“Look down at the list and read it out loud, over and over again. Don’t stop, and don’t look up.”

I did. I read, “I will not wear red to the office. I will not waste time contradicting Jane. I will not make Jane repeat herself.” While I read and held my skirt up, I heard Jane rustle around in her drawer. What was she doing?

She got up and came around behind me. Her arm snaked around me and removed the list. “I think you have it memorized by now, Trixie. Keep reciting, but put your hands on the table and your ass in the air.”

I tried to do it right, but she had to push on my pelvis and spread my legs apart to get me in the position she wanted. Then she grabbed my panty hose and ripped them apart from the waist down. They floated free of my legs and settled around my ankles.

“Keep reciting,” Jane said. “Your punishment will only get worse if you stop. But if you absolutely can’t take it anymore, start saying ‘I will not type letters to my friends on the job.’ Got that?”

“Yes,” I said, and hastily resumed. “I will not waste time contradicting Jane. I will not wear red to the office….”

Whack! Her hand landed where my butt cheeks met, and my skin heated up. Whack! again! She spanked one cheek, then the other, hard. I almost collapsed onto the table, and I lost track of my place in the list.

“What’s the matter, Trixie? Did you forget your orders? Maybe this will help you remember.”

A barrage of slaps on my ass, even harder than before, vindictive but controlled. My skin felt crisp and burned. I imagined the marks of her fingers on my butt, and my pussy got electric. I felt completely out of control even though I knew I could make her stop. I liked the feeling. She was the boss, and I was a bad, bad girl.

“I’m going to spank you ten more times, Trixie. Keep count now. If you mess up we’ll have to start all over again.”

Whack! “One,” I gasped.

She made me wait, then dealt me another enormous slap. “Two,” I said, wondering if I could make it through eight more. But after teasing me by making me wait a long time for a few more vicious wallops, she dealt the rest of my punishment out rapidly, then undid my skirt and pulled it down around my ankles.