I was spanked at work today. It wasn’t the first time, but it was certainly the worst time. I’m the accountant for a small company. A couple of years ago the owner threatened to fire me because of my persistent tardiness. My husband had been laid off from his corporate job earlier that year and was struggling to land clients for the consulting business he started. If I lost my job, we would lose everything. I begged the owner not to fire me. I told him that I would do anything to keep my job. When I saw him grin, I thought he would insist on fucking me. I am nearly 30 years younger than him and reasonably attractive. He had something else in mind.

“If you agree to being spanked for your tardiness, I will agree to place you on probation for 3 months. You are doing a great job, but I need my managerial staff to show up to work on time. I’m thinking one swat for each minute you are late.”

It wasn’t like I had much choice. Being spanked was much better than being fired. At first the spankings were hand spankings over my clothed bottom. Those spankings weren’t much of a deterrent. Gradually the spankings became more severe. Apparently it took a belt to my bare bottom to change my behavior. Once he started spanking me like that, I stopped being late to work everyday. I never completely overcame my tardiness, I was still late to work at least 3 or 4 times every month. But that was never a problem again, I suspect my boss (the owner) probably preferred the chance to spank me once in a while.

Honestly, I liked the spankings a little bit too. Before you ask, I’m not aroused by the pain; I’m not a masochist. But my husband can be such a wimp, especially since he lost his corporate position, that I enjoy having a man take charge of me. Not all of the time, or even most of the time.

For the last 2 years nothing has changed about the spankings. Sometimes when I know I am running late I will take a couple extra minutes and put on something extra sexy. I’ve never told my husband about the spankings. My boss has always been very discreet, but a couple of my co-workers could have overheard one of my spankings.

That discretion ended yesterday. I made the biggest error of my career, by far. I messed up all of the employee’s Christmas bonuses. In fact, I messed up the entire pre-Christmas payroll. Instead of getting their normal paycheck plus a substantial bonus on the Friday before Christmas our employees wouldn’t be getting any pay until the Friday after Christmas.

You are probably thinking that the simple solution to this problem is to write checks that would essentially be payroll advances, and take care of the corrections on the Payroll run the following Friday. Normally that would work. Except I also messed up our cash flow. I wanted to pay everything I could before the end of the year to minimize our tax burden. Thinking that I had already considered payroll and bonuses, I basically emptied our bank accounts paying any balances that I could. After Christmas I would be able to contact our bank and use our credit line to cover paying all of the employees. But that couldn’t happen quickly enough to give them money before Christmas Day. I felt miserable. I knew that I should be fired on the spot for my incompetence. I dreaded going to the owner and explaining what happened, but I had to do it. He had just returned from lunch on Friday afternoon, I followed him into his office and closed the door behind me.

“I’ve made a giant, unforgivable mistake. I screwed up the payroll and bonuses.”

“I’ll decide if it is unforgivable. How bad did you screw it up?”

“No one will get paid this week. Not their bonus or their regular pay. It will be next Friday before anyone can get paid.”

“It may not be unforgivable, but it certainly couldn’t go unpunished.”

Being spanked was certainly better than losing my job. But I suspected that this spanking would be significantly more severe than the others had been.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I think that everyone affected should have the opportunity to spank you.”

“But that’s more than 30 people!”

“It is, but the real question is whether that is fair.”

“I know. It’s probably fair. But that doesn’t mean I like it.”

“You aren’t supposed to like being punished.”

“That isn’t what I meant.”

“Here is how it will work. I will gather the warehouse staff and the managers together. You will explain what happened and apologize the everyone. After the apology, I will spank you in front of everyone. Each person who wants to spank you themselves will come into my office one at a time to spank you privately. As each driver returns from their route this evening, I will show them a video of your explanation, apology and public spanking. Each driver will be invited to spank you as well.”

Ten minutes later the warehouse staff and other managers were all gathered together near the loading docks. 18 men and the only 2 other women in the company gathered to hear the important announcement. The men tended to be muscular minorities, either hispanic or african-american.

As I explained what happened and apologized I was looking out at a number of very angry faces.

“I considered firing Jennie, but we are more than a company here, we are a family. But just because she isn’t going to be fired doesn’t mean that she will go unpunished. I will spank her in front of all of you and then each of you who would like your own chance to spank her can do so in my office.”

“Jennie, please undress and prepare for your spanking.”

My boss had never asked me to get completely undressed before, I certainly didn’t expect that request in front of the rest of the company. I removed my shoes and the winter tights I was wearing under my skirt. Those first choices were easy. I decided to take off my skirt before my blouse. I had decided to wear something a little sexier than usual in celebration of the holiday. The bright red, lacy thong wasn’t my usual attire. The men were paying much closer attention now.

I’m not a curvy woman, so my work clothes hide the well-toned body that I work hard to maintain. Nearly 20 years later I have the same body proportions that I did when I was 16: 34A-22-33. While I’m proud of my fit body, I’ve always felt awkward about my small breasts. Even with the heavily-padded, push-up bra, my breasts still looked small. It shouldn’t be hard to imagine my hesitation at undressing further. I considered taking off my thong before my top, that is how much I hate my tiny breasts. I removed my top. Now I was standing in front of my co-workers in a matching set of sexy lingerie.

I removed my thong, revealing a hairy, but well-coiffed bush. I keep my lips waxed smooth and carefully remove any stray hairs from the remainder of my bikini line; however, I keep a thick blonde bush. Without plenty of pubic hair I would probably look like a tween girl with my petite frame and tiny titties.

I might have dreaded everyone seeing how small my tits are more than I dreaded them watching me get spanked. Once I unclasped my bra, all of my coworkers would know that my tits were much smaller than they seemed under my clothes. The only men that had seen my breasts before were my doctor and my husband. I trembled as a removed my bra. I wanted to cover myself, but I knew that this humiliation was part of my well-deserved punishment. So I stood with my hands at my side waiting for the spanking to begin.

“Bend over and grab the chair.”

My boss had arranged the spanking so that my butt, and pussy, would be displayed to everyone during the spanking. With my thin thighs, even if I held my legs together my pussy would show plainly between my thigh gap.

WHACK! The first belt stroke landed on my butt. There was a slight pause before the next one.

WHACK! Another firm hit on my bottom.

These weren’t much harder than the swats I received for being late to work. I knew that I would be able to handle this. I received a total of 40 swats. My ass was burning and tears were running down my face, but I had finished this.

“Time to go to my office.”

I started to reach for my clothes.

“You can come back for those later.”

Apparently the rest of my spankings would also occur while I was naked. People lined up immediately outside the boss’s office for their change to spank me. He allowed each person 10 swats with a wooden ruler while I bent over his desk. Many of the men squeezed my ass cheeks or rubbed a finger against my pussy as they prepared to spank me. I was surprised by how creative, and painful, some of the people could be when spanking me.

One man squeezed my butt cheek to pull it away from the other cheek and then used the ruler on the untouched flesh between my cheeks. That was surprisingly painful. Plenty of other people opted to spank the white flesh of my thighs. As the back of my thighs filled with red welts, more people moved to spanking my inner thighs.

I finished the evening with over 350 total swats between the belt and ruler. My backside was covered in red marks from just above my knees to the top of my butt. There was no chance I would be able to hide this from my husband. Employees stayed at work well past their normal quitting time on the first day of a 4-day holiday weekend just to watch me walk across the office naked with all the red marks from the spanking.

I drove home wondering how I was going to explain all these marks to my husband.