Lucy was on her lunch break when she saw it. A half-eaten carrot hanging from her full lips, she decided that she had to have the bag. Fashioned to look like a camera, the Chanel bag boasted a quilted lambskin design. But while her remote job paid her good money, it wasn’t good enough for her to drop $10,000 on whim. Annoyed, she rolled her eyes, finished her lunch, and got back to work.

Though she would never admit it, Lucy definitely had a bratty streak. She grew up spoiled and to make matters worse, her gorgeous face and full-figure meant that she didn’t hear the word “no” very often. Perhaps that’s why, just a few hours later, she was in the midst of plotting to make the bag hers. While Lucy worked in marketing, she’d always been a whiz on the computer. She could still remember hacking into her high school’s online system and changing her grades just for the hell of it. As the years progressed, her skills only sharpened, which led her to her latest idea.

It was a simple scheme, really. A pretty textbook example of phishing. After all, Lucy was all about quick results from minimal effort. She’d send what looked to be an email from a reputable source (she’d found Verizon and Chase Bank worked best) to a random list of emails. If those emails were opened, malware would be installed on the computer, which caused a significant reduction of speed and the consistent crashing of apps. In the next few days, she’d send a separate email promoting an antivirus software promising to boost computer speeds and clean up any viruses to the same list of emails. For a hefty fee, people could download the software and erase the same malware she’d infected them with. It was a process she’d done once the year before when she decided that she just had to go to Tulum at the last minute and she was shocked at how well it worked. So she wasn’t surprised that, within a few weeks’ time, she walked out of the Chanel store with the bag of her dreams. 

Lucy knew that what she’d done wasn’t exactly “above board”, but it was easy to forget how she paid for the bag when she was constantly bombarded with compliments on the very first day she wore it. She loved the versatility of the accessory. Today, she’d paired it with a sleek pencil skirt and silk blouse that accentuated her in all the right places. She was headed to her office headquarters for her quarterly review and decided to get all dolled up. As a remote worker, she didn’t have the opportunity to dress up often, so it was always fun to slip on some heels and take a little extra care of her appearance.

But when she arrived for her 1 PM review, she was surprised to find her office deserted. Though her company wasn’t large, there were typically a few people milling around. At the very least, it was unusual for Lucy not to be greeted by the receptionist. Thinking she must’ve gotten something wrong, she reached into her bag for her phone to double check her meeting date and time. 

“Lucy, come on in,” a deep, cultured voice rang out.

Lucy’s heart rate immediately quickened. Though she’d met James Cavell several times, he always threw her for a loop. Perhaps it was the way he constantly caught her off guard, somehow materializing out of nowhere in the most disarming moments possible. Perhaps it was the sheer size of him. He was solid muscle and, even in her heels, he practically dwarfed her. Maybe it was his voice, the slightly ever-present growl that did things to her insides.Yes, all these things surely played a role. But, the most likely culprit was that he was sexier than any man had a right to be. Lucy never really thought she’d be into someone a decade older than her, but James Cavell had sent her heart into her throat from the moment she’d met him.

“Mr. Cavell. I’m sorry. Did I get our meeting time wrong?”

“No, you’re right on time. We’re just testing out Summer Fridays here in the office, so everyone took off around noon.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t mean to make you stay late. I can come back Monday if that works best for you.”

“If that’s what you prefer, we can absolutely reschedule. But, I’m happy to do your review now. You’re already here and it won’t take too long.”

“Now works.”

“Great, after you,” Mr. Cavell shared, leading his way to his private office and holding the door open.

Putting a little extra sway in her hips, Lucy walked past her boss and sat down in one of the two cozy chairs in front of his large desk. 

“Well, Lucy, I’ll get right down to it. Your work over the last quarter has been immaculate, as usual.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Unfortunately, this will be your last day working for Cavell Enterprises.”

“Sir?” Lucy questioned, at a loss for words.

“You see, no matter how solid your work ethic is, I’m not in the habit of employing scammers.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean, sir.”

Of course, that was a lie. Lucy knew exactly what her boss was referring to. But she also knew that playing dumb had worked for her in the past. Besides, there was no way her boss could know about her phishing scam. She’d made certain that she’d blocked her IP address when she’d sent out those emails.

“Let’s not add being a liar to your list of sins, young lady,” Mr. Cavell said, before slowly turning his desktop screen to face his beautiful employee. “It always amazes me what people are willing to do with company property,” he continued. “Did you or did you not sign an agreement not to use your company computer for personal use?”

