The Spanking Arrangment

Jorge teaches Leah a lesson at work. He wants to punish. She agrees to let him spank her, if it means keeping her job.

I’m standing in front of my boss. He called me in here five minutes ago but has said nothing. I finally break the silence. "I'm sorry I've been coming in late, Jorge. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "I'm sure you will, Leah. But I'm afraid that's not the only issue we need to discuss."

My heart skips a beat. What else could there be? I've been doing my job well, or so I thought.

Jorge continues, "I've noticed that you've been leaving early as well. And sometimes, I can't help but notice that you're...distracted during work hours. I’m going to have to fire you."

“Please, no. I won’t do it again! I really need this job. It pays well, and I haven’t finished my degree yet.”

"I see," I say, trying to sound calm. "And what do you propose we do about you coming late?"

“Write me up.”

“This isn’t a one time thing. It’s happened repeatedly for the past two weeks.”

“Please, I’ll do anything.”

Jorge stands up and walks around his desk, stopping right in front of me. He leans down, his face inches from mine. “Anything?”

I nod. He probably wants to fuck me. “I don’t want to have sex with you. I'm still a virgin.”

He smiles. “I have other girls for that.” I’m surprised when he says, "I think it's time for some...discipline," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I like the idea of being the first to punish you Leah."

“You…you want to punish me?”

“Only if you consent. If you don’t, then you can leave and pack your stuff.”

"How will you do it?"

"I''m going to spank you with my hand. Sometimes a brush. If you're really naughty I can do it with my belt. I will keep you here one hour after work. You will feel pain, but it won't be unbearable. You will still be able to walk tomorrow, though sitting may feel uncomfortable."

“I….I…I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“Let you spank me.”

“Good girl. Go back to your desk and work for the rest of the day. When everyone leaves, you will come back to my office and present yourself to me.”

“Umm…Okay.” I turn and leave.

Three long hours goes by. I consider leaving. It’s the end of the day and I want to run away. I check my bank account from my phone, remembering I need this job. Instead of leaving, I slowly walk down the hall to Jorge’s office. I turn the knob and slowly enter.

“Welcome back. Before we start, there is a contract. I need you to sign it. Do that and you won’t lose your job. You’ll even get a pay raise. But in turn, you will need to submit yourself to me once a week for punishment. Our arrangement will stay between us. Do you understand?”

I nod and quickly look over the contract.

“You want to photograph me?”

“Yes. To ensure you don’t change you’re mind and tell HR or the media, I am going to take a video of you being punished. If you ever tell anyone, I will make sure these videos get to online porn sites, and post them for everyone to see. Including your family.”

I sign.

Before I can say anything, he grabs my wrists and pulls me to the corner of the room, where there's a table. The coffee cups have been replaced with ropes and other BDSM gear I’ve only seen in movies like Fifty Shades.

"I'm going to have to punish you, Leah," he says, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and authority. "But I promise, it will be worth it. Now strip for me down to your underwear.

I don’t.

“I need you to obey. Do it, or lose your job.”

Slowly, I remove my clothes.

“Good girl.”

He ties my hands behind my back, pulling the ropes tight enough to make me gasp. He then bends me over the table. “Get up on the table. I want your ass in the air facing me.”

I do as I’m told. When he is ready, he pulls down my panties. I know I’m exposed to him.

"You've been a bad girl, Leah," he says, his hand coming down hard on my ass. I yelp, the pain sharp and sudden.

After the tenth spank, Jorge reaches between my legs, his fingers finding my wetness. “I’m going to taste you now, Leah. I want to taste your wetness.

Then without warning he pressed his tongue forward before I can protest.

I can’t help but gasp as my hips buck back and forward against his tongue. I can feel the wetness drip between my legs as he slides his tongue up and down my clit.

"Looks like someone's enjoying this," he says, his voice full of amusement. “I think I want you over my knee as punishment.”

“Punishment? You want too hit me more?”

“Yes, Leah. For being a dirty little slut.”

He steps back and goes to sit in his chair. He motions to his lap. “Come. Put yourself over my knee like daddy’s good girl.”

I do as he commands.

He then pulls out a vibrator and places it between my legs, turning it on. I moan as the vibrations fill me, my hips bucking against him.

"I'm going to make you come, Leah," Jorge says, his voice firm. "And then we'll see if you've learned your lesson this week."

He spanks me again, the pain mixing with the pleasure of the vibrator. I'm on the edge, my body tensing up as I get closer and closer to orgasm.

"Beg for it, Leah," Jorge says, his hand still spanking my ass. "Beg for your release."

“No.”

“Do it, or I’ll take off my belt.”

"Please, Jorge," I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please make me come."

“No, not Jorge. You’ll either call me Sir or Daddy while we are in this room.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He increases the speed of the vibrator, and I cry out as I come hard, my body shaking with pleasure.

Jorge begins to spank me again as I climax.

“Good girl. Now count to twenty for me.”

I can barely speak as the vibrator continues to pulse. I feel myself writhe beneath him.

“Do it,” he commands.

“One. Two…”

He spreads out his assault on both cheeks. I cannot help but cry out. “Please, stop!”

“I told you what to call me.”

Another smack across my butt, this one harder.

“Please sir. I can’t take this anymore.”

“Two more and you’re done.”

“Nineteen…twenty.”

He doesn’t let me leave. Instead, he feels around my sex to see if I am wet. I feel his hands move up and down my clit. “Gods, you’re so wet for me. Like a good girl.”

I can hear him smell his fingers. Then there is another click, and I know he’s taking pictures.

After about fifteen minutes, he unties me and helps me stand up, his arms around me as I catch my breath.

"I hope you've learned your lesson, Leah," he says, his voice soft.

I look up at him, my eyes shining with gratitude. "I have, Jorge. I promise."

He smiles, his hand reaching down to adjust his pants. "Good. See you next week. Same day, same time. And this time I’ll be paying attention to you at work. Anything I don’t like, I will add to a tally sheet. That will be how many times I spank you that week."

"Yes, sir."

"Now thank me for punishing you."

"Thank you sir. I deserved to be punished."

"Good girl. And next week I want you to bring a bag of clothes. You'll dress up like a school girl before coming in to my office after hours."

"Yes, sir."

Jorge leans back against the chair. I know that this is just the beginning of our little...arrangement.