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Author: Annanymous |
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Date Posted: 10:51:41 05/26/10 Wed Patti held the discipline slip in her sweating hand just outside the door of the discipline room. She sat on the bench knowing that it would be the last time she would be able to do so comfortably for a couple of days. The last time she was late for work for the third time she felt the sting of the paddle forty times over her slacks. She was ashamed of herself. She thought she would have learned her lesson the last time. Though the sound beyond the door was faint, it was the unmistakable sound of a young lady receiving a very severe discipline. She could hear the sharp smacks repeatedly and a girls yelps and cries seemingly endless. Finally, after what seemed like hours all that she could hear were the girls cries. Patti began shaking, knowing her turn was soon to come. The door opened and the broad shouldered, good looking disciplinarian appeared with business on her face. A shock wave ran down Patti's spine when she heard the womans voice say "Patti, come in here please." The pretty 21 year old strawberry blond secretary stood by the desk with her skirt and panties around her ankles and her face awash with tears. The disciplinarian was a sturdy, stern and very beautiful, well proportioned woman in her early 40s. Although Patti heard her voice very clearly, the words seemed jumbled and incoherent about habitual tardiness to work. The woman sat in a chair and in an instant Patti was over her lap, hand raining down over her jean clad bottom. The womans hand was as sturdy as a paddle. Very soon her bottom heated up and was burning and stung like bees with each slap. Try as she might, Patti could no longer hold back her yelps and the the tears began to flow. She was not even concerned about the young secretary watching her spanking with hungry eyes. Just when Patti thought she could take no more, the slaps slowed to about every few seconds, but no less in intensity. Then the disciplinarian rubbed her burning bottom and helped Patti stumble to her feet. The young secretary looked at her with compassion as her own bottom was still quite on fire. The disciplinarian lectured Princess on punctuality and informed her that she would take her paddling on the bare bottom. "Oh no!" Patti gasped, not because of the sting of the paddle on her bare bottom, but she realized she had dirty panties on. She was certain it wasn't just a slight tan streak, but a thick brown poop streak in the back of her panties. Not only would her secret be revealed to the disciplinarian, but the young secretary too. Patti standing before the desk, the disciplinarian reached around, undid her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. She heard the womans voice grunt "Um hmm." Patti felt the womans fingers into the waistband of her panties and carefully roll them down inside out to reveal the thick brown streak. Patti could feel all of the air leave her body. She felt her cheeks spread and could feel the womans eyes burning into her most private area. "Britney come over here." She barked to the naughty secretary. "This young lady has a very dirty bottom. Have you ever seen such a thing before?" "Yes ma'am." she heard the small shaking voice of the secretary reply. "Before that bottom can be paddled it must be cleaned." Patti felt the secretary's delicate slender fingers spread her burning bottom. She gasped as she felt something wet touch her anus. Patti felt the girls tongue circle her anus, licking and even inserting her tongue in her dirty tight chocolate hole. Patti grabbed the edge of the desk trying with everything to hold back an explosive orgasm. A slender finger entered deep into her wet, dirty hole. Just before Patti was about to shudder in convulsive orgasm the girls' finger slipped out and her tongue finished its job. Britney took her position beside the desk and the disciplinarian stood behind Patti with the paddle. A loud pop and burning sting seared into her plump, red bottom. Every second or so that paddle bit into her behind burning all the more with each swat. 10 swats and 30 to go. Her body was twisting like crazy, but she knew she must hold her position. The pretty, young secretary patted her hair and held her wrists in place. Somehow Patti was able to make it through all 40 swats. Her bottom was absolutely on fire, her face awash with tears and she stumbled to her feet barely able to stand. Very gently she slipped her panties and jeans over her swollen, purplish behind. She was allowed to freshen up and get back to work. As she rubbed her bottom and slowly walked toward the door she heard the disciplinarian bark "Britney, get the hairbrush. We have some unfinished business to take care of!" Back at her desk, Patti very carefully lowered her bottom on her chair trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle that was her late morning. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |