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Rounding Errors

“What are you going to do to me?” Laura asked her manager and mentor, Greg.

He sat behind his desk, staring at his computer monitor shaking his head. There it was, as plain as could be, the code that Laura had written and embedded in the financial software to embezzle from the company.

He sighed, “You are brilliant, you know.”

Laura felt a lump in her throat and she looked through watery eyes. She definitely was not feeling brilliant at the moment, thinking about what life might be like in prison.

“You’re not really strong in the common sense department,” Greg said, “but you are undeniably brilliant. Your code forces the system to round down a random percentage of payments where it would normally round up to the nearest dollar. And it has the leftover change forwarded to your bank account. But it records both transactions under the same number, for the benefit of the error-checking routine.”

Laura and Greg both realized she had only gotten caught because of the parallel tests being run on a new check-cutting program. Greg had needed to work out why the number of transactions hadn’t equaled the number of transaction identifiers. On the other hand, Greg would be the only person to know about the scheme at this point.

He looked at Laura and said, “Of course I don’t want to call the cops. You’re one of my best programmers. My preference would be to deal with this just between the two of us.”

Laura felt her sense of dread lightening up somewhat. But what did he mean by ‘deal with this’, she wondered.

“But it’s going to be up to you,” he continued. “You’re not getting off scott free. So you’re either going to take your punishment from me or take your chances with the cops.”

Laura’s eyes widened as she asked, “What do you mean by me ‘taking my punishment’ from you? What would that mean exactly?”

“From me it would mean taking a spanking, more specifically a belting,” he said.

Laura’s jaw dropped. She almost laughed out of sheer nervousness and a wishful thought that he might be joking.

“From the looks of it, you’ve already taken in over $1200,” Greg said. “I want to give you a spank with my belt for each dollar you’ve accumulated.”

Laura grabbed the sides of her chair, unconsciously forcing herself deeper into her seat in an effort to protect her bottom. The last time she had been spanked was back in high school when she violated curfew, and driven home drunk. She had gotten spankings from both of her parents that night. Her mom had used a belt and her father had used his hand. Laura remembered how bad 100 or so strokes had hurt. She did not want to think about 1200.

“But…” she said, “That’s too many. I couldn’t take that. I’d end up in the hospital.”

“True,” Greg said, “I can’t afford to have you in the hospital. Besides, I do like you. I care about you, you know.” He avoided eye contact with her as he said this. “I think what I’ll need to do is split the punishment up.”

Laura’s head was swimming as she tried to absorb all that was happening here and how rapidly it was happening. Greg was doing this thing, risking his career and possible criminal charges, not just because she was one of his best programmers, but because he liked and cared for her. But at the same time, he was proposing to give her a hell of a whipping. ‘Why wouldn’t he just let me off if he cares so damn much?’ she asked herself.

Greg was now typing on his computer, pausing for brief intervals while he analyzed code. After a minute or so, he stopped and looked back up at Laura.

“One-thousand-two-hundred-eighty-seven,” he said. “That’s how much money you’ve pilfered so far.”

‘So far?’ she thought. ‘Did that mean he hadn’t deleted her sub-routine?’

“I could give you 160 licks with the belt, eight times…. and seven left over,” Greg said.

Laura swallowed hard, wide-eyed. “But… ” she said, “but… Okay… let’s talk about this. You don’t have to…”

“No, I don’t suppose I have to, but I want you to pay for your unethical and illegal behavior – not to mention putting me and my job at risk,” he said.

“I understand that,” Laura said. She paused a moment to think of something… anything that might dissuade him. “I’m just a girl. I can’t take that kind of pain. It sounds like torture.”

“Look, Laura,” Greg said. “Don’t panic. Let’s think about it for a moment. Whether it’s torture or not depends on how hard the lashes are, doesn’t it?”

Laura looked downward, nodding. She hoped he was thinking about giving her very light lashes.

“I’ll be able to tell by your reactions, whether it’s too hard. I’ve already told you I care about you. I just want you to learn a lesson,” he said. “You’ll come in here every Saturday, starting this Saturday, for eight weeks. I’ll bend you over my desk…” He thought for a moment. “The safest thing to do would be to tie you down so that only your butt gets hit. I wouldn’t want you trying to stand up in the middle of it, and accidentally get hit in the back or something. And, waiting a week between spankings will give any bruises time to heal.”

“You seem like you’ve really thought this through already,” Laura said.

“I have,” he said. “Including, sending copies of my evidence log to a close friend, in case something should happen… like some accident should befall me.”

Remembering the spankings she had received growing up, Laura asked, “Can I ask… Is this going to be bare? Are you going to have me pull my pants down?”