Lucy could feel her cheeks heating up. Of all the stupid rookie mistakes to make, this might’ve been the dumbest. How had she forgotten to switch over to her personal computer? Sure, she wasn’t expecting that her boss had installed spyware on her computer but, still, this was such an amateur error.

“I asked you a question, young lady.”

“Yes, sir,” Lucy whispered, bowing her head in shame.

“As I thought. I’ll be sending your final check to the address on file as well as a packing slip for your company phone and computer.”

It was then that Lucy began to panic. She loved her job. It was easy, paid well, and offered her so much flexibility. And with the job market being what it was, she knew it could be months before she found something new, especially since she couldn’t look to Mr. Cavell for a reference. Odds were that even if she did manage to find something quickly, the new gig wouldn’t be nearly as great as the one she had now.

“Please, Mr. Cavell, I’m so sorry,” Lucy stammered desperately. “Please don’t fire me. Give me a second chance.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Lucy,” Mr. Cavell said calmly. “Frankly, you’re lucky I’m not contacting the authorities. Please leave my office.”

But Lucy wasn’t to be deterred. She stuck out her pouty bottom lip and blinked her huge doe eyes up at her sexy boss. “Please sir, I promise it’ll never happen again. Please, please, don’t fire me!”

“Enough Lucy,” Mr. Cavell boomed. “I cannot, in good conscience, continue to keep you in my employment. Not only are you a thief and a liar, but you’ve also been scamming people on company time. I can’t argue that you’ve been a solid worker, but you are clearly a young lady who lacks discipline —”

“Then discipline me!” Lucy rudely interrupted, her desperation now palpable.

“I’m sorry?”

“Discipline me, sir,” Lucy continued, struggling to come up with anything that would allow her to keep her job. “You can put me on probation and monitor all my activity. I’ll even let you put spyware on my personal computer so you can check to make sure that I’m not still phishing. Or I could come into the office a few days a week so you could keep a closer eye on me.”

“Hmm, probation isn’t a bad idea.”

At her boss’s musing, Lucy began to feel better. She might be embarrassed, but now it seemed more likely that she’d walk away from this encounter relatively unscathed. Probation wasn’t ideal, but it was better than being outright fired. Besides, nobody would know she was on probation except for her boss.

“But probation alone isn’t enough of a punishment for your crimes,” Mr. Cavell continued. There was a long pause before Lucy decided to play her final hand.

“I guess I could take a pay cut,” Lucy said, her voice resigned.

“Clearly, you can’t, or you wouldn’t have resorted to stealing. Besides, I have something more old-fashioned in mind for someone as naughty as you.”

Lucy didn’t know why, but her heart began to thud against her tight silk blouse. Her chest began to rise and fall at warp speed. At a loss, she racked her brain for old-fashioned punishments.

“Do you want me to write lines, sir?”

“No. I think we both know that what you really need is a spanking.”

Lucy’s mouth opened and closed but no words came out. Instead, she gave the impression of a gasping fish. But while she might’ve been at a loss for words, her body was communicating quite clearly. At her boss’s suggestion, she felt her nipples go hard. Her stomach flipped the way it only did when she was at the very top of a roller coaster. But, most importantly, she could feel the pulsing of her throbbing pussy.

“Sir,” Lucy stammered. 

“You heard me, Lucy,” he countered. “The only way I’ll allow you to stay on at my company is if you submit to a discipline spanking and probation. Otherwise, please exit my office immediately. The choice is yours.”

Lucy felt like her head was swimming. While she sat there like a shocked Pikachu, her boss watched her with a stern yet bored expression, as if he offered to spank women on a daily basis. For all Lucy knew, he did just that. The idea shouldn’t have turned her on as much as it did. She was embarrassed to admit that she made her decision with a staggering amount of speed. 

“I’ll do it, sir,” Lucy breathed.

“What was that, Lucy? And please show me respect and look at me when you’re talking to me.”

Locking eyes with her boss, Lucy suddenly understood what it meant to be an insect trapped in a spider’s web. Trying to cover up her mounting unease, she thrust her shoulders back as a last ditch effort of defiance. Of course, that move only put her pert nipples on display. Clearing her throat Lucy repeated herself.

“I’ll do it, sir.”

“You’ll do what, young lady?”

“I’ll…submit to your discipline, sir. I’ll submit to your spanking.”

Nodding once, Lucy’s boss let out a throaty “Hmm” before giving his next order.

