Ken Danager, the wonder boy of Bowman Advertising was late again. At twenty-four, despite his chronic lateness, he was the youngest Account Manager in company history. His imagination and his ability to turn his ideas into art enabled him to rise quickly. However. he had no excuse for being late.

The meeting at Taggart International had been on his schedule for two weeks, and nothing had happened this morning to account for his tardiness. His boss, Peter Keating, had counseled him more than once about being punctual but to no avail. Despite his best intentions, Ken could never get it together enough to be on time. He was always hurrying to get somewhere, and such was the case now.

Trying to make up time in the mid-town morning rush hour was an exercise in futility. The heavy rain that drenched the city made things even worse. When, at last, he arrived at the Taggart building he was thirty minutes late and couldn't find a place to park. While nervously circled the block, every spot vacated in front of him was claimed by someone before he could get there.

Finally, as he was approaching the entrance of the building once again, a limousine pulled away from the curb. As he hastily pulled up, he passed through a large puddle and sent muddy water flying all over the women who had just stepped out of the limo. Ken quickly exited his car and rushed to apologize. He found himself face to face with a stunningly beautiful and very irate brunette.

"Oh my God. I am so sorry. I'm late for a meeting and I had to drive around the block because I couldn't find a place to park. When this spot opened, I just had to grab it. I didn't see the puddle and I'm sorry you got splashed." Ken was speaking so fast; his tongue was almost tripping over the words he was trying to say. His car had splashed her light grey business suit with muddy water, and she was soaked from head to toe. She stopped his useless attempt to wipe away the stains with an agitated wave of her hand.

"Little boys like you deserve to be spanked long and hard." Her words took him completely by surprise and generated a stirring in his loins. As far back as he could remember, Ken harbored a craving he never shared with anyone. His deepest desire was to be taken in hand by a stern female disciplinarian who would blister his bare bottom without mercy.

Her words brought this longing to the surface and left him speechless. All he could do was stand there while she stared at him with smoldering eyes. Before he could respond, she turned on her heels and strode quickly into the building. Not wanting to follow her too closely, he waited a few moments before following her into the building, making him even later. He found Peter Keating waiting for him in the lobby.

"Where the hell have you been? Don't you realize how important this meeting is? Taggart International is our largest account and your presentation will determine whether they remain with us. Ken, sometimes I think you are trying to sabotage your career. Mrs. Bowman called me last night to say that she is attending our meeting today and she is upstairs waiting for us right now. Not only are we meeting with the Marketing Director but also the Vice President of Operations, Margo Taggart herself. Now, let's get upstairs before we both lose our jobs."

Peter and Ken rode the elevator to the top floor which housed the executive offices of Taggart International where they found Susan Bowman waiting for them in one of the conference rooms. Mrs. Bowman (only family and close friends addressed her as Susan) was co-owner and CEO of Bowman Advertising. At fifty-eight yrs. old, her matronly appearance belied her tough demeanor. She ran her company with stern authority and was successful in an extremely competitive business.

"It's about time." Mrs. Bowman was not happy. She regarded Ken's chronic lateness as irresponsible selfish and rude. "Mr. Danager, if it weren't for the quality of your work, your employment at my firm would have ended long ago. You should know that Peter has gone to bat for you several times. He tells me you are indispensable to his department and has repeatedly persuaded me not to let you go. However, if things do not go well today, my tolerance is at an end. You will no longer be in my employ. Is that clear?" Ken's reply was interrupted when a smartly dressed young man entered the room.

"Miss Taggart has asked me to convey her apologies for being delayed. There was an incident that required her to change her clothes and she will be with you shortly. Is there anything I can get for you while you are waiting?"

"No, thank you,” Mrs. Bowman answered. “Can you tell us what happened? What sort of incident would require her to change her clothes?"

"A careless driver splashed her while she was standing at the curb outside. Her clothes were soaked, and she found it necessary to shower. She is almost ready and should be with you shortly."

