3 comments/ 33208 views/ 1 favorites The Management Training Program By: Layotorgi "Good morning Maggie. What's happening? Did you get those files I sent from New York yesterday? I want to make sure the responses to the RFP get out and that my trip report is delivered to Mr. Taylor as soon as possible." "Welcome back Eric. I trust things went well with your meetings." "Fuckin kick ass. Unbelievable. Everything worked perfectly. We negotiated all evening and by the end they signed the contract. It was beautiful. They're good people and I'm sure we're going to like working with them. Of course, I'm trusting you to perform your usual relationship magic." "Never a problem. It's part of the job I really like. By the way, I've completed your trip report and Mr. Taylor wants to see you first thing this morning. He said 'as soon as you get in' and he came down to deliver the message personally." "He's probably just curious about this deal. I'll get down as soon as I check my e-mail backlog. By the way, did you make those adjustments to the web? And did you get a chance to incorporate that file restructure in the system yet? I want to move forward with the implementation plan immediately." "Ran into a snag with the web. I'm not getting much response from development. I think they're mad at you. Did you do anything to piss them off again?" "Really? I did have a bit of a row with them before I left. They completely missed the mark on the design translation. But I thought we were all straight before I left. Damn! We can't have this shit. This is their job. This is important to us. See if you can find out what the problem is. You're better at managing people than I am. You know I don't have much patience when dealing with incompetents. Fucking idiots." I checked my e-mail and responded to a few urgent requests from the Zurich office. On the whole, things were going very well. I was looking forward to going up to Taylor's office with good, better and great news. "Good morning Eric. Welcome back. Got you preliminary report. Congratulations." "Thank you sir. It was poetry in action. They went for the entire proposal. I just hope we can deliver on what I've promised. I'm getting worried about the gap between the concepts and our implementation. I know this area is new to these guys, but we're hot as a pistol. Somebody needs to ride those guys. We don't want to mess this one up." "That's what I want to talk to you about. Don't worry about the project implementation. I'll make sure it's under control. We need to discuss another matter. Sit down." "Andrea came up to my office complaining about how you treat her people. This is the second time in the past three months that this has come up. I know we've had these conversations before, but this is getting serious Eric. Look, you know I think the world of your talent. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I see you as a star and believe you have a bright future. But you have a serious people problem and we need to address it." "But Mr. Taylor, let me explain. The way they approached the implementation was completely off the mark. If only they would listen to the objective before they tried to." "Eric, hold the justification. I'm sure you're right. It's not about being right. It's about being able to motivate others to excel. You wind up minimizing them. You're too controlling. You don't trust others and it shows in the way you interact with them. The truth is they don't want to work with you and it is affecting our ability to compete. I need to stop it and I need to do it now." "I've arranged to send you to an exclusive management training program. I want you to cancel your appointments for the rest of the week and put your projects on hold. Here's the address. You need to deliver this file unopened. I want you to take Friday off and think about these relationship issues. I will see you on Monday." "What is this? Can you give me some clue about the program? Usually you get materials in advance for training activities. What's it called?" "All I can tell you is that it is an intensive one-day program. It has an impeccable reputation for effectiveness. The only other thing that's important is for you to know that I view completion of this program as an essential pre-requisite for you to move on to the next level within this organization." I had never seen Mr. Taylor so adamant. He didn't even acknowledge that I just closed this project that we had been working on for the past six months. That's very strange. He's usually such a bottom-line kind of guy. Plus, it's Andrea's team that the problem. I might have been a bit too brutal, but the goal is to deliver. We need to perform. That's the real issue here. "Maggie, Mr. Taylor is sending me to a management program. I need to leave immediately. Will you clear my calendar for the rest of the week? I'll be back on Monday." "Of course, Eric. What's the deal?" "I'm not quite sure. I think it has to do with the fight I had with Andrea. I'll fill you in when I return." I drove across town to an upscale residential area. The address was a beautiful brownstone but there was no sign on the door. It looked like someone's home. Strange. I rang the bell and was buzzed into a very well decorated waiting room. There was no one there as I looked around the waiting room. Mahogany paneling. Comfortable leather chairs. Very professional. There was nothing to do but sit and wait. After a while, I heard the door to the inside rooms open and in walked one of the most drop-dead gorgeous women I have seen in a long while. Long blond hair. Killer body. And impeccably dressed. I couldn't help but to immediately fantasize about having her. This might not be so bad. "Good morning Eric. My name is Terri. Could I have your file?" I gazed directly into her big blue eyes as I gave her the thick envelope. "Pleasure to meet you Terri. I'm curious about the program. Can you give me a clue about what you do here?" "All in good time. Please, make yourself comfortable. I need to read your file before we start." She turned to leave. I couldn't help but notice her beautiful rounded ass and long flowing hair as she left the room. Man is she sexy. What a babe. I thought to myself. I'd definitely like to fuck her. I hope she's the trainer. I could stare at her all day. Not bad Eric. Not bad at all. I sat back in the chair and pulled out my notes from the New York trip. Might as well get some work done as I waited. Thirty minutes later, I began to grow a bit impatient. I was uncomfortable with the waiting and with the unknown. After another 15 minutes, Terri finally returned. "Follow me." She said as she led the way into the inner chamber. With pleasure, I thought to myself, admiring her delightful feminine form. Terri sat behind a big executive desk and invited me to sit down. She slowly and deliberately opened "my file" and looked me square in the eye with such business-like intensity that I was caught off guard. "Eric, I run a very exclusive management program. We've trained many of the top corporate executives in this country. My tactics are a guarded secret. Before we continue, you must sign this non-disclosure agreement." She pushed a standard, and very legally binding, one-page document across the desk that of course I signed. She filed the contract away and made a point of looking at my paperwork. "Your boss thinks very highly of you Eric. It says you are one of the most productive and effective people within the organization. The good news is that upper management has noticed your talent. However, they are extremely concerned about your