by P. Greenham
My name is Amanda, and this is the story of how some years ago I became embroiled in the world of spanking.
It started when I achieved an ambition that I had, at the time, been thinking about for two years. I was in my mid-twenties and worked for a small company in central London as a secretary. My boss was in his early forties and quite good looking. When he was away on a business trip I was tidying his office and found several copies of a spanking magazine. I could not believe my find and as I looked through the pages, I became more and more amazed that such a publication existed.
As I knew my boss would not be back for a couple of days, I took one of the copies home. The copy seemed quite old but as I read it, I was getting more and more turned on by the stories, letters and pictures. I remember one story in particular, in which a schoolgirl was given a formal caning by her headmaster and three other masters in the presence of the whole male teaching staff. I believe she got four from the head, four from the deputy and three each from the two other masters - all delivered to her bare bottom. Naturally, I carefully replaced the copy where I had found it and my boss duly returned. I could not help looking at him in a different light. I started to fantasise about getting a caning across my bottom, but none of my boyfriends seemed even slightly interested.
I even started to fantasise about getting a caning from my boss but it just seemed too far-fetched. The closest we ever came was on a couple of occasions when I had been a little cheeky or made a stupid mistake, he had retorted that I needed a smacked bottom, but that was in jest.
Then sometime later I made a massive cock-up. I sent a letter about a new deal to the wrong place which put the whole thing in jeopardy. The letter had mentioned concerns my boss had with a particular company, and instead of sending it to the solicitor I sent it to the actual company in question. Naturally my boss was furious and talked about having to let me go. I was in a real state of panic - there were very few jobs around at that time that would pay so well. He told me that he was too angry to talk to me and told me to see him in the morning. That night I didn't get a wink of sleep and was shaking when I saw him in the morning. He had, however, calmed down but was still talking about letting me go, saying that somehow, I had to pay for my mistake.
Suddenly, I had a brainwave and decided to use what I knew about his fondness of spanking. I told him that it was a shame that there were no alternatives because when I had been younger, I had been spanked at home when I had done something wrong and it always cleared the air. He looked at me oddly and asked me what I was alluding to. I replied that if there were any other form of punishment that would avoid me getting the sack, I would take it.
He asked me directly whether I was suggesting a spanking instead of the sack. I replied that if that would save my job I was interested. He paused while he thought about my outrageous suggestion. Whilst I had fantasies about being spanked by him, I had not in a million years ever considered it a potential reality. My serious mistake, in an incredible way, delivered the opportunity. At the same time, I could not believe that I had actually suggested it. After a while he spoke again and said that it would be highly unusual to take up my suggestion but that he would consider it. He also said that my mistake was deserving of the sack and that any other punishment would have to be severe.
It was at this point that I felt for the first time he was warming to the idea. He asked me to return in thirty minutes to give him a chance to think the matter through. During the next half an hour I started to think about what I had done. A fantasy is one thing but what would the reality be like? I remembered the pictures in the copy of the spanking magazine that I had borrowed, with the girls bending over with their knickers either off or lowered, with some of the girls showing stripes across their bottoms from a caning. If he accepted my suggestion, how would he want to spank me and with what?
A little later I was back in his office. He told me that it would be a shame to lose me but I had to learn that mistakes of this magnitude had to be dealt with. He told me that there was no point in giving me a tame spanking if he was to wake my ideas up. He went on to say that if I was willing to take a thrashing, he was prepared to deal with the matter in the highly unusual manner suggested but that first I had to put my request in writing.
I asked exactly what he had in mind when he talked about a thrashing. He replied that he had not finally decided but that when he had been at school the cane was used and he felt that it would be a fitting punishment for me. Despite this being my fantasy, it sounded genuinely terrifying. He said that on receipt of my written request he would confirm exactly the nature of my punishment. He added that when he had been at school, anyone deserving of serious punishment had to see the Head for six of the best with trousers lowered, but his initial thoughts were that it would not be proper or decent for him to insist on me removing any clothing. Therefore, he would probably give me a choice. I could take eighteen strokes across the seat of my trousers. This would be reduced to twelve strokes if I were prepared to take my punishment across the seat of my pants. Lastly, it would be reduced to six strokes if I would take the cane across my bare bottom. I left the office for the second time in under an hour to consider my predicament and write my letter.
Eighteen strokes sounded just too much - I was wearing a pair of skin-tight, thin, grey trousers which I did not think would give me much protection. By removing my trousers, I would get six less and retain a little modesty, but as I was wearing a thong it would be the same as getting it on the bare. It left the only real option of taking six across my bare bottom which was, after all, my fantasy - but how would I cope with the humiliation of stripping in front of my boss? Without my trousers and knickers, I would be left in just my crop top and bra. I was also aware that he had loaded the options toward getting me to strip.
In the meantime, I had a letter to write. I made it short, apologised for the terrible error and said that I was prepared to take whatever punishment he felt was appropriate if I could keep my job. For the third time in an hour, I was back in his office, this time with my letter which he read and nodded. He then asked whether I really wanted to go through with the punishment discussed as an alternative to dismissal and that I should be under no illusions about the reality of being caned. He added that I should be aware of the risk that he was taking. I told him that I had caused the problem and was happy to take the consequences.
In reality my mind was all over the place. I was frightened of losing my job. I was terrified of taking the cane (my earlier comment about being spanked in younger years had been a lie). And I was mortified about having to take my trousers off in front of him. At the same time there was a bit of me that was excited about the prospect. He told me that he would punish me in one of the ways he had earlier suggested and that it was entirely my choice. He also said that my caning would have to wait until all the other staff had gone home. He also added that he would have to go out and purchase a suitable cane.
He asked me if I had thought about the options. I reviewed the options in my mind again. Eighteen strokes across the seat of my trousers were too many. There was no point in the middle option - I would show him practically everything and my knickers would give me no protection. Since reading the magazine that I had found, I had fantasised about being spanked on the bare - and it also seemed to be the only feasible option. Again, I was dreading the reality of taking my trousers and pants down in front of my boss and getting the cane across my bare bottom. My head told me not to take eighteen strokes but my heart told me to go for the ultimate fantasy. It all pointed in one direction. I told him that I didn't think I could take more than six so I would go with the third option.
I remember all this as if it was yesterday as he asked whether I understood that if that were the case I would have to partially undress - to which I nodded. He told me to come back to his office when everyone had gone. He also went out, I presumed to buy a cane (I now know that he went to a shop in Soho, which is only a five-minute walk). For the next few hours, I could not concentrate on anything. My mind was in complete turmoil. What on earth would the caning be like? I concentrated more on the undressing bit and less so on the pain, which despite his warning I thought wouldn't be too bad.
But at around seven that night, I found out that I was wrong. I had never experienced such pain. After the last person had left the building, I plucked up courage and went to his office. I immediately noticed that there was a straight cane with a green handle on his desk.
First, he made me write on the bottom of the letter I had given him earlier, the exact nature of my caning, and sign it. He then stood up and said that we had better get on with it, reminding me that as I had opted for only six strokes, I had to partially undress and therefore I needed to take my trousers down. First, I kicked my shoes off before I unzipped my trousers and pushed them down. I was ultra-conscious of him watching me and I was told to take them right off. I thought about a small plea to keep my knickers as they would give me no protection but he immediately told me to take them off. The embarrassment was terrible, and as I pushed them down from my waist and stepped out of them, he told me to face him. I was now only wearing a bra and my crop top, which barely covered my waist, and I sensed him looking at my pubic hair. He then talked about the importance of the deal that I had possibly screwed up and that far too often I had made silly mistakes.
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