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Sarah Roberts opened her penthouse door. The understated tuneful note had announced an approaching visitor.

"Oh, my god. Amazing, Sarah." Kirsten grinned. "Like flying."

Sarah laughed. The Peak's spectacular elevator remained magical. "You realize it's real. I assumed it was a video."

"Isn't it?"

"Nope. Fernando built cameras within the building exterior. A gigantic computer constructs that live elevator video. Yesterday, I saw a bright red helicopter climb near the river heliport from my apartment window. As the elevator descended, it flew towards the sea."

"Helicopters, video elevators. You've moved up, babe. Maybe I need a house fire."

Sarah's expression tightened. "It wasn't my choice."

"Sorry," Kirsten said. "Selfish and tactless."

"I forgive you, given our afternoon."

Kirsten grimaced, receiving Sarah's subtle message. This afternoon, Alexandra was punishing her. Sarah's hopeful disciplinarian candidate had passed her video interview. Her actual test needed a real person's bottom. Kirsten nodded. Granting a serious favor for her friend, her tactless remark afforded bona fide justification for her coming punishment. "May I explore?"

"Sure." Sarah smiled. Her friend touched everything. Exploring bedrooms, vast views, and her walk-in closet, they discussed Fernando. She loved sharing. Kirsten's generosity had breathed energy into her once lackluster existence, sealing their friendship. Discovering her discipline business in its infancy, Kirsten had booked an appointment. She'd caned her friend without favor. Occasional official appointments hadn't changed their friendship. Kirsten's husband had embraced her desire for discipline, delivering an enviable sex life. Sometimes her friend needed punishment only a girl could understand.

Together, they walked to Virtue, arriving early. Kirsten loved the integrated co-working experience. Sliding her neat form into a comfortable black swivel chair, she tapped the huge Scandinavian designed worktable. "I feel creative."

"That's the idea."

Evaluating the Franke automatic coffee machine, they sat in the kitchen section, soaking in the social space. Kirsten swept her gaze over the sprouting planters. Black slatted wood bases gave them a serene presence. Green Jade plants provided a subconscious human connection to nature. "This feels special, Sarah. You have an incredible eye."

Sarah smiled. "A client designed it. She's an architect."

"You have wonderful clients."

Sarah met her friend's gaze. "And friends."

Kirsten nodded. "My hair appointment is in thirty minutes. I'll return before 2pm."

"Thanks," Sarah said. "I appreciate your help, today."

After lunch, Sarah returned to the co-working kitchen zone, studying her space. Productive girls sharing worktables excited her. Usage was rising. Without marketing or staffing costs, she'd priced co-working seventy percent below the market rate. Quoting month and day prices, she charged through her Virtue app. Using Virtue co-working for ten days reached the month price, incurring no further costs during the month. Blazing internet speeds, sensational views, and meticulous manners attracted her girls.

She refocused on her discipline business, the underlying force of her emerging empire. Her long-standing website promoted discipline. Virtue's website described the co-working space, stating membership by invitation only. Anyone could download her Virtue app, but must receive an invitation to join. Her engineering company had integrated her booking app into Virtue, including her client notes available to multiple disciplinarian accounts. She re-read her job Ad.

Thirty enquiries from women seeking a career change had surprised her. Using video interviews, she'd dismissed girls without gravitas, reducing her list to three practical interviews, scheduling Alexandra for 2pm today.

She greeted Alexandra at the elevator, leading her into the discipline waiting room. Collecting Kirsten, she guided her interviewee and her friend into her discipline suite. Directing Alexandra towards her armchair and Kirsten onto the light gray client couch.

"Alexandra, Kirsten is a friend and client. Discuss her recent issue while I observe you." She retired towards the window.

Alexandra waited for a beat, spreading natural command presence.

Beside the windows, Miss Roberts smiled. In a knee-length, form-fitting black dress, the former teacher exuded sophisticated command.

"Kirsten, what brings you here today?" Alexandra asked.

Miss Roberts nodded to herself. Simple. Elegant. Open. A perfect question. Nodding towards Sarah, Kirsten admitted her earlier insensitivity towards her friend's house fire.

"Thoughtless." Alexandra said. "A touch of jealousy I'd suggest."

Kirsten withered. She'd loved Sarah's sensational penthouse. Her careless comment had contained a modicum of jealousy. It was petty. Her friend deserved her success.

Miss Roberts watched in admiration. Alexandra was two years younger than her. Nanny to an affluent French family before she became a teacher, she'd supervised twin girls. Required to punish them, she'd given blistering spankings until they'd graduated to formal canings. Describing the twins as stoic during discipline, she'd revealed her natural skill. Unhappy with her teacher's pay, she'd declared a distinct passion for her potential career.

Miss Roberts handed Alexandra a laminated copy of her digital discipline menu. "Kirsten is required to suggest her punishment. If you're dissatisfied, increase it."

