I am a woman who recently took advantage of an opportunity straight from one of your stories & was richly rewarded with an absolutely amazing experience & outlook on life!

I own a profitable little bar & grill & caught my second shift bartender pocketing the proceeds from a percentage of drinks he served on a new security camera system I had secretly installed. I watched the tape several times to make sure & got madder & madder each time.

I'd hand picked this kid myself & felt like a fool. His name is Ryan, he's 22, good-looking, charming &, I'd thought, trustworthy enough to put into the most vulnerable position in my business until I could afford to cover the bar with a security system.

I was so pissed off that I wanted to give Ryan a piece of my mind before I turned him & the tape over to the police. He was so cock sure of his criminal genius that he didn't look worried at all when he came into my office. That made me even angrier! I told him I had something I wanted him to see & pushed play. He went white!

I watched the kid's face & enjoyed his shock & horror as he saw himself stealing food from the mouths of me & my family. It made the cost of the system seem worth every penny!

I felt flushed with victory & vengeance when I hit stop & demanded to know if the little thief had any sob stories or excuses he wanted to try on me before I turned him in? Ryan looked at me with tears in his eyes & said he was sorry. He whimpered stupid excuses, pleas for me not to turn him in, & promises to never steal again.

I felt like one of no-nonsense ladies I enjoy reading about when I told Ryan to shut up & stop begging for mercy he didn't deserve. I'm sure some the words came straight from the pages of your magazine when I told him he should have thought of the consequences before he stole from me & ruined his life with the criminal record he'd carry with him forever.

The stupid kid seemed crushed by that news & started to really sniffle. Firing people is something I have to do & I hate it, especially when they beg or cry. But this was different. I enjoyed the pain I saw on the kid's face & loved it when he finally uttered the magic words.

"Pleeeez!! I'll do anything you want!! Anything at all!!"

Hearing the handsome, six-foot tall, 22-year-old "kid" with the great ass say he'd do anything I wanted was very surreal. It was the same exact offer I'd read about in so many stories that I felt like one of those no-nonsense heroines & had to say what they always said.

"Oh, you'll do anything, will you?"

"Yes, Ma'am! Anything at all!!"

The kid had never addressed me as Ma'am before! I think hearing him use it then pushed me over the edge. Without a second thought, I asked if his parents had ever spanked him? Ryan looked confused by the question. Then he blushed & said yes, his mother had spanked him a couple of times, but not since he was a kid.

Yes! It was the answer I was hoping for! The no-nonsense lady inside me crowed, "Well, you're still a kid! A dumb, dishonest kid! And since I am old enough to be your mother..."

As naturally high as I felt, I couldn't bring myself to blurt out the rest of the line. Inhibitions do run deep. As it turned out, I'm glad I didn't. The thief standing before me was a college grad. He made the connection, & watching him do it himself was better than me laying it right out.

"Huh? W-What? I-I don't understand?"

Then Bingo! His eyes grew as big as saucers. I could almost see the word spanking flash in them & spell itself out in the bright red blush that bloomed on his scared, chalk-white face.

Ryan fumbled for words & sputtered out a series of half-completed sentences & questions, none of which contained the word "spanking." But I knew he knew & glared the confirmation into his big brown eyes. I saw him crumble a little more. I watched him drop his eyes to his shoes like a shy boy. I saw his blush brighten & spread to his forehead & down his neck. I could see he'd made the only smart decision he could. He was mine to spank!

"Well?" I snarled. I had to hear it from his quivering lips.

"O-Okay." Ryan mumbled.

"Okay what?" I demanded. I would not be denied!

"O-Okay, ah, I-I don't want to go to jail. P-Please, ah, s-spank me instead," the kid whispered, but it sounded as loud as a shout to me.

The power I felt at that moment was indescribable! My heart soared! My head began to spin! Butterflies took flight in my tummy! My knees went weak! I sank back down in the chair behind my desk. I had to fight to keep from trembling.

I looked at the blushing boy before me & gloried in the knowledge that I could tear his pants off or strip him stark naked! I could turn his tight, muscular ass over me knee & spank it raw! I could make him blubber & beg for my mercy! I could stand him a corner after & admire his bare, blushing buns!

I COULD DO ANYTHING I wanted with him!

The desire to get my hands on the kid's sexy young ass & spank it until he was screaming for my mercy was enormous. But I couldn't spank him with my place full of people. Even if I took him down to the storage cellar, the music wouldn't cover the sounds of suffering I wanted to hear the kid make. I would have to wait until I could get him alone.

Ryan stood like a submissive statue before my desk. He didn't look at me once while I thought about my options. I really didn't want to wait to spank him. I wasn't sure if I could go through with it if I had too much time to think about it. But I wasn't about to give up the chance that had fallen into my lap, either.

I told Ryan to come back the next morning at 9:00. That would allow me to be home at my usual time that night & give me almost 90 minutes to take care of him before any of my other employees came in to work the next day. The kid whimpered about having to wait & sulked through the rest of his shift. But he was smart enough to knock on the door 3 minutes early the next morning.

