Emily was eagerly at work in the large meeting room. She’d placed paper copies with short meeting notes at each seat for every attendant, as well as a small notepad and pen so that they might make notes. She’d placed several water bottles at the center of the table and provided glasses for everyone, and the coffee-machine in the kitchen was already heating up for those who wanted a hot drink instead. She’d even provided some snacks in case anyone got hungry. She’d been at share-holder meetings like this one before, and knew it could take hours.  

It wasn’t this long, probably boring, meeting that made her this eager however. It was what was planned after. Her boss had asked her to attend this meeting so that she could take notes for him, but it was the asterisk in the invitation email that had made her heart flutter. Michael had told her she’d have to stay a bit longer after the meeting, so they could discuss her ‘recent behavior’.  

Emily wasn’t a bad employee, she wasn’t lazy, she made little mistakes and strived for excellence, she didn’t arrive late too often and acted respectfully, her behavior wasn’t any less appropriate than that of any other employee at the company. Her ‘recent behavior’ was just a catch-all phrase her boss used when he wanted to spank her naughty, submissive bottom.  

Michael had spanked her before, quite regularly even, ever since finding out about her submissive fantasies, though that’s another story. He’d invite Emily into his office, scold her for her minute short-comings and made her bend over his desk to redden her behind.  

Emily longingly accepted her boss’ discipline, taking delight in their secretive relationship and living out her fantasies. The submission under Michael’s dominance, the roleplaying as a naughty girl, the pain he inflicted on her backside, the embarrassment of being disciplined by her boss, the secrecy of hiding her red bottom as she squirmed in her office chair, it all combined into an arousing, erotic fantasy that made her choose this career over any promotion she might get elsewhere.  

On average, Michael invited Emily into his office for some well-needed discipline about once or twice a week. Emily always eagerly awaited these summons and loved the amount of control her boss had over her, that he might call on her any time he pleased. Yet when an invitation took too long, Emily didn’t hesitate to remind her boss it had been a while, or request an audience herself. She was just as eager for their meetings as Michael was. One time, she’d even been so audacious as to plan such a meeting directly into her boss’ calendar herself. Michael had made her pay for that with an extraordinarily sore bottom.  

Today, she knew, the knowledge that her backside would soon be red, sore and stinging, was what would help her get through the long, boring meeting.  

  

Emily had just finished setting up when her boss entered the meeting room. She turned to face him, her eyes darting from his face to his strong, masculine hands, imagining how they would soon make her squeal and moan. She blushed, trying to compose herself and remind herself that there was first a lengthy, arduous meeting to get through.  

“I see you’re done setting up,” Michael said.  

Emily nodded, “Yes, Sir,” she tried to force down her blush, but couldn’t, she was already in submissive mode.  

“There’s a small change of plans,” her boss said, “I won’t have time after the meeting for our plans, something’s come up that requires my attention.”  

Emily’s mood immediately plunged, she’d been looking forward to this. Yet she knew that if her boss said it was important, he was telling the truth, he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to discipline her backside for anything frivolous.  

“That’s a shame,” she replied, trying to hide her disappointment.  

“Our guests shouldn’t arrive for another fifteen minutes or so,” her boss continued, “I could give you a shortened version of what I wanted to discuss with you now; or perhaps we can meet up later, say at my place?”  

Emily’s excitement jumped back, as well as the blush on her face. Yet she also felt some apprehension, it wasn’t the first time Michael had proposed they take her discipline outside his office. She knew what he was hoping for, if she’d agree to letting him take her home with him and spank her in the privacy of his home. It wouldn’t be just a spanking then, he’d want her in his bed.  

It was a fantasy she’d often entertained herself, but always rejected. She loved the boss-employee dynamic of their relationship, which was why she received her punishments in his office. Of course, it wasn’t just discipline, she was just as aroused by their roleplaying as Michael was, and he knew it. Any punishment she got usually ended with Michael’s fingers digging deep inside her swollen, wet pussy, making her squeal with excitement and pleasure until she reached a climax as she lay gasping and moaning, still over her boss’ desk where he’d spanked her. She’d then return the favor, pleasuring her boss, sometimes even using her mouth to satisfy his desires.  

