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Sandra was spanked by her area manager Bill for consistently making the same silly mistake on her Work Sheet.

It’s now a week later. Has her Work Sheet improved or will she need another session over his knee?

Read on ……

Sandra was fidgety. She knew that her usually calm demeanour had deserted her – leaving her inclined to snap at her fellow workers. ‘Pull yourself together Sandra,’ she warned herself. ‘The last thing you want to do is, let the rest of the staff know what’s going on.’

‘Bye Sally, have a nice weekend,’ she watched the office door close behind the Office Junior.

That’s everyone left, she thought to herself, heaving a sigh of relief.

She went to the female staff restroom. When she returned to the General Office, Bill was sat at her desk waiting for her.

‘Good afternoon Sandra,’ he smiled at her calmly.

‘Good afternoon Bill,’ she hoped he hadn’t noticed the quaver in her voice.

‘Have you thought over what we talked about last week?’ he asked, coming straight to the point.

‘Of course,’ she answered too quickly.

‘Good,’ he held out his right hand, ‘please may I see your Worksheet.’

She handed it to him, waiting with bated breath while he glanced over it.

‘I don’t believe it Sandra, it’s wrong again,’ he said with an exaggerated sigh. ‘What am I going to do with you?’

She shrugged her shoulders, but didn’t answer.

‘I think another session over my knee is called for,’ he said taking off his jacket and rolling up his shirt sleeves.

The sight of him sitting on a straight backed chair that he had placed in the middle of the office, his hairy bare arms folded, while he waited for her, sent a thrill of pleasure right from the pit of her stomach, it went in two different directions – up to her full breasts, so that her nipples hardened and stuck out, and down to her pussy causing it to flood with her juices while her clit stiffened and started to throb.

‘Come on Sandra, it’s time you were over my knee.’

He reached out his long arm and grasped her left wrist. She found herself sprawling over his knee, bottom side up.

Raising his right arm, he brought his large hand down on her well protected bottom, six times.

Then he stopped. ‘Stand up Sandra,’ he said.

She scrambled to her feet.

‘Take off your skirt.’

Hurrying to obey him, she fumbled with the zip, it had stuck.

‘Come here,’ he ordered her. He tugged at the zip roughly, causing her skirt to rip. ‘Oops sorry,’ he said. He tugged her skirt down to her ankles. ‘Step out of it,’ he urged her.

Sandra stood in front of her area manager, all she had on from the waist down, was a pair of red nylon panties – covering a red matching suspender belt attached to black stockings. Her slightly pink bottom cheeks peeked out cheekily.

‘Right young lady; let’s have you back over my knee.’

Once again, she found herself lying over his knee, staring at the maroon office carpet.

‘I see you are wearing red panties today, is that a challenge for me to make your bottom the same colour?’ he asked.

She didn’t answer in words but her body betrayed her, making her bottom twitch in anticipation of the spanking it was about to receive.

His big right hand landed on her right cheek, followed by a spank to her left cheek. By the time he had dealt twelve evenly spaced spanks her bottom was becoming red – definitely competing with her red knickers.

After another half dozen spanks, he had to take a firmer grip on her as she was squirming about so much over his knee.

‘Thank you, thank you, thank you,’ she silently gave thanks to the gods of spanking heaven, as she became ever more aroused, each time his hand made contact with her bottom.

‘ello, and what’s going on ’ere then?’ Both Sandra and Bill jumped. It was the caretaker. He had let himself into the supposedly empty building, using the duplicate set of keys he kept clipped to his wide leather belt.

What was going to happen now?

To be continued …

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