I love my job. I can't believe it's already been three years since I started working in the logistics department. The way I describe my job to my friends is that I spend my days flirting with truck drivers and doing a bit of paperwork. And best of all, I get paid for that. I've got a pretty decent income, a fixed work contract, and get along well with my colleague Benjamin who works on the same shift. My supervisor can be a bit of a prick but he's never around. Life is good.

I'm working the late shift today. Late shift is great, there's not as much work as in the mornings, giving me time to do some personal stuff on the computer and chat with Benjamin. I roll my eyes at him when the ringing of the phone interrupts us. "What does HR want from us at this time?" Benjamin asks. I stare at the phone and quickly pick up. "Hi Anna, do you think it is possible to leave Benjamin alone for half an hour to come up to my office?" Clarissa asks me. My heart immediately starts racing. Half an hour? Come to her office? Why? I have a good relationship with Clarissa, the head of HR. She's always extremely professional, dressed with skirts and a blazer. I'm guessing she's in her early forties. She was the one who initially interviewed me for this position and I'll be forever grateful. "Yes, sure. It shouldn't be a problem. I'll see you in a few minutes," I answer. Benjamin is looking at me, raising his eyebrows. "Everything okay?" "Let's hope it's a big raise," I joke, but I'm worried beyond belief. I know they sometimes call you up to sign a renewal of your contract but not at 6:00PM! And signing a document wouldn't take half an hour.

Going up to the HR office without knowing what's going on, is like being called to the director's office in school. Whether you are or not, you feel like you're in trouble. And I can't change it, I feel as if I'm in big trouble when I knock on Clarissa's door.

"Come in!" she calls. I push the door open and step inside with a forced smile. "Anna," she greets, "please sit down for a minute." Clarissa gestures to the round wooden table with the green chairs in the corner of the big HR office. That's when I see him, sitting at the table. James. My husband. He looks nervous and avoids looking into my eyes which makes me even more nervous. What the fuck is going on here? I can't figure it out.

"Anna, we have received a formal complaint by a truck driver for sexual harassment. This is very serious and can get a company like ours into big trouble with negative publicity," Clarissa explains. I'm staring at her in complete shock. Sexual harassment? One of the truck drivers complained? "First, we thought that this complaint was made up to pressure us into financial settling of this issue but we have installed hidden cameras in your office and I don't think I need to explain to you in detail that the flirting that has been going on between you and the truck drivers is absolutely unacceptable." My ears are ringing and hot and cold flashes are taking turns. They're going to fire me from my amazing position because of some harmless flirting? "Anna, did you hear what I just said?" Clarissa asks. The look on her face is so serious, it's scary. I have no idea what she asked me. I was already wondering how to file for unemployment... "I'm sorry Clarissa, could you please repeat this?" She takes a deep breath. I guess she's about to lose her patience with me. Shit. I do really like her. I don't want her to think I'm a complete idiot. "I said that I think you're a great employee besides this little flirting issue of yours. So I'm offering you an alternative to letting you go. That's why I asked your husband James to be present. I have already discussed the details of this meeting with him beforehand to receive his approval. If you want to continue working with us, you will accept a spanking right here, right now in this office. If not, I have already prepared the papers for you to sign. It's up to you Anna, it's a spanking or the door." I'm staring at Clarissa. Am I dreaming? I look at James who seems a bit more relaxed now. It almost seems as if he's trying to avoid a smirk when he meets my eyes. Looking back at Clarissa, I finally find my voice. "But who is going to spank me?" "I will," she answers.

She takes my question as a yes and grabs my arm to pull me gently up into a standing position. Then she moves the chair aside and simply pushes me forward over the table, like every day business. Was it? I watch my husband James lean back in his chair. He literally looks as if he is starting to enjoy this embarrassing situation of mine. Then I hear the desk drawer open and close and suddenly Clarissa is standing next to me. She places her left hand on my lower back. I turn my head to take a peek at what she's holding in her hand and see a large oval shaped wooden hairbrush.
Our eyes meet and she smiles at me, for the first time today.

Unfortunately, today I'm wearing a skirt instead of jeans and I'm feeling extremely uncomfortable at how far my skirt is sliding up in this position. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Clarissa makes sure that I forget all my worries about the hiked up skirt, as she starts hitting my bottom with the brush. There is no gentle warm up. She is 100% on a mission to spank the flirting out of me. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Within no time my skin is warmed up. The prickling heat spreads out all over my curvy butt. The hairbrush has no mercy, going round and round in a rhythmic beat. I'm too proud to show any reaction. I'm determined to stay put, to not move and take my spanking in dignity. When Clarissa finally stops, I lift up. My knees feel a bit wobbly but I'm okay. I'm relieved it's over. "Not so fast Anna, we have only just started. Can you please lift up that skirt for me?" What? I can't believe it. I am in trouble for sexual harassment, yet I am being told to lift my skirt in the HR office for a spanking? And worst of all. I feel aroused by all of this. Slowly I lift my skirt, revealing my white polka dot undies. They must be a great contrast to my red cheeks by now. I avoid looking at James. Why did he agree to this? Was it really so I won't lose my job or did he enjoy watching me getting spanked by another woman? Both, I guess.

Then Clarissa continues. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Whoa! I hold my breath with each slap. The skirt did cushion the impact after all. This was a whole different ball game. I'm dancing from side to side in no time, trying to avoid the hairbrush coming down on me over and over again. Clarissa stops and I take a deep breath. I'm done. But no. I'm not. This time Clarissa doesn't ask me. She takes it in her own hands to pull my underwear all the way down to my ankles, exposing my naked bottom and moist pussy on her office table. I imagine what I must look like right now. How bright red my bottom must be glowing and how Clarissa is looking at me. Will she notice the wetness between my legs?

Her hand touches my red cheek. It seems as if she is feeling the heat of it. When she removes her hand, her finger tips come dangerously close to my swollen pussy. I wish she did touch me there.... I feel the blood rushing and my heartbeat throbbing between my legs. And then she continues spanking me, even harder than before. I'm jumping from leg to leg, squirming on the table. The same table I signed my work contract on three years ago. And now I'm getting spanked on it to not lose my job. Clarissa pushes down hard on my back to put me back into position as she continues with my punishment. I'm a total mess, huffing and puffing and crying out loud until she finally stops.

"Now please get back to work. And remember that the cameras are still up and running in your office. If ever I see the need for it, I will ask you to come up here for another spanking. No more flirting, Anna! Do we understand each other?" "Yes Clarissa, of course," I say. I can't look at her or my husband. I feel too embarrassed right now. I rush to the washroom to freshen up and examine the damage to my very sore backside. No more flirting... I don't even know how not to.

And then I go back to work. Back to my colleague Benjamin and the surveillance cameras. I lie to him, I tell him that I had to sign a renewal contract. I can't tell if he believes me or not. All I'm hoping for is that he doesn't notice that I can't sit down for the remaining 3,5 hours of work today.