Ken had a sinking feeling in his stomach. What were the chances that the woman he splashed, and Margo Taggart were not the same person? If she were, he was certain she would have him escorted from the premises as soon as she laid eyes on him. He didn't have to wait awfully long to find out. Ten minutes later, Margo Taggart swept into the conference room with her Marketing Director and both of their assistants in tow.

"Susan, how nice to see you." She greeted Mrs. Bowman with a hug. "It's been far too long since we've had a chance to catch up. How have you been? I'm looking forward to hearing your ideas for this year’s advertising campaign."

"We have several things to show you today. You've met Pete Keating before. Allow me to---"

"YOU!" Susan was interrupted when Margo recognized Ken as the driver who had splashed her. "This is the careless idiot who splattered mud all over me this morning," she exclaimed, stabbing her finger towards Ken. "Who is this irresponsible child and is he making the presentation today?"

"His name is Ken Danager,” answered Mrs. Bowman. “He is the one who designed this ad campaign and is here to demonstrate it. If you would rather not have him here, I will send him away." Ken knew that being "sent away" was just another way of saying fired. If he wanted to keep his job, he would have to act quickly.

"Miss Taggart, I really cannot tell you how sorry I am for what happened this morning. If I had not been in such a hurry it would not have occurred. I beg your forgiveness and will do anything I can to make it up to you. Please allow me to stay." Upon hearing his apology, Susan's features softened a bit.

"I accept your apology as it seems genuine. I believe what happened was not intentional, it was very careless and caused by your disregard for being on time. I still think you need to be taught a lesson but for now, let's concentrate on this project."

Seeing a chance to redeem himself, Ken quickly launched into his ad campaign. He outlined his ideas, accompanied by the sketches he drew to illustrate them. He was questioned repeatedly by Mrs. Bowman and Miss Taggart. Susan's questions, especially, were probing and designed to challenge his ideas and make him defend his views. Gradually, he deflected every objection. Finally, after several hours of exhausting work, Margo called a halt.

"Susan, this is one of the best campaigns I have ever seen. I can understand why Peter thinks this young man is so indispensable despite his shortcomings. There are a few fine points I would like to go over with him, but I see no reason for you and Peter to spend any more time on this. If you will leave the contract, I will sign it when I am done with him and send them both back to you." Susan smiled knowingly.

"I'm sure you know just what to do. I want you to report to my office as soon as you return," she said to Ken. "You and I still have some things to discuss. Come Peter, we have several matters to attend at the office." Ken watched as Peter and Mrs. Bowman left the office. The exchange between the women was a little confusing but spending time alone with someone as attractive as Margo Taggart was far more appealing than facing Mrs. Bowman.

"What were the points that you wanted to go over. Miss Taggart." Ken was eager to please Margo and ready to do anything.

"Miss Taggart is for the office. Unless I say otherwise, please call me Margo. Business can wait until after lunch. My car is waiting for us." Once they were seated in the limo, Margo's all-business attitude disappeared. She questioned Ken about his background, appearing most interested in learning about his parents and upbringing. The conversation put him completely at ease. Chatting with her was very enjoyable.

"Where are we going for lunch?"

"I'm having something prepared for us at my penthouse. It will give us the privacy we need for your spanking." Margo laughed gaily, making it appear her comment was made in jest, but her words were as shocking to Ken as a slap in the face.

"Don't worry, young man. It will all be over before you know it." She laughed again, but this time, Ken found no comfort in it. Though he was intrigued by the thought of being taken over her lap with his bottom exposed for punishment, the reality of a thorough spanking was something he hadn't experienced since childhood. The stories, photos, and videos that he found surfing the net were all titillating and provided much fodder for self-pleasuring, and he often yearned to be in just this situation. The possibility that it just might happen was tying his stomach in knots.