treatment of others. This is a thick file for one so young. It makes you look like a real prick." I was shocked. How dare she talk that way to me? I couldn't think of how to react to such a blunt comment. My whole demeanor changed. My bravado was all but eliminated. The only thing I could do was stare back at her silently. "The goal of this program is to help you learn to trust others Eric. You must learn to follow the rules of the corporation if you want to be an effective executive. We've found that before you are truly open to learning how the game is really played, you need to make amends for your past actions. One of the key lessons of our program -- and of course one of the hardest -- to learn is how to motivate people. That ultimately means learning how deal with situations where you are not in control. Control is an interesting area, isn't it Eric? I know your type. You're always in control of your actions and projects. That is a good thing in itself. The problem is when your control becomes controlling and gets projected onto others. Then it becomes dangerous. And it looks like you've been dwelling in the danger zone for some time. One of the hardest, and most fundamental, concepts to truly grasp is that this is not about being right. Once again, being right is a good thing in itself. However, if you are right and you can't get others to follow your lead -- you can't be a leader. All you get is the booby prize for being right. You might wind up as a good performer, but you'll never advance to the next stage. And this program is about helping you get to the next stage. "Actually Terri, this all sounds pretty good to me. I think there's a lot of truth in what you say. And I'm very interested in getting to the next level. But there are a lot of idiots out there. What I don't understand is if I'm right, why don't others recognize that and automatically follow". "That's the art of management Eric. And that's why you are here. The underlying truth is that it's not about being right. It's about motivating others and it's about your attitude toward the people that work for and with you. You need to learn how to give up your worship of being right. That's a very difficult thing for people like you Eric. Our program is successful because we've learned to boil these issues down to their bare essentials. It's an unconventional program, but very effective. We've learned that before you can learn a new way of operating, you need to make amends for how you have been operating. We've also learned that before you can really make amends, you need to be punished for what you've done. And that's what we're going to do here today." This conversation was taking a weird turn. All this talk about making amends and punishment was making me most uncomfortable. What is she getting at? What does she mean about that's what we're here for? Terri closed my file and looked me square in the eye. "Eric, this management training program relies on corporeal punishment. You are here to be spanked." I was completely shocked. Floored would have been a better word. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I stared back with wide unbelieving eyes. She couldn't be serious. I must have misunderstood. "You can't be serious" was all I could muster in response. "Perfectly serious Eric. We've found that physical punishment cuts through all the bullshit and is the most effective way of teaching these lessons. I know this sounds odd to you. And you don't have to continue with the program if you don't want to. However, your management knows all about our methods and they have sent you here. At the end of the program I will write a report on whether or not you have successfully completed the program. And believe me, they consider my report to be very important. "Please don't think you can undermine this process Eric. You can't! I will give you some time to think about the options and to decide whether you wish to continue or not." With that, Terri got up and walked out of the room, leaving me with a hundred conflicting and confusing thoughts racing through my mind. Spanked! What type of bullshit is this? I'm not going to stay here and be spanked. Taylor must have made a mistake. Jeez, he was really adamant about me completing this program however. He did say that completion was a prerequisite to advancement. I can't believe this shit. Unfucking believable! What the hell to do? Andrea is the one that needs to be spanked. It's her fucking fault. You know I'm not sure that I have much choice. Anyway, how bad can it be? If I have to be spanked, at least Terri is a sexy babe. After five minutes of my back and forth banter, Terri returned. "Well Eric, what's your decision?" "Terri, you and I both know that I don't have any choice. I think this is exceedingly weird, but I agree." "Good. The program begins immediately. Please follow me into the back chambers." Chambers. That's an interesting choice of words. I followed Terri, admiring her delectable body in the process and thinking that this might not be so bad. Maybe I could win her over. Being spanked by Terri might be a real turn-on. In fact, the thought was getting me excited. The "chambers" were a rather large room filled with equipment and mirrors on the wall. There was some form of cage with pads. A padded bench and some high backed chairs. There was a table and a padded sawhorse. All sorts of strange furniture. There was a large cabinet in the corner as well as a clothes rack, towels and a water cooler. If I didn't know better, I would say it looked like a gym without the weights. "I need to get ready. Take off all your clothes. You can use the rack in the corner." And she left. Take off my clothes? I have to get naked? The thought made me nervous and uncomfortable. Uncertainty raced through my mind. As I started to undress, I began to feel very turned on. Slowly and methodically I disrobed, hanging up my suit and shirt. I watched myself in the mirror. I removed my underwear and was standing there naked. It all seemed so surreal. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my cock was beginning to swell. Not fully erect, but clearly noticeable. Of course, being a man, I began to admire myself in the mirror. Not bad. Not my former athletic self, but still in good shape. No paunch yet. My arms looked good in the florescent lights. I've always had good arms and was proud of the definition that was still visible. In my self-admiration, I couldn't help but notice my nakedness and my bare butt. Here I am with no clothes on about to be spanked by a beautiful woman. My cock responded to the thought. I couldn't help but to be fascinated at the surroundings as my thoughts turned to what the day would hold. I was exceedingly nervous and began to pace around the room without purpose trying to find some way to free myself of the anxiety. I was lost in my own thoughts and was startled to hear the door open. I swung around just as Terri emerged through the door. She was dressed in what could only be described as workout clothes -- shorts, a tee shirt, athletic shoes and socks. He long blond hair was tied up into a ponytail. The same type of outfit that I'd seen and admired on countless young women in my gym days. I have to admit Terri looked very sexy. Muscular and lean. Definitely a hard body. I felt an involuntary and automatic stirring in my loins as I gazed in appreciation at her delightful figure. Terri's assessment could only be described as professional, almost indifferent. No embarrassment at all. She was obviously very comfortable with naked men in this situation. The same