Claire’s punishment: The Taming of the Naughty Secretary
Part 1: Listening
Claire, the senior secretary of Svenson Industries, and her intern Tony, sat side by side on the hard bench outside Miss Svenson’s office, shifting from bottom cheek to bottom cheek in discomfort and anticipation, not looking one another in the eye. The heavy door cut off most of the sound, but they could hear the lovely alto of Miss Prendergast’s voice in counterpoint with the slightly higher elegant tones of Miss Svenson. As Claire contemplated her impending fate, it seemed to her that her bottom became a larger part of her, more sensitive, almost the centre of her being. Her heart jumped into her mouth as the door swung open and Miss Prendergast emerged looking serious and determined.
“Miss Svenson will see Tony first. Claire, please stay where you are until I call you.”
“Yes Miss Prendergast”
Tony only gulped, stood up, and was ushered with a hand under the elbow into the office. The door swung shut, and Claire heard Miss S speaking in clearly severe tones for several minutes, with short gaps when Tony presumably replied quietly. Then a silence ………………followed by the unmistakable sound of a strong female hand smacking a naked bottom. Claire could not help but feel even more excited at the familiar and stimulating sound, and tried to control her feelings by counting the spanks…. 24, another set of 24, and another and another, then a change of rhythm and more rapid syncopated smacks. Miss Prendergast had joined in! He was getting a double spanking over both ladies’ knees! The squeals and gasps of Tony’s discomfort – and no wonder after what Claire had done to him just a quarter of an hour earlier – became more urgent after the second batch of 24, but muted to strangled grunts after a sharp intervention by Miss Svenson’s voice. At last the spanking stopped. Perhaps that would be it – after all Miss Svenson must have seen that his bottom was already sore from before………
Part 2: Remembering
Claire’s mind wandered, remembering the recent scene in her office with renewed exciting effect. She had always had a thing about Tony since he first interviewed, and daily exposure had increased her interest, but given her inclinations, that interest was particularly sparked by his lovely round bottom, which she had ached to spank – and caress. At last a failure to complete an important report gave her a good reason to implement the established Corporal Punishment policy of Svenson Industries, which Tony had signed up to.
“ Tony, you have been very lazy, and I will have to work most of the night on this report if I am not to get in trouble with Miss Svenson. I am going to make sure that is does not happen again, by giving you a sound spanking here and now!”
“Oh please Miss Claire, I have been doing my best, it’s the first real mistake”
“No, I am sorry, it’s too late for apologies. Take off your shoes and trousers now and come and stand next to my chair”
Slowly, Tony had complied, and came to stand red faced next to where she sat with her knees primly together. She reached out and took the waistband of his underpants in her hand. A swift downward movement and they were around his ankles and she was presented with her second favourite view. Tony’s hands moved to cover himself.
“Hands on your head now boy!”
“Bend right over my knee, and keep still!”
Tony had bent, and at last she had that bottom in view and under her control. Suppressing the desire to stroke it she had begun to spank vigorously, and lost herself in the joy of spanking the bare, soft but resilient flesh. She could not remember how long this had gone on, but she came to her senses when her hand began to get really sore. She had indulged herself by running both hands over his bottom and giving each cheek a few squeezes. Controlling herself with difficulty, she reached under the chair where she had placed her favourite hairbrush. She pushed Tony off her right thigh, tugged her skirt up and clamped her right leg over his, and began to spank crisply with the hairbrush, alternating cheeks. …..nine, ten, eleven, twelve!!! Tony stiffened, bucked and squealed, but she had him firmly under control. Then she took his left bottom cheek in her left hand, and pulled it up, exposing the sweet spot in the crease – six smart smacks had him jumping under her deliciously, as if she were riding a recalcitrant pony and staying in control. Then the same on the right side, and it was over, Tony gasping and shimmying, she on a fantastic high as she looked down on the red globes — and that would have to do, there was too much noise and she was pushing the envelope of her authority using the hairbrush.
But she had – unfortunately for her – not been able to leave it at that, which would have been just arguably within her authority. She had had to have more.
