Kathy sat her in comfy recliner, her short robe open slightly revealing her state of undress. She watched a talk show while her right hand unconsciously massaged the crotch of her panties, waiting for the time when her boyfriend would arrive. Kathy had decided to take some sick time from her job working for a conglomerate's advertising division. The company, Ameridyne, was relatively new, formed only three years earlier. Quickly absorbing other companies, Ameridyne shortly had the enviable position of being at the top of the Fortune 500 list. She had worked for this company for a little less than a year, entering as soon as she finished college for graphic designs. At 21, Kathy seemed to have carved herself a niche in the company, heading the visual aspects of some of the company's leading accounts, with a monthly salary of $3,000. She was grateful to have come so for this fast, as most of her friends who graduated with her were working in department stores for commission. After ten months of endless deadlines and constant stress, she decided she could not wait for her vacation to kick in. She called work saying, in her best fake nauseous voice, she wouldn't be in for a week because of the flu. Hanging up, Kathy smiled at her reflection in the mirror, saying "Clever girl." At 5'1", Kathy's thin frame still looked 15. The only area that had grown up was her ass, which stuck out from her hips. She often got carded at bars, and she still loved to see what mischief she could get away with. Now, she waited for her beau to come over, for some Quality Time. Of course, those her boyfriend's coy words. She preferred Serious Fucking, as compared to something that sounded like old women enjoying Sunday bridge. She didn't think dressing was necessary, so wore only yesterday's underwear under here silky robe (she didn't think laundry was priority one, so didn't have a clean pair either way). With some ginger ale and her trusty vibrator within hand's reach, she lazed around, occasionally playing with her underfed puss. A little past eleven, the doorbell rang. Scott's early!, thought Kathy. She opened the door, leaning against the frame sexily, robe still open. Kathy wasn't expecting the sight that greeted her. Instead of Scott, she saw an attractive brunette woman in her 40's, , hair pulled back in a bun, and towered Kathy at 5'9". She wore conservative business attire and held a large briefcase. Kathy stared open mouthed until her mind registered the fact she was flashing an older woman. The woman's foot was propped against the door, preventing an attempt to close it. "Miss Prattle? Kathy Prattle?" Kathy's jaw open and closed for a few seconds until she could manage a reply. "Y-y-yes?" "I'm Veronica Winsmore, from Ameridyne Employee Resources. I heard you were feeling sick, so thought I'd stop by. May I come in?" Veronica was already inside the apartment by the time she asked. Kathy was fumbling with the ties to her robe, hoping to regain some dignity. "Uh, uhm, s-sure." Veronica scanned the books on the bookshelf lining one wall, walking around the living room. "This is a nice place, Kathy. Do you live alone?" "Mmm?" "I said, do you live alone?" "Uh, yes." "It must be nice, to be your age and living alone in such a nice apartment like this one, isn't it?" Kathy was starting to get a little nervous. She realized she hadn't even tried to sound sick for this person. "Uh, yes, it is." Veronica stopped walking and made eye contact with Kathy. "Than why would you jepordize your position with us, Kathy?" "Uh, sorry?" "Uh. Is that all you can say? Uh? I mean, absentee employees costs American companies hundreds of millions of dollars. Did you know that?" Kathy was feeling scatterbrained as this stern woman made her feel like she was in the principal office. "Uh,no...I mean, no." Veronica gave a slight smile at Kathy's self correction. "Kathy, we must pay someone to replace absentee workers, or lose productive time. This problem is exasperated by people who make false sick claims, such as yourself. Or are you still going to pretend your sick?" Kathy lowered her eyes to the her painted toenails, as her stomach started to whirl. "I guess not." "Good. We employe many youngsters such as yourself. Did you think we wouldn't tell when you were play acting?" Youngster? And who was she to keep asking all these stupid questions? Kathy, however, continued to find her toenails fascinating. "Well, yeah, but I didn't think it'd hurt anything." Shit, now I'm apologizing to her, thought the downcast Kathy. This woman catches me in unwashed underwear and a robe, minutes after playing with myself, then demands answers from me like I'm her daughter or something. Playing with myself? Oh, God, my vibrator's still next to the chair where I left it! "Kathy, you seem to be acting very childishly for someone with so many responsibilities