wasn't true for me. I felt embarrassed and exposed. I could do nothing more than stand there and stare like a bump on a log. Terri ignored me standing there and purposefully walked through the room beginning her preparations. She went to the closet and pulled out two towels that she placed on the table next to the cage. She then walked over to the cabinet on the wall and opened both doors. I stared with utter fascination. Inside were paddles of every shape and size. Straps and whips -- all made of leather and wood. Hanging on the side were leather canes, thick and menacing. I was transfixed. So completely amazed that I forgot I was naked and that those instruments were intended to be used on me. All of a sudden the reality hit me. I wanted out of the situation, and didn't know what to do. So I just stood there like a complete idiot. Terri turned and walked toward me -- her gaze fixed. I was captured and captivated by those drop-dead gorgeous blue eyes of hers. As she approached I caught the wonderful and mysterious scent of a woman. It was not perfume of any sort, just the clean smell of a beautiful woman. I always found something exceptionally sexy about a beautiful woman in control of a situation and Terri was very sexy. Her commanding voice startled me out of my momentary intoxication. "Eric, the rules of my training program are really quite simple. You're not to talk unless spoken to. When I ask you a question, you must reply immediately -- and you must do so with courtesy and deference. You are to do as I instruct without failure or hesitation. You are not to refuse any command and you must obey all instructions at once. Your ability to follow these simple rules is a significant part of the report I will write. Do you understand?" All I could do was to nod my head in assent. "I didn't hear you Eric. I said, do you understand." "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry. I understand." With a steely gaze Terri told me to follow her to the metal cage in the corner. It was an odd sort of contraption. There was a pad for my chest and handgrips. "Bend over the rack" she commanded, "and take hold of the hand rails." And there I was. The feelings of exposure and anticipation were so surreal. I felt so vulnerable. It was as if someone else was bent over the cage. My butt was the obvious center of focus and my cock was rock hard. I felt Terri's hand on my exposed bottom. That first sensation of human touch. Soft hands, firm touch. Terri rubbed my butt, clearly sizing me up. I sensed she knew what she was doing. Certainly this was not the first time she had done this. It was ironic in that I always found my butt to be an erogenous zone. The feel of a woman's hand on my bottom was a big turn on for me. Her strokes were making me hot and sent surges of sexual energy flowing through my being. Maybe this won't be so bad. And then it came. Unexpectedly. A firm, but not hard spank. I heard it as much as felt it. It wasn't painful. In fact, it was all rather exciting. I knew, deep in my mind that Terri was just feeling me out. Getting her bearings. Finding her zone. SLAP! Another spank. Harder than the first but still exciting. SPANK -- on the right cheek. SPANK -- on the left. These were full hard spanks, one after the other. My focus shifted away from Terri's sexiness and on to the spanks. Hard but not hurting. I couldn't believe I was standing here, naked, bent over a cage -- being spanked by this beautiful woman. It seemed so strange. SPANK and pause. Then SPANK on the other side. SPANK. Pause. SPANK. Pause. I began to sense the rhythm and became aware of my butt. It didn't really hurt. Instead it was sexually exciting. I felt stimulated, alive, and really turned on. I began to breathe a little harder, like the first few minutes on a treadmill. SPANK on the right, SPANK on the left. My hips started to sway slightly. The sound of the spanks seemed incredibly loud. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. And then it stopped. I was breathing harder and the spanking began to hurt a little. My cock is still rigid. With the spanking I had forgotten about my erection. With the pause, it became the center of my attention. I am so turned on. I feel like taking Terri in my arms and fucking her right on the floor. I can hardly believe I'm not doing it. However, I remember her words and stand there unmoving. I can sense Terri's presence as she moves around behind me. I hear a door close gently. And then that wonderful soft touch of a female hand. My bottom is alive with sensation at her touch. I turned my head slightly and caught sight of Terri in the side mirror. A truly beautiful woman. Sexy and captivating. She has a focused look on her face as she strokes my bottom. In her hand is a leather paddle. A no-nonsense implement which for a moment takes my breadth away. Something tells me that warm up time is over. The Management Training Program And then that voice. Strong, sexy, even commanding. "I've read your file Eric. It says you are haughty and dismissive to some of the employees. We can't have that Eric. Your job is to empower the employees. To be a leader and a motivator of the team. Unfortunately, I've learned that before we can teach you those lessons, you'll need to be punished for you past actions." Suddenly, I feel Terri's presence behind me. Feelings of uncertainty and anxiety follow her words. Then the spanking began. SMACK! The paddle landed on my butt with a solid blow, followed immediately with another on the other side. I winced involuntarily with each blow -- and they hurt. Terri was serious with this spanking. SPANK! SPANK! I gripped the handles harder, preparing myself for the punishment she had promised. "You file says people are afraid of your volatility." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! The pain mounted. One on top of the other. Terri was not letting me recover between the spanks. "Fear does not help build teamwork." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Not everyone is a star in the organization, but you have no right to hurt their feelings. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! The pain of this spanking was building. I was breathing very hard and wincing with each blow. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "How many was that?" Terri's voice startled me from my concentration in bearing up to the spanks. "I asked you a question Eric." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I stammered, uttering a few uhs and ums. "What's the matter, I thought you learned to count in kindergarten." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "I don't know. I wasn't counting. I didn't know you wanted me to keep track." "Well I guess we'll just have to start all over again then won't we." Terri said as she grabbed a towel to wipe her face. "It's just a simple thing. Counting. Any four year old can do it." