Author: Jack Crawford
Title: Sometimes The Boss Is Wrong
Summary: Maria, a headstrong manager, bets one of her sales guys that he
can't close a sale ...  betting a spanking for the loser.  Maria doesn't
win!
Keywords: dom, MF, humil, md, spank,
<!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010

   "Look, Maria, you agreed," argued Tim Duke.  "Just because you're the
boss, doesn't mean you can welsh on a bet.  In fact, it's probably more
important for you to honor your promise and set a good example for your
employees." Tim was frustrated, but trying to keep his cool.  Maria
Velazquez, Senior Vice President of Sales for General Coatings and
Applications, had made a bet earlier in the month.  Now that Maria had
lost, she wasn't going to pay up.

   A few weeks earlier, Maria had tried to close the deal with Standard
School Products to provide a high quality lacquer for their use in
manufacturing certain products, most notably desks, chairs, rulers,
yardsticks and other wooden products manufactured by Standard School
Products ("SSP").  Maria had been unable to close the deal, because she had
great difficulty getting along with the senior purchasing agent at SSP,
another headstrong woman.  They could not get together on price because
each woman wanted to "win" the negotiations.  Maria was willing to drop the
price but only for a minimum order twice as large as SSP was willing to
place.  Maria's pride and stubbornness got in the way of the deal.

   Her counterpart at SSP was equally to blame, and an agreement that would
have been good for both companies was never concluded ...  although they
had been very close.  Tim Duke, was Vice President of Sales for the
Finishing Products Division and reported to Maria.  Unfortunately, Maria's
mishandling of the deal was going to cost Tim a sizeable bonus and he felt
no qualms complaining to Maria about how much she had cost him.

   "You simply let your ego get in the way, Maria," he had angrily vented.
"The deal was there for the taking!  And, you fucked it up!"

   "Shut up, Tim.  I don't need any of your bullshit," Maria had snapped
back at him.  "You couldn't have done any better and you know it.  That
bitch at SSP wasn't going to do a deal with us and that's all there is to
it!"

   "I could have done it," taunted Tim.  "In fact, the deal was all set
until you stuck your nose into it."

   "You had nothing set," Maria retorted, "that's why I had to jump in and
try and save a deal that was unsalvageable."

   "Unsalvageable?  If you stay out of the way, I'll bet I could close this
deal."

   "Oh??" smirked Maria.  Her Latin features always charmed Tim.  She
placed her hands on her shapely hips and decided to make this challenge
real.  "I'll bet you can't get a deal done with SSP by the end of the
month."

   "You're on!" Tim snatched up the verbal gauntlet Maria had thrown down.
"What are the stakes?"

   Now Maria's smile looked more conspiratorial.  "Want to bet your ass,
Mr. Big Shot?"

   "I'll bet my ass if you put yours up, too!" Tim was not about to back
down from the challenge.  He accepted the bet, then wondered what he had
agreed to.  "What do you mean?"

   "Do you know what SSP wants with our #305 lacquer?" asked Maria.

   "Yeah.  It's the finish for their rulers and yardsticks"

   "Then the winner, gets to use an SSP ruler on the looser's backside,"
chortled Maria.  She knew he couldn't get the deal with SSP and Tim needed
to be taken down a peg or two.  Besides, she thought as she appraised him,
Tim has a nice body with a great little tushy.

   Tim, was thinking the same of Maria, who had a marvelous behind that
often turned Tim weak in the knees ...  especially when she wore one of her
short tight skirts that revealed the teasing rolling motion of her hips to
perfection.  "Only if," dared Tim, "the looser takes it on the bare."

   Maria grinned widely, knowing already how she would make Tim's bottom
dance with an SSP 18" ruler on the bare!  She stuck her hand out and shook
Tim's, "Done!" She watched Tim's butt as he left the office.  "Oh, aren't
you going to feel silly draped over my desk with your bare butt stinging!"
she muttered gleefully under her breath.

   Unfortunately for Maria, Tim regularly played racquetball with an SVP at
SSP who was in charge of production.  Tim's friend, Dave, really needed
Tim's products.  Tim explained the bet to Dave who thought the whole
situation was tremendously entertaining.  Dave "encouraged" his purchasing
manager to sign the deal exactly as Tim had presented, but waited until the
last day of the month.

