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"Ah," Jessica paused, staring out her office window on her phone. The view from the partner floor matched her rise in stature. A corporate lawyer, complex negotiations didn't trouble her. Problems were her stock in trade. Miss Roberts moving her Saturday appointment raised severe issues. Her boyfriend, Peter, had set a strict timetable. She couldn't delay her imminent discipline, but her painful punishment didn't deserve a power tool soundtrack.

Peter had ordered her to visit Miss Roberts before he returned on Monday. She adored his authority. Excuses weren't their currency. Had he been home, he'd have already caned her. She explained her dilemma to Miss Roberts. Her office door open, she chose careful words. "Would you consider visiting my home instead? We have plenty of suitable tools."

"I'd be delighted," Miss Roberts said. The slick solution pleased her. She'd hated making this call. Letting her girls down, Jessica, in particular, betrayed her core values. A long-standing client, she held Jessica in high regard for bringing Anya to her. The savvy human rights lawyer had collapsed her legal crisis into nothing. She'd enjoy seeing Jessica's home. "9am?"

"Perfect," Jessica said.

In her tailored black pantsuit, Miss Roberts watched Saturday subway riders, enjoying their indifference to her formal suit. A keen subway user since moving downtown, she enjoyed navigating to Jessica's home. Crossing the tree-lined city street, she approached Jessica's rose-colored town house. Merged between the sandstone and black facades of its neighbors, the restored eighteenth century property stood proud of its heritage. Stepping down three steps towards the wooden double doors, they opened. Her client's blonde bob surrounded her slender face. She smiled. "Good morning, Jessica."

"Good morning, Miss Roberts." Steeped in formality, Jessica enjoyed her disciplinarian stepping into her grand foyer.

Miss Roberts admired the refurbished light oak floors. An ornate wooden staircase displayed a presence modern houses lacked.

Jessica guided Miss Roberts towards her lounge.

Twin white leather couches filled the traditional space, giving way to a spring-filled rear garden. Miss Roberts spotted a glass carafe beside white cups on the low oak coffee table between the couches. A stark contrast to her early morning visit to 'Virtue'. Raised floor tiles, exposed wiring, and open suspended ceilings had revealed her building's unattractive bones.

Jessica gestured towards the far couch, sitting opposite. Pouring coffee, she asked, "Milk, sugar?"

"Plain black please," Miss Roberts said. "I love your home."

"I never imagined liking an old building. It's ten minutes from everywhere. I love the area."

Miss Roberts hardened her tone. "You don't respect your clean streets." Pre-warned by Jessica's online booking, she knew her client's problem.

Jessica's heart dropped. Brought to order, she stared at her white socks. Her street required alternate side parking. For several hours on Thursdays, residents kept one side vehicle free to permit street cleaning. She didn't use her small white Range Rover often. Parked for weeks, its enforced movement didn't fit her schedule. She struggled to remember. Avoiding her disciplinarian's firm gaze, she said, "It's my tenth ticket. Peter ordered me to see you. He's annoyed."

"Why aren't you?"

Jessica sipped her coffee. "It's inconvenient."

"A teeny price to maintain your lovely street."

Jessica pondered her pleasant, tree-lined street. "I suppose."

Miss Roberts realized Jessica was struggling. She needed help to frame her issue. She pictured the neighbors she'd seen on arrival. Well-dressed people entering upscale houses. "Your attitude is lamentable."

Jessica winced. The criticism stung. She'd displeased Peter. Miss Roberts too. She tried to accept it.

Miss Roberts rested her delicate coffee cup on the polished table using the provided coaster. She gazed beyond the rear garden. Nearby homes looked this direction. Distance provided privacy. Someone staring may see in. She kept her tough tone. "Jessica, if your neighbors didn't move their cars, would you like your messy street?"

Jessica shook her head.

"It isn't moving your car. It's respecting your neighbors. They respect you."

Jessica's stomach contracted. Her posture slumped. Guilt spiraled through her conscience. "I'm sorry." Peter had punished her nine times. In a single sentence, Miss Roberts had landed a mortal blow.

"Inadequate, Jessica." She gestured beyond the garden. "Your neighbors have supported your pleasure. You haven't supported theirs. I doubt your neighbors can see. However, I'll punish you here, a robust reminder of your community responsibilities."

Jessica pursed her lips, picturing her coming shame. She had no right of appeal. Neither with Miss Roberts, nor Peter. Caned by Miss Roberts for personal misbehavior, she'd met Peter on the train home. Crashing into him during an emergency stop, he'd shown her beautiful concern. She'd reassured him she was unhurt, explaining her uncomfortable movements with the simple truth. She'd told him she'd received the cane. He'd given her his number.

"May I see your implements?" Miss Roberts asked.

Jessica led her disciplinarian upstairs to her bedroom, opening the drawer beneath the wardrobe.

Testing the regular rattan cane, Miss Roberts replaced it, removing a heavy three-foot paddle. Smoothing her hand over its dark, polished surface, she admired the bedroom. Its kingsize bed viewed treetops from the street below. Triple period windows lit the bedroom. Peering at a worn gym shoe, she dismissed it. Neither trivial, nor painful enough. She wouldn't ask Jessica what she deserved. The girl hadn't understood her problem. She waved the paddle towards the bedroom doorway.

