Spanking In The Office

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Spanking In The Office
Has your boss ever spanked you at work? If so, what did you do?
Strict Stepmom ( 1982 – present ) · Author has 96 answers and 344.9K 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?
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.
He wasn’t my direct boss, but one of the bosses. A few years ago I was working in a big hotel, and I was responsable for orders from different departments. It was some occasion and I got a special order from the kitchen, what I messed up. In fact, I really messed up the things, and was prepared to be fired because of it. It was a huge tantrum about it, but in the end the owner and the hotel-director gave me a second chance, because it was my first mistake, and till that I was doing a good work. But the kitchen-chef was still very angry with me, even weeks after the incident, although I was apo
He wasn’t my direct boss, but one of the bosses. A few years ago I was working in a big hotel, and I was responsable for orders from different departments. It was some occasion and I got a special order from the kitchen, what I messed up. In fact, I really messed up the things, and was prepared to be fired because of it. It was a huge tantrum about it, but in the end the owner and the hotel-director gave me a second chance, because it was my first mistake, and till that I was doing a good work. But the kitchen-chef was still very angry with me, even weeks after the incident, although I was apologising to him hundreds of time. I was even thinking to quit, because the situation started to become unbearable. One day, we met in the parking lot, after work, and decided to ask him again, what-does-he-want-me-to-do-to-forgive-my-mistake. He was grumpy as usual, but said, he’ll think about it. A few days later, he came to me saying, if I accept to be punished, he’ll forget all the mess. When I asked him, how gonna be punishing me, he said how the misbehaved children all, with spanking. I wasn’t very happy about it, but said okay. So, happened that later that day, in fact, more in the night I found myself in of the storerooms of the hotel over his knee, while he gave me a bare bottom hand-spanking for long-long minutes, and later bending over some table with my ass exposed to his belt-spanking. I don’t know, how much I got, but in the next few days sitting was a bit uncomfortable, and I had marks even a week after my punishment.

Has anyone ever been spanked at the doctor’s office as a kid?
Has your boss ever spanked you at work? If so, what did you do?
As an adult, have you been spanked by someone other than your husband?
Has anyone ever been spanked by their in-laws? If you have, why and how?
What did you do to get the worst spanking that you've ever gotten?
Has your boss ever spanked you at work? If so, what did you do?
As an adult, have you been spanked by someone other than your husband?
Has anyone ever been spanked by their in-laws? If you have, why and how?
What did you do to get the worst spanking that you've ever gotten?
Have you ever been spanked by your doctor?
Does anyone care to share some spanking fantasies?
What was the worst thing that happened while you got spanked?
Has anyone ever been spanked at work?
What rules are you breaking that you get spanked so often?
What is the most unusual spanking experience you have had?
Has anyone ever been spanked by priests? How, why, and what year?
What was the most painful bare‐bottom spanking you received as a child?
Is there a safe way to ask a stranger for a spanking as punishment (let’s use an old lady as an example)?
Has your boss ever spanked you at work? If so, what did you do?
As an adult, have you been spanked by someone other than your husband?
Has anyone ever been spanked by their in-laws? If you have, why and how?
What did you do to get the worst spanking that you've ever gotten?
Have you ever been spanked by your doctor?
Does anyone care to share some spanking fantasies?
What was the worst thing that happened while you got spanked?
Has anyone ever been spanked at work?
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My younger brother and I were several times. Kind of ironic since I’m a nurse now, but we hated the doctor. But since our Dad was a doctor- a gastroenterologist at the local hospital, he made sure all of us kids got checkups every year.
We hated being handled in general- our blood pressure taken, weighed and height measured, that thermometer jammed into our mouths.
We hated those crinkly paper gowns and the tissue paper on the exam table
We hated the ice-cold stethoscope, I swore they kept that thing in the freezer
We hated having the doctor see our genitals. At least we had a woman doctor, good f
My younger brother and I were several times. Kind of ironic since I’m a nurse now, but we hated the doctor. But since our Dad was a doctor- a gastroenterologist at the local hospital, he made sure all of us kids got checkups every year.
We hated being handled in general- our blood pressure taken, weighed and height measured, that thermometer jammed into our mouths.
