Office Spanking Stories

Office Spanking Stories
Has your boss ever spanked you at work? If so, what did you do?
Strict Stepmom ( 1982 – present ) · Author has 96 answers and 344.6K answer views · 2 y ·
As an adult, have you been spanked by someone other than your husband?
Were you ever spanked by a stranger bare bottomed?
Has anyone ever been spanked by their in-laws? If you have, why and how?
What rules are you breaking that you get spanked so often?
Does anyone care to share some spanking fantasies?
Real Estate ( 2000 – present ) · · 1 y ·
As an adult, have you been spanked by someone other than your husband?
Were you ever spanked by a stranger bare bottomed?
Has anyone ever been spanked by their in-laws? If you have, why and how?
What rules are you breaking that you get spanked so often?
Does anyone care to share some spanking fantasies?
Was anyone ever spanked at work by your boss back in the day?
Has anyone ever been spanked on there bare bottom by your friend or by your boss? (I’m a girl, asking from a girls’ POV)
Have you ever been part of a public spanking? What was it like?
What did you do to get the worst spanking that you've ever gotten?
Have you been spanked in the private area as a punishment? What happened?
What is the most unusual spanking experience you have had?
Who spanks her partner for punishment?
Has anyone ever been spanked at work?
How does it feels to get spanked by stranger?
What was the worst thing that happened while you got spanked?
As an adult, have you been spanked by someone other than your husband?
Were you ever spanked by a stranger bare bottomed?
Has anyone ever been spanked by their in-laws? If you have, why and how?
What rules are you breaking that you get spanked so often?
Does anyone care to share some spanking fantasies?
Was anyone ever spanked at work by your boss back in the day?
Has anyone ever been spanked on there bare bottom by your friend or by your boss? (I’m a girl, asking from a girls’ POV)
Have you ever been part of a public spanking? What was it like?
What did you do to get the worst spanking that you've ever gotten?
Have you been spanked in the private area as a punishment? What happened?
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When I was a 17 year old girl I took my first ever job at a store “Family Christian Book Store” The store was own and managed by Ms Moa a very strict woman of about 45 years of age. Besides Christian books and music there was a case displaying various spanking paddles. Most were of lite weight wood with cute sayings and cartoonish pictures meant more for decoration than spanking. There was one paddle that I could tell would really sting a bottom. One day at closing Ms Mona asked me to remain and visit her in the office. After the door was secured I follow as Ms Mona lead me to the back of the
When I was a 17 year old girl I took my first ever job at a store “Family Christian Book Store” The store was own and managed by Ms Moa a very strict woman of about 45 years of age. Besides Christian books and music there was a case displaying various spanking paddles. Most were of lite weight wood with cute sayings and cartoonish pictures meant more for decoration than spanking. There was one paddle that I could tell would really sting a bottom. One day at closing Ms Mona asked me to remain and visit her in the office. After the door was secured I follow as Ms Mona lead me to the back of the store. After entering she sat at her desk and told me my laziness had lead to the store needing to pay the trash hauler for an extra service. I had been lazy about cutting up empty boxes. Ms Mona said I was going to be terminated from my job. I really liked and needed the job and kept asking for another chance. Eventually Ms Mona announced some form of discipline was called for, she went on to say I had two choices, termination or a spanking! I was too shocked to give an answer so Ms Mona turn her chair away from the desk, took my arm pulling me to a position in front of her. Soon my skirt was lifted and panties came down. Ms Mona paused ordering me to stay in place arms crossed behind my back. She left her office and return with the spanking paddle that was the most severe looking, took her seat and pulled me across her lap. Without much speaking she started in on my bottom with the paddle and despite my protesting she continued until I was squirming and sobbing for mercy. None came until Ms Mona was sure I learn a lesson.
Well, I actually own my own real estate company I work with all girls. And I spank them with paddle or belt if they break my rules. Before I hire them I tell them this and they must agree but they sign.

