That Friday Feeling.......

[lex46]

It had been unseasonably warm and an extremely busy week at my small double glazing window business. Joanna and Louise, my two office girls had helped me through it following up leads, preparing quotes and arranging manufacture and fitting dates for my customers - trying to maintain my reputation and ensure the customers got their new windows before Christmas. Whilst the girls worked 9 - 5 I had had 14 and 16 hour days and was just glad it was Friday at long last. (All work and no play had indeed made me a dull boy and though I had a nice house and plenty of money, I had no-one to share it with.) The weekend was a chance to cool off and relax so I decided when the girls finished I would lock up and invite them both to the pub for a well earned drink and offer to buy them both a meal.

5.00 o'clock came and the three of us wandered down the road to The Royal Oak where we all got cold lagers and sat out in the beer garden so we could enjoy the evening sunshine and Louise and I could have a smoke. I told the girls to order what ever they wanted off the menu - they certainly had deserved that after the week they'd had. Our meals arrived ( three sizzling sirloin steaks) and we ate in relative silence. When we had finished, I asked if they wanted a sweet. Louise declined saying she had to go and meet her boyfriend this evening but Joanna asked for an Ice cream sundae and I had my favourite Teacle sponge and custard.

Louise duly departed and I bought Joanna and myself another drink. Our glasses emptied rather quickly because it was still very warm as darkness began to fall. Another round followed and our general chit chat started to die off. I offered Joanna another drink which she accepted and we moved inside sitting in a quiet corner overlooked by a painting of that famous old race horse Brigadier Gerard.

I turned to Joanna and thanked her again for all her hard work and asked if there was anything I could do to help improve things for her at work. "Not really" she replied "You look after us and it's the best job I've ever had" I felt slightly embarassed and told her it was a two way thing. Joanna looked at me "One thing though that I feel slightly aggrieved about"
"Whats that?" I enquired.
"Well.....It's Louise."
I responded "She, just like you, does an excellent job and you seem to get on well. So what is it?"
"It's the number of breaks she takes. She's always going outside for a smoke"
"Yes I know. So do I. I can't see an issue really"
"Well I can" she retorted. Slightly taken aback by her sudden change in tone I gently replied "Please, could you explain?"
"She gets the same wage as me yet I probably work an hour more than her each day and I don't think that's fair"
"I see what you mean. I'd never thought of it like that but how can I give you a pay rise without upsetting her. Have you said anything to her about it?"
"No. You're the boss, I hoped you would sort it out"
"OK I'll have a think and see what I can come up with> Have you any ideas?"
"Well you could always discipline her" She said and a little smile started to appear on her round face.
" Apart from that useless young girl we had a couple of years back I've never felt the need to discipline either of you. Particularly in these hard times I wouldn't want to end up having to lose either of you. I know how hard it is to give up smoking, I've tried several times and I could see it going all the way to having to dismiss her if she had the warnings first"
"NO" she laughed. "I mean discipline her". Her smile grew and I saw a wicked twinkle in her blue eyes. Did she mean what I thought she meant? Dare I ask her? Did Joanna really share my "secret" interest? We'd had a few drinks by now and my inhibitions were lowered but I just said "I'm sorry, I don't really know what you mean"
Siezing the initiative Joanna calmly said "Come back to my flat. We can talk about it there without anyone overhearing."
"OK. Fair enough" I said and drained my glass enjoying the feel of the cool amber liquid on my throat. Joana finished hers, stood, picked up her black leather handbag and headed through the oak panneled door.I followed her onto the moonlit street and the breeze was still mild. "Come on" she said,"It's only a ten minute walk by the river. As we walked towards the river she slipped her arm through mine. I turned and smiled at her to find she was already smiling at me. Joanna was 32 and a really pleasant girl, though I'd not taken too much notice of her looks as I believed work and pleasure shouldn't mix. I kept looking at her as we descended the steps to the riverside path. She would be size 14 to 16, about 5'8", shoulder length auburn hair. I could see she had shapely legs through her tights, and though no hourglass I guessed her figure was around 38-30-36. Overall just a lovley young woman. "Ooh look at that" she remarked pointing to a solitary swan gliding gracefully across the river ripling the slivery refelction of the moon but by now my mind was racing. Just what was her idea of discipline?

