When the P.A. job had come up Jane had been quick to submit her CV. It had been nearly two years since Jane had started working for the firm in the typing pool and she had been overqualified for that job even then. At the time, however, money had been tight and she couldn't afford to be picky, so she had taken the job in hope that something else would come along. She hadn't expected to have to wait two years for an opportunity like this to come along, but now it looked like her patience was about to pay off.

Being the Personal Assistant to the Managing Director of the company was about as high as you could go within the support structure and along with the job came a lot of perks and quasi power. The flip side of this was that a lot of the other members of the support staff tended not to like the PA to the MD.

Jane had thought about this when deciding whether or not to apply for the job, but had decided that the extra £10,000 on her salary and a company car would soon heal any wounds caused by jealous underlings.

Naturally Jane had been offered the job. Her skills were on a par with most of the other applicants, but she had impressed the interviewer by being more level headed, having more common sense and being seemingly less likely to flap under pressure. That is not to say that Jane was some sort of superhuman who could never be flustered, nervous or unsure, it just meant that she was very good at hiding it. On the outside she could be calm, collected and confident, whilst on the inside she flapped, panicked and lacked self confidence like the vast majority of people.

So here she was about to start her new job and already things weren't going well. Jane struggled to find a parking space and was now running late as she hurried down the corridor to the executive office suite where her new working home would be. She opened the door to the office suite and quickly dumped her bag behind her desk. Shrugging of her coat she furtively glanced at the clock. Only 5 minutes late... not that bad. She settled in behind her desk and flicked the switch on her computer to boot it up. Her desk was positioned in the outer office area of the executive suite which contained the offices of the MD and the Chairman. The latter apparently only came into the office about twice a year so for all intents and purposes she would only be working for Mr Peterson, the MD.

The intercom on her desk suddenly emitted a dull tone followed by the voice of her new boss.

"Jane, would you step in here please."

"Right away Mr Peterson.", replied Jane her finger stabbing at the talk button on the intercom. Perhaps she hadn't got away with it after all. Jane hoped that this would not set a bad precedent for their working relationship. She pushed back her chair and headed in to face her new boss.

"Good morning Mr Peterson.", She smiled as she walked in and stood in front of the huge mahogany desk. Her eyes flicked around the grand office. It certainly was befitting of someone who ran a large company; decked out with expensive items of furniture and works of art hanging on the walls.

Behind the desk sat David Peterson who she had only met twice before. On both occasions she had found him to be polite and quite charming. He must be in his late 30s Jane thought and judging by the ring on his finger and the photo on the window sill, married with at least one child.

"Ah Jane, good morning indeed.", David beamed as he rose and extended his hand across the desk. Jane accepted the handshake and then sat in the chair that he then offered her.

"I'd just like to say how pleased I am that you accepted the offer and hope that we can form an efficient and friendly working relationship."

Jane sighed inwardly as she realised this was just the 'welcome on board speech' and not a dressing down for being late.

"Well, I would like to thank you for giving me this opportunity and just want you to know hat I won't let you down.", Jane cringed at her 'over the top' gratitude and hoped it hadn't sounded to sickly.

The pleasantries over, David's smile faded slightly, "Excellent. Well firstly let's just set a few ground rules. First you are to call me Mr Peterson or Sir if you prefer, but you are not to address me by my first name unless I expressly say it is ok to do so."

"Yes Mr Peterson.", Jane chirped in response.

"You will be smartly dressed at all times, hair and makeup tidy and neat. Many important people come through this office every day and you and I are sometimes the first impression of our company that they get. We must both present ourselves impeccably. I am pleased to see that you seem to have grasped this concept already... well done."

Jane allowed herself a small smile and congratulated herself on her choice of the dark trouser suit, tied back hair and subtle makeup.

"Now...", David continued, "Everything else will be in the notes that Sarah compiled before she left. What I expect from you, where to find things, that sort of thing. You can spend the rest of the morning going over those and finding your feet."

"No problem Mr Peterson, I have met with Sarah a couple of times as well so I think I am up to speed on a lot of it.", Jane felt proud that she had taken the initiative in seeking out Sarah for a few choice tips prior to her starting.

"Excellent...", the smile had returned to David's face, "... see that is why you got the job... initiative. There are only two things I prize more than initiative and those are loyalty and punctuality." David said, his smile fading again to be replaced by a stern look.

Jane's stomach flipped as she realised that she had already crossed her new boss on one of his prized qualities.