   It was near closing on the last day of the month when Tim called Maria
for an appointment, explaining that he needed to conclude his bet with
Maria.  "The month ended, you know," he told her on the phone.  He
purposefully made his statement sound weak.

   "I'd like you to bring an SSP 18" ruler with you, Tim," taunted Maria.
"And, perhaps a pillow for after our meeting." Tim compliantly agreed to
obtain the necessary items.

   Maria waited for Tim, who showed up late due to cross town traffic.  It
was well after closing time at the office, but Maria had waited, excitement
building with every passing minute.  I going to light a fire in his
impertinent ass, she kept telling herself as she imagined Tim dropping his
pants and bending over her desk.  She wondered if it would be better to
take his shorts down herself or to make Tim do it.

   When Tim had finally entered her office, looking somewhat glum, he
carefully set a pillow on a side chair then laid the 18" ruler on Maria's
desk.  "Uh ...  uh ...Maria," he stammered.  "Did you say this had to be
done tonight?" "Best thing is to get it over with quickly, don't you think,
Tim?" she said confidently.

   Tim nodded his agreement and asked another question.  "Does this really
have to be on the bare bottom, Maria?"

   "That was the bet, Tim.  Afraid of being spanked on the bare bottom by a
woman?"

   "No ...  no, it's not that exactly."

   "Well, what is it, exactly," she demanded.

   "How many swats, Maria?" he asked.

   Thoroughly enjoying her victory, Maria gloated and tormented poor Tim.
"Why, Tim, dear ...  didn't your mother every spank you?" she teased. 
"There has to be enough spanks to cover every inch of your bottom so that
it is thoroughly colored.  The job won't be finished until that has been
accomplished."

   "But, Maria, you just don't understand," he pleaded.

   Beginning to loose patience, she demanded, "What don't I understand,
Tim?" "That it's you who will be spanked, Maria," announced Tim gleefully
as he threw the executed contract on her desk.  As Maria stood examining
the document in stunned silence, Tim added, "You said yourself, Maria, that
it's best to get it over with now, on the bare bottom, until it is
thoroughly covered in a hot pink."

   "But, but .." and they argued for several minutes until Maria finally
gave in.

   "Okay, Tim, but if you so much as breath a word of this to anyone around
here, you'll be looking for work so fast ..."

   Tim interrupted her.  "Don't worry about that, Maria.  As long as you
take your spanking well, it'll be just between us."

   Maria put her best and most congenial smile on her face.  She decided
the best way to suffer the humiliating defeat was to be a gracious looser.
She didn't like how she had felt as she whined about her situation.  Her
smile broadened as she resigned herself to her fate, and determined that
she would be brazen an too accommodating for Tim to enjoy tormenting.

   "I'm all yours, Tim," she announced with finality.  "Do your worst.  You
won fair and square.  Tell me what you want." Tim directed Maria to remove
her skirt, which she did with some difficulty it was so tight.  Tim didn't
mind the show.  "Get that shit eating grin off your face, Tim," she smiled
at him.  "What's the matter?  Never seen a woman undress?"

   Tim maintained the good nature banter.  "Keep it up, Maria.  Remember
who is going to bend over the desk and who is holding the ruler.  Take off
the panty hose and why don't you take the panties off, too.  They'll just
get in the way." Maria just muttered, "Pervert," as she slowly stripped off
her hose and nylon panties, then leaned casually against the desk.  Tim
took up the ruler and stood to one side.

   "You're leaning, Maria," he complained.  "You are supposed to be bent
over the desk.  Now bend over and stick that fanny out for me."

   Maria looked over her shoulder and taunted him again.  "Are you sure
you're up to this?  Maybe you should take you pants off ...  we wouldn't
want you to make a mess in them." Then she bent over the desk, legs primly
pressed together.  She wiggled her bottom for him, teasing him with what
she knew was a very sexy derriere.  "Can you hit a moving target?"

   SMACK!  "YEOOW!" yelled Maria.