Michael might want more than that, she thought, but for her, this was enough.  

“I’m sure you could get the message across in just fifteen minutes,” she replied to her boss.  

Michael grinned, “I think so too. Well, let’s not waste any time then, we don’t need to head to my office, we can do it here.”  

Emily licked her lips and then nodded, agreeing to this proposition, there shouldn’t be any reason for anyone else to come to this meeting room for a while. Her boss’ office could be locked, though today the unlocked door of this room added to the excitement she felt.  

“I’ll skip the scolding this time,” Michael continued, “You know as well as I what kind of behavior ends you up in this situation. I need you to turn around and bend over that table.”  

“Yes, Sir,” Emily replied, nodding again. She eagerly turned around, bending over the meeting table as she arched her back, sticking out her backside as high as she could. She felt excited and eager, now that this was happening much sooner than she’d anticipated.  

She bit back a moan as her boss placed his hand on her behind, closing her eyes as she relished the intimate touch. She couldn’t help but bite her lips as he slowly raised her skirt. She imagined the view he had of her backside as the tight pencil-skirt had to be rolled up inch by inch to bare her buttocks, revealing the red lace thong she wore underneath and the matching garter-belt holding up her stockings. She wasn’t dressed like this every day, but always made sure to look her best when there was a meeting with her boss on her calendar.  

“Beautiful as always,” Michael said, “and a perfect color for a spanking.”  

Emily moaned softly as he squeezed her bare, voluptuous buttocks. Then, the first swat landed and she groaned softly at the sting spreading through her skin. Again and again her boss’ hand connected with her backside, spreading that sting all over her bottom, gentle almost, as he warmed up her buttocks.  

Emily grunted and moaned, her bottom gently swaying as the arousal was too great to bear. Then, as her backside was stinging and glowing, her punishment truly began. Michael’s hand connected with her backside, no longer gentle, but firm and hard.  

Her buttocks bounced from the impact. The sound echoed in the large meeting room, very unlike the small office where she normally received her discipline. Emily knew her boss’ office was well isolated and no-one outside could hear what might be happening inside. With a deep blush, she wondered whether this room was built as solidly.  

She gritted her teeth, bearing the pain Michael inflicted on her backside. The growing burn in her bottom made most thoughts hard to maintain, she couldn’t focus on whether anyone out there might hear them, or whether any of their guests might arrive early. She could only focus on the rhythm of her boss’ hand, spanking her tender, bare behind.  

The burning grew into a smoldering fire, every inch of her backside and upper thighs stung fiercely. Yet Michael didn’t stop or pause. The swats kept coming, building up on top of each-other, until Emily could no longer stop herself and squealed softly as the pain became unbearable.  

Yet even that wasn’t enough to satiate her boss’ sadistic desires, he kept going, spanking her bottom until her squeals were as loud as the sound of his hand connecting with her backside. Only then did he pause, and Emily was gasping for breath when he placed his strong, warm hand on her tender backside.  

It wasn’t over, she knew, using this moment of respite to catch her breath and gather her thoughts.  

“Are you learning a lesson, young lady?” Michael asked, his hand now gently, intimately caressing her burning bottom.  

“Yes, Sir,” Emily replied, though it sounded more like a moan than a reply.  

“Was there anything you wanted to say about your behavior?” her boss asked.  

Emily blushed, a good punishment always ended with her apologizing for her behavior and promising to be a good girl. It wasn’t time for that yet however, she knew Michael gauged how much more she could take based on her replies to his questions, and she was far from satisfied with her punishment. “I was just thinking, Sir,” she replied, “That I hope none of our guests arrive early.”  

Michael laughed, “We should have a good ten minutes left, or more,” he replied, “And I told John to have them wait in the waiting room when they arrive, so no-one should walk in on us, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”  

Emily’s blush deepened. She had been afraid of that, but the uncertainty had also been a big turn-on. Still, she thought, would the important share-holders even bother listening to John’s instructions and not head to this room straight-away?  

