I’m 30 years old, single male and I work for a large company that sells scientific computer products to businesses. This means I spend most of my day in a small cubicle along with a lot of other people. My job is to work out any bugs that may be in any of the programs that we offer to clients. So most of my day is spent in front of a computer or on the telephone. I tend to work long hours so I don’t get much time to socialize with the opposite sex.
Our company has a large lunchroom where we can either bring in our own food or they also serve hot food. But I tend to either sit alone or with the other guys who work on the same programs I work on.
Anyway, to my surprise, Cathy came up and sat down next to me during lunch. Cathy is about five years older than me, but is always is fashionably dressed, and looks very young for her age. Cathy started working for the company about a year ago, and is very good at writing our manuals for the programs that the company sells. This means that she needs a good background in both English and science.
After the usual hello and how are you, Cathy asked, “Could you come over to my house, tomorrow, and work on my home computer. It has been acting slow, lately, and some of the programs have not been working properly. Can you help me out?”
“If I am not working late tomorrow, I’d be happy to help you out.” I said. I consider myself to be a real computer wiz, and I had been interested in getting to know Cathy for a long time. I just never got up the courage to talk to her.
“Good!” Cathy exclaimed. “I can make you a good meal to eat while you work on my computer, and we can also get to know each other better. I better let you finish your lunch, and then you can follow me home, tomorrow.”
This gave me time to gather up my repair programs, plus I downloaded some new programs that are supposed to make a computer run faster and better.
The next day was Tuesday, and I didn’t have to work late. So I followed Cathy home to a very nice looking townhouse. When I walked through her door, I was amazed how nice and clean, and well organized her house looked. My house tends to be cluttered with stuff all over, and not very clean. But since I live alone, no one can complain but myself.
Cathy showed me the computer room and I started repairing her computer. “I’ll start making us something to eat,” Cathy said. “I’ll call you when it is ready.” So I started working on her computer. And yes, it was working very slowly and certain programs didn’t work very well. So I started by using my repair programs on her computer. It took a while, but things started to work faster on her computer. “Supper’s ready.” I heard Cathy said.
When I sat down to eat, I was really surprised at what Cathy had made. It was a roasted chicken with mashed potatoes and cream corn. It tasted really good. For desert. Cathy served me a homemade cake. We were able to talk while we were eating and I found out more information on what Cathy likes to cook and eat. Then it was back to her computer. After I thought her computer was fixed, I put on the new programs that I had found on the net to make her computer work even faster and better.
While those programs were being loaded and installed, I was able to talk some more with Cathy. I found out that she used to be a junior high teacher teacher at a private school. She had taught English and Science to 7 – 9th graders. But the enrollment of students had gone down and she wasn’t paid very well, so she switched to this higher paying job.
So it was a nice evening for me, and I got to know Cathy better. Back at work, Cathy smiled at me during the rest of the week, and thanked me for working on her computer. But on Friday, she didn’t make eye contact with me and seemed very cold towards me.
Then on Monday of the following week, Cathy asked, “Can you come over to my house after work? I want you to look at my computer, again.”
“Sure.” I said. I was looking forward to another great meal and good conversation with Cathy.
After work and once we got to her townhouse, she said, “Just have a seat on the couch and I want to show you something.” She went into her kitchen and brought out a bill from a computer repair company. “After you worked on my computer, it completely froze up, and I took it into this company to get it repaired. I think you would be interested in what they said was wrong with it.”
Under comments about the computer, it read, “ Three programs were recently loaded on the computer that caused the problems. Each program had multiple viruses and worms that disabled the computer. Furthermore, part of your hardrive was erased and many of your applications were scrambled. The computer is working okay now, with no worms or viruses, but your applications should be reinstalled and hopefully you have backed up your data. About 50% of your information was lost due to the three programs recently installed on your hardrive. Cost of the repair, $300.00.”
I was shocked by what I read. It was true that I had not tested these new programs on my computer before I installed them onto Cathy’s computer, but I had obtained them from a source on the net that I have never had a problem with.
“I feel that most or all of the repair costs should be paid by you, since you installed those corrupt programs on my computer.” Cathy said. “Second, I will have to spend many hours putting programs and information back on my computer, and I feel that you should compensate me for my loss. Do you agree?”
“I guess so, but I didn’t think any of my programs would harm your computer.” I replied. “Also, I have no money in savings and I am living paycheck to paycheck, so I can’t pay you back right now.”
“When I taught school, if any of the boys in my class got in trouble, they had to stay after school and were spanked.” Cathy said. “I’m willing to let you pay me back as little as ten dollars a week, but only if you agree to a weekly spanking until you pay me back. I would also add an additional weekly spanking for every hour I spend putting programs and information back on my computer.”
“You don’t need to spank me. I can help you get your computer back up and running.” I said.
“You caused all my problems in the first place, and I don’t want you to touch my computer, again.” Cathy said. “Either you agree to be spanked every week until you pay me back, or I will let everyone at work know what you did to my computer and you will probably lose your job.”
“Please don’t tell the others at work about what problems I caused on your computer.” I looked into my wallet and found fifteen dollars. “ Here’s fifteen dollars. I’ll pay you back as soon as possible. Please don’t spank me.”
“I accept your fifteen dollars, but I expect you to experience your first spanking right now. I will teach you how to submit to your weekly spankings until you pay me back. Also, I will add an additional spanking for every hour I spend reloading programs and restoring my data. Are you ready for your first spanking?”
“This seems ridiculous for a grown man to be spanked for this, but I guess I agree.” I said. “What do you want me to do?”
“When you arrive at my house for your spanking, I want you to first take off all of your clothes and fold them and lay them on the couch.