Exhibited For A Spanking
In Janet’s Hard Lessons by James Dawson, we meet a lady whose embezzlement has put her in a very vulnerable position:
I want you to go around to the end of the table,” he motioned to his right and then behind him, “and I want you to walk right up to the window.
She looked to the spot apprehensively. Nude, except for her panties and shoes, the tall willowy blonde with the big breasts followed his instruction. The men watched as she walked around the long table, right up to the window. She looked out over the tremendous view.
“Put your hands on top of your head and move up.”
She did.
“Put your tits against the glass.”
Janet did as instructed. She leaned forward touching the cold glass with her nipples. The contact made her suck in her breath.
Jamison reached for the phone and pushed a speed dial button. He lifted the handset out of the battery charger stand and walked over to where Janet was standing. Listening for an answer, he sat at the edge of the table a few feet from her. She felt his eyes go up and down her exposed body.
“Bill?” he said into it. “Yeah, fine…Say got a minute?…Great, well have a look in my window, and tell me what you think.”
Janet felt a flock of butterflies take off in her stomach. She was on lewd display. She looked out at the buildings, wondering which one he was talking to. She closed her eyes in humiliation.
A moment passed.
“Nice, eh?” He chuckled, and then listened.
“Oh that’s right, I forgot. You’re an ass man…” He looked over at Janet.
“Turn around,” he told her.
Keeping her hands on her head, she stepped back and turned herself around facing the room. She noticed the two other men had walked up to stand in front of her.
“Pull your panties about halfway down your thighs.”
Janet bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame. Her hands went to her panties. She slowly eased them down her thighs. The blonde hair of her sex came into view.
“What do you think?” Jamison said into the phone.
He listened.
“Bend over,” he said to her.
Slowly, she bent over at the waist.
“Press your ass against the glass.”
She leaned backward until the cheeks of her bottom made contact with the cool glass.
He listened for a moment, and then laughed out loud.
“You’re right,” he laughed again, “Goddamned right she deserves it.”
He listened again.
Janet’s heart began to pound with anxiety.
“Sure, I’ll set the phone down so you can hear…Better yet, why don’t you talk to her.”
He walked over to the middle of the conference table. He set the phone down.
“Come on over here,” he said.
Janet straightened up. She reached down for her panties.
“Leave them.”
She began to walk, shuffling uncomfortably towards him.
“My friend reminded me that naughty little thieving bitches deserve spankings.”
“Please…” she said as she watched him walk over to his desk.
Standing against the conference room table with her panties down was the most embarrassing thing she could imagine. And now, he was going to give her a spanking in front of these other two executives. He rummaged around his desk before coming up with a long ruler. He swished it in the air.
“Now, bend over the table,” he said, ignoring her.
She looked to the two other men in the hopes that one would intervene.
They just looked impassively. One of them smiled at her.
She turned around in front of the conference table, once again looking out of the enormous windows. She leaned herself forward until her elbows were on the table top.
“All the way down, and straighten your legs,” said Jamison.
Janet bent farther, mashing her big breasts against the table top. With her long legs straight, her round, naked ass came up.
“Now I want you to take the phone.”
Janet reached out and took the phone. She looked at the lighted numbers and tried not to think about who was on the other end.
“Go on, say hello.” Jamison laughed. The other men did as well.
She was dying of shame and humiliation.
Turning her head upright and moving her chin onto the table top, she put the phone to her ear.
“H…hello,” she said into it.
“Hello, young lady,” said a male voice. “It is nice to SEE you.” He laughed. “What’s your name?”
She clenched her eyes closed in shame.
“J…Janet.” She almost lied, but thought better of it.
“Well Janet, I look forward to meeting you in person.”
A shudder went through her body. She realized that she was totally trapped, that she had to do whatever these men asked.
She was also totally speechless.
“You’ve got a nice ass, Janet,” said the voice. “I liked looking at it.”
“Thank — AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” She suddenly screamed as the ruler splatted down against her naked bottom. Her hand gripped the phone.
“Say thank you, Janet,” said the voice.
“Th..th..thank you…” she replied.
“You know what I like about your ass, Janet?” said the voice.
Her mind was spinning.
“Wha..what.”
“It’s nice and full and meaty without being too big.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH” she cried out again as a second stroke slapped her bottom. The pain started to heat up.
“What do you say?” asked the voice.
“Ah…ah…Tha..thank you.”
“That’s right. Now don’t forget again.”
Tears brimmed over her eyes and began to run down her cheeks. She was so helpless.
“I look forward to putting my hands on your ass, Janet.”
She listened in horror, waiting for the next stroke.
“I’m looking forward to getting your meaty asscheeks in my hands.”
She shuttered.
“I’m going to enjoy squeezing them and pulling them apart and looking at your asshole.”
She wanted to be sick.
“Do you like it in the ass, Janet?” asked the voice.
“WHAT?” she asked with shock. Fear and revulsion spread over her. She was talking to a real pervert.
“AAAAHHHHHHHH,” she cried out, another stroke. She fought back the urge to reach back with her free hand and rub her burning bottom.
“Thank you,” she said quickly, remembering. Pain and fear mixed in her swirling mind.
“So you’ve never had it in the ass?” said the voice.
“No…please…my GOD…” She fought back the panic.
“I see.”
“AAAAHHHHHHH” stroke number four. “PLEASE…no more.”
The pain became searing.
Silence on the line.
“Thank you,” she said, remembering again.
“I look forward to meeting you, Janet,” said the voice. “Very forward indeed.” Click.
A dial tone filled her ear. She laid the phone down and began to weep. Her bottom was on fire.
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