“Go and lock the door,” he declared. “I doubt the cleaning crew will stop by this early but you never know.” 

Rising, Lucy did as she was told. By the time she made it back to her previous spot, Mr. Cavell had frosted his glass windows turning them opaque. He stalked over to her and grabbed her hand. She’d never noticed how big his hands were before.  Slightly calloused and warm, they sent her heart rate into overdrive. Before she could blink, she was led over to the couch in the corner of the room. Mr. Cavell sat down and began guiding Lucy between his parted legs. Despite the fact that she was still standing, she wasn’t much taller than her seated boss. 

“Have you been spanked before, Lucy?” 

“No, sir.”

“Well, you’re long overdue then, aren’t you, naughty girl?”

Embarrassed, Lucy had no idea how to respond. But her boss wasn’t going to let her off the hook. Squeezing her hand gently, he injected even more steel into his voice.

“My questions are not rhetorical, young lady.”

“Yes, sir, I’m overdue.”

“Well, I’ll be sure to be thorough,” he said, a smirk playing on his face. “This is your last opportunity to get out of this punishment. Once I have you over my knee, your spanking is over when I say it is and not a moment before.”

“I understand, sir.” 

“Alrighty then, let’s get started,” Mr. Cavell shared before pulling on Lucy’s hand and gently guiding her over his knees. 

He positioned her for a few seconds until her torso was pressed against one side of the couch and everything from her knees down were floating in air. Locking one hand around Lucy’s waist, Mr. Cavell pulled her closer toward him. Finally, he rested his hand on her lush bottom. Lucy’s breath caught, her nerves skyrocketing. While she appreciated the weight of her boss’s hand, she felt the first sliver of fear. She knew her butt wasn’t small; it was round and curvy like a bubble. But somehow her boss managed to fit an entire cheek into one large hand. This discovery led Lucy to involuntarily shrink away, squeezing her cheeks together and tucking them away from his touch.

“Oh, no you don’t, young lady,” he scolded. “You will keep this ass up, open, and available to me for the entirety of your punishment. Relax your bottom and arch your back immediately.”

Lucy felt herself grow wet at Mr. Cavell’s roughly delivered words and immediately felt grateful that her ankle length pencil skirt was still in place. Taking a deep breath, she quickly followed instructions. 

“That’s a good girl,” her boss said soothingly. 

Lucy couldn’t help but preen a little at his praise. But she wasn’t able to bask in it for more than a second before the first SMACK came crashing down on her bottom. Lucy hissed out in shock. It had stung more than she thought it would. The second SMACK came just as fast, somehow still managing to surprise her.

Her boss continued to keep a quick tempo, raining slap after slap on Lucy’s bottom. After a minute or two of continuous slaps, Lucy began wriggling her hips, trying to avoid her boss’s steady hand. But Mr. Cavell was like a metronome, keeping perfect pace no matter how much she squirmed. After a dozen more slaps, Lucy let out her first “OW!” Four more, and the young professional began to apologize.

“Please, Mr. Cavell, I’m so sorry.”

“You will always refer to me as Sir when you’re over my knee, Lucy.”

“Please, Sir! I’m sorry. I won’t do it again!”

Suddenly, like magic, her boss stopped spanking her. Lucy breathed a sigh of relief. Why hadn’t she tried apologizing earlier?

“Stand up, please,” Mr. Cavell demanded.

Awkwardly, Lucy managed to find her footing. She was grateful that her punishment had come to an end. Sure the spanking had hurt, and it was quite embarrassing, but the pain wasn’t too bad and it was certainly preferable to being fired. After catching her breath, she gathered her courage and locked eyes with her boss again.

“I really am sorry, Sir.”

“I’m afraid you’re going to be even sorrier, Lucy, because that was only the first part of your spanking.”

“The first part?”

“I promised to spank your bottom, Lucy, not your skirt. That was just a warmup.”

“But it hurts, Sir!”

“I know, baby; and it’s only going to get worse. Now please step out of those shoes.”

Glaring at her boss, Lucy stepped out of one shoe. But her natural defiance wouldn’t allow her to completely obey. Once she’d put her bare foot on the floor, she carelessly flung the other heel off of her foot, sending it flying a few feet into the wall. Of course, Mr. Cavell was having none of the attitude and he quickly landed four slaps on her bottom. 

“OW!” Lucy whined.

“You, young lady, have clearly needed discipline for a long time,” he declared.