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had done everything she asked. She wasn't clear with her instructions. The unfairness of it made me feel small and angry. Then -- the lesson dawned on me. Terri returned to her position. SPANK (1). SPANK (2). SPANK (3). SPANK (4). SPANK (5). SPANK (6). SPANK (7). I counted each blow, bearing up to the mounting pain in my tortured bottom. SPANK (8). SPANK (9). SPANK (10). SPANK (11). I felt tears wheal up in my eyes. I was grunting out loud with each spank. My bottom was on fire. SPANK (12). SPANK (13). SPANK (14). I felt like I couldn't take any more. The sting was constant. SPANK (15). SPANK (16). SPANK (17). SPANK (18). It kept building. My grip on the bar was deathlike as if I could relieve myself of the pain through my grip. SPANK (19). SPANK (20). SPANK (21). I was swaying with each blow, anticipating the sharp sting and unconsciously trying to escape the next one. But there was no place to go. SPANK (22). SPANK (23). SPANK (24). SPANK (25). "No please. No more." I muttered to myself. Tears were flowing freely from the spanking. I had no control over them. I collapsed my head on the bar, and then it was over. I felt, rather than heard or saw Terri leave the room. She left without saying anything. And there I was with a stinging bottom, bent over a cage, with tears streaming down my face -- and no instructions as to what to do next. Do I remain in this position? Can I move around? I was desperately thirsty and wanted a drink more than anything. But I remembered that damn counting issue. It cost me 25 whacks with the paddle. What if I did something else wrong? Would there be 25 more? I don't think I could take any more. How could she just leave me like this? Here I was dependent on her instructions. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Dependent without guidance. Just like the support staff at the firm. I reflected on the notion and the parallels for a long moment. Just as quickly, I switched thoughts and feelings as I realized that here I was naked, gripping a cage after receiving a sound spanking. I felt a little like a child and wondered if that was the whole point. Damn it was just too confusing. After a long wait -- it must have been five minutes or so. I decided to risk it and get up from my vulnerable position. My hands went involuntarily to my very sore butt and tried to rub away the sting. Surprisingly, it seemed to work as the intensity of the sting ebbed away like the proverbial wave on a beach. It reminded me of when you grab something hot and feel that intense burn and then let it ebb away. I saw my reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but turn around to view the damage Terri had done to my bottom. It was very red. Both cheeks had identical circles of crimson. I found the sight strangely fascinating as I continued to massage away the pain of the spanking. I located some water to relieve my parched throat and began to feel somewhat better. Standing there however, I felt a strong sense of uncertainty. What was I to do next? Just stand here like a bump. I always have something going on. I never just stand around. It was as very uncomfortable feeling. I waited for over 30 minutes. Still nothing from Terri. It was most disconcerting. Then the door opened. Terri reappeared, still like a vision in my eyes. My manhood responded immediately. I don't usually react this way. I guess it was my nakedness, her sexiness, her control, the spanking -- but my cock was growing in response to her just walking into the room. I didn't know whether to try and hide it, display it or what. Terri solved my dilemma by being totally indifferent. Neither noticing my erection, nor avoiding it. She looked me in the eye and said "I hope you enjoyed your break Eric, let's get back to work." I actually felt her words on my bottom. I became very aware of the lingering sting of the recent spanking. Terri walked over to the straight-backed chair on the side of the room and sat down. She looked up at me with those big steely blue eyes. "You are in a powerful position within the firm Eric. You have a significant influence over a lot of people. You can make them feel important or you can make them feel small. You can empower or you can deflate. Have you ever thought about that reality Eric? The way you make people feel. The power you have over the lives of others. It is a very important responsibility Eric. One of the most important in fact." "I know your type Eric. You are a controlling person. Always in control of your projects, your meetings, your staff and even your processes. You judge others based on your own perspective of how things should be done. It's hard to empower others when you're always telling them what to do and how to do it. You need to learn to trust and to give up control so that other may learn to figure out problems for themselves." I recognized the truth contained within her lecture. I was always in control of circumstances. In fact, I take a lot of pride in that fact. Although I didn't feel in control now. Standing naked before this goddess. A prisoner to whatever whim she might have. Being lectured in this way -- in this position made me feel small and childish. "Come here Eric." She pointed to her side. I stood there next to her catching that delicious scent of a woman. "I want you to lay over my knees Eric. Like a bad boy who needs a lesson." It was one thing to position myself over the cage. Somewhat manly in fact. But over the knee, that's what happens to little kids, not to me. However, there was nothing I could do but obey. I positioned myself across her lap. My body touching the silky smoothness of her legs. With surprising strength Terri positioned me over her lap with my bottom as the fulcrum. I felt very exposed. I was aware of my position and aware of my bottom. I felt very vulnerable. Terri's left arm held me in position as she stroked my butt with her right hand. Her touch was exciting and pleasant. A situation that I realized would soon change. Without a word the spanking began. SPANK! Her hand came down. SPANK on the other side. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. Slow and rhythmic in tempo. Hard but not hurting, even though my bottom was still very sore from the previous treatment. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. Terri increased her pace. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. It was nothing compared to the paddle treatment an hour ago. Hard enough to keep my attention, but not really a punishing spanking. Terri's spanks were slow. The sting of her hand had time to ebb before the next one landed. My focus was not on the pain of the spanking, but on the position. Over her knee -- being spanked like a child. It was more a feeling of degradation and correction, than punishment and pain. Being controlled. It was definitely about control. She had it all, and I knew it. Terri kept up the pace of the spanking. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. And it began to take its toll. My bottom started to sting. Terri was a strong woman. I found myself moving my bottom involuntarily after each blow. SPANK (squirm). SPANK (move). SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. They started coming faster now, leaving me little time for recuperation. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. My breathing increased again. Each spank leaving a compounded and lingering sting on my butt. