She hesitated then said, "You have to promise never to tell anyone."

"Sure. I promise. Tell me about it."

"Well after you were born we decided we should have a house with a yard instead of our little apartment. Jim thought he would be getting a raise so we overextended ourselves to buy the house. Unfortunately after making payments for three years the company he was working for was bought out and he and most of the other men were laid off. He had to take another lesser paying job and I had to go to work. Since I had no skills the only job I could find was working for a lawyer as a receptionist/secretary. I had only had a short course in typing in high school so I was really slow. One day I typed up a contract and transposed some numbers. He came boiling out of his office just irate saying if he had not caught the error the company would have lost hundreds of dollars. I apologized and felt very fortunate he had not fired me because I had already been all over town looking for work before I found the job with him.

The next morning he called me into his office and handed me a whip made of six leather thongs nailed to a broom stick. It looked a lot like the whip in the book. He said,'If you ever make a dumb mistake like that again you are going to get a spanking. Put this in your desk drawer as a reminder.If you can't handle the idea I will accept your resignation. There are a lot of women looking for work.'

I just couldn't lose the job. We needed every penney of my salary and I had too much pride to tell Jim I had been fired for incompetence. Just by accepting the whip I knew I was committing myself to a whipping eventually but I didn't think I had a choice and now that I look back on it I realize the possibility excited me.

A few days later I brought in a letter for signature that had a few spelling mistakes. He looked up at me and said,'You have misspelled collateral, contractual, and aptly, incompetence. Go get your whip,lock the front door, and put out the closed sign.'

When I came back into his office and handed him the whip he told me there were thirty-three letters in the correct spelling of the words and that would be the amount of spanks I would get.He had me lay my breasts and stomach on his desk. Then he went behind me and pulled my skirt and slip up over my back so I only had my panties to soften the lashes. The first ten stung terribly and I couldn't stay still. He solved the problem by tieing my ankles to the legs of the desk with some spare neckties he had in the office. Then he said, 'Let's see how you are doing.' To my mortification he pulled down my panties as far as he could down my wide spread legs. I began to get excited when he began to stroke and knead my bottom while telling me that he didn't know why I had been jumping around since my butt was just a little red. Then he started again and I found instead of being worse on my bare bottom it was better since the excitement seemed to be greater than the pain. I became so excited I was disappointed when he stopped. Then he told me to leave off my panties and keep my skirt and slip up so my bare ass would be on the chair to remind me not to make any more mistakes.

Before it was time to quit he came out to see if I was sitting on my bare butt as told. I was, in fact I might have done it on my own because it kept me reminded of the spanking and the excitement. He told me to come into his office to check for any damage. He backed me up to a mirror and had me hold my skirt up to my waist so I could check my bottom. It was not what I expected at all! I thought there would be big bruises but no matter how I twisted to see everything I could only see a few faint pink marks I knew would go away soon. I turned my head back to him to tell him how surprised I was that there was so few marks when I realized that all the time I had been holding up my skirt to check my butt he had been staring at my pussy. I dropped the skirt and blushed. He just laughed, 'Have a good time blushing. If you don't get your act together you will be too used to being naked to blush. Now go on home. Incidentally I have decided that I like you in spite of your occasional errors so I have decided to give you a ten percent raise. It will show on your next check. I was sure that the truth was that he liked my errors since I let him punish me for them. In spite of this I was happy about the raise since I knew Jim would be pleased. He was so happy he made love to me for the first time in two weeks. I was thinking about the spanking while we made love. Jim told me that a raise really made me excited."

"June.. You aren't going to tell me your boss quit spanking you from then on are you. I know men love doing that."

"Oh gosh. I am embarrassed to tell you about that. Do you really want to hear more?"

"Yes of course! If you tell me more I'll tell you about Bobby spanking me."

"Well okay. You tell me first."

"I told her about my birthday spanking but she was not really impressed.

"That is nothing. Your dad gave me birthday spankings every year till I went to work."

"Yeah but it made both of us very excited and he made love to me afterward. Did your boss want to fuck you?"

"No he never did. I thought that was strange. It makes your dad excited. I suspect he got off by whipping me since he was always so mellow afterward."

