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In Damien's office, Rebecca spun on her three-inch black stiletto heel. Her black mini shift dress deployed its pleated skirt. Rising on the air current she'd created, it fired up its flirt. She glanced towards Damien, finding his distant gaze locked on the window. "I'll get on with it," she said, irritation rising.

"A ha," he grunted.

She left his office, his priorities noted down, hers unachieved. She'd paid attention to him, her dress making its own decisions. High neckline, sleeveless, her short flared dress got noticed. Not today, it seemed, despite its flirty nature.

She spent hours calling twenty teams he'd identified, asking their leaders to record statistics he'd requested. Several resisted. Sweet-talking them, she emphasized Damien's need to understand their importance within the business. Flattery smoothed ruffled feathers. In fact, the stats would prevent them from hiding poor staff turnover.

Bringing him coffee, her dress began its second act. Leaning against a chair during their casual chat, her long bare legs defined his view. Eyes attached to hers, he'd chuckled at a joke she made. Despite re-crossing her legs when she laughed, her short dress couldn't unglue his eyes.

She'd strutted into meetings, her tight pantsuit drawing eyes. Not his. She'd have bet on her flirty mini shift dress with heels. She needed a whole new wardrobe. Having kept her studio apartment, she'd saved a respectable rainy day fund. She could afford new outfits. However, past performance didn't support further investment.

Returning to her desk, she messaged her date, accepting his dinner invitation. This month, she'd swiped endless boys, compelled by her frustration. A mere glance at her inviting legs and she'd have consigned tonight's date to irrelevance.

Last week, she'd given herself an entire Damien evening. Masturbating, she'd imagined him taking her in a tux. His tux always did it for her. His powerful hands held her, his strength overtaking her, driving rivers of phenomenal pleasure. She'd pretended a minor rudeness. He'd turned her over his knee, lifted her dress, pulled down her panties and spanked her bare bottom until she'd lain over his lap, forlorn. Disciplined without question, she'd risen, giving herself to him. Mighty strength had confirmed his dominance, crashing her body through tumultuous orgasms. She'd proved one certainty. She did fancy him.

Leaving on time, she met her date after work. Early dinner suited her. Intending to sleep with him, his prominent six-pack sealed her plan. Arriving home alone, she ripped off her flirty minidress, consigning it to the corner of her studio. She'd enjoyed dinner. He hadn't enjoyed her company. She'd talked about her job, mentioning Damien multiple times. Six-pack had suggested she should shag her boss. If only.

Waking into waves of self-disgust, she showered. She wallowed in her unmitigated failure. For Six-pack to decline her bed, she must have overdone it. She hadn't felt like Damien dominated her conversation. Her empty bed proved her wrong.

Drying herself, she wiping her mirror with her towel, studying her naked form. She was hot. She deserved several six-packs. Glancing towards her bed, she checked it was, in fact, empty. Physical proof. Undeniable. She was a shit date.

Morning sunshine streaked from the city orchestra concert hall roof, rising to shine on Sarah Roberts. She stepped into her walk-in closet, twirling before her mirror. Her green sundress spun, her only clue to her destination. Fernando was taking her somewhere special. Three whole days together. No commitments.

Deploying her decade of hoarded capital amassed through frugal living, she'd fronted her business expansion. Adding 'Convenient city center location' and 'Urgent appointments available' to her online ads, new enquiry calls had tripled. Routed to her on-duty disciplinarians, her impeccable team welcomed fresh clients, rising to unforeseen challenges. Exhausted, Fernando had persuaded her she'd earned a meaningful break. She'd realized she could. Urgent discipline remained available.

Before leaving her studio, Rebecca collected her shoulder bag. Slipping her keys inside, she removed her phone. She'd chosen her light gray pantsuit today. Depending on her sentence, her slim legs may need coverage, and Damien didn't deserve her legs today. Tossing during her disturbed night, she'd decided her behavior warranted a severe sanction. Failing to sleep with Six-pack was a horrific outcome. It was her fault, and hers alone. Six-pack didn't even know Damien. He couldn't share the blame. Paying for dinner, he'd worsened her guilt. In the early hours, she'd concluded her deplorable conduct deserved drastic discipline.

