Job Spanking: Strict Boss Spanks Lazy Employee Over His Knee
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Lazy Employee Slacks Off And Gets Caught
It was just another slow Monday. I rolled into the office ten minutes late — again — grabbed a coffee, and scrolled through my phone for a solid half-hour before even touching my emails.
The spreadsheet Mr. Voss had asked for Friday? Still not done. My desk? A mess of snack wrappers and half-filled notebooks. But hey, no one had said anything yet. I figured I could fly under the radar like always.
Mr. Voss was our team lead: Early forties, always in a crisp dress shirt, sleeves rolled just right. Sharp jawline, no bullshit attitude. The kind of guy you didn’t want to disappoint… or piss off. But somehow, I kept doing both.
I was halfway through pretending to work when I got the message: “My office. Now.”
Short. Cold. Shit.
Angry Boss Shuts Door And Lays Down The Law
I walked in, trying to play it cool. He didn’t look up. Just gestured to close the door. I did and suddenly the silence was thick. Heavy.
“Sit.”
I dropped into the chair across from him. His eyes locked onto mine. Steel gray, no warmth.
“You think I haven’t noticed the missed reports? The half-assed emails? The disappearing act every afternoon?”
I swallowed. “I… I was going to catch up…”
“Don’t. Save it.”
He stood up. Slowly. Walked around the desk and stood right behind me. I could feel the heat of him. I didn’t move.
“I’ve given you warnings. Repeatedly. But apparently, you need something that’ll stick.”
I turned slightly, confused. “Wait, what?”
Then he grabbed my arm.
Gay Spanking: Strict Boss Yanks Down Pants And Underwear
“Get up,” he snapped.
I stood, stiffly. He sat down on the edge of his desk and pulled me closer by the waistband of my trousers.
“This is how discipline used to work. And clearly, it still has its place.”
Before I could react, he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and yanked them down to my knees. I gasped, heart thudding.
“Sir! Wait!”
Too late. My briefs followed. One sharp tug and they were bunched around my thighs. My bare ass was exposed, vulnerable, cold.
He pulled me forward and over his lap. I felt his thigh press up under my stomach, my hands dangling down, toes barely touching the carpet.
“No escaping this, boy.”
Then the first slap landed.
Smack!
Spanked Employee Kicks And Whimpers Over Boss's Lap
I jerked with a sharp yelp. That hurt — way more than I expected.
Smack! Smack! Smack! The heat spread instantly. I squirmed.
“Ow! Okay, okay, I get it”
“You’ll get it when I say you’ve had enough.”
His hand was firm, unrelenting. Every slap echoed off the office walls. My ass bounced with each hit, and I could feel my face burning just as much.
I kicked my feet, tried to twist away, but his grip was solid. One arm across my lower back, keeping me pinned like a bad schoolboy.
Smack! Smack! Smack! “You think you can slack off while everyone else works?”
Smack! “You think I won’t notice?” Smack! “You think I won’t deal with you?”
“Please! I’ll do better!” I yelped. My legs flailed, heels knocking against the desk.
He didn’t answer. Just kept spanking. Hard. Methodical. Every inch of my ass stung, from the tops of my cheeks to the sensitive underside.
Red-Bottomed Employee Sent Back To Work
By the time he stopped, I was panting. My eyes stung. My ass was on fire. Throbbing, burning, fully punished.
He held me there a moment longer, then slowly slid his hand over my scorched skin. A light, humiliating caress. I flinched.
“You’re going to pull your pants up,” he said evenly, “and get back to your desk. And you’re going to finish that spreadsheet before lunch.”
I nodded, still over his lap. “Yes, sir…”
He released me. I stood on shaky legs, winced as I reached down and pulled up my briefs. The fabric scraped against the raw heat. Pants followed, clumsy, my fingers fumbling with the belt.
He didn’t say anything else. Just looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
I turned to leave, and the sting with every step reminded me exactly what just happened and who was in charge.
I sat down at my desk with a hiss, shifting awkwardly on the seat. The spreadsheet never got done so fast in my life.
