A Daughter's Misadventure
Moving with feline poise and grace, Kayla moved cautiously down the hallway. Her auburn hair flowed onto her yellow top. Her firm, round breasts pushed this garment delightfully outward, as if they were seeking to free themselves from containment. The curves of her bottom transformed her ordinary blue jeans into a thing of sensual beauty, something which, were they able to speak, chairs everywhere would be begging to meet.
The hallway was dreary and dimly lit; it would have been right at home in a haunted house flick. She was nervous, yet there was a small smile on her face. She continued down the dim corridor, nothing but old paintings and flickering lights on either side, until she came to a point where it made a 90 degree turn to the right. There she pressed her back against the wall and prepared to take a quick look around the corner.
Holding her gun at the ready, she poked her head out. She breathed a small sigh of relief - the hallway was clear. Carefully, she turned the corner and proceeded forward, constantly scanning for any activity. Kayla knew things could happen with little or no warning. Keeping her gun in the firing position, she continued on. It was a strange gun - some kind of high-tech device which fired a narrow red beam of light. She knew the only thing it worked on was the denizens of this place. She could aim the gun at anything else, including herself, and pull the trigger - all that would happen is a small, harmless, spot of light would show. She also knew her gun was the ONLY thing that would work on the inhabitants here.
Farther down the hallway there were four doors, two on each side of the corridor. She cursed under her breath; she had to get by them, but it was risky. She couldn't keep all the doors covered at once. Something could pop out of any one of them as she passed by.
Stealthily, she walked down the hallway and stopped when she reached the doors. She thought about trying to dash past them, but, wincing, decided against it. The last time she tried that strategy it hadn't worked well. Slowly and noiselessly, she started past the doors. Just as she reached the midway point, all four doors flew open! Strange, indescribable creatures came forth. She dispatched the first one with a beam of light from her gun, seeing it dissolve into nothingness. But then the others were on her!
She managed to get the second of them, but then the other two overpowered her. She felt a series of sharp, stinging slaps against her bottom. Apparently satisfied, the other two creatures then disappeared.
"Damn it!" she swore, gingerly rubbing her backside. "I didn't realize it would hurt quite this much!" She knew there was no turning back, though. That was the whole point - she HAD to get out of this place. Until she did she would continue having encounters like the one she had just experienced. Running her hand through her hair, she proceeded down the hallway.
She was in a world of her own creation. Her mother, Linda, ran a company which was developing a revolutionary virtual reality technology. Unlike other VR setups, theirs didn't require the user to wear goggles or other special equipment. All that was needed was for the user to lie on a special couch. The system then interfaced directly with the user's nervous system. The results were staggering; to all five senses the ensuing virtual world seemed completely real.
As Kayla neared the end of the hallway she saw a single doorway to the right. It was partially open. "Not this time!" she thought. She had no intention of allowing herself to be hit by any creatures hiding inside. Aiming her gun through the doorway, she kicked the door the rest of the way open.
Immediately the floor dropped out from under her - it was a trap! She fell about 10 feet and landed on a pile of mattresses. Before she could recover from her fall she was surrounded by monsters! There were four of them! They were on top of her before she could get off a single shot. One by one the creatures delivered a series of stinging slaps to her increasingly sore rump. Then, like the others, they disappeared.
Again rubbing her damaged member, Kayla chided herself for falling for so obvious a trap. This was so different, though, than other games she had played. In a conventional computer game of the type she liked, combat-type games, there was no real penalty for losing. So what if her character was hurt or killed? She could simply restart the game! Not so in her virtual world - here there was a penalty for screwing up! Every time she was caught by one of the creatures in here, she'd get a few hard slaps on her bottom. That tended to make her extra cautious, which in turn made the game harder. This was something she had not anticipated.
She had set her world up this way quite deliberately; she wanted to add some actual risk to make her gaming experience more intense. By adding an element of "punishment" to her virtual world she hoped to increase the thrill and enjoyment of it. Despite her stinging bottom, her experience was meeting every expectation she could possibly have.
Her world was unbelievably real. She had chosen a "haunted house" setting; an ominous, mazelike structure with dim lighting and strange noises, filled with weird creatures. She was genuinely nervous in here: not scared out of her wits - that wouldn't be fun at all - but definitely apprehensive. The fact that every time one of the inhabitants grabbed her she got spanked added to her pleasant feeling of anxiety!
This last encounter, however, had her second guessing herself. She was concerned she had made things too difficult. While she could not be physically injured - after all, at the moment she was lying on a couch in the real world - things could still get pretty unpleasant. Since the system was essentially connected right to her nervous system, she felt things that happened in the virtual world exactly as she'd feel them in real life. Her sore backside was a good example. Once she exited the program the stinging would instantly disappear. There would be no marks or redness whatsoever. While in her simulation though, the more smacks she got from creatures which caught her, the more it would hurt. She had not programmed any limits on the number of slaps she could potentially get. She was starting to think that may have been a mistake.
The other thing that was starting to concern her was the way she had set up the virtual world's exit. The program would continue running until she found her way out of the house. There was no other way to get back to the real world. She was now thinking to herself she should have added in an emergency exit. On the other hand, she told herself, that would have diminished the experience, making it too much like any other game - she could simply duck out of the game when things got tough.
Kayla looked around the room she had fallen into. There were two doorways. Taking her best guess as to which one would eventually lead her out of the house, she proceeded to exit the room. After a short distance she came upon a stairway which spiraled upward. Ever cautious, she began her ascent.
Kayla was both athletic and intelligent, enjoying sports but taking to academics as well. This was her first year at college. She was in a work-study program which divided her time between coursework at the school and employment at one of the approved outside companies. She had already completed her six months of coursework and was now working at her mother's firm. In the two months she had worked there she had learned a great deal - seeing theories put into practice provided an entirely different perspective.
She had already been familiar with the work being done at her mother's company prior to her studies at college - both her mother and a number of the researchers there had spent countless hours discussing it with her. This had given her a huge head start on her virtual world. She had developed it in secret, working outside of normal hours. She knew she was breaking quite a few rules - no one was ever supposed to enter a virtual world with this equipment without someone constantly monitoring them, for example - but that made it all the more exciting. She was sure her mother would be quite displeased if she knew about this! Fortunately, Kayla had been very careful to cover her tracks.
The couch she was using was one that had been discontinued in favor of a newer model. It worked just fine though. Well ... it did once she replaced some of the components, anyway. This older couch was located in a separate area, so even if someone came into the building to work they wouldn't know she was using it.
Kayla was staying with her mother during her six month employment period. Her father would be away for the first five of those months. His role in the company had become mainly focused on marketing; he was currently on an extended trip trying to drum up future business for when their prototype system had been developed into something that could be sold.
As Kayla continued climbing the spiral stairs she thought ahead to her next adventure. The next time she entered this virtual world she'd definitely add a secondary exit. She wanted to do this in a way that didn't ruin the overall experience though - she didn't want to make the exit easy to use. She really didn't HAVE to have an alternate way out of the simulation - after all the house wasn't all THAT big, so there really wasn't any risk of her not being able to get out - it's just that she was a little uncomfortable having just that one exit. Suppose something unanticipated happened that made that exit inaccessible. It shouldn't, but still ... she wouldn't be able to get out of the virtual world until someone found her lying on the couch and shut the simulation down. She thought maybe she could add an 'Emergency Exit' bracelet. If she pressed a button on the bracelet, the emergency exit would appear right in front of her. She would have to set it up to make it undesirable to actually use that exit though. There would have to be a SEVERE penalty for using it to escape. The obvious choice for that kind of penalty would be a long, hard spanking. That would prevent her from using it except for a true emergency!
As she continued thinking, she finally reached the top of the stairs. Hallways went out from that point in three directions. She had lost her orientation - at the moment she had no idea which way to go. She'd simply have to start along one hallway at random until she got her bearings; it shouldn't take long.
She picked a corridor and began down it. She was keeping a sharp lookout for any creatures; the worst of the stinging in her backside had gone away, but her bottom was still pretty sore. Getting smacks from four creatures right in a row had been a bit much. She didn't want any more of them getting to her and adding to her discomfort!
As she moved along the corridor she thought about the work she had done for her mother these last two months. That was the work she did during normal company hours. Most of it was interesting, although her mother kept trying to mix in some more mundane tasks; her mother claimed it helped build character. Kayla didn't agree - she hated doing mindless tasks. Let someone else sweep the damned rugs ... that was a task she truly detested. The only thing she hated even more was washing the floors with the stupid floor-washing machine. When her mother had suggested she do that, Kayla had put up such a fuss that her mother finally gave up asking. Kayla considered that a major victory.
Kayla spotted a door on the left side of the hallway. She had to be cautious here! First she checked carefully for floor traps, learning from her prior mistake. Not seeing any, she pushed her back against the right side of the hallway - the side opposite the door. Then, keeping her back pressed against the wall, she began moving past the door. She kept her gun aimed right at it, ready for anything that might pop out. As she proceeded, the door cracked open! She prepared to fire. Then she felt something behind her! There had been a secret door there, not plainly visible! This had caught her completely off-guard. Yelping with fright as a creature grabbed her, she dropped her gun. As she felt the inevitable sharp slaps against her backside, the door opposite her opened the rest of the way and a strange blobby, gelatinous creature emerged. Fortunately for Kayla this creature was moving slowly; she would have plenty of time to get it once she recovered her gun. The creature which had grabbed her from behind and spanked her disappeared. She looked for her gun. It was under the creature approaching her! Now how was she supposed to get it? She backed away from the creature - she'd wait until it passed over the gun, then she'd try to run past the creature and get it. There was a good chance she'd get some more slaps on her rear for her trouble, but she had no choice - she HAD to recover her weapon. Nothing else was effective against these virtual creatures!
