It was Tuesday morning and Ann MacDonald was at work early. She had just enjoyed a fantastic weekend with Peter Brown. At nine o’clock, she summoned him to the training room. Peter arrived shortly after and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Ann shouted.
Peter entered and said good morning.
“Good morning, Peter. I hope you enjoyed the weekend. It was very exciting. As agreed, I have completed your report, and it is excellent,” Ann said.
“Thank you. I enjoyed the weekend and wondered if we could meet again next weekend,” he replied.
“That is a possibility, but I need to come back to you. Please take your report to your manager,” Ann said.
Peter left the office, allowing Ann to carry on with her work.
About an hour later, Ann was called to the Managing Director’s office. She reported to the secretary and was told to go straight in.
“Good morning, Ann. Please take a seat,” Mrs Bright said.
Mrs Bright, who was in her forties, became the Managing Director about a year earlier. She dressed immaculately in a black skirt, white blouse, grey jumper, black stockings and black high heels. She was tall, slim and had straight black hair.
“Good morning, Ma’am,” Ann replied.
Mrs Bright always liked to be called ma’am as she thought it showed respect.
“Ann, I have received Peter Brown’s report, which states he was excellent on the course. However, I have had three complaints from ladies on the course about his behaviour. They stated that he was cheeky to you and to them. He also wolf-whistled at you when you bent down. This does not seem to fit with the report. Furthermore, they allege that you did nothing to stop him. Would you like to comment,” Mrs Bright stated.
“He was cheeky, but I have dealt with it now. He will not repeat his behaviour. As far as his work is concerned, it was excellent, hence the report,” Ann explained.
“You say that you have dealt with it, but how?” Mrs Bright asked.
“I have discussed his behaviour with him and I advised him that he will be removed from any future courses if he continues,” replied Ann.
“Has your relationship with him affected your action?” Mrs Bright queried.
“I do not understand,” Ann said.
“After work on Saturday, I observed him meeting you outside the staff entrance. I walked behind you to the car park and saw him get into your car with a large bag. You then drove off, so I followed you to your house where you both went in. I got the impression he was going to stay overnight,” Mrs Bright clarified.
“Oh,” Ann muttered.
“Are you going to tell me the truth now?” Mrs Bright said forcefully.
“I offered him a deal where I punished him and he received an excellent report. We went to my house so I could punish him,” Ann explained.
“And what was the punishment?” Mrs Bright probed.
“I gave him eighteen whacks with a leather strap,” Ann replied.
“In my day, that was called a good thrashing,” Mrs Bright said with a broad grin.
“It certainly was,” Ann said with a laugh.
“And how long did he stay?” Mrs Bright asked.
Ann squirmed as she replied, “Until Monday afternoon.”
“So you had a dirty weekend, basically,” Mrs Bright said.
“Yes, that is correct,” Ann responded.
“So, the question is, how do we proceed from here? I can not really discipline Peter, as you have already done that. What do I do about the ladies’s complaints?” Mrs Bright stated.
“Can you advise the ladies that Peter has been punished?” Ann asked hopefully.
“I will add a note about his cheekiness on his file and you will lower his report to average. But that still leaves the matter of you,” Mrs Bright said.
“I am truly sorry. I won’t do it again,” Ann pleaded.
“You certainly won’t! As you are aware, your contract was amended when I started, and I added a clause that allows me to use corporal punishment on any manager or trainee manager who fails to perform their duties fully. You will report to me at three o’clock this afternoon when I will administer my punishment. Peter will be a witness to this punishment, as will the three ladies concerned. In addition, the ladies will cane Peter for his behaviour to them. Is that understood?” Mrs Bright stated.
“But Peter has already received punishment,” Ann replied.
“By you, but not by the company. I will persuade him that it is in his interests to agree,” Mrs Bright countered.
Ann spent the rest of the thinking about her impending punishment. What was the punishment? Was she expected to strip? She felt sick in her stomach as she thought about it.
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At three o’clock she reported to Mrs Bright like a naughty schoolgirl reporting to the Headmistress. Peter was already there, along with the three ladies.
“Follow me,” Mrs Bright ordered as she marched along the corridor to a private room. She unlocked the door and ushered them all in.
Ann looked around and saw a punishment bench in the middle of the room. There were four chairs on one side and a selection of punishment instruments on some hooks.
“Ladies, take a seat. Peter, you sit there. Ann, you will strip off please,” Mrs Bright commanded.
Ann removed her bright green skirt, white blouse, bra, panties and tights. She felt very vulnerable now. She glanced at Peter and saw he had a bulge in the front of his trousers.
Mrs. Bright commanded Peter to stand up and drop his trousers and pants, revealing that he had already received a punishment.
Reluctantly, Peter dropped his trousers and pants to reveal his very bruised bum. The three ladies giggled as his erect cock came into view.