She tapped Virtue, choosing 'Discipline bookings'. Selecting today, she scanned for appointments. None appeared. She frowned. Tomorrow offered none either. Below the useless time slots, she noticed a small message. 'Miss Roberts is away. See Alternatives.'

She tapped the link. The calendar switched, showing availability for 'Alexandra'. It offered two appointments this afternoon. She hesitated, reading the introductory paragraph. 'Taught by Miss Roberts, Alexandra is a qualified Virtue disciplinarian. Gaining experience in her early twenties, she's delivered discipline in varied roles'. Rebecca hit 5pm. Taught by Miss Roberts. A qualified Virtue disciplinarian. The slick introduction delivered enormous comfort. Alexandra sounded like she belonged.

She nipped back into her bathroom, checking her suit. Alexandra would judge her. A tight white tee rested beneath her crisp, single-breasted light gray suit coat. A chic girl in her city uniform. She twisted, flicking up her single-vented coat tail. Her sleek pants flattered her smooth butt, sharp creases directing towards her slim ankles, raised on her plain black two-inch heels. Alexandra would strike her beautiful butt. She needed it. She wasn't even a passable date.

Ten minutes before 5pm, Alexandra read Rebecca's client notes. Existing clients felt daunting. Their long-standing relationships with Miss Roberts demanded her highest standards. She scanned recent visits. Rebecca had lost her concentration at work, making mistakes. She noted Rebecca's past financial woes and her crucial job. Miss Roberts kept succinct notes. Few words conveyed great meaning. Rebecca's fascination with her boss, Damien, appeared misaligned. He consumed her thoughts, while she didn't feature in his. Her booking mentioned a dreadful date, Damien intruding on her concentration again. Avoiding pre-judging as Miss Roberts had taught, she emptied her mind of opinions, keeping only facts. Standing, she replaced her iPad in her disciplinarian closet, leaving her suite.

Sat in the comfortable waiting room, Rebecca leafed through Vogue. Her bottom twitched, reminding her of her impending consequences. She'd flicked five pages when a smart blonde appeared from the corridor in a short black jersey dress. Small gold hoops sparkled beneath her classic ash blonde bob. Her neat, minimalist style and long sleeves suited her calm authority.

"Rebecca?" the blonde asked.

Rebecca rose.

"Hi Rebecca, I'm Alexandra. Lovely to meet you."

Rebecca followed Alexandra towards the first suite. Identical to Miss Roberts' discipline suite, she headed towards the gray client couch. Alexandra sat, her smooth movement exhibiting extraordinary confidence. Rebecca rectified the crease in her gray suit pants, wishing she exuded the same confidence.

"Miss Roberts provided me excellent notes, Rebecca. Talk to me about your date."

Rebecca sighed. "He was hot." She blushed. "Six-pack hot."

Alexandra grinned. "Distracting."

"Right," Rebecca said, leaning forward. "His chest deserved my attention. I planned to sleep with him."

"Understandable."

Rebecca groaned. "I talked about Damien. My date couldn't manufacture that conversation. I'm to blame. He suggested I sleep with Damien. A harsh dismissal."

Alexandra nodded. "Points for honesty."

"I felt rubbish, shit, tossed aside, guilty as fuck. Sorry."

"It's fine." Alexandra smiled. A dispassionate observer, Rebecca's drama fascinated her. Getting hot for boys drove girls to distraction. Single, she understood Rebecca's dreadful self-defeat.

"I've tried subtle tricks to grab Damien's attention. He doesn't respond. He commands any space. His attention is delicious. It makes me desperate. I try silly stuff."

Alexandra smiled. She'd read how Rebecca's job had saved her from perilous financial circumstances. It didn't prevent her from desiring her boss.

Rebecca said, "If he finds me unattractive, I'd rather remain oblivious forever."

Alexandra nodded. It wasn't likely. "You're beautiful, Rebecca. Damien isn't blind. He may share your dilemma."

