"Did you just say what I thought I heard you say?" I probably squeaked. Stacy nodded her head with jerky motions. There was a dead silence in my office for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, I shook my head to clear the confusion and found my voice.

"Let me get this straight. If I spank you for spilling the coffee at the presentation, you’ll be able to put this incident behind you and we can get back to our normal working relationship?"

"Yes." Stacy quietly answered, her eyes looking at the floor.

I was astounded, but far too intrigued to decline. For the sake of caution, I told Stacy that if I agreed to "make her feel better", it could have nothing to do with work and would have to take place in a private place. Stacy sheepishly agreed and asked if we could go to my place after work. I said that would be fine.

As a courtesy, I took Stacy to supper at this nice little restaurant not far from work. It was from my perspective, the least I could do, and besides, she probably wouldn’t feel much like sitting down for lunch afterwards. I asked her if she wanted to have a drink, and she ordered a glass of wine.

Oddly enough, she didn’t seem as nervous as when we were discussing the incident in my office earlier. Our conversation was about any number of non-relevant topics, mostly just small talk to pass the time and try to ease the tension. After we finished eating, we headed for my apartment.

Upon arrival, Stacy excused herself for a few minutes while I set up my video camera. Again for the sake of caution, I'd insisted on taping her request for a spanking as well as the act itself so no false allegations could be made later. I didn't know or trust Stacy that well at that point.

When Stacy came back into the room, she again appeared very nervous and stared at the floor. I turned the camera on and thought to myself that I’d be nervous too, even if I had asked to be spanked by my boss.

"Will you spank me for being so bad and ruining your presentation?" She asked standing before me, her eyes downcast.

I asked her if she was willing to submit to this spanking (I still didn’t believe all this was happening) and she looked me straight in the eyes and answered, "Yes", softly.

I sat down on the couch in her living room and motioned for her to come to me. I gently grasped her wrist and guided her face down over my lap.

I asked her how old she was and she answered "27". I told her she would receive 27 spanks on the seat of her jeans, then her jeans would come down and she would receive 27 spanks on the seat of her panties and finally, her panties would be removed and she would receive her final 27 spanks on her bare bottom. She didn’t protest.

I started out, first warming her up with what I considered medium smacks on her fairly well protected bottom. She wiggled a bit, but didn’t try to escape. Alternating swats from one cheek to the other, we finished the first part of her spanking and I told her to get up off my lap.

Stacy stood before me. I reached up, unbuckled her belt, unfastened the button at the top and lowered the zipper on her jeans. I then slowly slid her jeans down, over her hips and down her legs until they reached a spot just below her knees. Stacy kept her eyes closed, breathing little sighs of embarrassment as her jeans came to their final resting place.

Once again, I guided her over my knees, enjoying the lovely sight before me. Here was a lovely young lady, her jeans lowered, with a pale pink color, peeking out from the lower portion of her high cut white panties. I let my hand glide over the two globes of her bottom for a moment.

"Are you ready to resume your punishment?" I asked, remembering why I was there.

Stacy just shook her head yes. I took aim at her cheeks, using slightly more force than before, really still medium smacks but with a lot less protection on the target this time.

She yelped and her bottom jiggled as the slaps landed one after the other. By the tenth smack on her panty covered bottom, she was kicking her legs a bit and starting to act just like a naughty spanked little girl. After the twenty-seventh smack on her warmed panties, she had tears in her eyes and was softly sobbing.

I helped her up off my lap, reminding her there was still one part left to her punishment and that she should stand in front of me one more time. She stood there, crying softly. I asked her if she still wanted to continue with her "punishment". She nodded her head yes.

I reached up and took hold of the waistband of her panties. Then slowly, I slipped them down to just above her ankles, where her jeans had ended up and guided her back over my lap to complete the punishment.

Her bottom was the prettiest shade of dark pink, reminding me of a Florida sunset. My hand wandered over the pretty pink globes as Stacy relaxed a little. I told her, for the last part of her punishment, since she had been so good, the first seventeen spanks would not be too hard, but the last ten would be the hardest smacks that she had received. She looked back over her shoulder and gave me a small smile of thanks.

The sound of the smacks landing on her bare flesh had a totally different resonance than the first 54. As each smack landed, there was a loud crack followed by legs kicking and a loud yelp. By the time we were ready for the last 10 swats, Stacy was breathing quickly and sobbing quite loudly.

With measured intent, I raised my hand over my shoulder and brought it down sharply on her unprotected bottom. Stacy yelped, twisted and bucked and it took all of my effort to hold her on my lap, but she never once tried to reach back and cover her quickly reddening buns. Again and again, my hand landed on one cheek and then the other, until at last, we had finished her "punishment".

I held Stacy over my lap for several minutes until her sobbing subsided and she was able to regain control of her emotions. Her bottom was quite red and very sore! Then, helping her up, I reached out to replace her panties and jeans, but Stacy caught my hands and shook her head.

"My bottom burns too much," she sniffled, looking and sounding like the woman-child of my spanking fantasies!

I opened my arms and Stacy stepped into them. I kissed her wet cheek, tasted the salt of her tears, and told her that she was a very brave girl. I couldn't resist reaching down to gently cup one of her warm, soft bottom cheeks and was rewarded when Stacy squirmed into my palm and hugged me back hard. We stood there together, sharing the silence and what turned out to be the same feelings and thoughts.

Stacy and I became lovers later that night and haven't looked back since. In the aftermath of spending our mutual passion, Stacy admitted to having a crush on me and intentionally throwing the coosh ball my way during the presentation. She had intended to hit me, not my coffee, but based on the way things turned out, I'd have to say her throw really hit the bulls-eye.

As you know, Barbara, Stacy introduced me to your publications as well as spanking, and I hope this helps to show how grateful I am to you and your outstanding publication. We are engaged now and plan to marry sometime next year. Our engagement has been happy and warm, if you catch my drift, and we see no reason to change a thing until death does us part. -- Jeff, FL

Congrats again on recognizing a great thing when it falls into... or across... you lap, Jeff! And thanks for sharing it with us! As I've told you, I think Stacy deserves all the credit for your warm happiness and wonder how many other happy, spanking couples would be out there if more Lady devotees... and men too... followed her courageous lead and introduced their partners to good, old-fashioned spanking instead of keeping it a deep, dark secret? Please let us know when the big day dawns and what happens on and after the honeymoon. Something tells me it'll be really hot... if you catch my drift?! -- Barbara