Mindy sat across the desk from Mr. Carlson and fidgeted.  She was nervous, and justifiably so.  There was a good chance she would get fired from her job.  Mr. Carlson looked over some papers, put them back into a folder, put the folder in a drawer, and looked up at Mindy and frowned.

"Well, Mindy," he said, smiling a little and folding his hands on his desk, "where do I begin?  I hired you based on a recommendation.  And you have failed at every turn.  You're late in the mornings, rude to the customers, don't file paperwork properly, and your clothing, while appropriate for a nightclub, is hardly suitable for the customer service department of a car dealership."

Mindy squirmed a bit on her seat.  He skirt was too short, coming to just above mid-thigh, and waited for what was coming next.

"Mindy," said Mr. Carlson, his manner becoming very serious, "I have worked very hard to make this Honda dealership a profitable enterprise.  You are costing me customers.  What am I to do?"

Mindy bit her lip, uncrossed her legs, pulled her skirt down, and looked at Mr. Carlson.  "Sir, please Sir, I need this job.  I really do.  If you fire me, I don't know where I will get another right now."

"I really don't want to fire you," said Mr. Carlson.  "But I am afraid I have to.  You are costing me business.  I know of no other way to solve the problem.  Even now, look at your skirt length.  And your sweater is too tight.  And you have embarrassed the man who recommended you for the job.  How can I be sure you will change?"

Mindy struggled with her thoughts a moment and then gave Mr. Carlson a small smile.  "When I was a girl, and was bad, my father used to spank me."

"Well, then," said Mr. Carlson, curtly, "a spanking it is.  You may rest assured it will not be like one of you childhood spankings.  This one will be severe.  You are a young lady acting irresponsibly, and will be treated as such.  Be in this office by five-thirty, otherwise you will be fired."

Mindy went back to her station at the customer service desk.  Her quitting time was five, but she had better do what Mr. Carlson said.  She really needed this job.  She made a phone call and broke her date for the evening, then busied herself with filing papers.  She got so involved with her work that she didn't check the clock until it was five twenty-five.  She punched out and hurried to Mr. Carlson's office.

She arrived at the office with a minute to spare.  Mr. Carlson was standing behind the desk.  He looked at her and smiled, and then he picked up an envelope.

"Mindy," he said, "In this envelope is your termination notice and your final paycheck.  You may take this and leave.  Or you may allow me to spank you.  The spanking will be on my terms, and my terms only.  And, in the future, any time you offend a customer or are late, without good reason, I will spank you.  Agreed?"

Mindy thought a minute and nodded her head.  She could put up with this until she found another job.

"Very well, then," said Mr. Carlson.  "Remove your skirt, sweater, and pantyhose.  Lean forward and place your palms flat on the coffee table.  I will be with you shortly."

Mindy slowly undressed.  Mr. Carlson made a quick phone call, crossed the room and locked the office door, and then went to his closet and got a brown leather strap with a handle.  The strap was about two feet long and split.  He smacked it a few times on his hand and watched Mindy undress.

For some reason, Mindy felt embarrassed.  She had bikinis that were tinier than her bra and thong.  But standing there in front of this forty-something man unnerved her a bit.  She folded her arms over her chest and looked at Mr. Carlson.

"Okay.  Take the position," commanded Mr. Carlson.

Mindy leaned forward and put her palms flat on the coffee table.  She gasped and jumped when she got two quick whacks across her bottom from the strap.  Mr. Carlson gave her two more quick ones, causing her to squirm.  Then he pulled her thong tight and gently rubbed over her cheeks.

Mr. Carlson gave her a few more quick and stinging whacks with the strap, noticing a nice red glow beginning to emerge.  Mindy squirmed and winced with each strike, giving out with a few gasps and "Ohs!" with each contact by the strap.  Mr. Carlson had given her about ten, and then stopped and rubbed her stinging cheeks for a bit.  She blushed when he slipped his fingers under the waistband of her thong and slid it down and off.