"I don't want to get all heavy with you on your first day, but it is important that you understand the rules and also that there are certain things that I will not tolerate. I expect you to be at your desk at 8.30am every single morning unless you are sick or on holiday. If that means you get there at 8.15 every day to ensure being on time, so be it. If I buzz that intercom at 8.30, as I did this morning, and find myself talking to empty space again, I will not be impressed!", David finished his reprimand and sat back to let Jane respond.

"I am so sorry...", Jane started to say but just then the phone rang and David picked it up raising his hand indicating that she should stop. He listened for a few moments then placed his hand over the mouthpiece and addressed Jane.

"I need to take this call. This matter is not over though. We shall continue this at another time and I expect you to remind me of that, is that clear?"

"Yes Mr Peterson", Jane dropped her eyes to her feet and felt slightly crestfallen.

David's voice lightened up as he spoke again, "Ok, well off you go and let's make this day a good day after all".

"Yes Sir.", Jane brightened up as she rose and left the office.

Back at her desk Jane busied herself going through the notes left by Sarah and vowed that she would learn everything perfectly so as not to disappoint Mr Peterson again. She hadn't expected the dressing down that she had received but felt that he had been perfectly fair. He was never once mean or rude to her, but it was just his voice. It just seemed to carry so much authority. Well it wouldn't happen again, Jane was sure of that. She would be the model Personal Assistant and wouldn't give him the chance to reprimand her again.

David Peterson sat back in his chair and pondered on his new P.A. He had been very firm with her this morning, probably more so than was necessary. But David had learnt one thing working his way up the corporate ladder which was that it was essential to stamp your authority on any working relationship from day one. Make sure that people know who is in charge from the outset.

Inwardly David was overjoyed that Jane had got the job. Her track record in the typing pool had proven her to be an extremely efficient worker and someone who was more than capable of working under pressure. On top of that she was a damn attractive woman. Not that this made any difference, David was a happily married man, but he mused that if he had to sit and work in this office five or sometimes six days a week it made things a lot more pleasant if his personal assistant was pleasant to look at and had some form of a personality.

Sarah had been different. She was an excellent P.A. but had absolutely no personality and was, quite frankly, over-blessed with the ugly gene. He wondered whether Jane would remind him about the lateness issue. He'd give her till the end of the week to see if she did the 'right thing' or not. David smirked to himself. He would ease up a bit on Jane as the days progressed and as her respect developed for him. He saw this becoming a very productive and amenable working relationship.

The rest of the day had passed without event as indeed did the rest of the week. Jane had quickly got into the swing of things and picked up on David's routines. She soon realised that he was an extremely good businessman; very firm at times but always extremely fair. He never shouted or ranted and took everything in his stride. Due to her diligence and hard work there had been no reason for Jane to be reprimanded the rest of that week and by Friday the only thing that was weighing on her mind was the lateness issue which she had not found the courage to bring up yet. She resolved that she would do it before the day was out so as to wipe the slate clean before the weekend.

Jane decided that there was no time like the present and was about to reach for the intercom when Mr Peterson came out of his office with his coat on.

"Right Jane, I am off to the Japanese lunch and I probably won't be back until around 3 or 4. Knowing these people from old there will no doubt be a bit of Sake floating around so I think you better clear my diary for the rest of the day just to be on the safe side."

"Yes Mr Peterson.", Jane replied and then after a moment added, "I was wondering if I could have a word before you went Mr Peterson?".

"Ah can it keep Jane? I don't want to be late for this lunch". She couldn't be sure but Jane seemed to think there was a bit of an inflection on the word 'late'.

"It will keep.", Jane said and handed David the file on the Japanese company. David smiled and left in a hurry.

Maybe it would be better to do it when he got back anyway Jane thought. He would probably be a lot more lenient with a few sakes inside him.

As David sat in the back of the taxi, staring blearily out of the window he smiled at how productive his lunch had been. They had agreed, in principle, on the terms of the contract and hopefully would have the deal done and dusted by the end of next week. He slid the window down slightly in an effort to clear his head from the effects of the alcohol. He hadn't had that many, but it was enough to make him feel a little light headed. The only bad thing about the lunch had been sitting through the intensely boring idle chit chat. The CEO of the Sukomo Group was as dull as dishwater and had proceeded to bore him senseless with stories about how important discipline was and how he strongly believed in dishing out the odd spanking to his children in order to gain their respect and obedience.

As he got out of the taxi and made his way back into the office block, David mused on how simple it would be if business life was like that. Being able to dish out the odd beating would probably knock some sense into some people around here. David smiled at the idea... what nonsense.

It was gone 4 when Jane heard the outer door open and saw David walk in looking a little bit ragged around the edges, a slight glaze in his eyes.

"How did it go Mr Peterson?", Jane asked as she stood up to help him out of his coat and retrieve his briefcase from him.

