From: <100576.724@compuserve.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Jennifer and the cat
Date: 20 Apr 1996 10:47:59 GMT


Whenever I was in the office, I watched Matt working the help desk. At six
feet tall and with blond hair and china blue eyes, he made my legs go
weak - not something I try to allow to happen too often. He finished taking
a call and turned to Mandy, our boss. "Catty Kate's PC's down again."

"What is it?"
"Uh, completely dead and we're a load of incompetent shits."
"Ah, the usual, then."
They exchanged a conspiratorial glance then Mandy said "Let Jenny go,"
turning to me she smiled "You've not met Catty Kate, have you?"

I had not had that particular pleasure, I told her - although she knew
perfectly well I hadn't. "Why catty Kate?" I asked.
"Oh, you'll find out for yourself soon enough," she smiled. I didn't like
that smile, it hid something deeper. I know a smirk when I see one and Matt
wasn't quick enough wiping one from his face before I caught it.  The glint
in their eyes gave it away. As Matt and Mandy insisted on keeping the joke
to themselves, I grabbed my notebook PC, system disks and serial lead and
flounced out.

Kate Quigley's fashion studio was a short drive across town and I was there
within twenty minutes. Following directions, I found my way to her inner
office. A tall woman with peroxide hair and clothes twenty years too young,
she allowed a bucolic eye to wander over me before showing me her ailing PC.

"Useless piece of junk," she said. "I could manage better with a pencil and
pad."
Fiddling with the serial lead as I connected it to the serial port of her
machine, I replied casually "So why don't you?"
"What?" I detected a hardening of her voice.
"Sorry," I said, running  the diagnostics program. "I was only making
conversation."
"You don't make conversation, you little tart, you bloody well fix that
machine."

Now I got mad. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again!"
"In that case I'll ring Mandy and take my business elsewhere."
I swore under my breath - this I needed like Einstein needed a migraine.
"Look, we've got off on a bad foot, can't we start again?"

She walked across the room and shut the door while I finished running my
diagnostic. It wasn't good news.
"You make a lot of money out of me," Kate said easily.
"I expect we do."
"You can't afford to lose the custom."
"No, I suppose not."
"If I ring Mandy and told her I was taking my business elsewhere, what do
you think she'd say?"

I had a fair idea and it didn't bode well for my career. Eyeing Kate
suspiciously I watched as she walked across to a stationery cupboard and
opened it. A knot decided to tie itself in my duodenum. The cupboard
contained a rack of canes in various weights. My God, I thought she intends
to cane me. I'm pretty quick on the uptake in these matters. I also
remembered Mandy's smile and all that she hadn't said.

"I'll offer you a choice, the cane or lose the business."
"You can't do this."
"What's to stop me?"
I gave this some thought and came to the conclusion that there was nothing
much. Taking a deep breath, I decided to accept my fate stoically. Spreading
my hands in defeat, I said "Okay, you win."

She smiled. I didn't care much for that smile. "Good, I knew we would reach
a satisfactory arrangement." Leaning into the cupboard, she selected a thin
whippy cane and swished it experimentally through the air two or three times
"Now, bend over my desk."
I hesitated.
"Now!"

Swallowing, I placed both hands on the far side of the desk. Kate walked
behind me and I felt her lift my skirt, laying it gently over my waist. Then
she slipped her fingers in the waistband of my knickers and pulled them down
to my knees. The air conditioning created a cool breeze and I could feel it
on my naked bottom. Unconsciously, I clenched my cheeks. For a moment she
stood running her fingers over my buttocks, saying nothing. Then it came.

She raised the cane high over her head and brought it down with a sharp
crack! "Ugh!"
"Quiet, someone may hear." 
Tears streamed in my eyes. "Someone may hear anyway."
"Cheeky tart - you'll get extra for that."

Swish, crack! swish, crack! each blow bit into my exposed flesh leaving a
stinging trail of pain. Swish, crack! Swish, Crack! Twenty times the cane
landed and on each occasion I bit my tongue as the pain welled into a lump
in my throat. I wanted to cry out to release the pain in some way. My bottom
became a burning sea of raw nerve ends.

Swish, Crack! "Ow, ow, ow, ow, damn!" I could resist crying out no longer.
"Shut up!"
Swish, crack! Swish, crack, swish, crack! "Ugh!"
"I said, shut up!"
CRACK! She grunted like a tennis player as she threw all of her strength
into the stroke.
"OW! Ow, ow, ouch, shit!"
She stopped the punishing rain of blows and listened. The office outside
continued its muted sounds - typewriters murmuring, voices, telephones - the
usual stuff. No one came to Kate's door to find out what the screaming was
all about. A nasty suspicious corner of my mind wondered if the already knew

"As you won't shut up and take your punishment with dignity, I'll have to
gag you." With that she wrapped a headscarf around my face pulling it tight
across my mouth. She then pushed my head down so that my nose pressed
against the plastic wood of the desk. I was aware of the artificial smell
under my face as well as the burning sensation in my behind. "Now," she said,
"something a little different."
I watched, turning my head against the plastic veneer as she walked into my
sight. In her hand she held a wicked looking whip with several strands.
"A cat 'o nine tails," Kate explained. I groaned, seeing again my colleagues'
smirks. "An old friend," she said. "I'd like you to touch it."
Misunderstanding, I reached out a hand.
"Oh, no, that's not what I meant at all."
Placing my hand back on the desk, she walked around behind me.

Swish, crack! The punishment resumed "Mmmf."
Swish, Crack! swish, CRACK! Again a grunt preceded the blow. The sting of
the cat was far worse that the cane that she'd used to warm me up. I leapt
up from the desk, reaching for my bottom with my hands, letting out a
muffled yelp. Kate pushed me roughly down, banging my head against the desk.

Swish, crack! Swish, crack! Swish, crack! With each blow there was a grunt
of exertion and a singing whistle as the weapon sliced through the cool air
and landed on my bare, raw bottom. When I had placed my hands defensively on
it I could feel the welts starting to form.
Swish, crack! Swish, crack! "Mmmmff!"
Swish, crack! Swish, crack! "Mmmmff!"
Swish, crack! Swish, crack! "Mmmmff!"

Eventually she stopped. Breathing heavily from the exertion, she untied the
gag. I started to rise. "Stay where you are." I lowered myself again,
wondering what would happen next. Her hand was cool on the burning skin of
my bottom. Gently she stroked it, caressing the tingling nerves, moving her
hand between my cheeks.

I was soaking and she could feel it as her caressing continued, manipulating
and rubbing until I came with a huge shudder and collapsed on the desk. I
lay there for a moment, prostrate and panting.

"Make yourself decent."
Standing, I reached for my knickers and pulled them up and straightened my
skirt.
"Well," Kate said. "What was wrong with my computer?"
Stunned, I stared at her while rubbing my sore bottom. "Er, you had a virus."
"And?"
"And, I've wiped it," I replied, rubbing steadily - not that it helped much,
the drive back to the office promised to be uncomfortable.
"Get out, then."
Smiling, I obeyed. As I walked across the outer office I was sure that I
caught some knowing looks.

"Well, how did you get on with Catty Kate?" Mandy asked when I returned to
the office.
"A pain in the arse," I replied.

****************************************************

Jenny X