Hello, welcome back, sit down, put the kettle on….enjoy.
In a small market town in the Cotswolds is a firm of accountants, ‘Jones and Sons’. They have existed for 150 years and pride themselves on top quality customer service. Indeed, the Company motto, which is always embossed on the top of every letter, using fine quality cartridge paper reads as follows.
“The Old Ways are Our Ways, you The Customer…Always Come First.”
They meant every word when they came up with the logo, and they still do. Attention to detail was and is paramount. Presentation, from the smallest business letter, to the appearance of the Board Room for a meeting has to be perfect.
Modern ways are used of course, they have to be, to compete in this electronic age, but staff numbers are large, and time can be taken for everything to be ‘just so.’
So the business gives the image of a 1950’s customer orientated, caring and honest environment.
The lady in charge of all this finery in business is Mrs Rowena Jones, the wife of the Managing Director, Rupert Jones. She takes pride in everything she does, especially her appearance.
A beautiful lady, respected and adored by all. She is the ‘face’ of Senior Management.
Although the middle echelons of the management can afford to be friendly with their staff, the rest of Senior Management are expected to be aloof.
So Rowena is the bridge between the two. Everything is reported back to Mr. Jones and his ‘level’ in the company by her, and she has an uncanny knack of drip feeding information back the other way to exactly where it should go.
She is the beating heart of ‘Jones and Sons’.
The standing of the company is high in the local community. To work there is a ‘feather in your cap’, and an excellent line to have written on your C.V.
And so it was that Samantha, a young woman with excellent qualifications, and until recently Head Girl of the Cotswold High School for Girls was feeling justly proud of herself. She had started six months ago, and had proved to be very useful, especially in the I.T. area.
Yesterday morning however she had done something a little cheeky, and quite daring. This is something she is good at, and had got away with many times at school and at home. And guiltily she had sometimes felt excited and aroused when another schoolgirl or maybe a cousin had been punished for it. Being privy to many corporal punishment sessions as Head Girl had left a lasting impression on her.
She had sneaked into the boardroom and taken a selfie, which today she duly sent to her Mum, and close friends, in a text message.
It read…’These are the famous curtains in Jones and Sons Boardroom! Purchased from India at the height of the Britich Empire, costing hundreds of pounds even then. Hey everybody! I have arrived!…lol’
This was the day that things began to go wrong for naughty Samantha and it was this simple text which started it all, the first domino in a chain of unfortunate events.
The first reply to the text was from Mummy. ‘Be careful dear, you know how your daring adventurous ways got you into trouble at home and at school a couple of times as a young girl!’
Samantha smiled ruefully at her phone and patted her rather shapely bottom as she recalled the consequences. ‘Yes Mummy! Your naughty teenager has grown up now and has learned her lesson from all her bare bottom spankings!’ She text back these words to Mummy, but the silly girl was not as clever as she thought. She always did these things far to quickly.
The message was sent to Mummy and the same group of her ‘favourites’, saved on her phone, to whom she had sent the selfie.
Most of these were old school chums, and mostly Prefects, who had all shared their spanking experiences with each other anyway.
But one was a new friend, Katie, who although liked Samantha a great deal, had got fed up of her constant ‘showing off ‘ about her IT skills to everyone.
She too worked at Jones and Sons.
Both texts duly arrived on her phone, and we’re very enlightening.
Katie smiled wickedly, she was very much a spanking lover, especially from the viewpoint of the Spanker. The thought of seeing Samantha’s bottom bright pink and sore appealed to her, but even more so was the thought of seeing her humiliated. It was the humiliation through spanking that ‘tickled her fancy’, and as she read the text, her ‘fancy’ went decidedly damp!
She knew from experience that the tears shed by a spanked girl were not just from the pain, but more so from the humiliation they had felt, and still felt, as they did corner time, especially before her peers.
She began to plot.
Slowly over the next few days a plan was created. She had easy access to the stationery cupboard, and acquired some paper, which she embossed on the old black and gold enamelled hand operated, stout, metal, embossing machine. It always delivered a satisfying thump as it did its job.
Then she began to practice Mr Jones signature! Both at home in her apartment, and when work threw up one of those quiet moments.
Once she was happy with it, she waited and watched Samantha, whose pride was growing daily. It culminated in her telling a group, of which Katie was a member, just how she had saved the company lots of money with her I.T. Skills and how it was only a matter of time before she was in charge of that area and introducing training for them all in her cleverly developed programmes. It seems that some letters had been sent to some very important clients asking them to take part in a trial of Samantha’s new idea, to be run and analysed by Rowena. This was her big chance to impress, she felt sure the results of the trial would bring promotion. That would grant her enough money for her first car, and she wanted a really good one.
