Straight Female / 53
I took my first job at 16 assisting my boss, a sweet old woman in her late sixties, who had worked part-time for thirty years on current and past due accounts for a now defunct tool and die company in Ohio. It was an after school job which was great experience for me. The woman I worked with was past retirement age but needed the work and was very nice and was super protective of me when the men working there would come sniffing around. I would have been described as a petite, but busty, and perky girl back then. I wore a lot of skirts and sweaters and the guys seemed to like me. I liked the older guy's attention but my boss was like a watch dog, chasing away anyone who lingered or interrupted my work right out of there. She liked to give me advice about older men and the benefits of avoiding sex at that age.
I was very new to accounts and was frankly given work beyond my education at that point mostly due to my bosses' diminishing skills. More than once over my first few months there, I made errors that weren't caught leading to reprimands by my boss. She was very nice about it but would implore me not to make anymore mistakes because she didn't want the owner of the business to get involved. She was very respectful of him but also a little scared.
I rarely saw the owner. He introduced himself to me my first week on the job. He was in his mid-seventies, tall, ramrod straight, a regal looking by severe king of man who spoke with a heavy German accent. The way he looked at everyone with a sharp suspicious eye was unnerving especially to a young girl. There was something below the surface with that guy I could feel but didn't recognize at that age.
Just before my seventeenth birthday, my boss sat me down in our office. She was visibly upset and shaking. I made a mess of an important account and cost the company a lot of money. She told me that the owner was very angry and had threatened to fire us both and call the police on me. At the time I didn't know any better. To a naive kid in the mid sixties a threat to "call the police" was about as scary as it got. A lot of young people were taken advantage of in those days using that threat.
My boss took me to the owner's office. She told me to be apologetic, contrite, respectful and to promise to do whatever he wanted so I would keep my job and so that he wouldn't call the police. I could tell she was nervous for me. As she walked me to his office, which was in a different building, she told me she was worried about losing her job. She said that the owner wouldn't hurt me but that he wanted to deal with the situation personally.
Once I was in his office, I was standing in front of his desk. He told my boss to go back to our office and get to work. Rather harshly I thought. Then he addressed me by name and told me how disappointed in me he was. He accused me of deliberately sabotaging his books to steal money from him. After berating me, calling me a thief, and telling me I was going to jail he had me in tears. He talked about the embarrassment to my family and especially my father who he was acquainted with somehow. After he had broken me down, he said that he might be willing to handle the situation himself. At that point I was ready to agree to anything (never suspecting the old man had anything sexual in mind).
He told me I needed to be punished. He got up, grabbed a wooden chair and put it in front of his desk. He sat down on the chair grabbed my hand and pulled me too him. He asked me when the last time was my father spanked me. I told him it was when I was about eleven years old. He said it had been too long.
He spun me around and pulled me across his lap. He was a lot stronger than he looked. I was terrified now and said "Please no, I didn't mean it, it was an accident." With menace in his voice he told me to take my punishment "like a big girl". His tone said "or else." I'll never forget the sound of his voice.
I was shaking when he pulled my skirt up exposing my white panties. I jumped when his hands circled my butt cheeks. He spoke in an odd voice. "Very nice, so small, so small." He told to to lift my butt. I was too scared not to. He slid my panties down to my knees then went back to feeling may bare skin on my butt. I started to cry but he told me to shut up or it would be bad for me. I gritted my teeth and waited.
After he felt my butt for much longer than I wanted, he told he to hold still. A second later I felt a hard slap on my right butt cheek. The crack echoed around around the office. It was so sharp and hard I screamed out. He was aggravated and pulled my panties completely off and stuffed them in my mouth and told me to shut up. The next crack was on my left butt cheek and was just as painful. I screamed into my panties each time he slapped my ass, again and again. I was blubbering when the last slap cracked my left ass cheek. My butt was on fire. He must have slapped me twenty times.
He held me tight and went back to softly rubbing my ass cheeks while he leaned into to coo and gently kiss them. It was so creepy but it was better than getting spanked. He finally let me up. I took my panties out of my mouth. He told me to clean up in his private bathroom. I went in still crying. My face was red and tear streaked and my poor butt cheeks were bright apple red from the spanking. I put my panties on, cleaned my face up and composed myself.
He was back behind his desk when I came out. He asked me if I had learned my lesson. I told him I had. He told me to behave in the future because he didn't want to have to have to "punish" me again. I promised I'd be good and that I'd never do it again. He made it clear that my boss was on thin ice and that he wouldn't hesitate to fire her if I messed up again.
I went back to the office. My boss was a nervous wreck. She wanted to know what happened. I told her that he decided not to fire us or call the police. She knew I had been crying. With real anger in her voice she asked me if he hurt me and then said "If he did....." I was more terrified at that point than I was in the owner's office. I decided to lie. I told her he hadn't hurt me. I told her I was just upset about the whole situation. She made we swear that he hadn't hurt me so I did.
