A Short Story by Cliff James ©
Many years ago I worked for an airline at London’s Heathrow Airport. Many of the stories I wrote for Kane and other spanking magazines were based on real events that happened.
Justice for Judith is based on a genuine error made by the secretary who worked in the same office as I did. The punishment though is the product of my overactive imagination — although the secretary in question truly deserved to have her bottom bared, spanked, and well and truly caned.
Cliff James
The day had begun like any other for Judith. It was Friday, the end of the working week, and this weekend promised to be a long one owing to the forthcoming bank holiday Monday. Judith had packed her twin daughters Julie and Jennifer off to her mother’s and was looking forward to a romantic weekend with her husband Steve.
It was when Judith began arranging the shipment of an order that everything started to go wrong. Judith worked for a supplier of industrial cleaning equipment and had suddenly become aware of a huge error in a quotation and invoice she had sent to a large cleaning contractor. Her customer had wanted three metres of industrial Hoover hose, which cost £8.00 per metre, but Judith had quoted £8.00 per millimetre — increasing the price from £24.00 to £2,400.00. Realising her error, she hastily started to read the file.
Judith pressed the memory button on her phone, her heart now beating rapidly. The wait for her call to be answered seemed like an eternity. If only she could arrange for a credit note to be swiftly forwarded to her client, she would not have to mention her error to her superiors.
The ringing stopped. “Good morning, Careful Cleaning. David Wilson speaking,” sounded cheerfully in her ears.
“Good morning,” Judith replied. “I’m calling from Industrial Cleaning Equipment. I’m afraid I’ve been rather naughty and have made a rather large error on your current order that you have with us.”
Judith proceeded to explain the error and make her apologies.
“I see,” came the reply. “That makes it rather difficult, as we have already paid your pro-forma for this order, and a credit note will not be acceptable as we have no other orders placed with you at present. However, you could resolve the matter by sending us a cheque.”
“I’m not sure if our accounts dept will accept that. I’ll have to look into it and see what we can do. I am really sorry for this; it is all my fault. I don’t know what I must have been thinking of to make such a stupid mistake. I expect I will lose my job over this.”
“It sounds to me as if you need your legs slapped,” came the reply. “I’ll leave you to sort it out then.”
Judith replaced the receiver and blushed at what had been said to her. She knew she would now have to tell her boss Mr Jefferson about her mistake, and he did not take kindly to that type of thing.
Judith stood up from her desk and walked slowly over to the coffee machine. The short printed cotton summer dress she was wearing swayed to and fro in time with the movement of her lithesome hips and buttocks.
Judith had married young at nineteen and at thirty-two still had a very shapely body. On many occasions people had told her that she was the spitting image of Goldie Hawn, which made her feel extremely good and appreciative of her figure. Holding the paper cup under the nozzle of the vending machine, her thoughts went back to what Mr Jefferson had said to her. ‘You need your legs slapped.’ How dare he make such a suggestion, she thought, but his words were racing round her head like a tape loop.
Her left hand reached under the hem of her dress and she started to stroke her left thigh. “Ow!” Judith’s paper cup was now full and the hot coffee had spilled onto her hand. After wiping the coffee from her hands, Judith returned to her desk and gazed out of the window, staring into space. After finishing her coffee, she plucked up courage and decided to take the bull by the horns. Got to do it some time. Her thoughts returned to when she was a little girl and how she used to reassure herself then by repeating to herself ‘Once it’s done with, it’s over and done with. He can’t kill me’.
Judith had arrived in Mr Jefferson’s secretary’s office. No one saw him without first going through her. Everybody in the office knew that he fancied his secretary Cindy. Mind you, if you saw her you would understand why. Cindy knew she had extremely good looks and also how to talk to any man to get him wrapped around her little finger.
Eventually Judith found herself being ushered into Mr Jefferson’s huge plush office and found herself standing in front of his huge oak desk. She could feel the backs of her legs getting goose pimply due to the air conditioning in Mr Jefferson’s office.
She explained her mistake to him and gave him the file. He took it from her and without making comment read through it.