Kate soon picked up on two universally known things about Samantha.
One, was that all the staff thought she was very good at her job and admired her skills.
The other, confirmed by many of Kate’s instigated conversations, was that although everyone thought she was a pleasant enough girl, they all wanted to see her bought down a peg or two. As Ian, the Accounts Manager put it,…’she needs to learn how to be more modest, a little humility would not go amiss’. Kate shared his office.
Rowena began to see very positive results come back from the clients in the trial, but she had her finger on the pulse of the workforce as always and knew that too much praise heaped on Samantha would not be a good thing right now.
She knew her staff very well, and knew something for certain. They would bring Samantha down a peg or two and teach her respect and empathy, especially for some of the long serving staff, who did not need a ‘schoolgirl’ to keep telling them how marvellous she was.
Although she had a lovely office on the floor with the rest of management at her level, she also had one on the second floor, quite close to the accounts department. She felt that in that office, she was at the ‘hub of the wheel’.
Kate was the one who came up with a superb plan.
She wrote a letter to Samantha, on Company paper, and signed it to make it seem that Mr Jones had written it. It read as follows…
I am writing to inform you that disciplinary action is being taken against you for a great error on your part.
I have had three valued customers telling me that they have received vital information about other customers in both e-mail, and , much worse, letters printed on our Company paper.
This highly confidential information has been put on social media to show just how inept we are in this modern world.
You have disgraced both yourself and our Company. If it was left to me you would be dismissed without references but my wife has pleaded your case. It appears that she goes to the same Church as your Mummy. Your Mummy has told us quite clearly how she dealt with you and that a dose of the same here, might teach you a valuable lesson.
Mrs Jones offers you this choice.
1) Bring a letter of resignation to her, in her ground floor office in the morning.
2) Put your old school uniform on, including the navy blue school knickers your Mummy has told us about, (which it seems you despise) and report to her dressed as such, first thing, also to her floor office, for a liberal dose of corporal punishment.
Please indicate your choice below, and hand this letter to Mrs Jones on reporting to her SECOND FLOOR office.
A flamboyant signature followed, written above a typed Mr. jones.
Kate went in early the next day and placed the envelope in Samantha’s ‘in tray’.
She watched interestedly, with a wicked smile on her face as Samantha walked in, bright and breezy, to sit down to open her mail, she soon got to what looked like an important letter.
Katie had got quite a lot of invoices for the I.T. Department so waited there for Samantha to open her mail as the kettle boiled. She studied her as the colour drained from her face.
“Can you come up to see me and Ian soon, we have a couple of invoice queries to sort. See you in a bit, I am going to get our kettle on too!”
Samantha sat stupefied, she read the letter again, and again. How could this have happened? She had done it all herself, “Oh no! I must have somehow got them in the wrong envelopes! And the e-mails too, oh dearie me, how did I send the wrong ones to the wrong people. Awwww! I have messed up badly!”
Samantha was in shock, and needed to go to the toilet, the horrid letter had loosened her bowels.
Kate followed her with her eyes as she rushed to the toilet.
Then she followed her with her eyes again later, as she came to see Ian, obviously in distress and not really concentrating on the job at hand, she observed her closely, and spoke to her. “Morning Samantha, isn’t it a lovely day? I wonder what miracles of modern technology you will find to make our Company shine today? We do think you are wonderful!”
Ian looked over at Kate puzzled.
Samantha tried to smile and said nothing, as she buried her head into the invoices Ian had presented her with. Ian looked to kate again and Kate winked at him.
She put a finger to her lips and silently mouthed the words ‘tell you later’.
The day went horribly slow for Samantha.
The day went delightfully slow for Kate as she studied Samantha whenever she could.
At five o’clock she watched her go home. Kate was pretty sure she would go for option two, but even if she didn’t Mrs Jones would read the letter and being astute as she was, would know that Samantha was being taught a lesson.
Kate walked over to Ian before she left. “This is between me and you. The little smarty pants is going to be put in her place, get here early tomorrow….Goodnight.”
Ian said he would, he was very curious. He ran after her and they walked to the car park together, talking quietly but excitedly. The plan was told to Ian in great detail, much to his amazement. “Fantastic Kate! If this works it will be utterly amazing and just what the haughty little madam needs! Well done you!”.