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My name is Sam (short for Samantha) and I started work in the local high school, where I used to be a pupil, during the summer of 1981. My job was clerical and I had a small corner office at the top of the new building which overlooked the playground and the old original Victorian school buildings where the senior staff offices were located.
The school was a firm believer in the use of corporal punishment and I was no stranger to the practice. I had been slippered across my panties twice by the previous headmistress; the ‘old witch Brown’ as she was universally known. I had also been over her knee several other times for a hand spanking, which frankly was little better than the slipper.
Miss Brown (name changed) left just before I went to university and was replaced by the current head, Janet Forthergill (name changed). She was there long enough to have me across her knee, once for answering back and twice more for uniform infringements. It was the usual telling-off, invitation to lay over the lap, raising of the pleated green uniform skirt and a couple of dozen firm spanks on the knickers. The last occasion, I was also not wearing uniform knickers so I got extra. I think Brown must have coached Forthergill as her spanks stung just as badly as the old cow’s spankings ever did! That said, I did seem to keep going back for more. Although I didn’t fully appreciate it at the time, I had started to learn to enjoy the experience more than perhaps I should have.

After university, jobs were scarce and I applied for a position at my old school. Having done a joint History and English degree at university, I jumped at the chance when an interview letter arrived. It was very odd being interviewed by my old headmistress, especially when she mentioned she remembered spanking me on several occasions and should I get the job I had better keep to dress regulations. She remembered the knickers after all these years!
Anyhow, I did get the job and started in early August. There were works being carried out on the old building which were due to finish in late September, well after school had returned for the holidays. Fortunately, all the noisy works finished just in time and there were the more aesthetic tasks left to finish after that.
Spankings in school were a fairly common affair as standards were kept very high indeed. Some staff preferred to keep these slightly off-book and administer them after school or in breaks. This was a bit naughty, but the kids preferred this to going to the headmistress. Generally, this would be a trip over the knee and a spanking with the hand only. Occasionally, a slipper would come into the mix, but that was very rare. If they were sent to the headmistress, punishments usually happened at the end of the day, with a bumper session on Fridays. It was always a great way to start the weekend. The pupils would line up and be called in one by one, lectured, bent over or put across the knee, spanked or slippered, cry, be told off again, leave the room, next. It was a little conveyor-like some days, I seem to remember. It mattered little if you were first or last, the spankings were all the same, I found anyway.
During the final works, there was a small accident. Some tools from the scaffolding slipped and damaged the frame of the highest windows in the headmistress’s office, badly cracking the glass, which had always been frosted. The workmen could not get a like-for-like replacement so installed toughened clear glass. The headmistress did not mind as the room was not really overlooked, except for my window, that is!
A couple of weeks later, I was tidying up on Friday afternoon when I realised I could, just, see directly into Fothergill’s office. From my vantage point, I could just about see the whole room and could see her tearing a strip off some unfortunate soul. Been there, done that, got the spanking and then the penny dropped, it was Friday afternoon. The headmistress sat down and the girl proceeded to bend over her lap, head away from the window, bottom towards it. It was Amy from the lower sixth. The headmistress proceeded to spank her firmly with her hand, skirt raised, for what looked like 20 slaps. Amy stood up, rubbed herself vigorously, straightened her clothes and left.
A couple of minutes later, Bekky from the upper sixth came into view. I heard she had been caught smoking at lunchtime. Sure enough, after a lecture, Bekky bent herself over the arm of the headmistress’s easy chair. Once there, her skirt was raised and the unmistakable and unforgettable image of a size 10 plimsoll came into view. Six hearty whacks on her panties, 3 for each buttock, and she was blubbering like a toddler.
How many more girls, I wondered. The answer was, one; Zara from the 5th year. I wondered what she had done. Again, a lecture, the headmistress sat and straightened her skirt before Zara’s bottom hid it from view. This time, the victim’s skirt stayed down. It must be a minor infraction, I thought. The headmistress’s hand cracked down a dozen or more times before she was satisfied that whatever rule had been broken, justice had been fully dispensed. Again, the girl was blubbering and she rubbed her bum as though it were on fire, poor thing.