Before Lucy could respond, her boss found her zipper and yanked her skirt down. Lucy stood in her lacy black panties with her skirt pooled around her feet for just a second before she was tugged back over Mr. Cavell’s knee.

“Noooo.”

“Oh yes, little one,” he responded, before he began raining harsh SMACKS down once more.

Lucy couldn’t believe how much protection her skirt had provided. These new smacks were even more impactful; less stingy, more deep. And while the pain was greater, so was the pleasure. She found herself simultaneously resenting her boss’s hard hand and feeling grateful that she’d unwittingly put on pretty panties for him. She wondered if he was appreciating them too. But it wasn’t long before it became hard to think about pleasure or anything else. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. The spanking was constant. No matter how much she wiggled, Mr. Cavell always managed to find his mark, alternating between her cheeks evenly and easily. In a bid of desperation, Lucy reached one hand back to protect her warm bottom. Splaying her hand out, she tried frantically to protect both bottom cheeks at once. But her boss was not to be deterred. While Lucy managed to slow him down a bit, Mr. Cavell continued spanking her.

“Move that hand right now, Lucy,” he demanded, his low voice somehow still ringing out over the firm smacks.

“I’m sorry, Sir! I’ve had enough.”

“I decide when you’ve had enough, young lady. Now move that hand.”

“NO!” Lucy yelled with a bravado she didn’t feel.

Not willing to argue with his employee any more, Mr. Cavell grabbed the hand covering her bottom and gently moved it to the small of her back, once again giving himself full access to her ass. And when Lucy moved her remaining hand to replace the one he’d just captured, her boss was ready for that one too. He gripped both of her dainty wrists in his large hand before leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he hissed. “I was going to give you more of a warmup, but it seems you’re ready for the main event.”

With that, he gripped the top of Lucy’s panties and slowly dragged them down, baring her bottom one inch at a time. Lucy gasped, but Mr. Cavell didn’t stop there. He kept dragging the panties down until they’d passed her ankles and dropped them on the ground by her skirt.

Lucy was shocked, but she was also dripping. She worried about being spanked on her bare bottom, but she also worried that her boss would discover her arousal. Desperate to hide herself, she quickly crossed her legs. SMACK! The first smack on her naked ass took her breath away. It was the most painful one yet. Worse, the sound it made was crisper, sharper, and made her flinch. Mr. Cavell seemed to pick up speed, spanking her at double time. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.

Lucy’s bottom was on fire. But with her wrists captured, she was powerless to stop him. Still, she continued wriggling, which was adding a truly delicious pressure to her clit. Suddenly, Lucy was sure that she’d orgasm from her spanking alone. She squeezed her legs together firmly, trying to give her clit the exact pressure she needed. But right as she was about to fall over the edge, her boss separated her legs.

“I thought I told you that you were to keep this ass up for me for your whole punishment.”

Lucy could only moan in response. 

“You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do, young lady?” he continued. “You think I couldn’t smell your arousal the moment that I pulled down those panties of yours? But you are a very naughty girl and naughty girls don’t get to cum.” 

Mr. Cavell’s words were only pushing Lucy closer to the edge. But without direct pressure on her clit, she simply couldn’t fall over it.

“Spread your legs and arch your back right this second,” he demanded.

Reluctantly, Lucy followed her boss’s instructions. As much as she wanted an orgasm, she found herself wanting to obey his directions even more. Abruptly, Lucy felt Mr. Cavell shift and, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her boss reach for her panties. Before she could wonder what he was doing, she felt a new sensation on her wrists as he quickly and efficiently tied her wrists together with her panties at the small of her back.

“If you weren’t so naughty, I wouldn’t have to tie you up, now would I?”

“No, Sir,” Lucy moaned.

“Arch that ass for me,” Mr. Cavell ordered. 

As Lucy complied, she felt his hand move to the very top of her bottom and pulled up slightly. This further bared the crease where her bottom and her thighs met.

“I’m going to make sure you think of me and what a naughty girl you are every time you sit down, Lucy,” her boss promised. With that, he began laying into her sit spots. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. Instead of alternating between each cheek like before, Mr. Cavell would lay into one cheek repeatedly before switching over to the other one. The pain took Lucy’s breath away. She didn’t understand how she could still be surprised by her spanking. But this hurt more than anything he’d done to her so far. The skin between her thighs and ass was incredibly sensitive and tender and it wasn’t long before her arousal was a distant memory. Instead, she could only thrash as he continued his assault on her bottom.

