Obedience Training: A Refresher Course. By Beta Man The morning after Caroline had beaten and then spanked me raw, I was lying in my bed trying to recuperate, and taking a mental inventory of where I was hurting. In short, everywhere. Not since my college boxing days had I hurt like this, and even then it never felt as bad as this, nobody ever beat me, then made me come, and then spanked me in my boxing days. I also never had to see my opponent every day at work after a fight. There was however the other side, which perversely was how much I had ended up enjoying the experience, not despite the pain, but because of it. Strangely it had made me feel more alive than I had in a long-time, though not the next morning. Remembering the sight of Caroline grapevine me whilst wearing frankly the sexiest underwear I'd ever seen, was enough to make me hard again, though even that muscle ached this morning. I now had to come to terms with both being beaten, dominated and humiliated, and also enjoying it. Standing up was even more painful so I thought I'd phone in sick for the day. Caroline answered the phone on the first ring. "No", she answered. "Pardon me". "No you can't have the day off. I'm assuming that's why you're calling this early. I expect you here on time and ready to work". "I'm in quite a shocking state" "I know. I put you there. Be here on time, or you'll be staying late, and you know what happens when you stay late?" "What do I say about my bruises?" "Don't worry, I'll tell people you are in a Fight Club, and the first rule..." She hung up. I got showered and dressed but both took so much longer than I anticipated, so I found myself arriving thirty minutes late. I tried to get to my desk unnoticed, but Caroline was sat in my chair, her feet up on my desk. I stood still looking the length of her body from her smiling face down to her stilletoed heel. In contrast to myself she looked stunning. I found myself thinking of french lingerie again and found myself getting excited, I could feel my heartbeat race, thinking of both the past and the future. "My eyes are up here", she said as though reading my mind. "You look terrible, I hope whoever did that to you looks even worse. You missed the morning update. I'll see if I can find time to bring you up to speed, but I think I might have to brief you after hours", all said with one eyebrow raised. So that's how my day was going to be. I would spend all day both worrying and fantasising about what might happen that evening, but at least I had my aching body to keep me distracted. After lunch, I heard that Charlie had resigned with immediate effect, it was of course the talk of the office and various rumours spread, but none involved being the sexual plaything of his junior manager. Later however, I received a call from Human Resources asking if I could call down that afternoon. I lied to Caroline about where I had to go and found myself in a sunny room sitting at a desk opposite what looked like a junior HR officer in a flashy but cheap suit. "What's this about?" I asked. "Nothing to worry about, it's just a formality. I take it you heard that Charlie has left?" "I have yes, it came as a surprise" "So you have no idea why he might leave so abruptly?" "No, none at all, why would I?" At this point all I could picture was the pleading look on Charlie's face as Caroline humiliated him. "It was me who Charlie called to resign. He didn't seem himself, and wouldn't give a reason why he was resigning, but he did say you would know". We looked at each, neither speaking. Eventually he asks, "Has Charlie done something that will cause the company problems down the line? Are there any financial irregularities that are going to come to light?". Relieved that he had no real idea, and was just guessing, I plumped for a vague story about Charlie having some mental health issues, but not feeling it would be right to betray a confidence, but certain the company was safe. He nodded approvingly at my discretion, and I went back to my desk. For the rest of the afternoon, I sat trying to focus on my work, but the whole office provided flashbacks to the previous night. That was the chair that she sat on when spanking me over her lap with the paddle. That was the wall I was propped against while she bombarded me with body blows. That was the hanger on which she put her blouse, before squeezing me between her thighs. And that is the woman who enslaved and humiliated me, and to who I pledged loyalty. Suddenly I realised I'd been staring straight at her, and she was now staring back. "I think later we'll be addressing your impertinence as well as your poor time-keeping", she said in a tone somewhere between playful and sadistic. I sat puzzled as to whether I was more scared or excited, before realising that they were not incompatible emotions. When evening came I found myself alone with Caroline. She said to come with her to Charlie's