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My name is Carla. I was raised by parents who were strong believers in corporal punishment. It's fair to say that I was spanked on a fairly regular basis and usually by my mother. Many a time I was over her lap while she applied the business end of a wooden spoon to my rear end. Of course, they were delivered to my bare bottom and she was very thorough. There was no such thing as a few swats and then being sent to my room.

That hard object would have connected many, many times by the time she considered the spanking over. However, as bad as they were, the ones I really feared were from Dad. I hated it when she would say the dreaded words, "We'll see what your father has to say about this when he gets home."

She may have thought it was a cute euphemism for saying that I was in for another spanking later that evening, but I never saw the humor in it, and as I said, it was going to be a second spanking for the same offense. I was usually over her lap when she let me know the spanking she was about to give me was not going to clear the slate. Rather, it was just the beginning of my penance, and she never felt it necessary to go easy on me just because I was due for an extra long and very painful session with Dad that evening.

If anything, I think she would spank me harder so I would be exceptionally well prepared for the first kiss of the brush on my backside. That was his choice as the most effective implement. He would use my own well loved and very expensive hairbrush.

I got it as a present when I was very young and at first I was thrilled. It felt so grown up to brush my hair with it. However, it wasn't long before I found out it had other functions, and no matter how mature I thought I was, it could reduce me to a little girl getting a well earned spanking when it was wielded by Dad.

I still have it, and it feels so luxurious as it runs through my hair, but to this day I can't pick it up without remembering how many times it was in other hands and being used very effectively for its other purpose. I also have to chuckle when I think of yet a third method of utilizing my old friend, but I'll get to that later.

It wasn't only at home that my bottom and I would be on the receiving end of an attitude adjustment conference. I quite often stayed at my Aunt Joan's house when my parents went out of town. She wasn't really related, but was an old friend of the family and I always enjoyed myself when we visited her.

Prologue
It had been a glittering occasion: the ballroom magnificent; the band had played wonderful music; and the diners, dressed in the finest evening wear, had behaved graciously. The dinner had been to its usual high standard; the dancing had been enjoyable and as a result there were sparkling eyes and flushed faces everywhere. Having played for the last dance the band had remained to provide some musical accompaniment to the closing treat of the evening.

A few chairs that had been occupied as courses were served were now empty, and although the last drinks had been served to the diners, the waitresses and waiters had not left but stood in neat lines at the back.

Then the lights dimmed on all, including the band, but one stage is now lit up and onto it comes a man. He is rather typical of the type who at functions makes a windy speech and introduces the main speaker; he has clearly enjoyed many a banquet and his face is rather flushed, but surprisingly he is brief and to the point.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for Accountability."

The applause is enthusiastic. The waiters look excited but the waitresses rather less so, grinning nervously at each other and perhaps trying to stop a giggle or two.

Two waiters come in from one side pushing a strange device on wheels. It is upright like a portable display board with a roulette-type wheel on it that clearly is intended to be spun, stopping at one of a number of places. From the other direction comes another contraption carried by two waiters. It is a spanking bench. The low platform at the front is to kneel on, there is an angled riser and the top platform slopes downwards allowing the person kneeling to bend over, their upper body angling down to become lower than their bottom.

The excitement is clearly building as onto the stage, with musical accompaniment by the band, come six naked women; their ages range from early twenties to mid-forties. They are of course the usual range of body types with the forty-something woman voluptuous while the one in her early twenties is slim with small breasts. The younger one looks very nervous and embarrassed but the older one looks quite comfortable, acknowledging the applause at their entry with a smile and wave.

"As you will know Ladies and Gentlemen, all these ladies have received penalties for some breach of our rules. They have already been chastised twice of course but third time pays all and this is to ensure that you all see and know justice has been done."

A ripple of amusement greets those last words of his but he continues unabashed, his face gleaming with the good food, alcohol and the heat of the lights on him.

"We have, in order of the number of penalties, Michelle Riley with one penalty which is her very first since becoming a member."

Company Rules
Laura Harper joined the staff of Gilbert and Mayes from university five years ago. She had graduated with a First Class Honours Degree in Psychology from Cardiff and then decided to use these skills in the world of advertising.

Gilbert and Mayes were one of the foremost London agencies founded in 1952 and had quickly developed a respected reputation in advertising and were rewarded with a number of high profile multi-national accounts. Their success continued to blossom to the present day and they now employ more than 300 staff in a prime office accommodation off Regent Street in London.

Laura Harper was a bright and attractive girl with a bubbly personality. She had excelled in academia and was also a competent sportswoman, representing her university in hockey. She had impressed the Board of Gilbert and Mayes and was offered a graduate training position with them in September 2003.

Since then she had secured a number of promotions and was now a Senior Account Manager reporting to her Account Director, Chris Hughes.

She married her long term boyfriend, Terry, some 15 months ago and they were blissfully happy together. They managed to buy, with parental help, a mortgage on a small two bed-roomed flat in Balham, South London. Laura commuted to her office and Terry, an IT consultant, was starting his own business working from home.

Laura was highly regarded by her work colleagues and the success of the agency enabled her to enjoy a high level of remuneration - a basic salary of £35,000, but in good times the opportunity to share company bonuses.

