About ten minutes after Jenny left, the door to the disciplinary office finally opened again, and Janine’s sly face appeared.
“Alright, Danny-balls, now’s your time to shine”, Janine said sarcastically. “Or, at least, it’s time for your bottom to shine for you. Get that sweet ass of yours over here, right now!”
And without any warning, she proceeded to grab and twist his left ear while practically dragging him through the dreaded door.
Danny, who had never been there before, had no idea what he would find, but having entered practically blindly, his eyes half-closed and flooded in tears from the extreme pain in his crooked ear, it was Janine who forced him into the space he was supposed to stand.
“Get on your spot!” she ordered, pushing him toward a seventy-five centimeter square drawn on the floor, right in front of a semicircular desk.
When Danny finally managed to stand firmly in his requested spot —and felt his left ear still attached to his head after Janine released it from her evil grip—, his eyes were still flooded with tears, so he had to blink several times before he clearly understood what he was up against. But when his vision returned, the first thing he saw were huge, very angry female eyes staring back at him from a high vantage point behind the desk.
It took him a few seconds to realize that it was a large poster hanging on the wall, depicting the aforementioned evil female gaze alongside a very meaningful phrase: ‘You are here because of your own fault. And you deserve it!’
The message couldn’t be any clearer, he thought while swallowing his own fear down his throat.
In the meantime, Janine was rounding the right side of the desk to position herself next to the CEO, who was majestically seated right below the threatening poster.
“Well, well, well…” Mrs. Van Buren pointed, smirking mischievously at the totally exposed lad in front of her, his hands firmly clasped behind his head, while tapping the heavy wooden paddle against her left palm. “Seems somebody’s finally learning to follow orders.”
“Even brute beasts eventually learn something”, Janine replied, philosophically quoting an ancient proverb, while standing to the CEO’s right and giving Danny a disdainful look.
“Maybe…” agreed Mrs. Van Buren, evidently pleased with her PA cultural baggage. “But even St. Jerome’s wisdom won’t save his sorry ass this time.”
On the right corner of the desk, like a crude warning of what was to come, Danny, to his horror, discovered another Spencer paddle, exactly the same model that Mrs. Van Buren was wielding at the moment, only it was broken in two pieces with a long crack running down its length, giving a clear idea of the full force with which it had been applied the last time.
Danny’s terrified gaze didn’t go unnoticed by both women, who exchanged a silent glance of intelligence, understanding the full impact of the discovery on the trembling naked young man.
“Let’s check out on his faults”, the CEO invited Janine, once she was sure Danny had assumed completely the meaning of the broken paddle.
“Gladly”, Janine responded cheerfully, concentrating on the disciplinary form attached to her writing board. “Wow! Look at all this…” she whistled, seemingly amused. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a real champion of demerits! Who would have thought it from you, Richards? Shame on you! I must admit this is a real disappointment after such a good performance over the past year.”
Danny, who was now forcing himself to keep his eyes closed, as if in denial about what was happening, couldn’t help but notice his testicles shrinking inside his nutsack, apparently scared of what the report was about to say about him.
“Just a moment, please, Janine”, Mrs. Van Buren interrupted, rapping the paddle on her desk to get Danny’s attention. “Mr. Richards, you are here for a disciplinary interview, so your full attention is required. Now, open your eyes and look at us!” And once the humbled young man complied, the stern CEO continued. “That’s better. And from the looks of it, we’ll not only have to correct your faults at work, but also teach you good manners. And by God, I will! Now, please, Janine, continue.”
“Yes, Mrs. Van Buren”, she replied delightedly. “Let’s see… Poor job performance, proven; lateness, proven; neglect, proven…” At this point, Janine mischievously paused briefly to give her reading a dramatic air. “Rudeness?! Proven! Insubordination?! Proven!!”
“Enough!!!” the CEO exclaimed, visibly angry as she pounded her desk with the paddle, her expression practically identical to the menacing sign above her head. “Is it possible that this spoiled young man dared to commit all the offenses described in the company’s disciplinary code?”
“No, ma’am, it’s not like that”, Janine responded, giving Danny’s pale face a mocking look. “It’s even worse. No unsafe acts or protocol violations have been reported, but the ‘other’ box is checked and it specifies… Well, it clearly states: viewing pornography and masturbating at work.”
Taking a deep breath and pressing her lips together until they almost disappear into a thin line, the now furious CEO stood up from behind her desk, while Danny’s face went from ghostly white to the most poppy red.
“Janine,” Mrs. Van Buren finally said with ice on her voice, “please, cancel all of my appointments for the rest of the morning”. And then, pointing at the terrified Danny with the heavy paddle, “And you, listen carefully young man. You are going to learn a lesson you will never forget. And it’s going to be a very painful one.”
