Pity poor Stephanie 25-years old and still spanked daily. She was intelligent, a college graduate with honors, articulate, a fasionista with a good job and an all around delightful person with never a cross word and always a genuine smile for everyone. It was to her misfortune that she also exuded an innocent sensual charm leading men and women both to have one uppermost thought in their minds: spanking Stephanie’s spectacular and epic rounded bottom. It was not her fault, genetics had blessed her with both the ideal rear end plus a delightful bewildered submissiveness. It simply never occurred to her to challenge her discipline, if someone needed to spank her well obviously she was guilty of some offense and thus deserved to be spanked.
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“Ta da!” Stephanie spun in a circle, the flounced hem of the dress spinning around her knees. “I get to wear this the rest of the day! I’m so happy.”
“Didn’t we all hear you getting spanked rather hard earlier?” asked Lauren voicing what the others were all dying to know.
“Well… yes, but that’s OK, I was being disobedient about getting naked. Ms. Amandoire was being perfectly reasonable in her professional expectations. That’s not important anyway, what do you think of this dress? It’s perfect for me. I feel so pretty.” Stephanie hugged her arms and did a little dance. “Oh I almost forgot; I wouldn’t want another spanking now would I?” winking to the girls. “I’m to go out and buy lunch for everyone and it’s free!” Stephanie floated out of the office after stressing she remembered everyone’s order and didn’t need to write it down. There was lots of head shaking and dire predictions after she left.
Lauren said it best.”She’s the sweetest soul I’ve ever met yet the most deserving of every spank she receives.”
Stephanie was feeling quite proud of herself that she’d made it to the deli, placed the orders and was headed back, all without any problems. Just wait until the girls get their lunches, they’ll be so impressed.
“What do you mean it’s wrong?” Stephanie was bewildered. “The deli must have messed up! I got salmon on sesame bagel, tuna on wheat, egg salad with mustard, pastrami on rye, ham and cheese on hard roll and German potato salad with bacon. I know I remembered correctly. It’s not fair.”
The rest of the girls assured her they’d eat the food even though the combinations were slightly wrong, but Stephanie was disconsolate and only picked at her chicken breast and veggies. They patted her on the back and said it didn’t matter, the food was very good and in any case, all they had to do was swap the bread around.
Lauren asked her, “Will you eat your lunch and smile if each of us gives you a couple of spanks? Will that make you feel better?”
Stephanie bit her lip and nodded, eyes downcast. “I hate being such a screw up. I still have to be paddled for being late this morning.”
“Oh honey, you’re not a screw up,” they all said in unison.
They got up and crowded around her in a big group hug. Afterwards Stephanie stood up and leaned forward slightly on the table requesting another spanking. Each of her coworkers passed by spanking her twice moderately. When they’d finished Stephanie told them, “Thanks. You guys are the best. What are you waiting for? Let’s eat!”
After lunch Stephanie spent the rest of the afternoon on the website updating inventory and making sure the social media feeds were all working correctly. She also began formatting the new collection catalogue she’d modeled in the morning using the photos Tigre had selected and transcribing Ms. Amandoire’s product descriptions. All too soon it was 5:30 and time to face Mr. Tardy.
“Right on time.” Ms. Amandoire sounded pleased. “Excellent. Let’s get started so we can all go home. You will tell me about the dress while you’re under my paddle. Fetch it now.”
Stephanie bent over the desk, the paddle delivered and poised to strike. Crack! “Oh… I like the dress… Crack! the fabric flows… Crack! ow, ow and doesn’t pin… Crack! sssss… pinch when I sit or turn. Crack! That hurts so bad! Crack! ow, ow, ow. I think the hem should Crack! be shorter Crack! and Crack! no Crack! rufflesssssss.”
“That’s ten for tardiness. Stand up please.”
Stephanie danced on her toes, both hands frantically rubbing her flaming bottom, panting heavily.
“You still have the accrued interest to receive, but you need to return the dress to storage first since you can’t wear it home. Take it off now.”
Stephanie’s face blushed red to match her rear. “I’m still naked underneath ma’am.”
Ms. Amandoire very sternly said, “Take it off, return it to storage and come back. You have thirty seconds starting now. 30, 29…”
Stephanie shrieked, quickly whipped the dress over her head and ran naked out the door and down the hallway. The rest of the office left working watched open-mouthed as she raced past; over the intercom the numbers counted down. 23, 22, 21, 20, 19… She hung the dress on the rack and sprinted back, her breasts bobbing, tummy wobbling her bright red buttocks pumping as the count reached single digits. 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Time! She put her hands on her thighs trembling and gulping for air.
Ms Amandoire lifted Stephanie’s quivering chin with the edge of the paddle. “Only three seconds slow. That means eight more in total. Bend back over and lock your hands behind your knees. These last spanks will all be given quickly within fifteen seconds and leave lasting marks. Do not let go no matter how much pain you’re feeling or I will start over at the beginning!”
Stephanie was a well-chastised girl when she finally left for home promising to be on time in the morning. Once there she rushed to the bathroom desperate for a cold cloth. Straining over her shoulder, she gasped in shock at the state of her bottom. No wonder she could barely sit riding home! It was dark red with deeper patches verging into blue on her sit spots and along the crease. The water and lotion helped sooth the surface but she knew it would be days before the punished flesh returned to normal. Looking in the mirror she vowed, no more spankings young lady. Stop being so naughty!
She put on the loosest pants she owned and started dinner. She leaned on the counter sipping her wine while reliving all the spankings she’d received during the day. I do believe it’s an all-time record. Cheers!
Stephanie spun around in horror. Her dinner was burning in the skillet! She waved her hands, pan off, stove off, towel flapping, smoke alarm not stopping.
A frantic pounding on the front door, “Stephanie! Are you in there? Open up!”
“Oh no!” Stephanie cried out in despair. “It’s Mr. Johnson!”
To be continued next Wicked Wednesday in Part #4