“Stand up Tony, take off your shirt and bend over my desk!” “Good, now grip the far side, part your legs and stand on tiptoe! That’s right – a bit wider, higher, good. I can see everything now, you know!”
“Yes, Miss Claire”
“Now, I am going to give you 12 strokes of the cane just to make sure you have learned your lesson!”
“Please, Miss Claire, I have never been caned before! I’m not sure I can take it”
“Well, I am sorry, it’s that or a really bad report for Miss Prendergast, and that would mean even more spanking from her and then for sure a caning from Miss Svenson!!”
“All right, Miss, please cane me yourself then.”
“Good boy! Make sure you stay in position – if you move I will give you extra strokes! Deep breath now!” She flexed the cane, tapped it on the glowing right cheek, moved a little back to make sure there was no wrap-around, then flicked the cane in with as much wrist as she could manage.
SSSSssthwickkkk – oh how his bottom vibrated – SSSSssthwockkkk right in the middle, what a wobble, Craaaackkkk – in the crease, oh how he had jumped and squealed SSSSssthwickkkk, SSSSssthwockkkk, Thwaaackkkk, SSSSssthwickkkk, SSSSssthwickkkk –five fast ones across the lower middle of his cheeks, the tip spraying about as he writhed and jumped up and down. It had been fantastic; she could not imagine why she had not done this before to someone, she could do it all day! Changing sides, she had decided to practice her backhand: SSSSssthwickkkk – high up left, a bit weak, SSSSssthwickkkk – wow! Much better, a direct hit on the sweet spot, SSSSssthwickkkk – oh dear a bit of thigh overlap and a loud cry from Tony, who was struggling to stay in place by this time. Then it had been back to his left side for the last stroke.
“What do they traditionally say about the last stroke, Tony?”
“I don’t know Miss Claire “
“Think boy, or I will start again…”
“Maybe the last stroke is the hardest Miss?
“YES” SSSSssthwaaackkkk – owowow!
“Now stand up and face the wall: think about your behaviour and how to improve for 5 minutes!”
“Yes, Miss Claire” said Tony as he moved over to the wall, displaying a red and striped sore bottom.
Even then it might have been all right, she could have got away with it – but by this time she had been flying and could not help herself. Coming to stand very close behind Tony, she had begun to caress his red bottom avidly, getting more and more carried away. Her heart had been pounding and her breathing short. Leaving her right hand roaming those dear globes, she slid her left hand slowly around his flank until it must surely soon touch……………..
But at that very moment, in burst Miss Prendergast! Oh NO! NO!
“Claire, what ARE you doing?” cried Miss Prendergast, “I can’t believe what I just saw – don’t you realise this could be seen as harassment? It could really harm the company’s reputation! And what are these? Cane marks?? “
“Yes, Miss Prendergast”
“Right, Claire, come here,” said Miss Prendergast, sitting squarely on the chair so recently occupied by Claire herself. She pulled Claire over her lap, and in a trice her skirt was up, her panties pulled up to reveal the lower part of her full bottom cheeks, and under Tony’s wide-eyed gaze Miss Prendergast’s left hand rained spanks down on her bottom.
But then Miss Prendergast said “ This is not doing enough — get up Claire, I am going to take you and Tony to Miss Svenson!!!”
And so here she was,
Waiting, listening and hoping – for a mild punishment. Or perhaps not?
Part 3 Wondering and waiting
Claire could hardly keep still where she sat, waiting, waiting, always the worst and best.
Silence. Phew, just a hand spanking. She could cope with that, perhaps it was even desirable, although not quite the same as being spanked by a man.
But then the silence was broken by what was clearly a command from Miss S. Ten seconds later, Claire heard a firm Thwack! Followed by a sharp cry. Oh no, the strap or Miss Svenson’s favourite tawse!! Thwack, Ow, Thwack aargh, thwack nnngh, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, thwack owooowow – a sensitive spot struck?- thwack oooh, Thwack grrrrh, Thwwaack nnnngh, Thwack aaaaaahowowow. Twelve hard strokes on the bare!
Another brief silence, then Miss Svenson, quite a long speech, then Miss Prendergast, and all was quiet.
What would happen now?
