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Bruce was a guy that loved his football.  He was a fanatic!  He’d watch the college games all day on Saturday and the pro games all day on Sunday and of course couldn’t miss the Monday Night Football!  His wife, Sasha went crazy whenever a game was on.  That meant she was a widow for the entire time Bruce’s ass was on the couch.  Sasha would beg him to mow the lawn, walk the dog, take out the garbage and Bruce wouldn’t budge.  He was addicted to his football!  Finally Sasha decided to take matters into her own hands.  While Bruce watched his Sunday games, Sasha went to the mall and picked up a little leather number and bondage accessories from the adult costume store.  She came home and Bruce was still planted on the couch.  So she went into the bedroom and put on the leather outfit that she had just purchased, went into the living room, grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

“Honey, what are you doing??” Bruce whined.

“I’m taking matters into my own hands.  Now get outside and mow the lawn.” Sasha commanded.

Bruce laughed, “Yeah right.  Now step aside and gimme my remote.  And take that silly outfit off!”

Sasha wasn’t joking though.  She snapped her whip she into the air.

“Next time it will make contact.” She informed.

Bruce replied jokingly, “Okay Honey, I’ll play along.  My team was losing anyway.  Whip me, beat me!” Bruce was being sarcastic.

Sasha commanded, “Get up off that couch and get your ass into the bedroom!”

Bruce complied and headed for the bedroom, Sasha followed him with her whip cracking in the air.

“Careful with that thing, Honey.  Someone could get hurt!” Bruce said.

“Yes, you are about to,” Sasha informed.  “Now lay down on the bed on your stomach!”

Bruce laughed at his wife’s silly new role playing but at the same time he was a bit excited.  They hadn’t had much sex lately and they’re marriage was getting a bit dull.  In hopes that he’d get a little action, he laid down spread eagle on his stomach.

Sasha handcuffed Bruce’s hands to the headboard and tied his legs to the bedposts.  Bruce felt helpless, he couldn’t move and he was in a very vulnerable position.  Sasha warned him one more time:

“If you don’t do the chores I want you to do, you’re going to get a little punishment,” she said.  “Now are you going to comply and mow the lawn today?”
“Honey, you know my big game is on this afternoon.  Maybe I can do it next…….” Bruce started.

WHAP!  Sasha cracked her whip on Bruce’s ass.

“OWW!  What did ya do that for?” Bruce hollered.

“Now I told you.  You have to comply or suffer your punishment,” Sasha explained.

“But that hurt!” Bruce whined.

“There’s plenty more where that came from.  Now are you going to mow the lawn if I untie you?” Sasha queried.

“No!  Not if you’re gonna be a bitch about it!” Bruce was starting to get mad.

WHAP!  Another crack on his ass.

“OOOWWW!” Bruce screamed.

“Now I see this is going nowhere.  I’m gonna have to just give you the punishment you deserve,” Sasha said.

Sasha went back to her bag of goodies that she bought and pulled out a big, thick wooden paddle.  She placed it right in the middle of Bruce’s ass for a good aim, then drew it up above her head and came down hard right in the middle of Bruce’s jeans.  Bruce hollered at the pain in his ass.  Sasha gave Bruce 4 more slaps to make it an even five.

“You just wait until you untie me! You’re in for it!” Bruce yelled.

“Yeah what will happen?” Sasha prodded.

“Be brave and untie me and find out.” Bruce replied.

Sasha knew her husband was incapable of violence.  They loved each other and she had no reason to be frightened of him, so she untied him and let him get up.  Then all of a sudden Bruce grabbed onto Sasha and bent her over his knee and gave her ten slaps on the ass.

“How do you like it?” He questioned.

“Ow! That hurts!” She yelled.

