A Reprieve?
Cheating is cheating. No ifs, buts, or maybes.
I hadn't meant to cheat on my written test, but I had… Only a tiny bit. It was to secure a summer secretarial job. I had been summoned. Caught! In his office, he addressed me: “Kiki, you want this job? I want you to get it.” I was so happy, I'd been let off lightly. A reprieve. “Thank you, Mr. Fawkes.” "Now turn around and bend over." He lifted my dress and pulled my knickers down. The first spank tingled my bare cheeks....