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 &
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.
Shed 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 Id 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 didnt jump down my throat when
an order didnt 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
didnt 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 thats
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 wouldnt hurt.
My late nights werent 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 wasnt very impressed. I
was young, strong, smart, & different from all those people. I was wrong.
Our relationship changed after that & it wasnt a month
later when Dolores spanked me for the first time. God, it was awful & wonderful too.
I'll never, ever forget it!
Id 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
wasnt 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 Id
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
didnt. I was barely making it as it was. I answered yes.
"Then youll have your little butt down here tomorrow at
9 sharp. And youll stay home tonight. No drinking. No drugs. If I even think you
partied, Ill kick your ass out in the street." The line went dead.
I didnt 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 didnt sleep much that night,
but I didnt party & was in Dolores outer office 15 minutes early.
There was never anyone else there on Saturdays & she must have
heard me, because Id 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 didnt
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 shed finished, my pride was gone & I was crying softly. Id
confessed to being immature, undisciplined, insensible, & everything else shed
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. Youre 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 cant
explain what happened, but I felt a genuine affection flowing between Dolores &
myself. I just hadnt thought of & wasnt 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 Id been given too much
freedom too fast. Id lived at home right up until Id come to New York. I had
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.