Author: Jack Crawford
Title: Sneaking By
Summary: Procrastination and falsehoods at work, result in serious
consequences for this young man, starting over the lap of the boss'
secretary!
Keywords: dom, FM, humil, fd, spank, exhib
<!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010



   Drew Sanders had always had a little problem with procrastination.  He
found schoolwork easy just as he now found the assignments in his new job
easy.  Well, easy enough, but there always seemed to be something that
would get in the way.  Something that kept him constantly trying to catch
up or causing him to have to make excuses why his work wasn't ready on
schedule.

   It was serious enough that his boss, Danny Hempstead had put him on
notice: Shape up and meet your deadlines, or you're fired!
Drew was sweating bullets late on a Friday afternoon, desperately trying
to complete a project that was due by 5:00 P.M.  It wasn't going to be
done, and Drew knew it as he feverishly typed at his keyboard.  Damn it! 
Drew thought, This is stupid!  Danny isn't even going to be back in the

office until Monday.  I've got the whole weekend to finish this.

   But Drew knew he had to have the work finished and on Mr.  Hempstead's
desk by 5:00 P.M.  Danny's super-efficient secretary, Kim Dowling, would
date and time stamp her receipt of the report and even if Danny did not
read it until Monday, he would know if it had been turned in on time.

   Then, it suddenly struck the imagination of the procrastinating young
man.  I do have all weekend!  I'll type up a cover memo and attach it to an
old report.  Drew knew Kim would stamp the cover memo and he could come in
on Saturday, finish the report and replace it behind the stamped cover
memo.

   As he delivered the phony "completed" project at 4:45, Kim stamped the
cover as he had expected.  She said, "Cutting it a little close, aren't
you, Drew?" "Close and late are two different things, Kim," he answered. 
"Have a good weekend." It's a good thing attractiveness and abrasiveness
are not mutually exclusive, he thought as he turned his back on his boss's
secretary.  Ever the efficient secretary, Kim also had a sadistic streak
that tended to accentuate other's shortcomings.  It seemed like Drew was a
constant target for her sharp tongue lately.

   Relieved, Drew partied late Friday and slept in Saturday.  Late in the
morning, he made it back to work to finish his project.  No one in the
office ever showed up on Saturdays, so Drew made the pot of coffee and
finished his report.  As he sent the project to the printer, he went to
pour another cup of coffee and was startled to see Kim pouring one for
herself.

   "Oh, uh, Good morning, Kim," he stammered, suddenly feeling like the
naughty schoolboy who had been caught red handed.  He gathered his wits and
told himself that Kim had no idea what was going on, and he grew somewhat
angry as he realized that he would have to wait for her to leave so he
could replace the phony report with the real report.

   But if he had felt guilty before, it was nothing like the sensation that
swept over him as Kim asked, "Get that report finished yet, Drew?" She eyed
him closely as Drew squirmed and nearly dropped the pot of coffee.  He
didn't seem to want, or be able, to answer, so Kim continued.  "I'm not as
stupid as you seem to think.  I looked through the report you gave to me
yesterday and we both know that you didn't meet the deadline." She paused
to let the realization sink in before continuing.  "Mr.  Hempstead will be
so disappointed at having to let you go, but you know what he said."

   "C'mon, Kim," argued Drew.  "I've got the whole thing done, and I only
have to replace it for the one I gave you yesterday.  Cut me some slack,
okay?" He was clearly upset and nervous.  Kim liked the feeling of power
she had.

   "No, Drew, it is definitely not okay," she rebuked.  "I am disappointed
that you have not learned better work habits, especially since you are so
bright and talented.  But, more important, I am really upset that you tried
to slip something past me." She placed her hands on her hips, then wagged
an accusatory finger at him.  "I am very disappointed in you and I am very
upset with what you must think of me!"

   "Please, Kim!  If Danny finds out I was late again, it'll cost me my
job!" he begged.  "Can't we work this out?"

   She looked at him thoughtfully.  He was upset, concerned, and, yes,
there was a trace of moisture in his eyes as he appeared close to losing
control of his emotions.  He made a plaintive, "Please, Kim!" again as she
let him continue to squirm like a worm on a hook.

   "Well," she said thoughtfully, looking at the ceiling as if receiving
divine guidance.  "There is only one thing to do if you don't want to be
fired."

   "Anything!" promised Drew, his hopes soaring now that she had opened the
door to an opportunity.  "I'll do anything to make this up.  What can I
do?"

   "You can learn your lesson like any other naughty little boy, Drew," she
announced flatly.  "When naughty boys misbehave, they have their naughty,
little bottom spanked." Kim let no expression cross her face, even though
she was delighted by the shocked look that immediately registered in Drew's
eyes.  "I suspect that a spanking, judiciously applied to your bare bottom
is something that would have benefited you years ago, and it's something
that you desperately need now!"

