“Er, I have to go out again.”
“Do you?” he asked icily. “Somehow I never envisaged printing off one document could take so long, involve several car journeys, and fail to provide me with what I asked for.”
Casey stomped around the shop, trying to find the most perfect report cover. Not pink or bright purple, but something masculine like blue or grey. They had to be bought in packs of at least ten. Driving back in her Mini, she fumed at everything around her and swerved to miss a cat, almost hitting another car. She was convinced the world was against her that day. What had she done to deserve so much hassle and strife?
The visitor had already arrived. It was past two o’clock, and she still had to punch holes in the document, fasten the sheets together, and put on the grey cover. It seemed to take far too long, as if a slow motion button had been pressed on a video screen. She sweated, though it was not hot. Her fingers moved like stiffened plastic, and she signed in relief at the finished document. She had to admit, it did look smart and professional.
Tapping on his study door, she was summoned in. The two men were sitting by the meeting table—an oak antique masterpiece from some bygone era. The other man was older than Rob and was dressed smartly with a burgundy pullover and tie. His thin greying hair topped a rather handsome, striking face. Casey held out the report with a shaking hand. The two men had not taken their eyes off her as she progressed across the floor.
“Thank you, Casey,” said Rob, taking the report.
Casey started to turn to leave them. Then she remembered what she should say. “I’m very sorry it is late, sir. Things were a little trickier that I thought.”
“They were, weren’t they, Casey,” said Rob. “I’m sorry to say that all of it could have been avoided.”
Casey blinked as Rob in the presence of his esteemed guest picked apart her failings. “A report was requested, not a printout. I asked for it clearly, and you had plenty of time, Casey. Preparation is key to all good, well-presented work. Check your equipment regularly. Ensure your supplies are replaced before they run out, and keep a list ready for when you go shopping. One trip should have been sufficient if you had checked everything in advance. From now on I want you to maintain all my supplies with one weekly shop. If I find out you have been more than once, I will spank you.”
Casey wanted the floor to devour her entirely. She went crimson, and her eyes widened to vast proportions. She could not look at the distinguished visitor, who had listened mutely to Rob’s admonishment.
“Well, Casey?” asked Rob.
“Yes, sir,” she said in a mouse-like voice. “I will try… I will do as you ask.” She turned to leave.
“No, Casey,” said Rob softly. “I haven’t finished. You were late doing this, and I want you to remember what I have asked you to do. I think the best way to help you not forget is if I spank you. Here and now.”
“Sir, surely…” She eyed Rob in disbelief and jerked her head at the grey haired man.
“Are you questioning me, Casey?” asked Rob sternly.
Casey straightened up. “No, sir, just…” she halted.
Rob altered his position in the chair and taking the report, he rolled it up into a cylinder. He tapped his lap and gave Casey a look.
Casey knew that look well. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and lowered herself over his lap. Whatever their guest thought of the proceedings was unknown, because the man did not move, blink, or make a sound. Neither did he gasp nor comment when Rob lifted up her short skirt to reveal her naked bottom.
As spankings went, it was one of his meaner ones. Casey’s legs jerked and kicked, so Rob wrapped one of his legs over her own and pinned an arm behind her back. Not only was it painful, but it was mortifying. To be spanked and humiliated in the presence of a stranger was challenging her obedience. If Rob secretly expected her to enjoy the experience, Rob was wrong. It was not the same as her night time encounter with strangers. The daytime was different. They were different people, or so she believed.
“Repeat what you have learnt, Casey,” he said, slapping her tense cheeks with the stiff report.
“Preparation,” blurted out Casey with a yelp as he smacked one buttock particularly hard.
“Go on,” said Rob.
“Check my supplies every day!” she screeched as he landed an especially mean whack.
“Keep a list of what is needed,” she howled, with tears forming in her eyes. “Check my equipment regularly. Replenish weekly!”
The report rained down with swift flicks of Rob’s wrist, turning her wriggling behind into a patchwork of various shades of pink and red. The cover she had purchased was robust and well suited to the task. By the end, the report would be remarkably intact—if a little curved in shape.
“Well done, Casey, you’re doing good,” said Rob, rubbing the heat about her inflamed cheeks.
“Main
tenance is important, sir!” she rasped as he continued spanking, unabated by his compliment.
“It is, Casey,” said Rob carefully. “Very important, and I take it seriously. So should you.”
“I will, sir, I promise. I will keep you well supplied with everything you need. Nothing will run out again,” she sobbed, wishing he would stop. Out of the corner of her eye, the visitor watched the act of discipline with folded arms and a nearly impassive face. The man did not spring to her rescue, criticise Rob, or even wince in sympathy. His eyes barely blinked as she jumped with the impact of each blow. When Casey began to whimper loudly, she was convinced the man’s eyes were smiling at her.