Motivational Monday

[undermycloud]

For most people, going to work on a monday morning was certainly no pleasure, the weekend was over and its back to the hum drum of work, however for the twenty odd employees at Harwoods a privately owned company run by Miranda Harrison, it was slightly different, and unless you were one of the unlucky ones monday morning was something to look forward to, and known by the staff as motivatonal monday.
Miranda had always believed in rewarding her employee's for performance, attitude ,and effort, and as well as paying exceptional wages, she offered rewards, being anything from a bottle of wine to a weekend break and were presented every Monday morning.
The philosophy being , after seeing the awards being given, you would try hard that week to win one the next, or even another if you were one of the fortunate.

On the other side of the coin, bad performance, bad attitude and serious misdemeanors were rectified by punishment.
Miranda made it perfectly clear at the initial interview exactly how she would deal with offenders, so there was no doubt in anybodies mind.She would offer the choice of having an ammount deducted from their wages, or they could submit to corporal punishment, during the twenty years she had been running the company, there had only been five occassions when staff had requested their wages be docked.
Punishment would take place on monday morning after the award presentaions in full view of all employee's, with recipiants being informed on the friday prior, as to the reasons and details of the punishment they were to be given, that way they could think about it over the weekend, and could decide wether to accept, or take the reduction in wages instead.

As Miranda drove to work she thought about the punishments that she would be dealing out very shortly. Today there were three recipitants. Aimee who was the youngest aged 18, had been at Harwoods about three months, generaly a good worker, but just lately had been making a few careless mistakes, which had resulted in the wrong mail being sent to a client and causing a great deal of embarrassment to the company.Next was Jill an experienced employee who had been at Harwoods for about seven years, usualy very good but Miranda had overheard her being rude to a customer over the phone, and clearly needed a reprimand.Thirdly it was Paul, the only male member of staff. Paul was the sales agent and Miranda had discovered that he had been falsifying his expences, not by a great ammount but that was'nt the point.
Miranda was pleased with the way that she had built up the business, she felt that she'd worked bloody hard and she certainly was'nt going to sit back and watch it be ruined because of stupid mistakes or general misconduct, and if corporal punishment were the answer, then so be it.
The same procedures had been applied at a company Miranda had worked at when she was in her twenties, and she had been subjected to punishment numerous times for various misdemeanors, and although it was painful and humiliating at the time, it was soon forgotten, much better than having written warnings hanging around in your files.
A lot of thought went into the punishments, Miranda would weigh up the seriousness of the offence and any possible loss or extra cost that had been incurred by the company, and then decide on the number of strokes to be given and which implement from her formidable array to be used.

The thought of breakfast made Aimee feel sick, she had hardly slept,and had been thinking of monday all over the weekend. She had been in tears on friday when Miranda had called her into her office, and after going over her mistakes, had given her the option of a reduction of eighty pounds from her next wages, or a disciplinary punishment of 20 strokes with a leather paddle on her bare bottom. She had just purchased her first car and was paying it back on a monthly basis, also saving for a holiday and there was no way she could afford to lose that money ,so she reluctantly agreed to the spanking. During her 18 years Aimee had never realy been punished, apart from the occasional slap to the back of her legs or across her knickered bottom, but nothing severe.
She had watched with amusement at the other girls getting punished during the few months she had been at Harwoods, but always felt it would never happen to her. Now the thought of it was anything but funny.
Having to bare her bottom in front of all the others was going to be totaly humiliating, and how much was it going to hurt,there was always various descriptions from the other girls, some saying it hurt like hell, and others saying it was nothing at all,but judging from the marks on their backsides, Aimee felt it was more likely to be the former.

Jill knew exactly how much it was going to hurt, although it had been a couple of months since she'd last been punished by Miranda, and even longer since she'd recieved the cane, her designated implement for the day. She could fully remember how much it stung, and the marks on her bottom that seemed to stay forever making it uncomfortable to sit down for quite some time.
She knew that she shouldn't have been rude, to the customer on the phone, it hadn't been meant, just having a bad day, it was just unlucky that Miranda had happened to overhear. It had been embarrassing having to ring the customer back and appologise for her actions, which, after a lot of pleading had finaly been accepted.Jill wondered what the customer would say if he knew what her punishment were to be.

