OTK Box Set: Seventeen Short Spanking Stories

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Right apparently you need a lesson in following instructions as well as maintaining your professionalism," He paused briefly letting his words sink in and possible hoping she would realize her mistake. "I believe I told you to remove your jewelry as well Miss." His tone was biting. "As this is your first time I will overlook your forgetfullness as long as your remove it now. This is your only chance though. Don't expect me to overlook any other failures or oversights on your part while you are being punished." To say the least, the meal was a slow somber affair. Mummy had given her a small portion, knowing that her tummy would be in knots. Soon the table was cleared, and the pots washed. Once they were all put away, Mummy spoke. “Up you go.”Karen climbed the curved oak stair case slowly, her head down. She reached the landing and sulkily walked to her door. In she went and shut the door behind her, resting against it. She cried, she had let her Mummy down, she had been naughty girl. After all her praise, she was now a naughty girl, about to get a bare bottom spanking

Penny had a half-hearted attempt at dissuading them both: “Natasha, its wrong to take a peak at a private meeting, bottoms bare or not. If you insist, I’ll spank your bare to kingdom come…”

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Karen took out the envelope containing the slip….the slip…the white crispy slip, the DETENTION SLIP, and walked gingerly by the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hello Mum. I got this today.” They simply must look, but not be seen or they both might go over the knee of enthusiastic newbie, old-time Vicar. Mind you, thought Tasha naughtily, that might not be such a bad thing. Ladies of the PPC over a knee – it had a certain ring Is that you, Mrs W? I have a naughty boy here - could you come and take him away please? What's that? Oh, yes, you'd better bring the spanking strap - oh, hold on a moment, Mrs W, I think he's apologising _ it's all right, Mrs W, I won't be needing you to come, not for the time being, thanks anyway..."

Robin remained silent as she stood up and walked into his office. She had little doubt as to her immediate future but remained hopeful that all was not lost. Perhaps, Mr. Jenkins would be able to salvage something. As she stepped into his office he closed the door with a sharpness she had rarely heard or seen. It wasn't quite a slam but, those outside would know they were not to be disturbed. Daniel Jenkins said nothing to her as he settled down into his leather executive chair behind his modern all glass desk. Robin remained standing afraid to take her usual liberty of sitting across from him. She braced herself for the words to come. So...you got in trouble didn't you?" she asked, not in a rude way, in a nice way. I nodded. "Did you get a spanking?" I nodded again. "Is that why you didn't come down?" The vet asked Mrs Pike if she'd like to have a few moments alone with the dog to say goodbye, but she snapped her handbag open and shut and said she couldn't see the point. She must have looked distressed or something, because the vet put his big hand on her shoulder, moved it slowly up and down. Mrs.Weltwaay put the detention slips into envelopes at the end of the school day. Then with a stern face told them to go home.Now Tasha and Penny withdrew from the view, in fair old agitated state. Tasha needed to relieve herself in more than ways than one. Penny had an overwhelming desire to spank a bare. A naughty solution came to both:

Robin Toole was very much aware of the futility of regret. Still it lingered in her mind and she couldn't help but wish she had reacted better. If she had the experience that only years can bring she would have nipped the problem early on. She would have known after that first project that the situation was spiraling out of control and she would have confronted her boss forcing him to resolve the matter then and there. Experience requires experience. Sadly for all, it can not be learned any other way. By this time, my jeans were at my ankles. Mom pulled me down over her lap, then commanded, “Raise up.”

He caressed her cheek and kissed her lips. She responded, grateful for his tenderness, and hot as hell. "I'm sorry," she murmured, tremors of guilt throbbing through her core.

I'm pleased to announce that I've just published a new story collection, Twelve of the Best: Volume 13! Room to let for clean tidy boy, non smoker, must be new student of the university, correct candidate will enjoy welcoming home of experienced landlady A window was open in that small space known as the vestry. As they passed by an unmistakable sound emanated out, rooting them to the spot. Robin had stood staring at the closed door Mr. Vanderbol had walked out through. She had nearly been in tears. Still she didn't understand what had caused him to suddenly question her competence. Robin knew that all her hard work to this point would count for nothing when Mr. Jenkins learned she had lost their biggest account because she had smarted off. Worse yet was how connect Mr. Vanderbol was with many of their clients. They could expect to lose several more accounts just on his recommendation to them. The realization of her actions was slow to sink in but, it permeated her being with guilt and shame as it did. A single moment of impertinence had quite possibly bankrupted the company. Maybe not overnight but, it was the likely end result of losing such an influential client.Let's watch the Eurovision Song Contest," said Mrs Pike. "I listened to our entry and it's not at all bad." Mr. Jenkins was aware of the young woman standing so formally behind him. Still he could not bring himself to face her as he knew the firmness he needed would melt away. He breathed quietly attempting to suppress his emotions as he waited for her response. She was taking too long to be deciding to resign. He knew her choice long before she found the strength to voice it. Well, another thing which Penny noticed, was not surprising in itself but she took with utmost discretion and tact, although she was feeling very like that herself – a wetness on the lap where Tasha’s weight was bearing. Her instinct was to ignore but note – Tasha would sort that on her own. Yet, she took it as a compliment that she and Tasha could share such things – a bottom bare, the natural juices, all so healthy – that a spanking sometimes produces when done as it should be – vigorously, as Mrs F would say. As Vicar spanked she advised in clear stentorian tones: “now Vicar, dear, technique to use is outside in/alternate cheeks then up and down and right to left, then left to right across”. The Vicar complied, fell into a rhythm and the music of hand on bare cheek filled the air. You all know the drill. At 22, Robin was the youngest assistant Mr. Jenkins had ever hired. She was painfully aware of the fact as most of her co-workers had let her know just what they thought of her and how she must have got her position. They were completely wrong but, she never bothered to correct them. She had learned long ago that people only change their opinions when you give them reason to, and actions always rang truer than words. The fact of the matter was she had been hired because she was the most qualified applicant. She had a bachelor's degree which a third of her co-workers didn't have. She was dedicated to her career and her goals were in alignment with the Mr. Jenkins. He had noticed that part himself and commented that he saw a little bit of himself in her. After all he was barely thirty, far younger than two thirds of the people working for him. None of them would even think to insinuate that he hadn't earned his place at the top. She had told herself that they were jealous of her. Sitting quietly at her desk, Robin was quite certain that none of them were jealous now.