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Belle considered resigning during her long afternoon. A legitimate option, she'd spare herself pain she couldn't judge and obligatory embarrassment. At home, without her job, she'd lie buried beneath piles of pathetic shame. Within spitting distance of an actual punishment, she'd have lost all self-respect, her favorite masturbation thoughts wiped out by her weak-willed failure to comply.

She'd advised Jenna to face this tough choice. The sweet marketing manager had proven her guts, taking twelve hard cane strokes. Checking the ninth floor had emptied, she made her fateful walk, butterflies cramping her stomach muscles. Resigned to her shame, each foot she covered raised her courage, silencing her stomach storm. She deserved punishment.

Entering Ben's office answered her last remaining question. Kate was present. Her feet carried her towards Kate. Beside the window, she faced the co-founder who'd hired her. "Kate, I'm sorry. I'm weak willed. I've desired punishment for years, unable to ask my boyfriend. When I saw you, nothing could have dragged me away. Powerless to behave with respect, I watched you get caned. I'm sorry."

Kate understood in a heartbeat. Studying Belle's mat coated skinny jeans and bright pink blouse, she said, "Ask him. If it wrecks your relationship, be proud. I understand your behavior, but you need punishing."

Belle's spine stiffened. Understood, but not excused, she approached Ben. Beside his desk, the flexible rattan cane curved in his firm grip. The visible threat thrust self-respect into her heart, forcing her forward.

"Strip to your underwear," he commanded.

"Everything?" she said.

He nodded. "It's embarrassing, isn't it?"

Pursing her lips, she measured his words. Fingering her blouse buttons, she hooked his gaze, her eyes pleading. Held under his resolute stare, she imagined Kate's shame if she'd known she was being watched, stripping to her panties on her boss's orders. Her fingertips took responsibility, unbuttoning her brilliant pink blouse. Shucking it from her shoulders, she lay it on an armchair. Following her shame, her tight, skinny jeans uncovered her legs, revealing her skimpy panties.

Her bubblegum pink, unlined cotton bralette contoured over her breasts, its delicate lace trim providing pretty detail. Her matching low-rise cotton thong panties afforded minimal coverage, their exquisite lace waist band shooting around her slim hips as plain pink cotton plunged over her sex.

Standing before her two bosses in her underwear, powerless to prevent her shame, humiliation flowed through her core, forming surprise strength. Her uncomfortable position was appropriate. She'd sullied Kate's kindness, violating her privacy, watching her take her humiliating caning.

Thank god her bra and panties were stylish. From Savage X Fenty, artist Rihanna's lingerie brand, her precocious pink underwear beat unconsidered cotton.

"I'm disappointed in you, Belle," Ben said.

Her gaze dropped to his office floor. Bowed in shame, her eyes stole a naughty glance, remembering his stern stare to furnish her masturbation memory.

"Responsible for strengthening respect among our crew, you failed to lead by example," Ben said.

She hadn't dignified her position, or herself. Kate's intense gaze on her bare bottom fused with his heavy scolding. Held under his authority, regret flooded her, tinged with Kate's incredible kindness. Humbled in her skimpy underwear, she said, "I'm sorry, sir."

"Bend over my desk," he commanded.

Conscience of her nakedness, she approached his desk, his hard command streaming into her subservient soul. She touched the pale wood surface. Sliding her fingers forward, she sank onto her forearms. Exposed cheeks under his gaze, she softened into her shame.

"You're a senior leader," he said. "Twelve strokes."

Sentenced. Her mind wrapped around her inescapable pain. The warm cane settled against her offered cheeks. Bare, its presence proved her vulnerability. All her choices removed, she faced her first beating.

A single high-speed whistle pierced the tense office atmosphere, launching a vicious crack across her bare cheeks. Sting less ferocious than she'd feared lasted two whole seconds before murderous heat stole her breath, rising fast. Panting into the desk, expelling air didn't reduce her fierce hurt. Heat piled into her lone fiery line, her skin sizzling along its narrow kiss. Every inch of the cane's menacing promise burned fury into her once unpunished cheeks.

Ben watched shock translate into trust over sixty intense seconds. He'd caned her hard, unwilling to treat her to an easy stroke. She didn't deserve leniency. "Appreciate the cane, Belle. Let it punish you."

"Yes, sir." Respect ruled her voice.

Kate admired the stripe turning deep red across Belle's bare cheeks. Her sexy bubblegum pink string panties and bra proclaimed a sophisticated, bold woman. Her bent position revealed a subservient girl receiving her rightful punishment.

