spankmybarebottom
15-08-2008, 02:28 PM
It seemed like an ordinary day in the office, but the boss, a strict, unpleasant man nearing retirement age, was in a foul mood. Everything that I did irritated him.
After being at the end of his hostile remarks, I finally said in a sullen voice that I was going home.
"What did you say to me" he asked
"Nothing"
"Well it was not what you said but the way you siad it. I will not have rudeness or sarcasm in my office. And I'm sick of your attitude. So what am I going to do about it? Report you to the senior manager? Fine you some wages. Sack you. Which would you prefer?"
I said that I was sorry, and surely it was not as serious as this.
"Serious it is. Take one of the three options."
"Is there no other option" I said
"Perhaps there is a solution. I am old fashioned in my ways: I like courtesy, hard work, discipline and I don't like rudeness, and sarcasm."
"so what does that mean?" I replied
"It means that there is one other way for you to be punished - a more old fashioned way. Do you agree to this?"
"To what" I said, I don't know what you mean"
The boss sid, "just tell me yes or no, now"
I had little choice so I reluctantly said yes, not knowing what he had in mind. I soon found out.
"Go to my office. And stand by my desk. I will be there in a few minutes"
I did as I was told. After what seemed like an endless wait, he came in.
He fumbled around in a cupboard but I could not see what her was doing.
"Yes, my boy the olf fashioned way. I am going to cane you and you must ask to be caned"
"Are you insane? I said. You can be arrested for this.
"Don't worry about me, boy, you have agreed to the punishment. Bend over the desk, strectch out and touch the other side and push your bottom up. I'm going to give you six strokes across your bottom, then we can forget this."
But he did not forget immediately. After the six strokes he asked me to stand up. He then told me to take my trousers down. I argued but he angrily ordered me to. I pulled my trousers to my ankles and bent over the desk again. He told me tol pull my thin white pants so they were tight against my stinging bottom and they were so see though that he and I could see the red strokes of the cane on my bottom.
I bent over and felt the thwack of the cane, with little protection from my pants.
After 6 more strokes. He came towards me and started to touch and rub my sore bottom. He told me to stand up again. I did not want to as I was beginning to feel my cock going hard. He dragged me up and as he was admiring the red stripes through my whie see-through pants, he noticed the fairly obvious bulge in the front of my pants.
"You little pervert, what is that. You enjoyed having your bottom caned did you? Well we'll have to teach you a proper lesson now."
With that, he pulled me over to his leather couch, sat down and pulled me across his knee. I felt his rough hand in the waistband of my pants, which he quickly pulled down. I noticed a slight gasp from him as he gazed admiringly at my pert red-striped bottom. then I felt his rough hand all over me, spanking me, touching me, groping me, rubbing me, but always spanking my sore red bottom harder and harder. he ordered me to ask him to spank me harder which I did
"Please spank me, I deserve it, I'm a naughty, rude boy who needs his naughty bottom spanked"
He went on for what seemed like ages, as I had to ask him to spank me more and more, harder and harder. When it was over, he ordered me to stand in front of him. My cock was large and sore from rubbing against his lap as he spanked me. I had almost cum on numerous ocassions, but now to increase my hummiliation he ordered me to masturbate infront of him"
I come to the office now with trepidation, wondering whether this is to be the day for another spanking. Today he has told me that I must report to him and the senior manager, for some alleged infringement of the rules. I can only begin to imagine what will happen to me there.
After being at the end of his hostile remarks, I finally said in a sullen voice that I was going home.
"What did you say to me" he asked
"Nothing"
"Well it was not what you said but the way you siad it. I will not have rudeness or sarcasm in my office. And I'm sick of your attitude. So what am I going to do about it? Report you to the senior manager? Fine you some wages. Sack you. Which would you prefer?"
I said that I was sorry, and surely it was not as serious as this.
"Serious it is. Take one of the three options."
"Is there no other option" I said
"Perhaps there is a solution. I am old fashioned in my ways: I like courtesy, hard work, discipline and I don't like rudeness, and sarcasm."
"so what does that mean?" I replied
"It means that there is one other way for you to be punished - a more old fashioned way. Do you agree to this?"
"To what" I said, I don't know what you mean"
The boss sid, "just tell me yes or no, now"
I had little choice so I reluctantly said yes, not knowing what he had in mind. I soon found out.
"Go to my office. And stand by my desk. I will be there in a few minutes"
I did as I was told. After what seemed like an endless wait, he came in.
He fumbled around in a cupboard but I could not see what her was doing.
"Yes, my boy the olf fashioned way. I am going to cane you and you must ask to be caned"
"Are you insane? I said. You can be arrested for this.
"Don't worry about me, boy, you have agreed to the punishment. Bend over the desk, strectch out and touch the other side and push your bottom up. I'm going to give you six strokes across your bottom, then we can forget this."
But he did not forget immediately. After the six strokes he asked me to stand up. He then told me to take my trousers down. I argued but he angrily ordered me to. I pulled my trousers to my ankles and bent over the desk again. He told me tol pull my thin white pants so they were tight against my stinging bottom and they were so see though that he and I could see the red strokes of the cane on my bottom.
I bent over and felt the thwack of the cane, with little protection from my pants.
After 6 more strokes. He came towards me and started to touch and rub my sore bottom. He told me to stand up again. I did not want to as I was beginning to feel my cock going hard. He dragged me up and as he was admiring the red stripes through my whie see-through pants, he noticed the fairly obvious bulge in the front of my pants.
"You little pervert, what is that. You enjoyed having your bottom caned did you? Well we'll have to teach you a proper lesson now."
With that, he pulled me over to his leather couch, sat down and pulled me across his knee. I felt his rough hand in the waistband of my pants, which he quickly pulled down. I noticed a slight gasp from him as he gazed admiringly at my pert red-striped bottom. then I felt his rough hand all over me, spanking me, touching me, groping me, rubbing me, but always spanking my sore red bottom harder and harder. he ordered me to ask him to spank me harder which I did
"Please spank me, I deserve it, I'm a naughty, rude boy who needs his naughty bottom spanked"
He went on for what seemed like ages, as I had to ask him to spank me more and more, harder and harder. When it was over, he ordered me to stand in front of him. My cock was large and sore from rubbing against his lap as he spanked me. I had almost cum on numerous ocassions, but now to increase my hummiliation he ordered me to masturbate infront of him"
I come to the office now with trepidation, wondering whether this is to be the day for another spanking. Today he has told me that I must report to him and the senior manager, for some alleged infringement of the rules. I can only begin to imagine what will happen to me there.