I let him in & had my lines ready. With the help of 2 shots to settle my nerves, I was ready & really looking forward to making Ryan sing & dance to the tune I'd been rehearsing in my head since the previous day. I weighed the risks & was convinced that I could pull it off without anyone finding out as long as I took care of the kid before my other employees showed up. He would never tell, & neither would I.

Ryan was as bashful as I'd expected & putty in my hands. I locked the door behind him & told him to get his ass over to the bar. The way he jumped to obey made the fantastic feelings of power & dominance I'd felt the day before return & totally possess me.

I'd decided to mete out the kid's punishment at the bar where he'd committed his crime, & the security camera could catch it all with a minor adjustment. I'd put a straight-backed chair from one of the nearby tables in the right spot & placed a big, old wooden hairbrush I'd brought from home on the seat.

Ryan's eyes were enormous & his face was almost as red as I planned to turn his butt when I picked up the brush & sat in the chair. He wouldn't look me in the eye, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off the brush as I tapped it against my palm.

I remembered letters & stories from men about to be spanked & imagined many of the same feelings were spinning inside the kid. I was feeling like one of my no-nonsense heroines & loving every thrilling bit of it. I'd felt powerful before in my personal & professional lives. But never like that day!

Absolute power is an awesome thing. And addictive, too. I can understand why anyone who has tasted it wants to do so again & again. Ryan's pleas were really pitiful, but they only spurred me on, especially since he could do nothing else to try & stop me. He literally begged me not to take down his pants & shorts. He covered his crotch until I commanded him to put his hands at his sides. He blushed crimson & whimpered with shame, but obeyed.

I made Ryan stand like that while I lectured & scolded him. Then I ordered him to turn around & show me his ass. It was as attractive & spankable as could be. I had to reach out & play with his cheeks. Ryan gasped & jumped but settled back into my hands & silently allowed me to pinch & squeeze his sweet young ass.

I felt like Katherine the Great or some other all powerful female who held lives & asses in her hands. I'd never been so bold before. Ryan begged me to get on with it already & spank him. I told him that I needed to find out how much muscle he had back there & to shut up. I didn't know until I had him turn around that the feel of my hands on his ass was arousing him. It just didn't occur to me.

The sight of the kid's stiff cock sticking out at me sobered me. And angered me. I'd convinced myself that giving him what he deserved instead of calling the cops was the best thing for both of us. I'd told myself that the excitement I felt about spanking him & the arousal I expected to feel while I did it would not betray of my marriage vows as long as it didn't go any further than that.

But I could see that it had & knew it was my fault. I'd let myself get carried away & played with the bare butt of a horny, 22-year-old male. I guess I thought he'd be too scared to get aroused & then in too much pain once I started spanking him.

Feeling guilty & more angry with myself than the kid, I looked up at him & screeched, "How dare you! I'm a married woman, you little pervert!!"

Ryan whined that he couldn't help it. He said he was really sorry & really ashamed. He was teary-eyed & so contrite that it helped me relax. He thought it was his fault & I let him take the blame. But I wasn't going to let him lay across my lap with that thing sticking between my legs.

I stood up & took hold of Ryan's ear. I turned him to the side & whacked his ass really hard a couple of times with the brush. He howled like a stuck pig but his cock didn't go down. So I smacked his ass again & kept it up until his erection shriveled. He howled like a kid the whole time, surprising me a little, & inspiring me a lot.

I sat back down & ordered Ryan to get over my knee. He whimpered about how bad his sorry ass already burned but wasn't dumb enough to refuse. I was surprised at how light his body felt over my lap & how easy it was to move him so his bare ass was right under my eyes. I could see his cheeks were covered with cute, little goosebumps & the pinkish red outlines of the brush.

Looking down at the kid's bare, beautiful butt was unbelievable. I really felt like I owned it. I wanted to reach down & touch it again & trace the outlines. I wanted to cup his buns & trail my finger along his ass crack. I even had the wild thought of pulling his cheeks apart & really making him squeal by shoving a finger up his butt.

I took a deep breath to calm myself & looked at the bar clock. I had a good hour before I had to worry about being interrupted & wondered how long it would be before Ryan was screaming for mercy. I didn't know how well he remembered the spankings he said his mother had given him or how hard she spanked him. But I wanted him to remember me forever as the woman who gave him the worst spanking of his life.

I told Ryan that as I lifted the brush above my shoulder. He replied by groaning & clenching his cheeks so hard that his hairless little ass crack compressed to a thin line. It looked so cute that I decided I had to start by spanking along it's length.

Ryan's whole body tensed when I began to spank him. I could hear the echo of the loud splats of the brush but he didn't make a sound. I was kind of surprised but confident that he'd be making plenty of noise soon, which he did.

Ryan turned out to be one great big baby as a matter of fact. He was begging me to stop before I'd turned his whole ass a cute, hot pink, & screaming himself hoarse within five minutes. His ass was beet red by then & covered with little spots that looked like blood blisters but were under the skin, not on top.