Things were tense around the office for awhile. I unexpectedly found an extra $50.00 in my pay envelope each of the next few weeks. After a month I was called to the owner's office again. I was scared there would be a repeat of the spanking but instead he praised my latest work efforts and told me I was getting a raise which turned out to be substantial. I worked there until I graduated college and got a great reference when I left.
I was very new to accounts and was frankly given work beyond my education at that point mostly due to my bosses' diminishing skills. More than once over my first few months there, I made errors that weren't caught leading to reprimands by my boss. She was very nice about it but would implore me not to make anymore mistakes because she didn't want the owner of the business to get involved. She was very respectful of him but also a little scared.
I rarely saw the owner. He introduced himself to me my first week on the job. He was in his mid-seventies, tall, ramrod straight, a regal looking by severe king of man who spoke with a heavy German accent. The way he looked at everyone with a sharp suspicious eye was unnerving especially to a young girl. There was something below the surface with that guy I could feel but didn't recognize at that age.
Just before my seventeenth birthday, my boss sat me down in our office. She was visibly upset and shaking. I made a mess of an important account and cost the company a lot of money. She told me that the owner was very angry and had threatened to fire us both and call the police on me. At the time I didn't know any better. To a naive kid in the mid sixties a threat to "call the police" was about as scary as it got. A lot of young people were taken advantage of in those days using that threat.
My boss took me to the owner's office. She told me to be apologetic, contrite, respectful and to promise to do whatever he wanted so I would keep my job and so that he wouldn't call the police. I could tell she was nervous for me. As she walked me to his office, which was in a different building, she told me she was worried about losing her job. She said that the owner wouldn't hurt me but that he wanted to deal with the situation personally.
Once I was in his office, I was standing in front of his desk. He told my boss to go back to our office and get to work. Rather harshly I thought. Then he addressed me by name and told me how disappointed in me he was. He accused me of deliberately sabotaging his books to steal money from him. After berating me, calling me a thief, and telling me I was going to jail he had me in tears. He talked about the embarrassment to my family and especially my father who he was acquainted with somehow. After he had broken me down, he said that he might be willing to handle the situation himself. At that point I was ready to agree to anything (never suspecting the old man had anything sexual in mind).
He told me I needed to be punished. He got up, grabbed a wooden chair and put it in front of his desk. He sat down on the chair grabbed my hand and pulled me too him. He asked me when the last time was my father spanked me. I told him it was when I was about eleven years old. He said it had been too long.
He spun me around and pulled me across his lap. He was a lot stronger than he looked. I was terrified now and said "Please no, I didn't mean it, it was an accident." With menace in his voice he told me to take my punishment "like a big girl". His tone said "or else." I'll never forget the sound of his voice.
I was shaking when he pulled my skirt up exposing my white panties. I jumped when his hands circled my butt cheeks. He spoke in an odd voice. "Very nice, so small, so small." He told to to lift my butt. I was too scared not to. He slid my panties down to my knees then went back to feeling may bare skin on my butt. I started to cry but he told me to shut up or it would be bad for me. I gritted my teeth and waited.
After he felt my butt for much longer than I wanted, he told he to hold still. A second later I felt a hard slap on my right butt cheek. The crack echoed around around the office. It was so sharp and hard I screamed out. He was aggravated and pulled my panties completely off and stuffed them in my mouth and told me to shut up. The next crack was on my left butt cheek and was just as painful. I screamed into my panties each time he slapped my ass, again and again. I was blubbering when the last slap cracked my left ass cheek. My butt was on fire. He must have slapped me twenty times.
He held me tight and went back to softly rubbing my ass cheeks while he leaned into to coo and gently kiss them. It was so creepy but it was better than getting spanked. He finally let me up. I took my panties out of my mouth. He told me to clean up in his private bathroom. I went in still crying. My face was red and tear streaked and my poor butt cheeks were bright apple red from the spanking. I put my panties on, cleaned my face up and composed myself.
He was back behind his desk when I came out. He asked me if I had learned my lesson. I told him I had. He told me to behave in the future because he didn't want to have to have to "punish" me again. I promised I'd be good and that I'd never do it again. He made it clear that my boss was on thin ice and that he wouldn't hesitate to fire her if I messed up again.
I went back to the office. My boss was a nervous wreck. She wanted to know what happened. I told her that he decided not to fire us or call the police. She knew I had been crying. With real anger in her voice she asked me if he hurt me and then said "If he did....." I was more terrified at that point than I was in the owner's office. I decided to lie. I told her he hadn't hurt me. I told her I was just upset about the whole situation. She made we swear that he hadn't hurt me so I did.
Things were tense around the office for awhile. I unexpectedly found an extra $50.00 in my pay envelope each of the next few weeks. After a month I was called to the owner's office again. I was scared there would be a repeat of the spanking but instead he praised my latest work efforts and told me I was getting a raise which turned out to be substantial. I worked there until I graduated college and got a great reference when I left.
