Late for work – Again

Surprising developments in the work place.

by Lisamum

Lorna hurried into work all hot and flustered. Late again. Unfortunately, to get to the room that she worked in she had to pass the practice manager’s office and she would see that Lorna was late again.

‘Perhaps she won’t see me,’ thought Lorna as she crept up the stairs and tiptoed along the corridor.

She reached the manager’s door and crept past.

“Lorna!” Came a shout from within.

‘Damn,’ thought Lorna. ‘She’s seen me.’

She stopped in her tracks and went back and put her head round the door.

“Morning Sal,” she said cheerily.

“Late again I see,” said Sally.

“Not by much,” replied Lorna.

In fact, it was ten minutes.

“Come in and shut the door,” said Sally in a firm voice.

Lorna entered and after closing the door went and stood like a naughty schoolgirl in front of Sally’s desk.

“So what’s the excuse this time? Late bus, bus didn’t turn up?”

“No, nothing like that. I just had so much to do before I came out,” explained Lorna in a plaintive tone.

“I see. I suppose it didn’t occur to you to get up a bit earlier?”

“I didn’t realise how much I had to do,” said Lorna.

“That’s your problem. You’re paid to be here on time. I can excuse the odd late arrival but you are late over and over again. You’ve been warned so many times about this,” said Sally.

“I know, Sal, and I have tried, honestly,” interrupted Lorna.

“Evidently not hard enough.”

“Couldn’t you give me another chance?” Pleaded Lorna.

“I’m sorry, Lorna, but I’ve given you enough chances. Now the time has come for action.”

Lorna sighed.

“Tell me, were you late for school when you were there?”

Lorna gave Sally a puzzled look. “Actually, yes.”

“And what happened?”

“Why do you want to know this?” Asked Lorna.

“Just answer the question, please.”

“I got the slipper,” replied Lorna.

“And did it make you get to school on time?”

“Yes. I wasn’t having that again,” replied Lorna.

“Well, I haven’t got a slipper here, but I have got a hairbrush,” said Sally, taking the aforementioned article from her bag and smacking her hand with it. “I think a few sharp whacks with this on your backside might make you get to work on time.”

Lorna’s jaw fell. For a moment she was speechless. “You… You actually mean you want to whack my bum with that.”

“Of course, what else do you think I was going to do with it?” Replied Sally.

“Oh, come on Sal, you can’t be serious.”

“Never more so,” replied Sally. “You are costing the practice time and money.”

“There must be some other way of punishing me. Couldn’t I work extra hours, a sort of detention?” Asked Lorna.

“No, you can’t. It’s this or your resignation.”

“That’s not fair, Sal. We’ve known each other and been friends for years. You just can’t start spanking me for something like this,” complained Lorna.

“I can, and I will. Now let’s have you over the desk.”

Lorna shrugged her shoulders, put her bag down and bent over the desk.

“Just a minute. There’s something you need to do first,” said Sally.

“What’s that?” Said Lorna, turning her head round.

“Pull your skirt up.”

“Whaaattt!!!” Cried Lorna.

“You heard,” said Sally. “Come on, pull it up.”

“Look, Sal, this is going too far. I’m prepared to let you whack my bum, but not this,” protested Lorna.

“In that case it’s resignation time, Lorna.”

Lorna paused for a moment. “Honestly, Sal, I’m sorely tempted to do just that. After all, I won’t have any bother getting another job.”

“Up to you, love,” said Sally.

Lorna paused again, then got up and wriggled her tight skirt up.

“Oh, wow, stockings and suspenders, very sexy,” cried Sally.

“They’re not sexy,” retorted Lorna.

“They are in my book,” said Sally. “How often do you wear those?”

“Every now and then, when the mood takes me,” replied Lorna.

“Well, you’ve certainly picked the right day. Come on get back over the desk.”

Lorna bent back over the desk, resting on her elbows and gripping the far side of the desk.

Sally stood back and admired the view in front of her. Pale green knickers stretched tightly across Lorna’s bottom, with taught white suspenders protruding down to her stretched stocking tops.

“Are you ready Lorna?”

“I suppose so,” grunted Lorna.

Sally raised the brush and gave Lorna’s bottom several sharp slaps.

Whack, Whack,  Whack,  Whack.

Lorna remained silent, although the whacks started to sting.

Whack, Whack,  Whack.

“Ow, owch.”

Whack, Whack,  Whack.

“Ow, Oww, Ouch.”

“Feeling it, are we Lorna?”

“Yes I am, it hurts.”

“Good. Perhaps you’ll think of this when you get up in the morning.”

Whack, Whack,  Whack,  Whack.

“Oooowch,   Oooooow.”

Sally continued for a few more minutes and Lorna’s bottom was getting very sore.