Margo quickly shifted the conversation to more mundane matters and by the time they arrived at their destination, Ken was hoping her comments about spanking him weren't serious. His fears vanished when they were greeted at the door of her penthouse by a middle-aged housekeeper. She greeted Margo warmly and eyed Ken coolly.

"The table is set, and your luncheon is ready. Shall I serve it now?"

"Yes. Thank you, Doris." They made their way into the dining room and their meal was being served as they sat down.

"She's very efficient, but I don't think she likes me."

"Don't mind her. Doris has been with my family for as long as I can remember. She treats me as if I were her own daughter and thinks any man I bring home is a potential serial rapist. There aren't many who have made it into her good graces." The conversation over lunch was a carryover of the one they had in the car. Every time he tried to talk about business, she abruptly changed the subject. Finally, the meal was over, and she called for Doris to clear away the dishes.

"I won't be needing you anymore today, Doris. Why don't you take the rest of the day off? I'm sure your husband will enjoy seeing you home early." It was evident Doris wasn't happy about leaving Margo alone with a strange man. After giving Ken a cold stare that would have impaled Count Dracula, she gathered her coat and left.

"You have the contract I am supposed to sign?" Margo's tone was, once again, all business. Ken handed her the document and watched as she glanced at it and set it aside.

"What were the things you wanted to discuss concerning the ad campaign?"

"There is nothing wrong with what you presented. It was perfect. One of the best proposals I have ever heard. What we need to talk about is why you are getting a spanking." Ken's mouth fell open as he was stunned into silence.

"You are going to sit there and listen to me. When I am done, you will have a choice to make. Ken, you are one of the most talented people I have ever met. The campaign you designed is brilliant. Your presentation was flawless. You could have a wonderful future in front of you, but it is all going to go to waste if you don't learn some discipline.

Despite your ability, Mrs. Bowman has some severe misgivings about you. That's why she attended our meeting today. She has been a friend of my parents since I was a little girl and she called me last night to tell me about the problems she is having with your lack of punctuality. In a different situation, the incident you caused today may have lost an important account. If she decides she doesn't want to wait for that to happen, your job is history. If that's what you want to happen, then just keep doing what you're doing. It won't be long before you find yourself out the door.”

“Now, let's talk about what you did to me this morning. In your haste to make up for being late, you were reckless and careless. It's bad enough that you ruined a $1000 business suit, but it could have been much worse. What if I had been stepping off that curb? You would have injured or possibly even killed me. How would you feel then? It would all have been caused by your inability to be on time. This behavior is not only unacceptable, it's destructive. Unchecked, it is going to harm you and possibly someone else.”

“You have been counseled by Mr. Keating several times and I would be willing to bet many people in your past have said the same things he did. None of it has taken hold. In my opinion, the only thing that will shake some sense into you is a good old-fashioned spanking. One that leaves you unable to sit comfortably for some time. If it doesn't, then as far as I'm concerned, you're a lost cause." Margot reached for the contract she had set aside, signed it, and slid it across the table.

"Here is your choice. You can pick up that contract, grab your coat and walk out the door. In that case, I will call Mrs. Bowman and tell her I got nowhere with you. Or you will take that chair you are sitting on and place it in the middle of the living room, facing the curtain."

Margo sat back in her chair, crossed her arms, and waited for Ken's response. He was greatly conflicted and for a long moment, all he could do was sit there staring at his hands, his cheeks blazing. Her scolding had stung him deeply because it was true. The part about possibly injuring her or someone else was especially meaningful. He could never live with himself if something like that happened.

Ken knew there needed to be a change in his outlook, but he wasn't sure he could do it on his own. At the same time, what she was proposing was going to be very embarrassing and painful. Slowly, he rose to his feet and stood there, staring at the document on the table, unable to meet her stare. He was ready to pick up the contract and walk away when he finally built up enough courage to look her in the eye.