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ItLayla sat in her boss’s office for the second time that week. She had been late again. Mr Larson was young—in his early twenties—but he was as fierce and unforgiving as a military drill sergeant and had the bearing of an old headmaster.
“Miss Farrow, I thought when we spoke on Monday we had reached an agreement.” He bristled. “I thought I had gotten through to you that I will not tolerate your tardiness. You clearly have no respect for me, my company, or the position I have given you. It’s only Wednesday, and you are late again.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Layla replied. “I promise I’ll try harder. I’m holding down two jobs—I work in a bar in the evenings—and sometimes I’m exhausted.”
“Why is that my problem? I pay you to do a job, and I expect you here on time to do it. If you cannot then, you must go. You’re fired, Miss Farrow.”
“Please, sir. No,” Layla pleaded. “I really need this job. I promise I will be better. Please give me another chance.”
“You lack discipline, Miss Farrow. You do not belong in my company. I expect my employees to be disciplined.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, her eyes cast down in embarrassment. “I’ll do anything. Please.”
Mr Larson sat back in his chair and studied Layla. She felt his eyes on her, but she did not look up. “Perhaps I can give you another chance if you allow me to discipline you,” he said.
Layla looked up sharply. “What do you mean, sir? A warning?”
“Not a piece of paper, no,” he said sternly. “I mean the type of discipline that you will feel every time you sit down for a week. The type you will remember.”
Did he mean a spanking? No . He can’t mean that .
“I mean I will give your bottom a thorough beating. I’ll make it red and sore, and I will make you think twice about being late.”
Layla felt horrified. Her mouth gaped open.
“Consent to this punishment, and I will allow you to remain in my employ. Refuse and you are fired.”
Layla felt sick. She didn’t want to be spanked, but she didn’t want to be dismissed either. She loved this job, and it paid well. If she didn’t have a mountain of debts, she could easily live comfortably on what Mr Larson paid her without her bar job. Without this job, she would be destitute. How could she get another job that paid so well? No one would take her on once they learned she had been fired and had no reference.
Perhaps I do deserve to be punished .
She had been late many times before he brought her to his office.
“Will it hurt a lot?” she asked nervously.
“It will hurt,” he said. “Though I will ensure it is not excessive. You will not have broken skin or scars.”
How bad can it be? When it’s over, I can keep my job .
“I consent, sir,” she replied, looking down at the desk.
“Very good,” he said. “Return to your desk and then report to me at the end of the day when everyone has left, and I will administer your punishment.”
“Yes, sir.” Meekly Layla left his office and returned to her desk.
She sat on her chair. She could already feel her bottom burning at the thought of what was to come. She felt anxious, but she forced herself to concentrate on her work. She did not want to make her punishment worse by angering Mr Larson.
The day went faster than usual, and Layla became increasingly filled with dread. She barely touched her lunch. She had managed to complete a lot of work and had secured a new client for the company, over her lunch break no less, who would bring in a few thousand extra each month. She hoped Mr Larson would be pleased, and he would ease off her a little.
All too soon the work day ended, and everyone else left. She was alone in the office. She took a deep breath and stood up. She turned and walked slowly towards Mr Larson’s office and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” came the reply. Layla entered and stood in the doorway. “Miss Farrow, you’re on time for once. Take a seat, and I will talk you through your punishment.”
Layla obeyed and sat in the chair opposite him.
“Have you ever received a spanking before? Either for punishment or pleasure?”
“Well, usually I would deliver a set number of strokes with a cane, which you would count out. The cane is quite severe and would leave you with welts. As you are new to this practice, I will not cane you. Instead, I will spank you with my hand over your clothes at first and then on your bare bottom. This will give you the chance to adjust before I move on to hitting you with other implements.” He pointed to an array of paddles, whips, and straps he had laid out on the floor beside his desk. Layla swallowed. “You may stop the punishment at any time by saying the word red , but be warned, if I do not feel you have received adequate punishment, you will be fired. Is that
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