But squirming only led to her boss increasing his efforts. He brought his smacks down the length of one thigh and all the way back up to the top of her ass crack. Soon, Lucy’s vision was blurry with tears, her voice raw with unaccepted apologies and pleas. Eventually, all the fight went out of her, her body collapsing on her boss like a balloon deflating. She knew what she’d done was wrong and the only thing left to do was to accept her punishment, no matter how much it hurt. 

As Mr. Cavell watched his charge finally submit to his authority, he began to wrap up her punishment. These spanks were harder but delivered with far less speed. Feeling his point was made, he ended Lucy’s spanking with one final SMACK. 

He looked down at the beautiful, round, roasted, bottom before him with admiration and pride. If only all disciplinary matters could be handled this way. Lucy’s skin boasted red undertones that made him want to take a bite out of it. Instead, he gently caressed each cheek before squeezing them roughly. When Lucy made no move to retreat, he cooed in satisfaction.

“There’s a good girl.”

Lucy felt as if she was floating. After her boss’s harsh treatment, the gentle touches felt incredible on her sensitized skin. The squeezes weren’t as lovely, but she found herself enjoying Mr. Cavell taking possession of her body. She felt as if she could’ve stayed over this strong man’s lap forever. But, all too soon, he was gently helping her up. As he stood up, she found herself diverting her gaze, the intimacy of what they’d just shared staggering. But Mr. Cavell was having none of it. Gently, he placed his hand under her chin and lifted it up until she met his gorgeous eyes.

“I think we’ll finish this lesson with some corner time,” he said, guiding her by her elbow and marching her into the only empty corner of the room. 

“Nose touching the corner,” he instructed and Lucy quickly followed directions. “Now arch that gorgeous ass out for me.” Lucy’s face felt flush, but she did what she was told. But even immediate obedience couldn’t save her and Mr. Cavell landed a dozen sharp swats on her raw behind before commanding her to stay put.

For Lucy, the time in the corner seemed eternal. She had no clue if she’d be standing there for a minute or an hour. Still, she took care to stand fairly still, sure that any sudden movements would incur her boss’s wrath. She felt a myriad of emotions while she was in the corner. Guilt over what she’d done. Relief that she’d been punished for it. But the emotion she kept coming back to was arousal. Yes, the spanking had hurt. That much she couldn’t deny. But she couldn’t help feeling that submitting to her boss was sexy as hell. What did this mean? What did she want it to mean?

Mr. Cavell sat behind his desk staring at his gorgeous employee. He’d always found Lucy to be a beautiful woman, but standing in the corner, hands bound by her own panties, blazing butt on show, she’d never been sexier. He couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to see her in this state. After fifteen minutes of admiration, however, he decided that she’d been punished enough.

“Come here, Lucy.”

Lucy startled, her boss’s low voice surprising her out of her reverie. Eager to obey, Lucy quickly moved to stand in front of where he was seated at his desk. As she faced him, she realized that her pussy was on show for him and her arousal ratched up yet another notch.

“Have you learned your lesson, young lady?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And will you scam innocent people ever again?”

“No, Sir. I promise.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I am going to untie your wrists now, but you will absolutely not rub that naughty bottom. There will be no relief for this sore red bottom, now or this entire weekend. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” Lucy whimpered.

“Good,” Mr. Cavell stated before turning his employee around, untying her panties, and freeing her wrists. “You may get dressed now.”

Nodding, Lucy turned back around and began reaching for her panties. But Mr. Cavell merely raised an eyebrow before pocketing her drenched underwear.

Blushing, Lucy wandered over to her skirt and gingerly put it back on. But her gentle coaxing of the tight garment could not take away the sting she felt as the fabric brushed up against her punished flesh. Mr. Cavell watched the whole thing avidly, a smirk kissing his beautiful face. Lucy was stepping back into her heels before he spoke again.

“I have one last question and then you’re free to go, Lucy.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“What did you need money so desperately for that you resorted to phishing?”

“Umm,” Lucy stammered, suddenly embarrassed about the lengths she’d gone through for a silly accessory. “I just really wanted that bag, Sir,” she admitted, pointing to where the since forgotten Chanel purse hung over the arm of a chair.

Mr. Cavell shook his head, none too impressed. 

“All of this over a silly bag? I should give you a maintenance spanking every week for the duration of your probation over that.”

Lucy’s heart leapt at that suggestion. Fighting a smile, she gave her cheekiest response.

“Whatever you think is best, Sir.”