"Now," he commanded again, "spread your legs a bit.  Bare bottom is the best way to spank a wild and out-of-control young lady.  I like to humiliate a bit along with the spanking; it will teach you the error of your ways."

Mindy spread her legs and blushed.  She was almost, except for her bra, fully exposed.  And she was getting wet.  Mr. Carlson gave her a few more quick whacks with the strap, followed by some rubs, and then a few more.  He was not quite satisfied with the glow, and decided something better was in order.  Mindy squirmed and gasped with each sting.

"All right, stand up," commanded Mr. Carlson.  "Off with the bra.  I will have that as well.  Remember, this spanking is on my terms."

Mindy slowly unhooked her bra and handed it to Mr. Carlson.  She stood there, right arm over her nipples and left hiding her mound, looked at the ground, and shivered.

"Hands on head, legs slightly spread."

Mindy blushed and obeyed.

"Well," said Mr. Carlson, as he rubbed and inspected her bottom.  "Not quite the right glow or warmth yet.  But it is getting there.  I think a few with the cane will finish you.  Go to the chair, hands on arms, and bend.  Keep your bottom in the air.  Keep your legs a bit spread."

Mindy took the position, leaning on the chair with her legs slightly spread.  Mr. Carlson went to the closet and got an eighteen-inch acrylic cane.  He returned to Mindy and gently began to rub it over her bottom.  He teased the insides of her thighs with it, ran it between her legs, pulled it out, ran it over her tummy, and finally gently rolled it over her nipples.  Then he gave her two stinging whacks on her bottom.  Mindy jumped up and rubbed.

"Now, get back down there!" yelled Mr. Carlson.  "You will get ten.  You will keep count.  And every time you jump up, I will add two more.  Understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Carlson."

Mindy ended up getting twelve more with the cane.  After the fourth, she jumped.  That added two.  Mr. Carlson would give her a smack, pause a few minutes, and then give her another.  In between whacks, he would rub, either with the cane or with his hands.  The girl was almost in tears when he finished.  But Mindy was stubborn, and she was determined not to cry.

Mr. Carlson finished off the spanking with a good bottom check and rub.  He was satisfied with his work.  A few stripes and a bright red bottom would go a long way with this one.  He checked her mound and found that she was very wet.  Perhaps a second spanking in a month or so would be in order, and he would allow her to masturbate to relieve the tension, but not this time.  This was purely disciplinary.

"Now, then," ordered Mr. Carlson, "center of room, legs lightly spread, and hands on head.  You will stand that way for ten minutes and contemplate the error of your ways."

Mindy complied.  Mr. Carlson put the cane in the closet, unlocked the door, and left the office.  Mindy fidgeted with her feet and legs.  After a few minutes she felt herself.  She was quite wet.  She was shocked that she was so aroused.

After about five minutes, a secretary who was working late entered the office.  She was not shocked at seeing the naked girl standing there with her hands on her head.  She was a bit surprised the girl was not masturbating.  The secretary had been there and done that.

"He got you good, Mindy.  You have a lovely red glow on your cheeks.  He will get you again, rest assured.  And the second time he will let you masturbate."

"Oh, my!" a shocked Mindy responded.  "I mean, I am so sorry.  How did you know?  I mean..........."   Her voice trailed off.

"I have been there and done that, sis.  It's something Mr. Carlson enjoys.  Don't worry, you'll get a nice raise and bonus for it at the end of the year," remarked the secretary.

Mindy blushed and stood there.  The secretary left the office.  Mindy awaited Mr. Carlson.

"Now, then," said Mr. Carlson, as he entered the room, "get dressed.  Remember, if you are curt to a customer again or casual about your job, you will end up here.  Understood?"

"Thank you, Mr. Carlson.  And, yes, I understand," replied Mindy.

Mindy got dressed, leaving off her pantyhose, and hurried to her car.  She was wondering what she could do to get Mr. Carlson to spank her again.  