"It went very well Jane. I think we shall have the contracts signed by next week." David proudly replied. "Much happen while I was away?"

"John brought those research papers up and there is a pile of messages on your desk... nothing of great urgency as far as I can see." said Jane as she hung up his coat.

David hesitated slightly and then smiled and walked into his office to deal with the messages. Jane retreated back to her desk; she was still in two minds whether to bring up the subject of the lateness or not.

After a couple of minutes she decided that she had to get it sorted before the weekend so she made her way to David's office and tapped on the door. She stuck her head round the door when he responded and asked, "Is it ok to have that word now?".

"Of course Jane", replied David, happy to be distracted from the mundane messages awaiting his attention. "What's on your mind?"

Jane stepped into the office closing the door behind her and took a seat opposite David's desk. Her stomach was tightening up and she could feel a heat rushing to her face.

"You said I should remind you about the lateness Sir." Jane found she couldn't meet his eyes as she offered herself up for a continuance of the reprimand.

David paused for a second with a puzzled look on his face which quickly turned to one of recollection. "Oh yes that", he said with a dismissive nature. He had all but decided to forget about it as long as she had brought it up which she was now doing. But he paused for a second and stared back at her. Jane sat before him staring down at her feet awaiting his lecture.

David felt a rush of power and suddenly a thought entered his head. He pondered on it for a second and then decided to try something. He masked his face with a stern expression and spoke as he stood up.

"I am glad you brought that up and I want you to know that, as I said before, I do not take these things lightly. I have decided to deal with this simply and quickly so that we can put it behind us and move on." He made his way round the side of the desk and stopped a few yards from her.

Jane relaxed slightly, she liked the sound of this.

"Stand up please Jane and take your jacket off." Jane's eyes lifted to his with a hint of confusion but then she quickly stood and did as she was asked. David continued to walk around behind her, "I had a mostly boring conversation at lunch today, but now I see that the content of that conversation may well have given me a suitable resolve for this situation... Please lean forward slightly and place your hands on the desk."

Jane slowly leant forward and placed her hands and forearms on the desk aware that this presented a rather compromising view of her backside. She thanked god that she had worn a trouser suit today.

David stepped up to her side and as Jane stared straight ahead, he continued, "Yes, I think this may well deal with the situation rather well... now I want you to know that I am firm but fair and therefore you will receive only as much punishment as you deserve. You were five minutes late therefore you will receive five."

Five what Jane thought to herself. She was very confused.

David lifted his arm back, paused for a second and then brought it down, the flat of his palm hand making contact with the fullness of her backside. Jane shrieked in surprise.

"Mr Peterson!! What..." but the second blow caused her to cut her protest short as the stinging pain coursed through her.

"Now Jane, that is two... only three more and then this matter is all sorted."

Jane was totally humiliated and felt a full flush of embarrassment sprint to her face. She shifted uneasily as the third slap made contact and the air was forced from her lungs in another muffled shriek. What was he doing? Jane knew she should leave the office this instant but at the same time was fixed on the spot.

David felt a rush of adrenaline flood his body as he delivered the fourth stroke to her curvy arse forcing her forward slightly over the desk from the force. His cock twitched and he suddenly realised he was deeply aroused by this. He felt ashamed of himself and embarrassed but couldn't stop now, that would be even worse. Maybe he could ride it out. He delivered the final blow and then matter-of-factly rubbed her buttocks slightly to ensue the circulation returned quickly and the pain faded fast.

Jane was flush with embarrassment as the stinging pain in her rear faded to a dull throb. Her breathing was heavy and she could feel herself close to tears.

"Err thank you Jane, that will be all. I hope we can put this behind us and move on now" David said slightly uncertain of his own words, as he made his way back to his desk.

"... yes Mr Peterson", Jane whispered unevenly and quickly retrieved her jacket and hurried out of the office unable, even for a second, to make eye contact with him.

As she got back to her desk she was totally flustered and shaking with shock. Her tender backside throbbed slightly and the blood pumped through her body. But there was something else. She was soaking wet! Beneath her dark business suit trousers her knickers were completely wet through. Jane was totally shocked to realise that her body, at least, had found the spanking an intensely erotic experience. She shifted slightly in her chair and reached her hand down and briefly brushed herself between the legs. She was indeed damp and as soon as her finger brushed over her engorged clitoris a wave of pleasure ran through her body.

Now she was really confused. She thought she had found the whole experience embarrassing and demeaning but her body was betraying this thought. Her face flushed again with embarrassment as her mind started to work through the dichotomy of emotions she was experiencing. Jane considered herself to be an experienced lover but had to admit that she had never tried any form of bondage or discipline before. What surprised her even more was the fact that she had always thought that if she did try any of that then it would be her taking the role of the dominant one. Instead she found herself as the submissive and apparently was enjoying it!

