Chapter 3

As Ana awaited her fate for her disobedience was going through the attic collecting items for Goodwill she ran across a cane. Having first-hand experience with the cane being struck against her hiney, As she recalled, she was not a fan! She remembered the clever ruse her older sister had set up. It was her second spanking from Christian. She had been home from college and her parents were away on a cruise. Kate had cajoled their account to making sure Ana got her due. I guess ugly bride’s maid dress comments have consequences.

As she picked it up in her hands and felt its heft. Her hiney involuntarily tightened and twitched at the memory emblazed in her mind. She swung it hard through the air hitting a down pillow which expelled a cloud of dust. It was really a Hickory Stick with a springy swing that had devastated her hiney. She had been unkind to her aunt remarking on the hideous brides maid dress she had been told to wear.

“Hello and welcome to swap shop.”

“Yes, I cane chairs, so if anyone has seats that need to be caned call me.”

It was Christian’s hobby though not much of a money maker.

This gave Kate, Ana’s older sister who had just had her twenty eighth birthday a wicked idea!

“I understand you have a seat that needs to be caned.”

“Indeed I do. However, where is your cane?”

“Ma’am.”

“I cane chair seats.”

“Here you can use this one.”

Think of Christian as a Benny Hill type character, who can’t believe he has struck gold. He climbed the stairs with a tingle of excitement.

Christian was about to correct the mistake when she mentioned it was Ana her oldest sister up in her bedroom that needed her seat caned.

Bingo, she didn’t have to ask the college boy twice.

He arrived at Ana’s bedroom door his trusty fairly thick yellow-brownish in hand. When he opened the door Ana’s back was to him and she was sheathed in her old white with red stripe sequined high school majorette uniform. It fit her like a glove high on the leg with her hiney cheeks as she called them rounded and delineated.

“I was sent up here to cane your seat.”

He would be adding a different set of ride stripes he quipped to her.

Christian crooked one finger, stepping back and turning the girl around until she found herself facing a long metal-stripping lathe.

“Bend over, bad girl, Bend over and we’re going to have ourselves the time of our lives.” Christian said, shoving her roughly up against the bed her by the back of the neck while bending Ana over the top of the mattress. She struggled, her knees banging against the wooden bedposts while a tiny fart escaped from her asshole. What was he going to do to her next? She found out...

Ana tried to keep a stiff over lip but on the last of eight she blows a tiny fart which the seat caner treats as a gentleman should and does not mention the untimely fart.

The caning would have been a count of six, but squats and jumping up made the required count a stiff eight.

As Ana closed her eyes she remembered not long after their relationship took hold, her master, Christian came to the conclusion that it would be best to make Ana his private secretary. After all it would keep the lil minx-brat unavailable to create mischief and headaches in his life. And, because he was the president and owner of a major conglomerate whose first meeting and impression had been in that world with Ana as a journalist. is arriving on the 40th floor of a sleek blue skyscraper. As the elevator door opens he walked through the brightly lit reception area down the rows of busy workers and pretty secretaries.

Pretty secretaries with their shapely, silky pantyhose clad legs and cute behinds. The clambering sounds of a productive business assure Art his empire continues to grow and prosper. Straight ahead were the double oak doors leading into his President Office guarded by his lovely long brown haired business secretary, his Ana.

Ana had been working as a reporter at when Christian offered her a job with many fringe benefits and some real surprises. She is wearing a blue gray plaid skirt well above her knees complete with pleated sides that cause the business skirt to hug her butt, which Christian can discern a visible panty line as he walks by behind her also noticing her silky black pantyhose and matching black heels. As

Christian walked by her he said good mourning to Ana and she cheerfully said good mourning to him. The executive continued to the door to his office and turned back towards Ana’s desk, which had an open front. Ana is busy typing the latest sales report on her computer, but to his chagrin carelessly has her black silk covered legs slightly apart displaying her shiny silver panties, which reflected of the lights and put her panty crotch on full display.