Her heart was in her mouth, for she knew she was in for at least the same treatment. Would Miss Svenson make him bend over or lie on the bench for one of her famous canings? Or was it all over? She could not decide what she wanted.
Her whole being was illuminated by the experience so far, she was floating in internal space, could she take a thrashing as well?
The answer came as the door swung open and Tony emerged, red faced and tearful, followed closely by Miss Prendergast. OMG, not the cane then!!! Surely she could take the tawse without whinging?
“Claire,” said Miss Prendergast sternly, “Miss Svenson will see you now.”
Part 4 Spanked at last
Later she was unable to remember entering Miss Svenson’s office: somehow she had floated in, blissfully unaware of her surroundings in her excited and apprehensive state.
Miss Svenson’s voice cut through her reverie. Her fine blue eyes looked directly in Claire’s.
“Claire, I am most disappointed to hear what Miss Prendergast has told me, which Tony has confirmed while I was punishing him. You are an excellent senior secretary, but your judgement has deserted you badly this time. First, you have exceeded your authority by applying the cane to an intern’s bottom. Worse still, you have been detected acting in a way that could be interpreted as sexual harassment if Tony were so inclined. You are fortunate that he seems not to want to take this action. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“ I don’t know, Miss Svenson. He deserved to be punished ……and then I got carried away.”
“Yes indeed, and you have to hope that I don’t get “carried away”, or you will not be sitting comfortably for a very long time!”
With that Miss Svenson moved to her desk chair, which was already in the middle of the room, and sat down firmly, looking sternly at Claire. “Come here, Claire – no, stand on my left, just by my knees. Now, get over my knees and keep your bottom up high!”
Claire obeyed, sliding over Miss Svenson’s silk clad thighs, right over, landing with her head down, two hands on the floor and her bottom at the highest point. Cool air flowed over her thighs as her skirt was raised – she felt a frisson of excitement, which peaked again as Miss Svenson pulled down her panties exposing her bare bottom completely for the first time today. What a feeling! There was fulfilment in this exposure; a shudder of complete submission went through her.
Then it began, Miss Svenson’s hand crashing down, first on one cheek then the other, then a set of smacks on one side, then the other, on and on. Oh, how it stung, but she did not want it to stop! After what seemed like many minutes she felt another pair of knees – Miss Prendergast! – and suddenly she was being spanked by both ladies, and no longer with their hands but with very stingy slippers. This was no longer so nice, oh how it stung, her bottom moved this way and that to escape the awful stings, but Miss Svenson placed a firm hand in the middle of her back and smacked on and on. Claire began to really suffer, she was approaching her limit surely, her face felt red and sweat broke our on her forehead. She began to wail as the hardest slippering of her life built and built and reached a crescendo of rapid whacks. At last it stopped, leaving Claire gasping and panting, her bottom moving to and fro as if remembering the sting.
“I think we did a good job there, Miss Prendergast,” said Miss Svenson.
“Yes, Miss Svenson, I really enjoyed using that slipper! But I don’t think Claire did!” said Miss Prendergast.
“ I hope not, Claire is here to learn proper behaviour, not to enjoy herself, so we must be quite severe today. Miss Prendergast, could you please get me that nice spanking strap – yes, the thick leather one?” said Miss Svenson.
Claire felt Miss Prendergast’s knees withdraw, while Miss Svenson’s hand remained firmly in the small of her back, and her glowing bottom faced the ceiling, her panties now on one ankle as she had kicked so much. Ow! She was sore, and there was no sign of the final tawsing yet.
“Thank you Miss Prendergast. 48 strokes!!” she heard Miss Svenson say, then her back arched and her legs flailed as the hard spanking strap smacked into her soft bottom cheeks, one, two – four — six — ten — twelve times very fast and hard. Miss Svenson was not holding back.
“This is too much! Miss Prendergast, please hold Claire’s ankles for me. I shall have to start again. 48 new strokes.” Said Miss Svenson.