She led me up another set of steps back onto the street. We walked about two hundred yards before she stopped, opened a wooden gate and led me up a herring-boned brick path to the front door. Her flat it turned out was in large three storied Victorian terraced housed which had been renovated by a local builder and split into three flats. (I was pleased to see the builder had used our windows!)
She took her keys out of her bag and unlcoked the door. "I hope you don't mind stairs - mine's the penthouse" she giggled. We climbed two flights of stairs, her leading the way and me following. I couldn't help but notice she was wearing stickings and not tights. She inserted her yale key, pushed the dooor open and walked through, waited for me to follow her in and shut the plain white door behind her. We were stood in her kitchen, granite worksurfaces around two sides and her white goods lined against a third wall. She walked across the laminated floor to the fridge and took out two cans of lager, tossing one to me which I caught - even though I wasn't ready. Flipping the ring pull she took a mouthful , turned and said well come through then"
I followed her through the archway which divided her kitchen from her sitting dining area.She picked up a remote pressed buttons and two lamps turned themselves on. There was no table but an expensive looking two and three seater leather sofa. She sat on the three seater and patted the seat next to her indicating I sat down. I walked across the soft blue carpet and sat beside her. Her matching curtains reamined open offering a marvellous view across the city and into the darkness beyond.
"So" I ventured "You were going to tell me about disciplinaries" I deliberately avoided the word discipline. I didn't want to presume too much - perhaps that's where I'd gone wrong in the past.
"Indeed" she said smiling. Her lovley straight white teeth showing between her lips. "I'm going to tell you something and I hope it doesn't ever come between us"
"Go on. Don't worry. Works work and away from there, nothing is connected" I tried to say clamly, wondering if she had detected the tremor in my voice.
Then she came straight out with it... " I like discipline" and she rose from the settee, disappeared through another door and came back within seconds carrying what I knew to be a three tailed leather tawse.
I could feel my heart pumping having dreamed of meeting such a woman for many a long year. I just smiled broadly at her and said "So do I"
"So will you discipline me?" she asked still smiling.
"Why?" You bloody fool I thought. What a stupid thing to say. But calm and in control as ever Joanna looked me in the eye and said "I'm really sorry sir but I swore at a customer this morning"
I sat for a couple of seconds, not believing this was happening then finally got myself together. "Joanna, that's totally unacceptable. I can't have anyone feeling they haven't been looked after when they come to us. It could cause untold damage to the reputation of my business" Her smile disappeared and she looked remorseful bowing her haid slightly, her auburn hair shimmering in the soft lamplight. I reached across and took the tawse out of her hand.
"Come round here and bend over the arm of the settee" I commanded in quite a stern voice.She did exactly that.
"Well young lady, you need to learn what is unacceptable behaviour and learn you will."
"Yes sir" she uttered quietly.
I stood behind her and raised her short black pleated skirt revealing her stockings and suspenders and a pair of hipster style blck satin knickers. My hand stroked her fulsome round cheeks through her knickers before, adrenaline coarsing through my veins, I slipped my fingers into the waistband and lowered them revealing an ivory white pair of buttocks.
"I hope you know what to expect" I said as I rested the tawse across those cheeks. I waited to see her reaction but she remained perfectly still. So I rasied my arm, the tawse trailing across her buttocks as it lifted and then swung it down, watching it land with a thud across the centre of both cheeks. No reaction from her so I raised it again, aiming slightly lower and it thudded down again. She stood up and I was worried I'd hurt her too much.
"Bloody hell" she said in what I judged to be a slightly disappointed tone, "You haven't done this before have you?"
"No" I answered honestly.
Again that warm smile came back and she just said "let me show you"
She walked over to me, undid my trousers and let them fall. "Step out of them and bend over the settee where I was.I can see by that bulge you're a naughty boy."
Well who was I to argue, even though it was not a psoition I had ever envisaged myself in.
