The Disciplinarian: A Collection of Short Spanking Stories Page 4

  “How many with the cane?” she asked. He liked that about her, she wanted all the facts before she made a decision.

  “Nine, it's a first offense, but the cane packs a hell of a bite,” he warned. Was he trying to talk her out of the cane strokes? Damn right he was.

  She chewed on her thumb nail as she debated. “I think I'd like to deal with this tonight,” she said as she met his eyes.

  Brad hung on to his resolve and didn't hiss out the sigh of relief that waited in his chest. Instead he pushed her to her feet and rose to stand. He selected a wooden, straight backed chair, deciding it would work better than his rolling desk chair with the arm rests.

  He took a seat and motioned for her to come to his side. He pulled her between his thighs and unhooked her skirt, which was still bunched around her hips. He let it fall into a puddle at her feet. He shook his head and looked at her, "If you were my girl you wouldn't wear skirts that were so short." She blushed and looked back at him, then dropped her gaze to his lap. He helped her situate herself across his left thigh, he brought his right leg over her legs, wanting to give her the sense that he wasn't letting her up until he was good and ready.

  She braced her hands against the floor in front of her.

  "Do you need me to hold your hands for you?" he asked.

  She craned her head around and looked at him over her shoulder, "I don't know, do I?"

  He almost smiled at the look of trepidation that crossed her face. "You can keep them free for now, but if you reach back, I'll hold them."

  She made a noise and looked back down at the floor.

  He ran a hand over her heated flesh, her skin was a deep red from the belting she took, but the color was already fading. He wouldn't argue that she was feeling a sting, and would probably feel some twinges tomorrow, but she had gotten off with a relatively light punishment. "Want to tell me why we're here?"

  She took a second, then she said in a quiet voice, "Because I ignored the check engine light."

  "Which is dangerous, just as the speeding was dangerous. I don't want to see you taking your personal safety lightly. You can guarantee if I find out about behavior like this again you will find yourself in a similar position," he lectured.

  "Yes, sir," she squeaked out.

  "You also let yourself down. You knew you needed to take your car into the shop, you made it a goal for this week and then you neglected to do so," he finished as he gave one of her cheeks a rough squeeze.

  She had nothing to say to that so he began the spanking.

  He started out slow, taking his time, filling in the parts of her ass that seemed untouched by his belt. He paddled steadily with his bare hand, he felt the sting in his palm, so he knew she was feeling it on her skin as well.

  She began to shift her hips as if trying to dodge his hand each time he brought it down. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in tighter against him. He picked up the pace, giving her less time to process between the smacks.

  Her legs kicked against his, and then she threw one of her hands back as she let out a strangled cry.

  He grabbed her wrist, imprisoning it against her side without missing a beat. "Please," she breathed out. "I won't do it again. I'll be more careful."

  He shifted her forward, causing her hair to brush against the floor, but raising her up enough to make the very bottom of her ass his new target.

  Her breath caught as he spanked her there, hard and fast. He was pissed that she sped down the wet road without a second thought to her safety. More annoyed that her car was a veritable ticking time bomb, who knew what was wrong with it? Stubborn woman. He hoped the effects of this spanking would ensure that she would think twice before being so reckless again. He didn't want to live in a world without Julie. And he intended to tell her just that, as soon as he was done blistering her ass.

  "Brad," she cried. "Stop, please, I can't take anymore!"

  He continued spanking, through her shouts and protests, until finally she let herself submit. He saw her shoulders shaking and heard the first sob break through. And then the fight left her, she lay limp across his lap, no more protests or apologies, she cried freely and hung her head. He stopped then, he released her arm and lessened his grip on her waist, he rubbed a hand up and down her back, skating over her swollen ass as well.

  After a minute he helped her up, she hissed when her butt met his pants, but he shifted her around so she leaned more on her hip in his lap.

  He grabbed a tissue off a neighboring table and placed it in her hand.

