Employee Discipline

F/m, consensual, spanking, non-sexual

“Good afternoon, Cameron. Shut the door please.” Her words were chilling. I reluctantly obeyed, knowing that the phrase “shut the door please” was generally not followed by words of praise, or congratulation.

“Have a seat. I need to talk to you about something,” she said matter of factly.

I swallowed hard, and took a slow, deep breath. I didn’t want her to see how small I felt when she called me into her office like this. I sat down, crossed my right leg over my left, trying to take a confident posture. I placed one hand on each leg, and looked at her directly.

“Sure…what’s up Candace?” My voice betrayed me. It was shaky, and timid.

“Cameron, how long have you worked here?”

Immediately, I knew where the conversation was headed. My sales numbers were down, and I had been late a couple times the previous week. “Three months,” I replied.

“And how many chances have I given you to improve your performance?” her words hung ominously in the air. My mouth went dry.

She stared directly at me, callously refusing to break eye contact.

I looked away. I took a deep breath, and spoke my feeble defense. “Look…I…I know that I’ve been a little…out of it lately, and I’m sorry, but…”