“Very well, Peter. Pull up your trousers and pants. The three ladies can administer one stroke of the cane, on your non writing hand,” Mrs Bright said.
Peter gasped as he had not realised that he was to be caned on his hand.
“Hold your hand out, boy,” she commanded.
Peter held his left hand out and watched as Mrs Bright selected a short swishy cane.
“This is how to do it, ladies,” Mrs Bright said as she stood alongside him and cracked the cane on his palm.
“Oooowwwww!” he yelped as his palm burnt.
The ladies lined up, and Mrs Bright passed the cane to the first one.
Angela lined up the cane on his palm and brought it down with a swish onto his outstretched palm.
“Arrggghhh!” he cried out again.
Sue received the cane and repeated the dose, but rather softly.
Peter shook his hand to ease the pain.
Finally, the cane was passed to Wendy, who cracked the cane down with a loud hiss, very hard across his palm.
“Fucking hell!” he screeched as she had hit the hardest. He shook his hand vigorously.
“Thank you. Just one thing more, Peter,” Mrs Bright said forcefully.
“Thank you, ladies. I am sorry for my behaviour during the course,” Peter stammered.
All four of them sat down, with Sue sitting next to Peter. She felt sorry for him and cheekily touched his thigh.
“Now, the main event. Bend over the bench, Ann,” Mrs Bright commanded.
Ann slowly bent over the bench and grabbed the rails, causing her boobs to get squashed.
Mrs Bright selected a long, thick cane and stood alongside Ann.
She placed the cane on Ann’s buttocks and slid it back and forth. Sue tensed as the cane moved off her bum. The cane swished down hard on her bum, dead centre. Shortly after, a line of fire crossed her buttocks.
Ann groaned loudly.
Mrs Bright lined the second stroke up just below the first and it hissed down like a pistol shot.
Ann yelped this time and fidgeted on the bench.
Mrs Bright continued, and the third stroke whistled onto its target just below the first two strokes but much harder.
Ann screamed loudly, frightening the ladies. Peter grinned as he watched, his erection pushing his trousers out.
Mrs Bright paused before delivering the fourth stroke, perfectly parallel to the other three.
Ann was shouting by now and tears rolled down her face onto the floor.
After a brief pause, stroke number five cracked down with a loud crack just below the others.
Ann was inconsolable now, and tears flooded from her red eyes.
Mrs Bright waited until she calmed down before the last stroke swished onto the area between her thighs and buttocks. It was the hardest stroke by far.
Ann screamed loudly and was relieved when Mrs Bright walked away.
Mrs Bright left Ann for a short while. Ann gingerly eased her hands onto the six raised red welts. Despite the pain, she felt a warm glow in her groin as she stroked them. She slowly got up and then rubbed her bum while dancing around. Peter grinned as her curvaceous tits bounced about.
Eventually, Ann calmed down.
“Get dressed, Ann,” Mrs Bright said.
Ann tried to put her panties on, but the pain was too much. She decided to put on her bra and blouse first. Finally, she slipped her skirt on and her shoes. She bundled her panties and tights into her bag.
“Ladies and Peter. That is what happens if you do not follow rules. As managers, we should set an example. Please take note and learn,” Mrs Bright said.
As they left, Mrs Bright sent Ann and Peter to the training room until the close of business. She ordered them to write an apology to the three ladies.
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Ann and Peter sat in the training room writing the apologies and finished well before closing time.
“I’m really horny, fancy a quickie?” Ann asked with a smile.
“What, in here?” Peter replied.
“Why not? We have got another hour until the store closes and Frosty Tits wants our letters of apology,” Ann said as she stroked his groin.
Peter felt his cock stir and looked towards Ann.
“But what if someone comes in?” he queried.
“I can lock the door and we can go into the cupboard so no one can hear,” Ann responded.
“Come on then,” Peter said as Ann locked the door.
Ann removed her skirt while Peter removed his trousers and pants. She pushed him onto his back on the floor and straddled him. Ann expertly slipped his stiff cock into her moist slit and started pounding up and down. She pushed Peter back and thrust his willy deep inside of her. Faster and faster, she pounded and Peter pushed against her. She moaned loudly as she approached an orgasm before screaming in delight as he spurted deep into her.
Ann eased herself off Peter and slowly stood up. Peter lay back in disbelief as she calmly wiped herself before getting dressed.
“Come on, time to see Mrs Bright with our letters,” she stated.
Peter jumped up and dressed.
They walked together to the office and handed in their letters just before the store closed.
“Frosty Tits told me not to see you outside of work again, so we will have to be careful. Are you free on Monday?” Ann said as they left the store.
“Definitely,” he replied.
“I’ll pick you up where I dropped you off the other day. Nine o’clock suit you?” Ann asked.
“Nine o’clock is great. See you then,” he said as he walked away from Ann.