Belle's pain crested, reducing from terrible towards awful. Her bottom had received the rattan cane. Relaxing, she accepted her humble position before the two co-founders.

The cane scorched her skin. Seconds to absorb its impact, another stroke seared its mark. Strokes built her pain. She clenched her fists, hissing at her hurt. Remembering Kate's command performance, shame ravaged her mind. Ben's advice returned. She let hurt engulf her as his steady strokes sliced soreness into her butt. She'd disrespected Kate. Measuring her breaths, she exhaled with each excruciating blow, flowing with her pain as it shot into her deserving bottom.

Low on her fleshy cheeks, her lines stung worse, hurt sinking deep. Sting bombarding her sorry buttocks, she struggled to emulate Kate's gracious acceptance of her strokes. Touching herself while she'd watched Kate's punishment had crossed uncountable lines. Drenched in fresh remorse, she craved worse pain.

The resting cane crept up her thighs, settling on her lowest buttock curve, tapping her sensitive spot. Her tender skin formed a taut trampoline, awaiting the flexible rod's brutal bounce.

"Last two strokes, Belle. They'll hurt you when you sit."

She flexed her fingers, splaying them on his desk. Straightening her legs, she boosted her courage. Red agony flashed into her brain as the cane sliced into her sensitive skin, its double blow undetectable in its ferocious reign of fire. She bit her lip, determined not to weaken. Energy formed during the cruel rod's fast whip towards her bottom exploded her last stroke into her sensitive skin, flaring flames in her raging inferno. Powerless to suppress her unmitigated anguish, she cried. "I'm sorry, Kate, so very sorry."

"It's over, Belle," Ben said. "You may stand."

Tiny tears threatening her poise, she stood, her bottom providing pain she'd never imagined. Her steps shaky, she approached Kate. "You've been kind tonight when I deserved your disdain. I'm sorry."

"That was a tough caning. I respect you, and forgive you."

"Thank you."

Belle's heart handled her bottom as she approached Ben. "I'm sorry my conduct was unbecoming. Thank you for caning me. I needed punishing."

He smiled. "You're forgiven. I hope your experience helps you guide our team well. Sending Jenna to me showed extraordinary wisdom."

Belle smiled at the concrete sidewalk. A chastened young woman, having to walk home sore, her painful predicament boosted her self-respect. City blocks beat metro seats or her usual car service, her beaten bottom bringing fresh spring to her sore steps.

Arriving at their penthouse before her boyfriend, she dove into the bathroom, her navy pajamas in hand. Stripping, she kept her bubblegum pink lingerie. Seeing herself in the mirror, she appreciated the humble pink view she'd presented to Ben during her scolding. Plunging her hand into her bright panties, she twisted.

Ben's calculated precision marked her bare cheeks. Even-spaced red welts lined her bottom. She brushed a stripe. Her fingers fired fierce pain, stabbing pleasure against her keen finger. Her harsh punishment visible, her clit dared her finger, threatening to come at her slightest touch. Roaring ahead, unrestrained, she caressed her stripes, acknowledging their righteous need to exist, plunging herself into a pit of profound humility. Her violent climax sank her to her knees. Landing on the white shaggy shower mat, orgasms thundered through her devoted sex.

She had a caned bottom. Deep pain reminded her. Respect for her shameful situation drove her to her feet. Imagining her thrashed bottom under Kate's view, she shuddered, her clit urging her finger in frenzied action. Tracing the seething agony along her lowest cheeks, she admired its ruthless application. Hurting beyond words, it had tested her obedience.

Stripping off her pink perfection, she lay on the bathroom floor, her cheeks blazing into the hard surface. Rubbing herself, her nipples tingled at her touch. Her bottom testified she'd taken her professional punishment. Ben's stern stare filled her memory, penetrating obedience into her pores. She replayed his strict commands, stripping, bending, letting the cane punish her, Kate's ever present gaze humiliating her. Stabbing her legs out, she came hard, pulsing sublime pleasure on her bathroom floor, proud of her humble obedience.

Washing at the basin, she surveyed her new self. She needed to hurt. Desire for correction was in her core. Grabbing her dumped pajamas, she slipped on her navy cotton tee, luxuriating in its soft touch. Stepping into her soft, figure-hugging shorts, she pulled them up, watching her marked bottom disappear into her secret shelter. Feeling her low double stripe through her thin cotton, she measured three inches of coverage below. Turning her rear to the mirror, she bent, following her rising shorts. Their tight design favored her need, hiding her punishment.