office. She locked the door behind me, before sitting on the chair in front of the desk, which she swivelled to face me. "Strip", she ordered, and I immediately began to disrobe, until naked and aroused in front of her. She stood up and walked around me, looking at her handiwork on my body that was battered and bruised. "That's an improvement I'm seeing already, but I'm not sure that tender ass of yours could take another spanking so soon", she said, grazing over my cheeks with the crop she'd used the night before. I trembled at the touch as it ran across the raised welts that criss-crossed my cheeks. Suddenly she cleared the desk with a sweep of her arm "Lie on your back", she ordered. I climbed on to the desk with what little dignity I could muster. As I looked at her, she was taking her blouse off, as she had the night before. Again she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Today her underwear was red and looked as expensive as the night before, tailored to flatter and arouse, and I could vouch for its' effectiveness. Caroline in turn looked at me, and especially my raging erection, which had nowhere else to go. "This needs to be a punishment not a reward" she drawled, then turned and struck me with the crop across the font of my thighs. I tensed with pain, as she walked down towards my feet. She struck my soles three times in quick succession and I squirmed on the desk. "Lateness will not be tolerated, your time is mine, and I expect you here before I arrive and after I leave", she stopped briefly to swat my left upper arm with the crop. It still ached from the night before, but it was previously unbruised. It was becoming clear that Caroline was choosing to hit me in the places she felt she'd missed last night. I was trying to stay silent, but the more she swinged the sharper the delivery of pain, like she'd been warming up with the first few strokes. I began sobbing which was clearly the desired effect, as she stood at the top of the desk above where my head lay, she started swishing more exuberantly alternating between which arm she was striking. "Tell me what I need to say, and I'll say it", I screamed. "Tell me you are loyal and true". "I am faithful, loyal and true", I shouted as sincerely as I could. "Do you want me to take my pleasure where I choose?", she asked. I hesitated and she brought the crop down across my chest, it hurt like he'll. She then rested the tip on my left nipple. "Do. You. Want. Me. To. Take. My. Pleasure. Where. I. Choose?", she asked again, while circling the nipple with the tip. "Yes", I replied, and she immediately struck the nipple with a stinging blow. Without missing a beat, she struck the other immediately, and watched my curl up into a ball. She then grabbed my hair and pulled me towards her, so my head was no longer supported by the table. She stepped forward and placed my head between her thighs in a standing headscissors. As I felt her thighs squeeze my head, I believed I was about to come, but just as a sensual pleasure was overtaking my body, she struck me above my thighs with the crop, taking turns to switch thighs and loop over my penis, I found myself alternating between extreme pain and extreme pleasure, though as she squeezed more that pleasure was sliding into pain too. She then put the crop down and ran her fingernails over my torso and across my chest. That finished me off, and I could feel myself explosively ejaculate all over my stomach. "Well, I think we are done here", she said, removing my head from between her thighs. I slowly rolled off the desk and moved to pick up my clothes. "Are you going to thank me for not spanking you where you are so obviously sore? Do you have any idea how much that would hurt?" "Thank you so much". I walked towards the door, clothes in hand. "Is there anything else you want to say? About loyalty", she asked. "Be assured I remain loyal, faithful and true", I said reaching for the handle. "It's locked". I turned around and was greeted by a violent slap across my face. I recoiled but not enough to avoid the returning slap on my other cheek. I'd never been slapped before and was surprised just how much it hurt, but she didn't stop until I was knocked sideways, at which point she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back to the table, this time bending me over it. "So, nothing to say to me about Human Resources?", she calmly asked,? before striking a searing blow across my buttocks, "it feels like somebody still has a lot to learn about obedience". She continued spanking me until I passed out exhausted. Hours later I was woken by the early morning cleaner unlocking the door to the office, and finding me naked on the floor. I scrambled to get my clothes. The cleaner looked on bemused as I tried to find a credible reason for my current state. Eventualy she just shook her head and said, "I'm probably going to have to speak to Human Resources about this".