Meanwhile, outside of the disciplinary office, some of the girls that had arrived early that morning had gathered again as if they have some important business in the ladies’ room. They were all waiting to hear part of the severe dressing-down that was about to happen, but they were especially interested in hearing the meaty sound of thick, heavy wood being applied to tender, bare male skin. And as time passed, it was clear they wouldn’t be disappointed.
“Who do you think you are?!” the CEO’s stern voice echoed through the door. “In case you’ve got nothing inside your head bigger than that ridiculous piece of meat hanging between your legs, let me remind you of your actual place in this company! You are nothing more than a junior assistant! As low and disposable as a trained dog! Except, of course, you’re obviously not well trained! But that’s something we are going to fix right now!!! Do you think you can afford underperform?! I’m going to show you what I consider a good job in ass smacking! Do you think you can get late to work?! I’m going to paint those milky buttocks of yours as red as the numbers on the entrance time clock!! And for heaven’s sake! Rudeness and insubordination?! By the end of this session, you will be on your knees begging for forgiveness and kissing my shoes while your red, raw buttocks swing your shame in the air!!!”
The tight-knit group of girls laughed among themselves in the hallway, while simultaneously casting mocking glances at the trembling, naked man who, with his hands behind his head, waited his turn to be punished inside the dreaded room.
Back inside the disciplinary office, Mrs. Van Buren had already stepped out from behind her desk and was gently but threateningly tapping the paddle against the center of a very terrified Danny’s chest.
“But above all this, if you think you can come into my company to play with your little weenie…!” Mrs. Van Buren hissed furiously in Danny’s face as she shot out her left hand like lighting to grab her underling’s penis in a severe pinch, “I’m gonna show you how wrong you are, young man!!!”
“Aiiinghhh!!!” Danny had no choice but to cower himself in agony as the CEO cruelly pulled and twisted his manhood to the point of nearly bringing him to his knees.
And now it was time for both Mrs. Van Buren and Janine to smile knowingly as they heard the loud laughter coming from outside the door. They undoubtedly knew how much the female Osiris staff enjoyed gathering in front of the discipline office to listen to parts of the sessions.
By the time Mrs. Van Buren released her delicate prey, Danny’s full attention was pulsing to the rhythm of the burning pain overwhelming his crotch. And with his eyes watering, he simply didn’t notice the moment the furious CEO repositioned herself on his right.
SWAT!!!
The sharp blow of the wood caught him completely off guard, still in his half-crouched position, immediately sending him upright and slightly forward against the front edge of the desk, while an involuntary howl escaped his trembling lips.
“Owww!!!”
“Eyes wide open, you useless trash!!!” was the stern reprimand Mrs. Van Buren gave Danny just after the meaty sound of the spanked buttocks filled the room, as a reminder of her previous instructions.
And while the male’s bawling still echoed in the office, a cheerful giggling from outside let the CEO know that her audience was celebrating the official start of the spanking party.
“It’s time for you to take your medicine, you spoiled brat. And for God’s sake, you’re gonna take it to the bottom! Bend over, hands clasped and elbows on the desk, now!!”
As Danny hurried to obey, all traces of pride or reluctance gone, Mrs. Van Buren pulled a thin, sliding wooden tray from the front center of her desk, preventing Danny’s thighs and penis from coming into direct contact with the edge of the elegant piece of furniture.
“Now, listen to me carefully, disgusting young man,” she added, while pressing Danny’s penis painfully against the tray with the heavy paddle. “Do not think for a second that I’m gonna let you spill your filthy precum all over my desk. So, since it seems obvious that you’re incapable of controlling your more primitive instincts in society, if you start to drip anything from that shameful cock of yours, it’ll fall onto this tray, and as soon as I’m done with your sorry ass, you are going to lick it clean. Is that clear?!”
“Y-y-yes, ma’am!” Danny replied, his teeth clenched in agony as he felt the press against his manhood.
“Good,” Mrs. Van Buren approved, seemingly satisfied with the answer, as she took a step back to gauge the distance and take aim with her powerful right arm. “This will be a very special session, my boy,” the executive director continued as she gently tapped the flat surface of the holed Spencer paddle against his now slightly pink buttocks. “I normally give twenty swats to our incompetent underlings, sometimes even thirty to those who seem to deserve stronger motivation. But we have a very special case today, don’t you think, Janine?”
“Uh?” Janine, who had witnessed the whole prelude from a privileged position to the right of the desk, biting her lower lip, hurried up to respond while pretending to take notes on her writing board. “Certainly, ma’am! This kind of behavior deserves the sternest correction!”
The plain truth was that the young assistant had watched the entire reprimand squeezing her thighs together, while feeling her silky thong flooded with a warm, lustful liquid. It was evident that the humiliation of the naked, sobbing young man aroused her beyond her expectations, and she was eager to enjoy the rest of the spectacle.