“I understand that you are in line for promotion Judith, is that correct?” He asked.
“Yes that’s right”, Judith replied. “I shall shortly be taking over Mrs Matthews’ position as sales manager when she retires at the end of the month.”
“Are you indeed?” Was the reply she got. “Well I think that after today we will have to reconsider your promotion. If this is the standard of your work I think that perhaps the promotion should go to Yvonne instead.”
Judith’s heart sank; she desperately wanted that promotion. She had worked hard to be considered for it and not only that, the position came with a company car, a brand new Toyota. She could even have a cabriolet if she wanted. She was devastated. Her mind was in a turmoil; ‘You need your legs slapped.’ The words kept on coming to the fore of her thoughts. “You need your legs slapped.” Before she had realised the words had come out of her mouth. “Spank me instead Mr Jefferson; please spank me for my mistake and let me keep the promotion.” There — she had said it.
Jefferson looked up at her and replied, “Spank you Judith, spank you, how ridiculous. Now get out of my office before I dismiss you for your outrageous suggestion.”
It was now eleven thirty; Judith was sitting back at her own desk sobbing gently. She knew she had blown everything. ‘What a fool I’ve been,’ she thought. ‘How could I have possibly suggested such a thing.’
Meanwhile Robert Jefferson had pressed his intercom and asked his pretty secretary to bring him a coffee. As Cindy placed the coffee on his desk he looked at her and smiled. “Do you have any plans for this bank holiday Cindy?” He asked.
“Yes Mr Jefferson”, she replied; “my boyfriend is taking me to Brighton.”
“Lucky sod,” He thought. “As it’s such a lovely day Cindy you may leave early at lunch time, prepare yourself for your boyfriend.” Jefferson offered.
“Thank you sir,” she replied.
“Cindy, please ensure I am not disturbed before lunch time. No phone calls or visitors whatsoever. I am not here; do you understand?”
“Of course sir,” she replied, “and tell Judith to replace you for the afternoon.”
“Yes sir, thank you sir”
As Cindy turned and walked out of his office, she made a special effort to wiggle her mini-skirted bottom at him. “One of the perks of the job.” she chuckled to herself.
Jefferson opened a drawer in his desk and took out a crook-handled cane. Why he had even put it in there God only knows. He never in a million years dreamt he would be able to use it. He flexed it in his hands and felt how supple and flexible it was. He felt sure that this would really give a girl something to think about. He secreted it back into the drawer where he had taken it from and took out a copy of a magazine. Sipping his coffee, he slowly turned the pages and studied the pictures of the young women. Some were being spanked across their knickers; some had their knickers down and were having their bare bottoms spanked. He flicked through the pages and came to page 31 — this was his favourite picture. The young lady gracing the page had her knickers pulled down to her knees and was bending across a desk similar to the one he had. She was wearing stockings and suspenders, with her bottom pushed up high, and he could clearly see her shaven pussy. However, the best part of the picture was the eight or so stripes that had been placed there by the cane that the man in the picture had been wielding onto it.
The time was now two PM and Judith had placed herself at Cindy’s desk. Robert Jefferson pressed the button on the intercom and called her into his office. She was now standing right in front of him, like a lamb to the slaughter. Pity she is not wearing stockings, he thought. However, looking on the bright side she was not wearing those ugly tights either.
“Judith.” he spoke softly. “I have reconsidered your proposal of this morning, and have decided that if you are prepared to be punished by me as you suggested then I will ensure that it is you who are promoted. However, I must have your word that this will not go any further than these four walls. Do you understand?”
Judith nodded in agreement and felt elated that she would be receiving her new car after all.
“First, I want you to go back to Cindy’s desk and inform your husband that you may be late arriving home this evening. After which you will write out 500 times ‘I must ensure that my quotations are correct in future and if they are not then I will be spanked.'”
Judith returned to her desk and phoned her husband, who was not happy at all about her coming home late as he told her he had arranged a special surprise for her. Judith picked up a pen and started writing out her lines, thinking to herself how stupid it was that she should have to be punished like a schoolgirl for not doing her homework. Her mind kept going back to David Wilson’s comments ‘You need your legs slapped.’ At one stage she stood up and sharply slapped the back of her thighs — it stung, but with the thought of her new car it didn’t seem that bad.
