Sarah’s Sur­prise (by K Morgan)
The girl on recep­tion rolled her eyes. “Old Prendergast’s been on the phone. She says you’ve got to go straight up…Did you have a good holiday?”
Sarah nod­ded. “Great — except for hav­ing to come back.”

She had been expect­ing the sum­mons by her boss. Bol­shy air con­trollers had delayed the flight home and it was eleven the pre­vi­ous night before she put her key in the door. That was nor­mal bed­time, but after a cou­ple of glass­es of wine to unwind, it was near­ly one when she turned in. The extra time in bed that morn­ing was worth it, even if it meant a tick­ing off — if you could call it that. It would con­sist of lis­ten­ing to him tell her not to be late and, once she flut­tered her eye­lids, giv­ing him a detailed descrip­tion of her hol­i­day. He was a soft touch and she had him where she want­ed him. The only bad part would be get­ting past his assis­tant, Miss Pren­der­gast. That woman nev­er smiled.

Sarah looked at her watch and pressed the top-floor but­ton in the lift. It was ten past ten, which was late even by her stan­dards. Admir­ing her per­fec­tion in the mir­rored wall, she prac­tised her pout and squirt­ed on some of her boss’s favourite per­fume. By the time the sin­gle ring announced her arrival, she was ready. She marched into the main office, but came to a halt. Miss Pren­der­gast, the woman who nev­er smiled, was smiling.

“You’re expect­ed, Sarah,” she said and licked her lips.

Sarah forced a smile in return. She knocked on her boss’s door and went in with­out being invit­ed. “I know. I’m sor­ry I’m late, Mr…” She checked the name­plate on the still open door. It was the right office, but the wrong per­son in it.
“You must be Sarah. Come in and sit down. I’m Miss Svenson.”

Sarah sat on the oppo­site side of the desk, on what she usu­al­ly joked was the hot seat.
“I sup­pose I’ve to thank you for mak­ing my job eas­i­er, Sarah.”
“I’m sorry?”

“We’ve been restruc­tured while you’ve been away. I’ve tak­en over from Mr Col­lier — he’s gone to our Ger­man divi­sion. In fact, you prob­a­bly flew over him on your way back from hol­i­day. It seems he has a much bet­ter deal than I do. You see, he is there to recruit, while I am here to reduce. There are to be redun­dan­cies, I’m afraid.”

Sarah’s jaw dropped. “What…I’m not being made redun­dant, am I?”

“Of course, you aren’t. Just because you’re late, it doesn’t mean you are the first in line for redundancy…And I’ve heard you’re often late, aren’t you?”
“Well, I suppose…I mean…”

“You don’t get made redun­dant for com­ing to work when you want — you get fired.”
Sarah need­ed the job to pay off her hol­i­day and oth­er debts. She felt sick. “I’m sorry…”
“So you said when you burst in. Lucky for you, I pride myself on being fair and I know how dif­fi­cult it will be to get some­thing else. So, I’m giv­ing you an option.”
There was hope and Sarah smiled. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, it was short-lived.

“If you resign, it’ll look bet­ter on your appli­ca­tion forms. You see, the com­pa­ny will not need to dis­close the rea­sons behind your depar­ture when asked for a reference.”
“Please, Miss Sven­son. It was late when I got back yesterday.”
“And the oth­er times?”

Sarah looked with plead­ing eyes at her new boss. Her heart was pound­ing. The lie-in that morn­ing was about to become very cost­ly. “Please, Miss Sven­son. I real­ly need the job.”
Miss Sven­son did not respond and stared at the desk. It was a bad sign. The con­tin­u­ing silence proved too much for Sarah.
“Please, Miss Svenson.”

Her new boss looked her in the eye. “There is anoth­er alter­na­tive, but I am not offer­ing it for your ben­e­fit. If you resign or are dis­missed, then some­body might miss out on a com­pen­sa­tion pay­ment. It would be unfair for any­one to suf­fer because of you, wouldn’t it?”
Sarah nodded.

“I shall warn you now, the alter­na­tive is not pleas­ant. Do you wish to hear it?”
“Yes, please.”