  She mopped at her face and then reluctantly met his eyes. "I am sorry, Brad." "I know," he said, and placed a kiss to her forehead.

  She wrinkled her brow in confusion. A kiss was definitely crossing the line of professionalism.

  "I need to ask you something," he said.

  She looked back at him, wincing as she shifted against him.

  "I was wondering if I could take you out sometime."

  "Like a date?" she asked.

  He nodded.

  She started to laugh. A full on belly laugh that shook her whole body, he had to tighten his arms around her to keep her from falling to the floor.

  "What's so funny?" he asked, letting a reluctant smile break across his face.

  She wiped at her eyes, tears streaming down her face, but this time from laughter.

  "You just paddled the hell out of my ass, and this seems like an opportune time to ask for a date?" She shook her head.

  Okay, she had a point. He wasn't very good on the timing. He swallowed, realizing that he'd just made things really awkward, especially if that was her way of turning him down. "And then what?" she asked, looking at him curiously.

  "What?" He furrowed his brow at her.

  "Then what? You take me out and I still come over for weekly spanking appointments? Do you date a lot of your clients?"

  He shook his head, "No, none of them, never. I would have asked you out sooner, but I can't date clients, so you wouldn't be able to book anymore sessions."

  A look of disappointment crossed her face, "So, you wouldn't spank me anymore?"

  "Not if you behaved yourself," he said in all seriousness.

  She laughed again, and he wanted to spend all of his life listening to that sound. "Well I always behave myself," she countered.

  He lifted an eyebrow at her, "Except if you were my girl I wouldn't be locked into weekly sessions. I could spank your ass whenever you needed it, as often as you needed it."

  A blush crept up from her chest to her face, "If I was your girl?"

  He nodded.

  She gave him a shy smile, "Suddenly my schedule has cleared up for tomorrow night, I had an appointment, but I think I need to cancel it."

  Brad blew out a breath, he hadn't realized he'd been holding it since he asked her to go out. "What about tonight?"

  "What?" she asked, and blinked back at him in surprise.

  "I have The World's Greatest Finger Painter on my DVR, we could pick up a pizza and catch up on it together."

  She smiled at him, "I think that sounds like a plan."

  "Keep your schedule free tomorrow too."

  "Bossy," she admonished.

  "So I've been told."

  She giggled again, but it was cut short when he leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back and he couldn't wait for Quentin to return so he could have Julie all alone at his house. They broke apart and she eyed him speculatively, "Can I have my panties back?"

  Now it was his turn to laugh. He may have met his match.

  The End

  Consequences

  by Natasha Knight

  Chapter One

  "Could you ask Andrea to come into my office please?"

  I heard Tanya's voice through the phone as Michelle, the other front desk agent, made a face.

  "Sure. She's just finishing up with a guest," Michelle said. After a moment, she hung up just as I handed the guest his room key and turned, worried, toward Michelle.

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nbsp; "She doesn't sound happy," I said.

  "She never sounds happy," Michelle added.

  Tanya was the front office manager of the small, boutique hotel set along the outskirts of Atlanta. I'd been employed there for several months and had learned to keep a low profile when Tanya was around. She ran the front desk as if it were the military, but the money was decent and I needed a steady job.

  "Do you think she saw me come in a few minutes late?" I asked. "But how?"

  "She has her ways, but I bet she saw you're not wearing stockings," Michelle said, pointing to my bare legs.

  "It's ninety-five degrees out!" I defended.

  "Doesn't matter to Tanya and you know it."

  "Crap."

  "Good luck," she said just as another guest walked up to the desk.

  "Thanks," I muttered, making my way down the long hallway to the office at the very end. Once there, I adjusted my uniform skirt and blouse, cleared my throat and knocked.

  "Come in, Andrea," Tanya said.

  I opened the door and walked into Tanya's large office. She remained seated behind her desk, punching something into the keyboard, her focus on the large computer screen. I closed the door but remained standing by it, waiting to be invited in.