Samantha had not passed her driving test yet, so after a bus journey she reached her home in a dejected mood. Her apartment was bright, modern and cheerful but did nothing to lift her spirits. She remembered the humiliation of being spanked, the feel of the eyes on her private places. The ever increasing sting. The sounds. It was bad enough before Mummy and sometimes her friends, but to bare her bottom before Mrs.Jones!
How would she do it? She wondered. Over her knee?
The strange feeling of mixed emotions settled on her. Fear, dread and embarrassment. Coupled with a slight hint of sexual excitement.
Her school uniform, including her ghastly navy blue knickers were in her spare room. She went up and got them out, arranging each item neatly on the unmade bed. She could not fit into her school blouse, but was sure she would find something, maybe the grey shirt she had worn for work today would work.
“Oh damn, everything was going so well! I can’t believe I have been so stupid. I couldn’t even find the copies of the e-mails I sent out, God knows what I did with them, I’m sure I saved them.” She sat down with a sulk, and stared at her uniform.
A certain triumphant dark haired young lady, sat drinking red wine with her spaghetti bolognaise in her apartment on the other side of town knew exactly what had happened to the e-mails.
The anticipation of tomorrow excited her, she went to bed early, naked, after a long soak in the bath.
She imagined being Samantha, and as one hand smacked her bottom as she lay on her tummy, the other rubbed her clit, until she came, gently bobbing up and down, then she drifted to sleep. She was ready for an early night.
Slowly Samantha undressed, and stood naked, looking at the uniform. She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror, and a thought struck her. The bus journey to and from work! In school uniform!
Soon everything was put back on the bed, she showered and spent a fitful night tossing and turning. She went through imaginary spankings at the hand of Mrs.Jones time after time until sleep finally came.
The alarm went off. For a few delightful moments everything seemed fine. Then she remembered.
After reading the letter yet again, she wrote on the bottom of it that she would accept a spanking, and popped it back in its envelope. The office of choice was the second floor one.
Breakfast was just a slice of toast and a cup of strong coffe, she dressed in her school uniform, took a deep breath, and left the house. Setting off twenty minutes early so as to miss the usual people in the usual places, and catch an earlier bus seemed to work. It was not that long since school and some of the looks she got lifted her spirits slightly.
Samantha began to think of different routes she could possibly take to Mrs.Jones office as she approached the main door. She walked into her place of employment bravely.
The letter said to report straight to her work office on the second floor if she chose the spanking option, in school uniform, so resigned to her fate she made her way. Maybe this had happened before and people would not be too surprised. Her hopes in that direction soon shattered, firstly when the receptionist burst into laughter, and then when she made her way up the short set of stairs from the reception foyer to lifts.
Here she found the electrician working on the ceiling lights. At the moment she passed he was on his knees stripping wire, he just gazed silently, mouth open as she climbed by him.
She continued towards the lift, hoping that not too many would be waiting. She heard the electrician speak to the receptionist and laugh, but kept her eyes forward.
On reaching the lift, she pressed the button and waited. “Oh why did I have to wear my uniform so short!” She said to herself.
To her horror she could hear voices in the right hand lift as it approached.
So quickly she moved to the other lift, trying to act normal and look insignificant.
She felt so silly as four people came out, staring at her and obviously stifling their laughter. In a slight panic she never thought to walk in! The lift doors closed.
So she waited for the next lift, which arrived empty.
She walked into that one.
She arrived on the floor where both her office, the accounts and Mrs.Jones work-place office were located. Needing just a couple of minutes to compose herself she went to her own office first, sorted a couple of things, turned and came back out on to the corridor.
Kate walked up behind her as she was coming out. “Hello, good grief, what on earth do you have that on for?”
Samantha blushed, kept quiet and politely pushed straight by Kate.
Unfortunately, straight into Ian.
Similar comments were exchanged but she decided the best way forward was just get this over with. She proceeded to Mrs.Jones office.
Rowena was sat in her office drinking a cup of tea, which like her Mother used to say, ‘set her up for the day’. Of course she had no idea of the letter or what was heading her way. Samantha was far from her mind, as she switched on her computer.
Samantha was in a focussed state, she just wanted to get it over with and then somehow rebuild her reputation. She knocked on the door and upon invitation walked in.
Ian and Kate were always one corridor corner behind her, on the short journey to Rowena’s work office.
They had seen her walk confidently as if a nineteen year old at work in a gymslip was a common occurrence.
They saw her peers pass by and giggle, soon filling them in on what was happening. News spread.
Rowena stood staring at this beautiful young woman in her gym slip, white socks and straw hat, stood thrusting a letter at her.
She took the letter.
Even if she had wanted to say something, Samantha did not give her a chance. With the impetuousness of youth she went straight in to what she wanted to say.