“But, if that’s all that’s on your mind right now, I think we better use those ten minutes efficiently,” her boss continued. He hooked his fingers behind her lace panties and slowly, teasingly pulled them down.  

Emily bit her lower lip, the lace thong did nothing to protect her bottom, not an inch of her burning red skin was covered. The only reason for pulling it down was to embarrass her further and yet she loved it. She always made sure to wear them over her garter-belt and not under, so that her boss could easily pull them down.  

Then, Michael’s hand landed against her bare bottom with a loud thwack. Emily moaned and squirmed as her boss continued her punishment across her sore, red behind. Each swat was firm and hard. The full swing of her boss’ arm made Emily whimper and squeal.  

Her poor, sore bottom swayed from left to right, not just from arousal this time, but in a vain attempt to dodge the harsh sting of Michael’s hand. And when her struggling became too much, her boss wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her in place as he peppered her backside with the palm of his hand.  

Emily squealed and kicked her feet, her high heels stomping loudly against the hardwood floor as she could not escape the ever increasing pain in her backside. Her bottom was burning, the smoldering embers had turned into a red, hot bonfire.  

“I’ll be good,” she whimpered, “I’ll behave,” I promise.  

Her boss didn’t stop, he might use her words to gauge how much she could take, but that didn’t mean he’d just stop at the first sound of repentance. He kept going, swinging his hand at her backside, not fast, but firm and hard.  

“Please, I’ll be a good girl,” Emily whimpered, but even as she pleaded for his mercy, her own begging stoked her arousal.  

“I don’t remember asking you anything just yet,” Michael replied, as he relentlessly spanked her sore, trembling backside.  

Emily squealed, knowing it was of no use, knowing that no matter how much she begged, Michael wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied with his work. Somehow that turned her on even more, though it didn’t really help deal with the pain. She promised him she’d be good, begged for his mercy, knowing it wouldn’t help, but it was all she could do.  

Then finally, when Emily was completely out of breath and all she could do was whimper and moan, did Michael stop. He released the arm he’d wrapped around her so that she could move and placed his warm, big hand on her glowing bottom.  

Emily moaned softly and swayed back and forth, but she couldn’t escape the firm grasp of her boss’ hand on her burning, sensitive behind.  

“Have you learned your lesson, young lady?” Michael asked again.  

“Yes, Sir,” Emily replied.  

“And do you have anything to say for yourself?” he asked.  

“I’m sorry that I’ve been such a naughty girl, Sir,” Emily replied, “I’ll promise I’ll be better from now on.” They were empty promises of course, but it felt good to make them, fitting, after being disciplined by her boss, even though they both knew she loved it and would end up bent over his desk for another session in less than a week.  

“Good, how about you stand over here for a moment,” Michael said, helping her stand up and then guide her to the corner of the room where he made her stand with her hands on her head, red bottom still exposed, “I’ll go see if any of our guests have arrived yet.”  

Emily blushed, her bottom slowly cooling down, though the pain was not diminishing as she stood in the corner of the large room. Surely, her boss would return and let her cover herself before bringing in their guests. He’d never threatened to expose their relationship before, but what if the share-holders were impatient and insisted on accompanying him right away? What if any of her other colleagues came in for some unknown reason?  

When the door opened again, Emily whipped her head around frantically, sighing a breath of relief seeing it was just Michael returning by himself.  

“They’re not here yet,” her boss said, “We should have a good five more minutes or so.”  

Emily bit her lip and looked at the clock in the corner of the room. She’d never appreciated how long fifteen minutes could actually take. How long did she usually spend in Michael’s office for her discipline? She wondered. It wasn’t much longer, surely? And that did include a good scolding and some time in the corner as well.  

“Get back over here,” her boss commanded, “I don’t want that cute bottom of yours to cool down, it should be nice and toasty for this meeting.”  

Emily blushed, that was something she hadn’t thought about yet. Michael had spanked her early in the morning before, and she’d spent the rest of such a work-day squirming in her padded office-chair, hiding how hard it was to sit still on a burning, red behind. The chairs in the meeting-room weren’t padded, she realized with a blush and there would be a lot more eyes around her to hide from.  

