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HR Lady (M/F spank, sex)
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Our company has a couple of hundred people at the location in my town. That's large enough to keep three people busy in the Human Resources office, but small enough that HR also doubles as the training department. None of them are the swiftest at HR, and the one who got stuck doing the training was a bitchy female who has trouble presenting material, let alone motivating people.
One day I was compelled to go to a Quality Training workshop, which pissed me off. I'd taught QT workshops when I'd worked for a really big company and gotten a division wide award for the quality improvements I implemented. Since I couldn't avoid it any longer, I thought that I'd just sleep though it.
The trainer was a small thirty-something female, pleasant on the eye, who gave me a friendly greeting and offered rolls and coffee. I was a bit early so she had time to tell me that she was coming out of a divorce, men were no damn good, and now she was free to start dating again. I suppose that being in HR, she looked up my stats and decided that I was on the eligible list.
Trying for common ground, I made the mistake of mentioning that I'd done Quality Training before. I didn't know she was a real control freak and immediately became threatened. Later in class when I made a few helpful comments she glared at me, and before the end of it, she and I were the politest of sworn enemies.
I didn't know how bad it was until a few weeks later when my boss told me to go meet the HR lady in an out of the way conference room for an "HR matter". I knew it was bad when he said "I didn't have anything to do with this, I tried to stop it, and now I'm staying as far away from it as I can."
The meeting was a setup. She had decided that I should be fired and was putting me on probation with a really flimsy excuse. We have badge readers to open the building doors, and she said that I didn't show in the badge logs as having come into work several days. B. S. When a group of people reaches the door, one person opens it with their badge and we all walk through.
I tried logic and reason all to no avail. Once I got her arguing, the real motive came out. The paranoid delusional woman claimed that I'd hijacked her training class from her! This got me real upset, and finally I let go. After all, if my boss couldn't stop this, it looked like I was a goner and had nothing to lose.
"Now listen here! You know everything you've said is a lie. You know my boss told you I was at work on those days that you claim I wasn't. And ask anyone in the class if they thought I took it away from you. You're just pissed because you want to control everything. And you're also pissed at men in general and decided to take it out on me."
"Shut up! I'm firing you right now! Get out of here! We'll send your things to you later. I'm calling security!" And she stood up and started for the phone on the credenza behind where I was sitting.
"Don't try. George the rent-a-cop in the lobby is 64 years old and has a medical disability. He isn't going to help you one bit." I stood up, blocking the phone. She stopped at arm's length in front of me, face full of both flurry and confusion at not getting her way.
"You're behavior is unspeakably childish, and you are on impossible legal ground. This is all going to blow up in your face as soon as I talk to the people at main office.
"Perhaps you don't know that the VP for sales and I worked in the same office in another lifetime, and we know each other very well. He'll back my reputation for honesty against yours in front of the company president."
Then she really lost it, rushing up to me and trying to pound on me with her hands. I grabbed them, spun her around, and pressed her against the edge of the conference table.
"The only thing that will save you now it to repent and be punished. It looks like your ex never took you in hand like you need to be. I'm going to teach you how to behave! You are going to get one hell of a spanking to learn your lesson!"
She was already to bending over the table, so I finished laying her face down. It was easy to slide her across the smooth top until her feet were off the ground. Kicking and failing her legs didn't help her at all since she couldn't get traction. It took only one hand to hold her in place.
"Don't you dare touch me! Let go of me, you bastard! I'll scream and you'll be in jail as well as out of a job!" The door was closed, and the room was on the other side of the file room, and only a couple of people a day came into the file room. And when the clerks see the HR lady using that conference room, they stay clear.
I slapped her bottom as hard as I could, and she screamed.
Unfortunately, my hand didn't feel much. She had on a tight skirt the went down past her knees, panty hoes, and panties underneath all of which made too good a cushion. Still, I gave her 5 more as hard as I could, and I counted to five between each one. She continued to roar at me in anger.
"This isn't having enough effect," I said. "Spankings should be bare bottom." She really struggled as I rolled her skirt up and got the back of it above her waist. Then I got my hand against her butt inside her panties and started to work them off of her. Getting them to her knees made it a bit harder for her to kick at me, but I still had to hold her hands together at the small of her back.
"Help! Rape! Help!" she screamed until I landed the hardest blow I could on her bottom. "Shut up. You're just being spanked like the child you are."
She still continued to struggle but with tears instead of screams. I spanked slow and hard, and lectured.