We hated those crinkly paper gowns and the tissue paper on the exam table
We hated the ice-cold stethoscope, I swore they kept that thing in the freezer
We hated having the doctor see our genitals. At least we had a woman doctor, good from Kris and my perspective, bad from Alex’s perspective. They finally switched him to a male doctor when he was 13 or 14, several years after he started asking. And let’s not talk about when Kris and I got old enough to need to be spread open and Q-tips stuck to scrape our insides.
And yes, we hated needles. Every year our Dad made sure we got a flu shot and our blood levels drawn, so we were guaranteed to needle pokes every single checkup. Sometimes more if we needed some other shots. At the same time myself in particular was fascinated about learning about myself what all those number for “Potassium” or “LDL” or “Hematocrit met, how blood pressure worked, what they were looking for in urine..
My older sister Kris was by far the bravest one in the family, she called herself “Kris Courageous” and if she was afraid of shots, she certainly wasn’t going to let us know about it. And if she didn’t like them she didn’t let us know either, lest that be interpreted that as fear. So she always cooperated with the doctor and went so far as to keep her band-aids on until they fell off, as a show of her courage. The other two of us, me the chicken of the family and Alex the schemer, needed occasional spankings to keep us cooperative, the fear of a spanking being much worse than the fear of a shot. Sometimes we were spanked at home after a visit, sometimes actually at the doctor’s office.
They had what our parents called the “spanking room”, it was down a long hall off from the radiology department in the basement next to the boiler room. It had a toilet, sink, and mop sink in it; I think it was actually meant for the custodian, but there was no “employees only sign” on it. At the doctor’s office “do we need to go to the bathroom” was code for “do you need a spanking?”. If one of us needed spanking, the other two kids would be stationed at the end of the hall to talk and make sure no one went down the hall. Beyond the couple of “being spanked for fussing about a shot or blood draw after being warned to stop” incidents, a few stand out:
At age 7 Alex had an absolutely raging case of strep throat. We take him to the doctor and he keeps refusing to open his mouth up to have his throat swabbed. Mom tells him “If you don’t open up now, we’re going to the ‘bathroom’”. Alex tentatively opens his mouth, but as soon as the swab lightly touches the back of his throat, he yells and bites down and bites the swab in too. Mom says “excuse us, we need to go to the ‘bathroom’, we’ll be back in 20 minutes”, and takes Alex downstairs and spanks him until his red, sore throat is a pale comparison to how red and sore his bottom is . Then he’s brought right back upstairs to have his throat swab completed.
Another incident involving strep throat was me, when I was 8. I had gone to the doctor for strep throat and got a liquid antibiotic. Supposedly it was supposed to taste good to kids but, I hated it. There was flavoring in it, but it had a very medicine like bitterness to it underneath. The first dose I chocked down and then had a fit of coughing, but when it was time for the second dose, I refused to open my mouth. Mom told me I had five seconds to open my mouth, or I was going to be spanked, and started counting. At 4–1/2 I opened, and Mom poured it in.
So now I had this vile liquid in my mouth. I couldn’t bring myself to swallow it, but I knew things would go very bad if I spit it out. So I simultaneously pucker my mouth and clench my teeth to keep from spitting, but then the other part of me spit it out. The result is the pink spray goes everywhere - the sink, the kitchen walls, the stove. I think some even got on the ceiling. But most of it hits Mom’s face. Mom grabs my spanking stick from the pantry and leads me to my room, pulls down my shorts and bends me over the bed, and gives me an absolutely terrible spanking that I didn’t forget.
The next morning Mom takes me back to the doctor’s office. I’m so sick I just throw on shorts and a T-shirt instead of my usual dress, nice shoes, and hat or hair ribbon I wear any time I go out. I expected the doctor to give me something that tastes better, but instead the nurse brings out a Rocephin shot. I start crying when I see how long and huge the needle that’s about to be used on me is, but the fresh memory of how much yesterday’s spanking hurt keeps my compliant, and to add insult to injury I have to pull down my shorts down and my panties down part way so they can stab it deep into the muscles of my hip. And man, immunization shots really hurt, but this was at a whole different level. At least I started to feel better rapidly.
The next time I’m sick, Mom asks me if I’m going to take my medicine of if I need another shot. I yell “I’ll take it I’ll take it! I don’t need another shot! I’ll take my medicine!!! Don’t give me a shot!” At least this time I got it in pill form.
