I'm in my thirties and I have worked at advertising agencies all of my life. Advertising has been a male dominated, so I have tended to treat women with little respect in my other jobs. Since I have won several awards in the industry, the women I worked with were either my personal secretaries or were in entry-level positions.
My own private life was the same way. Since I made a lot of money, drove new cars, and always wore expensive clothes; women would literally fall at my feet. They would do anything I wanted them to do without questioning me.
At my other jobs, women would get my coffee for me, return client calls, run personal errands for me, and they made life real easy for me. If they were dressed real nice, I would pat them on their behind and tell them how hot they looked. None of the women ever complained and I got used to this type of work atmosphere.
Then I got a job offer I couldn't refuse. It was for a small advertising agency that had some big international clients. I was offered a job where I would get double my current pay, and now my work would be seen on an international basis. I signed a contract for they job, and started there two weeks ago.
What was different about this job was that I was the only man working there. Carol, the boss of the agency, had her own office. I worked in a center cubicle, with Karen on one side and Judy on the other side. In the middle of the company was a large conference room where we showed our work to our clients. On the other side of the conference room were three more cubicles, where our support staff worked. Also, when you first came into the office was a desk where Kay, the receptionist worked.
Kay would take phone messages for me and everyone else in the company. So I didn't have my own secretary to run personal errands and get coffee for me. Whenever Karen or Judy would walk past my cubicle, I would ask them to get coffee for me and I would usually pat them on their behinds and tell them how hot they looked.
It was Friday morning and when Carol, my boss arrived, and she asked me to attend a meeting with her at 4 PM in the conference room. Carol didn't say what it was going to be about, but I assured her that I would be there. So I went about my work as usual, figuring that it was probably a meeting about a client I was working on.
When 4 PM rolled around, I walked into the conference room. At the head of the table was Carol, and on both sides of her were Karen and Judy. I was surprised because I originally thought that the meeting was just going to be between Carol and myself.
"Jim, come on in and have a seat. We need to have a serious discussion with you." Carol said.
I took a seat and asked, "Is there a problem I am not aware of?"
"Just sit there and hear us out, then we will allow you to speak," Carol said.
The clients that I had been working with loved my ideas, so I knew this meeting was not about my work. "Okay, I'll listen. What are your concerns."
Then Carol said, "Every since you started to work here, I have gotten complaints from the entire staff on how badly you treat them. Our clients like your work, but the employees here don't like you. You seem to treat all women with very little respect. Although I am considered the boss of the company, Karen and Judy own as much stock as I do and have an equal say in how this company is run. You should be getting coffee for them, not the other way around."
I started to say, "I'm sorry, but…"
"Keep quiet and let me finish," Carol said. "You make rude remarks about how "hot" they look and to make matters worst, you have been slapping them on their behinds. This behavior will not be tolerated around here."
"I'm sorry they feel that way. It was just accepted behavior in the other ad agencies that I worked at." I responded.
"Did you read your contract before you signed it?" Carol asked.
"I read it over real fast," I said. "I didn't notice anything unusual."
"First of all, the first 90 days of your employment, you are on probation. You also can be fired during that time for no apparent reason. It also said that by signing the agreement that you will submit to any disciplinary action during that time period. Karen, Judy and I have discussed you employment here and have come up with a plan to deal with your situation. Are you set to hear it?" Carol said.
"I guess so."
"We will give you a choice. Either you are fired right now or you accept our disciplinary action. So what will it be?" Carol asked.
I knew that if I worked at another ad agency that I wouldn't get the same salary as I did here. Also, I really liked working here because of their international clients. Besides, the disciplinary action couldn't be that bad so I said, "I would like to keep my job, here, so what would be the disciplinary action?"
"Since you have treated Karen, Judy and the female staff so poorly, we are going to help you remember to treat all women with respect. We have decided to give you a bare bottom spanking. So you can either accept from us a spanking or you can walk out the door right now and consider yourself fired."
"You are kidding, aren't you?" I asked. "Why don't you cut my pay in half for two weeks?"
"It’s either a spanking to teach you to respect the women who work here or you are fired." Carol said.
The conference room had glass all around it and the inside blinds were pulled shut, but I knew the rest would still be able to hear my spanking. Most of the staff worked well past 5 o'clock, so it would be very humiliating to me for the whole female to hear me being spanked.
"If you have to spank me, can't it wait until all the staff has left the building.