Bruce spanked Sasha a few more times for good measure and then let her get up.  They both realized that they were both very turned on by the events that just happened.  They started kissing madly and both took turns spanking each other while they embraced in a kiss.  The longer they kissed, the harder the spankings got and they both loved it!  They had finally found something they both liked to spice up their marriage.  After a few minutes had passed, Sasha told Bruce to lay down on the bed again but this time on his back.  She once again handcuffed his hands and tied his feet.  Then she unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down.  His cock was rock hard inside of his briefs.  She rubbed it with her hand and she felt it harden even more.  Bruce was becoming very excited at the thought of being so vulnerable.  Sasha slid Bruce’s underwear down and then grabbed his cock.  She started stroking it with her hand and Bruce moaned in ecstasy.  After a minute she stopped and went back to her bag of sex toys.  She pulled out a riding crop and proceeded to use it to whip Bruce on the legs.  It was an exciting sensation to him, for her to be so close to his dick and the pleasure of the sting of the crop.  His skin got goose bumps just feeling the tingling.  Then as she whipped him with one hand, she grabbed his cock with the other and resumed stroking.  Bruce felt both pleasure and pain as she stroked his dick and whipped him with the riding crop.  It was such an intense feeling and it only added to his pleasure.

After several minutes, Bruce felt himself getting ready to orgasm:

“I’m cumming!  Here I cum,” he exclaimed to Sasha.

Sasha stopped stroking and put her mouth on his cock.  She bobbed her head fast up and down on his dick until he erupted inside of her mouth.  Bruce moaned in orgasmic glee and the found himself in love with his wife all over again.  Bruce and Sasha both realized that in order to get pleasure, you must first take a little pain.  Bruce agreed to mow the lawn that afternoon as long as Sasha would give him another spanking later in the evening.

Mike always knew that he loved to be spanked.  As a child, he would get into trouble at school deliberately so his busty blonde second grade teacher, Miss Spencer would give him five whacks on the rear end.  However Mike kept his secret fetish to himself.  After all, the girls he had been dating were too normal to expose this secret.  They just wouldn’t understand!

Mike had been dating Beth for 3 months.  That was a long term commitment in his life! She was one of the longest relationships he’d ever had.  Something about her was just right and maybe she was even the one for marriage.  Mike couldn’t keep his mind off of her, he thought about her 24 hours a day no matter what mundane chore he was undertaking.

Beth was set to come over at 7:00 for an evening at Mike’s Apartment.  They had been sleeping over at each other’s apartments for a couple months now but they just hadn’t made that commitment to move in together just yet.  At 7:15 Beth arrived.  They embraced in a kiss and then went in the living room to watch television and snuggle on the couch.  Around 10:30, Mike suggested they turn in for the night because they both had to get up for work the next day.  Beth complied and they retired to the bedroom.

Being a relatively new couple, every time they went to bed sex always accompanied bedtime. The couple laid in bed and started to make out and fondle each other under the covers.  Mike was getting very hot and bothered by the intimacy so Beth went down on him and began giving him oral sex.

“Oh yeah, that’s great,” Mike moaned as Beth’s head bobbed up and down.

Mike placed his hand on the back of Beth’s head and felt her movement as she took all of his dick down the back of her throat.  It felt so good for his hard cock to slide in and out of the smooth walls of her mouth.  After a few minutes, Mike summoned Beth to come back up to his mouth so they could kiss more.  Mike was rock hard and had never been this turned on before!  Was it the lighting?  Was it Beth’s technique?  He wasn’t sure, but he was about ready to explode a load all over himself.  After a few minutes of kissing, Mike all of a sudden blurted out:

“Spank me!”

Mike felt very awkward after the exclamation he had just made.  Beth just looked at him for a second and then replied:

“You want me to spank you?”

“Yes, I’ve been naughty and I want you to give me a good spanking.” Mike smiled.

Beth stopped for a minute unsure of what was about to happen but she decided that she would try anything.  She trusted Mike and if he liked it, then there must be something to it.  So Beth stood up as Mike bent over the edge of the bed and she slapped his ass cautiously.

“What was that?” Mike joked.  “I said SPANK ME!”

Beth slapped him a bit harder.