Ana looks up from her typing and Christian ask for his submissive secretary to bring him his coffee and to have Cindy take your calls for the mourning.

“Yes sir,” Ana cheerfully said.

Christian was now in his domain his luxurious office completes with the smell of leather permeating from the sofa, chairs and his high back leather executive chair. He decided to get comfortable taking off his pinstripe suit coat and loosening his red stripe tie.

There was a knock on the door and with an authoritative voice he said.

“Come in Ana” She opens the door carrying two coffees, her bottom wiggling nicely under the fabric of her skirt as she puts the mugs of coffee on the large desk. Christian is sitting in his high backed leather chair. He motions for Ana to sit down as he watches from across the desk and again as she sat and situated herself in the chair carelessly flashing her panty crotch, which displayed a shiny silver color between her legs.

Christian opened a file on his desk with Ana. The at home and now office submissive fidgeted her butt nervously in her chair wondering why she had been summoned into the inner sanctum for an extended meeting. Was it a meeting about her job performance?

After looking at her file her boss closed the file and looks at his secretary with displeasure.

Christian got up told Cindy he was not to be disturbed and closed the sound proof doors.

“Ana do you feel your previous performance, ie, obedience merits the company and me keeping you?”

The pretty shoulder length brown haired secretary sat up straight in her chair now concerned.

““Yes sir, I try hard and my mistakes are being corrected.”

“Well, we will discuss that later Ana.”

“UM okay Christian.”

“First off I want to make it clear that this office virtually soundproof and not a sound from what I intend to do to you will be heard, that is if you don’t disagree.”

“Agree to what?” Ana asked in her soft alto voice.

“Are you a lady Ana?”

“Yes sir, I always dress nice with skirts and pantsuits from Dress Barn and I am polite.”

Looking into Ana’s Japanese slight featured face with a small grin and said.

“Oh no you do not behave like a lady or you would not shamefully show our client’s your panties more specifically your panty crotch, while you, Ana are sitting unladylike.

Art stared between Ana’s black panty hose clad legs.

Ana somewhat indignant played her ace!

“What, you were looking up my skirt at my panties?”

Of course Ana was not ready for her boss’s royal flush!

“Don’t pull that strange thing on me when it was you who walks around swaying your butt back and forth displaying a visible panty line and top it off sitting in an unladylike manner, which assures all who grace our premises your naughty panty crotch.

The Japanese featured face went from consternation to that of a little girl admitting her guilt.

Art saw the change in her facial expression and the brushing her chestnut brown long hair out of her face and knew she was no longer the confident female confident and sure footed.

It was time to reel the lovely Ana in.

“If you want to keep this job you so much covet, Ana you will do as you are told.”

Ana tries to smooth things over with her handsome boss.

“I didn’t mean to show my visible panty line and panty crotch. I really didn’t, Christian.”

“The fact remains young lady your panty habits are unladylike and naughty!”

Ana gives her boss a cute pout. “I’m sorry Art I will be more careful with my panties.”

Art slammed his fist down on the top of his desktop for emphasis.

“I’m afraid sorry isn’t good enough Ana, naughty little girls fail to sit correctly (role-play.) and those careless panty errors are corrected young lady!”

“Okay, what are you suggesting Master Christian?”

“I am suggesting that young ladies that show their visible panty lined bottom and sit with their legs open displaying their panty crotch, deserve, no strike that deserve a spanking!’

Ana in horror tries to assimilate what her boss has just suggested.

“You can’t be serious Christian a spanking, really I am too old for a spanking!” her voice rising in pitch with fear.

“Is that so Ana, so you are too old to be spanked, but you weren’t old enough to present yourself in the workplace sitting in a ladylike manner were you.”

“No sir,” Ana obediently spoke.

“You should be ashamed of yourself being so careless, now you have two choices receive your punishment for your naughty behavior, or can swish your cute tail out of here back to the long hours of standing on your feet as a bank teller.