Her receptionist, an officious, smartly-dressed young woman with serious, black-rimmed spectacles, had told me to strip to my underpants and wait my turn outside Madamâs office, with my nose to the wall and my hands on my head, like a naughty schoolboy. Through the thin partition wall in front of me, I could hear quite clearly the unmistakeable sounds of a severe spanking, mingled with the cries of the unfortunate boy on the receiving end of it, and occasional remarks to the effect that his suffering was entirely his own fault, due to his appalling behaviour, and so on, delivered in a strict, no-nonsense female voice.
Finally, the door opened and a tearful young man limped past me, closing the door behind him.
By now thoroughly scared, I looked at the receptionist for some sign as to what I should do now.
âWait.â She said, coldly. âIâll tell you when she wants you to go in.â
I stood still, facing the wall with my teeth chattering. The seconds ticked by and a cold breeze from the open window behind the receptionistâs desk sent a shiver down my bare back. At last, I heard a buzzing sound. I stole a glance at the receptionist, who spoke into a console on her desk:
âVery well, Madam. Iâll send him in.â
âKnock.â She instructed me, nodding in the direction of the door to Madamâs study. I did so, hesitantly. There was no response.
âKnock louder.â The receptionist snapped, raising her eyes to Heaven, seemingly exasperated at having to deal with such an oaf as myself.
âYes?â Came the voice from within.
âItâsâŠitâs âŠ.â I stammered.
In her study, Madam was sitting behind a large wooden desk, sipping tea from a delicate-looking bone china cup decorated with a floral design. I tried not to look at her prominent breasts, which swelled magnificently out of the low-cut collar of the white summer blouse she was wearing. Her neck was still pink from the effort she must have put into spanking the young man sheâd been dealing with a few minutes before. My eyes flitted around the room in a surreptitious search for whatever implement she intended to use on me.
âItâs Robinson, isnât it?â
âYes, Madam.â I croaked.
âYou know why youâre here, boy?â
Her response consisted of a baleful stare. It occurred to me that she was waiting for me to put into words, the reason I was now standing so awkwardly in front of her.
âThe message from your receptionist said âŠâŠ..â
âThat I was to report to you âŠ. â
âThat I was to be um âŠ. spanked.â
A half-smile played on her thin lips. Slowly, she replaced the ornate teacup in its matching saucer and got to her feet. Then, she opened one of the drawers in her desk. To my consternation, she withdrew from it a large, heavy-looking, wooden-backed hairbrush, which she slapped noisily into the open palm of her free hand.
âYes.â She said. âThatâs right, Robinson. Youâre here to be spanked. Hard.â
She walked around her desk and came towards me. I backed away.
âThat stool over there.â
She pointed at this item of furniture, parked next to a bookcase beside the door.
âBring it here, boy.â
She pointed at the space between us. I stumbled off to obey. When I placed the stool in front of her, she plonked herself down on it. Then, laying the hairbrush in her lap, she placed her hands on either side of my hips and tugged my virginal white underpants down my thighs. To my acute embarrassment, this garment snagged on the erection Iâd been trying to hide with my hands.
âThat wonât last.â She snorted, picking up her hairbrush once more. âNow, get over my knees.â
She grasped me firmly by the wrist, so I toppled into the required position, presenting her with my bared bottom. Deftly, she raised one knee, putting my as yet unmarked white buttocks even more in harmâs way, while simultaneously locking my right leg with one of her own, to stop me from making any unauthorised movements during my punishment. Gripping my right wrist, she pushed it firmly up my back, between my shoulder blades in case I tried to interfere in some way, with the spanking she was about to deliver, which, as she reminded me, was richly deserved. This left me dangling helplessly over her lap, where she could spank me as hard and for as long as she wanted. I gritted my teeth.
The first blow exploded across my poor arse, forcing a pathetic whimper from my chestâŠ.