Mrs. Van Buren, for her part, simply smiled, pleased at her assistant’s more than justified distraction, while turning her attention back to the tender pair of pink buttocks presented at her.
“Alright, spoiled boy,” she started almost affectionately, “legs apart and tip toes! No modesty from now on while receiving your well-earned punishment! It’s gonna be forty swats, and you are going to count and thank me for each and every one of them!
“Forty swats!” Danny thought, almost panicking, while assuming the ordered position to further expose and strain the delicate skin of his sit spots, which he already imagined would turn black and blue far before the end of the chastisement. “This is going to be horrible!” And at the same time, as the humbled, nude male struggled to swallow his increasing fears, Janine felt her entire quim gleam with anticipation.
SWAT!!! The first blow hit Danny like a lightning bolt, pushing him against the edge of the desk, while his now semi erect penis bobbed back and forward over the wooden stray, as if nodding to the smack.
“One-mmmgh!!!” Danny exclaimed, gritting his teeth and struggling to keep his eyes open, while almost whispering the last part of the obligatory sentence: “Thank you, ma’am.”
“Did you hear anything, Janice?” the CEO slyly asked her faithful assistant.
“No, ma’am. I’m sure I didn’t hear anything.” This time, Janine, her attention fully focused on Danny’s swinging cock, answered without hesitation, her face beaming with lustful joy.
“That's what I thought,” Mrs. Van Buren agreed with a stern smile. “Perhaps I should start over.”
Danny was about to beg against that terrifying idea, but his plead was abruptly silenced by the sharp impact of the paddle.
SWAT!!!
“Ooone-nnngh!!!” the naked, trembling male repeated, digging his fingers into the backs of his hands and clenching his toes into the cold tiles of the floor, but this time he forced himself to complete the sentence in a louder voice: “Thank you, ma’am!!!”
“That’s better,” the CEO approved, cupping and patting the lad’s now sweaty, warm, and dark pink buttocks with her right hand, while holding the heavy paddle with the left one. “Looks like we’re finally getting somewhere with you, my booty boy.”
A few steps to their left side, Janine felt as if she would have given anything to be the one caressing those burning buttocks.
“But, let us not lose the rhythm, my dear,” Mrs. Van Buren appointed, returning to her place and aiming again with all her might at her reddened target.
SWAT!!!
“Twooo-owww!!!” whined Danny, who had thought the first strokes would be the hardest, but now was starting to think otherwise. “Thank you, ma’am!!!”
“Very well, cheeky-boy, you’re certainly starting to learn to follow orders,” the CEO applauded Danny’s verbal obedience. “But we still have a looong way to go to complete your education.”
SWAT!!!
“Three-nnngh!!!” Danny howled in an involuntary falsetto, beginning to think that maybe, with a little luck, he might faint before the full sentence was applied. “Thank you, ma’am!!!” But his childish hope was cut short by Janine’s mocking voice.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but I think he’s leaking.” The assistant’s statement filled Danny’s thoughts with new possibilities of horror, as he felt the CEO approach his crotch to verify Janine’s complaint.
“What’s this?!!!” yelled Mrs. Van Buren at the terrified Danny, while collecting with one edge of the paddle a thin shiny strand of precum, which connected the tip of the semi erect penis to the wooden sliding tray. “How’d you dare?! What did I tell you, stupid boy?!!!
And despite her original intention to way until the end of the punishment, Mrs. Van Buren rushed to grab Danny’s hair by the back of his head, and proceeded to scrub his face against the small puddle over the wooden surface.
“C’mon, lick it, you filthy boy!!!” the CEO shouted furious while rubbing Danny’s face back and forward against the wood. “Lick it well and clean! Make it shine!!!”
Right in front of them, Janine was breathing heavily with her lips slightly parted, wishing now she could at least leave the office for just a moment, and cross the hall to the nearby women’s restroom to attend to a very urgent need that was itching between her legs.
Meanwhile, outside the disciplinary office, the crowd of female executives was bustling with activity.
“Oh, my god! Did you hear that?! The poor bastard is already dripping!”
“Yeah! And it was only the third swat!”
“Fucking lucky Janine! Must be getting wet as well!”
“Hell, yeah, we should also be able to be inside there!”
Back inside the punishment room, after licking several times the wooden tray, the taste of his own prostate fluid had left a sticky bittersweet flavor on Danny’s tongue, who was now convinced he wouldn’t be spared any single part of that nightmare.
“Get back in position, you dirty boy!” Mrs. Van Buren ordered, letting go of Danny’s hair and furiously swinging the paddle against the air. “Let’s see if you can control yourself better before we’re finished with the blistering of your sorry ass!”