A couple of times shortly after school was out, Mom would announce “I made appointments for your checkups the third week of August. So we’d have the whole summer dreading our upcoming appointments. I asked Mom to please make our appointments earlier in the summer and not tell us in advance, which she did. And she actually went to the other extreme. One morning she wakes us up and says “Kids, shower real good, put on sleeveless shirt or dress, drink plenty of water, and don’t eat anything, we’re going to the grocery store”.
Alex and I knew exactly what was happening. The sleeveless shirts were to make it easy for the doctor to give us our shots and draw our blood, drinking plenty of water was to make our blood draws go faster and easier and so we could perform for our urine tests, eating anything would mess up some of our blood test values, and the showering really well part should be obvious.
Kris wasn’t dumb by any means, but she lacked a lot of common sense, and was surprised by how upset Alex and I were on this trip to the “grocery store” and then was absolutely shocked when we pulled up to the clinic instead. After our checkups we did go out to eat and then go to the grocery store, so I guess technically Mom wasn’t lying. She didn’t pull the charade again because Alex and I saw though it and Kris didn’t care, or at least pretended not to.
Our parents always had us drink plenty of water at our checkups, point being to make sure we were nice and hydrated so we could perform when it was time for our urinalysis, and to make our blood draws go faster and easier. One day our exams are done, we’ve changed back into our street clothes, and the nurse brings our flu shot needles in. Kris always wanted to go first to show her bravery while me and Alex looked on in horror. Then Mom asks who is next. Alex and I both start shaking our heads vigorously so Mom comes over and grabs a random kid- me- and starts tugging me towards the table. I start yelling “Wait, Wait, Wait! Give me 5 minutes! I’m not ready! I need to pee! I need to pee!” Have Alex go first! I”m not ready! I have to pee!” Mom says “good, you’ll have no problem peeing in the cup when we go downstairs to the lab”. Now sit down! Even though I knew I wasn’t leaving without getting a flu shot, there was something about being able to delay it as long as possible.
Down in the lab, Kris once again shows her courage by wanting her blood draw done first. Mom decides Alex is going to go second, so she sends me into the bathroom to pee in the cup. I lock the door. I’m standing there and actually desperately have to go, but I realize as soon as I fill the cup and walk out the door, I’m going to be walked back to the lab, sat down, have my arm pinched with a tourniquet, and have a huge scary, painful needle shoved into my vein. So I keep stalling and stalling. After 20 minutes I hear mom knocking on the door and she yells through it asking what the holdup is. I yell “I can’t pee! I can’t pee!. Mom yells “do we need to go to the bathroom?” which finally jolts me into action. I think Mom thought the situation was kind of funny, probably the only thing that saved me from being spanked for lying.
When I was 15 I got spanked on my bare bottom at the doctor’s office.

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As some of our readers may already know, I gave my husband quite the belt whuppin’ a couple weeks ago. If you haven’t see it already, here’s his account of that domestic discipline spanking over the coffee table . He still has some marks and bruising from that spanking, along with a good attitude and good behavior. After a harsh spanking like that, he’ll generally behave himself for at least 3 to 4 weeks. Sometimes a little longer. Around that point, I can almost count on some orneriness to start creeping back in and it quickly spirals downward. But, for these upcoming weeks, I’m going to enjoy the fruits of my handy work with the belt and he’ll enjoy a good disposition and not getting himself into trouble or spanked during this time. So with said, I thought I’d share a tip I like to use sometimes before we have company stay with us.
My husband and I generally host company several times a year as we both have family out of state who come to visit. We enjoy these visits but, for obvious reasons, they can interfere with me meting out any punishments my husband earns immediately before or during the visits. Plus, as men tend to do, sometimes he gets a little extra machismo when he has an audience. A bunch of boys get together and it’s like they just can’t help themselves! LOL While I do enjoy SOME playfulness and wouldn’t want to squelch that entirely, I’ve found that a good pre-company spanking does WONDERS for my husband’s attitude, demeanor and eagerness to assist with getting the house ready for company, as well as his behavior while company is here. For my lady friends out there who spank their husbands, here are some tips that I hope can help you out as well.
As I’ve mentioned, I end up giving my husband a woodshed whuppin’ about every other month. He also gets attitude adjustments here and there but when I really tear his backside up during what we call a trip to the woodshed, he is so well balanced, behaved, and eager to please. So with that said, when company is going to be coming over for a stay, it is not too hard to time out his next spanking accordingly. Oftentimes, it’s just a matter of postponing a spanking a week
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