David sat behind his desk and stared blankly ahead into thin air. What had he just done? Had he really just spanked a grown woman? The answer to that question was most definitely yes. Had he just spanked his own P.A. Dave cringed and started to get nervous when he confirmed to himself that the answer to that question was definitely yes as well. What was he thinking? He must have been mad. This could be very bad. All sorts of things rushed through his mind as he considered the possibility of being hauled up on sexual harassment charges.

David's heart rate soared as he considered the possible consequences of his actions. He could most definitely lose his job, possible face charges and what about his marriage. David was seriously starting to panic now.

"Ok David", he soothed himself, "let's just calm down and think this through". He got up and walked to the water cooler to get himself a drink. He tried to rationalise the situation. He had been a little drunk, it was a very minor incident. If he apologised and explained then surely it could all be forgotten about. Maybe some sort of bonus or sweetener could be arranged as a peace offering.

He tried to convince himself that this was just another business deal, but couldn't think of another business deal that had made him so nervous. For that matter no other business deal had left him feeling ashamed but also extremely aroused at the same time. Dave groaned and decided it was time to eat some humble pie. He made his way back to his desk and reached for the intercom. He nearly jumped out of his skin when it buzzed...

Jane tried to focus on her work but was finding in very difficult to think about anything else other than what had happened. On the one hand she had just been sexually harassed and should walk out of this office now and not come back. On the other hand the burning sensation between her legs told her that she was going do no such thing until she had explored this further. From the tone of David's voice when she had left, he was in experiencing a certain amount of confusion and shock because of what he had done. For this reason she was convinced that there was no malice intended on his part and that he wasn't a sadist homicidal maniac who was gonna beat her to within an inch of her life. There were so many questions that needed answering but she needed more time to think. She wanted to leave the situation open and in her control before she left to go home. Somehow she needed to let David now that she wasn't going to go screaming rape, but on the other hand that she wasn't sure she wanted him thinking that she was now some sort of fuck-toy... at least she didn't think she did. She reached for the intercom.

"Yes Jane?", David responded to the buzzing intercom trying to keep his voice calm.

"Can I have a word Mr Peterson, Please?", Jane kept her voice light and friendly, "It won't take a second".

David paused slightly before answering, "err ok Jane, step in". David fussed and fidgety quickly trying to adopt a posture that suggested he was relaxed and calm.

The door opened and Jane walked calmly in. She stood before his desk hands crossed demurely in her lap and her head slightly bowed, her eyes staring at the surface of his desk.

"Look Jane...", David started to say but Jane was quick to cut him off; she wanted to lead on this one.

"Please, Mr Paterson, Sir, I just wanted to say thank you for being so firm with me earlier. I really appreciate it and I believe that administering me a spanking has served to act as a suitable and fitting punishment as well as a deterrent from it happening again. I know exactly where I stand now on the issue of punctuality." Jane never raised her eyes once but could tell from the silence that David was slightly taken aback.

David was speechless and if she had been looking at his face, Jane would have seen the total look of disbelief that the open mouthed expression on his face clearly displayed.

Jane sneaked a quick peek at his face and fought hard to stop herself from breaking into a wide smile. She could feel the heat in her cheeks again. She hoped she hadn't thrown him too much as she desperately wanted him to take back control of the situation and be masterful. Jane had realised that this was what she wanted. She wanted to try the submissive role and she wanted David to believe that he was really the dominant one, that way he would continue with conviction and passion.

Jane needed to break the silence. "It is 5.30, Sir. I am about to leave. Is there anything before I go?"

David snapped out of his stupor and quickly took the reins of the situation again. "No that will be all Jane.", he said with a firm but pleasant voice and then added, "I hope a lesson has been learnt here today Jane, and I hope that you think about it over the weekend and come to work on Monday ready to start anew."

"Yes Sir", Jane replied, "I will". Jane turned to leave and a sly smile crept across her face as she knew she would be thinking about her spanking a lot this weekend.

Jane did think about it a lot over the weekend. Alone in her bed, she closed her eyes and let her imagination replay the spanking over and over again as her fingers gently rubbed her throbbing clitoris. She tried to feel each of David's strokes, remembering the stinging pain spreading across her backside as she brought herself ever closer to orgasm. When she finally came it was with a ferocity the likes of which she had not experienced for a very long time. Afterwards she lay breathless and limp for a long time before she finally drifted off to sleep.