The slow-moving creature, rather than continuing toward her, turned and started to head back into the room. Good - now she could recover her gun. Then Kayla watched in horror as the gun, apparently stuck to the creature, moved along with it! She had never thought of that!! The creature with the gun still stuck to it went back into the room and shut the door. She immediately went to the door and tried to open it. She couldn't! It wouldn't budge! She was defenseless! She heard a noise coming from farther down the corridor and saw several creatures approaching. She had to get out of there! Without her gun she had no way of stopping them! She'd have to come back to the door later.
She ran all the way back to the spiral stairs and then took another corridor. Happily she had put some distance between herself and her pursuers. The corridor led to a long, straight stairway, descending into regions unknown. She didn't like the look of it and quickly glanced behind her. She saw her pursuers just reaching the intersection of the three corridors at the top of the spiral stairs. She couldn't go back - her only escape was the long stairway down.
She descended the stairs; they went down quite a way. Finally reaching the bottom she came to ... a dead end!!! The stairs ended at an empty wall! She quickly looked it over - sure enough, it was a wall and not a hidden door. She had to go back! She looked up the stairs and saw her pursuers just starting to come down the steps. She was trapped! There was nowhere to go and no way for her to defend herself! She watched with horror as many other creatures joined the few she had originally spotted. It looked like every creature in the house was coming down the stairs! What could she do?? She turned and banged on the wall. There was no escape!
A pitiful little whimper escaped her lips. The entire stairway was filled with creatures and more kept coming into view at the top. It would be unimaginable what would happen when they caught up with her! She started quivering. "Mama?" she said in terror.
As if by magic her surroundings changed. The house disappeared, taking the creatures with it. She was back in the lab lying face up on the couch! Her mother was there looking down at her. "KAYLA!!! KAYLA!!!" her mother cried, sheer panic on her face.
Kayla heard another voice. It was talking to her mother, reassuring her: "It's OK, Linda, she's fine!" The voice was Ann's, one of Kayla's researcher friends at the company.
As Linda looked at the monitors and confirmed her daughter was OK, her demeanor changed completely. Gone was the look of desperate concern. Now her face was red, and growing even redder. Her eyes blazed with anger beyond anything Kayla had ever witnessed. For a brief moment Kayla wondered if she might be better off back in the simulation, creatures notwithstanding.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING????" Kayla's mother shouted.
Linda pulled her daughter into a sitting position and helped her off the couch. She was surprisingly gentle considering her ire. Linda was actually shaking. Kayla swallowed nervously.
Linda, painfully pinching her daughter's left earlobe between her fingers, guided Kayla over to a chair. She sat in it and pulled Kayla across her lap. Then she began spanking her ... hard!
The instant the simulation had ended, the stinging in Kayla's bottom had disappeared completely. Her mother was doing her level best to restore that feeling. Over and over her hand came down upon Kayla's jean-covered bottom. Kayla started to cry.
While the smacks from her mother's hand hurt, it wasn't the pain that was causing Kayla's tears. Rather, it was from a release of emotions. Her mother's anger and the fact that she was the cause of it was very upsetting to the girl. Kayla had also just had a considerable fright; that had been mercifully brief, yet had been quite intense. Added to this was the fact that Kayla was experiencing something entirely new. Growing up, the worst she had ever received was an occasional light attention-getting swat. She was never given an actual spanking in her life.
Ann, who had come into the room with Kayla's mother, quietly excused herself and left. She liked Kayla and often talked to her, but knew that what the girl had done was inexcusable. As she retreated from the scene she continued hearing the slaps of Linda's palm on her daughter's bottom, as well as the sound of Kayla crying. She shook her head and thought, "I'd sure hate to be Kayla right now! It's her own fault though - she should know better than to take a chance like that! I like her, but she's getting what she deserves!"
Linda continued wailing away on her daughter's bottom, not holding back in the least. It wasn't only her anger that was driving this - Linda had had quite a scare.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED?" Linda shouted as she continued spanking her daughter.
Kayla, crying hard, said, "I'm sorry!!!!"
"YOU KNOW THIS IS STILL EXPERIMENTAL!"
Kayla had rarely heard her mother raise her voice, much less shout. Kayla knew her mother was very upset! The repeated hard strikes of her mother's palm against her bottom confirmed this.
Linda wasn't showing any signs of letting up. She was spanking her daughter every bit as hard and fast now as when she had first started.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING???"
Kayla had no answer for this.
Linda hadn't even noticed that Ann had left; in fact she had forgotten Ann was ever even there! Her daughter's bottom had her full attention. The sound of Linda's descending palm connecting with its target filled the room. Kayla's crying added to the noise.
Although she didn't realize it, Kayla's lower garment choice for the day had worked in her favor; the denim fabric of her jeans helped soften the blows she was receiving. The back pockets provided some extra insulation as well. Kayla was still feeling a good bit of discomfort, however! Her mother was surprisingly strong!
Then the pace of the spanking began to slow. Just the pace, not the intensity - when Linda's open hand connected with her daughter's bottom it was still at full power.
As another minute elapsed, the rate of the stinging slaps continued to wane. Kayla sensed that the spanking would end soon. At least she hoped it would!
After a little while longer the spanking stopped completely, to Kayla's great relief. She automatically assumed her mother's anger had finally lessened. But she was wrong about this. The reason her mother had stopped was because her hand was hurting - it simply hurt too much for her to continue. Kayla was fortunate there was nothing in reach, such as a ruler, that her mother could grab to allow her to continue punishing her daughter without sacrificing her hand. That would certainly have led Kayla to a greatly extended stay over her mother's lap! There was no suitable spanking tool nearby, though, so her mother allowed Kayla to get up.
Linda was still struggling to get her fear and anger under control. She had been badly frightened when she saw her daughter lying on the couch with the simulation equipment running. Linda knew, far better than her daughter, about the potential dangers of this equipment. She took several deep breaths, then took her daughter by the arm and led her out of the room.
Linda led her daughter to her office, a spacious area with an attached private bathroom, complete with shower. Kayla was familiar with her mother's office, as Linda often let her use the room. In fact Kayla kept some of her own things in the bathroom.
Linda guided her daughter to a corner of the room. "Now you keep your nose in that corner until I tell you you can move," Linda instructed Kayla. "I'll be back - I have some things I need to check out. You're in SOOOOO much trouble."
Kayla turned and looked at her mother with questioning eyes. In a quavering voice she said, "I love you, mom."
Linda gave Kayla a big hug. Holding her daughter tightly, she said, "I love you too, Kayla." She held her a little while longer, then released her and looked her in the eyes. Linda's expression was affectionate, yet angry. "But you're still in BIG trouble, young lady!"
Linda turned her daughter so she was again facing the corner and said, "Now you stay right there until I return. Do NOT move from that corner! We need to have a long mother/daughter talk when I get back!" Then Linda left the office.
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Linda wanted to find out exactly what had happened. She wanted to examine the program her daughter was running, as well as determine how she could have been using it on her own when there were safety mechanisms in place specifically designed to prevent that. She also wanted to find out how Kayla had managed to get the older couch working - that thing had no longer been operational.
Linda entered the room Kayla had been using and called up the details of her program on a monitor. She was feeling a little guilty about losing her cool and spanking her daughter - something she had never done before in her life! Still ... her daughter had taken a considerable risk and should have known better! "Well, when I'm done here I'll go back and sit Kayla down and discuss all this with her," she thought. Linda was finally starting to calm down.
As Linda reviewed the program, she started to frown. The "penalty" her daughter had programmed in was a dangerous thing to do! When Linda saw the state the program was in when she found Kayla - a horde of virtual creatures all ready to "attack" her - she turned completely white. She had found her daughter just in time! Linda felt sick to her stomach. It was only by chance that she had come into work extra early that day. She had an idea she wanted to test that required all the resources of their setup, so she needed to run it off-hours. She contacted Ann, one of her most dedicated and trusted employees, and asked her to meet several hours before the normal starting time. But when Linda tried to run her test she found that something was interfering with it. A detailed status check of the systems revealed a hidden program that was interfaced with the older couch. She and Ann had then gone to investigate. If it wasn't for that ...
Linda tried hard not to think about what had almost happened.
Then her anger started to grow. "Why the HELL didn't the safeties kick in? Kayla shouldn't have been able to run the program by herself!!" When she found the answer to her question she had difficulty controlling herself. Her hands clenched into fists, her face turned deep crimson, and her breathing became ragged. Her daughter had DELIBERATELY bypassed all the safety mechanisms!!! That was not an easy thing to do; it took a series of very specific and complex actions.
Linda kept herself from racing back to her office and confronting her daughter. She was too angry! She needed to calm down a little first!
She decided she'd figure out how Kayla got the older couch working. That would give her a little time to regain her composure. At the moment, she was so angry she was having trouble thinking clearly.
Linda started examining the couch. Soon she realized some new parts had been installed. "Well, that explains how it's working, but where in the world did the new components come from? We didn't have the parts available to fix this thing."
Puzzled, Linda pulled up a list of recent purchases made by the company. She found the parts which had been required to fix the older couch and then called up the purchasing details for those parts. What she found made her even angrier, which was quite a feat. Kayla had forged her mother's credentials to make the purchases! Her daughter had essentially stolen from her own mother's company!
Linda stood up. She forced herself to remain there for a couple of minutes taking deep breaths. Then she started walking to her office, her pace unhurried. The one thought that kept going through Linda's mind was "This will never happen again."
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Kayla looked back at her mother when she heard her come into the office.
"Just stay there," her mother told her, her voice cold.