Anxiously, she joined her boss once more, bending over the table beside him and presenting her sore red bottom. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, or how embarrassed she’d be having to hide a naughty, spanked behind during an important share-holders meeting, but all that uncertainty only turned her on even more.  

“I hope I’m not going to have to hold you down again,” her boss said.  

“No, Sir,” Emily replied, bravely raising out her bottom as high as she could, though she knew well enough she hadn’t been able to stop herself from trying to dodge his hand before.  

“I’ll go slowly,” Michael said, “So you can stick out your butt for each swat.”  

Emily licked her lips, slow was good, it meant she’d probably be able to take it, though it also meant each swat would hurt more.  

That thought was quickly proven right as the first swat landed with a loud thwack across her already sore, red behind.  

Emily squealed loudly, followed by whimpers of pain as the sting spread through her buttocks.  

“Bottom up,” her boss commanded.  

Emily bit her lip and arched her back to raise her bottom once more.  

Again and again her boss’ hand connected with her trembling red buttocks. Each swat, Michael made her stand up straight, raise her bottom and waited until she was done kicking her feet before aiming another full-armed swing across her backside.  

Emily groaned and whimpered, her bottom was on fire, her legs were trembling, it was getting harder and harder for her to raise her bottom to her boss’ satisfaction, and when she finally got it up high enough, he relentlessly spanked her, spreading the pain through her behind.  

It was hard to keep track of the time, with each slow swat, and the increasingly longer pauses in between which she needed to raise her bottom once more. Had five minutes passed already? She wondered. Were their guests impatiently waiting while her boss dealt with her naughty backside? Emily felt a surge of arousal at that thought, of important men and women being made to wait while she received her boss’ full attention on her poor, bare behind.  

Once more, Emily pushed up her bottom, trembling as she raised it as high as she could. But no smack came, no delightful pain making her buttocks bounce. She looked over her shoulder and saw Michael holding up his phone. For a moment she feared he was taking a picture of her exposed backside, of her quivering red bottom and swollen wet pussy. She banished the thought immediately, he wasn’t even pointing it at her. “What’s that?” she asked.  

“Our guests have arrived,” Michael replied, reading the message he’d just received.  

Emily blushed. They would be gathered in the waiting room, while she stood here, half-naked, bottom bright red. How long until they decided to stop waiting and make their way here?  

“I’ll go get them, you should get dressed,” her boss said.  

Emily pushed herself up, still unsteady on her feet. Pulling up her panties went quickly, but she winced as she had to pull the skin-tight skirt over her sore, swollen backside. She blushed when she realized her boss had already left, leaving the door ajar before she’d been able to fully cover herself.  

She took a quick look at her phone, using it as a mirror to tidy her hair and compose her face, before the first of their guests arrived.  

  

Emily waited for all of the guests to enter and was the last to sit down, not just because it was polite, but because she was afraid of how much it would hurt.  

When her sore buttocks finally rested on the firm office chairs, she whimpered softly. A blush spread across her cheeks as she wondered if anyone had heard. She was too afraid to look up and hoped everyone was just focused on the meeting notes she’d provided.  

The sting in Emily’s backside was ever present, impossible to ignore. She felt herself squirming in her seat while Michael made his presentation. She tried to disguise her uncontrolled fidgeting by repositioning, crossing her legs, grabbing a pen, uncrossing her legs, turning to face her boss, crossing her legs again, … To their guests it might seem that she was nervous, the way that she couldn’t sit still; the smile on her boss’ face said he knew exactly why she was having trouble sitting comfortably.  

It was a long meeting and Emily had expected she’d get through it by fantasising about the discussion with her boss they’d planned after. Instead, she was now constantly distracted by the pain in her backside and the arousal she felt from not only having already been given her punishment, but from having to hide it as well.  

She dutifully took notes and did her best to pay attention, but more often than not her thoughts were with her boss’ strong hands and her sore red bottom. She could barely look at the table in front of herself that now seated all these men, without remembering how just moments ago, she’d been bent over it, bottom bared and chastised.  

