Ms. Patrick

(***, M/F, Mild, consensual paddling)

A beautiful secretary is punished for every mistake. (Approximately 1,134 words. Originally published 2020-05.)

Her periwinkle dress was tight. Her figure was even tighter. Her hips were like bows, her waist as slim as a 20-year-old, though she was past 30. Her face was pretty with dark eyes and a lovely impudent smile, but most impressive of all was that gorgeous bum. It was wide, round, and as bouncy as a drum. When Ms. Patrick moved, men noticed.

Though her station was the guardian of Mr. Mangan's office, she was highly active, frequently running errands and going in and out of his door. Most would have been stunned to know what went on inside that private domain.

Mr. Mangan, you see, ran a ship tighter than Ms. Patrick's skirts. The man was a perfectionist. The slightest error, no matter how small, was always noticed. A drop of coffee on a saucer, a spoon not sparkling clean, a contract with a bent corner, or even stamp askew on an envelope were all serious errors in his book.

For his lovely assistant, these mistakes meant punishment. But Mr. Mangan didn't believe in docking pay. His arrangement with his secretary was more exotic.

When he buzzed her into his sound-proof office, she could tell by the nature of the call that she was in trouble. A quick chirp meant he wanted her to pick up the receiver for a chat. A long angry buzz meant he'd caught a mistake.

She'd take a deep breath and hurry in, closing and locking the door behind her. Then he'd point out the error: a typo, a forgotten reminder, the wrong paper in the printer. Whatever it was, she accept the rebuke with silent grace. There was no arguing with Mr. Mangan.

"One or three?" he'd say, and she'd consider the question. One meant she'd take the lick with the paddle on bare skin. That was stingy and embarrassing, and it took time to disrobe. Swats over her skirt were slightly muted, the sting less intense, but three in a row were painful.

Since these disciplinary instances happened multiple times a day, another factor was the state of Ms. Patrick's rump. If she'd already gotten a number of swats she might be more inclined to reduce her penalty to one, even if it was more embarrassing.

Another issue was that sometimes -- rare, but it did happen -- Mr. Mangan found several mistakes at the same time. If there were two typos in a letter or she'd put the wrong date on an item and accidentally disconnected a client while transferring a call, she'd get a spanking for each offense. Six or more with the man's large mahogany paddle was intense. It was better to choose the nudity.

The decision was almost worse than the punishment. Three or one. Over clothing or bare. No matter which she chose, the result was painful enough that afterward she wondered if she'd picked the right one.

The bottom line was her boss's spankings hurt. Neither choice was great. The only winner was Mr. Mangan, who got to enjoy his secretary's lovely body. If it was just the one smack, he got to see her naked and watch her full bum redden. If she picked the three, he had more spanks to work with and got to enjoy the bounce of her chubby cheeks as he worked her ass.

His paddle was large and beautiful, a gorgeous auburn color, with every corner rounded and smooth. The thing was solidly built and heavy, the long wide slab perfect for a mature bottom like Ms. Patrick's. It stung without bruising, imparting an intense sense of burning.

A single whack was, in fact, almost pleasurable. More than that produced a shivery discomfort that grew hotter with every spank. The build-up was overwhelming, generating gasps and salty tears. Later, Ms. Patrick would relax and enjoy the feeling of having been properly punished. Her bottom would be tingling nicely, and the threat of further chastisement was a spine-shivering thrill.

On average, Ms. Patrick was spanked more than four times a day. The amount of swats varied, but the mean was two. That was eight swats most days -- two bare and six over her dress.

Of course, that was just the average. The reality was that some days were worse than others. Sometimes, like today, she wore a full-length dress that was awkward to raise up above her bum, so she might take more over it. Other days she might be more sore and opt for bare.

One thing Mr. Mangan liked was that later in the day, as Ms. Patrick took more and more swats, she'd be more open to baring her bottom. Almost always the last spanking or two were bare bottom.

One characteristic of Ms. Patrick's boss was that he didn't give her any grace for having a sore butt or because she opted to take the lick bare assed. He always paddled hard, which she appreciated. After all, there wasn't much point in punishment if it was variable or driven by the man's mood. She liked that there were certainties in the world. If she made a mistake, she'd be punished, and it would be genuine.

Some might have thought that getting spanked so often every day would leave a girl with a tender tush for sitting and they'd be correct. But Ms. Patrick didn't mind. She had plenty of padding and her chair was well-upholstered and comfortable. Besides, she spent as much time on her feet as she could, running around, and she had the evening and night to recover.

It helped that her husband liked to spoil her. He did all the cooking, was great with massages, and a master of ointments which he generously applied to her reddened nates each evening. Their sex life was amazing, and there never were any performance issues. One look at her red bottom and James was an eager beaver. And Ms. Patrick was always horny after a day at work and multiple discipline sessions.

It was amusing that no one at work knew she was married. She'd kept her maiden name, went by Ms., and didn't wear a ring, just to keep the mystery. There was also the fact that she and her husband, Mr. Mangan, didn't want anyone to know they were a couple!

The End