Paul was also aware of how painful the punishment was going to be, it was only two weeks since Miranda had applied her cane to his backside and only in the last week when he'd suffered no discomfort in sitting down, he had been foolish in trying to fiddle his expences, and should have known that Miranda would find out,at the end of the day there wasn't much that her sharp eye didn't spot.Now as he drove into work he tried to imagine how his bottom would look by the time Miranda had finished putting 25 strokes with a thick leather strap across it,certainly not a pleasant thought.

Nine thirty in the office.
Some of the staff had pulled their chairs to the front, others were standing or sitting on desks, Miranda had just presented the last award for the week. Now it was punishment time and for most an enjoyable time watching somebody getting their bottom reddened.
She read out the names of the three recpitants, causing a murmour of approval from the girls, more often than not it was just one person for punishment, three was an unexpected bonus.
Miranda had decided to start with Paul, she called out his name, and he made his way to the front, all eyes watching his every move, as he stopped in front of the punishment desk. This was one Miranda had purchased
a few years previous from ebay.It was an old fashioned school desk complete with ink well and slanting top,the recipitant would stand at the front and bend over the highest part of the desk with their upper body sloping downwards causing the backside to be perfectly rounded and presented for the oncoming onslaught.
"Undo your trousers push them down and bend over" Miranda's voice was firm. Paul did as he was told, undoing his belt and button and let his trousers fall around his ankles, he then proceeded to bend over the desk, the angle of his body causing him to stand on tip toe, he felt Mirandas fingers in the waist band of his pants, then the cool air on his bottom as she yanked them down so as they were just above his knees.
Paul could feel his face blushing, knowing that twenty plus pairs of eyes were ogling his bare backside, He just wished that Miranda would get it over with as quick as possible.
However Miranda was in no hurry she was fully aware that the humiliation aspect should be as great as the actual punishment. She looked at his rounded cheeks quivering in anticipation, there was something very appealing about a bare bottom awaiting punishment.
Miranda turned to face the room and picked up her notes, not that she needed them, everything was crystal clear in her mind, and informed the room the reasons that Paul was being punished and the number of strokes and the choice of implement. A murmour of approval came from a few of the girls, twenty five strokes with the thick strap was going to provide very interesting viewing, and as the girls who had previously had the pleasure of being aquainted with the leather item, knew it was going to be extremley painful for Paul.
Laura unlocked the cupboard where the punishment items were kept and removed the strap, a piece of leather about 24 inches long and 3 inches wide and quarter of an inch thick attached to a wooden handle. She had recieved eight strokes with this very item possibly nearly a year ago, but could still recall the pain as it had seared her backside making it feel and look as if she had sat on a hot griddle pan. She passed the weapon to Miranda and took her place by the side of the punishment desk,glancing down at Pauls bare bottom, thankful that it wasn't herself in that position. her job was to count the number of strokes out loud. Miranda liked to concentrate fully on the job in hand and not have to try and remember about counting.
You could have heard a pin drop as Miranda took her place to the side of Paul, holding the strap out straight with both hands so as she could measure the distance, and adjusting her feet until they were in the right position, remembering the spot, then doing the same procedure on the other side , now she had two imaginary spots on the floor where she could stand for her fore swing and back hand, that way ensuring the buttocks could be leathered from both sides for maximum effect.
Miranda swung the strap and it landed with a loud crack, leaving a broad red stripe diagonally across both cheeks, this was immedatly followed by a back hand swing which left a similar stripe but going the other way, making Pauls bottom look it had a red cross on it. Three more strokes landed in quick succession, this time horizontally across the top ,middle and lower part of his backside, causing his whole body to jerk forward and give out a stifled yell. He gripped the front legs of the desk tightly and awaited the next stroke.
He didnt have to wait long as Miranda landed another five,all from different angles, ensuring that every piece of bottom flesh was covered.The room was filled with loud cracks as each stroke found its target causing the watching girls to wince, all aware of the heat and the pain that would be building up in Pauls rear.