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. And then she stopped. For a moment I just lay there over her knee. The after sting of the combined spankings still lingering. I felt like a schoolboy being corrected by the teacher. "Eric this spanking is hurting my hand." She lectured as I lay across her lap. "I want you to go to that cabinet over there and pick out a nice hairbrush for your spanking." I couldn't believe my ears. Here I was being spanked like a kid and now I had to pick out a brush -- which I knew would hurt immensely. Terri pointed to the cabinet in the corner as I picked myself up off her lap. I knew she was assessing my reddened rear as I walked across the room. I felt very humiliated. I opened the cabinet and there were seven or eight different hairbrushes hanging on hooks. Long handles, short handles, thick ones, long ones. Which to choose? And what would happen to me if I picked the wrong one. I finally selected a short, wide hairbrush of blond wood. The back was smooth and flat. I brought it back to Terri and presented it for her inspection. "And now you must ask me to spank you Eric. And you must ask me nicely." I looked at her in shock, but she was unmoving. She stared back with impatient expectation. I could hardly utter a sound, and when I did it sounded weak and far away as if belonging to someone else. I am normally a very confident person with a commanding tone developed over years of practice. At the moment, however, I didn't feel very confident. I muttered softly "will you spank me Terri." "What's that Eric? I couldn't hear you." Did I say it right? Was I respectful enough? I tried again. "Please Terri will you spank me?" She stared back at me expectedly. "I would be most grateful if you would teach me a lesson." I continued, surprised at my own voice and what I was saying. "Why should I spank you Eric?" I was floored by the question and confused on how to answer. But I knew that I had better respond. "I have abused my position at the firm and have made others feel bad about themselves. I have been haughty and arrogant. I have believed that the ends justified the means." It felt like confession. Once started, it began to flow. It felt good to confess my transgressions out loud. "I'm in a position where I should have known better. And it's not the first time I have treated people this way. I deserve your punishment for my behavior." "And you shall have it" Terri stated with precision. "This time I want you to lay over one knee Eric. With your hands and feet on the floor." I was quick to obey. I lay over her knee with both hands firmly on the ground. Terri's free leg was over mine -- in effect pinning me in position. It was a humbling position. My butt was on display and ready for the punishment I knew Terri was about to inflict. To add to the insult, Terri began to lecture on the importance of obedience and her expectations of me with this spanking. I felt humiliated and more than a little afraid. And then it began. The first spank landed with a loud crack, followed immediately with another on the opposite side. The sting was sharp and intense. Terri paused for a moment to let the reality sink in. SPANK. SPANK. I let out an exhausted breadth with each blow. Cringing to the sting. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. Six quick blows, that felt like a thousand bee stings, as each culminated on the other. SPANK. SPANK. Slower and more methodical as if Terri knew that I couldn't take the brutal punishment of continual blows. SPANK. SPANK. Terri moved the brush around on my bottom, covering every inch of my exposed flesh. SPANK. SPANK. Little time to recover on one spot before the brush found another. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. Tears began to wheal in my eyes with the punishment of Terri's spanking. SPANK. SPANK. Even pinned in position, I was moving my hips trying in vain to avoid the pain. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. No part of my exposed bottom was left untouched. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. Tears were flowing freely now. Streaming down my cheeks. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. I lifted my tortured bottom off her knee as an involuntary response to her treatment. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. The fight was going out from my body. I was surrendering to the inevitability of my spanking. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. I collapsed across her knee. SPANK. SPANK. I was crying like a baby. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. I could do nothing more except wince. How much more could she have planned. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. My bottom felt like it was literally on fire. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. The sting was constant. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. It was even hard to tell the pain of the spank from the lingering sting of the previous. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. I started to mutter out loud. "Please stop. Ow. Ow. No more please." SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. "I'm sorry, oh please." SPANK. SPANK. "Ow. Ow. Uh." SPANK. SPANK. My bottom felt huge like it was the only part of my body in existence. SPANK. SPANK. Terri moved me back into position over her knee. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. The momentary respite did nothing to relieve the sting of her treatment. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. My face contorted in response to every blow of that cursed hairbrush. The sting spread like a wildfire across every inch of my bottom. I lay panting and sobbing across her knee. A moment went by without another spank. And then another moment. Could it be over? I jumped as Terri placed her hand on my tortured bottom. Placed, not spanked. The silky feel of her hand was in blessed contrast to the sharp and continual sting of the brush. Terri rubbed my soreness, helping ever so slightly to reduce the lingering pain of the past few moments. The sensation was so exquisitely pleasurable, if only because it wasn't a spank. Terri continued to massage my butt, the initial sting seemingly drawn out through her hand. No amount of rubbing however would reduce the lingering sting of such a sound spanking. My bottom felt like it was glowing. I became aware of a sustainable throb -- a pointed reminder of the spanking. Terri told me to rise. I stood before her waiting for my next instruction. My pride was broken completely. I was a humble and obedient man. It seemed so natural to be under her control. Not at all like my true controlling nature. Terri grabbed my wrist and led me to a waiting table. She pushed me over so my chest was laying flat on the table. My butt was again positioned as the center of focus. Not another spanking. She couldn't be so cruel. I lay there in terror. I needed some time to recover. Oh please, I thought to myself. Please have mercy. I felt Terri's presence behind me. I braced myself for more punishment. Except this time, I felt a cool silky sensation. Glorious, blissful, soothing. Terri was rubbing some sort of cream onto my stinging bottom. The sensation was incredibly blissful. The cream was so soothing. A coolness swept over my bottom, extinguishing the fire that had so recently been my own personal torment. I collapsed on the table. As much a prisoner to the relief as I was to the paddling. I found myself moaning ever so slightly at her touch. "You were well behaved Eric." Her unexpected voice a startling moment. "I'm sorry I had to be so cruel." Her voice was soft yet still firm as she continued to rub my stinging bottom. "You're lucky you know." I didn't feel so lucky with the way she expertly paddled my ass. "In that my cruelty is only a temporary thing. Your pain will soon fade. There is not going to be any permanent damage. What happened to you was just a spanking. It's not the same with the others Eric. They live with your cruelty deep in their own sense of self-worth." I didn't know what was worse the sting of her brush or the new sting in the reality of her words. I never thought of myself as cruel, but I realized the truth in what she said. The feeling I had was one of humiliation. Not at the spanking, but at the way I treated the people who worked with and for me at the firm. "I'm going to leave you alone for a while Eric. I've