Linda disappeared into the bathroom a few moments, then reemerged carrying something. She walked behind her desk and started pushing her chair out from behind it. She hesitated, seeing that it had armrests. She then returned it to its original location and walked across the room where there were a couple of wooden chairs - these didn't have armrests. She picked one up and moved it near the center of the room, then sat down on it. "Come over here, Kayla," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.
As Kayla turned and approached, she saw her mother sitting there holding a hairbrush. Kayla hesitated.
"Stand right here," her mother said, pointing to a position to the right of the chair.
Kayla's legs felt rubbery as she approached her mother. When she reached the designated position she stood and looked into her mother's eyes. Her mother stared back at her, expressionless. Then her mother placed the hairbrush on the floor to the left of the chair.
Linda reached over and started unbuttoning her daughter's jeans. Automatically Kayla's hands moved to block this intrusion.
"Get your hands out of the way!"
Her mother's commanding voice allowed no room for argument. Kayla did as she was told, dropping her hands to her sides.
Her mother finished unbuttoning her jeans, then opened her zipper. Kayla exhaled sharply as her mother pulled her jeans down to her knees.
Then she grabbed the sides of her daughter's panties.
"MOM!!!!"
Ignoring her daughter's protest, Linda slid Kayla's panties over her hips and down to her knees. She then pulled her daughter across her lap. Kayla didn't struggle.
Linda bent to the left, trying to reach the hairbrush resting on the floor. Then she sat up straight again and said, "Hand me the hairbrush."
"Mom ..."
"NOW!!!"
Kayla, lying over her mother's lap, picked up the hairbrush. She saw it was an old wooden one - very sturdy. Kayla handed it back to her mother.
Kayla's mother said, "I've just been reviewing the program you were running." Although her mother's voice was flat, Kayla had the impression she was ready to explode ... just like a boiler whose pressure limit has been exceeded.
Kayla thought to herself, "Oh, no ..."
Kayla felt her mother's arm press against her lower back, holding her firmly down.
"You're aware, I assume, that NO program is EVER to be run until it has been verified by the entire team?"
As Kayla opened her mouth to answer, her mother gave her a hard smack with the hairbrush.
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Kayla grunted. A look of surprise and dismay appeared on her face. The impact of the heavy wooden hairbrush on her naked cheek had HURT!
"And that no one is EVER allowed to run a program without another person there monitoring it?"
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Before Kayla could even open her mouth the hairbrush had descended upon her other cheek. Now they both were stinging!
"THEN WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?????"
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Kayla's mother started delivering a series of hard, fast smacks to her daughter's bare bottom. Through the distress building in her rear, Kayla blurted out, "I'm sorry!!"
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"You're SORRY???"
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"You're SORRY???" her mother repeated.
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"Do you have ANY idea what could have HAPPENED???"
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Kayla's bottom was blazing from the punishment her mother was delivering. Kayla wanted to say SOMETHING, but had no idea what! Tears started to fall.
"Do you know WHY we have SAFETY PROTOCOLS????"
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Kayla managed to get out, "I'm SORRY, Mom, I'm SORRY!!!"
Kayla's mother, ignoring her daughter, said, "That thing connects directly to your nervous system! It's EXPERIMENTAL!! AND YOU BYPASSED THE FUCKING SAFETIES!!!!!"
Kayla had never heard her mother use that word in her life. She had little time to contemplate that fact, however, as her mother disciplined her with a vengeance.
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Kayla howled from the pain. She was kicking her feet vigorously, causing her jeans and panties to travel toward her ankles.
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As Kayla cried hard, her mother paused.
In a few moments, she told her daughter:
"You must NEVER ..."
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"... EVER ..."
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"... EVER ..."
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"... do anything like that again!!!"
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"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME???"
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Bawling, Kayla shouted a mournful "YES!!"
"And there's another thing," Kayla heard her mother say.
"Oh my God No!" Kayla thought. She reached her hands back to cover her bottom. Her left hand was blocked by the back of the chair, but she got her right hand over her backside.
"GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THE WAY!!!"
In a flash, Kayla complied, putting her hands back out in front of her and returning full access to her bare bottom to her angry mother.
"I couldn't help but notice that you restored the older couch to full operation."
Kayla had forgotten all about that. She dreaded what she feared was coming. Her bottom hurt SO badly!!!
"Did you think it was appropriate for you to purchase things using my name?" her mother asked.
"No, mom." What else could she say?
"Do you have any idea how expensive some of that stuff was?"
Kayla didn't respond; she had no idea of the cost.
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"WELL??" her mother prompted.
"I don't know!!" Kayla quickly responded.
"It was a LOT!!"
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Then her mother started listing the various components Kayla had illicitly purchased. She punctuated each item with a series of corrective smacks.
"A Mark 3 Variable Waveform Converter!" her mother said.
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"A Bidirectional EEG Amplifier!"
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"I'M SORRY MOM!!!"
"TWO Model 7 Pulse Inverters!" her mother continued.
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Kayla really, really wished her mother would stop listing the components out to her.
"Then there's the HCLC Storage Unit."
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"And the Series M Data Analyzer."
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Through her tears, Kayla felt just the tiniest bit of relief that this was the last item; her mother had listed everything she had purchased illicitly.
"There's also the DV17 Interface."
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Kayla had forgotten that one. By now she had nearly kicked her jeans right off her legs.
"And the Secondary Alpha 3 Processor."
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Kayla just lay there and cried.
Her mother continued to hold Kayla over her lap, but she allowed her daughter some time to recover. As soon as Kayla's crying started to subside a little, her mother started talking to her again.
"Now, Kayla, there's going to be some changes."
Kayla listened intently, desperately hoping her mother was finished spanking her.
"The one thing is, you're going to start studying all the safety procedures we use here. You're going to learn them inside out! And you're not going to just memorize them either - you're going to UNDERSTAND each and every one of them. You're going to know WHY we have them in place. Got it?"
"Yes, mom!"
This didn't sound too bad to Kayla. She relaxed a little.
"The other thing is, starting tomorrow, you're going to have some new tasks assigned to you. You'd better take them seriously and do a VERY good job with them! You're going to be doing them for the next four months in addition to your regular work."
"OK, mom!"
"First of all, you're going to start washing the windows here in the lab."
As Kayla thought, "WHAT??" her mother emphasized the stated task with a hard smack to each of her daughter's naked cheeks.
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Kayla HATED doing boring manual work! She wasn't happy about this!
"You're also going to empty all the trashcans here."
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"The place needs to be dusted, too."
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Kayla listened with disbelief. Her mother was going to make her do these things for the next FOUR MONTHS? That was almost as bad at the spanking she was getting!
"You're going to vacuum all the rugs."
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"MOM!!!"
Kayla couldn't help but to protest. Running the vacuum cleaner was something she abhorred more than almost any other job.
"And you're going to wash the floors!"
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This was the one thing she detested even more than running the vacuum. This was the thing she hated most of all. She felt almost stunned as she pictured herself having to operate the floor washing machine her mom had here at the lab.
"By HAND - on your hands and knees!!"
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Kayla heard her mother's qualification with utter disbelief. Nothing could be worse than this!
"Now, Kayla, I have to accept some of the responsibility for what happened. I've been far too easy on you. I should have provided you with more parental guidance than I did. I'm very sorry."
Kayla wasn't sure what to say.
"I'm going to correct that RIGHT NOW!!!"
As Kayla started to comprehend what this meant, she started to protest.
"BUT MOM!!!!! .........."
Her mother then started giving her daughter the guidance she promised.
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Kayla, bawling heartily, kicked her jeans all the way off.
Her mother ignored Kayla's tears and continued spanking her daughter's bare bottom hard and fast with the stout wooden hairbrush.
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Kayla's panties joined her jeans on the floor as she continued kicking vigorously.
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Kayla's bottom felt hot enough to ignite the descending hairbrush.
Unfortunately, despite her daughter's howls and wildly kicking legs, her mother still wasn't satisfied. The fleshy sounds of the hairbrush against Kayla's anguished cheeks continued.
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Kayla's mother finally stopped spanking her. Her daughter had been well and truly punished. Kayla lay over her mother's lap crying hysterically, her exposed deep crimson bottom blazing like an inferno.
Her mother held her there until she began to calm down, then she guided her daughter off her lap. Kayla was led back to the corner she had faced previously. She was wearing nothing below her waist except her socks and sneakers.
"Now you stand facing that corner until I tell you you can move," Kayla was instructed.
Kayla was embarrassed having to stand there in front of her mother wearing nothing below her waist! At least the top she was wearing partially covered her backside.
"Now ... put your hands on your head and keep them there!"
Kayla did exactly as she was told. As she put her hands on her head her top lifted up, completely exposing her punished bottom. Kayla, still crying, remained in that position as her mother sat down at her desk.
"I need to work a few things out. You stay just like that until I'm finished!" Kayla was told.
Kayla's mother then started working out a schedule for her daughter's newly assigned tasks. Linda seemed to be talking to herself as much as to her daughter.
"Let's see now ... washing the windows. Well, I think every two weeks should suffice. How about every other Wednesday?"
All things considered, Kayla didn't think that was too bad.
"Emptying the trash ... that could probably be every other day. No, let's not skimp on that one ... we'll make that every work day, Monday through Friday.
That didn't make Kayla feel any better.
"Dusting ... we certainly want to keep the place clean ... every day would be overkill though. How about twice a week for that one? Yes, Mondays and Thursdays should do it.
Kayla listened incredulously. She couldn't believe she had to stand there with her inflamed rear end exposed and listen as additional punishment was piled on!
The rugs ... not sure ... once a week? No, let's make that twice a week. Yes, we'll schedule that for Tuesdays and Fridays.
Kayla silently groaned.
