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When a girl comes to see me, I do not sit and wait every time. Quite often my secretary shows the girl in and tells her to wait with her hands on her head at my desk.

I arrive at my study and enter via my secretaries office. “Hello Mr.Jones, the girl was punctual and is waiting for you.”

I thank her and walk through the door, closing it gently behind me…. ‘click’.

The girl shudders, in this case it is Charlotte.

“Here again Charlotte?”

“yes Mr.Jones.” She replies without turning and in a meek voice.

“So you think it is a good idea to draw parts of the male anatomy on our expensive desks, with a huge letter ‘C’ wrapped around them? You silly girl, there is no need to think of me as Sherlock Holmes, I think Albert Holmes our old caretaker could have figured that one out. Are you going to deny it? If so, and as always….(I pause)…if I then find you guilty, your punishment will be much worse”

“It was me Mr.Jones, I don’t know what came over me , I just…”

“Forget the theatrical excuses, I have heard enough of them from you to fill two family bible size tomes as it is! You can see what I have set up for you, bare your bottom and bend over the stool, then reach for the edge of the desk.”

“Yes Sir.” She answers smartly. At least she has learned when to shut up!

She settles into position.

She sees me walk to the implement cupboard. And awaits her verdict.

“You have had the good grace and fortitude to admit your wrongdoing….” I say as I rummage in the vast array of implements. “So, instead of giving you six on the bare with the cane, I am giving you a brisk dozen with your old friend, Mr Plimmy! the size thirteen plimsoll I save for naughty girls bottoms, like yours.”

She groans.

“Reach over to the edge of the desk, present your bottom for your friend to attend to your naughty ways, and if at all possible, try to learn a damn lesson in behavior for once, in your sorry little young life!”

She reaches and pushes her bottom up high for me.

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!!!

I have seen her resist the urge to scream before, it is like some kind of contest. I WILL make this blasted girl sing a merry tune! I notice that she has kicked up on the last couple. ‘Right’, I think…I raise the plimsoll high and with hardly any pause between the whacks I lay it on as hard as I can…

THWACK!!!!

THWACK!!!!

THWACK!!!

THWACK!!!!! THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!……..”Owwwwwwwwwwww!”

We were half way through, her bottom is crimson in two perfect globes.

I deliver the last ten, bouncing from cheek to cheek making the red patches swell and shine, she howls out! “Owwwwwwwwwww, Ohhhhh! Yeeeeowwwwwooooh!! I’m sorry I’m sorry Mr Jones! Owwwww, OUCH, OWWW!!

She managed to retain her position and hold on. I admire her, it was a hard walloping. She finishes by squealing and kicking, her bottom bouncing and wriggling around beneath the thick rubber sole.

It is over……

I put her in the corner and go through a pile of invoices. I am expecting a visitor soon. A Mr.George, he is a salesman for disciplinary equipment. I love his catalogue. It will do Charlotte no harm to have her red bottom on display, especially as the secretary will bring him in. I know she will have been listening and will be eager to view another red, slightly purple already, bare bottom.

“Hmmm, it seems he is here.”

knock knock

She pokes her head in, “He is here Mr.Jones.” She says as she cannot resist a stare at the beautiful throbbing red bottom.

“Show him in!”

She waves him in, his face brightens as he sees the spectacle by the oak wainscotted wall.

“Good morning Mr.George, I am wanting to buy a couple of tawses, sometimes a plimsoll is not quite enough for a girl like this.” I point my biro in the direction of Charlotte.

He gets out the catalogue, and I hear a sigh from Charlotte.

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