They all knew the strength that Miranda had in her upper arms and with her nearly six feet and 14 stone she had plenty of weight to put behind each swing.
" 11 12 13 14 " Laura counted out each stroke, watching as his cheeks wobbled like a jelly, as the strap made contact causing the colour to change from red to scarlet. When she had received the strap she had screamed out so loud at each stroke that she was sure that people could have heard her in the carpark.
For the next five strokes Miranda concentrated on the area at the top of the legs and the fleshy part ot the lower buttocks, one of the most sensitive areas and probably the most painful when it came to sitting down.
The final six were placed evenly across his now red raw bottom, Laura was convinced she could feel the heat from his cheeks, where she was standing.
"OK you may stand" Paul pushed himself up from the desk and stood up his hands caressing the swollen red hot mass that used to be his backside. "Move over there and stand facing the wall,and hold your shirt up leaving your bottom bare and on display".
He did as he was told with trousers still around his ankles, moving stiffly the movement causing fresh pain in his nether regions. Having to stand bare bottom on full view to all , was Mirandas final part of the humiliation aspect.
Jill was the next to be called, she made her way to the front, trying to brazen it out by smiling to a few of her coleagues as their eyes met, but her mind was filled with dread thinking about the proceeding punishment . She had seriously thought about having the deduction in wages, but they'd had a lot of outlay just recently for various things, and with her wages going into a joint bank account, her husband Mike would have spotted the deficet and the punishment would have been likely to be much worse. Jill was thirty seven and had two teenage daughters, but that didn't stop Mike applying a hard wooden brush to her backside, whenever he felt it was deserved, and at the end of the day she would rather be punished by Miranda than Mike.
" Raise your skirt and bend over "
With nothing in the way of choice, Jill lifted her skirt around her waist and bent over the same desk that Paul had been over minutes earlier, her knickers and tights stretched tight across her rounded bottom, although not for long as Miranda quickly pulled them down.
Most of the girls had been aware of the episode on the phone betwen customer and Jill, but Miranda recounted the reasons for the punishment and announced Jill would be receiving 15 strokes with the medium weight cane.
Laura replaced the strap in the cupboard, and took the middle cane from the hook, there were three canes in total all made from the finest rattan and all with a crook handle, the difference being the length and the weight which altered the impact and the severity when applied to an awaiting bottom. It always suprised Laura at how light the canes were but how effectively they could leave their mark and cause the pain that they did.
Miranda took the cane and swished it through the air a couple of times causings Jills backside to flinch in anticipation of what was to come. Then holding the cane at each end she tested the flexibilty by bending it into an arc, and then two more swishes through the air. Then as with the strap earlier she measured the distance between cane and target, adjusted her feet slightly, raised her arm back and bought the cane down sharply acoss the center of Jills bottom, causing her to yell out loudly, a thin white stripe appeared and almost at once turned red. Laura gave her call of one. Miranda took aim, there was a swish and a yell and a second stripe appeared this time right acoss the top of Jills bottom cheeks, the next landed across the very lower part, causing an extra loud yell from jill. Miranda was pleased with the results so far, three perfect stripes almost evenly spaced across the top middle and bottom, those were her guide lines and the remaining strokes would be placed between those lines. Her mind went back over thirty years and she could see herself bent over , bare bottomed and receiving one of the many canings that she had endured, at the end of the day it had done her no harm, painful and humiliating at the time, but it had helped her be the women she had become.
By the time Miranda got to the twelthe stroke, Jills bottom was completely covered, with no unmarked flesh showing, and welts appearing where the cane had landed on the same spot more than once.