She stored Alexandra's blissful opinion. Men undressed her, their eyes revealing blatant lust. Damien didn't. He wasn't gay. She'd sent flowers to dozens of women. Rebecca pondered Damien's view of her, luxuriating in her thoughts.

Alexandra said. "Damien aside, dating demands responsibility. You let yourself down. I hope you've selected a suitable punishment?"

Returned to earth, Rebecca felt the older girl's piercing gaze. "I struggled. The cane, I suppose. My serious dereliction of dating duty deserves to hurt. I hurt six-pack, however he returned the favor hard. I'm responsible. Excusing myself isn't okay."

Alexandra considered Rebecca. Downgrading punishments hadn't featured in her lessons from Miss Roberts. Humiliation suited Rebecca's struggling conscience, also fitting her immature behavior. "You need punishing. I'll cane you if you prefer. However, I suggest I spank you. You're a sophisticated young woman. Getting spanked over my knee will fit your disgraceful immaturity. Don't mistake it for a soft option. I'll spank your legs. I'll finish your spanking with ten from the gym shoe on your hot bottom, not sparing your thighs."

Rebecca lowered her gaze. "Thank you, miss." Her sensitive sentence suited her conflicted conscience. Six-pack would approve. Damn, if he'd spanked her, she'd have taken it. Embarrassing in the restaurant, it would have felt appropriate.

Alexandra stood. "Lay your suit coat on the couch. Beautiful suit. Simple, smart style." Miss Roberts had advised her to compliment clients. It eased their natural nervousness.

"Thanks," Rebecca said, obeying. She slipped from her suit coat and removed her heels. In her sharp, gray suit pants and short-sleeved white tee, she watched Alexandra retrieve a clean, white gym shoe from her implement cupboard. Man-sized, it fit her failure. Near the red spanking bench, she met Alexandra beside the straight-backed wooden chair.

Alexandra sat. "Stand there."

Rebecca followed her finger.

"Rebecca, you owed your date a decent conversation. His desirable muscles deserved better than your distraction. You need your spanking."

Rebecca shivered. Alexandra's tone brooked no debate.

"Lower your pants, Rebecca."

Flipping the button, she unzipped her suit pants. Forcing them down her legs, she stopped at her knees.

"Right down please, Rebecca."

Alexandra's icy instruction severed her disobedience. "Sorry." Stood in her white tee and matching cotton bikini panties, her undress underscored her position. All day her panties had reminded her she faced meaningful punishment.

Alexandra patted her lap. "Good girl. Bend over."

Rebecca lowered herself over Alexandra's part-bare legs. Her disciplinarian's short dress left warm legs beneath her bare thighs. Cool air swept over her panty-clad bottom.

"A girl who can't converse without mentioning her boss deserves her spanking," Alexandra said.

Rebecca pursed her lips. The criticism stung. Alexandra's palm rested on her panties, promising mild pain. She relaxed.

Blistering sting blasted through her flimsy cotton. She gasped. A girl's small palm shouldn't deliver such a dreadful sting. Spanks landed across her panties. Below her cotton coverage, solid smacks stung. Keeping her palms on the floor, she bit her lip. She'd underestimated the pain. Generous applications of cruel spanks smarted. She wriggled, escaping momentary stings.

A determined arm wrapped across her back, holding her still. Sharp spanks spread onto her tender thighs. Hobbled by her suit pants, her legs flailed. Savage hurt brought tears. Embarrassment infused her shame. Every inch the silly girl, Six-pack, deserved to witness her correction. Fiery spanks rained down on her skin. She squeezed her legs together.

"Rebecca," Alexandra snapped.

The harsh admonishment forced her legs apart. "Sorry."

"Keep you legs spread. Help me spank you hard. Your legs deserve to hurt."

They did. She gripped the chair legs, spreading hers. Ruthless spanks peppered her susceptible skin. Tears flowed. She'd let herself down. Bent over her wise disciplinarian's knee, she deserved her distinctive embarrassment. Her spanking paused. She sniffled. "I'm sorry, Alexandra."

"I know."

A soft hand soothed her back, spreading affection through her thin tee.

