Dear SHE... I've only recently discovered a marvelous store in the city that specializes in spanking [Kinematics] & stocks your wonderful magazines. I really enjoyed the tone of yours more than the others I picked up, & thought I'd enjoy sharing my story with you & your readers.

For obvious reasons, I've changed more than enough details to mask the identities of everyone & everything involved in my late introduction to spanking, but the circumstances are as true as can be. Being spanked by a superior at work may be a common fantasy, but for this once out of control lady it became an embarrassing & exciting reality.

It was 1984. I was 23, fresh from college & my small home town, & newly ensconced in my very first city apartment & full time job. My position was as assistant/secretary to Dolores, the "fortyish" owner of a small garment manufacturing company. She seemed nice, though she intimidated the heck out of me with her street wise toughness, confidence, & gorgeous figure.

She’d been with the company since retiring as a professional model at age 27 & knew everything there was to know about the business. I was told when hired that I’d be expected to learn from Dolores & gradually become her protégé-- assuming some of her responsibilities & having the opportunity to meet a lot of fashion's famous. I thought that sounded great & knew my salary would grow if I could do it.

For the first few months, I managed to follow her lead & do fairly well at following up on deals, but the nature of the business was fraught with pressure & I made my share of mistakes. Dolores didn’t jump down my throat when an order didn’t ship on time or I agreed to a higher price for cloth than I should have. She was patient & explained what I should have done, though her authoritative manner sometimes made me feel like a dumb pupil or silly kid until she'd say, "You have potential, kid," & I'd feel on top of the world again.

She had taken to calling me "kid" from the start, which reinforced my submissive feelings somewhat, but I found that I was starting to idolize my boss & didn't care. I also got the feeling that she meant it fondly. I knew she didn’t have any kids or family of her own, & I kind of liked having someone who cared about me. New York is not a city where you make friends easily, & Dolores & my job were all I had at that time. I guess Dolores knew that, so she started to take me with her to fashion shows & parties, introducing me to business associates, a few famous designers, & friends of hers. It was heady stuff to me to be thrust into that social scene. I felt like Eliza Doolittle in "My Fair Lady". And that’s when the trouble started.

New York has a lot of things to make a girl lose sight of herself & I did. Caught up in the excitement of the city & my new circle of friends, I started enjoying all the things New York has to offer including bars, Broadway, after hour clubs... I rationalized that my friends were all successful & so burning the candle at both ends wouldn’t hurt.

My late nights weren’t hard for Dolores to spot & she soon started cautioning me about the perils of getting caught in the fast lane. She took me out to lunch & more amusing, though poignant, anecdotes of models, designers, executives, etc. that had blown it all fell from her lips. I wasn’t very impressed. I was young, strong, smart, & different from all those people. I was wrong.

Our relationship changed after that & it wasn’t a month later when Dolores spanked me for the first time. God, it was awful & wonderful too. I'll never, ever forget it!

I’d come in a few mornings every week since our talk, too hung over for makeup to hide the deep shadows under my eyes. I tried to laugh off Dolores’ concern, but it got harder each time & a chasm widened between us. I wasn’t so far gone that I messed up on the job, but I wasn't getting as much done & knew Dolores figured it was only a matter of time anyway. I also know she was more worried about me personally.

Everything came to a head one Friday morning when I slept right through my alarm, pretty much unconscious until the phone woke me up 3 hours later. It was Dolores. She was concerned at first, I think, but then she got mad. Madder than I’d ever heard her. I had to hold the phone away from my ear for a few seconds & then listen hard when her voice got so low I could barely hear her.

I think she said something like, "Do you want to have a job Monday, kid?" Hung over or not, I felt a shiver of fear at what would happen if I didn’t. I was barely making it as it was. I answered yes.

"Then you’ll have your little butt down here tomorrow at 9 sharp. And you’ll stay home tonight. No drinking. No drugs. If I even think you partied, I’ll kick your ass out in the street." The line went dead.