Now ... washing the floors. I'll have to remember to get some kneepads for that - she'll need those. Once a week will be more than enough, in fact once every two weeks should do it. No ... this is part of her punishment ... she needs to learn! We'll make it twice a week - Mondays and Thursdays. No ... still not enough. Three times a week - Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
Kayla found this hard to even comprehend.
Then Kayla heard her mother pick up the phone and make a call. She heard her say, "Hi Ann, could you come up to my office please?"
Kayla took her hands off her head and turned. She started to leave the corner.
"GET BACK IN THAT CORNER!" her mother yelled.
Kayla looked at her in disbelief. "But I can't! Ann's coming up here!!"
"If you don't get back in that corner RIGHT NOW you're getting more with the hairbrush!!"
"BUT MOM!!!"
"NOW!!!!"
Kayla returned to the corner and faced it. Her hands were at her sides. She started crying hard.
"Get your hands back on your head RIGHT NOW!!!"
Kayla complied. Her punished bottom was again fully exposed.
Soon Ann entered the office. She stumbled and nearly fell when she saw Kayla standing in the corner with her bottom bared! She winced when she saw its deep red color. "Wow, her mother really gave it to her! I'll bet that smarts!!" she thought to herself. She heard Kayla crying; she couldn't help but to feel some sympathy for the girl.
Linda said to Ann, "You're one of my most trusted employees. You're almost family."
Ann nodded to her boss, not sure where this was going.
Linda continued, "I wonder if you'd do me a favor. It's strictly up to you, of course."
Ann listened carefully, although her eyes kept darting over to Kayla standing in the corner.
Linda said, "You've been coming in to work on Saturdays on a regular basis."
Ann confirmed this with a nod.
"What I'd like you to do if you're willing - again, this is strictly optional - is to work with Kayla here a couple of hours every Saturday. I'd like you to go over all of our safety equipment and procedures. I'd like her to learn it inside and out."
"Sure, Linda," Ann replied.
"What time do you usually come in on Saturdays?" Linda asked her.
"Well, I tend to be an early bird. I come in around 7:00 AM."
Linda said, "That will be fine. Kayla will be here promptly at 7:00 in the morning every Saturday."
An odd noise, sort of a deep groan, emanated from the corner.
Linda said, "I really appreciate this, Ann. You can expect a bonus in your paycheck!"
Ann smiled.
"Now, if my daughter gives you any trouble, any trouble at all - if she's not learning as fast as you think she should, or if she gives you an attitude, or if she comes in late - even by a minute - I want you to spank her with this." Linda held up the hairbrush. "I keep this in the bathroom attached to this office. You have my permission to get it whenever you need it!"
A look of shock and surprise appeared on Ann's face. Unseen, a similar expression appeared on Kayla's face.
Linda emphasized, "I mean it, Ann. This is very important to me. If she doesn't give her full effort into learning about safety here, I want you to spank her hard! Will you please promise me you'll do that?"
Ann, still shocked, agreed.
"Now if you need to spank my daughter and she puts up too much of a struggle, you just give me a call. Rest assured, the problem will be remedied right away!"
Kayla simply could not believe what she was hearing. Her mother was giving this young woman ... a 24 year old ... permission to SPANK her??? Why, she was only 6 years older than Kayla!
Kayla felt miserable. Her bottom hurt terribly, she was going to have to do manual work she hated (for four months!), she was going to have to get up early every Saturday and come into the office to study, and, maybe worst of all, she felt horribly embarrassed having Ann see her like this!
Kayla naturally didn't know it at the time, but over the course of the next few months she and Ann were to become good friends. They had already gotten along well before this incident; as they worked closely together, first on safety and later on some other areas, they grew to greatly respect each other. Kayla, with one exception (quickly addressed by Ann), put a genuine effort into learning what Ann taught her.
But that brighter future had not yet arrived. At the moment Kayla was most unhappy and was greatly relieved when Ann left the office.
After Ann left, Kayla's mother looked at her watch and said, "You can get cleaned up and dressed now. There's a short meeting that I have scheduled for today - it starts in about two hours. I want you to attend it. You just need to listen in; you don't need to actually participate."
Kayla had no idea what that was all about. Her mother didn't provide any additional information, however, and left the office at that point.
Kayla used the shower in her mother's private bathroom, then got herself dressed and prepared to go to the meeting. She thought it would look silly having her standing there listening (as there was no way she'd be able to sit down for it!) but she'd do what her mother asked.
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Just before the meeting started, Linda came to her office to collect her daughter.
"Just so you know," Kayla's mother said, "I've been talking to Ann about what happened today. I've asked her to please keep it all to herself. I suspect you'd rather not have the other employees here knowing what took place!"
Kayla totally agreed. It would be almost unbearable to have the other employees know she had violated many of the rules and had then been spanked for it!!! It was embarrassing enough having Ann know about it!
"Let's head up to the meeting now. It'll be starting shortly."
Kayla followed her mother to the meeting room. Her mother had placed a chair there for her daughter, positioned back from the table. The other attendees were already present.
Kayla whispered to her mother, "I'd rather stand, if it's OK."
Her mother whispered back, "No - you're going to sit in that chair for the entire meeting."
Kayla looked at her mother. Seeing the no-nonsense expression on her face, she grimaced and walked over to the chair. She saw it was a tall, hardwood chair with no padding! Bracing herself, she sat down. To cover the groan that came out she deliberately coughed.
The chair was high enough that Kayla's feet didn't reach the ground. Since it was back from the table she had nothing to lean against. Her sore bottom was pressed firmly down into the unyielding wood. Kayla looked at the other meeting attendees, wondering if they had any idea how uncomfortable she was. But no one other than Ann, who kept glancing over at her, was paying much attention to her.
Her mother said to the group, "OK, let's get started. As I already mentioned, my daughter Kayla, who you all know, will be sitting in on today's meeting. We don't have a whole lot to cover - about a half an hour should do it."
On the one hand, this didn't sound too long to Kayla. But the wooden chair really aggravated her tender bottom. It hurt keeping completely still, yet it hurt even more if she moved in the slightest. A half an hour was going to be a long time!
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Linda had quickly gone through item after item with the group as her daughter sat there painfully and listened. Linda had been right about the meeting time - it had been going on for nearly half an hour as she got to the last item on the list - the budget.
"I have to apologize for this," Linda said, "but I made some purchases without running them by anyone first. I know that's not our normal procedure - I just wanted to run some additional tests on the earlier version of the couch."
Kayla was grateful her mother was protecting her by pretending she had made the purchases that, in fact, Kayla had made herself! The last thing she would have wanted was for the group of employees to find out what she had done. In retrospect, she wondered what she could have been thinking when she made those purchases by pretending to be her mother!
"How much was spent?" someone asked.
When her mother responded an uproar ensued. Kayla winced as she heard some of the comments that were made; some of the attendees were really upset about the unplanned costs! Her mother had to repeatedly apologize. Kayla felt guilty about having put her mother in that uncomfortable position. Still, she was more than ready now to leave her OWN uncomfortable position - having to sit on the wooden chair after being spanked so soundly with the hairbrush was quite a significant punishment in itself! She was more than ready for it to end! Fortunately the meeting was winding down so she'd shortly be able to get off the chair, thank heavens!
Someone said, "We'll have to redo the whole budget! That'll take us at least an hour!"
"I know, and again I apologize for this. I promise it won't happen again. All we can do at this point is, as you suggest, revise the budget."
"Can we work through it now?" an attendee asked.
Linda responded, "Yes, I think that's an excellent idea. No time like the present. I'm not in any hurry to leave ... are any of you?" She looked meaningfully at her daughter.
A strange-sounding coughing fit came from Kayla's direction.
Kayla couldn't believe she was going to have to continue sitting there, most uncomfortably, for an HOUR as they fixed a problem she herself had created! Kayla saw Ann looking over at her. This embarrassed her as Ann had seen her punished bottom and must know it really hurt sitting on that chair! Kayla didn't want any of the others to catch on, though, so she put a smile on her face and forced herself to cheerfully say, "Nope! I'm in no hurry!"
The budget revisions took a little longer than expected - it took two full hours to complete them.
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Linda was examining her old sorority paddle that she had just retrieved from the attic. It was a large, thick wooden thing that said "Bun Warmer" in large, bold letters. Under this were Greek letters representing her sorority. She recalled her experience with this very paddle during a hazing ritual years ago. She could definitely confirm the veracity of the paddle's claim. Her buns had indeed been warmed most effectively by this thing!
Kayla had been staying at home the past few days except when she went into the office. She hadn't wanted to go out with her friends right at the moment - it would be rather difficult to explain why she had to put several pillows on her seat, and then gingerly lower herself onto them, every time she wanted to sit down! On the other hand, the discomfort from her experience was starting to subside; today she was only using a single pillow to sit on. She expected she wouldn't need a pillow tomorrow at all.
When Kayla saw her mother holding her old sorority paddle, she was understandably concerned.
"What's that for??" Kayla squeaked.
"Relax," Kayla's mother said, "I'm not going to use this on you."
Kayla was quite relieved.
Kayla's mother changed the subject: "Kayla, you know I had to let your father know what happened, right?"
"Yes, mom." Kayla wasn't thrilled with this news, but she wasn't surprised either.
"Well, he was very concerned of course when he heard about the chances you took and how it almost ended in disaster."
Kayla just nodded in affirmation.
"He was so concerned that he decided to take a break from his trip and come back to see you!"
This was a surprise to Kayla.
"He'll be arriving today."
"Oh!!" Kayla replied. She'd be glad to see her father!
Then Kayla remembered her original question. "But what about that?" she said, nodding toward the paddle in her mother's hand.