"You still need the gym shoe."

Rebecca slumped. She felt Alexandra lean to pick up the waiting implement. Rested upon her panties, its size overshadowed her disciplinarian's palm. Steadying herself, she pictured her date's annoyed expression. Her tears dried. She respected his decision to dump her. She'd take the gym shoe for him. Ten hard smacks.

"Damien is within your reach, Rebecca."

Ridged rubber splat brutal sting into her burning bottom, annihilating her panties. 'Within her reach?'.

"Games don't serve anyone in an office situation. Damien has powerful authority over you."

Rebecca visualized Damien's powerful authority, wallowing in its delicious weight. Echoing around the discipline suite, the rubber sole delivered merciless stings.

"It's your formal obligation to obey him. Crossing that complicated line involves ridiculous risk. For him, it jeopardizes everything. He wouldn't allow it to cross his mind. Given the current workplace environment, honesty, clarity, and guts may succeed. Flirting won't."

Three harsh smacks emphasized her three duties. Honesty. Clarity. Guts. Hope tore across her burning bottom, easing her agony.

"Be direct, Rebecca. State your interest. Ask him if he has feelings. Accept his response. He'll respect your straightforward approach, even if he doesn't share your desired outcome. Show respect."

The gym shoe slammed into her cheeks, burning two last words. Show. Respect. She handled employees, managers, c-suite executives, and clients. Damien wasn't difficult. They had frank exchanges.

"You may stand up."

The unexpected instruction suited her fresh spirit. Rising, she said, "Thank you, Alexandra. Thank you for spanking me. And for your advice."

Alexandra smiled. In her panties and tee, her humble client broadcast refreshing positivity. "You're welcome. Pull up your pants."

Reaching down, Rebecca restored her dignity.

"I'm proud of you, Rebecca. Forgive yourself. Move forward. Aim for Damien."

Taking her leave, Rebecca rode the elevator alone, rubbing her stinging bottom through her thin suit pants. She'd needed her spanking in the worst way. Unable to articulate her punishment, she appreciated Alexandra's wisdom. Bending over her knee had served up serious shame. Spanked for her immaturity, she'd gained an elementary lesson. Frustration rife, she'd never considered Damien's position.

Walking towards home, she quickened her pace. City streets passed her revived spirit. Proud of her punishment, she slid her hands beneath her suit coat, smoothing her palms over her sore backside. A passing guy smiled at her. She blushed, letting her coat tails fall.

At home, she stripped off her suit, discarding her heels. Had that guy realized she'd got spanked? A smart city girl, spanked for immaturity. She imagined him asking. Her sex praised her rising shame. In the bathroom, she inspected her reddened thighs. Shoving down her panties, her spanked bottom revealed the gym shoe's distinct shape.

Proud of her willing choice to receive fair punishment for her appalling dating performance, she pictured telling her passing male she'd received a spanking. Her fingers traced her sticky slit, landing on her firm clit. Facing from her mirror, she stared over her shoulder. Her passing man would take her home, admire her marks, respect her maturity, pronounce her an admirable girl.

Rising pleasure in her humble acceptance pressed against her fingertip, demanding release. She spread her legs for support, teasing herself hard. Inspected by her stranger, her smacked bottom proved her a worthy girl, a decent date. Dismissing him, she pictured herself in her favorite position, bent over Damien's desk. His gym shoe struck with full male strength. Blasting into her bottom, it offered no relief, raising her self-respect as it delivered justified pain. Panting in her bathroom, she admired herself. Pleasure pulsed against her limit. Controlling it, she kept herself in desperate denial, refusing relief, his huge gym shoe crashing into her bare bottom. Seeing herself marked, her wires crossed, short circuiting her self control. Glorious orgasms cannoned into each other, racing for release. She shuddered. Wondrous appreciation cascaded over her redden skin.

Kicking off her panties, she removed her bra. Naked before her mirror, marked by her necessary punishment, she committed to her fresh approach. She'd aim for Damien. She'd practice their conversation, evaluating directions, preparing respectful responses. When ready, heart in her hands, leaving nothing behind, she'd cross their line.