Putting on her pajamas was the best. Clothes just weren't as gorgeous as her soft cotton. Bare beneath her thin pajamas, her vulnerability fascinated her potent sex. Her pajama routine wouldn't raise questions. She'd keep her punishment secret if she kept her boyfriend's hands off her bottom.

Kate called their car service for the quick trip home. Relaxing into her black leather seat, Jenna and Belle occupied her thoughts.

Ben observed her quietness, leaving her undisturbed. She'd taken the news of him caning Jenna in her stride, and watched Belle's tough punishment. He hoped neither had upset her. Arriving at their apartment, he chopped Chorizo sausages, flinging slices into a skillet. Mixing cilantro, chickpeas, lime and yogurt, he added it to his spicy sausage, mashing the chickpeas as he stirred it together. Spreading yoghurt on four wraps, he slid his spicy filling into each wrap.

Eating their food on the couch, her skinny blue jeans stretched onto the coffee table beside him.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Mmm," she said. "When I gave you your office cane, I considered you using it on other girls. I'd pictured myself encouraging them to embrace it."

"You succeeded."

"I suppose so. I'd imagined grateful girls valuing my advice. Instead Belle advised Jenna."

"Exceptional management. You led by example."

"I didn't know it when I bent over your desk."

"Belle learned from you and spread your wisdom," he said.

"You're right. I'd envisaged our senior female team receiving effective management lessons. It was my idea. I'm jealous."

"Belle showed admirable initiative. You provided the cane and showed how to take it."

"I'm being silly."

Placing his empty plate beside hers on the coffee table, he pulled her into his shoulder, kissing her head. Strengthening his voice, he said, "Lower your jeans. Get over my knee."

His commanding timbre directed straight at her, quivered her spine, lighting her sex. Scooting low, she zigzagged her tight jeans to her ankles, delighting in her obedience. Twisting to kneel, she lay over his knee, offering her silver penguin panties for her spanking. The subtle panty elastic didn't show under jeans. Smooth silver cotton adorned with pretty penguins on chunks of ice pleased her. Beneath her silver tee, the smooth matching bralette highlighted her breasts. Gratified her girlish panties had stayed secret beside Belle's spectacular pink lingerie, she accepted her exposure over his knee.

"You're a brilliant girl, inspired. You need your jealousy spanking out of you."

His hard thighs under her hips teased her. She shifted forward, pressing her sex into his leg. Two crisp spanks stung her cheeks. One left, one right. Pleasant sting tickled her skin, hot pleasure tumbling into her sex. Solid smacks followed, landing consistent sting as he peppered her penguins. His broad hand coated her cheeks, sound spanks burning her naughty backside. Jealousy had got the better of her. Discipline had been her office idea. It hadn't happened as she'd imagined, but better. Spanking below her panty line, he reinforced her thoughts. Heavy spanks spread sting across her bottom, her penguins taking their toll for her resentment. Humbled over his knee, pain diffused her jealousy.

"You're better than petty jealousy," he said.

Told off, tears teetered. His open palm rained hard spanks on her bare thighs. Sting built into blazing heat. Her tender inner thighs exploded into a fiery furnace under his strong male hand. Tears fell. Sobbing for her silliness, relief flowed through her pain.

"Let these hurt you," he ordered.

She nodded. Crying under his hard palm, ten sincere smacks stung her sensitive thighs. Her legs on fire, he landed ten spanks to her bottom. Caressing her back, he whispered, "I love you, Kate."

Stinging, she rolled. Her bleary eyes met his. "I love you too."

Picked up and tucked into his chest, he carried her to their bed, placing her and easing off her jeans. Stinging on the sheet, she pulled off her tee, revealing all her penguins.

"Beautiful," he groaned, as he stripped.

Smiling, she stretched, luxuriating under his gaze.

As his hard body settled on hers, she said, "I needed that. Thank you."

"I love spanking you," he said.

Reaching behind, he freed her breasts, dropping half her penguins on the floor. Leaving her panties in place, he pulled them aside, sliding deep inside her moist sex.

Held upon his hardness, she adored his understanding. Her innocent girly panties, penetrated by his power, merged into her natural pleasure, steering her towards submission. "Thank you for loving me," she whispered as his manhood pierced her, demanding gratification.

She gave herself, consuming his length. His hardness reached her deepest self, forcing her towards her climax. She felt his pleasure surging. Proud to devote herself to him, their joint rise deepened her submission. He exploded. His spontaneous joy detonated her climax, flooding passion into her penguin panties. His hardness throbbing in her quivering sex, tremors brought moisture to her eyes. She cried happy tears, held in his arms.