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.