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For a moment he looks puzzled, but rapidly his face fills with understanding. “Smita, you edited this file and deleted Singh’s name, didn’t you? This sends the material deep into the crack between my soft cheeks, effectively exposing my bottom fully. He gathers my long black hair off my back, and lets it fall to one side. Is there a slight guilty pleasure in what I am experiencing? Each slap causes me to throw back my head and shout a begging protest. My hair sags over my face due to the flailing each slap causes in me. I shudder as he inspects the deep red glow of my exposed cheeks. He expresses some mock sympathy when he sees the mixture of mascara and tears that trail down both sides of my face. I had thought we were finished, but it seems that we are not. “That’s right Smita, we cannot let your devious attempt to deceive me go unpunished can we?
However, when you lie to me and then attempt to cover up your lies by deception…” His sentence trails off. Hassan gets up and walks across the room to where he can get a better view. My boss’s firm hand grasps the material of the panties just above my butt and pulls it up my back. “You certainly know how to treat a wayward employee I must say,” Hassan says. That just leaves us with the matter of your lying to take care of.” I am shocked.
If Singh is there I can kiss goodbye any chance of getting a new contract from Hassan.” Hassan is one of our important clients from the Middle East.
“Well, normally it would be fine Smita, but you see I’ve also invited Ahmed Hassan and he hates Singh.
I feel nervous as I tread the corridor to his office. He is the perfect boss and this job is easily the best I have ever had.
Yes sir, I’ll be in your office in two minutes.” His voice sounds irritated, even slightly angry. He never criticizes me and he always understands if I am ill or late.
He stares across the table at me, his eyes penetrating me. By about the tenth slap my poor bottom starts to feel warm all over. “No sir, please, it hurts,” I whimper, as I twist on his lap. My boss replies with a sigh, “No it is not necessary, Smita. However, don’t plan on coming to work tomorrow or any other day. “I think she’s made her decision,” says Hassan to my boss. I am appalled at hearing them talk about me this way. Finally, the belt is lifted high, and then brought down with speed and force. Hassan finishes feeling me up when my boss says, “That’s enough now Smita. Please do not ever try to deceive me again.” “I won’t sir, honestly I won’t.” I continue to sob. I step into my petticoat and tie its strings around my waist. Due to the shame I feel, I keep my eyes downcast as I put back on my bra and blouse. Every time my petticoat rubs on my buttocks, I wince in pain. “And thank you sir for giving your time to see that my punishment was fair.” The men look at each other.
” “No sir I didn’t.” I know I’m very red in the face and fidgeting nervously. I feel an uncomfortable tingle as I slide back into my chair. Second and third blows follow quickly, one on each cheek. At this point I can grit my teeth and take each slap with no more than a jerk of my body and a slight frown. Such ruminations cannot last long though; as my mind is constantly brought back to the task at hand by the swift series of spanks I receive, alternating between one cheek and the other. I want you naked for the next bit.” I pause momentarily, alarmed that I must reveal myself in front of them. I promise I will not lie in future.” I speak with pleading sincerity. ” In hopeless resignation I lower my face and begin to undo the snaps on my blouse. He slides it over my buttocks down to my thighs and then back again. Feeling anxious, I try to peep up over my shoulder. ” As I endure the last two or three blows, I scream in agony, twisting and turning, barely able to maintain the required position. The initial contact of his fingers increases the pain as he irritates the soreness, but as he presses harder he unwittingly brings limited relief to me. He seems to delight in the soft moans each touch brings from me. Somewhat comically given the amount of time I have spent naked before these men, I try to cover my breasts and pubic hair as I get dressed. “Thank you sir for punishing me.” Then I look at Hassan.
Mistakes I can accept, though I must say that in this case your error will be an expensive one. My hands hold me up off the floor and my butt sticks up in the air in the perfect position for him to see. I want you to contemplate the burning sting a while longer.” How can he be so cruel? My panties are still riding high on my hips, showing most of my reddening bottom. After handing Hassan his drink, he says, “Now Smita, you have been punished for your mistake.
and if I can’t trust you…well…I am forced to let you go.” These words echo through my head as I feel a knot in my stomach grow tighter. I sit up and half turn in my chair so I can face him. I feel myself being pulled across his lap by my arm. I assume he realizes how mean my boss’s command seems to me. More than a minute passes until I am finally told that I should stand up. Put them back on your head like before.” I stand erect in that position. The arms of my tight blouse are damp with my perspiration. Himself tired and reddened by his exertions, my boss pours himself and his guest a cold drink from a small refrigerator in the corner of his office.
The note read, “Smita, Please consider this a bonus and cash this at once.” The check was for 0, signed by Hassan.