   "You tell me, woman," smirked Tim as he hit her other bottom cheek. 
SMACK!  struck the long ruler.

   "Hey!  That hurts!" she hollered, "I didn't agree to this!"

   Tim firmly pushed Maria back over the desk.  "You're getting nothing
more than what we bet, and what you were planning to do to me." SMACK! 
SMACK!!  Left and right, the ruler plied two more bright red stripes across
her quivering moons.  "OW.  I wasn't serious before, Tim," she complained,
"but I think you like this too much.  You are a pervert!" SMACK!  SMACK!!

   Tim enjoyed the show as well as his part.  His boss, who often acted
like an uppity bitch to him, was getting just what she deserved.  He gave
her two more stinging strokes of the long wicked ruler.  She bent her knees
and flexed her behind, making the angry red stripes ripple like waves in
the ocean.  Must be the Red Sea, thought Tim who grinned at his own joke
then snapped the long ruler twice more against Maria's luscious bottom
flesh.

   "Aren't you finished, Tim?" asked Maria, much more contrite than she had
been earlier.  She had begun to realize that Tim could swing the ruler many
more times than she could take being hit by it.  Looking over her shoulder
at Tim, she noticed the lust in his eyes then the bulge in his pants.

   "Tell me, Maria," Tim asked, "How many gross cases are we going to
deliver to SSP on a monthly basis?"

   Maria reached for the contract as she remained sprawled over her desk.
"Six cases, Tim."

   "Then that's how many more spanks you're going to get!"

   "Tim, this could be construed as sexual harassment.  We better stop
now."

   "That wasn't the deal and you're getting six more spanks," he told her,
punctuating the word 'spanks' with the first stinging swat.  She jumped in
pain and from the surprising spank.  Tim then told her, "This isn't sexual
harassment, because I can't do anything to you about your job.  But, if it
were me lying over your desk, with you having the power to fire me, then
that," SPANK!!  "would be sexual harassment."

   Maria's bottom writhed from the smarting spanks of the ruler, her hips
alternately grinding into the desk top then away.  Jesus!  She's humping
the desk, thought Tim as he stood to her right to give her a couple of back
hand strokes.

   SPANK!  SPANK!!  Maria jerked involuntarily with each stinging swat, her
legs flaying the air wildly as she howled.  "Oh, Oh, OOHH!  That stings,
Tim!"

   "Only two more, Maria," Tim said in a soothing voice.  "You would have
made me take them.  Can you handle two more?" As he awaited her response,
his left hand caressed her hot skin.  Her bottom was very nicely marked and
you could see a few pale white spots peeking out from behind the bright
pink and hot red splotches and stripes.  He could feel small welts where
the edge of the ruler had bit deeply.

   Maria, in a low husky voice, said, "Two more, Tim.  Get it over with."
She quieted her movements and began taking long deep breaths to calm
herself.  They didn't help.

   SMACK!  SPANK!!  The last two strokes were the two most vicious spanks.
Maria yelped, jumped up from her bent over position and with both hands
reached for her tortured bottom.  She furiously tried to rub the sting out
of the sensitive skin and hopped from foot to foot as she moaned in pain.

   Tim tried to stifle his laughter, but failed as he thoroughly enjoyed
the show.  Maria suddenly remembered her exposure and reached for her
panties, first putting them on backwards, then blushing hotly as she had to
remove them and step back into the flimsy nylon.  She ignored the panty
hose and grimaced as she pulled the tight skirt on then zipped it.

   She allowed Tim to give her a quick hug, then took his offered hand and
shook it.  "No hard feelings, Maria?" he asked.

   "No hard feelings," she replied.  Taking her panty hose, Maria stuffed
them into her purse then asked Tim, "You made me work up an appetite.  How
about dinner?"

   "Sure thing," beamed Tim, "Do you want to take the pillow with you?"

   "No.  I can manage.  But, you can give me the ruler," she answered, her
hand outstretched and waiting.

   Handing the ruler to her, Tim asked what she wanted it for.

   "One of these days it's going to be your turn over this desk, and I want
it handy." They laughed together as good friends do and left for dinner.  