Alexandra skimmed the menu, raising her eyebrows. Some punishments were severe. She locked Kirsten under her enquiring gaze.

Agreeing to help before her hasty remark, Kirsten had expected the gym shoe. During her hair appointment, she'd decided she deserved an upgrade. Under Alexandra's strict scolding, she'd superseded the stinging rubber sole, replacing it with the rattan cane, needing to show Sarah sincere remorse. "Six strokes of the cane."

Alexandra nodded. "Sensible, Kirsten. It needs to hurt, doesn't it?"

Kirsten nodded, "Yes, miss."

Miss Roberts led Alexandra past the spanking bench to her implements cupboard, allowing the interviewee to choose her cane. Alexandra selected the thin regular cane, glancing for approval. Miss Roberts didn't disclose her opinion.

Without guidance, Alexandra ordered Kirsten to the desk.

Kirsten obeyed, lifting her short, pleated blue skirt on command. Bent in her white cotton panties over the modern desk, excitement blossomed. Condemning her excitement, the rattan rod struck with cruel accuracy, delivering excruciating pain. Ashamed of her earlier selfish remark, she welcomed its wicked heat. Caned by a professional, slick sting demanded her concentration. She replayed her remark, praising her pain. Six expert strokes welted her bottom in agonizing symmetry.

"Stand up, Kirsten." Alexandra ordered.

Kirsten rose, her skirt falling into place. She rubbed her burning bottom.

"Hands still," commanded Alexandra.

Disciplinary authority ripped through Kirsten. She straightened her arms. Sarah would doubtless hire this ruthless girl.

Alexandra said, "Apologize to your friend."

Kirsten met Sarah's gaze. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I deserved the cane."

Sarah smiled. "You're forgiven." She'd forgiven her friend straight away. Kirsten's lifetime kindness superseded disagreements. However, the inappropriate comment had provided a useful justification for six telling strokes. "Thanks for helping me interview Alexandra. I'll show you out. Alexandra, take a seat on the client couch."

After hugging Kirsten goodbye, Miss Roberts assumed her armchair facing Alexandra. "Are you pleased with your performance?"

Alexandra replayed her practical test, evaluating it. She'd handled Kirsten, displaying confidence. She'd respected the girl's visible humility, uncertain if she'd induced it. The detailed punishment menu had challenged her. She wondered if she should have increased Kirsten's punishment. She asked, "Are you and Kirsten best friends?"

Miss Roberts nodded. "You may assume the very best."

"Asking Kirsten would have better informed my judgement. She deserved tougher punishment. However, helping you interview me was incredible generosity. On balance, her punishment was fair. Making her tactless comment, I'd have felt ashamed. She showed me she was. I found our discussion easy, almost pleasant, despite my duty to discipline her."

Miss Roberts smiled. Alexandra showed depth of thought, extensive self-awareness, and her critique was spot on. "You showed magnificent poise, Alexandra. Your experience is clear. Always critique yourself. Strive for perfection. Relax, I'm hiring you."

On command, Alexandra relaxed. Classroom indiscipline had destroyed her pleasure in teaching. Meeting girls who embraced strict discipline was revolutionary. "Thank you, Miss Roberts."

"Power demands responsibility. You showed Kirsten respect while punishing her. I expect to see equal respect, receiving your discipline. I propose to cane you, Alexandra. Show me you're willing to undertake punishment you haven't earned, because sometimes you will."

Alexandra stared at the floor between them. It made sense. Trusted to discipline clients, she must show herself worthy. "When my boss taught me to punish his twins, he spanked me over his knee, delivering detailed lessons. Upgrading to the cane, he delivered several effective examples to my bottom. I'd never felt such awful pain. It taught me restraint. He prized accuracy. For seven days, he caned me daily, showing poor strokes which hurt too much versus accurate pain which burned, then faded. I found myself grateful."

"I will provide technical lessons with each implement during your training. You'll feel their effect."

Alexandra smiled. "An effective education technique."

"Painful, but quick, I hope," Miss Roberts said. "I'll also punish you for mistakes. You're not excused. You must expect regular discipline."

Gazing towards the bright red punishment bench, Alexandra imagined herself bared, bent, and beaten. Pleasure in her dutiful obedience grew. Virtue beat teaching. Even she was subject to punishing pain. "Yes, Miss."

Miss Roberts stood, crossing the discipline suite.

Nervous fear rising in her belly, Alexandra followed her employer.

"You saw our implements earlier." Miss Roberts opened the implement cupboard wide.

Alexandra liked the word 'our'. She felt included.

"You chose well with Kirsten. The regular cane hurts like hell. I'll help you gain experience with all our implements."

"Your menu is extensive," Alexandra said. "Subtle differences in punishments matter, I imagine."

"They do." Miss Roberts smiled. Her newest employee pleased her. She selected the heavy Kooboo rattan punishment cane. "I'm afraid I must hold you to higher standards than clients. You're vested with powerful responsibility. Our regular cane isn't appropriate."