Jessica swallowed. Peter had shown her his paddle. He'd never used it. Proud of his purchase, its severity had stood as a silent warning. No longer a threat, she followed Miss Roberts downstairs. Anticipating their appointment, she'd chosen a simple spanking from her disciplinarian's menu. Saddened by Peter's disappointment in her, she'd hoped it would prompt personal improvement.

Miss Roberts waved the devastating paddle. "Ten swats, Jessica."

Jessica swallowed.

"But first, a bare bottom spanking over my knee, young lady."

"Yes, Miss," Jessica said. Her punishment resonated. She'd become a selfish girl.

"Do you have a suitable chair?"

Jessica stepped back into the grand foyer, collecting a hard wooden chair. Used for fitting shoes, she'd bent over it before. Placing it near the couches, sunshine swept onto its seat.

"Thank you," Miss Roberts said, sitting. "Strip please, Jessica."

Fumbling with her blouse buttons, Jessica laid her frilly white blouse on the couch arm. She unbuttoned her dark blue jeans. Prominent cream stitching highlighted her slim curves. She tore off her white socks. Standing before her disciplinarian, stripped to her white cotton bikini panties and lace bra, she felt young. Under her disciplinarian's alert gaze, she removed her bra and lost her panties.

Miss Roberts tapped her lap. "Bend over, Jessica."

Jessica stepped forward. Leaning on the far edge of the chair seat, she lowered her hips across Miss Roberts' smart black suit pants. Reaching, she placed her palms on her ancient floorboards, her toes touching behind her. Neighbors, seeing her stretched naked over a strict woman's knee, couldn't mistake the time-honored tableau. Shame cast heavy shadows over her bareness.

"Laziness isn't a pretty trait, Jessica."

Miss Roberts' trusted palm landed on her left cheek, stinging her soft skin. Loud slaps resounded from her wood-paneled walls. Landing across her bare cheeks, regular spanks blended stings into a comprehensive burn. Focused on staying in place, her shameful position boosted her pain. A professional legal partner bent over her disciplinarian's knee. She hoped her neighbors could see. It may earn their forgiveness. She must have annoyed them. Crisp spanks cemented her thought.

Turning smiles into conversation, she knew several neighbors. Her lack of community contribution rained down on her bare bottom. Harder spanks burned stinging skin. Miss Roberts' relentless palm smacked her lower cheeks. Unable to bear her fresh pain, she cried, "I'm sorry."

"Of course you are, Jessica. You've been a selfish girl." Inescapable sting spread to her bare thighs, tormenting sensitive skin. She pressed her toes into the floor, holding her legs still. She deserved her humiliating spanking for dismissing her decent neighbors. Saddened by her selfishness, she bore her merciless spanks, immersing herself in Miss Roberts' control.

Miss Roberts respected Jessica. Straightening her legs under a severe assault showed respect for her spanking. Her client had learned. She landed four final spanks, each stinging her palm so they must have burned Jessica's tender legs. "Stand up."

Jessica grimaced. Wild fires consumed her bottom and thighs. She slid off Miss Roberts' lap, transitioning her slip into a crouch, before standing naked before her disciplinarian. Keeping her arms still, she accepted her humiliation. "I'm sorry, miss."

Rising, Miss Roberts ordered, "Over the couch arm, Jessica."

Jessica glanced towards her discarded panties.

"You can stay bare," Miss Roberts said.

Jessica bent over her couch arm. White leather softened, comforting her bent bare body. Her skin on fire, she couldn't bear swats. The heavy, stained oak lay across her burning bottom, offering no reprieve.

"Ten tickets, Jessica. Ten chances to solve your issue. You didn't concentrate on the correct outcome. Focused on yourself, you failed to consider your neighbors' needs."

"I'm ashamed," Jessica said.

"Of your selfish behavior, or your spanking over my knee?"

Jessica considered the conundrum. "Both, miss. It was humiliating getting spanked naked over your knee. My neighbors deserved to see me learn my lesson. I'm ashamed of my selfishness."

"Count to ten for me," Miss Roberts ordered.

The warm paddle rose. Jessica steadied herself. Thunder shot through her lounge. Force crashed into her bottom. Fire burned, eclipsing her sting. She gasped. "One, Miss. Thank you."

Miss Roberts smiled. A count and thanks. She'd fixed Jessica. Committed, she raised the beautiful paddle. Heavy, its weight did the work. Releasing her arm, the plain dark wood slammed into her client's bare cheeks.

"Two, Miss. Thank you."

Red burst wide across her client's bottom. Darker red target spots proved deepening pain. Genuine strain accompanied her client's obedient count. Miss Roberts didn't offer mercy. A proud law partner, Jessica needed to feel her private failure. Peter's paddle did justice. Strangled cries counted her three final swats. She laid the beautiful paddle on the couch in Jessica's sight.

