A Punishment Spanking

Continued from: "Forced" Labour

I walked into the room deliberately slow but commandingly. I wanted my heel-clicks to thunder off the hardwood and echo throughout the room. Russell used to know this sound well, years ago, and when I saw him begin to tremble in the corner, I could tell I still had the same effect on him.

I clicked into the room a few times, again, deliberately. I didn't say a word and left it to his ears and his butterflies to determine what I was tinkering around with behind him. 

I placed a sturdy chair in the centre of the room and laid out some heavy hairbrushes and paddles. When I checked my timer it was counting up to the 32 minute mark. It was time! 

"Well, well young man. It's been quite some time since I've seen you like this."

"Andrea, is this really necessary." Russell tilted his head to the left and spoke. 

"Use my given name again young man, and I'll have your two slutty Secretaries down here to watch you sobbing over my knee!" 

"I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Rest assured young man, you will be sobbing very soon, now turn around and come here." 

To ensure I kept this punishment as real and meaningful as possible, I wanted him bare naked for this. Not a single stich of modestly left. 

"Take off your shirt and socks Russell." 

"Yes Ma'am." He complied. 

"I don't imagine you would have forgotten that I am right-handed. Come around to my right side." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Oh! I heard a crack in his voice there. Stripped of all his clothing with me fully dressed, thirty minutes in the corner and now he caught a glimpse of the tissues and lotion, along with the hairbrushes I had laid out on the table. Things just got very real for him. Perfect time for a good scolding. I remembered to use the dreaded 'D' word too!

“Russell, I understand you have Sarah Jane to train and condition as a slutty Secretary. But you need to understand that I am also running a business here." 

"I trusted you to manage not only yourself, but also Bella and Sarah, to achieve the objectives of my various portfolios and revenue streams."

"I think you took advantage of me. I'm disappointed in you, young man."

There goes the bottom lip! I watched Russell's eyes gloss over with tears and waited a moment for my words to sink in before patting my lap. 

He lowered his head in shame and mumbled out a, "I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Over you go. We're going to ensure this doesn't happen again."

His vantage-point, similar to the image below, leaves no ambiguity about the reality of his situation. The reality that he is a grown man currently on the verge of tears, naked and draped over a women's lap, about to be given a spanking. 

The view in undeniably feminine and beautiful, but intimidating at the same time. 

I started off in this classic OTK, straight-backed chair position using only my hand, as I begin most all of my spankings, regardless of who the recipient is. It is too important to skip this part. 

I did a little scolding throughout the spanking, to reinforce my disappointment in him, as I changed up our positions and began to layer him with the wooden implements. 

His tears and apologizing returned when I began a very sound paddling of his sit-spots. 

The true sobbing didn't begin until I swapped out the wooden paddle for my ebony hairbrush, a truly dreadful implement. 

By the time I was finished I could see the sweat glistening on his back as he collapsed to his knees and sobbed into the cushions of the couch. 

I returned to the spanking chair with the bottle of soothing lotion. With gentle and maternal care, I patted my lap to invite him back into an OTK and vulnerable position. He crawled over and laid his head in my lap. I heard a genuine apology through is sniffles. 

I gently massaged some cool lotion onto his burning bottom, all while he was jackknifed over my knee. When he had calmed down I led him to the corner and helped him into a kneeling position. 

"Thirty minutes young man, hands glued to your sides." I instructed. 

He bowed his head in defeat, not looking forward to the embarrassment and boredom of such a lengthy timeout. 

Nevertheless, he sniffed out a reluctant, "yes Ma'am." 

I was satisfied with the consequences for his actions. I'm sure that colour will occupy his sit-spots for a week!

He'll be too embarrassed about the state of his bum to undress in-front of his two Secretaries. I guess I solved the spending all day fucking your Secretaries problem. Even if it's only for a week. 

However, I suppose it won’t stop him from making them fuck each other while he gingerly sits to watch them. 

Oh well. I tried. *shrug* 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Pretty Please