“Mrs.Jones, I know I have made a huge mistake. Thank you for not sacking me! I am so grateful for still being here. I want you to spank me on my bare bottom just as my Mummy used to, but worse! Show me no mercy, spank me for as long and hard as you like, please, I will try better honestly, please spank me!”
To Mrs.Jones amazement, Samantha took her knickers down, slowly, as she sat and read the letter.
Nervously Samantha’s thumbs tucked into the elastic and tugged…
Bit by bit, until in a flash they slipped over her cheeks…
All the way down her attractive shapely thighs to her knees…
Down to her ankles…
By the time the knickers reached her shoes, Rowena had read the letter, and understood exactly what was happening. She also understood that fate had delivered her a young, firm, willing bare bottom to spank as hard as she liked. She was not going to let the opportunity pass by.
Samanth took the regulation knickers off, and began to speak again, following on from where she left off. Breathing quite fast she swallowed hard, and continued…” As hard as you like. My Mummy usually used her hand or slipper, but sometimes the hairbrush, or even a cane. I need teaching a long hard lesson on my bare upturned bottom, in any way you please.
And then to Rowena’s complete amazement, she fell to her knees to beg.
But not for mercy, …for her punishment, to atone, so she could start afresh.
“Please Mrs.Jones, do it, spank me, teach me a lesson.”
“You have obviously been a naughty girl.” Said Mrs.Jones as she wagged her finger.
Samantha nodded, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Rowena realised at this point that here was a girl, who, in every sense of the word NEEDED a spanking.
“Get up to your feet you naughty girl.”
Holding the knickers between her fingers before Samantha’s eyes, she continued. “These are a traditional pair of school knickers, and not intended to be worn by girls of your age. Who work for a living. You should be ashamed of yourself, being so naughty that you have to dress up like this and have to pass me your regulation school knickers, to leave your bottom bare for a good spanking! How old are you? Fourteen?”
So, knowing how much Samantha hated those knickers, Mrs.Jones taunted her with them, making her look at them as she swung them too and fro before her eyes. “These are still warm from your bottom being in them, but trust me, your bottom is going to be much, much, MUCH hotter soon!”
“Yes Mrs.Jones, I am a naughty girl, I deserve a hot bottom.”
Samantha continued. “Please Mrs. jones, please give me a spanking, punish me, be my work Mummy and make my bottom glow, I won’t take no for an answer , I will not leave until I have been made to kick, squeal, and cry! Oh Mrs.Jones.”
“For God’s sake, shut up girl! I will indeed spank you, just stand quietly, hands by your side.”
Mrs Jones read the letter again and put the navy blue knickers on the desk. She leaned over and picked up a green plastic ruler. She realised what had happened, and just could not resist going along with everything. “Very well, seeing as you are so desperate for a spanking, come over my knee right now young lady! Tuck your gym slip into your tie around your waist.”
Under the gaze of Ian and Kate, and by now quite a few more, looking through the door window, she pulled her chair from the back of the desk, and sat down. “Over you come, make your bottom pert for me.”
Rowena pulled out her red office chair.
Outside the office Ian and Kate could not believe the speech that Samantha had given. The crowd grew, news was spreading fast. This was working better than their wildest dreams. Kate was agog, fascinated by what was happening, and Samantha’s pert bottom.
Samantha moved into position, by the side of Mrs.Jones lap, and began to bend over.
The crowd watched silently, Kate let the door swing open silently, to afford a better view. Here was the girl with attitude, the girl who was haughty, the one who had annoyed so many, dressed in school uniform, going over Mrs.Jones knee, for a bare bottom spanking, her beautiful blonde hair swirling.
“Get yourself settled and present your bottom young lady!”
The spanking began!
Mrs.Jones looked at the sight before her. A beautifully presented ripe young firm rump, begging to be spanked. She gripped the girl tightly around the waist and began. No mercy was asked for so none was given. The pale green, one and a half inch wide, eighteen inch long drawing ruler struck with full force. She struggled to climb away as she remembered just how painful a spanking with an implement was, but Rowena pulled her back easily and hit even harder.
The girl let out a shriek like a howling wolf and before she could compose herself the next smacks, which echoed like pistol shots, left hot searing Crimson lines that soon joined together to redden her whole bare bottom.
Again the girl let out more high pitched screeches akin to some wild animal.
Mrs.Jones (urged on by the loud screams coming from Samantha, and the sight of the two bright crimson cheeks on a perfectly formed bucking and wiggling bottom), began to tighten her grip and quicken the pace of the crisp resounding smacks. Samantha’s face screwed up tight. But she could do nothing to stop the shrill ear piercing squeals coming from between her ruby red lips.
