by Louis Woodley
Michael Brandon knew that hiring Carol Davidson as his executive assistant had been one of the wisest personnel decisions he'd ever made, even though part of the reason he relied on her would never be shared with anyone else in the company. By his own admission he was demanding and difficult to work with, expecting perfection and raising the roof at perceived failures. He used to run through assistants like clockwork until Carol had been hired.
He had been blunt in the interview, saying that not only would she have to work hard, she would also see and hear things that could be shared with no one; breaking that confidentiality would be grounds for immediate termination. But he also said that her maturity would be an asset in the position; the last couple of her predecessors had proved to be too young and immature to handle the job.
Carol had raised four children on her own after her husband had died without throttling them in their sleep so she felt up to the challenge. The money was much nicer than her current salary and she wasn't that far from retirement, so even if Mr. Brandon was a total beast she would ride things out as long as she could to pad her retirement and then say goodbye. If necessary she'd do something part-time to supplement her retirement income. So, she accepted the position and set up shop just outside his ivory tower of an office.
He'd been honest. He was demanding, and frankly a bit overly dramatic at times. On occasion she'd imagined him as a toddler needing a sore bottom and a nap. But she'd survived having four teenagers and all the puberty-related drama that had ensued for years, so she could tolerate a boss having the same sort of adolescent histrionics she thought she'd put behind her. But that was when she discovered that there was another person in her boss' life providing the same drama that he was ill-equipped to handle. That was when she first proved her worth to him.
Carol knew that Michael was divorced and had primary custody of a 14-year-old daughter named April. However, she'd never met the girl, and given the long work hours her father kept, she assumed April must spend much of her time alone. Instead, she learned that since the girl had been abandoned to her own devices she'd gravitated towards a group of friends at her private school that tended to be troublemakers. Her father would grumble about some new instance where his daughter had gotten into trouble. She felt that a long and painful trip across his lap would go a long way towards correcting that behavior but he hadn't asked her for a recommendation.
Her kids would have danced around the room with their butts on fire after an application of her hairbrush if they'd pulled some of the stunts that his daughter was guilty of. But at the same time, he was partially accountable for focusing primarily on his company and not giving her more attention.
Then things all came to a head one day. She had patched through a call to him from April's school. A few minutes later he came rushing out of his office, saying that he had a personal errand to attend to. When he returned he wasn't alone; he had a sheepish looking teenage girl with him, and he ordered Carol to follow them inside and then close the door behind her.
"Ms. Davidson, this is my daughter April. The reason I had to leave in such a hurry was because my darling daughter has been up to quite a bit that I wasn't aware of. Apparently, she's earned a couple of detentions that I was unaware of, which was interesting to hear since I supposedly signed off on the notices. But today she let another girl copy off her exam and they got caught, so she got suspended from school as a result. Then when the Headmistress was looking over her file she noticed that my signatures on her detentions didn't match what was on the rest of her paperwork. So, it was quite an interesting little discussion we had, and frankly I'm at my wits end with her.
"So, she's suspended for the next couple of days from school and I certainly can't trust her to stay at home alone all day. That's practically rewarding her bad behavior, so I guess she's going to have to come here and hang around the office. But there's another problem because I've got that business dinner to go to tonight with the new clients so I wasn't planning to be home until late and I can't just drag April along. I just don't know what to do."
"Do you want my honest opinion, Mr. Brandon, even if you might not like it?"
"Yes, I do."
And that's when Carol took charge. "Honestly, Mr. Brandon, you've allowed your daughter to get away with far too much," she began. "She's a child, not a grownup, and needs to be reminded of such. Think about it. She forged your signature several times for getting in trouble and now she's got caught cheating. If she was an employee you'd fire her for this. But what she needs is a good fire in her backside. If any of my kids ever dared to forge my signature or get caught cheating, they'd find their bottoms bare across my lap and I'd blister their butts with my hairbrush until they were doing the 'I just got spanked' war dance around the room. Frankly, Mr. Brandon, April is years overdue for a good fanny roasting."
It's hard to say whether the father or daughter's jaw dropped the furthest.
"NO WAY!" April squawked, but after a moment's pause Michael asked if she was serious.