“Even more than that.  Give me all you’ve got.” Mike said.

Beth drew her hand back above her head and slapped Mike’s ass with all of her strength!

“Ow! That’s it!” Mike smiled.

“Trust me there’s more where that came from.  Now shut up and face forward.” Beth replied.

Beth was so shocked at the words that came from her mouth!  Was she really getting into this?  For some reason, this new domination was really starting to make her pussy wet.

Beth started in again on Mike’s ass.  She slapped him several more times as he took it like a man.  His ass had started to turn red and she was getting a great pleasure from that.

“Okay, that’s enough playtime for you, now you’re really gonna get it!” Beth commanded.

Beth went to the dresser and grabbed her hairbrush that she had kept over at Mike’s house.  She placed it squarely on Mike’s ass to get a good aim:

“Now just shut your eyes and keep your head forward.  You are not gonna know when this is coming!” She said.

Mike was starting to get extremely hard now.  His groins ached from all the teasing with no action! As he faced forward, he thought of the humiliation of this woman having him bent over the bed and she had him in control.  His ass belonged to her, and she could spank it for hours if she felt like it and there was nothing he could do about it.

WHAP!

Mike felt the first stroke of the hairbrush come down on his beet red ass.

“OUCH!” Mike hollered.  “Fuck that hurt!”

“Shut up! You wanted this and now you’re gonna get it!” Beth yelled.

Beth slapped Mike’s ass several more times with the brush.  Then she noticed his cock at full attention and decided to help him out with it.
“Stand up and touch your toes,” She ordered.

As Mike stood up and bent over, Beth continued to slap his ass with the hairbrush.  It stung on his ass like a thousand daggers, but at the same time he loved it!  After a few strokes, Beth reached around the front of Mike and started stroking his cock.  She was rubbing and rubbing the hard shaft and still continued to slap him on the ass with the brush.  Mike was feeling both pleasure and pain from the sting of the brush and the stroking of his rock hard dick in her hand.

“Oh fuck, oh God, oh God!” Mike screamed.

“Just shut up and let me stroke you.  You are to come on my hand or you’ll really get a spanking to be sore about!” Beth yelled.

Just then as Mike thought of Beth as his mistress and his helplessness at the control of her hands, he lost it.  He exploded warm ooze all over her hands and she quickly knelt down to take it in the mouth.  Mike stroked his dick into Beth’s mouth as she loved to swallow his cum.

Afterwards the couple snuggled in the bed.

“I didn’t even know I was into that!” Beth exclaimed.  “It even made me orgasm too!”

“No way!” Said Mike.  “Does that mean we can keep doing it?”

“Absolutely,” smiled Beth.  “I have to keep you in line somehow.”

The couple kissed some more until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.  They had reached a new plateau in their relationship and both of them were very happy.

The whip had always been familiar to her.  As a kid, it was her punishment by her stern father who believed in corporal punishment.  Also by her school headmaster who was a strict disciplinarian, and seeing that she had a smart mouth, she was always getting disciplined.  But now Mistress Persephone was on the other end of the whip, and it was her turn to seek revenge for all of those whippings she received as a child.

“Bend over, worm!” she yelled to her male slave, Brian.

Brian bent over and anticipated the sting of the whip on his ass cheeks but it didn’t come. Waiting, waiting, waiting……why was she torturing him this way? When would the sting come? The hardest part was the not knowing.  Huge anxiety passed over his tense skin as he braced himself for the upcoming sting of Mistress Persephone’s largest whip.

WHAP!

“AAAAHHH!!” Brian screamed.

This was no ordinary beating for pleasure.  Mistress Persephone was very angered by Brian’s attitude.  It seems that Brian flirted with a waitress at a topless bar and Mistress Persephone will not have any of her slaves straying from her.

Another crack comes down over Brian’s fleshy ass. The sting feels like a million razors piercing his tender skin.  Tears start to well up in his eyes, but he’s a man and he’s not going to give her that satisfaction of shedding a tear!

