Birching the Boss

I may be the boss publicly, but privately, my administrative assistant is the one in charge. Of course, the two can cross at times. This morning, Evan followed me into my office. Without speaking to me, he went into my private bathroom and shut the door. I heard water running for quite a long time, but since he had THAT look on his face, I didn’t question him.

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The day went on until about 10:30 a.m. Evan came into my office again and locked the door. “Yes?” I asked, unsure of what was going on. Usually when we have a session, it is prearranged.

“Do you remember yesterday when you interrupted me and the client during the meeting?” he asked.

I blushed. Not one of my finer moments.

“Exactly,” he continued. “Slacks and panties off. I warn you, do not hesitate or it will be far worse for you.”

I bit my lip and obeyed. He bent me over my own desk, wrapped my stockings around my wrists, shoved my panties into my mouth, and ordered me to stay put and silent. I obeyed.

“I’ve been soaking this birch I put together last night since we got here this morning. It’s been in very cold water, so it should be very quiet and very effective. Personally, I don’t care if anyone who happens to walk by hears you yelping, so it’s up to you to stay quiet or not. Either way, Image result for stingy caneyou’ll receive 15 strokes, three for every interruption yesterday. Counterargument?”

I shook my head and mumbled “No Sir.” He was right. I had been in a mood and was terribly rude.


By the time Evan had delivered the full force of my punishment, I was a mess. Mascara ran down my face and my eyes were red and puffy from my tears. Nonetheless, when he released me, I knelt before him and said, “Thank you, Evan. May I show my gratitude?”

“Later, Georgia. You have another meeting in fifteen minutes. Go make yourself presentable. Also, put this birch back into it’s stand to soak up more water. Only four of the six birches broke, so this afternoon we’ll continue. After all, a birching isn’t finished until they all break now, is it?”

I paled, but nodded and said, “No Evan. It isn’t.”

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