"As a heart attack," said Carol, decisively. "I raised four kids on my own and they all knew that if they showed their asses, pardon my language, they'd be baring their asses for a good, hard, long, and very painful spanking. But I guarantee that they'd only make that mistake once. And I might be a bit out of practice but I'm pretty sure that muscle memory is still there."
Her boss caught on first. "You mean you'd be willing to demonstrate."
That led April to plead that it wasn't fair and that she was sorry but by now her father was intrigued.
"Absolutely," said Carol. "She needs a serious attitude adjustment. I don't have any plans for after work so I can drive her home and supervise her until you get home tonight. Then we can take care of matters."
"What about a little sneak peak first?" asked Michael. Now it was Carol and April taken aback.
"Sir?"
"Daddy?"
"No, I'm serious. You don't buy the merchandise without sampling it first and my office is soundproof. If you've got a brush in your purse you can use you can go get it while I keep April company." At this, the girl panicked and tried to bolt from the office but Carol cut her off until her father got a firm grip on her upper arm.
"No, Daddy, I'm sorry, please don't, no..."
"I'll be right back sir."
"Nooooo!"
Carol shut the door behind her even though this was the only office on the top floor (the benefits of being the CEO). It was a shame that what she had in her purse was only a pale imitation of her brush at home that had reddened many a rear in its day. But she'd made the offer and Amy was obviously in dire need of an intervention so she'd make do with what was available. The main thing at the moment was getting her boss to understand that he needed to institute a whole new way of life with his daughter; she might be taking the first steps today but it was going to be up to him to make and enforce the rules at home.
She got into the role she'd played so many times of the irate mother making her way into a disobedient child's room. Since April apparently had little experience in listening to grownups it was important for her to learn immediately who was really in charge, even if it meant some browbeating of Mr. Brandon.
April was still fully dressed in her school uniform, pleading with her father for absolution, although to his credit Mr. Brandon's arms were crossed and he wasn't looking very sympathetic. Finding out that his kid has been forging his signature on school correspondence wasn't winning her any Brownie points. Good, that was a start, but the bratty teen's will needed to be broken quickly to show her father the benefits of corporal punishment.
"Young lady, I distinctly said that your spanking was going to be delivered on a bare bottom and you've had plenty of time to take care of matters, and yet there you stand refusing to follow instructions," snapped Carol. "You evidently need to learn the hard way that disobedience always makes your bottom redder. Now, get your underwear around your ankles and shuffle your way over here. You have 15 seconds to get that bottom of yours naked and over my lap and every second you delay after that means an extra spank now and then another extra one at your house tonight, so I suggest you start cooperating. One, two..."
April looked back and forth between the two adults, pleading that she couldn't possibly undress in front of a total stranger, let alone submit herself across her lap to be spanked with a hairbrush. She was a teenager now and she insisted that her father respect her modesty, so how could she possibly be expected to expose herself to him, let alone Ms. Davison? And spankings were for children, not girls her age.
But the stranger in question merely kept counting in her head as she noted that April was acting pretty childish at the moment rather than accepting her fate for the choices she'd voluntarily made. Respect was earned and right now she wasn't acting very impressively. Besides, she'd raised both sons and daughters and had spanked friends of theirs of both sexes over the years as well, so there was nothing that April was hiding under her skirt that she hadn't seen before. And, by the way, her 15 second count had lapsed and from this moment on she was doing nothing but piling on extra spanks because her father had already spoken, and every moment her backside remained covered up was another instance of her disobeying his instructions. The count was now at 20 and climbing...
That led to a final whine to her father, who merely shook his head to indicate there was not going to be a stay of execution from the Governor.
April whined, "Alright, alright, I'll do it." And with a final deep breath she reached up under her skirt and yanked her underwear down to her ankles. But the flimsy status of said underwear caught Ms. Davidson's attention.
"Young lady, is that a thong you are wearing? I sincerely doubt that is regulation clothing for your school dress code. Is that why you were so hesitant to undress yourself, because you knew this was another example of you flaunting your school rules?"
It would have never occurred to her father that April would be bucking the rules by wearing inappropriate underwear to school. He looked dumbfounded at the thought but judging by the blush on his daughter's face she realized that she'd been busted. Good Lord, what else had April been up to that he'd been totally oblivious to? It was good to have an experienced mother like Carol involved, because she looked offended on his behalf and judging by her take-charge manner the teen was going to be ruing being a rule breaker.
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