"Well, just when I finished telling your father what you had done and right after he mentioned he was coming back, he asked me to get this out of storage."
As Kayla's eyes widened, the doorbell rang.
Kayla's mother looked at her watch and said, "That'll be him now!"
*** The End ***
Moving with feline poise and grace, Kayla moved cautiously down the hallway. Her auburn hair flowed onto her yellow top. Her firm, round breasts pushed this garment delightfully outward, as if they were seeking to free themselves from containment. The curves of her bottom transformed her ordinary blue jeans into a thing of sensual beauty, something which, were they able to speak, chairs everywhere would be begging to meet.
The hallway was dreary and dimly lit; it would have been right at home in a haunted house flick. She was nervous, yet there was a small smile on her face. She continued down the dim corridor, nothing but old paintings and flickering lights on either side, until she came to a point where it made a 90 degree turn to the right. There she pressed her back against the wall and prepared to take a quick look around the corner.
Holding her gun at the ready, she poked her head out. She breathed a small sigh of relief - the hallway was clear. Carefully, she turned the corner and proceeded forward, constantly scanning for any activity. Kayla knew things could happen with little or no warning. Keeping her gun in the firing position, she continued on. It was a strange gun - some kind of high-tech device which fired a narrow red beam of light. She knew the only thing it worked on was the denizens of this place. She could aim the gun at anything else, including herself, and pull the trigger - all that would happen is a small, harmless, spot of light would show. She also knew her gun was the ONLY thing that would work on the inhabitants here.
Farther down the hallway there were four doors, two on each side of the corridor. She cursed under her breath; she had to get by them, but it was risky. She couldn't keep all the doors covered at once. Something could pop out of any one of them as she passed by.
Stealthily, she walked down the hallway and stopped when she reached the doors. She thought about trying to dash past them, but, wincing, decided against it. The last time she tried that strategy it hadn't worked well. Slowly and noiselessly, she started past the doors. Just as she reached the midway point, all four doors flew open! Strange, indescribable creatures came forth. She dispatched the first one with a beam of light from her gun, seeing it dissolve into nothingness. But then the others were on her!
She managed to get the second of them, but then the other two overpowered her. She felt a series of sharp, stinging slaps against her bottom. Apparently satisfied, the other two creatures then disappeared.
"Damn it!" she swore, gingerly rubbing her backside. "I didn't realize it would hurt quite this much!" She knew there was no turning back, though. That was the whole point - she HAD to get out of this place. Until she did she would continue having encounters like the one she had just experienced. Running her hand through her hair, she proceeded down the hallway.
She was in a world of her own creation. Her mother, Linda, ran a company which was developing a revolutionary virtual reality technology. Unlike other VR setups, theirs didn't require the user to wear goggles or other special equipment. All that was needed was for the user to lie on a special couch. The system then interfaced directly with the user's nervous system. The results were staggering; to all five senses the ensuing virtual world seemed completely real.
As Kayla neared the end of the hallway she saw a single doorway to the right. It was partially open. "Not this time!" she thought. She had no intention of allowing herself to be hit by any creatures hiding inside. Aiming her gun through the doorway, she kicked the door the rest of the way open.
Immediately the floor dropped out from under her - it was a trap! She fell about 10 feet and landed on a pile of mattresses. Before she could recover from her fall she was surrounded by monsters! There were four of them! They were on top of her before she could get off a single shot. One by one the creatures delivered a series of stinging slaps to her increasingly sore rump. Then, like the others, they disappeared.
Again rubbing her damaged member, Kayla chided herself for falling for so obvious a trap. This was so different, though, than other games she had played. In a conventional computer game of the type she liked, combat-type games, there was no real penalty for losing. So what if her character was hurt or killed? She could simply restart the game! Not so in her virtual world - here there was a penalty for screwing up! Every time she was caught by one of the creatures in here, she'd get a few hard slaps on her bottom. That tended to make her extra cautious, which in turn made the game harder. This was something she had not anticipated.
She had set her world up this way quite deliberately; she wanted to add some actual risk to make her gaming experience more intense. By adding an element of "punishment" to her virtual world she hoped to increase the thrill and enjoyment of it. Despite her stinging bottom, her experience was meeting every expectation she could possibly have.
Her world was unbelievably real. She had chosen a "haunted house" setting; an ominous, mazelike structure with dim lighting and strange noises, filled with weird creatures. She was genuinely nervous in here: not scared out of her wits - that wouldn't be fun at all - but definitely apprehensive. The fact that every time one of the inhabitants grabbed her she got spanked added to her pleasant feeling of anxiety!
This last encounter, however, had her second guessing herself. She was concerned she had made things too difficult. While she could not be physically injured - after all, at the moment she was lying on a couch in the real world - things could still get pretty unpleasant. Since the system was essentially connected right to her nervous system, she felt things that happened in the virtual world exactly as she'd feel them in real life. Her sore backside was a good example. Once she exited the program the stinging would instantly disappear. There would be no marks or redness whatsoever. While in her simulation though, the more smacks she got from creatures which caught her, the more it would hurt. She had not programmed any limits on the number of slaps she could potentially get. She was starting to think that may have been a mistake.
The other thing that was starting to concern her was the way she had set up the virtual world's exit. The program would continue running until she found her way out of the house. There was no other way to get back to the real world. She was now thinking to herself she should have added in an emergency exit. On the other hand, she told herself, that would have diminished the experience, making it too much like any other game - she could simply duck out of the game when things got tough.
Kayla looked around the room she had fallen into. There were two doorways. Taking her best guess as to which one would eventually lead her out of the house, she proceeded to exit the room. After a short distance she came upon a stairway which spiraled upward. Ever cautious, she began her ascent.
Kayla was both athletic and intelligent, enjoying sports but taking to academics as well. This was her first year at college. She was in a work-study program which divided her time between coursework at the school and employment at one of the approved outside companies. She had already completed her six months of coursework and was now working at her mother's firm. In the two months she had worked there she had learned a great deal - seeing theories put into practice provided an entirely different perspective.
She had already been familiar with the work being done at her mother's company prior to her studies at college - both her mother and a number of the researchers there had spent countless hours discussing it with her. This had given her a huge head start on her virtual world. She had developed it in secret, working outside of normal hours. She knew she was breaking quite a few rules - no one was ever supposed to enter a virtual world with this equipment without someone constantly monitoring them, for example - but that made it all the more exciting. She was sure her mother would be quite displeased if she knew about this! Fortunately, Kayla had been very careful to cover her tracks.
The couch she was using was one that had been discontinued in favor of a newer model. It worked just fine though. Well ... it did once she replaced some of the components, anyway. This older couch was located in a separate area, so even if someone came into the building to work they wouldn't know she was using it.
Kayla was staying with her mother during her six month employment period. Her father would be away for the first five of those months. His role in the company had become mainly focused on marketing; he was currently on an extended trip trying to drum up future business for when their prototype system had been developed into something that could be sold.
As Kayla continued climbing the spiral stairs she thought ahead to her next adventure. The next time she entered this virtual world she'd definitely add a secondary exit. She wanted to do this in a way that didn't ruin the overall experience though - she didn't want to make the exit easy to use. She really didn't HAVE to have an alternate way out of the simulation - after all the house wasn't all THAT big, so there really wasn't any risk of her not being able to get out - it's just that she was a little uncomfortable having just that one exit. Suppose something unanticipated happened that made that exit inaccessible. It shouldn't, but still ... she wouldn't be able to get out of the virtual world until someone found her lying on the couch and shut the simulation down. She thought maybe she could add an 'Emergency Exit' bracelet. If she pressed a button on the bracelet, the emergency exit would appear right in front of her. She would have to set it up to make it undesirable to actually use that exit though. There would have to be a SEVERE penalty for using it to escape. The obvious choice for that kind of penalty would be a long, hard spanking. That would prevent her from using it except for a true emergency!
As she continued thinking, she finally reached the top of the stairs. Hallways went out from that point in three directions. She had lost her orientation - at the moment she had no idea which way to go. She'd simply have to start along one hallway at random until she got her bearings; it shouldn't take long.
She picked a corridor and began down it. She was keeping a sharp lookout for any creatures; the worst of the stinging in her backside had gone away, but her bottom was still pretty sore. Getting smacks from four creatures right in a row had been a bit much. She didn't want any more of them getting to her and adding to her discomfort!
As she moved along the corridor she thought about the work she had done for her mother these last two months. That was the work she did during normal company hours. Most of it was interesting, although her mother kept trying to mix in some more mundane tasks; her mother claimed it helped build character. Kayla didn't agree - she hated doing mindless tasks. Let someone else sweep the damned rugs ... that was a task she truly detested. The only thing she hated even more was washing the floors with the stupid floor-washing machine. When her mother had suggested she do that, Kayla had put up such a fuss that her mother finally gave up asking. Kayla considered that a major victory.
Kayla spotted a door on the left side of the hallway. She had to be cautious here! First she checked carefully for floor traps, learning from her prior mistake. Not seeing any, she pushed her back against the right side of the hallway - the side opposite the door. Then, keeping her back pressed against the wall, she began moving past the door. She kept her gun aimed right at it, ready for anything that might pop out. As she proceeded, the door cracked open! She prepared to fire. Then she felt something behind her! There had been a secret door there, not plainly visible! This had caught her completely off-guard. Yelping with fright as a creature grabbed her, she dropped her gun. As she felt the inevitable sharp slaps against her backside, the door opposite her opened the rest of the way and a strange blobby, gelatinous creature emerged. Fortunately for Kayla this creature was moving slowly; she would have plenty of time to get it once she recovered her gun. The creature which had grabbed her from behind and spanked her disappeared. She looked for her gun. It was under the creature approaching her! Now how was she supposed to get it? She backed away from the creature - she'd wait until it passed over the gun, then she'd try to run past the creature and get it. There was a good chance she'd get some more slaps on her rear for her trouble, but she had no choice - she HAD to recover her weapon. Nothing else was effective against these virtual creatures!