What he saw surprised him and changed his mind. Ken expected to see the look of an angry woman who was determined to punish him. Instead of anger, her expression was one of sadness mixed with determination. He knew she wanted to see him change for his own good. He took off his jacket, hung it on the chair next to him and carried his chair into the living room.

Margot sighed and visibly relaxed. It was as if a great weight was taken from her shoulders. She followed him into the living room as he placed the chair where she indicated.

"I'm proud of you for making this decision," she said as she lightly kissed his cheek. "I told you this morning that you deserved a long, hard spanking and that's exactly what I'm going to give you. This is your last chance to back out. Are you still willing to go through with this?" He answered her wordlessly by slowly nodding his head.

"That's good. I'll need to change to do this properly. While I'm getting ready, I want you to remove every stitch of clothing." His eyes widened. He hadn't realized she wanted him exposed in such a manner. "Fold them neatly and place them on the table. From this moment until I tell you otherwise, you will address me as Ma'am or Miss Taggart. By the time I get back, I want you naked and standing next to that chair"

"Yes Ma'am," he answered quietly, staring at the floor, and blushing furiously. He watched her leave the room and began disrobing with more than a little trepidation. As he stepped out of his trousers, he realized that his fantasy was about to come true. That thought stirred his loins and made an erection bloom. By the time he slipped off his boxers, it was pointed at the ceiling. When Margo re-entered the room, he was standing nervously beside the chair with his hands in front of him in a vain effort to preserve his modesty.

She had changed into a pair of slacks and removed her jewelry, but what really caught his attention was the large wooden hairbrush in her hand. Ignoring his state of undress, she walked past him to the end of the curtain that covered the entire wall in front of him. Reaching into the corner, she pushed a button that retracted the curtain revealing a wall of glass and a panoramic view. The rain had stopped, and patchy clouds were allowing sunshine to fill the room. Ken instinctively began to withdraw but Margo was having none of that.

"Stay right where you are. I opened the curtain for a reason."

"But someone could see us." His voice contained a note of panic, but he obeyed her instructions.

"I hope they do. They will see someone who behaves like a child being spanked like one." She sat in the chair facing the window, dropping the brush onto the floor, and motioning for him to go over her lap. He quickly lowered himself onto it, hoping she wouldn't notice his erection. If she did, she made no comment.

"You are being punished because you are immature and irresponsible. Your behavior is childish, so you are being punished like one." She started by peppering his exposed backside with crisp smacks. Margo alternated cheeks and covered the entire area including the tops of his thighs alternating sides with a speedy tempo.

Though his rump colored rapidly, going from pink to red in short order, she was getting little reaction from him beyond an occasional grunt and a slight squirm. Ken was almost enjoying himself. The spanking was building some heat in his bottom but not enough to create any real distress. Margo was re-enacting a fantasy he masturbated to many times, and the raging erection rubbing against her thighs was threatening to erupt.

Being spanked in front of an open window was extremely humiliating and added to his reprimand. The only consolation was that anyone who saw them wouldn't know who he was. After a few minutes, the heat she was generating was far from unbearable and he was close to losing control. Sensing this, Margo stopped.

"Are you learning your lesson? Am I getting through to you at all?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said hoarsely. She knew he was lying but didn't blame him for it.

"What I'm feeling pressing against my legs tells me you're enjoying yourself. Your reactions are saying that I'm not teaching you anything at all. It is time I addressed that. Hand me that brush." It's weight surprised Ken when he picked it up. As he passed it to her behind his back, fear invaded his emotions. It was well founded.

"Are you aware of how rude and inconsiderate you are? Do you realize you show a complete lack of respect for others when you're constantly late?”

"Yes, Miss Taggart. I want to apologize for that. I'm deeply sorry for my behavior."

"Your words sound hollow to me. I believe this is a lesson that needs to be driven home." Suddenly, the heavy brush slammed into his left cheek with a crack that filled the room. A second, on the opposite side, followed quickly. Ken's head snapped back. His feet shot out straight behind him while a throaty yowl escaped his lips. Fun time had ended abruptly.