“Just two strokes and you’re already turning red, Brian. Looks like you’re going to be in for a long night.”  Mistress Persephone chided.

Brian was bent over the wooden horse with his hands manacled in the front of him.  His pants were down around his ankles and his ass was exposed to the world.  It was so humiliating to have a woman dominate him this way!  His nakedness exposed to anyone that could walk in, and his penis free hanging in front – so vulnerable! He hoped and prayed that his punishment would be over soon so that he could cover up his most private parts.

WHAP!

OUCH! When was this going to end?  Brian was now starting to really feel the punishment and it was only the beginning of his session.

“This will teach you to stray from Mistress Persephone.  When I’m done here, I’ll expect a full apology, but that won’t be for quite awhile”, the evil lady smirked.

Mistress Persephone continued to give Brian a few more strokes.  Each of them harder than the previous one.  Brian continued to yell at the top of his lungs at each point of contact with his ass.  Just as Persephone came to the 10th stroke, she decided to give her best slave a little break.  Rubbing his very red, hot ass she said:

“The welts are starting to show up, Sweetheart.  That is my favorite part.  I just want to show you my handiwork.”

As she swung a full length, mobile mirror behind Brian’s ass, he lifted his head to look into the mirror in front of him.  The reflection of his cheeks in the mobile mirror startled him.  Good God!  How could she be so cruel?  His ass was on fire – stinging as if he’d been attacked by thousands of bumble bees.  And the welts were so big, they were starting to blister his tender skin.

“I think you’ve had enough of the whip.  I think the paddle is in order now.” Mistress Persephone explained.

“No!  Please not the paddle!  You’ve already blistered my ass worse than it’s ever been before! The paddle will only aggravate the welts!  I’m sorry, Mistress Persephone.  I’ve learned my lesson and I’ll never do it again!  I swear!”  Brian begged.

“No, I’m sorry Brian.  You’re getting what you deserve.  Next time perhaps you’ll think with your head and not with your crotch.”  Persephone scolded.

With that said, Persephone got out her biggest paddle and lined it up square on Brian’s ass.  She saw him looking at her in the front mirror so he could anticipate when the strokes were coming.  She drew the paddle back and was just about to strike…….and brought the paddle down about an inch away from Brian’s ass swiftly!  She was now toying with him so that he could not guess exactly when his beating would come.  She was smiling devilishly staring at him.  He was panicked knowing that he was in for a pretty good beating this evening.  Another few fake swings of the paddle and then:

WHAP!

“OH FUUUCK!!!” Brian hollered.

He had never felt such pain before! The paddle was only adding to the already sore, swollen welts from the whip.  Persephone paddled Brian several more times as he screamed in agony.  But wait…..what was happening?  Brian felt his dick hardening.  Was it true?  Was this extreme pain really turning him on?  He had never felt such pain, or such pleasure.  Persephone witnessed the event:

“Ahh, I see you’re finally starting to enjoy yourself.  Hmm.  What can we do about that?”

“Please, Mistress Persephone.  I’ve had enough.  I’m very sorry and I’ve never been so humiliated in my life.”

Persephone finally gave into Brian’s pleas.  She came up behind him on the wooden pony and bent over him to reach around and grab his hard cock.  She felt his 8 inches in her hand and started stroking his member.  Brian felt Persephone as she leaned against his welted ass.  She was causing him more pain by touching his ass, but she was also causing him great pleasure by stroking his hard dick.

As the minutes went by, Persephone stroked harder.  Her hand moving up and down on his rock hard cock.

“Uuuuhhhh,”  Brian moaned.

“You like that?  Do you like me to stroke your cock and lean over your hot, welted ass?” Persephone teased as she stroked harder and harder.

“Oh God, yes!  I’m gonna cum, Mistress!” Brian screamed.

“Cum on, Baby.  Cum all over my hand.”  Persephone instructed.

Brian’s cock finally exploded as his white, warm jizm oozed out all over Persephone’s hand.

