Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Tuesday, January 20, 2015 -

The Spanking Proposal

by Katie Bradford
Published: Nov 14, 2014
Words: 24,039
Category: general
Orientation: M/F
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The Spanking Proposal

Ms. Caroline Bryce was running late as usual. The suit she had laid out the night before ended up being tossed aside when she saw a small stain on the collar. Of all days to discover she needed to look for a new cleaner! She had a very important meeting in less then an hour and she was already behind.

Not wanting to, but finding she had no choice, Caroline put on her other business suit. It was okay but a little frillier. She wanted to make a big impression on the men she was seeing that morning. She didn't want them thinking of her as a pushover just because she was a woman. Somehow, wearing pink wasn't going to pull off quite the same effect as her black suit would have.

After making herself as presentable as possible, Caroline flew out of her apartment, nearly knocking old Mrs. Flannigan over who was picking up the newspaper outside her door.

"Oh my goodness dear." Mrs. Flannigan stood up as quickly as her small crippled body would allow her. "You're in such a hurry this morning."

"Sorry Mrs. Flannigan, I'm late for a meeting. I have twenty minutes left to get there." Caroline stopped to explain hurriedly. The last thing she wanted to do was start a conversation with the woman because once she got going, she just wouldn’t shut up!

"My arthritis is acting up this morning," Mrs. Flannigan complained as she held her hand to her back. "Be glad you're so young dear. When you get old-"

Caroline interrupted her neighbor mid-sentence as she sprinted down the hall, which was no small feat in her high heels. "I'm sorry Mrs. Flannigan, I don't mean to sound rude but I have to run. My boss will be really pissed if I'm late."

Mrs. Flannigan waved goodbye as she leaned down once more to pick up her paper. "Okay dear. Hope you have a nice little meeting."

Nice little meeting. Caroline smirked. Not likely. She and Lance had been busting their ass for the last month to get this account. Everything they had presented to Mr. Mann so far had been shot down for one reason or another. She was praying everything would go smoothly this morning. Looking at her watch for the thirtieth time in the last ten minutes, Caroline punched the elevator button and waited impatiently for the door to open.


Caroline sat in her office totally deflated. She had missed the meeting by fifteen minutes. Mr. Mann had stormed out, mumbling he had more important things to do than to wait all day on someone who obviously didn't care one way or the other about handling his account. Lance was totally infuriated with her and hadn't spoken a word to her since berating her relentlessly in his office upon her arrival.