Jessica panted through her pain. Heavy hurt had pummeled her bottom, burying itself deep, lifting sorrow from her heart.

"You created a blind spot. It's gone. You're forgiven," Miss Roberts said. "Get dressed."

Jessica rose. "Please, may I stay naked? Peter requires me to stand in the corner of our bedroom for thirty minutes, my bottom on display. He'll watch me serve my penance on FaceTime."

Miss Roberts absorbed the pleasing concept, proud of Peter. She smiled. "I'll see myself out."

"Thank you, Miss. I'm grateful. I won't get another ticket."

Miss Roberts said. "I believe you."

After watching Miss Roberts leave, Jessica climbed her stairs. Balancing her phone on her bedside, she aimed its camera at the corner, remembering to call Peter.

She stepped into the corner, her nose touching, cream walls cooling her cheeks, their bedroom windows a foot away. Entwining her fingers behind her head, she stood before her boyfriend.

"Good girl," Peter said. "I see you've met my paddle. Thirty minutes. Contemplate your soreness."

Solemn regret cascaded over her naked body. Held under her boyfriend's remote gaze, her burning butt praised his perseverance. Ordered to call Miss Roberts, she'd obeyed. Her pain burrowed deep into her butt. Invading her selfishness it boosted her pride. She celebrated Miss Roberts' patience. Humbled by their conversation, her pain multiplied her regret, sealing itself deep in her soul. Supervising her penance, Peter's magnificent authority radiated from her phone.

"Jessica, you're released," Peter said.

Discharged into relief, she turned, rubbing her bare bottom, her falling arms grateful.

"Wear your AirPods."

She obeyed, slipping beneath their kingsize comforter.

"She paddled you hard."

His rich baritone entered her ears. Immersed in his voice, her fingers slipped between her legs. "I received ten swats." She breathed, "over the couch arm. Fierce swats."

"Did you struggle?"

"A bit," she confessed, shame swamping her. "She made me count out loud." Obedience coursed hard into her sex, she panted. "Bare."

"Bare bottom," he said, his approving tone deepening.

"Naked," she muttered. "She spanked me over her knee."

"She painted your legs red. You deserved it."

"I did. Deserved it," she moaned, her finger slick on her clit. "I disrespected our neighbors. They may have seen me spanked and paddled."

"Deserved, babe. If they comment, admit it."

She shuddered under his tough order. "Yes, sir." Imagining her shameful admission, it felt appropriate. They'd suffered her lack of community spirit. She circled her clit hard. His deep voice rocketed through her core, carrying his strictness into her soul. "I deserved it, Peter. I've behaved like a brat. Our neighbors deserve my respect. I needed paddling."

"You needed paddling," he said, his breathing staggered.

"Miss Roberts brought me to heel. She stripped me naked, spanked me, and paddled me. Seen by neighbors, she punished me for disobedience. I got swats."

"On my orders," he grunted.

She panted hard, her climax rising. "On your orders." Her finger sped up. Deep ache stalked her sex, forcing heavy breathing. Her rising tension revealed her orgasms. Glorious humility flood through her core, screaming her righteous decency. Pulsing in their bed, she rode her fundamental pleasure stream, his robust roar in her ears.

Calming, she lay spreadeagled, naked in their bed, punished, and replete. "I love you, Peter. Thank you for ordering me to see Miss Roberts."

"You're a good girl."

She smiled. She was a good girl. Required to wear plain white cotton panties for Miss Roberts, she'd obeyed this morning. Their wonderful innocence ensured a suitable attitude for receiving punishment. She maintained a private rule, a personal commitment to herself. Until her marks faded, she always wore her plain white panties, her ordinary underwear a personal repentance.

He said, "We've got your closing dinner on Tuesday. You won't want a tight cocktail dress."

She loved him knowing her personal rule. Bikini panties beneath a tight cocktail dress would betray their presence. She preferred to keep her subtle disgrace to herself. She'd closed a mega deal for a client. Celebrating was obligatory marketing for her firm. "I'll wear my flirty mini dress."

Midnight black, beautiful lace trim detail and cap sleeves kept eyes high. Nipped into her waist, its flared hemline exposed her toned legs. Unless she did cartwheels on the dance floor, its flirty silhouette would hide her punitive panties.

"I have to spank you before we leave, Jessica."

His stern tone penetrated her sex, demanding her finger. She teased herself. His voice resonated through her fingertip, vibrating into her hardening clit. She'd forgotten. Damn, he was sexy. He never let her off. "Yes, sir. I remember."

She groaned, revealing her rising pleasure. Last time they'd gone out, she'd been late leaving. Twenty minutes late. Unable to delay them further, he'd promised to spank her next time they had a dinner commitment. Beside her in public, he'd rest his hand on her stinging bottom, a constant reminder he knew it hurt.

She'd take his meaningful punishment. Panties down over his knee, her pretty dress raised, he'd spank her bare bottom, his solid male palm penetrating savage stings into her deserving tenderness. Shielded by her flirty dress, still humbled by her innocent panties, her bare bottom would burn, spanked by her strict boyfriend. Pleasure flooded into her sex, demanding more orgasms.