“Uuuuuhhhh,” Brian moaned again.

“That’s my boy.  Now you’ll know why not to stray from your Mistress.  Now go and clean yourself up in the bathroom and come back out and apologize to me for your behavior.” Persephone said as she unlocked Brian’s manacles.

Brian cleaned himself up, apologized to Persephone and never went back to the strip club again.
 

18 year old Angela was sent to boarding school to tame her “misbehaviors”.  She had always been a wild child with a smart mouth.  After discipline didn’t work in her family home, as a last resort she was shipped off to St. Mary’s School For Girls.  St. Mary’s was known for their obedience training, and at the forefront of the training was Father Lewis – a man known for his cane.  His cane was so terrible, that they called it “The Punisher”.  So many of the girls were terribly afraid of the cane that they just behaved in order to avoid it.  Father Lewis very rarely had to give out a caning, and it was a big deal when he did and was the talk of the whole school when such an event happened.  Angela had heard about the The Punisher, but she had never herself experienced it until one day…..

Angela got up for breakfast in a very bad mood.  It was raining outside, and she was just plain crabby.  She wanted to stay in bed but the nuns insisted on her getting up for breakfast.  After getting dressed and heading to the breakfast hall, Angela was sitting down eating her meal when one of the nuns approached her:

“Did you say Grace before you ate, child?”  The nun queried.

“No, I didn’t feel like it.  I’m in a bad mood,” Angela retorted.

“Girl, you need to bow your head right now and thank the Lord for your food!” The nun yelled back as she placed her hand on top of Angela’s head and shoved it downward to pray.

“Get your fucking hand off me!” Angela screamed back.

“To Father Lewis’ office with you!  Hurry!” The nun shouted.  She grabbed Angela by the ear and drug her to Father Lewis’ office.  All of the other girls’ jaws dropped in amazement.  Surely Angela was going to meet The Punisher and this was a huge ordeal!

As they reached the long corridor leading to his office, Angela started becoming worried:

“Please Sister Ann.  I’m very sorry.  I don’t know what got into me and I won’t do it again.  I’m just in a bad mood.  I’m soooo sorry!” Angela pleaded.

“It’s too late for apologies now!  Tell it to the Father!” The nun replied.

The door swung open to Father Lewis’ office and there sat Father Lewis at his desk completing some paperwork; behind him on the wall hung The Punisher.  Angela stared at The Punisher and started to cry.

“This child didn’t say Grace and she cursed at me!” The nun reported.

“Angela!  I’m shocked!  Why did you do this?” Father Lewis questioned.

“I’m sorry, Father.  I’m just in a bad mood today.  It won’t happen again, I’m very sorry,” Angela replied.

“Well it’s too late now.  What’s done is done and you must be punished.  We can’t have that kind of behavior at St. Mary’s!” Father Lewis said.  “Now come over here and bend over my desk and pull up your skirt and drop your panties.”

Angela complied with the Priest, but she already had tears streaming down her face even before he even took The Punisher off it’s resting place on his wall.  Angela lifted up her pleated schoolgirl skirt and pulled down her white cotton panties.  Then she bent over his desk.

“Angela, what you did today is a terrible offense here at St. Mary’s.  You will receive a good caning for it with 10 strokes.  I have never given out such an amount, but I feel your behavior warrants it.” Father Lewis said as he took The Punisher off the wall.

Angela braced herself for what was about to happen.  She was so scared of the impending sting of the cane and she was so humiliated for exposing her private parts to both the Father and the nun.  This was the worst day of her life, and the anticipation of getting the cane was killing her!  She looked down towards her bottom:

“Head straight ahead, Angela!  No peeking!” Father Lewis commanded.

Angela turned her head straight forward.  How was she to brace herself when she didn’t know the strokes were coming?  Suddenly she felt the cane being slowly drug across her ass.  Was he really teasing her?  She was starting to get goose bumps at the slow tickling of the cane across her tense flesh.  Father Lewis drug the cane back and forth for what seemed like an eternity.