Alexandra swallowed. Thicker, the dark rattan thrust fear into her. She remembered her lessons in the regular cane's pain potential. The substantial upgrade matched her larger salary. She recalled the rush she'd felt handling Kirsten. The senior punishment rod fit her enhanced stature. "I understand."

"Six strokes will test you, Alexandra. Show exemplary dignity. You must have accrued personal regrets. A guy, your job, private decisions. Recognize your regrets while I thrash you. The hurt is necessary. Accept its forgiveness. I'll understand if you cry out. However, despite your agony, I expect you to learn to take it in complete silence, as befits your powerful position."

Alexandra nodded, acknowledging her tough instruction, desperate to deserve her surprising salary. Miss Roberts had described her generous remuneration on their original call, sealing her increasing passion for the position. She'd got hired. The job was hers to lose.

"You dress is delightful," Miss Roberts said. "Very suitable. We'll discuss your wardrobe later. We make clients raise dresses to their waist, preserving their modesty. However, as discussed, I'm holding you to a higher standard. Remove it. Use the client couch."

Stepping across the room, Alexandra smoothed her damp palms on her knit fabric. Beside the client couch, she raised her knee-length hem. Collecting her dress, she inverted her arms, pulled the high neckline over her head, and kicked off her low black heels.

In her cute black underwear, her confidence rose. Her black bra top nestled her breasts on active days. A thin satin band, soft against her chest, kept it still below her breasts. Discreet shoulder straps held its plain black design comfortable.

Black cotton string bikini panties fit her hips. Ultra slim strings encircled her hips, hooking front and back. Her pretty panties fit beneath everything. Low under her sexy jeans, slim beneath dresses, their delicate shape delighted her. Lifting her strings, she pulled her panties tight. Lessening her protection it boosted her confidence.

In her smart underwear, she walked towards Miss Roberts, barefoot. Her boss stood beside the imposing red punishment bench.

"You'll find this provides substantial support for hard punishments," Miss Roberts said.

"Thank you," she said. Shivers flowed down her spine. Her sexy, skimpy panties granted minimal protection. As a teacher, classroom discipline had sometimes defeated her. Excuses aside, she needed to account for herself. Declaring her performance unsatisfactory, she acknowledged her need to atone for her past mistakes.

"We require clients to wear plain white cotton bikini panties. It humbles them. You saw Kirsten. Enforced by our heavy strap, the strict rule doesn't apply to you. Your underwear is tasteful. Bend over."

Alexandra bent over the bench, its curved red leather providing solid support to her hips, pleasure in her complimented underwear coursing through her bent body. Forced to reach for the legs, she gripped the cool black metal. Upended in her pretty panties, her capitulation thrust powerful pleasure into her nestled sex.

The thick rattan settled across her taut black cotton, its diameter a distinct warning. She steeled herself. She'd often questioned her suitability for teaching. Once, she'd lost control of a disobedient class. Teenage girls had erupted into a furious fight. Other teachers had arrived, excluding the ringleaders. She shouldn't have needed their help.

A deep thud exploded in the suite. She exhaled. Roaring agony overtook her bottom. Vicious heat screamed into her flesh. She pictured herself in her riotous classroom. Begging the agony to absolve her, it worsened. The cane inflicted a second stroke, doubling her torment. Broad burning stripes defied her to pretend it wasn't punishing her. She wallowed in her pain, castigating her classroom performance.

Sometimes she'd risen to the bait. Harsh rattan reflection sealed brutal pain into her exposed cheeks. Striking bare skin beyond her skimpy panties it brought utter anguish. She gripped her pain, soaring above her failures. She'd received little support. Had her school permitted her to inflict this discipline on her students, a single lesson would have served up flawless attitudes for an entire term.

Tightening her grip, she accepted her burning bottom as deserved. She must mature into her new career. Harsh strokes dismissed her past, blazing burning stripes across her almost bare cheeks. Deep inside her sorrow, she welcomed her utter agony.

A gentle hand caressed her shoulder. "It's over, Alexandra. Stand when you're ready."

Stunned, she levered herself up. She'd taken her adult punishment. Forcing her arms beside her, she respected its obligation to prolong her suffering. "Thank you, Miss Roberts."

"You're welcome, Alexandra. You're worthy of your role."

Alexandra beamed, realizing the statement's full import. She'd taken her professional thrashing in total silence. Her smile widened.

After discussing employment details in suitable discomfort, she'd floated towards her suburban train, unaware of her city surroundings. The rough seat material delivered its due. She shifted position, suffering worse. Blistering pride brought an extraordinary smile. Pleasure ravaged her core, shooting hot liquid into her demanding sex. Clenching, she exercised draconian self-control, measuring the minutes to her home. Past failures behind her, she looked forward. Through her excruciating bottom, her soul screamed pure passion for her new career.