prepared some refreshments -- some fruit, cheese, bread, drink. I'd like you to think about these things while I'm gone. We'll continue when I return." Terri left the room quickly and without another word. I picked myself up off the desk with the cool feel of the lotion easing the sting of my very sore bottom. A rolling waiter's table with a white tablecloth contained covered trays of food. Bottles of water were nestled in an ice chest. I found myself surprisingly thirsty and downed one of the bottles without a pause. I was surprised how famished I was as I lifted the tray tops. Apples, grapes, peeled oranges, cantaloupes under one. Assorted cheeses under the other. A loaf of French bread. I began to nibble at the offering and then to eat with gusto. As first the food was a total diversion. As my hunger was satiated my thoughts drifted to my situation and the strangeness of my recent experiences. I couldn't resist examining my bottom and was surprised at the deep crimson color reflected in the mirror. The sting of the spanking still blazing from my flesh combined with the stiffness in my thighs and butt muscles. There were two kinds of pain. The surface sting of the spanking, and the deeper ache of the paddle. I was surprised that my bottom was normal size because it felt huge. The normalness of my body reflected in the mirror caused me to pause and think. My boss sent me to this program. These lessons are obviously important to the firm. I didn't think I was that much of a prick to the employees. I could always justify, in my own mind, the validity of my actions and the incompetence of others. I had grown very skilled at that art. Perhaps insisting, or maybe just hoping, that others would recognize the stupidity of their approach and change was a fool's gamut. The truth was that I had alienated a lot of people. Folks trusted me to get the job done -- and get it done right -- but few wanted to work with me. I reflected on the truth of how difficult it is to be a leader, if none want to follow you. Being right is not the end game. Getting the job done is -- and the truth is we all need to work together if we want to get the job done. The unanswered question in my own mind was how do we get everyone to want to work together. Funny how that question -- when finally uttered clearly -- opened floodgates of ideas and images of situations where I could have acted differently to affect the outcome. I played the fantasy game for a long while -- caught up in the excitement of discovery. I seemingly lost track of time until Terri reappeared. I felt a slight sting in my butt at the sight of Terri. Long after the sharpness of the spanking had diminished. I unconsciously thought of Pavlov and secretly smiled at the reference. The Management Training Program "I was re-reading your file over lunch Eric. It seems you have a somewhat long history of -- how should I put it -- employee relations problems. In fact it paints a rather cruel picture of how you treat others, particularly those you don't think perform well. You probably know deep down inside you that you need to do a better job of motivating others. The problem is it doesn't happen. I've been trying to think of a way to get you to remember these lessons Eric -- and I think I have a solution. The key is for you to take personal accountability of not only the results of your activities, but also of your team. In essence, your team's failure is your failure. And by the references in your file, you've failed miserably over the years." "Think about that Eric, the performance of others, their attitude, their motivation and their commitment to the job is one of your primary functions. The team is only as strong as its weakest link -- and you are personally accountable for that weak link. The reality is these weak links are getting weaker. You have failed in this arena." Terri's words stung more than the paddle. ME -- a failure! That's not possible. I never fail because I can't stand failure. It's my one cursed motivation -- my driver, my source of inspiration. But the reality was getting to me. Success is not about me; it's about the firm. It's true; I can't live in my own personal world. I am responsible for all the others as well as myself. A notion I still find personally distasteful. I've always acted as if I could ignore -- or worse berate -- those other morons and still succeed. In fact, the problems caused by others have injured our firm. And I really was partly (maybe even mostly) to blame. I was devastated by the realization. "How do you feel about the failure Eric? How are we going to reinforce this essential lesson?" I didn't like the sound of her voice. I knew it meant the paddle and I knew it would be a terrible punishment. I just stood there starring blankly. " I asked you a question Eric and I expect an answer -- immediately! Don't make me have to warn you again. You will receive an additional punishment for your haughtiness." I was stunned. I started stammering and stuttering in that flustered way kids do when caught red handed in some juvenile act. "The truth is I feel ashamed and dejected." I finally muttered. "Everything you've said is true. I have failed and I was replaying the result of my failure in my mind. I never realized it before. I've wasted a lot of time and unfortunately more than a few staff with my own selfish actions. The truth is I feel embarrassed about myself." That's very good Eric. But not good enough. I know your type. You'll honestly feel bad for a moment or two, but you'll soon forget and return to your old ways. We need to reinforce this lesson. Somehow I knew what she meant about reinforce, as I became acutely aware of my still stinging bottom. I sighed involuntarily, silently acknowledging my acceptance of her next round of punishment. "I want you to go to that cabinet and bring back the two paddles hanging in the top corner." Terri maintained in an even, professional, almost bored manner. I hurried to comply and quickly scampered back with the identical paddles. They were black leather and had a bit of heft to them. No doubt they would become hated implements in a matter of moments. I extended them back to Terri and was surprised as her cobalt blue eyes met mine in a hard stare. "No Eric. They are not for me. You brought this problem on yourself. You are responsible and you shall be the one to dole out the punishment." It took me a moment to understand what she meant -- and I couldn't believe it. She wants me to spank myself. No. She couldn't mean that. It had to be some sore of joke. "You've got to be kidding." I blurted out. "You can't be serious." Terri slapped me hard across the face. Her eyes narrowed. You could see the anger in her demeanor. "Why you impudent little ... you've just earned yourself six strokes with the cane. I take my management training very seriously. I never kid." There is no better way to reinforce this lesson. And I expect you to do a sound and thorough job. You do not want to risk my wrath. If you do, I guarantee it will be much worse." I stood there dumbfounded. I knew she was serious, but I couldn't believe it. But there she was staring at me patiently but very intently. "You will bend over to ensure solid contact. I also want you to look me in the eye as you spank yourself. Do I make myself clear." The only thing I could do was nod my head in ascent and stare at the paddle I held in each hand. "Well get on with it." I bent forward, look at Terri with pleading eyes, raised the paddle with my left hand and brought it down squarely on my already sore bottom with a solid SMACK. And it stung