by LSF Publications
by Brigitta Coral
Pierre yawned as he exited the elevator on the way to his suite. His meeting had come to a successful early close and he looked forward to relaxing in the luxury hotel room he had reserved.
He slipped past a room attendant cart and double-checked the room number. Loosening his tie, he slipped the key card into the door. He opened it to a blast of sound - the blaring of a television set from the bedroom part of his suite.
Frowning, he crossed the room and looked into the bedroom area. Stretched out on his unmade king-size bed with a remote in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other was an attractive young woman in the hotel's room attendant uniform. Her long, black hair fell loose out of the discarded net as her dark eyes were glued to the television on which three naked adults were eagerly engaging in an orgy of hungry sex.
Pierre swiftly crossed over to the television and turned it off.
"What the hell are you doing? And who are you?"
The woman jumped up, startled, spilling her beer on the bed. "Oh! Mr. Tonnere! I wasn't expecting you back so soon."
"Obviously!" Pierre responded, his voice tinged with anger. "You're my room attendant, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," she replied. "I'm so sorry. Let me finish your room and I'll get out of your way."
"Oh no, you won't," he said. "What is your name? I'm calling the housekeeping office and telling them exactly how I found you."
"My name is Juanita, but please, please don't call my boss. I'll be fired and I really need this job."
"It certainly didn't look like you valued this job very much, Juanita, and I can't control what consequences you've earned."
"Please, sir, I'll make your room perfect. Just please don't report me," she begged, moving closer to him.
"I expect my room to be perfect with the rates I pay and I see no reason why you should be let off Scott free for your misdeeds," Pierre responded firmly, gesturing toward the television set.
"Then, please, sir, can't you punish me instead?" asked Juanita. "Or, perhaps you might let me do other favors for you? Something above and beyond the usual service you would expect from me?"
Pierre looked hard at the young woman before him and her pleading face. Given what she had been watching, he had little doubt about what kind of service she was offering. It was tempting. She was an attractive woman and it had been a long time since he'd had any sort of intimate contact. After his wife died three years prior, he simply had no energy or desire to date again. But engaging in sex acts didn't seem like something that would discourage her from doing this again - or make up for the state of his room.
He paused, thinking carefully and then responded firmly, "Yes, I could punish you, but by the time I was done with you, you may have preferred that I report you."
Juanita paused, shifting nervously from one foot to another. She looked away and then back at him before taking a deep breath and saying, "No, please, sir, I need this job. Please won't you punish me instead?"
Pierre nodded. "All right then. Remove your pants and underwear and go stand in the corner until I call for you."
Juanita's eyes grew wide, but she did as she was told. Pierre watched her, admiring her firm, round bottom which she was subconsciously clenching and unclenching. It was obvious she guessed what he intended to do. He took off his suit coat, hanging it in the closet. He unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and rolled them up. He then poured himself a shot of whiskey and sat in the desk chair watching the room attendant squirm in the corner.
About a half hour passed by as Pierre slowly enjoyed his drink, letting the stress of the day wash away. He was no longer angry at the young woman in the corner, but he was determined to teach her a lesson. As tempting as it was to leave her standing in the corner longer, he presumed that she would eventually be missed and that she had other rooms to complete.
Pulling the chair to the center of the room and sitting in it, he said, "All right, Juanita. Come here."
Juanita turned and walked nervously over to him.
"I'm going to punish you - just as you asked - for watching porn in my room, drinking, and failure to clean the room as your duty demanded. And also for spilling beer on my bed."
"Yes, sir," said Juanita quietly. "How are you going to punish me?"
"I'm going to take you over my lap and give you a good, hard spanking. Then you are going to clean the room while I finish some business. If it's not clean by the time I'm done, you'll get one stroke with my belt for each additional minute it takes you."
Juanita looked at the door and then back at Pierre. "And if I refuse, you'll report me?"
"That's correct."
"I haven't been spanked since I was a child," she said.
"Then it sounds as though you are overdue. I shall endeavor to make it memorable so you don't need another lesson like this in the near future. Now - get over my lap."
Juanita hesitated again but then moved to his side and awkwardly placed herself over his lap. He shifted her a bit, raising her hips so her plump behind stuck up in the air and her feet dangled off the ground. He rubbed her upturned cheeks, admiring how soft they were and the murkiness of her skin.
"Juanita," he said firmly, "the next time you are tempted to goof off on the job, I want you to remember this."