I didn’t bother getting dressed that day. I just moped around my tiny apartment feeling sorry for myself, angry at Dolores, & resentful of my friends, the city, & anything else I thought of. I didn’t sleep much that night, but I didn’t party & was in Dolores’ outer office 15 minutes early.

There was never anyone else there on Saturdays & she must have heard me, because I’d barely skulked into a chair before her office door burst open & I was commanded inside. I was so afraid at the time that her demeanor didn’t strike any bells, but looking back, it was the principal/student, mother/daughter, boss/secretary about to be spanked scenario to a tee. If I had any previous experience with any of those situations, maybe I would have recognized the danger & run the other way, but I didn't.

Dolores read me three riot acts that morning. I think I tried defending myself for all of a minute before giving up in the face of her formidable fury. By the time she’d finished, my pride was gone & I was crying softly. I’d confessed to being immature, undisciplined, insensible, & everything else she’d accused me of. I was relieved at first when Dolores calmed down, but then the silence became palpable & my sniffles & tears seemed so loud that I asked her if I could go to the bathroom.

"Not yet." Her voice responded from beside me. "I like you, kid.  You’re like the little sister I never had. But what am I going to do with you? Maybe I ought to drag you down to Port Authority (New York City's bus station) & plant your butt on a bus for home before this town eats you alive."

My startled response told her what I thought of that idea. She told me not to worry, that she knew that wouldn't be the best thing for me. I can’t explain what happened, but I felt a genuine affection flowing between Dolores & myself. I just hadn’t thought of & wasn’t prepared for how far & in what forms that affection was about to be demonstrated!

She asked me a batch of questions including how I was doing on my savings (awfully!) & finally concluded that she thought I’d been given too much freedom too fast. I’d lived at home right up until I’d come to New York. I had to agree.

Dolores seemed to come to a decision. She told me she wanted to believe I'd change overnight, but she knew better--- I was a kid & had to learn the hard way. She ignored my assurances & went on to say that I'd still have a job Monday if I agreed to a list of conditions. If I didn't, she'd fire me right then & do everything she could to force me back home. That included promising to call in favors to make sure I didn't get a job in the garment industry again.

I didn't have much choice, but it was easy to agree to the conditions Dolores demanded anyway: To move into a basement apartment in her brownstone; to have her open a joint bank account & directly deposit a portion of my checks every week; & to follow her guidance completely.

I had stopped crying, thinking I'd gone to heaven momentarily, but then Dolores explained exactly what her guidance meant-- accepting the spankings I deserved when my behavior proved I was still a "kid."

I was totally shocked. I'd never been spanked in my life & had never even considered anyone, anywhere threatening me with one. Dolores had never mentioned spanking to me before either. I found out later that day that she had been spanked by her mother & thought she'd benefited greatly from the lessons. But, until that moment, a spanking was just something I knew existed somewhere else in the world.

I just couldn't believe Dolores was serious & said so, but she quickly convinced me that she was dead serious & briefly explained her reasons. I'm sure my eyes & mouth were wide open when she said my first spanking would be right there, right now & demanded my decision.

My mind was blank, but I felt a rush of shame at being scolded & threatened with a spanking like a naughty, little girl! I knew everything Dolores accused me of was true. And I also knew what I had to do. I bowed to Dolores' will & found out for the first time in my life just how awful & powerful a spanking can be.

I'd worn one of my cuter business outfits that day to impress Delores, but I didn't feel very professional at all when Dolores told me to take off the jacket & skirt. I had a blouse under the jacket so that was easy to strip off, but I felt utterly humiliated & couldn't undo the skirt without pleading with Dolores to let me keep it on.

Dolores didn't waste many words telling to do what she said, so I turned my back & slipped out of my skirt, revealing the cute & skimpy lingerie I always wore in those days. During my striptease, Dolores moved to the couch against the wall of her office, & motioned for me with a crooked finger when I'd finished & looked back over my shoulder for her.