Finally at half past four she was called into Jefferson’s office.
“Close the door and lock it if you please Judith.” Jefferson beckoned her to come to his desk and she stood there not knowing what to expect. It was then that Judith noticed the crook-handled cane that lay on the blotter. “Now we will start the proceedings, so if you would bend forward over my desk your punishment will begin.”
“Mr Jefferson,” Judith nervously said, “I offered to be spanked by you for punishment, I did not consent to be caned by you.”
“Judith, Judith, if you wish to receive your promotion then I am afraid you have no choice but to accept the cane.” He replied. “And not only will you receive the cane, you will receive it on your bare bottom.”
“Like hell I will,” Judith snapped at him, “wait till I tell my husband what I wanted to do to me, he’ll come and give you what for.”
Jefferson calmly reached into his desk and took out a Micro cassette Dictaphone and pressed play. The tape machine whirred into life and Judith listened silently, stunned at what she was hearing.
“Spank me instead Mr Jefferson. Please spank me for my mistake and let me keep the promotion.”
“Spank you Judith, spank you, how ridiculous. Now get out of my office before I dismiss you for your outrageous suggestion.”
Judith knew she had somehow been set up and Mr Jefferson had wanted to cane her all along. Defiantly she removed her dress and then pushed her knickers down to her ankles and carefully stepped out of them. Judith never wore a bra in the hot weather and was now standing totally naked in front of him. She could feel him studying her naked body, enjoying the fullness of her bosom and buttock swell. Judith was not ashamed of her body — she was proud of it. Although he was going to cane her bare bottom, that was all he would be able to do to it.
Judith walked to the desk and bent herself over it, her breasts pressing down against the hard wooden surface. She watched him position himself behind her and felt the cane coldly, gently touch her naked unprotected buttocks. The swish of the cane on its descent filled her ears and then its burning bite as it landed sharply across the middle of both cheeks.
Jefferson was in heaven. How many times had he studied that magazine of his and thought that it never went on. Secretaries were not spanked by their bosses — it could never happen in real life. Now he was doing it. He was caning the bare backside of one of his employees. He was on cloud nine.
Again and again he brought the cane down hard, cracking onto tender female flesh.
Crack…. Crack… He could hear Judith’s sobbing, her pleading for him to stop.
Crack … “Ow ow…” Judith cried out.
Jefferson was going to make sure he had his pound of flesh. He had already made up his mind that she was going to receive twelve strokes like the girl in his magazine.
Crack!!!!!! “Ow. Yeow!!!”
‘Think of the car Judith, think of the car.’ Thought Judith, trying to take her mind off her beating.
Crack!!!!!!! “Oh my god, no more please.” Came from Judith’s lips, but another two stinging strokes were applied to her already sore bottom that was now covered with red raised stripes.
Craaaaack!!!!
“Yeeeaaarrrgh!!!!!!!!” Judith yelled. The eleventh cut had been placed across the tops of her thighs.
‘Need your legs slapped.’ Was again running through her mind like a stuck record.
Jefferson made sure that he savoured the last stroke, making her wait and anticipate where it would fall. He knew where it would fall, placing it right across the tops of Judith’s thighs as close as he could to the crease at the top.
Judith cried out in agony and collapsed onto the top of the desk.
Jefferson calmly placed the cane back into the drawer and whispered to her, “Well done. I hope you enjoy your new position and car.”
After Judith left his office, Jefferson made a quick phone call. “Hello, David Wilson? It’s Mr. Jefferson. That crate of whisky I promised you — it’s on its way.”
After stopping to tidy herself up, Judith arrived at home. “Steve! Steve!” She shouted. “Where are you?”
“Up here darling.” Came the reply.
Judith walked upstairs to her bedroom, wanting only to change and bathe. When she entered her bedroom, she noticed the cane and her old school uniform — Steve was so fond of it — lying on the bed.
“Thought we might have a bit of fun while the twins are away. What do you think darling?”
