Mary visits Mr. Ries:
Just before you are getting ready to leave the conference and head back to your hotel room you check your E-mail and see a message saying your employer, Mr. Ries wants to see you.
You are among the last to leave the convention room and walk out with another group attending the same event. You are nervous as you walk back to the hotel. Mr. Ries had left earlier and did not seem to be in a good mood.
The night before you had went out with a group of employees and had too much to drink. You and some of the other woman had flashed some of the men attending at the next table by lifting your skirts up as you got up to leave.
You take the elevator up to the floor Mr. Ries’s room is on and walk down the hall counting the numbers as you go. You knock on the door and after a few seconds, Mr. Ries opens the door to let you in. He does not speak, but rather goes over to a hard backed chair in the middle of the room and sits down. You walk in and stand in front of him wide-eyed and waiting. Mr. Ries seems to be thinking as if he is trying to make a decision.
"Mary, I asked you in here to talk to you about your behavior here at this conference. I have told you and the rest of the staff on many occasions the importance of being professional at all times while you are representing my company. We ask our clients to trust us with their money and we can't do that if we don't come across as being stable and professional. It’s a matter of trust between them and us.
"I have spoken to you before about how important that trust is between us and our clients and between myself and the staff that works for me. I must have people I can depend on. I cannot be wasting my valuable time checking on my employee’s behavior like a school monitor. I expect each of you to act as adults.
"Last night I am afraid I saw something that has caused me to lose a lot of that trust in you Mary. As I was having dinner in the hotel lobby yesterday evening I saw you lifting your skirt and flashing your bottom to the other male employees at the table next to yours as you were getting up to leave. I am not going to ask you for an explanation or an excuse as I do not believe there is one. That type of behavior can never be tolerated here at this company. Am I making myself clear?"
You swallow and reply with a nervous, "Yes Mr. Ries."
"You are a very intelligent young woman who does excellent work while on the job, but I am afraid your personal behavior and maturity are lacking."
You feel as if you have stopped breathing. "Oh my God, he's going to fire me," she thought in a panic. My parents will die if I get fired from my first real job.
"Mary I am afraid I am going to have to dismiss you from employment here. I would like you to clean out your desk at the office as soon as we return from this conference. You are free to take whatever personal items you have at your desk with you. You will find a box in the closet down the hall."
Mary stood there numb for a few seconds. "Dear God, no. I can't lose this job. I can't be fired she thought.
"Mr. Ries, please, please don't fire me. I promise I will not do it again. I know it was wrong. I am sorry. It will never happen again. I promise I will do better here on the job" she pleaded.
"No Mary you..."
"Please Mr. Ries. I can't afford to lose my job. I have a car payment now and insurance to pay. for."
"You should have thought of that before you went around showing your bottom to your co-workers young lady" he replies sternly.
"I know Sir. I know I have behaved badly, but please don't fire me. Can't you do something else to punish me and still let me keep my job."
"Mary, I ..."
"Please Sir, I will accept any type of punishment you say just don't fire me," she begged with tears in her eyes.
Mr. Ries sat there and stared at her for a few moments and then took a deep breath.
"Very well Mary. I know how hard it is to find another job these days. You are a smart girl and you do very good work. Still, I am not going to let you get by with this type of behavior here at my firm. You mentioned you would accept punishment as a substitute for being fired. Come around here by my side," Mr. Ries says in a commanding voice.
Mary had brightened when she realized that perhaps she was not going to be fired. "Thank God she said to herself. That would have meant having to tell her parents.
She walked around and stood beside where Mr. Ries was sitting on a hard-backed wooden chair and looked down at him. He had backed his chair away from the bed and was looking up at her.
"Now Mary since your bottom got you into this mess your bottom can now get you out. I am going to give you a good spanking over my lap as punishment for your behavior."
At first, Mary was not sure she heard right. "What" she uttered.
"You head me young lady you can either accept a spanking across my lap or be fired. The choice is yours."
Mary stood there frozen. Her heart was flying. What was she going to do now? I have to have this job she said to herself. If I am fired for something like this I will never get another one.
"I am waiting, Mary," Mr. Ries said sternly.
She stepped forward and started to lean down when he reached up and took her by the arm and pulled her down across his lap. With a quick motion, he flipped her skirt up on her back leaving her bottom and panties up in the air across his knees.
"It's unfortunate a young woman your age should have to be treated like this Mary, but your behavior leaves me no choice. He shifted her weight on his lap to move her head further down toward the floor and lift her bottom higher in the air.
Mary’s hair and hands were touching the floor and she could spell the leather of Mr. Ries’s dress shoes. "Oh, my gosh, I am really going to get a spanking," she thought to herself.
This can't be happening.”
Mr. Ries looked down at the white lace panties stretched tight across Mary’s full bottom. He admired her shape for a few seconds before bringing his right hand up in the air. He brought it back down with a firm "Smack" as it landed across the center of her bottom. He brought his hand back up and came down again on her right bottom cheek with another "Smack" then proceeded to do the same to the left bottom cheek.
Mary felt the impact on her bottom as her employer brought his hand down. His hand stung her bottom where it landed.