You’re Fired!

“Mark!”

 

 

Olivia shouted her secretary’s name from the corner of her office. Her head was buried in a file cabinet. Olivia was in her 40s and was a senior account manager at Wilson and Oldsten, the most prestigious advertising agency in the state. She was tall and blonde, with striking nordic features. She had a hard driving personality that, combined with her good looks, had fueled her meteoric rise through the company.

 

Mark walked into the room. He had been Olivia’s secretary for only two months. He had replaced her previous secretary, who had abruptly quit, leaving in tears, because of Olivia’s brusque, demanding personality. He was in his 30s, and had been hired specifically because of a glowing recommendation from his previous boss, who was also a type “A” female executive. Mark was one of the only men in the office taller than Olivia. He worked out religiously, and was proud of his chiseled physique. He walked over to the file cabinet where Olivia was standing and said, “Yes?”

 

“Where’s the Robinson file?”

 

Mark patiently began to explain, “It’s down in the copying lab. You asked me yesterday to have them make copies of the folio for the presentation.”

 

Olivia’s eyes flared, “Well, damnit, what’s taking them so long? How long does it take for them to make 30 copies of 5 pages?!”

 

Mark closed his eyes and took a breath. Olivia always got frazzled and bitchy when preparing for important presentations. He knew that all he had to do was shepherd her through the preparations, using his meticulous knack for execution to compliment her meticulous planning, and together they’d achieve another triumph.

 

Just then, almost as if on cue, the phone rang in the outer office. Mark went back to his desk to answer it.

 

Olivia slammed the file cabinet shut and turned around and looked out the window. The meeting with the Robinson team was Monday morning at 10. It was 4:30 Friday afternoon now. She wanted everything to be set up before everyone scattered to the four winds.

 

Just then Mark came back in. “That was the copy lab. The copier ate the originals–“

 

Olivia spun around and screamed, “WHAT?! What the hell are we going to show the Robinson team? Every one of those incompetent bozos–“

 

She was interrupted by the sound of Mark slamming her office door.

 

“Damnit, Olivia, that’s enough!”

 

Olivia froze. She had never been talked to this way by a secretary in her entire career. Mark continued.

 

“If you had let me continue, I would have explained that I had already made a deal with the guys in the copy lab. I was going to stay a little late this evening and print a set of new originals, and they were going to stay late and copy them. And all of this was going to be taken care of. And that there was no reason for you to throw a goddamn tantrum!”

 

Olivia blanched and started to say, “How dare you–?”

 

“How dare I? I’ll tell you, Olivia! This is not my first rodeo, missy! I am used to women like you. Women who are very good at what they do, but who make everybody else’s life miserable! You’re just like my old boss, and the one before her!” As he said this, he crossed the floor until he was standing only inches away from Olivia. Her face stayed stern, but part of her mind started to feel nervous.

 

“I could just quit right now. I could walk out of here and leave you to straighten up this whole situation. You’d have to go grab someone from IT, have them help you find and print out the Robinson file originals. By the time you did, the copy center folks would have given up and gone home. And the whole Robinson deal would go right into the toilet. I’d have a new job probably in a week or two. Now, you tell me: would that be ok with you?”

 

He let the question hang in the air. Olivia tried to keep a poker face, but as he described the consequences, she could see a metaphorical crack opening under her feet, threatening to end the career she had built for herself. Finally, she spoke up, her voice much quieter, “No. Don’t do that.”

 

“I don’t have to, Olivia. But you’re going to have to learn to behave yourself. And I know just how to teach you that lesson. Wait here.”

 

He walked back to the door, opened it and fetched something from the bottom drawer of his desk, then returned, closing the door behind him. As he got closer, she could see that he had what looked to her like a wooden hairbrush, but she was confused – this brush appeared to have no bristles on it.

 

“Olivia, I am going to teach you a lesson in humility by taking this paddle and blistering your bottom.”

 

Olivia’s eyes got wide as saucers, “What? You can’t do that!”

 

“Oh no? Shall I pack up my desk, then?”

 

Again, the question hung in the air. Her mind could hardly process the situation. She knew she was wrong to be so bitchy. Part of her knew she deserved to be spanked. But her pride told her she was the most successful account manager at the company and in no way deserved to be paddled like a schoolgirl. But finally, the rational part of her mind said that if she didn’t go along with this, she wasn’t going to be an account manager anymore come Monday morning.

 

Finally, her eyes shifted. She said, “Fine. You’ve got me, I suppose.”

 

Mark said, “I want you to turn around and bend over and put your elbows on the desk.”

 

She started to get nervous as she followed the commands of her young secretary. After she was in place, he reached down and pulled her skirt up over her back. She could feel him tap the paddle against her panty-clad ass cheeks. Then, without warning, the paddle exploded into her left ass cheek with a meaty splatting sound. The surprise of the impact was followed by a searing heat and she cried out, “Aaaaah!” Mark brought the paddle down quickly on the opposite cheek less than a second later, bringing another loud reaction from Olivia. He kept up a fast rhythm, alternating cheeks. After a few seconds, Olivia was sobbing. He stopped. Before Olivia could straighten up, Mark spoke, “Oh, no, we’re not done. That was just the start!” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and lowered them down to below her ass cheeks, Olivia sobbed out, “Oh no! Please!”

 

Mark stopped, “No? If I stop now, then I walk. You need to learn your lesson, Olivia! Now, are you going to take the rest of your spanking?”

 

Olivia started to sob again and said, “Yes.”

 

Mark placed his left hand on the small of her back and started spanking her again. Her sobbing quickly became continuous. As her spanking progressed, Olivia started to react to each spank less and her crying changed somewhat. Mark gave her ass a couple more spanks and then he stopped. He allowed Olivia to cry for a minute before he handed her a tissue to blow her nose. Then he spoke, “I am going to go back to my desk and print out the Robinson presentation and take it down to the copying lab. The presentation package will be on your desk when you get in on Monday morning.” He turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

 

Olivia calmed down and then stood up. Her ass felt like it had a thousand sunburns. She reached down and carefully pulled her panties back up and smoothed her dress. She gingerly sat down at her desk. She no longer felt panicked about the presentation, and that was only partly due to the deft handling of the crisis by Mark. The spanking, she realized, had somehow calmed and centered her, even if it had left her with a terribly sore bottom. She reached into her purse and pulled out a compact and fixed her makeup as best she could. She blew her nose one more time and cleared her throat. She stood up and put her best executive face back on and strode with a more measured step than she was used to towards the door. She opened it to see Mark was handing a pile of paper to a tech from the copying lab. She smiled at them both and spoke.

 

“Thank you both for taking care of this. I know it’s late on Friday.”

 

The copy tech replied, “No problem. We’re sorry the machine ate the other originals.”

 

Olivia looked back at Mark and said, “Thank you, Mark. I’ll see you Monday morning.”

 

Mark said, “Have a good weekend, Ma’am.”