David, too, found his mind wandering to the situation on more that one occasion over the weekend, each time causing his heart to pound and his cock to twitch. Alarmingly, he could not get the image of Jane bending over his desk from his mind on Sunday evening as he and his wife made love. Afterwards, his wife commented on his unusual passion and intensity during their lovemaking that night. David had just smiled and assured her that it was her who had made him so horny when the truth was that he was lusting over the spanking he had given Jane.

Jane looked at her watch as she stood outside the office building. It was 8.36. Allowing for the walk to her office that would make her nine minutes late. She had been standing there for the best part of 10 minutes now, deciding whether or not to be late. There was no going back now, she was already late and knew that this would force the issue. Her heart was pumping hard and she could feel her nipples hardening in anticipation.

She made her way into the building and towards her office, ready to face the music. She could feel a slight dampness already starting to form between her legs and hoped that it wasn't noticeable through her trousers. As she stepped into the outer office the intercom on her desk was already buzzing. She quickly through her bag to the floor and took her coat off, before lurching for the intercom.

"Yes Mr Peterson?", Jane said breathlessly.

"Can I see you in here now please Jane!". There was that voice again; stern and forceful. Jane practically went weak at the knees when she heard it.

"Right away Sir.", she responded and slipped off her suit jacket. She stopped just before opening the door and with a wicked smile undid the top two buttons on her blouse. She parted the neck slightly and looked at the result. Jane was more than amply endowed and knew this would expose a good amount of flesh to her boss.

She wiped the smile off her face, replaced it with one of apprehension and walked into David's office. She made her way over to his desk and stood before him with head slightly bowed.

David was, in some sense, furious that Jane was late again, but was also exhilarated at the prospect of maybe delivering another spanking. He tried to put this thought out of his mind as he stared at Jane before him. She was devastatingly attractive and, he could be wrong but, she seemed to be showing a bit of cleavage today as well. His cock twitched as he admired the swell of her full breasts and the inch or two of flesh that peeked out of the top of her blouse. He had spent the last couple of minutes rehearsing the whole speech in his head and knew that if he went to town enough and overplayed the importance of being punctual again he might get to spank her again.

"Jane, I am very disappointed in you.", David said and paused for a moment to let the words sink in. Before he had a chance to continue Jane spoke up.

"I am dreadfully sorry Mt Peterson...". She brought her gaze up slightly but avoided eye contact with David. "... I really did learn my lesson on Friday and I tried so hard this morning to be on time. I know how important punctuality is to you and that is why", she hesitated for a second before finishing, "... I am completely prepared to accept any punishment you decide to deliver.". With this Jane spread her legs slightly and bent at the waist placing her forearms and palms flat on the desk in front of him. She let her head lower to the desk in what she hope was a totally submissive pose.

As Jane bent over the desk David had glimpsed a fantastic view down the front of her blouse and could see her cleavage practically bursting out of it. David was quick to rally to the situation and knew for sure that he was now in control. He had suspected that Jane had in fact enjoyed the spanking on Friday and now his suspicions were confirmed.

David slowly stood up and made his way around the desk until he was standing at Jane's side where he was presented with the glorious view of this stunning blonde bending over his desk. Jane's pert bottom was sticking up in the air ready and waiting and her breasts hung down heavy even within the confines of her bra and blouse. David reached out his hand and saw that he was trembling slightly. He placed it firmly down on the small of her back and felt her shudder at his touch.

"You will count as I deliver your punishment... is that clear?", David said as he brought his other hand up and rested it lightly on Jane's curvy bottom where he began to stroke it slowly.

"Yes Sir.", Jane replied in a hoarse whisper. The feel of his strong hands on her body was sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. The hand left her backside and for just a moment there was nothing... just an anticipation that exhilarated Jane. Then the suddenly stinging pain as David sent his hand down connecting with her right buttock. Jane jolted forward her breasts mashing into the desktop. Her breath forced from her lungs in a primal muffled groan. "uhhhh... one", Jane managed to splutter as she felt the fire burning between her legs. She longed to slip her hand down and massage her pussy but she didn't dare.

A shot of adrenaline went screaming through David's body as he delivered the first blow to Jane's quivering backside. And then she spoke, as instructed, counting off the first of her punishment strokes. That was almost more exhilarating than actually delivering the blow and David's cock strained rigid against his trousers. He returned to massaging scolded cheek of her arse before again lifting his hand back and delivering an even harsher stroke; this time to her left cheek. Again he felt Jane lunge forward into the desk, her arms having slipped apart she was nearly face flat on the desk now and David marvelled at how her breasts were squashed under her own weight. How he yearned to touch them, to squeeze and pinch them, but he couldn't.