  She finally stopped typing and turned to me, looking me over from head to toe. Tanya was in her mid thirties. She was an attractive woman but you'd never call her warm. We always joked that it was because she needed a man.

  "Don’t just stand there, Andrea, come in," she said.

  I walked toward her desk but remained standing.

  She turned to her computer. "I had to adjust your schedule for this week," she began. "Sam was let go yesterday and I need those shifts covered so I added you on to work tomorrow and Saturday as well. I realize it's more hours than you usually work but you'll be paid overtime. I hope that won't be a problem?" she asked.

  "She was let go?" I asked, surprised. Sam worked part time, mostly nights and weekends.

  "Broke a hotel rule," she said, her smile telling me she wasn't going to tell me more. "Will it be a problem for you to fill in until we hire someone else?"

  "Oh, no, that's fine." Well, it wasn't really, but it was more cash.

  "Good," she said.

  "Is that all?" I asked, the silence slightly awkward.

  "Not quite. You're not in uniform," she said, looking from my bare legs up to my face.

  "I tore my stockings on my way out of the car this morning," I lied.

  Her eyebrows went up. "Did you tear them yesterday as well?" she asked.

  She wasn't even here yesterday. How could she know?

  "Yes, ma'am." I knew she liked to be called ma'am when reprimanding any one of us. We all giggled about it behind her back.

  "See that you're in proper uniform going forward, Andrea," she said, opening a drawer.

  "I will. I'm sorry."

  "Here," she said, holding out a pair of stockings to me.

  "Oh," I said, taking them. "Um, thanks." I remained as I was, waiting to be excused.

  "Go on and put them on."

  "Here?"

  She nodded, and smiling, she set her elbow on her desk and rested her chin in her hand, watching.

  I looked down at the package and opened it slowly, taking out the plain beige stockings. I rolled up one leg and slipped off my shoe, balancing as I slid it over my foot and pulled it to just above my knee before doing the same with the other leg. I then slowly rolled them up my thighs and over my hips, trying to keep the skirt down as much as possible while I did. I then slipped my shoes back on and straightened, meeting her gaze.

  "Thank you," I said, my face feeling hot.

  "You know I like to run a very tight ship here, Andrea."

  "I know, ma'am."

  "I like you, I think you're a hard worker and you do a good job. I don't want you getting sloppy, is that understood?"

  "Yes, ma'am."

  "How many minutes late were you?" she asked, checking her watch.

  "Fifteen minutes." I wondered if she had checked the camera.

  "All right," she pointed to the wall behind me. "This is the first time I'm reprimanding you, Andrea, so we'll keep it easy. I'd like for you to go stand in that corner there facing the wall for fifteen minutes with your hands clasped at the back of your head."

  "Pardon me?" I asked, my heart going a hundred miles an hour, my belly feeling funny.

  "Go stand in the corner. Fifteen minutes. I'll let you know when the time is up."

  I swallowed, not knowing what to say, how to respond.

  "Yes, ma'am," I finally heard coming from my lips. I then turned and walked to the corner she had pointed to and faced it.

  "Clasp your hands at the back of your head, please," she said from behind me. "This will be the position you take up whenever you're sent to the corner."

  I did as she said, trying to process what she was saying, wondering if Michelle or the other girls had ever had to stand in the corner like some badly behaved child. I soon heard the clicking of keys on her keyboard. She'd gone back to work as if I weren't standing there at all. I felt ashamed, like a chastised child, but I remained as I was, listening to her type, the minutes dragging by until finally, a bell rang. She had set a timer.

  "All right, Andrea, your time is up. You may come out of the corner."

  I did, turning to face her, my face burning hot with embarrassment.

  "Go on back to work and remember today's lesson. The next one won't be so easy."

  "Yes, ma'am. Um…thank you."

  "You're welcome, dear."