He then lifted his hand and gave her two sharp spanks, one on each cheek. She jumped, an "ow" escaping her lips. He then began spanking at a moderate pace, covering her bottom. He held her close to him as she began to squirm, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulling her up against him, not pausing as he continued to spank her soundly.
When he began to spank harder, her hand flew back to cover her bottom, and she begged him to stop. "Please, sir, it hurts so much. I've learned my lesson. I won't ever do anything like this again. Please stop!"
He grabbed her hand and pinned it to her back, holding her in place. "No, young lady, your spanking is not done until I say it is done, and you have a way to go yet."
He resumed spanking her, hard smacks echoing in the room as her bottom bounced and slowly turned an ever deeper shade of red. She squirmed and emitted sharp cries which she just as obviously tried to suppress. He kept up a steady pace for several minutes, gradually building in speed and severity.
"Please, sir, it stings... please not so hard," she begged.
"It wouldn't be much of a spanking if it didn't hurt," Pierre said sternly, pausing for only a moment to rub her fleshy, round bottom. "Consider this not just a punishment for what you've done, but a lesson to prevent your misbehavior in the future."
He began focusing his attention on one spot at a time, spanking hard and fast repeatedly at the same target before picking another spot and repeating the process. Soon she began to cry the tears he was looking for, sobbing out her apologies and promising she would never repeat her misdeeds. Satisfied that he'd gotten through to her, he began to alternate extra hard smacks on each cheek, counting silently to ten before he stopped and rested his hand on her hot, red bottom.
He waited as she cried, slowly gaining control of herself. He rubbed her bottom gently and then helped her to her feet.
"All right, Juanita, your spanking is over." He slid his belt out from his pants and held it up before her tear-stained face. "I suggest you start working hard and fast so you don't have to feel this on your already sore bottom."
Juanita reached back and rubbed her behind, dancing up and down. She swallowed hard looking at the belt and nodded, "Yes, sir, I'll get right to work - and thank you for not reporting me. But, please, sir, may I have time to call my supervisor and tell her I need extra time to work on this room?"
"Yes, of course, do what you need to do," he said. He watched as she called and made an excuse about the room needing extra attention. As she hung up and began cleaning, he picked up the remote and turned the television back on. Once again, the orgy played out across the screen.
"You charged this to my room, didn't you, Juanita?" he said turning to her.
Juanita blushed and hung her head, "Yes, sir, I did. It... it is a pay-per-view video."
"We will discuss that when you are done cleaning," he said. "Meanwhile, I might as well get my money's worth out of it."
Pierre returned the chair to the desk and fired up his laptop. He took note of the time, deciding to give Juanita 20 minutes to finish the room. He settled in to an armchair in the bedroom where he could see the television and steal occasional glances at her sexy, cherry red bottom as she quickly cleaned the room and changed the bed sheets. To himself, he admitted how much he had enjoyed spanking her. It aroused in him feelings he hadn't felt for some time.
His wife, Felicia, had often asked him to spank her. She said it relieved her stress, helped her stay focused, and eliminated the guilt she often felt for falling short of her always high goals. They also both acknowledged that the sex they had after a spanking was wild and passionate.
He still remembered the last time he had spanked her. It was before she'd been diagnosed with the ovarian cancer that had killed her. She'd come home from a week-long business trip that had been jam-packed with meetings lasting more than 12 hours each day. Her development team had landed a multi-million dollar contract that would have ensured her promotion to vice president by year's end had her illness not interfered. She'd sent Pierre a text saying she was exhausted and spent.
He'd picked her up at the airport and she slept in the car during the hour-long drive home. He'd taken her luggage in and then carried her up to the room, surprised at how much lighter she had become. She drowsily kissed him and thanked him before falling asleep for nearly sixteen hours. When she woke up, she came downstairs to where he was eating breakfast and handed him a bag.
"Your present from my trip," she said with a bit of an impish grin.
He opened it up and looked confused. It was a beautiful maple hairbrush, with thick, brown bristles and a smooth, oval back. "Felicia, I have no hair. What is this for?"
She laughed and sat on his lap, "If you can't use it on your hair, then you'll have to find another way to use it, won't you? Can't you guess?"
He grinned as she wiggled on his lap, recognizing her playful invitation. It didn't take him long to figure out exactly how to use it to both of their mutual pleasure. He could still picture how red her bottom got that day... an image that was soon overshadowed by visions of her short, hard struggle in the hospital.
He shook his head and turned his attention back to Juanita.
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