Her sore red bottom wasn’t all that she was hiding. Her pussy was wet with arousal, making her squirm just as much as her throbbing behind. Her boss would usually take care of that for her with his strong hands and dexterous fingers, making her moan and squirm in other ways. She wondered if he felt the same and was masking his arousal much like her, hiding an erection under the meeting table. She would’ve loved to take care of that for him, she thought, if there had been time.  

While the meeting dragged on for hours, her arousal did not diminish and the hard chairs kept the sting in her backside fresh. Occasionally Emily got out of her chair, getting coffee and more snacks, but it was never long before she had to sit back down, whimpering as her sore buttocks were pressed down into her chair.  

Finally, when all that needed to be discussed had been discussed and everyone got up from their chairs, the meeting was over. As she stood up, Emily couldn’t help but quickly rub her sore bottom.  

“That was a long one, he?” one of the share-holders said to her.  

Emily blushed, taking her hands off her backside. She nodded, as if sitting down for a few hours was the sole reason her behind might feel numb. “Yeah,” she replied sheepishly.  

The man smiled and wished her a good day, none-the-wiser of what was really going on.  

One by one their guests left the meeting room, until Emily and Michael were the last ones remaining.  

  

Emily looked at her boss, replaying all the thoughts she’d had about him during this meeting, all the things she’d wanted him to do to her if only there’d been more time.  

“Did you write everything down?” he asked.  

“Yes, Sir,” Emily nodded.  

“Good, well, I have to go,” Michael continued, though there was hesitation in his voice.  

“Sir…” Emily stopped him  

“Yes?” Michael asked.  

Emily licked her lips, thinking about that idea she’d had during the meeting, the arousal she’d felt, the part of her punishment that had been missing today and she eagerly needed. The meeting had taken long enough for her to mull that idea over carefully and make a decision.  

“I feel that our discussion earlier was cut short,” she said.  

Her boss smiled, “I feel the same,” he replied, “But I really do have another important appointment.”  

Emily nodded, “I know,” she replied, “But you also said, perhaps we could meet up later… at your place?”  

A broad grin appeared on Michael’s face, “Of course, we can do that.”  

Emily blushed, the smile on her boss’ face betrayed his excitement, but she was too excited herself to pretend she didn’t want him to deal with her own arousal, even if that meant he would fuck her.  

“I’ll contact you once I’m done, do you have my address?” her boss continued.  

Emily shook her head.  

“I’ll text it to you,” Michael replied.  

Emily nodded, “I’ll look forward to hearing from you, Sir.”  

Her boss grinned, “Let me have one last look at that cute red bottom of yours,” he said, “to keep me going until tonight.”  

Emily blushed, but obediently turned around, pulling up her tight skirt to reveal her sore red bottom.  

“Hmm, it’s already turning pink,” her boss said, “We’ll have to add some more color to that tonight.”  

Emily bit her lip, it didn’t feel like her bottom was just pink, it felt like it was still hot and red. Yet she already felt a surge of excitement, expecting another spanking before the day was over. She felt it wouldn’t have been right for them to indulge in their arousal without a good firm punishment first anyway.  

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.  

Emily frantically pulled her skirt back down and turned around.  

“Who’s there?” Michael asked, after she’d fully covered herself.  

Her colleague John entered, “Everyone’s left, sir, do you need help cleaning up?” he asked.  

“No that’s alright, Emily will do the cleaning up,” their boss replied.  

Emily was blushing deeply, focussing on calming her breathing. If no-one had heard her squealing and kicking before, surely they wouldn’t have overheard their conversation, she told herself.  

John nodded and left the two of them alone once more.  

Michael then moved closer to her, putting his face right beside her. Emily blushed deeply, wondering what he was doing. Then she felt his hand on her buttocks, squeezing firmly. “After I’ve spanked you tonight, I’m going to fuck you,” he said, “If you don’t want that, then don’t show up.”  

Emily blushed deeply, “I’ll be there, Sir,” she replied.