 I don't know what came over me, but I had to force myself to stop. Although I'm not sadistic by nature, I truly enjoyed spanking that 22-year-old thief. Hearing him suffer & holding his shaking body against mine as he cried & sobbed with all his strength was more empowering, arousing & fulfilling than anything I'd ever imagined!

I looked at the clock & was surprised that five minutes had gone by. It felt like less than a minute to me and, yet, I know, like an eternity to the young man who lay sobbing over my lap. With the spanking over so soon, I had time to make him shuffle to a corner in my office & stand there with his pants & shorts at his ankles while we talked.

It took Ryan almost 10 minutes to stop sniveling & feeling sorry for himself. Then he admitted that he'd deserved every spank & that, as bad as it was, it was over with & much better than a carrying a criminal record for the rest of his life. When I asked, he assured me that I had given him the worst spanking of his life, by far, & that he would never forget it or the lesson it had been meant to teach. He swore he would never steal again if I let him keep his job, & asked me if I would please keep him on.

I was surprised that he'd want to stay & hadn't thought about it with everything else on my mind. But, as I sat behind my desk looking at my 22-year-old bartender's cute, dappled pink & red bottom, I realized that keeping Ryan on would give me a chance to tease & threaten him. And, maybe, lead to another chance to spank him!

Ryan hasn't given me that chance & I don't think he will if he can help it. He's become one of my best employees. He's always early for his shift, stays late if need be without me or my night manager having to ask, & keeps the bar in tip top shape.

Shirley, that's my night manager, has spoken to me about Ryan's change of attitude & speculated on what might have caused it. Since he doesn't waste time flirting with every pretty girl he serves anymore, she says she thinks he has a sweetheart even though he says he doesn't.

I let Shirley & the waitresses wonder about the new Ryan. The only opinion I express is that he seems more mature, which makes me smile inside because I know it was being spanked like a little boy that got him to grow up so fast, & the fear of going over my knee again that's turned him into a model employee

Ryan stopped blushing every time he saw me after a couple of days. But I'm proud to say I can make him color up real fast whenever I like with a casual remark that only he & I know the true meaning of. That's made work much more fun for me and, I think, more special in a way for him, too. He jokes back when I tease him and, ironically, seems more relaxed around me than he used to be. I guess he feels like I do, which is that we're more like family now than just boss & employee.

Although I'm a little disappointed that Ryan hasn't shown any signs of being like one of the young men I've read about in NNL that wants to get spanked again, I'm not surprised. I've watched the tape of the spanking I gave him fifty times or more & realize that there wasn't anything sexy or fun about it. At least, not for him, anyway!

I keep the tape & the backup copy I made in my private office safe. I don't intend to tell Ryan or anyone else about them or how I was able to take that situation & turn it into one of the most memorable days of my life. But I have become addicted to spanking & infatuated with the idea of reaching out & touching some of my other deserving young employees.

Just last week, when my most consistently tardy waitress was late for her shift again, I came very close to telling her that I should spank her since scolding her didn't seem to last very long. Tina is a childishly sweet, 20-year-old who charms great tips from the customers & really relies on her job to save up for the home & family she & her fiance' hope to have soon.

Tina always blushes & acts like a guilty little girl when I have to call her to my office & reprimand her. That makes me suspect that she, like Ryan, knows what a spanking is & would most probably choose one over losing her job if I made her pick, which I'm seriously considering the next time she is late.

I know I would love to warm Tina's cute little bottom & think a good spanking would solve her tardiness problem. I have already decided that I will use only my hand on her & not spank her as soundly as I did Ryan. For one thing, tardiness isn't as serious a crime as stealing. For another, she might not learn her lesson as well as that naughty boy did if I use a gentler touch.

I haven't lost hope that Ryan will eventually misbehave again & give me a chance to give him a nicer spanking. And I'm not counting my chickens before they hatch with Tina or any of my other employees. But I am determined to feel the awesome power & pleasure of a no-nonsense lady again, and, when I do, to not limit my chances of creating as many ongoing spanking relationships as I possibly can.

That's my fantasy today & I have you to thank. If it wasn't for your inspiring stories & dialogue coaching, I don't think I would have spanked Ryan or opened up what is one of the most exciting & fun chapters of my life. I have always wanted to be a no-nonsense lady, & now I am!

I must remain anonymous, so please do not print my name or location. I promise to keep you informed of my progress with Ryan, Tina and, I dare to hope, with other naughty young employees AND, who knows, some of the more deserving patrons who step into my place & provide an opening for me to practice my new no-nonsense negotiating skills! -- Name & address withheld by request

A wise woman opens the door when opportunity knocks. But you, dear Lady, are wiser than most & have thrown it wide open. Congratulations & Bravo!! You gave Ryan exactly what he deserved, taught him a lesson he needed to learn & won his respect & gratitude for keeping the police out of his life. That's a win, win, win situation, & you can't do much better than that!! We trust your instincts about Tina & doubt it will be too long before she is tardy again. And we'd bet that other opportunities will come knocking & you'll be ready to take full advantage of them all. Please DO tell us all about them. We can hardly wait!!