   "But..." he protested.

   "No 'buts'," she interrupted.  "I'll be in Danny's office for the next
five minutes.  If you want to keep your job, you get in there before I
leave.  If you miss me, it's too late and you can plan on receiving your
final paycheck on Monday." She whipped around and left him standing in the
coffee room, dumbfounded.  He was shocked and couldn't even call out to her
to protest.

   Drew could not remember the last time he had been spanked at home,
although he remembered that he had been spanked on occasion.  He was 25
years old, well past spanking age, he thought.  But, the image of Kim's
lithe body stirred his imagination.  Bare bottomed?  he thought.  He could
imagine lying naked over her supple thighs with her fondling and spanking
his naked hindquarters.  Kim may dress down at work, but the knockout body
she had could not be completely concealed.  Even though she was eight years
older than Drew, he found her very attractive.

   Though his libido awakened, Drew also realized that he deserved a good
spanking.  The revelation was similar to a light coming on suddenly in a
dark room.  It startled him that he had made that realization, especially
since he now recognized that he had a spanking coming for a long time.  His
procrastination was a problem, and one that Drew knew he had to cure.  It
just seemed like he could address it some other day, and now, for some
reason, he knew today was the day he started to deal with it.

   He knew he deserved the spanking.  He also felt he needed one.  The
constant corner cutting, making of excuses, and the disappointed looks he
had received from his boss, coworkers and former teachers had gnawed at his
conscience for a long while.  I guess today is the day, he shrugged.  Drew
put down the coffee cup and went to Danny's office.  The door was closed
and he knocked on it, hoping he wasn't too late.

   "Come in," called Kim from the office.  Drew opened the door and entered
the room, at once relieved that he hadn't missed her, but apprehensive
about his impending spanking.  How would he take it?  Would it hurt?  Is
she really going to give it to me on my bare ass?

   Drew approached Danny's large desk, behind which Kim was seated.  "I'm
pleased that common sense prevailed, Drew," remarked the seated beauty.  It
was then that Drew noticed Kim had come in that Saturday in her usual
business attire, a conservative dark business suit.  Her skirt barely
reached her knees, though and Drew eyed her crossed legs.  Her normal
business dress seemed odd to him, incongruous with the normally casual
Saturday, but somehow pertinent to the task she was about to perform.

   He stood nervously in front of the desk, unable to look Kim, and unable
to focus on any one object.  His eyes darted about the room, hands
fidgeting by his side as he tapped his fingers on his thighs.  The room was
deathly quiet for several minutes until Kim launched into scathing summary
of his shortcomings.  She harangued and scolded Drew for a full five
minutes, fully enjoying his growing discomfort.  When she finished, Drew
felt every bit the naughty 10 year old boy waiting for the spanking he
deserved, desperately wishing to get it started on over with.

   "I hope you remember everything I had to say, young man," she concluded.
"The time for talk is over!  I want you to remove your shoes, socks and
pants.  You can put them in the closet." She indicated the far wall where
the closet was located and leaned back in the large leather desk chair and
watched Drew scurry to comply with her command.

   As he closed the closet door, having placed all but his shorts and
T-shirt in the closet, Kim told him to move one of the side chairs that
faced the desk and place it out of the way by a wall.  A single, sturdy
straight back chair, armless, of course, now stood in front of the large
desk.  It was a lonely sentinel beckoning the naughty Drew, a lonely symbol
of the punishment to come.

   Kim walked around the desk and sat on the chair, crooking her finger
towards Drew to indicate where he was wanted.  "It's bottoms up time, young
man," she announced, grasping his wrist and pulling him unceremoniously
over her lap.  He was positioned to her liking, thrilled at the close
contact with the beautiful older woman, but embarrassed at being in the
time honored position for correction.

   Her lecture had been completed, so Kim set right to the task of
punishing Drew.  Her right hand raised and came crashing down on the seat
of his shorts, then again and again.  Her palm fell in a steady rhythm,
that Drew found warming ....  the heat in his bottom started to increase,
but there was another warmth that surround him.  It was sexual glow and
attraction, as well as a more universal feeling of caring.  That's it, he
thought to himself, stoically accepting his punishment, Kim is the first
person in a long time that has done something for me because she cares.

   The warm caring feeling slipped from his thoughts as he felt Kim slip
her fingers beneath the waistband of his undershorts and slip them down to
his knees.  "Oh, God!" he groaned.  "This is so humiliating!"

