Spanking At Work: Female Boss Spanks Young Woman Hard
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Late Teen Gets Strict Office Lesson
The sun blazed through the tall windows of the office building, bathing the room in golden light. Emily, just 18, skipped down the hallway.
Her brunette hair bounced in a high ponytail, her athletic figure outlined under a tight black crop top and a short denim skirt. Her butt, firm and round, swayed gently with each step.
She felt good, confident, almost a little cheeky, as she opened the door to Mrs. Thompson’s office. Emily had started the summer job as an assistant only a week ago, and today she was supposed to sort files.
Mrs. Thompson sat behind her desk, her blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun. Her white blouse stretched slightly over her chest, the black pencil skirt hugging her hips. She looked up as Emily entered, her blue eyes glinting. “Good morning, Emily,” she said coolly. “You’re late.”
Emily shrugged, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Only five minutes, Mrs. Thompson. The bus, you know.” She sauntered to the filing cabinet, her sneakers squeaking softly on the parquet floor.
She felt Mrs. Thompson’s gaze on her back but thought nothing of it. She bent down to open a drawer, and her skirt rode up a bit, exposing the tops of her thighs.
Female Boss Bends Teen Over The Knee For Punishment
“Emily,” Mrs. Thompson said sharply. “Come here.”
Emily straightened, turned, and strolled to the desk. “What’s up?” Her voice was carefree, almost defiant. She propped one hand on her hip, her head tilting slightly to the side.
Mrs. Thompson stood. She was taller than Emily had expected, moving with an authority that filled the room. Without a word, she grabbed Emily’s wrist, firm but not harsh. Emily blinked, startled, and tried to pull her hand away. “Hey, what—”
“Be quiet.” Mrs. Thompson’s voice cut through the air. She pulled Emily toward a leather-covered chair in the corner of the office, sat down, and yanked Emily forward with a swift tug.
Emily stumbled, her knees buckling, and before she realized what was happening, she was lying face-down across Mrs. Thompson’s lap. Her breath caught. Her heart pounded. She felt the cool fabric of Mrs. Thompson’s skirt under her stomach, the warmth of her thighs.
“What are you doing?!” Emily squirmed, her legs kicking in the air. She tried to push herself up, but Mrs. Thompson placed a hand firmly on her back, pressing her down.
“You were late. You’re cheeky. You need a lesson.” Mrs. Thompson’s voice was calm but resolute. Her free hand slid to Emily’s denim skirt. With a quick motion, she pulled the hem up, bunching the skirt over Emily’s hips.
Emily gasped. The cool office air brushed her skin. Her white cotton panties, simple but snug, hugged her butt. Her face burned with embarrassment. Here she was, half-exposed, draped over her boss’s lap.
Spanking At Work: Over The Knee Punishment
“Please, Mrs. Thompson, don’t—” Emily wriggled, but Mrs. Thompson held her relentlessly. Then Emily felt fingers at her panties. They hooked into the waistband, pulling them down slowly but decisively.
The fabric slid over her hips, her thighs, until it hung at her knees. Her butt, naked and vulnerable, was now exposed. Her skin prickled in the cool air. Emily bit her lip, her cheeks flaming with shame.
She heard the faint rustle of Mrs. Thompson’s blouse as she leaned forward slightly.
“You’ll learn to be punctual,” Mrs. Thompson murmured. Her hand rose. Emily held her breath. Time seemed to freeze. Then the hand came down.
Smack!
The first strike hit Emily’s right cheek. A sharp, burning pain shot through her skin. She gasped, her body jerking involuntarily. Her hands clawed at the air, seeking something to hold, finding nothing.
Before she could collect herself, the next strike followed. Smack! This time on the left side. The pain exploded, hot and stinging. Emily whimpered softly, her legs kicking again, but Mrs. Thompson held her firmly, her hand like a vice on Emily’s back.
“Hold still,” Mrs. Thompson commanded. Her voice remained calm, almost gentle, but there was steel beneath it. She raised her hand again, and another strike landed, this time right in the center where both cheeks met. Smack!
Emily groaned. The pain spread, a searing throb eating into her skin. Her cheeks trembled with each strike, the skin reddening quickly, a warm pink deepening.
Bare Butt Spanking: Female Boss Spanks Young Woman
Mrs. Thompson struck rhythmically, methodically. Smack! Smack! Smack! Each hit landed precisely, now on the right cheek, now on the left, now lower where the skin was especially sensitive.
Emily felt her butt burn, the heat growing, spreading in waves. She clenched her teeth, trying to ignore the shame flooding her. She was lying here, naked over this woman’s lap, her butt high in the air, red and throbbing.
Each strike made her flinch, made her body squirm, though she tried to stay still.
“Please…” Emily whispered, her voice trembling. “It hurts…”
“It’s supposed to,” Mrs. Thompson replied. She paused briefly, her hand resting on Emily’s glowing butt. The touch was cool compared to the burning skin. Emily shivered, a strange tingle mixing with the pain.
Mrs. Thompson’s fingers glided lightly over the reddened skin, almost tenderly, before she raised her hand again. Smack!
A particularly hard strike hit the underside of Emily’s butt, where the skin met her thighs. Emily cried out softly, her legs jerking up, her sneakers flailing in the air.
“You’ll learn,” Mrs. Thompson said. Her voice now carried a hint of warmth, as if she were enjoying Emily’s reactions. She struck again, the hits coming faster, harder. Emily’s butt glowed, the skin a deep red that darkened with each strike.
The pain was intense, but beneath it, something else began to stir. A tingle, a pull, deep in Emily’s stomach. She gasped, her fingers digging into the fabric of Mrs. Thompson’s skirt. She felt the warmth of Mrs. Thompson’s thighs beneath her, the faint creak of the leather as she shifted slightly.
Red Burning Bottom: Discipline Spanking In The Office
After what felt like an eternity—perhaps ten minutes in reality—Mrs. Thompson stopped. Her hand rested on Emily’s butt again, lingering this time. The skin pulsed, hot and sensitive.
Emily breathed heavily, her cheeks wet with tears she hadn’t noticed. She lay still, exhausted, her body trembling slightly. The shame burned almost as much as her butt, but there was also that other feeling, that strange, confusing tingle.
“Get up,” Mrs. Thompson said gently. She helped Emily stand. Emily wobbled, her knees weak. She pulled her panties up hastily, wincing as the fabric grazed her sore butt.
Her skirt fell back, but every movement sent a new wave of pain through her body. She stood before Mrs. Thompson, eyes lowered, her cheeks burning.
Mrs. Thompson leaned back, her blue eyes studying Emily. “You’ll be punctual tomorrow,” she said. It wasn’t a question. Emily nodded silently, unable to speak. She turned, walked slowly to the door, each step a faint echo of the pain.
In the hallway, she leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. Her butt throbbed, her skin felt like it was glowing. She closed her eyes, trying to sort through the feelings. Shame. Pain. And that other thing she couldn’t name.
She bit her lip, a faint smile flickering across her face. Tomorrow, she would be punctual.