Gilbert and Mayes was founded by Albert Gilbert and Stephen Mayes, long since retired, but the Company remained in the private control of their descendants. Through careful selection and nurturing, the Company employees were loyal, hardworking and totally committed. Few left the Company - a rare phenomenon in the world of advertising.

The Company had traditional values and rules which were designed to maintain the highest standards. Employee gender was almost equally split and there was an emphasis on total equality between the sexes. Employees were required to adhere to the Company dress code - males wore smart suits, shirt and ties and the females, skirts, blouses and jackets - trousers were not permitted.

A Disciplinary code was in place and employees were required to sign up to this when they were engaged. Acts of general misconduct were recognised with demerit marks. Gross misconduct fell outside this system and was dealt with separately by the Board. Ten demerit marks in any six month period resulted in the imposition of a disciplinary award. This caused the employee to receive a formal written warning together with a financial penalty which was not inconsiderable - a fine of £250 for each demerit mark. This could however be mitigated by the employee's submission to an alternative punishment, that of a caning. This was not however available if there was a repetition in the following 18 month period.

The Explanation
I do a lot of travel in my business and I have grown to dislike the nicest restaurants in the world, so I am always pleased when my itinerary takes me to a city where I know someone. On one trip I looked up Bill, an old friend, and invited him to join me for dinner. He reversed the proposition and induced me to have dinner at his house. I was reluctant to go since I remembered his wife as the most unpleasant woman I ever met. Debbie's biting tongue and cruel sarcasm would have made Shakespeare's Kate seem less like a shrew and more like a gentle kitten.

I had hoped to go to a restaurant in the hope she would curb her caustic nature in the presence of strangers, but he wouldn't hear of anything but a home cooked meal for a lonely sojourner. Well, anything was better than another meal alone with sneering waiters so I accepted. Besides, I hadn't seen them in many years and maybe she mellowed.

I was welcomed enthusiastically by both of them and was pleasantly surprised to find her a totally different woman. She was warm and gracious and a darn good cook. The food, conversation and all around camaraderie made for a very pleasant meal.

Although I offered to help clean up, she chased both of us out of the kitchen and into the family room where in a few minutes she served fresh brewed coffee. Bill and I talked of old times and nearly forgotten friends till she joined us. They were a funny looking couple. She stands about 5' 2" in high heels and he's well over six feet. She sat on the sofa next to him and snuggled into his arms. Their affection for each other warmed my heart.

I was somewhat taken aback when she asked, "Well Mike, what do you think of the new me?"

How does one say, 'You were a complete bitch and now you're human'?

I didn't have to; she said it for me and added, "It's all your fault, you know."

I didn't have a clue what she was talking about, so Bill explained. "Remember your going away party?"

I admitted that it was just a blur in my memory. He laughed and said, "That doesn't surprise me. You were pretty drunk by the time I drove you home. You probably don't remember what you said either."

I shrugged and he continued. "She was her usual self that night and left the party early in a huff. I stayed till the end and volunteered to see you safely tucked in. It took two of us to load you into my car, but you woke up along the way and told me I was pretty stupid for putting up with, and I quote, 'The bitch from hell'."

I immediately started to apologize but he stopped me.

Thoroughly and Soundly Spanked
It was going to be a good spanking, but he knew that there would be much of it that he would not enjoy. Sandra would not enjoy it either, once the process was well under way. Are spankings good for you? That had been a question posed for discussion. He intended that this one would be good for Sandra, in the sense that bitter medicine can be good for the ailing patient.

Would it be good for him? He had to admit that some aspects would be. He would enjoy the closeness of the spanking, her warmth and softness pressed against him, his arm holding her in place. It would be impossible, he was sure, not to enjoy the visual effect of her voluptuously generous bottom that had always sent tingles through him, stirring places that refused to remain quiescent at such a view. He was a man, she a woman. Her body was pure femininity, and her bottom always a delightfully firm softness under his hand.

He knew that in the past she could lie across his lap for hours at a time, being petted, stroked and spanked. She had enjoyed his touch, and there was pleasure in a little pain, an exciting sting and glow had been the spice of their relationship in the past. It would no doubt return, although for the past few years they had been apart and she belonged to someone else. He had always gained pleasure from her pleasure and her spankings with him had been times of combined excitement, intimacy and comfortable indolence. Spankings had been their shared delight and pleasure, as they revelled in the delicious sensations of bare hands applied to bare bottoms, and although it was not a frequent thing, on occasion they had changed roles so each could experience everything about a sensual spanking.

Having a relationship along those lines, life had been good in the years they had been exclusive partners, despite the vastness of geography that separated them in their lives. Spanking was what had brought them together, and they were almost kindred souls. Discipline was seldom mentioned between them, and they were essentially agreed that spankings were about pleasure and not punishment, at least for them. Let others choose to play as they would.

Despite all that and a propensity toward leadership and equality herself, Sandra still had a streak of submissiveness that surfaced from time to time, just as there were occasions when the dominant side of her partner emerged from time to time. On one occasion she had said, "If I ever need a good spanking as a reminder, I hope you'll give it to me."

"If that's what you want, of course, But you'll have to ask me, make your need clear."

"I will," she had said. "Count on it." She had then talked a bit about a domestic discipline website to which she belonged.