Part 1 here.

Anette had never considered being on the other side of the punitive experience. She had been in this room hundreds of times, either standing at the console or in the middle of the room wielding a cane or some such. After all usually she was the Queen of Pain and Mistress of Miscreants. Her tummy turned a summersault. The padded top of the punishment bench looked cold and cruel.

Anette licked her lips and tugged at the hem of her short grey prison smock. Dan was nothing but thorough and she was sure he had picked the smallest gown on purpose. As much as she tugged it down it still rode up in back and she just knew he could see her bare bottom.

“Are we going to do this or what?” she said in a heavy tone hung between sullen and bravado.

Dan swivelled his gaze at her but said nothing as he scanned the vid screen for the guidance notes.

“Dan, look… I didn’t really do anything…” she started.

He paused. “Of course not… well apart from unauthorised use of equipment, misuse of public resources, entering a restricted area and…” he held her gaze for effect, “Sexual misconduct at work.”

“What? I…” Anette blustered.

“Well that is how HR would view it, I am pretty sure,” he wasn’t smiling.

“You are enjoying this,” she accused, but her hem rode up and she had to tug it making her seem shy and girlish.

“Maybe… but seriously, a sexual misconduct, even if it wasn’t that… you know how this would play?”

It was true, Anette thought, and returned a sour expression. “Good job it was you who caught me then,” she replied unconvincingly. “Can’t we just…?”

“Can’t we just what?” he shot back at her angrily. “Sure, I could walk away and let it lie. You could hope no one else picks up on this. But if I am going to cover for you… take a chance…”

“You could just…” she wheedled.

“Erase the logs, wipe the tape and tell the service engineer that someone upstairs ran an operational test if it is spotted?” he sighed heavily.

“Yeah I get it, you get to whip my tail and you are doing me the favour,” she muttered.

Dan crossed his arms and took two steps back as he was about to leave.

Anette suddenly felt a hint of panic.

“Well aren’t I?” Dan asked with a shrug.

Anette stamped a petulant foot and grunted, “Oh ah… yes damn it. But…”

“But nothing, you have this coming and you know you do,” Dan said sharply

Anette’s mouth was suddenly dry and she had to work her mouth a little. On long dark nights only in bed she had played out some of the CP sessions she had worked on and in her more adventurous moods she even wondered what being on the receiving end would be like. The reality however was a twist in the guts and more embarrassing than… she swallowed as the heat surged to her face. Other girls survived this and afterwards the wider world scarcely cared.

“Dan…” she gulped down another mouthful of apprehension. “What… I mean how… how much…?”

“A two-parter I think,” Dan said grimly, his face was now thoughtful and he held himself with a professional demeanour as if this was just another job. “We kind of have a freestyle situation here, don’t we? I suggest a work out with the medium paddle until I think you are in a receptive mood and then say… two dozen with the cane.”

Anette sucked in her cheeks and let her mouth open as she sighed. She knew what freestyle meant in practice, but 24 sounded fair under the circumstances. She had feared a 36er.

“I guess,” she whispered.

“Then let’s get this over with,” Dan said sternly. “Bend over the bench.”

Anette took a deep breath and turned to face the padding on the crossbeam. You can do this, she told herself and took another deep breath. She was acutely aware that the hem of her short prison smock was way too short and Dan could already see the lower curves of her naked bottom. He must be loving this, she decided, the cynicism buoying her up. Then she took a step forward and folded herself over the padding so that her bare bottom was uppermost.

Beneath her hips she felt the padding yield, but as gravity tipped her down to elevate her bottom she had never felt so vulnerable. Behind her Dan had already taken up the long handled paddle and moved into position.

“I have always thought that what you really needed was nice long sound spanking to put you in your place,” he said.

As if, she allowed a defiant thought, but knew better than to voice it.

“Ready?” Dan asked.

“No,” Anette spat.

The first swat landed hard and her eyes flew open. The impact had a tang to it and landed like a million bees on the upper curves of her exposed bottom. Anette gasped.

Dan cocked his head to watch Anette’s bottom pinken and then patted the spot and enjoyed her wince. The next swat was harder.

“Ah,” she panted and wiggled her behind enticingly.

It was already hard to get her breath as the sting sizzled and grew even after just two swats. She picked a spot on the wall and tried to face it down as time stood on end. The he spanked her again and she let out a pained yelp.

“Bastard,” she hissed and wagged her bottom like dog to shake out the burn. “Not you,” she told him once she had the breath.

Dan eyed the red stain on her bottom and spanked her again. Following this up with six more as her bottom went red and she began to pant heavily. After 10 swats to get her attention he was ready to pick up the pace. After all, they had a very long way to go.

To be continued…