There was no sign of braziness from Jill now, she was crying uncontrollably and at the same time yelling as the cane bit into her tender cheeks. She was not even aware of how many strokes were left, as she couldn't hear Laura counting due to the noise that she was making and the terrible pain that was coming from her rear. Miranda delivered the last three stinging strokes, and finaly it was over. Jill was aware of Miranda telling her to stand, her bottom was pulsating with shock and pain at what it had just received. Eventualy she pushed herself up and like Paul before her, her hands tried to soothe the burning flesh.
" Keep your skirt raised and go and stand next to Paul, facing the wall "
Still sobbing Jill made her way to the designated spot.
Aimee had been watching the events with horror, knowing that she was next, every stroke that had been delivered to both Paul and Jill had added to the anguish that she was feeling, hearing their yells, and seeing their bright red cheeks that resembled warning beacons, made her want to get up and run. It felt as if she were in a dream, a long way away she could hear her name being called, and she was aware of herself standing and moving slowly to the front of the room to where Miranda and Laura were standing, her legs felt like jelly and her palms were sticky with sweat.
Miranda had decided that the final punishment would be administered over her knee, and she had already placed one of the rigid chairs side ways on. As Aimee approched her, she sat down and motioned for the girl to stand at her side,with her back to the audience of women. The command that Aimee had been dreading, to raise her skirt was given, she pulled it up around her waist revealing her black woolen tights with knickers underneath. With total disregard for her modesty, Miranda pulled the garments down and taking Aimee's hand pulled her down so as she was laying across her knee's, then eased her forward so as her feet were off the floor and her face almost touching the carpet, her bottom sticking up in the air, both bare and vunerable. Aimee could feel the tears welling up, she couldn't help it, with the humiliating position that she was in. She felt that she would rather be over the punishment desk than over Miranda's lap.
Miranda looked down at the pale quivering bottom that was awaiting punishment,she guessed that it was probably the first proper punishment that Aimee had ever received in her life and certainly one that she would remember for quite a time.
The details of her misdemeanors and the punishment of twenty strokes with the leather paddle were related by Miranda, which caused a couple of the girls watching to smirk, the thought of litle miss goody goody getting her bottom treated was quite appealing.
Laura had replaced the cane and was now holding the paddle,which was the size and shape of a table tennis bat. She rubbed her hand over it feeling the smoothness and softness of the leather, although it was far from soft when it was in action, as she very well knew, and very capable of leaving a stinging mark on a bare behind. She handed the paddle to Miranda and took her place the other side of the chair.
Aimee felt Miranda's left hand gripping her tight, the next thing she knew was the sound of the paddle as it made contact with her upturned bottom, then she felt the pain, and let out a loud yell, and tried to get her hand up to cover and protect the burning cheeks, but Miranda had her arm firmly around her waist, which prevented Aimee from raising her arm. The slaps continued to fall at a steady pace, the pain was like nothing Aimee had ever experienced before, or could possibly imagined, it felt as if her bottom was on fire. She wriggled as hard as she could, kicked her legs wildly in the air, and banged her fists on the floor in frustration, but she was no match for Miranda's strength, who held her in a vice like grip, and was concentrating fully on the job in hand, making sure that the paddle landed on a different spot each time, which wasn't easy as the size of the weapon meant that each stroke would cover a good proportion of bottom flesh. As each stroke landed it would splat down causing the cheeks to wobble furiously and turn the area bright red.
Aimee was no longer bothered about the humiliation, it was now only the pain that concerned her, the heat that was building up in her bottom, surely she couldn't take any more. She was vaugely aware of Laura calling out "eighteen", then two more strokes, then nothing. She felt Miranda pulling her to her feet, like the two before her she reached round and gently caressed her painful rear, gently was the word because even the slightest touch was utter agony. She was still crying and semi aware that her tear stained face must be looking a real mess.
" Keep your skirt raised, and stand over there with the other two"
Miranda looked at the three bare bottoms on display, all different, with various shades of redness the only similarity being the pain and the heat they were generating. Yes she was quite pleased with her handiwork.

[andy55]

And what happens to Laura when she loses count?