   "Then maybe you'll remember this lesson a little longer," Kim exclaimed
as she renewed the brisk hand spanking.  Now the spanks were clear and
sharp, no longer muffled by the thin cotton of his shorts.  Not only was
the sound of each spank sharper, but the physical impression was also
sharper and more intense.  Drew could feel the difference immediately.

   Trying to remain stoic and silent, Drew still found it difficult to
remain motionless over Kim's lap.  The spanking was becoming ever more
painful as her surprisingly hard hand found its target spank after spank.
He squirmed we each sharp slap, wincing at the loudness and clarity of each
spank.  If someone else is in the building, he thought, they'll know
exactly what is going on in here!  Immediately he became fearful of being
discovered.

   His fear became nearly unmanageable as Kim ordered him up and off her
lap.  "Put your nose in the corner," she ordered, "and think about what
you've done to earn this spanking." He reached down for his shorts, but she
stopped him.  "Don't touch those!" she threatened in a voice that had a
terrifying edge to it.  "Leave them where they are and leave your hands at
your sides.  No rubbing!" Drew stood in the corner feeling foolish and
frightened.  He knew his bright red bottom was on display, and with his
shorts around his knees, he felt more exposed than if he had been naked. 
He thought about the spanking and was pretty pleased with how he had taken
it.  Sure, his bottom ached, a dull throbbing clearly felt.  But, he had
not cried out and he could already feel the throbbing subside.

   He was startled when Kim whispered into his ear, having silently sneaked
up on him.  "It's not over, yet, young man.  You have the real punishment
still to come." She warned him not to move and he heard her leave the
office.

   Drew stood in the lonely corner, unmoving, for 10 or 15 minutes before
Kim returned.  She ordered him back to his position over her lap and when
he turned to approach the chair he saw that she was already seated.  He
hustled to comply with her order, but it wasn't until he was lowering
himself over her lap that he noticed the dark brown hairbrush that Kim had
firmly clasped in her hand.  He hesitated when he saw the brush, but Kim
pushed him into his spanking position.

   This time, Kim draped her right leg over his thighs and took his right
hand and pressed it firmly into the small of his back.  She squeezed her
leg and his wrist, settling him firmly into place.  "Now you're going to
discover what a real bottom blistering is, Drew," she warned.  "Don't even
think about getting up or struggling, because you'll only make it worse for
yourself." She brought the hairbrush down crisply, stinging his right
bottom cheek then again quickly stinging his left cheek.

   The searing pain was instant and incredible.  Drew gasped at the
suddenness of the pain now realizing just how heavy the hairbrush was.  It
also felt much larger than it appeared as he felt two more quick spanks,
then two more.  He grunted audibly with each spank, cursing his naivete at
believing the spanking was over.

   Another half dozen spanks with the brush and Drew was squirming with
each groan of pain.  It was then that Kim remembered something.  "Drew,
it's okay to cry," she advised him.  He felt ashamed at the possibility she
might actually reduce him to tears as she confirmed his worst fears.  "And,
you will cry like the naughty little boy you are before I let you up."

   Now that the promise had been made, Kim resumed her task with a greater
purpose.  The results were instantly noticeable as Drew began to beg and
plead to be let up.  Unfortunately for him, each time he implored her to
stop, he only motivated her to spank him harder and faster.  Recognizing
that she was not going to give up, Drew struggled furiously to free
himself.

   But he did not succeed.  Kim had him firmly in place and Drew was going
nowhere until she decided the spanking was over.  His struggling did result
in Kim giving him a few well placed swats on the back of his thighs which
caused him to howl in pain.  It also made him stop struggling and she
returned to the larger, more appropriate target that was perched atop her
lap.

   Kim watched with fascination as Drew tried to maintain control and keep
from crying.  She watched his bottom bounce with each spank, turning bright
red, then taking on a bluish purple haze where particularly nasty strokes
had kissed his bottom.  Each new spank caused the colored surface to turn a
bright white, but only briefly as the color quickly returned in a more
intense shade.

   Finally, Drew broke down and began sobbing and crying big crocodile
tears.  Kim felt his body go limp over her lap as she continued to spank.
Now the only motion she felt were the tremors of sobbing that racked his
body.  She stopped spanking and held him in place, uncertain he even knew
she had stopped.

   As he gained control over the tears, Kim let him up and directed him to
the corner.  As he placed his nose in the corner and let his hands dangle
at his side, she gave him his final instructions.  "Drew, you stay put with
your nose in the corner until you think you can behave yourself and meet
deadlines.  Only then may you get dressed and leave." He heard her open the
door, then stop and call back to him.  "And don't forget to put the real
project with the cover letter.  I left it on my desk." 