like hell. I winced in response. I raised the paddle with my right hand and hesitated before I brought it down. It was torment to have to inflict such pain on myself. It was one thing to be held down and spanked by someone else because it's clear you are not in control. It's quite another thing to do it to yourself. WHACK! The second stinging blow brought a tear to my eye. But Terri just starred at me with silent expectation. Neither approval nor disappointment on her face. WHACK! With the left. Wince. WHAM! With the right. Gasp. I raised the paddle again and brought my tortured butt forward in an attempt to dodge my own blows even as the paddle fell. Even so, the connection was agony. Again with the right. WHACK! With the left. My spanks were hard enough to hurt a lot even though I was slow and methodical in their delivery. I allowed myself a few seconds to recover between blows. But that was not the worst of it. The terrible, horrible, part was knowing when I was going to spank myself. And knowing that the blow would hurt. And forcing myself to continue one after the other. And to have to look Terri in the eye while I did it. My male pride forced me to be brave. All I would allow myself is a wince and a groan. It was so incredibly hard to bear up and self inflict punishment at the same time. "Faster Eric. I want you to spank yourself faster and harder. After all, you deserve it. We both know it. Don't we?" I hated her at that moment. I loathed this beautiful, sexy, stunning woman who controlled me and held such power over me. My eyes burned with revenge because I knew I had to comply. SPANK (left). SPANK (right). SPANK (left). "Ow, damn, shit." SPANK (right). Wince. SPANK (left). I kept up a steady rhythm as long as I could. SPANK (right). SPANK (left). Tears rolled down from my eyes. My bottom was on fire. The sting sharp and constant. SPANK (right). SPANK (left). I was crying out loudly with each blow. "Ah. Ow. Shit. Oh. Ow." As if I could lesson the pain with my cries. SPANK (right). SPANK (left). SPANK (right). SPANK (left). I was involuntary trying to dodge my own blows -- but ever aware that Terri was watching to make sure I did it right. SPANK (right). Spank (left). WHACK (right). I began to bawl like a child -- and beg for mercy. "Please let me stop." SPANK (left). "I can't take any more." SPANK (right). "Oh god, please." SPANK (left). Uh! Spank (right). I was sobbing uncontrollably even as I pleaded with Terri to stop this psychological and physical torture. SPANK (left). Uh, oh jeez. SPANK (right). The pained look on my face must have softened her resolve as she uttered the most magnificent words one could hope to hear. "OK Eric, that's enough. You did a good job and I'm satisfied." My bottom continued to sting with such intensity that I found only a limited relief in stopping. I continued to sob silently. I dropped the paddles and held onto my burning bottom. My own touch was both ecstasy and agony. I couldn't help myself and started hopping around the room moving from one leg to the other -- in some way hoping to shake off the lingering sting of the spanking. Terri stood patiently by as I gyrated around the floor. After many moments she walked over to the sink and filled it with cold water. "Wash your face Eric. We're almost done. The only thing left if the additional punishment you earned for your arrogant remarks earlier. I will return shortly." She calmly walked out of the room as the horror of her words struck home. Additional punishment. It wasn't possible. No one could be that cruel. She had been beating my ass since early this morning. She must have mercy. I walked over to the sink and washed the tears from my eyes. I was still breathing heavy as it I just finished running a race. The water felt magnificent and helped calm me down a little. I dipped my hands in the cool water and gently placed them on my stinging bottom. The feeling was indescribably delicious. It seemed to be literally putting out the fire that I myself was forced to ignite. I dipped again hoping to extinguish my agony -- of course to no avail. Since Terri seemed to be giving me a momentary respite, I risked a glance at the mirror. My bottom was a deep crimson -- almost purple in color. White splotches were clearly visible as well. It looked so completely unnatural as to be surreal. I found myself staring at my tortured bottom for quite some time. In fact, I was truly amazed and entranced by the image. In my fascination I never heart Terri return to the room. The sultry sound of her voice startled me. She caught me staring at my bottom in the mirror -- which for some strange reason had me worried. I wondered whether I was to be punished for that too. "I know you've had a difficult and painful day Eric. And I'm sorry that we have to continue so soon after the last session. But you indiscretions were inexcusable and I can't just forget them. Please come over hear and position yourself over this bench." She sounded so melancholy and apologetic. Entirely unlike her previous business-like approach. Almost as if she was sorry for having to continue. It was very unnerving. I knew I had no choice but to obey. I walked over to where she stood and leaned over as instructed. And for the first time, Terri strapped me in place -- one across the arms and another across the legs. I was completely immobile and scared out of my mind. I felt, rather than heard or saw, Terri move across the room. She opened the cabinet of paddles and returned with a menacing leather strap in her hands. She wrapped it once around her hand and stood before me in a purposeful way. "It is imperative that you learn to respect authority Eric. You need to understand that you are not the only one that can be in control of the situation. You think you are always right, don't you? You act like the rules of your organization -- and probably even society in general don't apply to you. And that somehow you're better than the rest. Even your obvious and proven skills and talents don't excuse you from following the rules." "I know you think your indiscretion earlier was trivial, but I don't. And guess what, you are not the one to decide what is trivial and which rules you have to follow. When you're in my program, you follow my rules. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" "Yes ma'am." I replied immediately. "Perhaps you do, but nevertheless, this lesson, maybe more than any other, needs to be reinforced." Terri walked around behind me as she spoke. I felt the cool strap on my tender ass as she measured her distance from my exposed bottom. The sound of the strap as it landed was like a gunshot. The sting went searing through my butt, and my whole body convulsed involuntarily. The pain was horrible and I screamed in response. I heard the soft whistle of the strap a split second before the second blow landed. A moment of intense agony that brought me to the very peak of tolerance and then ebbed away into a lingering sting. The strap was so much worse than the paddle. This was pure punishment. One that was compounded in that I was strapped down and completely helpless. Terri was in complete control and I had no idea of what she planned. I have to admit it. I was scared! SMACK! Another searing wave of pain, resulting in a primordial scream of agony. I struggled at my bonds, trying to rip myself from the torment. At least Terri was moving the blows around my bottom. However, my entire ass still felt as if it was throbbing. SNAP! Another torturous blow. I collapsed my struggles. I could no longer offer any resistance. I was beaten and defeated. Twice