“Ok Lorna, you can get up now.”

Lorna stood up and pulled her skirt down, then rubbed her throbbing bottom.

“How do you feel now?” Asked Sally.

“How do you think?” Remarked Lorna grumpily.

“Come on, Lorna, I know you enjoyed it.”

“What!! Are you being funny?” Said Lorna.

“No, I know you enjoyed it.”

“How do you know?”

“I could tell.” Replied Sally, putting the brush back in her bag.

Lorna thought for a minute.

“So what if I did?”

“Because I enjoyed giving it to you.”

“I’ll bet you did,” snapped Lorna.

“Look Lorna, I’m going to be honest with you. I’ve dreamed about doing that for years,” confessed Sally.

Lorna smiled. “Funny you should say that, because I’ve also dreamed about you doing it.”

“Really?” Exclaimed Sally.

Then both women burst out laughing.

“To think all this time we’ve both been thinking the same thing,” said Lorna.

“Lorna. Would you give my bum a whacking?” Asked Sally.

“Nothing would give me greater pleasure,” said Lorna.

“Then why don’t you come up here after work this afternoon and give me a good spanking?” Suggested Sally.

“Right, you’re on,” replied Lorna.

“Great. You’d better get off to work before people start asking questions.”

“Ok, see you later,” said Lorna, picking up her bag and retreating to her room.

As she went out, she found one of the other receptionists waiting outside.

“Hello Lorna. There were some funny noises coming from in there just now. Sounded like someone was getting a smacked bottom.”

“You have a vivid imagination,” retorted Lorna.

The other receptionist smiled and went in.

Promptly at 2 o’clock, Lorna made her way to Sally’s room.

“Come on in,” said Sally.

Lorna entered, and put down her bag. Sally got up from her chair; the hairbrush was already waiting on the table.

“Lorna, would you mind awfully if I went over your lap?” Asked Sally.

“I wouldn’t mind in the least; in fact, I would positively enjoy it,” replied Lorna.

“Ok, you sit here,” said Sally, moving out of the way.

Lorna took Sally’s place in the chair and Sally moved into position to bend over Lorna’s lap.

“Shall I take my trousers off?” Asked Sally.

“I think that might be a good idea,” replied Lorna.

Sally took her trousers off and then bent over Lorna’s lap.

“Are you comfortable?” Asked Lorna.

“Certainly am. I’m loving it. This is a real turn on, knowing I’m laying across a pair of suspenders and stockings.”

“Right, let’s get started then,” said Lorna, looking down on a pair of the briefest of pink briefs.

“Ready when you are,” replied Sally.

Whack, Whack,  Whack, Whack.

“Harder, Lorna,” said Sally.

WHACK, WHACK,  WHACK.

“Ooow, that’s more like it.”

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK,  WHACK.

“Oooow, Owwwch, That hurts.”

“Good, just like you hurt me,” laughed Lorna.

“I can see why you enjoyed it,” retorted Sally.

WHACK, WHACK,  WHACK.

“Wooow, Oooouch.”

Lorna continued, to the accompaniment of squeals from Sally.

“I think that’s enough now,” said Lorna.

“Yes, I think so, my bum’s pretty sore,” replied Sally.

Sally then got up and put her trousers back on.

“We must do this again, Lorna,” said Sally enthusiastically.

“I’ll go along with that, although here isn’t a good place. Somebody’s going to find out fairly soon.”

“Yes, I agree,” said Sally.

“Tell you what, why don’t you come over to mine one evening,” said Lorna.

“What about Dave?”

“He goes out on Monday and Wednesday evening until 10. Give us time for a good spanking session and a quiet drink afterwards,” said Lorna.

“That sounds perfect,” said Sally.

“Make it next Monday. Get to my place after 7. Ring me on your mobile when you get close, just to make sure I’m free.” Said Lorna.

“Wonderful,” replied Sally. “Can’t wait.”

“By the way, Ruth went in to see you as I came out this morning. She wasn’t looking very happy when she came back to reception. Was she in trouble as well?”

“You could say that,” said Sally with a broad grin.

“Does that mean what I think it does?” Asked Lorna, also with a grin.

“It does,” replied Sally.

“You mean she likes it as well?” Exclaimed Lorna.

“No she does not, but she puts up with it rather than go elsewhere.”

“You lucky so and so, how long has this been going on?” Asked Lorna.

“Ages,” replied Sally.

“I don’t know how you get away with it,” said Lorna.

“Neither do I,” grinned Sally.

“Right, I’m off. See you tomorrow,” said Lorna, picking up her bag.

“Better go out down the fire escape. People won’t start asking questions as to where you’ve been,” suggested Sally.

“Right. See you then.”

“See you Lorna.”

The End

© Lisamum 2015


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