broke in an instant, and I began to sob.
Her voice took on a softened tone. “It’s ok sweetie, you can cry. Just let this be a lesson to you to take your sales goals more seriously.”
“I’m sorry Candace, I’ll do better, I promise!” I muttered, in between sobs. I suddenly felt an unexpected sense of endearment toward her. In some bizarre way, being beaten with my butt bare, and tears rolling down my cheeks, seemed to create a strange intimacy between us.
“Good, I’m glad to hear that,” she said. “Now stick your butt out, and hold still. I’m gonna whip you a little harder, and if you can keep from squirming, then I’ll know you meant it.”
I took a deep breath, and braced for the worst. “Yes, ma’am,” I said.
“Whaaap!!!” The belt whipped across my butt with a force I had never felt before. I let out a pained “ohhhhhhhh” and continued and continued to cry. My tears were beginning to drip onto the seat beneath me. Miraculously, I managed to hold position.
“Whaaaap!!! Whaaaap!!! Whaaaap!!” The next few landed, one quickly after the other. It was finally too much, and I jumped up, grabbed my butt, and rubbed it with both hands.
Candace must have seen that I was at my limit. She let me dance there for a few moments. I felt her hands on my shoulders once again, as I spun around to face her. I couldn’t look her in the eye, knowing my manhood was now fully exposed.
She pointed her finger at me, just an inch away from the tip of my nose, and spoke in a hushed, firm voice. “I know it hurts. You have one more coming. If you jump again, then I’m going to fire you. Do you want all this to be for nothing?”
I should have wanted to be released from my boss’ oppressive regime, but something in me seemed to realize a need for the strict treatment I was receiving.
I shook my head.
“Then bend back over,” she commanded.
Back in position, I waited for what felt like a lifetime, but was more likely less than a minute. Everything went silent, and I could feel my heart beat faster as I anticipated what was coming.
“Whaaaaap!!!” the belt ripped across the lower end of my cheeks. I let out a loud howl, and picked the chair up into the air a foot or so, slamming in back down, all in an effort to not let go, and break my position.
I heard the belt fall to the floor. “Pull up your pants, and sit down,” she ordered. “And put your belt back on.” Still crying, I took a moment to regain composure, as she stared, and waited. Finally, the tears abated.
I turned around, pulled my underwear, and slacks back up, buttoned them, and then reached down to the floor where she left my belt. As I looped it back around my waist, she sat back down in her office chair, and watched me while I wiped my tears, and returned to my seat.
“How did that feel? Did we learn something today?”
“It was awful,” I replied. “And yes…I learned to not slack on my sales, and to not be late.”
“Goooood” she replied, with a smile. She folded her hands in her lap. “But to be clear…the discipline you received today was for not meeting your sales goals. I take that very seriously, because that affects my bottom line. As a small business owner, I have little margin for error. The lateness issue we will have to address at a later date. Let’s have you come in next Sunday as well. That is, if you still want to work here.”
“Ok, that works,” I said submissively.
She smiled at me knowingly. “You’ve been needing this for a long time, haven’t you Cameron?”
I couldn’t answer. Suddenly, I found myself once again on the verge of tears.
She stood up, and walked toward me. She stopped in front of my chair, and opened her arms. The gesture was every bit as welcome, as it was unexpected.
I stood up, and she wrapped her arms around me, holding my face snug in her bosom, and stroking my back with her hand. I couldn’t hold back the tears any more.
“I knoooow sweetie. Don’t worry…you’re gonna do great here. Just keep trying, and it’ll get better” she said in a warm voice, as we continued to embrace. We stayed there for what must have been at least a minute, basking in the glow of our newly formed bond.
She released me, and looked at me intently. “Because if you don’t…you know what’s gonna happen, don’t you?”
I nodded with a bashful smile.
“Alright, well…” she looked down at her watch. “I think it’s about lunchtime. I’ll tell you what. Go wash your face, and we’ll grab lunch and talk about setting some new standards. My treat, of course.”
“Ok, sounds good Candace. Thank you…for everything, today.” I was surprised to hear the sound of my own voice in her presence, now calm, and steady.
She smiled, and winked as she spoke. “Ohhhh….any time…now hurry up and wash up before I have to spank you again.”
“Yes ma’am!” I replied. I felt a slap on my butt, as I walked toward the restroom.
“Where do you want to eat?” she asked as I opened the restroom door.
I paused for a second.. “How about somewhere where the chairs have cushions?”
Candace roared with laughter. I couldn’t help but laugh as well.
“Maybe Candace wasn’t so mean, and scary after all”, I thought as I washed my face. The thought would turn out to be correct. In the following years, I learned the business, and continued to receive punishments at my boss’s discretion. Later on, after having a successful business myself, I would look back on my days at her company as one of the most formative experiences of my life.
Most importantly, Candace, and I, are now the best of friends.