Greg nodded his head from side to side thoughtfully and said, “I’m still working that out. On the one hand, I have no desire to embarrass you by baring your backside. On the other hand, I’ll want to see how badly you’re getting bruised, so I don’t go too far.”

Laura understood and agreed with his logic. She just couldn’t believe she was sitting here listening to him analyze the best ways to spank her with his belt. ‘What about all the pain I’ll be going through?’ she thought. ‘Has any fucking analysis been given to that?’

“Okay, I’ve got it,” Greg continued. “Compromise. You’ll wear high-cut panties… the kind that expose a lot of cheek. That way, you can leave them up and you won’t have to reveal… every thing.”

Laura nodded. The cheeks of her face were already red from the embarrassment of the discussion.

“I’ll see you Saturday,” Greg said.

Laura stood up and turned to walk out. He stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him. He pulled her to his chest for a hug. The hug surprised her. She could tell by this hug that he did care about her and it made her tear up.

“Please,” she whispered. “I’m really sorry. Don’t… don’t do this to me. Please don’t spank me this way. Not so severely… please.”

He stroked her hair and placed a finger across her lips.

“Ssshhh,” he said. His voice was soft, but deep. “You are stronger than you realize. You can take this. You aren’t made of glass. Besides, don’t you deserve it?”

She wiped a tear from her cheek and nodded. He held her a bit longer as she regained her composure to go back out into the cube farm. She was already planning to tell any co-workers that asked, that she’d just had a bunch of busy work dumped on her. It might explain the dark cloud that seemed now to inhabit her being.

The wait through the rest of the week to Saturday was a nightmare for Laura.  She seemed to be more and more aware of her bottom and any sensations it experienced, as well as whether or not any particular pose she occupied, revealed the shape of her bottom or exposed its vulnerability. On the way back to her apartment, she began making it a habit to buy a bottle of wine in an attempt to induce as much sleep as she could get before the next work day.

Finally Saturday arrived and she dressed herself in her most comfortable business slacks and button-up top. She realized, it being Saturday, that she could have just worn jeans or sweats, but she didn’t want to risk having to explain to a possible Saturday-working coworker, why she was there during non-business if it didn’t have anything to do with a client meeting.

She signed in at Security and proceeded up to her department’s floor. Upon arriving, Laura felt relief that the prediction of no one working on Saturday was actually true. Of course she also knew that if Greg had decided to say… Change plans on her, there would be no one to hear her screams and call police. But somehow she knew Greg would be true to his word – which comforted her and frightened her.

Laura went over to Greg’s office and knocked.

“Come in, Laura,” he said from within.

Laura walked in and stood before Greg and his desk. He had emptied it of all equipment and paper. In their place were several coils of rope and cuffs.

“Welcome, Laura. I’m glad you decided to do the right thing and take your punishment. I’m already feeling more respect for you. Let’s get started.”

Greg pulled a pair of cuffs from his desk and clasped them around Laura’s wrists. Feeling them go on, she began to feel even more helpless and vulnerable. It reminded her of her inability to fight back when one of her parents had spanked her. When she was little, they could simply overpower her and spank her at will for as long as they wanted to. This time, rationally, she knew there would be an end point – 160 strokes.

When her wrist cuffs were tightened sufficiently, Greg pulled Laura forward by the ropes attached to the cuffs until she was bending over the desk with her arms extended in front of her. He tied the rope to the legs of the desk. He then pulled a securing strap across her waist, tightened and buckled it. This would help hold her bottom stable and in the ideal position, her back somewhat arched.

Greg then eased her pants down, so as not to pull her panties with them. As instructed, Laura’s panties were high-cut, revealing about 75% of her bottom cheeks. He then pulled off his belt and doubled it in the traditional spanking form.

Taking aim at the vulnerable, smooth skin of her bottom, he lashed her for the first time with his belt. She almost screamed, but choked it back to a squeak. It was not so much because the belt stroke was that painful. She was simply experiencing the shock of the reality of her punishment.

After 5 or 6 lashes, Laura’s bottom showed several broad, red stripes across it. The reality of this was now dawning on Greg. He would have to moderate his strokes and pace her through this. Her feet had begun to kick up, so he realized he would need to tie her legs down. He grabbed more rope and wrapped it around her lower legs, which put his face at eye level with her bottom. Taking in the sight of her feminine, delicate skin already bearing harsh-looking red stripes, he questioned for a moment whether he could continue with another 154 strokes. Recalling what he had told her about her ability to take it, he knew he couldn’t now disrespect her by letting her go. So he tied the ends of the rope to the legs of the desk. Now she would have to remain in position and take her punishment.