at her job." After a long pause, Kathy assumed she should apologize again. "Mm'm 'rry" "What? I couldn't make out that muffling." Kathy's stomach began to whirl faster, the sensation joined by a weight in her chest. She wondered if she be acting this way if she wasn't caught red-handed. "I'm sorry." Veronica stared at her for a minute. "Come hear. Sit down for a bit." Veronica walked into the dining room and pulled out a chair for the girl. Kathy, feeling shear embarrassment at being offered a seat in her own home, complied. Veronica began talking about the acting like an adult and taking care of one's responsibilities. Than how someone her age should start to appreciate her position in life, affording to live without roommates. Kathy felt her face grow red. "We weren't sure if hiring someone so...young...was such a good idea. Now, it seems, our original skepticism was correct. Or can think of a reason we should keep a woman who'd rather stay at home and masturbate with dildos in her recliner?" Kathy almost choked. She looked up wide eyed, mouth moving uselessly. She had hoped that if the vibrator was seen, decency would leave it unmentioned Veronica waved one hand at the speechless girl. The other hand moved in the briefcase and withdrew some papers, placing them in front of her "Here. Sign this. Now." Kathy leaned forward, sure the form was a dismissal or resig- nation. Instead, she saw a manila stock card over some papers, only a slot at the bottom for a signature exposed. "What is it?" "Never mind that. Do you want to keep your job, or move onto the high class world of McDonald's? Believe me, I can have you fired for trying to take a week off...when you'd have a vacation in two months, had you waited." Kathy grabbed a pen offered to her, unsure of which choice would be best. Could she really be fired for this? Could she make a complaint, or sue the company for harassment? Deciding her career was better than a lawsuit without evidence, she signed her name in the slot. Veronica picked up the documents, tearing out a carbon copy, and handed it to Kathy. Kathy read the sheet, stunned. It was some sort of slave contract, promising to give herself entirely to Veronica. The I's, she noted, were all small case, symbolizing submissiveness. "This...can't be legal!" Veronica looked at her, amused. "Of course it can't, dear. Slavery is illegal. However, that document will prove that what I will do to you is concent." "What are you talking about?" "We have put a lot of effort, refining your considerable talents. Why would we want you to take those attributes to a competitor. No, instead, I will punish you. In return you may keep your job with the happy Ameridyne family. The copy's of that paper you're holding is a deterrent, in case you decide you want a lawsuit. It will appear you and I have a... relationship, of a sort. Do you understand?" Kathy began to cringe away from the older woman. As her nipples hardened from fear and adrenalin, she hoped they wouldn't be misinterpreted. "What do you mean by punishment?" Veronica smiled richly. This was always her favorite part. "Why, I'm going to spank you. Like a naughty schoolgirl caught playing hooky. Spank you, among other things." Shaking her head, Kathy moved her hands to her bottom, "No, you must be joking." "But I'm not. It's either that or unemployment. And if you have any ideas about going to the proper authorities, the document you signed will destroy any credibility you have." Kathy could only stare for a few a second as her butt clenched itself. Finally, she convinced herself that the spanking must be more symbolic than a 'real' spanking, and wouldn't be that bad. "OK, let's get this over with." Veronica smiled happily. She quickly opened her seemingly ever present briefcase, withdrawing a nasty looking paddle, than closed it again. She pulled a straight back chair into the middle of the living room. Smoothing her skirt as she sat she said, "I thought you might see it my way. Come here." Veronica left hand reached out to Kathy. Kathy breathed deeply, than walked over. A few swats and this is over. Kathy carefully lowered herself over Veronica's lap. Veronica gripped Kathy's childlike body around the waist with her left arm, and gently massaged Kathy's vulnerable cheeks with her right. Kathy squirmed, humiliated at being fondled by another woman. After a full minute, Veronica raised her hand and began swatting open palmed. Swat Swat Swat Swat These first few weren't that hard to take. In fact, this is what Kathy thought the whole spanking would be. To embarrassed to think, she didn't wonder why the paddle wasn't being used. Soon, Veronica quickened the pace, spanking much faster and with more force. Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat Swat "Ahhh...Ow...Ahhh..."

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