The slow-moving creature, rather than continuing toward her, turned and started to head back into the room. Good - now she could recover her gun. Then Kayla watched in horror as the gun, apparently stuck to the creature, moved along with it! She had never thought of that!! The creature with the gun still stuck to it went back into the room and shut the door. She immediately went to the door and tried to open it. She couldn't! It wouldn't budge! She was defenseless! She heard a noise coming from farther down the corridor and saw several creatures approaching. She had to get out of there! Without her gun she had no way of stopping them! She'd have to come back to the door later.
She ran all the way back to the spiral stairs and then took another corridor. Happily she had put some distance between herself and her pursuers. The corridor led to a long, straight stairway, descending into regions unknown. She didn't like the look of it and quickly glanced behind her. She saw her pursuers just reaching the intersection of the three corridors at the top of the spiral stairs. She couldn't go back - her only escape was the long stairway down.
She descended the stairs; they went down quite a way. Finally reaching the bottom she came to ... a dead end!!! The stairs ended at an empty wall! She quickly looked it over - sure enough, it was a wall and not a hidden door. She had to go back! She looked up the stairs and saw her pursuers just starting to come down the steps. She was trapped! There was nowhere to go and no way for her to defend herself! She watched with horror as many other creatures joined the few she had originally spotted. It looked like every creature in the house was coming down the stairs! What could she do?? She turned and banged on the wall. There was no escape!
A pitiful little whimper escaped her lips. The entire stairway was filled with creatures and more kept coming into view at the top. It would be unimaginable what would happen when they caught up with her! She started quivering. "Mama?" she said in terror.
As if by magic her surroundings changed. The house disappeared, taking the creatures with it. She was back in the lab lying face up on the couch! Her mother was there looking down at her. "KAYLA!!! KAYLA!!!" her mother cried, sheer panic on her face.
Kayla heard another voice. It was talking to her mother, reassuring her: "It's OK, Linda, she's fine!" The voice was Ann's, one of Kayla's researcher friends at the company.
As Linda looked at the monitors and confirmed her daughter was OK, her demeanor changed completely. Gone was the look of desperate concern. Now her face was red, and growing even redder. Her eyes blazed with anger beyond anything Kayla had ever witnessed. For a brief moment Kayla wondered if she might be better off back in the simulation, creatures notwithstanding.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING????" Kayla's mother shouted.
Linda pulled her daughter into a sitting position and helped her off the couch. She was surprisingly gentle considering her ire. Linda was actually shaking. Kayla swallowed nervously.
Linda, painfully pinching her daughter's left earlobe between her fingers, guided Kayla over to a chair. She sat in it and pulled Kayla across her lap. Then she began spanking her ... hard!
The instant the simulation had ended, the stinging in Kayla's bottom had disappeared completely. Her mother was doing her level best to restore that feeling. Over and over her hand came down upon Kayla's jean-covered bottom. Kayla started to cry.
While the smacks from her mother's hand hurt, it wasn't the pain that was causing Kayla's tears. Rather, it was from a release of emotions. Her mother's anger and the fact that she was the cause of it was very upsetting to the girl. Kayla had also just had a considerable fright; that had been mercifully brief, yet had been quite intense. Added to this was the fact that Kayla was experiencing something entirely new. Growing up, the worst she had ever received was an occasional light attention-getting swat. She was never given an actual spanking in her life.
Ann, who had come into the room with Kayla's mother, quietly excused herself and left. She liked Kayla and often talked to her, but knew that what the girl had done was inexcusable. As she retreated from the scene she continued hearing the slaps of Linda's palm on her daughter's bottom, as well as the sound of Kayla crying. She shook her head and thought, "I'd sure hate to be Kayla right now! It's her own fault though - she should know better than to take a chance like that! I like her, but she's getting what she deserves!"
Linda continued wailing away on her daughter's bottom, not holding back in the least. It wasn't only her anger that was driving this - Linda had had quite a scare.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED?" Linda shouted as she continued spanking her daughter.
Kayla, crying hard, said, "I'm sorry!!!!"
"YOU KNOW THIS IS STILL EXPERIMENTAL!"
Kayla had rarely heard her mother raise her voice, much less shout. Kayla knew her mother was very upset! The repeated hard strikes of her mother's palm against her bottom confirmed this.
Linda wasn't showing any signs of letting up. She was spanking her daughter every bit as hard and fast now as when she had first started.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING???"
Kayla had no answer for this.
Linda hadn't even noticed that Ann had left; in fact she had forgotten Ann was ever even there! Her daughter's bottom had her full attention. The sound of Linda's descending palm connecting with its target filled the room. Kayla's crying added to the noise.
Although she didn't realize it, Kayla's lower garment choice for the day had worked in her favor; the denim fabric of her jeans helped soften the blows she was receiving. The back pockets provided some extra insulation as well. Kayla was still feeling a good bit of discomfort, however! Her mother was surprisingly strong!
Then the pace of the spanking began to slow. Just the pace, not the intensity - when Linda's open hand connected with her daughter's bottom it was still at full power.
As another minute elapsed, the rate of the stinging slaps continued to wane. Kayla sensed that the spanking would end soon. At least she hoped it would!
After a little while longer the spanking stopped completely, to Kayla's great relief. She automatically assumed her mother's anger had finally lessened. But she was wrong about this. The reason her mother had stopped was because her hand was hurting - it simply hurt too much for her to continue. Kayla was fortunate there was nothing in reach, such as a ruler, that her mother could grab to allow her to continue punishing her daughter without sacrificing her hand. That would certainly have led Kayla to a greatly extended stay over her mother's lap! There was no suitable spanking tool nearby, though, so her mother allowed Kayla to get up.
Linda was still struggling to get her fear and anger under control. She had been badly frightened when she saw her daughter lying on the couch with the simulation equipment running. Linda knew, far better than her daughter, about the potential dangers of this equipment. She took several deep breaths, then took her daughter by the arm and led her out of the room.
Linda led her daughter to her office, a spacious area with an attached private bathroom, complete with shower. Kayla was familiar with her mother's office, as Linda often let her use the room. In fact Kayla kept some of her own things in the bathroom.
Linda guided her daughter to a corner of the room. "Now you keep your nose in that corner until I tell you you can move," Linda instructed Kayla. "I'll be back - I have some things I need to check out. You're in SOOOOO much trouble."
Kayla turned and looked at her mother with questioning eyes. In a quavering voice she said, "I love you, mom."
Linda gave Kayla a big hug. Holding her daughter tightly, she said, "I love you too, Kayla." She held her a little while longer, then released her and looked her in the eyes. Linda's expression was affectionate, yet angry. "But you're still in BIG trouble, young lady!"
Linda turned her daughter so she was again facing the corner and said, "Now you stay right there until I return. Do NOT move from that corner! We need to have a long mother/daughter talk when I get back!" Then Linda left the office.
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Linda wanted to find out exactly what had happened. She wanted to examine the program her daughter was running, as well as determine how she could have been using it on her own when there were safety mechanisms in place specifically designed to prevent that. She also wanted to find out how Kayla had managed to get the older couch working - that thing had no longer been operational.
Linda entered the room Kayla had been using and called up the details of her program on a monitor. She was feeling a little guilty about losing her cool and spanking her daughter - something she had never done before in her life! Still ... her daughter had taken a considerable risk and should have known better! "Well, when I'm done here I'll go back and sit Kayla down and discuss all this with her," she thought. Linda was finally starting to calm down.
As Linda reviewed the program, she started to frown. The "penalty" her daughter had programmed in was a dangerous thing to do! When Linda saw the state the program was in when she found Kayla - a horde of virtual creatures all ready to "attack" her - she turned completely white. She had found her daughter just in time! Linda felt sick to her stomach. It was only by chance that she had come into work extra early that day. She had an idea she wanted to test that required all the resources of their setup, so she needed to run it off-hours. She contacted Ann, one of her most dedicated and trusted employees, and asked her to meet several hours before the normal starting time. But when Linda tried to run her test she found that something was interfering with it. A detailed status check of the systems revealed a hidden program that was interfaced with the older couch. She and Ann had then gone to investigate. If it wasn't for that ...
Linda tried hard not to think about what had almost happened.
Then her anger started to grow. "Why the HELL didn't the safeties kick in? Kayla shouldn't have been able to run the program by herself!!" When she found the answer to her question she had difficulty controlling herself. Her hands clenched into fists, her face turned deep crimson, and her breathing became ragged. Her daughter had DELIBERATELY bypassed all the safety mechanisms!!! That was not an easy thing to do; it took a series of very specific and complex actions.
Linda kept herself from racing back to her office and confronting her daughter. She was too angry! She needed to calm down a little first!
She decided she'd figure out how Kayla got the older couch working. That would give her a little time to regain her composure. At the moment, she was so angry she was having trouble thinking clearly.
Linda started examining the couch. Soon she realized some new parts had been installed. "Well, that explains how it's working, but where in the world did the new components come from? We didn't have the parts available to fix this thing."
Puzzled, Linda pulled up a list of recent purchases made by the company. She found the parts which had been required to fix the older couch and then called up the purchasing details for those parts. What she found made her even angrier, which was quite a feat. Kayla had forged her mother's credentials to make the purchases! Her daughter had essentially stolen from her own mother's company!
Linda stood up. She forced herself to remain there for a couple of minutes taking deep breaths. Then she started walking to her office, her pace unhurried. The one thought that kept going through Linda's mind was "This will never happen again."