The squeals could probably be heard outside.
The crowd of co-workers delighted in the noise building to a crescendo, interspersed with louder and louder, faster and faster smack, spank, crack, whack of the unforgiving ruler.
Her legs kicked and her waist bucked like a bronco, but the strength of Mrs.Jones was surprising. She told her to get up and bend over the desk, which she did quickly, the pace of the spanking hardly slowing, and her legs still kicking at the knees.
” You are going to remember this for a very long time young lady! And so too will the work force!”
Samantha looked to the now wide open door, the people had spilled inside, she was getting a very public spanking!
Rowena spotted that Samantha was expecting the blows to her cheeks in rhythm, so varied the blows, three on the left, one on the right, five on the left, six across both!
The poor girl had no idea where the next one was to land, she screamed and begged for it to stop, promising to be a good girl. Which delighted the onlookers and they clapped, and cheered the spanking along.
Her bottom got the thrashing of its life.
Samantha squealed and writhed, begging for the punishment to stop.
So stop it did.
The bottom before the audience was as red as a beetroot.
“Well done Mrs.Jones she needed that!” And similar comments were shouted out as they all stood clapping once again. Samantha’sface was as red as her bottom in humiliation.
“Now stand up you silly girl.”
She jumped up, both hands clasped on her buttocks, her legs doing some kind of dance like a fancy Irish Jig, she almost ran around as if trying to escape a blow torch on her bottom.
“Now apologise to the staff for being a cocky, haughty, little brat, and promise to grow up and behave like an adult at work, and not a silly naughty schoolgirl!
Gripping her bottom and rubbing furiously she did so…
Blushing, with tears on her cheeks she spoke quietly. “I am ever so sorry for being a naughty girl. I deserved my spanking before you all…sniff. I will behave better, be more polite, and respectful to my elders in particular. If ever I am naughty again I will accept another spanking before you all. But most of all, I am sorry for my huge mistake.”
The staff burst into laughter and Mrs.Jones explained.
“Look at this signature! Can you not see it is not real? Look at the date on the calendar, it is April the first! You are good at your job Samantha, but do you really need to show off and belittle your elders? Grow up! You are at work now, not a silly school girl. But believe me! I am going to buy a cane, and if you ever, that is EVER act like one again I will cane you in the corridor, or the dining room for everyone to see! Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to teach you a valuable lesson. Now get back to work, and behave like an adult!”
Samantha began to pull her gym slip down. “Stop! You can spend the rest of the day doing your duties with that tied up, and your naughty red, swollen, bottom on show!”
“Awwww.” Samantha walked through her peers with her bottom on show, to begin work. It was going to be a long embarrassing day Samantha ran out red faced and ashamed to meet a large crowd of her peers on the corridor, most of them laughing and pointing. Her gym slip was still up as she ran past them holding her bottom.
She began to do her duties in a quiet area…
Then, after her eyes dried up, she decided to brave working around the staff. Every single one was nice, she had paid her penalty, promised to behave better, and had taken her punishment well really, despite all the kicking and squealing.
Especially Ian, who was always a kinder older gentleman, he asked if she was alright. She replied ‘yes’ and blushed profusely. Whilst he enjoyed the view.
Then after a couple of other places she tried working near Katie, having no idea that it was her who hat devised the plot. She too was kind and respectful. In a strange way, she enjoyed all the looks and attention.
Her navy blue knickers were still on Mrs.Jones desk, Samantha thought about where they were, but decided to keep a low profile.
So Samantha did her job stood up all day, with no knickers on. Her red sore bottom on show every time she bent over. Much to everyone’s amusement,
The plan seemed to have worked. A good spanking and a liberal dose of humiliation once again had been proven to work.
She went home on the bus stood up.
She masturbated four times that night, in her school uniform, but no knickers. The knickers ended up somewhere else…
The next day nobody said a word, and never did, until April Fools Day, every year. When she came to work in her school uniform, to report to Mrs.Jones for any attitude adjustment needed.!
As for the knickers. She never asked for them, but let me tell you a secret…
The night of the spanking Mrs.Jones wore them, as she masturbated to the best orgasm of her life! You see, she found them on her desk and put them in her handbag.
She took them home, and tried them on.
They felt wonderful and made her feel magnificent, naughty, and young.
“Oh Samantha, I WISH YOU WERE HERE NOW!” I want to spank you, again!”
Then she masturbated hard…
…this story has run its course and will not be added to.