I felt the cool leather of the settee against my thighs and then I felt her rest the tawse across my boxers.
"We'll have these down too" and within a split second I could feel the cool air on my bum and the tawse resting there again.
"This is what you were doing" she said, and I felt the tawse rise then thud into my bottom. It was just a thud. It tingled slightly but certainly didn't sting.
"You don't have to swing hard, just use your wrist and let the wieght of the leather do the work..............Like This!!"
"CRACKK" The tawse landed across the centre of my exposed cheeks. I let out a gasp through gritted teeth as the leather suddenly bit causing a large area of my bum to stinging deeply. For some reason I didn't move. I remained bent across the sofa. Then thud "Not like that" CRACKK "Like that"
"Owwwwwwwww" I couldn't help my self and before I could say anything else
CRACKK "Like that. Got it?" Her tone of voice was unmoved, just understanding.
"Yes." I answered as calmly as I could.
CRACKK "Yes what?" she asked cooly as a third stinging blow really started to take effect. I gasped, trying to keep still and replied "Yes Miss""
"That's better" she said as her hand ran up and down my cheeks. "Right let's see what you can really do. Stand up"
I stood and couldn't help but rub my stinging cheeks. "You wuss" she laughed and took my place over the arm of the settee.
I walked round, naked from the waist down and took the tawse from her hand then took my position behind her. Remembering what she had said I lined the tawse across the middle of her buttocks, drew it back and let the leather do the work and the result astounded me. CRAcKKK it landed and Joanna, remaining perfectly still let out a moan. I lined the tawse just above where it had just landed and CRACKKK it landed again. Once more she remianed still, a little "ooooooooh" emanating from her lips. This girl was something special. I lined the tawse up below where the first had landed, observing the deep crimson colour it had left behind before bringing ti down again with a resounding CRACKKK . This time she wriggled slightly letting out an "ouchhh". Hardly surprising as I could see the bottom tail had left a lovely mark right across the top of her thighs. Within seconds she had regained her composure so I repeated the pattern Three more CRACKKS of that heavy tawse landed on her bottom and she was beginning to wriggle rather a lot.
"OK Joanna, I'm quite sure you'll never swear at customers again"
"Yes sir" she said meekly then rose from the sofa, put her arms around me and kissed me fully on the lips. Whislt still kissing, she took hold of my hand, moved away slightly and whispered, "Look what you've done to me" I was stunned as I expected her to make me feel her bum but no, she put my hand to her pussy which was absolutely dripping. I couldn't help myself and eased her onto the setee, climbed on top of her and we made love like I've never made love before. For several minutes we laid in each others arms saying nothing then calm as ever she whispered softly in my ear, "Take me to bed and stay the night please" I looked into her sparkling deep blue eyes, kissed her, stood up, helped her up and hand in hand we went to bed.

The next morning, both our bums still showing the effects, she cooked me a full English breakfast and as we ate she told me it was an ex boyfirend got her into it and that she'd dreamed of being caned. I told her it was something I'd always fantasised about but I didn't tell her I had a cane at home and I'd practised many a time on a cushion. Breakfast over, she kissed me again and told me she had to go and see her mother. Shee gave me a towel and let me shower. I really didn't know what to say. Joana, brilliant as ever, hugged me tight, kissed me deeply on the lips then leant and whispered in my ear " Like you said last night, what happens outside work stays outside work. See you Monday. And roll on next friday." She smiled hugely and winked at me. I leant forward, kissed her cheek and said "See you Monday. Have a great weekend - i already have"
We smiled at each other and I turned to descend the stairs and out into the warm autumn sunlight. As I got to the gate I looked up and saw her leaning out of the window. "Remember what I dreamed" she called
"I will" I shouted up, getting strange looks from an old man walking his Jack Russell. " Morning " I said jovially to him as he passed and went on my merry way whislting contentedly to myself.

[Often123]

An unexpected turn as she shows him how it's done. There may well be other surprises from Joanna both in and out of bed.