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Kayla looked back at her mother when she heard her come into the office.
"Just stay there," her mother told her, her voice cold.
Linda disappeared into the bathroom a few moments, then reemerged carrying something. She walked behind her desk and started pushing her chair out from behind it. She hesitated, seeing that it had armrests. She then returned it to its original location and walked across the room where there were a couple of wooden chairs - these didn't have armrests. She picked one up and moved it near the center of the room, then sat down on it. "Come over here, Kayla," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.
As Kayla turned and approached, she saw her mother sitting there holding a hairbrush. Kayla hesitated.
"Stand right here," her mother said, pointing to a position to the right of the chair.
Kayla's legs felt rubbery as she approached her mother. When she reached the designated position she stood and looked into her mother's eyes. Her mother stared back at her, expressionless. Then her mother placed the hairbrush on the floor to the left of the chair.
Linda reached over and started unbuttoning her daughter's jeans. Automatically Kayla's hands moved to block this intrusion.
"Get your hands out of the way!"
Her mother's commanding voice allowed no room for argument. Kayla did as she was told, dropping her hands to her sides.
Her mother finished unbuttoning her jeans, then opened her zipper. Kayla exhaled sharply as her mother pulled her jeans down to her knees.
Then she grabbed the sides of her daughter's panties.
"MOM!!!!"
Ignoring her daughter's protest, Linda slid Kayla's panties over her hips and down to her knees. She then pulled her daughter across her lap. Kayla didn't struggle.
Linda bent to the left, trying to reach the hairbrush resting on the floor. Then she sat up straight again and said, "Hand me the hairbrush."
"Mom ..."
"NOW!!!"
Kayla, lying over her mother's lap, picked up the hairbrush. She saw it was an old wooden one - very sturdy. Kayla handed it back to her mother.
Kayla's mother said, "I've just been reviewing the program you were running." Although her mother's voice was flat, Kayla had the impression she was ready to explode ... just like a boiler whose pressure limit has been exceeded.
Kayla thought to herself, "Oh, no ..."
Kayla felt her mother's arm press against her lower back, holding her firmly down.
"You're aware, I assume, that NO program is EVER to be run until it has been verified by the entire team?"
As Kayla opened her mouth to answer, her mother gave her a hard smack with the hairbrush.
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Kayla grunted. A look of surprise and dismay appeared on her face. The impact of the heavy wooden hairbrush on her naked cheek had HURT!
"And that no one is EVER allowed to run a program without another person there monitoring it?"
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Before Kayla could even open her mouth the hairbrush had descended upon her other cheek. Now they both were stinging!
"THEN WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?????"
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"You're SORRY???" her mother repeated.
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"Do you have ANY idea what could have HAPPENED???"
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Kayla's bottom was blazing from the punishment her mother was delivering. Kayla wanted to say SOMETHING, but had no idea what! Tears started to fall.
"Do you know WHY we have SAFETY PROTOCOLS????"
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Kayla managed to get out, "I'm SORRY, Mom, I'm SORRY!!!"
Kayla's mother, ignoring her daughter, said, "That thing connects directly to your nervous system! It's EXPERIMENTAL!! AND YOU BYPASSED THE FUCKING SAFETIES!!!!!"
Kayla had never heard her mother use that word in her life. She had little time to contemplate that fact, however, as her mother disciplined her with a vengeance.
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Kayla howled from the pain. She was kicking her feet vigorously, causing her jeans and panties to travel toward her ankles.
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As Kayla cried hard, her mother paused.
In a few moments, she told her daughter:
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Bawling, Kayla shouted a mournful "YES!!"
"And there's another thing," Kayla heard her mother say.
"Oh my God No!" Kayla thought. She reached her hands back to cover her bottom. Her left hand was blocked by the back of the chair, but she got her right hand over her backside.
"GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THE WAY!!!"
In a flash, Kayla complied, putting her hands back out in front of her and returning full access to her bare bottom to her angry mother.
"I couldn't help but notice that you restored the older couch to full operation."
Kayla had forgotten all about that. She dreaded what she feared was coming. Her bottom hurt SO badly!!!
"Did you think it was appropriate for you to purchase things using my name?" her mother asked.
"No, mom." What else could she say?
"Do you have any idea how expensive some of that stuff was?"
Kayla didn't respond; she had no idea of the cost.
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"WELL??" her mother prompted.
"I don't know!!" Kayla quickly responded.
"It was a LOT!!"
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Then her mother started listing the various components Kayla had illicitly purchased. She punctuated each item with a series of corrective smacks.
"A Mark 3 Variable Waveform Converter!" her mother said.
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"A Bidirectional EEG Amplifier!"
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"I'M SORRY MOM!!!"
"TWO Model 7 Pulse Inverters!" her mother continued.
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Kayla really, really wished her mother would stop listing the components out to her.
"Then there's the HCLC Storage Unit."
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Through her tears, Kayla felt just the tiniest bit of relief that this was the last item; her mother had listed everything she had purchased illicitly.
"There's also the DV17 Interface."
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Kayla had forgotten that one. By now she had nearly kicked her jeans right off her legs.
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Kayla just lay there and cried.
Her mother continued to hold Kayla over her lap, but she allowed her daughter some time to recover. As soon as Kayla's crying started to subside a little, her mother started talking to her again.
"Now, Kayla, there's going to be some changes."
Kayla listened intently, desperately hoping her mother was finished spanking her.
"The one thing is, you're going to start studying all the safety procedures we use here. You're going to learn them inside out! And you're not going to just memorize them either - you're going to UNDERSTAND each and every one of them. You're going to know WHY we have them in place. Got it?"
"Yes, mom!"
This didn't sound too bad to Kayla. She relaxed a little.
"The other thing is, starting tomorrow, you're going to have some new tasks assigned to you. You'd better take them seriously and do a VERY good job with them! You're going to be doing them for the next four months in addition to your regular work."
"OK, mom!"
"First of all, you're going to start washing the windows here in the lab."
As Kayla thought, "WHAT??" her mother emphasized the stated task with a hard smack to each of her daughter's naked cheeks.
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Kayla HATED doing boring manual work! She wasn't happy about this!
"You're also going to empty all the trashcans here."
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"The place needs to be dusted, too."
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Kayla listened with disbelief. Her mother was going to make her do these things for the next FOUR MONTHS? That was almost as bad at the spanking she was getting!
"You're going to vacuum all the rugs."
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"MOM!!!"
Kayla couldn't help but to protest. Running the vacuum cleaner was something she abhorred more than almost any other job.
"And you're going to wash the floors!"
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This was the one thing she detested even more than running the vacuum. This was the thing she hated most of all. She felt almost stunned as she pictured herself having to operate the floor washing machine her mom had here at the lab.
"By HAND - on your hands and knees!!"
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Kayla heard her mother's qualification with utter disbelief. Nothing could be worse than this!
"Now, Kayla, I have to accept some of the responsibility for what happened. I've been far too easy on you. I should have provided you with more parental guidance than I did. I'm very sorry."
Kayla wasn't sure what to say.
"I'm going to correct that RIGHT NOW!!!"
As Kayla started to comprehend what this meant, she started to protest.
"BUT MOM!!!!! .........."
Her mother then started giving her daughter the guidance she promised.
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Kayla, bawling heartily, kicked her jeans all the way off.
Her mother ignored Kayla's tears and continued spanking her daughter's bare bottom hard and fast with the stout wooden hairbrush.
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Kayla's panties joined her jeans on the floor as she continued kicking vigorously.
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Kayla's bottom felt hot enough to ignite the descending hairbrush.
Unfortunately, despite her daughter's howls and wildly kicking legs, her mother still wasn't satisfied. The fleshy sounds of the hairbrush against Kayla's anguished cheeks continued.
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Kayla's mother finally stopped spanking her. Her daughter had been well and truly punished. Kayla lay over her mother's lap crying hysterically, her exposed deep crimson bottom blazing like an inferno.
Her mother held her there until she began to calm down, then she guided her daughter off her lap. Kayla was led back to the corner she had faced previously. She was wearing nothing below her waist except her socks and sneakers.
"Now you stand facing that corner until I tell you you can move," Kayla was instructed.
Kayla was embarrassed having to stand there in front of her mother wearing nothing below her waist! At least the top she was wearing partially covered her backside.
"Now ... put your hands on your head and keep them there!"
Kayla did exactly as she was told. As she put her hands on her head her top lifted up, completely exposing her punished bottom. Kayla, still crying, remained in that position as her mother sat down at her desk.
"I need to work a few things out. You stay just like that until I'm finished!" Kayla was told.
Kayla's mother then started working out a schedule for her daughter's newly assigned tasks. Linda seemed to be talking to herself as much as to her daughter.
"Let's see now ... washing the windows. Well, I think every two weeks should suffice. How about every other Wednesday?"
All things considered, Kayla didn't think that was too bad.
"Emptying the trash ... that could probably be every other day. No, let's not skimp on that one ... we'll make that every work day, Monday through Friday.
That didn't make Kayla feel any better.
"Dusting ... we certainly want to keep the place clean ... every day would be overkill though. How about twice a week for that one? Yes, Mondays and Thursdays should do it.
Kayla listened incredulously. She couldn't believe she had to stand there with her inflamed rear end exposed and listen as additional punishment was piled on!
The rugs ... not sure ... once a week? No, let's make that twice a week. Yes, we'll schedule that for Tuesdays and Fridays.
Kayla silently groaned.
Now ... washing the floors. I'll have to remember to get some kneepads for that - she'll need those. Once a week will be more than enough, in fact once every two weeks should do it. No ... this is part of her punishment ... she needs to learn! We'll make it twice a week - Mondays and Thursdays. No ... still not enough. Three times a week - Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
Kayla found this hard to even comprehend.