"You should have learned as a kid that you can't lie." I moved to her thighs since I'd gotten her bottom nice and red.
"Hating a person just makes things bad for you. Karma exists and comes back to haunt. And you shouldn't hate every man just because you had a bad experience." I moved back to her bottom. "Trying to control people makes them dislike you. You are not God."
Actually, I was feeling a bit god-like. I was administering justice and trying to teach better behavior.
"Am I reaching you?"
"No. Hell, no. You can't make me give in to you, you damn bastard!"
"Not nice to call me names. It's hard to wash out your mouth right now, so instead I'm going to use the belt instead." It took a bit of fumbling with her thrashing, but I got it off. Then I doubled it up and slapped the table to make the loudest crack I could.
She jumped at the noise, and stopped struggling. "I haven't been whipped since my daddy did it to me as a kid. It hurt. Please don't whip me."
"That is the idea. Words don't get though to your brain, but the pain on your bottom eventually will. You know you've earned this. You deserve it, don't you?"
"Please don't whip me. I'll let you keep you job and we'll forget this all happened. Please don't hurt me!"
An interesting offer, but I knew I couldn't trust her yet because she really hadn't broken. "You're just saying that. Now answer my question. Do you deserve this?"
"Fuck me!" Those words took me back. They were spit out with venom, but the phrase was not "you" but "me".
"You're not ready to fuck or be fucked." And I hit her gently with the belt. "Do you deserve this?"
She lay very still, then said in a small voice, "Not from you."
"You will accept discipline from me. You will ask me to whip you, and you will thank me for each stroke."
I waited for her response for a full minute. Then I applied a stroke of the lash and listened to her give a terrible sob. I waited a minute more, then said "Tell me you deserve a whipping, ask me for it, and we will start. I'll give you plenty of time between each stroke to decided when you're ready."
It took 3 more lashes before she crumpled. "Wait" she panted. "I deserve this whipping. I want you to whip me, please, Sir."
"Thank me after each stroke, and I'll count it."
I landed a blow. After the scream, she said "Thank you for my first stroke, Sir."
The next stroke went to the other side. Again she screamed and thanked me.
The third blow was as hard, and she cried several sobs before she got control back and thanked me.
I made the fourth one lighter, but she cried even more before thanking me.
I made the fifth one even lighter and she kept crying even after she was able to thank me.
I let go of her hands and she stretched them out in front of her to grab the far edge of the table. I stopped holding her altogether.
She sobbed continuously through the last five strokes, but got a "Thank You, Sir" in each time.
"I think you may have finally learned a lesson. Are you sorry for what you did to me?"
"Yes Sir, I am truly sorry, Sir. I want to make it up to you."
"Tell me what you'll do."
"I'll report that you were never absent and that we can't use the badge logs for attendance because people tailgate. I'll write a letter for your file saying that you're an excellent employee, management material. I promise that absolutely nothing bad will happen to you while you work here."
"Sounds like a good start. How about this meeting?"
"Nothing inappropriate happened here today. You were a gentleman and most reasonable."
"And about your behavior?"
"My behavior has been unprofessional. I deserved to be corrected and will accept a whipping from you anytime you think I need one."
"Sounds like a deal to me. Anything else?"
She paused as bit, and quietly said "I've never had a man take charge of me like you just now have. I realize now that what I've really needed in my life is a man who is strong enough to make me do what he thinks is right and strong enough to command my obedience, strong enough to make me surrender my power to him. I'm yours as long as you keep charge of me."
I slapped the inside of her thighs. "Spread them!" I ordered, and went to work with my fingers.
She took off quick and was soon yelling again. "I'm cuming, Oh God I'm cuming! More! Don't stop, I want it, more!. Give it to me harder, push me harder, God that's good. Thank you, thank you! Keep going, keep me going, do me hard and fast! Don't hold back, I'm cuming so hard!" She went on like that for a couple of minutes as I rubbed and massaged and stroked inside and outside her pussy. When exhaustion hit her I tapered off to a stop.
She lay there resting and waiting. I know she wanted me to fuck her, but I wasn't going to leave any DNA with her until after I was sure she would keep her end of the barging. Training isn't done in a day, and I'd take the time this weekend to teach her several ways to please me.
"Get yourself decent, and then this meeting is over. Stop by my desk this afternoon with copies of the papers. Be at the Watering Hole with your toothbrush at tonight 6 sharp to start you lesions!"
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