WHAP!

“OOOOWWW!” Angela cried.

The first stroke hit Angela squarely on the ass.  The Punisher was such a sharp cane that even the first stroke left a welt on her ass.  Then the second one came.

“Please!  I’m sorry!” Angela begged in tears.

“No child, you deserve this.  You did it to yourself.  Now settle down and take your punishment.” Father Lewis replied.

Father Lewis whipped Angela three more times and stopped on the fifth stroke.

“We’re halfway there, Angela.  Do you repent for what you did?” The father queried.

“Yes, sir!  I’m so sorry!  I won’t ever do it again! I’ve learned my lesson!” Angela cried.

“Good.  Then the punishment is working.  Five more to go.” Father Lewis said.
Angela couldn’t believe she was only halfway done.  Her ass already had five big welts on it and it stung like she had sat on a nest of angry hornets.  It was so red and fleshy, it was going to be weeks before she could sit down!

Father Lewis decided that even though he felt Angela deserved a slower, more drawn out punishment, he was a busy man and decided to whip her with the last five strokes quickly.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“Ow, ow, OW, OW………..OW!!!!” Angela’s voice raised as he went along.  Each consecutive stroke was even more painful without a break.

“Okay Angela we are finished.  However I want to give you just one more for good measure.” The Priest said.  “Now hold still.”

“But you only said ten!” Angela cried.  She was already in tears and in so much pain, it was agony to think about an eleventh stroke.

“Never mind that.  Your behavior was extreme.  One more.” The Father replied.

Father Lewis rubbed the cane along Angela’s welts.  He clearly felt that he was enjoying punishing these girls.  It made him feel powerful and in charge.  And just making them wait for their punishment stroked his ego even more.  Then after he felt Angela waited enough, he drew the cane far above his head, and used all of his strength that he had and gave Angela one very hard last whipping.

“OOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!” Angela screamed.

“Now that will be it, Angela.  Pull up your panties and get back to your dorm room.  I want you to stay in there all day so you can think about what you’ve done.”  Father Lewis said.

Angela sniffled as she pulled her panties up.  Her ass stung so bad and it had visible marks from The Punisher.  She knew she was going to not be able to sit down for quite awhile.  As she returned to her dorm room, she felt the other girls whispering and pointing and laughing at her.  Angela had just met The Punisher and all of the girls at St. Mary’s knew it.

Lisa was just hired at the law firm, Burns and O’Neil, as an assistant to Mr. Burns.  It was her first week on the job and she was very, very nervous.  Mr. Burns was an older man of about 60 years old and well respected in his profession.  She was only 18 and just out of high school.  This was her first job and even though it was an entry level position, she was very determined to do her job well.  In the morning, she was required to sort the mail from the previous day and make coffee so that it would be ready for Mr. Burns when he casually strolled into the office at 9:30AM.  Scurrying around, she got the office ready by organizing the fax machine, sorting the mail, typical office chores.  As she got wrapped up in her duties, Mr. Burns walks into the office at 9:15.  Shit!  He was early and the coffee was not made yet!  Mr. Burns made his way into his office and then Lisa heard her phone ring – it was Mr. Burns calling from his office.

“Lisa, could you please bring me my coffee?” Mr. Burns questioned.

“I’m sorry Mr. Burns, I haven’t had a chance to make it yet.  I forgot.” Lisa said softly.

“Lisa, could you please come into my office?” Mr. Burns replied.

“Yes, sir.” Lisa quivered.

Lisa took the long stride down to Mr. Burns’ office. She worried to herself how she managed to screw up an entry level position and she was filled with anxiety.  As she came to the door, Lisa drew a deep breath and opened the door.

“Come in, Lisa.”  Mr. Burns instructed.  “Lisa, have I not made it clear enough to you about what your morning responsibilities are before I arrive?”