He couldn't believe how much pain that damn brush was causing him. It felt like someone had doused his ass with gasoline and set a match to it. Twisting his hips from side to side to avoid the fiery assault on his bottom was useless. His leg kicking became so violent that Margo couldn't hold him. He fell off her lap and found himself sitting on the floor at her feet.

"Stand up," she ordered. "I should have known you wouldn't be able to handle a spanking without being restrained." Once he was on his feet, he was so preoccupied with rubbing the sting from his rump, he didn't notice she was guiding him between her legs until she pulled him down across her left thigh. "Give me your right hand," she said while she clamped her leg over the back of his knees. As he had reached behind his back, Margo grabbed it by the wrist, pinned it to the small of his back, and immediately resumed hammering his already battered buttocks.

Ken wailed at the top of his lungs, his feet drumming into the floor. It was the only movement he was capable of. Margo used the brush to paddle him as fast and hard as she could, making him apologize with promises of reform. He searched for the right combination of words that would make her quit to no avail.

She ignored his efforts. His voice became shrill while he begged her to stop and the inferno in his ass raged beyond his endurance. His entire bottom and upper thighs were colored a deep dark red with splotches of purple where the bruises were already forming. Still, Margo wasn't satisfied.

"I'm sorry, Mommy! I'm sorrrreeeyy!" He burst into tears and collapsed across her lap. His body was wracked with deep, heaving sobs while tears and snot were streaming down his face. His use of the word "Mommy" surprised her, but his total surrender was what she wanted to see. After a few more swats to make sure her point was driven home, she stopped.

"It's over. You can get up." She helped him stand on shaky legs and he immediately began a ‘spanked boy dance', clutching his backside and hopping from foot to foot. There was no sign of arousal between his legs and he gave no thought to the show he was putting on for her. When his antics slowed and his crying subsided, she offered him some tissues to clean up his face.

"Into the corner. Hands on your head. I want you to reflect on why you were punished and what you're going to do to keep it from happening again." Once he was installed in the corner, she picked up her phone and dialed Susan Bowman's private line.

"Hi Margo. That was quite a show. Did it accomplish what we intended?" Now Ken understood why Margo opened the curtain. Mrs. Bowman had witnessed every smack that landed on his rump.

"Better than we hoped. I don't think you'll have any more problems with Mr. Danager's tardiness. Let's just say I got to the seat of the problem. I'm sending him back with the contract signed and I would like you to assign him to my account permanently. You might want to give him the rest of the day off. He's not going to be able to sit at his desk today. You let me know if you have any more problems with him and I'll make sure we have another 'talk".

Margo took a seat on the chair she had used to paddle Ken's ass and studied her handiwork. His bottom was already turning purple. It would take a week or more for the bruising to fade completely. Now was time to find out if she had accomplished anything.

"Keep your hands where they are and turn and face me." When he turned out of the corner, she was surprised to find his erection had returned. His face was blazing red, but he held his head high. After what she had just done to him, there was no sense in being shy.

"What have you learned today."

"That there are people who depend on me and I need to be responsible. Being constantly late is disrespectful and shows callous regard for them. I am deeply shamed by my actions. I want to apologize to you for what happened today. When I return to work, I will also apologize to Mrs. Bowman and Peter Keating." Margo went to him and held him close, feeling his erection pressing against her. Her hands gently rubbed his bottom as she looked him in the eye.

"The first part of your spanking was pleasurable for me also. I would like to try that under different circumstances, but if I ever need to discipline you again, I won't hesitate to blister your bottom. Now put your clothes on. Mrs. Bowman is waiting for you." She watched him dress and walked him to the door when he was ready.

"My driver will take you back to your office. I expect you back here at 7:00 pm tonight. You're taking me to dinner." She smiled as he flinched when she patted his rump.