Saturday Spankings: Receiving Corporate Discipline

My first Saturday Spankings post comes from my new spanking story, Corporate Discipline :)

All ladies need a good spanking.”

Ryan Rees is the third best broker at Associated Synergy Syndicates, a company listed on the NASDAQ as ASS. ASS is no typical brokerage. It is run by a singular man, Mr Charles Benedict, a man who puts his success in the corporate world down to employee discipline. This discipline takes many forms, but in the case of female associates is usually given in the form of spankings, typically delivered over the CEO’s knee.

Ryan doesn’t understand why Mr Benedict insists on spanking his employees and for the past three years she’s gone out of her way to avoid his disciplinary attentions – but her luck is about to run out.

Corporate Discipline is available here!


“You didn’t go to bed when I told you to, did you?”

“I tried,” she said. “But I couldn’t sleep.” She squirmed where she stood, loathe to meet his gaze. She’d not felt so guilty or naughty in a very long time. His silence made it worse.

“It’s hard to be angry at a girl in teddy bear pajamas,” he said finally.

“Oh god,” Ryan groaned. “Give me a minute, I’ll get changed.”

“No.” It was definitely an order. “Keep them on for the moment. They’ll be coming down soon enough.”

Ryan’s mouth opened in an ‘O’ of dismay. “But it was an accident.”

“You’re long overdue for a spanking, Miss Rees,” Mr Benedict said, seating himself on the couch. “And this display of sluggishness only serves to prove just how badly you need one. Now come here.”

She went.


The Sourcerer’s Apprentice | Spanky Magic from Devlin O’Neill

The Sourcerer’s Apprentice represents another step into the world of Neverwasnia, a fantasy realm very much like our own, save for being inhabited by witches and pixies and werewolves and other mythical creatures that make themselves altogether a little too at home in what seems to be an otherwise mundane world.

This tale of magic and spanking from Devlin O’Neill not only distinguishes itself by merit of his fantastic modern fairy tale writing style and brilliant world building, but by containing one of the most interesting top figures in all spankydom in the form of Mother Hibbard – a sourceress to be reckoned with.

But that’s not all! There’s also a temperamental artist with a talent for capturing a girl’s bottom along with her soul, a dastardly doctor with a plan for bringing down Mother Hibbard and all her apprentices and Tabitha, dear, sweet, innocent apprentice Tabitha. What ever shall become of her and her little squirrel familiar?

Hot bottoms, warmed hearts and surprises aplenty lie in store for all those who dare peek inside to find out just what Mother Hibbard has in her cipboard, er, cupboard.

There’s no witches without itches, but this book scratches all of them.

Read a sample chapter and get the book here!

Spank Me Now

Her spanker is reading the morning paper, attention fully given to the news stories of the day.

She does not like this. She has passed back and forth across the room, humming to herself. She has toyed with her spanker’s ornaments and she has made remarks about the weather that have earned her little more than a nod. Now she goes to her hands and knees, crawling across the couch until she is able to nuzzle the paper out of the way and present her panty clad bottom.

“Spank me,” she demands, lifting her hips with a wriggle she knows makes her bottom shake in a way her spanker cannot resist.

A brow rises as if in censure, but the paper is folded and put to the side. Progress.

“It’s a spanking you want, is it? Have you been good enough to deserve one?”

She pouts, her head craned around to give her spanker the full benefit of her puppy-dog eyes and protruding lower lip. “I want one.”

“We can’t always get what we want, now, can we?” Her spanker is teasing, lips curling up in a smile with the words.

“Spank me!” She demands again, her voice becoming strident. “Spank me now!”

A firm palm sweeps down with much more force than she bargained for. She squeaks and reaches back to rub, but the spanker catches her hand and pins it to her lower back. Fast and hard the palm falls, giving her precisely what she asked for, but not what she wanted. In hot seconds her behind is painted with the red tag of her spanker’s displeasure. Her legs begin to scissor as she tries to kick the sting away, but it is settling into her flesh and there is little she can do to stop it. Only her spanker decides when the spanking is over. Only her spanker decides when her cheeks are hot enough and when her contrition is sufficient. Her spanker is not dismayed by tears, nor by complaints. She tried threats once. It ended badly.

As fast as it began, it ends. She sniffs wetly. Her bottom is gently palmed and she is soothed with a slow rubbing motion that leaves her sighing and soft over her spanker’s thighs.

“There’s your spanking, little brat.”

Spanked And Squirming

Standing in the corner, she wriggles whilst remaining still.

It’s quite a trick.

Her hips sway, the curve of her cheeks moving like a metronome. Sheer mesh panties reveal the blushing of her bottom, the consequence of a palm landing repetitively across her flesh, which was the consequence of something else.

“Stand still, please.”

The order comes softly. There is no need to speak loudly, not when the penitent has already obediently slipped into the corner.

Her hips still for a moment. The ticking of a clock can be heard.




Three seconds are all she can manage before the wriggle returns, propelled by the stinging of her sensitive seat. Palm prints still burn across her bottom and the soft skin between her upper thighs where a few seemingly stray but ever so intentional swats landed.

The eyes of the spanker are on her. She feels the gaze. Knowing that she is observed in her chastened state causes the stinging and tingling to grow stronger. She blushes the full length of her body, fresh blood flow enhancing the afterglow.


The spanker draws close.

She takes a deep breath and stills herself, closing her eyes as if to ward against the possibility of more punishment.

The disciplinary hand returns, fingers curling to cup her bottom. The touch is firm, but soothing, transforming from proprietary grasp to a slow rubbing as spanker becomes soother.

She arches her back, abandoning herself to the moment as fingers travel across the crown of her cheeks then dip into the crevice between her thighs. There they find the real reason she can’t stand still. There they find heat. There they find soft, moist fabric lubricated by her desire.

The squirm returns.

A Skittish Spankee

An excerpt from, yes, Corporate Discipline.

Matters came to a head when Ryan visited the bathroom and discovered two other employees, Melissa and Cecilia, already present. That in itself was not particularly odd or disturbing. But the fact that Melissa had her skirt raised to her waist and Cecilia was gawking at her bare bottom was quite disconcerting. Ryan gasped when she saw the state of the displayed bottom. There were bright red stripes laid across the middle of the young woman’s cheeks, and the entirety of her backside was cherry toned.

“What happened to you?”

“Benedict happened,” Melissa said ruefully. “I was late with the quarterlies.”

“How… what did he do?”

“Those are cane lines,” Cecilia informed her with the tone of one who has known such treatment before.

“He caned you? Where are we? Singapore?” Ryan did not attempt to hide her outrage. “That man has to be stopped.” Keep reading…