Then Kayla heard her mother pick up the phone and make a call. She heard her say, "Hi Ann, could you come up to my office please?"
Kayla took her hands off her head and turned. She started to leave the corner.
"GET BACK IN THAT CORNER!" her mother yelled.
Kayla looked at her in disbelief. "But I can't! Ann's coming up here!!"
"If you don't get back in that corner RIGHT NOW you're getting more with the hairbrush!!"
"BUT MOM!!!"
"NOW!!!!"
Kayla returned to the corner and faced it. Her hands were at her sides. She started crying hard.
"Get your hands back on your head RIGHT NOW!!!"
Kayla complied. Her punished bottom was again fully exposed.
Soon Ann entered the office. She stumbled and nearly fell when she saw Kayla standing in the corner with her bottom bared! She winced when she saw its deep red color. "Wow, her mother really gave it to her! I'll bet that smarts!!" she thought to herself. She heard Kayla crying; she couldn't help but to feel some sympathy for the girl.
Linda said to Ann, "You're one of my most trusted employees. You're almost family."
Ann nodded to her boss, not sure where this was going.
Linda continued, "I wonder if you'd do me a favor. It's strictly up to you, of course."
Ann listened carefully, although her eyes kept darting over to Kayla standing in the corner.
Linda said, "You've been coming in to work on Saturdays on a regular basis."
Ann confirmed this with a nod.
"What I'd like you to do if you're willing - again, this is strictly optional - is to work with Kayla here a couple of hours every Saturday. I'd like you to go over all of our safety equipment and procedures. I'd like her to learn it inside and out."
"Sure, Linda," Ann replied.
"What time do you usually come in on Saturdays?" Linda asked her.
"Well, I tend to be an early bird. I come in around 7:00 AM."
Linda said, "That will be fine. Kayla will be here promptly at 7:00 in the morning every Saturday."
An odd noise, sort of a deep groan, emanated from the corner.
Linda said, "I really appreciate this, Ann. You can expect a bonus in your paycheck!"
Ann smiled.
"Now, if my daughter gives you any trouble, any trouble at all - if she's not learning as fast as you think she should, or if she gives you an attitude, or if she comes in late - even by a minute - I want you to spank her with this." Linda held up the hairbrush. "I keep this in the bathroom attached to this office. You have my permission to get it whenever you need it!"
A look of shock and surprise appeared on Ann's face. Unseen, a similar expression appeared on Kayla's face.
Linda emphasized, "I mean it, Ann. This is very important to me. If she doesn't give her full effort into learning about safety here, I want you to spank her hard! Will you please promise me you'll do that?"
Ann, still shocked, agreed.
"Now if you need to spank my daughter and she puts up too much of a struggle, you just give me a call. Rest assured, the problem will be remedied right away!"
Kayla simply could not believe what she was hearing. Her mother was giving this young woman ... a 24 year old ... permission to SPANK her??? Why, she was only 6 years older than Kayla!
Kayla felt miserable. Her bottom hurt terribly, she was going to have to do manual work she hated (for four months!), she was going to have to get up early every Saturday and come into the office to study, and, maybe worst of all, she felt horribly embarrassed having Ann see her like this!
Kayla naturally didn't know it at the time, but over the course of the next few months she and Ann were to become good friends. They had already gotten along well before this incident; as they worked closely together, first on safety and later on some other areas, they grew to greatly respect each other. Kayla, with one exception (quickly addressed by Ann), put a genuine effort into learning what Ann taught her.
But that brighter future had not yet arrived. At the moment Kayla was most unhappy and was greatly relieved when Ann left the office.
After Ann left, Kayla's mother looked at her watch and said, "You can get cleaned up and dressed now. There's a short meeting that I have scheduled for today - it starts in about two hours. I want you to attend it. You just need to listen in; you don't need to actually participate."
Kayla had no idea what that was all about. Her mother didn't provide any additional information, however, and left the office at that point.
Kayla used the shower in her mother's private bathroom, then got herself dressed and prepared to go to the meeting. She thought it would look silly having her standing there listening (as there was no way she'd be able to sit down for it!) but she'd do what her mother asked.
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Just before the meeting started, Linda came to her office to collect her daughter.
"Just so you know," Kayla's mother said, "I've been talking to Ann about what happened today. I've asked her to please keep it all to herself. I suspect you'd rather not have the other employees here knowing what took place!"
Kayla totally agreed. It would be almost unbearable to have the other employees know she had violated many of the rules and had then been spanked for it!!! It was embarrassing enough having Ann know about it!
"Let's head up to the meeting now. It'll be starting shortly."
Kayla followed her mother to the meeting room. Her mother had placed a chair there for her daughter, positioned back from the table. The other attendees were already present.
Kayla whispered to her mother, "I'd rather stand, if it's OK."
Her mother whispered back, "No - you're going to sit in that chair for the entire meeting."
Kayla looked at her mother. Seeing the no-nonsense expression on her face, she grimaced and walked over to the chair. She saw it was a tall, hardwood chair with no padding! Bracing herself, she sat down. To cover the groan that came out she deliberately coughed.
The chair was high enough that Kayla's feet didn't reach the ground. Since it was back from the table she had nothing to lean against. Her sore bottom was pressed firmly down into the unyielding wood. Kayla looked at the other meeting attendees, wondering if they had any idea how uncomfortable she was. But no one other than Ann, who kept glancing over at her, was paying much attention to her.
Her mother said to the group, "OK, let's get started. As I already mentioned, my daughter Kayla, who you all know, will be sitting in on today's meeting. We don't have a whole lot to cover - about a half an hour should do it."
On the one hand, this didn't sound too long to Kayla. But the wooden chair really aggravated her tender bottom. It hurt keeping completely still, yet it hurt even more if she moved in the slightest. A half an hour was going to be a long time!
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Linda had quickly gone through item after item with the group as her daughter sat there painfully and listened. Linda had been right about the meeting time - it had been going on for nearly half an hour as she got to the last item on the list - the budget.
"I have to apologize for this," Linda said, "but I made some purchases without running them by anyone first. I know that's not our normal procedure - I just wanted to run some additional tests on the earlier version of the couch."
Kayla was grateful her mother was protecting her by pretending she had made the purchases that, in fact, Kayla had made herself! The last thing she would have wanted was for the group of employees to find out what she had done. In retrospect, she wondered what she could have been thinking when she made those purchases by pretending to be her mother!
"How much was spent?" someone asked.
When her mother responded an uproar ensued. Kayla winced as she heard some of the comments that were made; some of the attendees were really upset about the unplanned costs! Her mother had to repeatedly apologize. Kayla felt guilty about having put her mother in that uncomfortable position. Still, she was more than ready now to leave her OWN uncomfortable position - having to sit on the wooden chair after being spanked so soundly with the hairbrush was quite a significant punishment in itself! She was more than ready for it to end! Fortunately the meeting was winding down so she'd shortly be able to get off the chair, thank heavens!
Someone said, "We'll have to redo the whole budget! That'll take us at least an hour!"
"I know, and again I apologize for this. I promise it won't happen again. All we can do at this point is, as you suggest, revise the budget."
"Can we work through it now?" an attendee asked.
Linda responded, "Yes, I think that's an excellent idea. No time like the present. I'm not in any hurry to leave ... are any of you?" She looked meaningfully at her daughter.
A strange-sounding coughing fit came from Kayla's direction.
Kayla couldn't believe she was going to have to continue sitting there, most uncomfortably, for an HOUR as they fixed a problem she herself had created! Kayla saw Ann looking over at her. This embarrassed her as Ann had seen her punished bottom and must know it really hurt sitting on that chair! Kayla didn't want any of the others to catch on, though, so she put a smile on her face and forced herself to cheerfully say, "Nope! I'm in no hurry!"
The budget revisions took a little longer than expected - it took two full hours to complete them.
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Linda was examining her old sorority paddle that she had just retrieved from the attic. It was a large, thick wooden thing that said "Bun Warmer" in large, bold letters. Under this were Greek letters representing her sorority. She recalled her experience with this very paddle during a hazing ritual years ago. She could definitely confirm the veracity of the paddle's claim. Her buns had indeed been warmed most effectively by this thing!
Kayla had been staying at home the past few days except when she went into the office. She hadn't wanted to go out with her friends right at the moment - it would be rather difficult to explain why she had to put several pillows on her seat, and then gingerly lower herself onto them, every time she wanted to sit down! On the other hand, the discomfort from her experience was starting to subside; today she was only using a single pillow to sit on. She expected she wouldn't need a pillow tomorrow at all.
When Kayla saw her mother holding her old sorority paddle, she was understandably concerned.
"What's that for??" Kayla squeaked.
"Relax," Kayla's mother said, "I'm not going to use this on you."
Kayla was quite relieved.
Kayla's mother changed the subject: "Kayla, you know I had to let your father know what happened, right?"
"Yes, mom." Kayla wasn't thrilled with this news, but she wasn't surprised either.
"Well, he was very concerned of course when he heard about the chances you took and how it almost ended in disaster."
Kayla just nodded in affirmation.
"He was so concerned that he decided to take a break from his trip and come back to see you!"
This was a surprise to Kayla.
"He'll be arriving today."
"Oh!!" Kayla replied. She'd be glad to see her father!
Then Kayla remembered her original question. "But what about that?" she said, nodding toward the paddle in her mother's hand.
"Well, just when I finished telling your father what you had done and right after he mentioned he was coming back, he asked me to get this out of storage."
As Kayla's eyes widened, the doorbell rang.
Kayla's mother looked at her watch and said, "That'll be him now!"
*** The End ***