  Before returning to the front desk, I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. I leaned against the counter, meeting my gaze in the mirror, my face looking hot, flushed. I turned on the cold water and splashed a handful onto my face, willing myself to calm down, unable to process what had just happened. There was a knock on the door and I straightened, clearing my throat.

  "Just a second," I said, wiping off my face before unlocking the door and returning to the front desk where Michelle was just finishing up with a guest. She looked at me, at my face, and took my hand.

  "You ok?" she asked.

  I nodded. "Have you, I mean, when you were in trouble…"

  "Christ, she makes you feel like a five year-old, huh?" she said, turning her attention to clearing the counter, her face a hint more pink. "Don't worry about it, it's just her way. Better than being written up though."

  I wasn't so sure about that.

  "Sam got fired," I said.

  "I just heard. She got caught coming out of a guest room!"

  Hotel policy on that was very strict. Staff could not fraternize with guests. It was grounds for immediate dismissal, but Sam certainly wasn't the only one guilty of this. It was an archaic policy.

  "Who caught her?"

  "One of the overnight crew. Jerk ratted her out."

  "That's crappy."

  "Just make sure it doesn't happen to you," Alice, the reservations manager said as she came to hand us some new slips. "More arrivals for tonight, girls."

  "Thanks, Alice."

  My mind wandered to Jason Drummond. He was due in this afternoon and we were meeting for drinks later tonight. Well, I'd just have to be extra careful. The bar I had chosen was a few miles away. Surely I wouldn't run into anyone there.

  Chapter Two

  By the time I got to the bar, Jason was already handing back one beer glass to take another full one from the bartender.

  "Hey," I said, setting my purse down on the stool beside him and letting him pull me in for a kiss.

  "Hey yourself. I've missed you," he said.

  I let him kiss me, melting into his chest. He only let me go when the bartender cleared his throat. I flushed red, embarrassed, while Jason ordered me a beer. Jason was older than me by about ten or twelve years. He worked for a pharmaceutical company and came into town about twice a month. Tonight was our third date. I'd planned on making tonight the night, but after hearing about
Sam getting caught and fired, I wasn't so sure. And I was worried about being here at all. If anyone from the hotel saw me and told Tanya, I'd lose my job.

  But there wasn't much time to think about that when he took me into his arms again for another kiss.

  "How have you been?" I asked, flustered, once he let me go.

  "Busy, traveling a lot, you know how it is. I don’t want to talk about that though. Someone very sweet arranged to have me upgraded to a suite tonight," he said, his fingers turning circles on my stocking clad thigh. "Have I told you how much I love this uniform by the way?" he asked, sliding his hand up my leg.

  I caught it and pushed back. "Jason, people will see."

  "I don't care, let them," he said, kissing me again. "I have an early meeting tomorrow so I was hoping we could get out of here and go back to that suite."

  "I don't know. One of the girls just got fired when someone caught her sneaking out of a guest room. That's what I wanted to talk to you about actually. Maybe we can go somewhere else than here, maybe get a bite to eat."

  He checked his watch. "We'll order room service," he said, gulping his beer down, his hand once again on my thigh. I looked down at it, not liking it, not feeling like I used to feel with him.

  "I really don't think I can go back with you."

  The door opened then and a group of boisterous patrons came inside. I recognized one of them as the kitchen staff and turned away a little.

  "Ok, let's get out of here. I don't think I can keep my hands off of you, Andrea."

  He was being pushy, more so than he had been in the past, but at least we were leaving. Out in the parking lot, we walked to his car, his hand entwined with mine so that I followed. That was when I heard her. Actually, I saw the car before I heard her but I for some reason didn't put together that it was her. But when the driver's side door opened and Tanya climbed out along with the General Manager, Thomas Raines, who stepped out of the passenger seat, her eyes found mine immediately and I froze.

  "Come on, honey, get in," Jason said, trying to get me into his car.

  "Jason, that's my boss." But he didn't care. I wondered how many beers he had had already.