"You just said whip instead of spank! Did he go further than just spanking?"

Well it was just spankings for quite awhile. I really did my best not to make mistakes so it didn't happen more than once or twice a week. It was not that I minded the punishment. It seemed to turn me on more and more. What kept me trying hard was the guilt about being naked in front of someone other than Jim."

"Oooh naked! That sounds exciting. How did that happen?"

"I went to work in a dress with a full skirt and a crinoline slip. I don't remember now what mistake I made but I was in for a spanking. He tied me over his desk and pulled off my panties but every time he hit me I would jump and the slip and skirt would fall back over my butt. After about the third one he got tired of that and told me to take off my dress and slip. I knew that all I would have had to do was take off the slip and the skirt would have stayed up but for some reason the idea appealed to me. He seemed a little surprised when I took off my bra too since he hadn't asked me to do that. I remember I felt guilty or embarrassed or both and put one arm over my beasts and the other hand over my crotch as I stood there getting more excited by the minute waiting for his next order. He told me to put my arms to my sides or he would tie them behind my back. I was relieved! He provided the excuse I needed to show everything.Now I got even more excited while I stood there in front of him in the brightly lit office. He inspected me like a buyer in a slave auction squeezing the muscles in my thighs, patting my butt and lifting and kneading my breasts. I was getting very wet in my crotch when He told me to stretch my arms over my head. When I did he told me my breasts looked even better that way and asked me if I had noticed any changes in the office. I looked around and finally noticed a hook in the ceiling and some rings in the floor. He told me that he was a little tired of the way I jumped around and spoiled his aim when he spanked me so he thought it might be better if I was tied hand and foot. Oh God Kathy. It sounded just like the picture in my book! I went over and stood under the hook in the ceiling while he went to his desk to get padded dog collars to put on my wrists and ankles. I looked down and saw there were three rings in the floor one between my feet and two others out to the side. I think he was testing me. He hadn't told me where to put my feet and when he came back to see me standing with my legs spread very wide to be by the outside rings he smiled and said. "Very good. You know you deserve this don't you?" I didn't want my voice to reveal how excited I was so I just nodded. I watched with growing excitement while he tied me and pulled my arms up over my head very tightly. I watched him as he started going behind me. When I was looking to the side I noticed for the first time that there was a full length mirror on the wall to my right. Kathy my body had never looked that great, ever! My breasts were high and tight and my stomach was sucked in till it looked concave. I was so proud of the way I looked I was wishing hundreds of people could see me. He began fore-handing and back-handing my buns as I watched in the mirror then began to bring the whip around like a windmill to hit the tender parts between the cheeks of my butt. I was just about to go into orgasm when he quit and said. 'Spanking doesn't seem to impress you anymore. I guess I need a new target." I didn't know what he was talking about until I realized that I had made no protest or squeals. My only reaction had been panting with a few moans as I tried to get over the edge into orgasm. He was standing in front of me pulling and pinching my nipples while he waited for my answer. I knew what he wanted and I did too. I moaned, 'Yes. Spank my breasts!' He looked surprised. I may have been wrong and he expected me to say my back or legs. 'When it comes to breasts I think it is whipping not spanking.' My chance to orgasm was slipping away so I said quickly, 'Yes whip them! Whip my tits very hard!" I don't know how many times he hit them, I was having one orgasm after another and when he stopped to cup my pussy in his hand I yelled, 'Yes, whip it too. Make me scream.' I don't know whether I screamed or not. I had this fantastic orgasm while my pussy was burning and passed out. I woke up later lying naked on his leather couch. I jumped up to look in the mirror to see if I was bleeding any where. Again I was just red and hot with this completely drained and satisfied feeling. When he came back in I had put my dress back on and stuffed my panties, bra, and slip into my purse. He told me that I had put in a full day and to go home. When I went out the door I looked at my watch and found out it was just past noon. It didn't seem possible it seemed as if the experience had lasted for several hours. After I got home I began feeling guilty again and cleaned the whole house. After you went to bed I offered to give Jim a blow-job. He was really pleased since I had never volunteered before and he hadn't asked me for one since I went to work."