“Of course, Miss Svenson.” Miss Prendergast had to get down on her knees to get a good grip on Claire’s elegant ankles. “Nice stockings, Claire!” she said. She had a wonderful view of the full length of Claire’s stocking clad long slim legs, with the broader, feminine but slim, expanse of bright red bottom cheeks above, divided by a deliciously dark deep mysterious crevice. Miss Svenson began the over-the –knee strapping again: “48 strokes!!” If anything these strokes were even harder, and Miss Prendergast had to take a firm grip to keep Claire’s legs under control, enjoying the wonderful view of the flexing, rippling, bounding, bouncing bottom being beaten as it’s owner deserved.
From Miss Svenson’s point of view, the lovely shaped red bottom bucked and writhed as she applied the strap, left right, leftleftleft, rightrightright, left right, 24, 30, 36, 40, 45. Taking a deep breath she raised her arm really high over her head, and brought the strap own on the same spot on Claire’s left bottom cheek once, twice, thrice. “Forty eight hard strokes, Claire! Well taken” she declared.
Claire was not in a fit state to appreciate this, she had had to grit her teeth from at least stroke number 20, and the sore spot where the last three strokes had landed was the only thing in her mind now.
Claire felt Miss Svenson’s hand glide over the surface of her bottom. She knew that Miss Svenson was using her great experience to judge how much more she could take. No longer quite so keen to be spanked, she half hoped it was over, but knew really that it could not be.
“Stand up, Claire!” Miss Svenson ordered. Stumbling, on slightly wobbly legs, Claire stood upright.
“Go and stand in the corner and think about how to improve your behaviour. In a position of responsibility, you have to know how to control your impulses. I do not want such a thing to ever happen again, and I intend to punish you accordingly,” said Miss Svenson.
Claire moved to the corner, and knew to put her hands on her head.
“I think we should have her skirt up so that we can see her bottom,” said Miss Prendergast.
“Absolutely, naughty girls do not deserved the dignity of a covered bottom in the middle of a thrashing” cried Miss Svenson. Miss Prendergast moved swiftly over to Claire and pulled up her skirt. “I think it may have to come off, Miss Svenson, there’s nothing to tuck it in to” she opined. “Very well, Miss Prendergast, please remove the skirt – and she may as well step out of those panties as well.”
Claire felt cool air again as her skirt was unzipped and slid down silkily. As Miss Prendergast stood up next to her holding the folded skirt, she whispered, “I’m a bit hot, could you take off my blouse too?” Miss Prendergast arched her eyebrows at this, but a touch of a smile flickered over her lips: “ I think the tail of this blouse may also get in the way, Miss Svenson, so I shall remove it”. Claire felt cool fingers reach around and unbutton her blouse, slipping it over her shoulders. Claire stood in her corner, hands on head, naked apart from her brassiere. It was not embarrassing, it was a natural part of her submitting to what she knew to be a deserved punishment by someone who cared for her and her career prospects.
The two ladies conversed in low tones over by Miss Svenson’s desk, while Claire stood with her well-spanked bottom in full view, feeling the throb and swell down there, and trying to think about better behaviour, and how not to get carried away with Tony in the office.
“What do you think, Miss Svenson, has she had enough punishment?” said Miss Prendergast.
“No, no, not at all, that was just a warm up. I still have to punish her for the caning and the harassment offences” was Miss Svenson’s reply. “Claire, I am now going to give you the tawse for exceeding your authority and caning an intern. Stand in front of the chair, bend right over and put your hands on the seat. And do not move while I am punishing you.”
When it came, Claire was not surprised, she had expected to get tawsed, but a frisson of anxiety pulsed through her nevertheless – Miss Svenson was being so severe today. She moved to the chair, bent over with her legs together and took a firm grip and waited – for what seemed a very long time.
“Excellent, Claire,” said Miss Svenson, “I like to see such obedience, “Miss Prendergast, tawses like this one is were really invented to be used on the hands in Scottish schools, but I find it works very well on the bottom too. Twenty-four strokes Claire: I want you to count each stroke, and thank me for punishing you, and I want to hear from you what you will do about avoiding abuse of authority in future.”