And without any pause, once Danny’s ass was fully exposed again, the severe whopping continued.
SWAT!!!
“Fooour-ghhh!!!” Danny managed to exclaim, despite the strange stickiness on his mouth. “Thank you, ma’am!!!”
SWAT!!!
“Fiiive-iiihhh!!!” he moaned this time, feeling about to burst in an endless flow of tears. “Thank you, ma’am!!!”
Inside her mind, Janine was not only excitingly counting the swats, but also keeping the count of seconds between a blow and the next one. Mrs. Van Buren had told her once that she used to wait between five to six seconds before applying the next stroke, so that the spankee’s butt skin had time to regain full sensitivity.
SWAT!!!
“Siii-iiix!!!” Danny screamed at the top of his lungs, unable to keep his eyes open, a couple of heavy tear streaming down his face. “Oh, ma’am, please!!!” he let out an involuntary plea, before rushing to amend his sentence. “Thank you, ma’am!!!”
“Please, paddle me some good manners?!” Mrs. Van Buren asked mischievously while throwing her powerful right arm backwards again.
SWAT!!!
“Seveeen-nghhh!!!” he let go, crying openly. “Ma’am, please, ma’am! Thank you, ma’am!!!”
“Please, whip some responsibility into you?!” the CEO continued the teasing, as if in the middle of a neurolinguistic training session.
SWAT!!!
“Eiii-ghhht!!!” Now Danny was not only crying but also panting, as if running under a heavy sun. “Oh, ma’am… please, ma’am… oh, ma’am… thank you, ma’am!!!”
“Please, blister your sorry ass until it bleeds out all of your shame?!” Mrs. Van Buren was apparently enjoying the unexpected mental conditioning that was exerting over his unruly male employee.
SWAT!!!
“Niii-ne iiingh-iiingh-iiingh!!!” By the ninth stroke Danny wasn’t even sure of what he was saying, crying or begging about. He only knew he had to keep on counting and thanking. “Ma’am, pleeease… Thank you, ma’am!!!”
“Please, make you cry, moan and beg until you fully understand your humble place in this company?! With pleasure, my darling.” And with that last statement, Mrs. Van Buren pressed her lips into a thin, tense line on her face, as if she were concentrating all her fury and strength for the next blow.
SWAAAT!!!-CRACK!!!
“Waaahhh!!! Tennngh, ma’am! Ten, thank you, ma’am!!! Ten, have mercy on me, ma’am!!! Ten, I beeeg youuu, ma’am!!!”
At that moment, Mrs. Van Buren and Janine exchanged a satisfied look of understanding. They knew perfectly well the meaning of that cracking sound: another paddle had fallen in the line of duty, or rather, in the line of another well-blistered male ass.
“Janine, darling, could you please check on the actual state of those buttocks for me?” the CEO invited, a slight smile on her still-tense lips.
“Gladly, ma’am! Right away!” the assistant rushed to answer enthusiastically.
“Now it’s my turn, Danny-balls,” Janine thought, trembling with excitement as she stepped forward to get a closer look at the young male’s thoroughly bruised bottom. And as she leaned slightly by Danny’s left side, Janine reveled in the sight of his quivering, dangling testicles, as well as the fragrant aroma of his sweaty scrotum. What she would have given to grab those delicate balls and give them a well-deserved tug!
“So what do you think?” the CEO interrupted, as Janine stared delightedly at Danny’s fully exposed bottom.
And as the young assistant slid the fingers of her right hand up and down those twitching, lightly purple bruised buttocks, Danny couldn’t help but wince at her touch, which brought a wide smile to Janine’s face.
“Well, they’re certainly starting to bruise,” Janine began with professional tone and faked indifference, while clapping each cheek, which made Danny squirm even more in his awkward position. “And there are some interesting marks left by the holes in the Spencer paddle, like here, and here,” she continued, pressing two deep red circles onto the young male’s sit spots, causing Danny to groan and clench his toes on the floor. “But the most exciting—er, the most striking—are these fine, jagged reddish lines near the lower crease of each cheek, where the skin looks like it’s about to break. I’m almost certain they were created by the cracking of the paddle, which, by the way, I’d suggest changing in order to continue. In any case, I’d say it’s a great job, ma’am, of course, considering you’re only just getting started.”
“Just getting started!” Danny groaned inwardly, his mouth still gasping in the midst of his painful trashing.
“Excellent, Janine! Just what I thought.” The CEO approved enthusiastically. “Now, would you be an angel and get me another paddle from the bottom right drawer of my desk?”
And then, stepping forward again to get closer to Danny, Mrs. Van Buren continued with a broad smile, while massaging firmly his aching bottom.
“After all, we don’t want these sweet ass cheeks to get cold again, right?”
