Henry Johnson sat at his desk. There was a knock at the door. Come in. the door opened and a young lady, 22 or 23, in a black suit entered. She waited near the door.

Mr. Johnson? Im Cindy Lawrence.. from the bank? Aah yes the bank. Youve been sent by Mr Benson I take it? Yes sir, to do with your account, with the er ..

mistake. And quite a mistake it was too Ms Lawrence.

Yes, Im sorry. But it was a simple mistake I took 10000 pounds from your account instead of 1000.

I-it was just an extra nought my finger slipped. Just an extra nought yet that put me overdrawn, and I incurred charges, and I lost an order because your stupid bank would not honour a few cheques, meaning I could not get raw materials. Ok, your boss corrected the mistake, phoned my suppliers personally to correct the mistake. But Ive lost face, and your boss nearly lost my business. I demanded to meet the person who did this to me.

A-and, heh heh here I am sir.

And my boss said I have to do anything I can to persuade you not to go to another bank. Ill bet he did! He said he would deal with you himself later. Im an old fashioned guy, and I expect first of all, an apology. Then., like your boss who corrected the mistake, Im going to do some correction of my own. Err.. Mr Johnson, Im really really sorry for my silly mistake. I promise to do better in future. Please dont leave our bank.

Apology accepted.

Now for the correction. Im not sure I understand sir? Your boss said you had to do anything? Well.. yyess he did.

Please lean across my desk, and grip the far edge. What?! You heard DO IT!! In a daze, Cindy did as required, lying on the leather covered desk, her small breasts squashing against the hard top. She stretched to reach the far edge, and had to rest her head on the desk to reach, her fingers gripping the wood. Her toes touched the floor, but her heels were lifted, her left shoe slipped off her foot. She was aware of Mr Johnson behind her, and gasped as he gripped the hem of her skirt. Mr Johnson. wh-what the hell..

? She did not finish her sentence, as he pushed her back down on to the green leather, and gripped the hem again, lifting the material, until her arse was in view. She knew EXACTLY what the hell was happening but could not believe it was happening.

Her boss said do anything to keep the account but this?! Her head dropped onto the desk as her skirt was raised up.

Her eyeballs nearly popped out as she felt the waistline of her panties gripped and lowered, until they were resting on her thighs, rolled down with her pantyhose. Now young lady, you cost me 9 grand , albeit I got it back, so Im going to give you nine swats with my ruler get ready. She braced herself, reaching onto her toes, a sharp intake of breath. SMACK.

Owowowowww, geez that hurts! SMACKK Ow play. er I mean.

Language girl!! I think well start again keep score for me SMACK Oww!! One.. SMACKK T-two-hoo-hoo SMACKK Oww Nooooo three Angry red welts appeared on her white skin. Johnson looked admiringly, but he was still mad at this young bit of a kid who nearly lost him his livlihood, and she was going to pay. SMACCKKK Yeoww. No more please, no more.

How many? he ignored her Th-three.. please.. SMACKK Four Tears stung her cheeks and she gripped the wooden edge for all her life. She had never felt such pain. SMACKKK F-five Sobbing openly now her shoulders shaking, knuickles white on the desk edge. Her arse was crisscrossed with red welts, bruising already forming. Four to go, she thought, only fo SMACKKKK Ow no no no nooo six..

please sir, no more Youre getting there young lady youve got some more humility than when you came in SMACKKK S-seven SMACKKKKK Ooooh nnooooo EIGHT!! Now my dear the last two will really hurt, he said as his arm raised back even higher, and came down with full force. SMACKKKKKK. Ow, no please.. sobbing n-nine. Please get it over with I cant take much more. SMACCKKKK. Ow. Nine!! Geez Mr Johnson that hurt, she said, as she stood up, her skirt still riding up, Good.

It was meant to. I hope you have learnt your lesson now? Ill say. Wow, I wont sit for a week.. Im gonna ask for a raise this is much more than beyond the call of duty. Hmm maybe, but Ill bet youll think on this, and realise you might actually have enjoyed it, if only a little. Im not convinced. But youll stay with the bank? Of course, a deals a deal. But I warn you, another mistake like that and Ill hold you personally responsible, and retribution will be much harder than what you just experienced.

Now, please go inot my private bathroom, remove your panties and hose and come back here. Cindy looked puzzled, and was worried too, but resigned herself to anything else.

She neednt have been overly concerned as she returned, bare legged, feeling a different sensation having no knickers on under her skirt. It was not unpleasant, and she considered doing it more often. Mr Johnson held out his hand, and smiled. The panties if you please a trophy if you will. Cindy handed them over, and he unravelled them from the tights. The panties went into his desk drawer and the tights were stuffed into Cindys bag.

One last thing you go back to the office dressed like this, and hope your skirt doesnt flip up in the breeze. Ill phone your boss and tell him Im more than happy to stay with your bank. Cindy shrieked, and wrapped her arms round his neck, kissing his cheek.

Mr Johnson blushed, but enjoyed the moment. She stepped from his office, and walked a little gingerly through the bank. The looks she got from some of the females behind the counter suggested that her punishment was fairly standard here oh to be a fly on the wall in THAT office, she thought. THE END