Claire withstood the temptation to say that Tony had only got twelve…….. and then Miss Svenson was next to her on her right, and then…. And then her bottom exploded with sharp anguish as the first well-swung stroke landed and the twin tails bit her left cheek. ‘Owowow – owow, One! Miss Svenson, thank you Miss Svenson, owow. Oh! Ow! Oooh! I will never use the cane again without permission…..Two Miss Svenson, thank you Miss Svenson, owowow AAAghOWOW I promise never to abuse my authority!.…..Three! Miss Svenson, thank you Miss Svenson, oh please Miss I promise never to do it again………”
Miss Prendergast watched in admiration as Miss Svenson swung the tawse left-handed, with some snap but surely not really full force. Nevertheless the soft bottom flattened under each tawse stroke, and the soft flesh reverberated as the room reverberated with Claire’s cries and protestations of impending improvement. The beautiful red bottom was twisting sideways a bit as a natural avoidance but its owner was holding it in place, using her mind to remain obedient and take her due. What a wonderful example of the benefits of corporal punishment delivered firmly but fairly, she thought. Claire was surely not enjoying herself quite so much any more, and learning a salutary lesson!
Owowow – owow, Ten! Miss Svenson, thank you Miss Svenson, oooo aaaah!. OW! Ow! Oooh! OW Eleven Miss Svenson, thank you Miss Svenson, OWOW Twelve! Miss Svenson, thank you Miss Svenson, I promise never to overstep the mark ever ever again, owow……….
Claire’s mind was in a whirl, but focused entirely on surviving the pain and proving to Miss Svenson that she really would improve. She did not want another 24 of these! The blows did not come fast, but too fast to allow her to properly compose herself, so it got harder and harder not to move and harder to remember to say the right thing. Gritting her teeth she tried to suppress the urge to twist away or to jump up and down on her toes. Oh how it hurt! – her bottom felt on fire, but that’s eighteen now, surely she can take six more — OWOWOW! Against her will and better judgement she jumped up and her hands flew to her left cheek where the nineteenth stroke had struck harder than all before. Hopping up and down she caught a glimpse of Miss Svenson’s face, a mixture of disapproval but also of amused superiority. Miss Svenson well knew when a punishment was being effective.
“ Claire, you have five strokes more to go, but I shall now give you six extra for disobeying me and getting up during punishment!” the firm voice of Miss Svenson told her. “Miss Prendergast, to avoid further problems, please hold her hands and keep her bent over.”
Claire bent again, and found herself facing directly into Miss Prendergast’s décolletage as she stood in front of her, and took her wrists firmly in hers, and could smell the delightful perfume that she wore. With her heightened senses she found this a startling experience. But this pleasant interlude was sharply interrupted as Miss Svenson began to wield the tawse again. Claire entered a new level of pain as the blows came faster, but something wonderful happened, she seemed to be able to rise above the pain and feel the joy of submission and obedience as she babbled out her good intentions and apologies. The tawse rose and fell in one blur – it must have been eleven strokes, or did it go on for longer – Claire had lost count, and Miss Svenson had obviously decided on a hard fast set of strokes and did not hold her to account.
Part 5. Caned after all
“Well done, Claire, I hope that has taught you a lesson,” said Miss Svenson, “Go and stand in the corner again with your hands on your head. Do not touch your bottom!”
Claire stood up and proudly walked to the corner, her red bottom swinging to and fro. She had come through that with flying colours she thought, and had only jumped up once. She pressed her nose to the cool plaster, oh how she wished that coolness could touch her throbbing bottom! She ached to rub her well whacked posterior, but did not dare. Now that the intensity of the tawsing was over, part of her was glad it was over and she could leave soon and splash some water on the sizzling surfaces, but part of her did not want the experience to stop. Perhaps if she did rub her bottom??? But that would mean the cane, and she did not want that!
At that, Miss Svenson’s mobile rang, and after a short conversation she said, “I shall have to go and attend to this matter. It will only take five minutes. Claire, you stay where you are until I get back, Miss Prendergast will make sure you behave yourself.”
The five minutes seemed like an hour to Claire. All she wanted was to hear Miss Svenson’s final lecture and get back to see how Tony was.
At last the door opened and Miss Svenson returned.
“What do you have to say to me Claire?” said Miss Svenson.