“It is six strokes of my belt across your bare backside.”
Sarah gasped. Glanc­ing down, she could see her belt was made of black patent leather. She had one like it and knew it to be light and soft. The shiny side might sting a lit­tle, but there was no way it would hurt. “I accept.”
“You said that very quick­ly. I will warn you again, it will not be pleas­ant. Are you sure?”
“Yes, Miss Svenson.”

“Very well. This will remain an issue between the two of us and I shall not tell any­one of it. If you change your mind at any time, just say so. You retain the option to resign. All you need do is tell me to stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Miss Svenson.”

Sarah had no qualms about bar­ing her back­side to anoth­er woman and she closed her eyes on think­ing about her nar­row escape. When she opened them, it was to see her new boss with­draw a two-foot long strip of leather from the desk draw­er. Like her waist belt, this was black and shiny, but it was nei­ther light nor soft.

“Good God,” she said and felt faint. The belt was three inch­es wide and had a line of six holes near the end. There was no doubt they were there to increase the pain.
“Do you still wish to accept the alternative?”

She had no choice. She was wor­ried what her voice would sound like if she spoke, so she nod­ded. Her eyes remained fixed on the vicious strap.
“After the sixth stroke lands…are you lis­ten­ing to me?”
Sarah glanced up and nod­ded again, before resum­ing her stare.

“After the sixth stroke lands, you will remain in posi­tion until you have thanked me. I shall give you five min­utes to recov­er and then you may go to the toi­lets to com­pose your­self. If you are not back at your desk with­in forty min­utes of leav­ing this room, I shall expect your res­ig­na­tion. Is that clear?”

“Yes…” She cleared her throat. “Yes, Miss Svenson.”
“As you can imag­ine, this is going to be painful. You must not speak to me while you are being dis­ci­plined, but I’ll remind you that you can stop it any time…Now, would you like Miss Pren­der­gast to wit­ness the process.”
“Def­i­nite­ly not, thank you.”

“Then, lift your skirt and lie across my desk. Keep your legs straight and together.”

Sarah had nev­er felt so vul­ner­a­ble. She closed her eyes as her knick­ers were teased down. There was a strange feel­ing in her back­side, as if it were antic­i­pat­ing the first blow.

“Your tan lines make an excel­lent tar­get,” Miss Sven­son said and came around to slide a blot­ting pad across the desk. “If you would raise your head for me, please. It’s just to catch your tears…Now reach for­ward and take a firm grip on the edge of the desk.”

Sarah grit­ted her teeth. She was expect­ing it to hurt and it did. It hurt like hell. The fero­cious smart was phe­nom­e­nal and sur­viv­ing anoth­er five like the first seemed impos­si­ble. She was still fight­ing to catch her breath when the sec­ond stroke land­ed and the thought went through her mind to put an end to it. She was com­plete­ly help­less for the first time in her life. Then the real­i­sa­tion set in how she would be just as help­less with­out a job. The third stroke arrived before she had come to a deci­sion and the fourth land­ed imme­di­ate­ly after­wards, caus­ing her to yelp. The shock was too great and she start­ed cry­ing, while still breath­less. She gripped the edge of the desk even hard­er. The fifth blow arrived after a lengthy wait and she began shak­ing. It meant there was only one more and, for the first time, she willed it to land. This it did across the cen­tre of her but­tocks. She screwed her eyes up. “Dear God,” she pant­ed. Sob­bing, she accept­ed an offered tis­sue, while still across the desk.

Miss Sven­son spoke. “If I learn of any fur­ther trans­gres­sion, you know the option that awaits you. In your own time, do you have any­thing to tell me before I allow you to stand?”
“Just a minute, please, Miss Sven­son,” Sarah gasped and wiped her eyes with the tis­sue. It took a cou­ple of min­utes for the shak­ing to sub­side and her breath­ing to return to normal.
“I’m still wait­ing, Sarah. Now, what do you have to say?”

Sarah took a deep breath and gripped the edge of the desk again. “I skipped off work before my hol­i­day, as well, Miss Svenson.”

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