more Terri swung the vicious strap. My body reacting by reflex. There were no tears. My body was beyond crying. I just lay there with labored, gasping breaths, living in my own personal torment. For a long moment I just lay there. No more blows fell. The result of the strapping lingered strongly but at least no more punishment followed. I heard Terri leave the room. I was held prisoner by the straps and the sting was relentless. For a moment it felt as if the pain was increasing with time. I lay there for quite a while. Bound securely in place. My ass was awash in the after sting of the strap. My mind was racing. "Where did she go? Why was I still strapped to this thing? How much more could she have planned." And then there she was. Standing before me holding a menacing leather cane. My eyes widened and my entire focus was on the cane. It wasn't possible. Not after the strap and just before that those hated paddles. But there she was. I looked at her in a pleading way, begging for mercy with my eyes. "This cane is to teach you a lesson about respect Eric. I am still seething with your arrogance earlier and I'm tempted to increase the number of strokes I promised. You knew the rules when we started, yet you chose to ignore them. I have no tolerance for that type of action. Perhaps you've missed the whole point of this program Eric. I will give you a choice. We can stop now. I will write my report accordingly and we will be done with it." Terri moved behind me immediately after she finished her lecture. "What's it going to be Eric, yes or no?" There was no way I was going to quit now. I knew it and she knew it. I had no choice but to agree. "I won't quit." I stated with more authority than I felt. "Then you must ask me to continue. I'm tempted to call the whole thing off myself." "No!" I yelled in a panic. "Please don't. I've come so far. I really have. I know why I'm here. I agree with the program. I've learned my lesson. You can't kick me out now." Terri walked around to the front, pulled up a chair, sat down close and said "tell me what you've learned Eric. Tell me why you deserve to complete the program." As she spoke, she got up and removed the straps that held me in place. "Get up Eric. This is your chance. Tell me why we should continue." Freed from my bonds I tried to rise. I was so stiff and sore I felt like a tired old man struggling to rise from the couch after a long period of idleness. The pain in my rear was intense and acute. Even the simple act of standing accentuated the sting from the spankings. I winced at both the sting and the stiffness as I rose to my full height. I collected my thoughts as I stood humbly before her. I knew this was the moment of truth. "Actually, I have a better idea, Eric. Let's see if you really have learned anything from our program. You've got twenty minutes to think about what you've learned. Think about your answers carefully Eric. I want clear, honest statements from you with no bullshit. Tell me what you have learned." Terri looked me directly in the eyes as she stated her requirements. Her gaze held me captive for a few long moments. The she abruptly got up and left the room. My mind was racing as I tried to synthesize all that had happened over the past few hours. I felt surprisingly nervous and was trying desperately to organize my thoughts. This was the critical juncture. I knew I had to satisfy Terri and I was afraid I would fail the test. Fear of failure. That was my Achilles heel. With all my talent and all my success, I still lacked confidence in my abilities. I had no choice but to face the beast. I unconsciously began to pace around the room -- an old habit -- and I really did think more clearly on my feet. Pacing was difficult however, in that I felt the stinging results of that horrible strap with every step. My butt was ablaze and it was hard to keep my concentration and focus. Every movement was a painful reminder of the events of the day. It all seemed so dreadfully strange. Only this morning I had returned triumphant from my meetings in New York -- and now here I was cringing from my day long whipping -- desperately trying to organize my confessions of all my faults, transgressions and personality weaknesses. The really odd thing was how perfectly natural it felt to accept the fact that I was in this position. I caught sight of my tortured rear in the mirror and was once again drawn into staring with utter fascination. It was a brutal sight. Deep crimson mixed with purple. Obvious bruises in the shape of the strap. I had taken a real beating and it continued to hurt like hell. It was only the reality of the pain that enabled me to make the connection between m own self-image and the strikingly out-of-place picture of my bottom. And that's how it happened. Out of the blue, with my mind focused on something else. The point of the day started to become clearer. I suddenly felt extremely guilty and filled with inner remorse in an instantaneous moment of reflection on the implications of my attitudes and approaches on both my co-workers and the firm as a whole. It was as if a curtain was suddenly lifted -- and I could see that the portrait was obviously flawed. Except it wasn't a neutral painting I observed, it was a self-portrait. I had been getting my ass whipped because I deserved it. Up until now I had only been thinking about the very real pain I'd been experiencing, not the underlying reason of why I was here. The harsh realization was a devastating blow. I deserved it! A hundred thoughts raced through my brain. How could I be so fucking stupid? And more importantly, what could I -- and how should I -- change it. I was so consumed with the analysis and my planning that I didn't hear the door open until I turned and saw Terri standing there watching me with the menacing cane in her hand -- and that no nonsense look on her beautiful face. "Terri, I'm sorry. I didn't see you come in. I've been such a complete moron. I know the problems I've caused." Tears whelled in my eyes and I choked back on my words. "I feel like a fool. I'm so sorry. I think I understand the point now. I really do. I'm ready to explain it to you." "Not so fast Eric. I'm pleased you have some thoughts to share. And I want to hear all about them. I really do. But first we must get you into position." Into position. No! Not another spanking. I am already so sore I can hardly think of anything else. "But Terri you don't understand. That's not necessary. I've learned my lesson. I truly have." "I know you have Eric. I know this is difficult. But save your breadth. These are my rules." She led me over to the couch in the far corner. "Bend over this arm Eric. Keep you feet on the floor and your hand on the cushion." I took a deep breadth of resignation. Glanced at her with pleading eyes and assumed the position she described. It was perhaps the most humiliating position so far. My bottom was pointing straight up. The rest of my body completely out of the way. "Now Eric, tell me what you have learned." It was hard to speak with confidence in this degrading and subservient position. But I collected my thoughts and muttered softly. "I know I've caused a lot of damage to morale with my attitude. I've humiliated others and destroyed their self confidence." I sensed Terri's movement and heard the whispering whistle of the cane a split second before it struck with a terrible SNAP. The intensity of the pain was indescribable. I screamed and writhed in response. The sting was unbearable on my already brutalized bottom. It took a long moment for the pain to ebb even slightly.