Claire had had time to compose a speech. “That I am really sorry for my behaviour and will do my best to be a perfect secretary for you from now on. I promise to keep to the rules of the company corporal punishment scheme, which only allows me to spank, and not on the bare. I will refer all more serious cases to Miss Prendergast or yourself. I will also never misbehave with an intern or employee again.”
“Indeed you will not, and to make quite sure I am now going to cane you for your near-harassment behaviour!” said Miss Svenson.
Claire’s heart beat faster and she shifted from foot to foot. “Oh please, Miss Svenson, I have been punished a lot, I thought that was for everything. Please, Please not the cane!” she cried.
“I am sorry, Claire, you must be punished properly. Lie down on the punishment bench and keep still”
Dejectedly, Claire did as she was told, and soon her lithe form was draped along the punishment bench, with the glowing red moons of her bottom cheeks squarely in the middle, awaiting the cane.
She did not have long to wait.
“Twenty four strokes, Claire. Please count them and thank me each time. Then I will expect a more convincing statement from you!”
Before Claire could collect herself or reply, the first stroke landed right in the middle of the presented bottom.
Claire jumped and squealed at the new sharp pain, like a burst of light or sitting on a red-hot bar. Belatedly she shouted “One, one Miss Svenson, thank you Miss Svenson”, the second stoke arriving as she said Svenson so that the name was spoken at a much higher pitch, followed by the next ”Thank you Miss Svenson, TWO, owowowow please Miss Svenson, I am so sorr———OWowow THREE, Thank you Miss Svenson, aaaaahhowow FOUR! Thank you Miss Svenson! Owooooowow FIVE, Thank you Miss Svenson, aaaaaowowowow SIX Thank you Miss Svenson……………………………………….”
Claire had got herself under control after the shock of the first two strokes. She even dared a peek at Miss Svenson, she looked so magnificent, such a brilliant caner. Despite the painful strokes assailing her bottom, Claire found time to admire how Miss Svenson concentrated on the target, bent her knees and brought the cane down in a smooth accelerating arc. Claire herself was not in this league, but maybe with more practice on ….. OH! that really hurt, TWELVE, she had got to twelve, surely she could make it to twenty-four, that was half way. She had better concentrate on riding the pain of each stroke and thinking of what to say. OW EIGHTEEN, Thank you Miss Svenson!! NINETEEN, Thank you Miss Svenson. TWENTY Thank you Miss Svenson. Claire was not a complete stranger to the cane; she had had a six stroke caning from Miss Svenson during her probation, and twelve strokes once when she made her only major administrative mistake and lost the company a contract. But this was further than she had ever gone down the path blazed by the cane in her body and mind, Oh how it hurt, but somehow she did not want it to stop – the sharp spikes of pain were hard to bear, but she was being transported to a new level of experience. TWENTY-THREE Thank you Miss Svenson! TWENTY-FOUR THANK YOU MISS SVENSON!!!
It was over. She had taken a deserved punishment, and she felt fantastic, almost euphoric.
“Claire, I am waiting!” she heard Miss Svenson say. “NO, don’t get up – stay right where you are.”
“ I am very sorry for misbehaving with my intern, Miss Svenson, it won’t happen again. But it was only natural, he is such an attractive young……..”
“Claire, I can’t believe what I am hearing! I want no excuses from you! Miss Prendergast, do you think she has learnt this lesson properly?”
“Well, she has taken a lot of punishment, Miss Svenson, but that did not seem very contrite.”
“Indeed, Miss Prendergast, I agree.”
With a nod to Miss Prendergast, Miss Svenson strode forward and picked up the cane again.
“I shall give you twenty-four more strokes of the cane, Claire, and when I am finished I expect a proper apology with no excuses!”
“Oh, please Miss Svenson, I am really sorry I tried to excuse my behaviour, it was not permissible”
Miss Svenson flexed her cane and swished it through the air.
“Claire, do not speak again until you can apologise properly. Miss Prendergast, you may need to hold her down for these strokes”
Claire felt Miss Prendergast’s hands press lightly but firmly between her shoulder blades.
And then she was caned.