He stood up again and resumed whipping her bottom. After each stroke he listened to her yelp and observed the way her head jerked up and her body tensed. From this information, by trial and error, he was able to find the right strength of lash to make her feel punished and sore, but not tortured. The spanking would be just beyond what she thought she could take, making her long for it to come to an end, but with no choice but to endure.

By the 35th stroke Greg had found his rhythm and his intensity. Laura’s hands pounded the desk intermittently as her yelps and squeaks began to lengthen out into moaning. She was starting to cry. Hearing her crying would be a test of his resolve. She looked back over her shoulder at him, her eyes watery and squinting, her face flushed, and her mouth drawn into a pouting frown. Seeing this, he paused to stroke her hair and lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Then he went back to work on her bottom.

Individual red stripes soon all melded together into a deeper and deeper redness that covered her bottom. Her crying was steady now, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath as new lashes brought regular peaks to her waves of pain. Laura was now fully in the mode of girl being spanked severely.

As the number of lashes passed 100, Greg realized that Laura was sweating. It hadn’t occurred to him that taking this much pain was a lot of work for the body. The sheen of perspiration made the lashes sting more, even as she began experiencing a wash of endorphins, making her feel like she probably could endure this belting.

He stopped for a break and gave her water to sip through a straw. She sipped it, blinking, and whimpering some. She then laid her head down to rest it. Greg walked back around her and picked up the belt again.

She cried softly, “No no no no no… How much more?” Her voice was breaking and fluttery because of her crying.

“It’s 35 to go now,” he replied.

He went back to his steady spanking rhythm with the belt. The red hue of her bottom, now began to show stripes again, and some bruising. The endorphins having had time to subside some meant that she was experiencing renewed pain. And each time the belt revisited or crossed a bruised area, her crying got higher in pitch and volume. She was ‘severely spanked girl’ again for another minute or so.

Then it was over. Greg untied her legs and then let her hands out of the cuffs. He couldn’t be sure if she wouldn’t just hall off and punch him or something, but she was barely moving. She managed to push herself up from the desk and as she was pulling her pants back up, she almost fell against him. He held her and steadied her.

“Take your time,” he said.

She wiped tears from her cheek with one hand and rubbed her backside with the other.

“That hurt so much,” she said flatly, wide-eyed. Greg comforted her with an arm around her shoulder as they stood there side by side.

“We’ll stay here as long as you need to recover. I don’t want you driving in this condition,” he said.

“No… shouldn’t drive,” she repeated, dazed.

A minute or two later, Greg helped her to a nearby manager’s lounge where he let her curl up on her side on a sofa. He put a juice box on the table in front of her.

“I’ll be back to check on you in a little while. Feel free to nap if you need to,” he said.

Laura nodded, already looking sleepy. As Greg walked back towards his office, he glanced back at her realizing he did care for her, surprisingly deeply. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he knew that somehow this experience and the Saturdays to come, would somehow make a bond between them that couldn’t be conveyed by any term he knew – not ‘girlfriend/boyfriend’ certainly, and not ‘friend’; at least not ‘just’ friends… But what? But why?

About Quai Franklin

Thinking and writing about spanking and corporal punishment for over 40 years (since age 5). I explore the topic on an imaginative, intellectual, erotic and experimental perspective.

9 comments on “Rounding Errors

  1. padmeamidala

    Love this story!! 🙂 What a great read.

    • Quai Disciplines

      Thank you kindly 🙂 It’s definitely one of my goals to give readers a “good read”. That’s fun.


  2. lunargirl

    Really liked this. Nicely nicely done. Yes. Very nice.


    • Quai Disciplines

      Thanks! I’m glad you liked it. I was trying for a bit more realism. It’s not easy, as I’m sure you know.

      Best Regards,

  3. Alias

    Wow! Nice! Belting! Punishment! Thank you!!!
    Maybe he could become her Daddy? 😉

    Be well,

    • Quai Disciplines

      Thanks, Alias! I’m glad you liked it after all the waiting 😉

      The Daddy idea sounds like a nice one. I haven’t explored that in my fiction before. It sounds interesting and complex – in other words, something I could really get into.

      Thanks again,

  4. Pandora Blake

    He knew he couldn’t now disrespect her by letting her go.

    Perfect 🙂

    I love the emotional warmth in so many of your stories. That combined with the severity and the plausible psychology is one of the things that really makes them stand out.

    • Quai Disciplines

      Thanks, Pandora 😀

      Realism, especially emotional and social realism is so important to me, primarily because I’m always curious about the ways in which my fantasies could manifest in reality. Clearly there are scenarios I imagine that are unlikely to ever happen, but to think that some could, is really exciting. This is probably because my first feelings of arousal were at witnessing and overhearing spanking when I was growing up.

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