“Yes sir you have, it was my fault.  I got busy with the mail and I forgot to make the coffee.  I’m very sorry and it won’t happen again.”  Lisa apologized.

“You bet it won’t.”  Burns chided.  “Now come over here and lean over my knee.”

“Excuse me, sir?” Lisa questioned.

“Come over here and bend over my knee.  I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget the coffee from now on.”  Burns explained.  “You want to keep this job, I’m assuming?”

Lisa pondered the thought of being unemployed with her high rent.  She was single and didn’t have a roommate so the burden was all upon her shoulders.  As she weighed the possibility of not being able to pay her rent or eat, she walked over to Mr. Burns’ lap.

“Lay down, Lisa.  Let’s get this over with.  I’m a busy man.”  Burns retorted.

Lisa bent over his knee and touched the grabbed the chair with her hands.  She wanted to brace herself for her impending doom.

Mr. Burns raised his hand above his head and brought it down squarely upon Lisa’s ass.  Even though she had pants on, they were still very thin cotton material and it felt as if he was blistering her bare bottom!  Mr. Burns spanked Lisa’s 22 year old ass a few more times and then said:

“Lisa, this is for not completing your assigned tasks,” Mr. Burns said as he wrapped on Lisa’s ass some more.

Lisa was hollering with the pain she was feeling upon her bottom.  She couldn’t believe what was happening to her – and by an old man!  ‘This Dirty Old Man’, she thought to herself, ‘he just wants to feel a young girls’ ass!’  But it was so humiliating! This old geezer was punishing her!  Right in the office!  What if one of the other office girls were to walk in?  She had never been in such a situation in her life.

Just as Mr. Burns was delivering another blow, his office phone rang.  He answered the call:

“Yes Bill.  I know there’s no coffee, Lisa didn’t make any this morning.  I’m fixing the situation right now.”

Mr. Burns hung up the phone, “That was Mr. O’Neil.  He’s none too pleased with you either, young lady!” as he brought down another stroke upon Lisa’s ass.

Lisa squealed, “I’m so sorry!  I’m just new to the job!  It won’t happen again, please stop!”

Just as she was begging for forgiveness, the door to Mr. Burns’ office opened.  Lisa was mortified that someone else was able to see her in such a predicament!

“Come in Bill.  You want a shot at it?”  Mr. Burns asked.

It was Mr. O’Neil, Burns’ partner at the firm.

“Yeah Frank.  Let me teach her a little bit.” O’Neil smirked.

Lisa got up from Mr. Burns’ lap and bent over Mr. O’Neal’s.  She was so embarrassed to be caught in such a situation by two Dirty Old Men!  Mr. O’Neal started spanking Lisa with quick, sharp strokes to the ass.  Unlike the one at a time strokes of Mr. Burns, Mr. O’Neil believed in fast spankings.

“Ouch! Ouch! OUCH!” Lisa screamed.

“Well maybe next time you won’t forget the coffee, Honey”.  O’Neal giggled.

“She’s sure a looker, isn’t she Bill?”  Burns queried.

“Yes indeed.  She’s definitely a fine looking young lady!” O’Neil replied.

The two gentlemen took great pleasure in getting to spank the young, 22 year old babe.  They ended up taking turns for over 20 minutes on Lisa’s ass.  At the end of the spanking, Mr. Burns instructed Lisa to her feet:

“Okay Lisa, you’re finished.  I hope you don’t forget your responsibilities in the future.  Don’t think of this as punishment, think of it as a lesson.  Now you’re working in the real world and we’ve taught you a little about business.  You may go back to your desk now.”

“Yes, sir.  I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”  Lisa humbly said.

Wiping away the tears from her eyes, Lisa walked down the corridor back to her desk.  It was now just before 10:00AM and all of the employees were at the office by now.  She walked by the desks of everyone as they were all giggling and whispering. She felt their knowledge of the situation weighing on her back.  How humiliating that the entire office knew that she was just spanked by Burns and O’Neil!  Lisa went back to her duties and never forgot to make the coffee again!