From: misslilyo@aol.com (MissLilyO)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: A Great Place to Work
Date: 21 Jun 1995 00:49:35 -0400

Hi.  Some of you have emailed me that not all of this story appeared on
your screen.  Looks all there on mine.  Not sure what happened.  Anyhow,
for those of you who asked, I'm reposting it.  If it came thru fine on
your screen, bear with me, and I'm sorry to take up bandwidth.  Lily
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Disclaimer:  This story is pure fiction, made up out my of tiny
little brain.  If the names of any of these characters sound
remotely familiar, I swear on my Assville Library Card that it's
completely coincidental.  There may well be a real corporation
called IntelTech--I didn't check.  If there is, and they have
employee practices like the ones described in this work of
fiction, I'm leaving on the next bus to complete an appli-
cation.  The story contains scenes of spanking, M/F nc, a little
hanky panky here and there, and some general nonsense.  Cease
and desist if that bugs you.  Otherwise, enjoy.
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       A GREAT PLACE TO WORK

Melanie mentally counted down, "Six, five, four, three, two,
one, Launch!"  At precisely the moment she articulated the "ch"
in "launch," the door to Mr. Carmichael's office burst open and
the shapely brunette rushed out in tears.  "There goes another
dud!" she thought.

"MELANIE!"

Pressing the intercom button seemed a waste of time, since she
could hear her boss yelling quite plainly through the walls of
his office, she said, "Yes, sir.  I'll go get the last
applicant."

This was Tuesday, interview day at IntelTech, and Melanie well
remembered the exhaustive screening process through which she
was put before being hired.  IntelTech was one of the most
successful companies around, legendary in certain circles for
its extreme efficiency and nearly fool-proof results.  The work
ethic and morale were extraordinary, as was the pay scale
enjoyed by the elite group of workers.  Outsiders often quizzed
employees to determine just what the secret of the company's
success was, but they were generally met with enigmatic smiles
and a shrug.  "Gee, I don't know.  It's a GREAT place to
work...."  It also was the touchstone of equal opportunity
hiring commissions because its workforce was 98% female, even in
the top-level positions.  No glass ceiling here, to be sure.

The waiting area was empty now save a leggy blond who sat
nervously twisting a tissue in her hands.

"Miss, uh, Taylor?" Melanie said.  "Mr. Carmichael will see you
now.  Don't be nervous--this is a great place to work!"

The girl gave her a little smile and followed her into Melanie's
office, well-appointed as befits the personal secretary of the
company's founder and president.  Melanie knocked on the big
double doors leading to Mr. Carmichael's inner sanctum and upon
his answering bark,  waved Miss Taylor inside.

Melanie had her work caught up for the day, and so decided to
enjoy a few moments of the scene she knew was unfolding just
inside.  Pulling up a TV screen from its recess inside a
cupboard, Melanie moved her lips in synch with Mr. Carmichael's
voice as she mentally repeated the oft-heard speech he was
giving the young lady seated in front of him.

"Well, Miss Taylor," he was saying.  "You have tested very
highly throughout our entire pre-qualification process, and I'm
happy to say we are willing to offer you a position here at
IntelTech.  Here is the salary we are prepared to pay you, my
dear."  With that, he pushed a small card toward her upon which
was written an astounding starting salary, large enough to cause
the young woman to audibly gasp her shock.

"Something wrong?" he asked, frowning mock concern.

"Oh, why, I NO, sir!  It's very generous, sir!  I," Miss Taylor
stammered.

Outside, Melanie mimicked Mr.Carmichael's answering gesture,
holding her hands up before her.  "Please, Miss Taylor," he
said.  "We believe the secret to our success is our fine staff
and we pay the people we want on our team very well.  Do you
want to be part of our little family here?"

"Oh YES, sir!" she breathed enthusiastically, bringing about a
delicious movement of her ample breasts under her demure suit
jacket.  She recrossed her legs, perhaps a bit self-consciously
Melanie noted as she observed her via the hidden tv camera in
Carmichael's office, no doubt giving the older man a view of
legs good enough to model hosiery.

"Well, then, my dear," he continued, "there are a few things you
need to understand about this company.  We are, in the very best
sense of the word, really a family here.  I am like the father,
and the employees are my children. Do you understand that?"

Whether she did or not, the young woman didn't graduate first in
her class for nothing.  "Oh yes, sir!" she agreed.  "That's a
wonderful management concept."  She fervently hoped this was the
answer he sought.  Apparently it was, because he smiled broadly
and continued his speech.

"I'm so glad you agree, my dear," he said approvingly.  "For you
see, as in every family, things must proceed here in an orderly
fashion.  We depend on one another completely to make this
company profitable so that we can afford to offer our people the
quality salary and extensive employee benefits.  As in a family,
then, someone has to be responsible for making the rules and for
enforcing them.  Since mine is not a publicly traded company, I
have the luxury of choosing that individual, and I chose
myself.  Do you follow?"

Once more, the wise young woman nodded vigorously to indicate
she not only understood but was in absolute harmony with the
management philosophy.

Pleased, Mr. Carmichael continued.  "I was raised in a somewhat
traditional background, my dear, and my own father felt the best
way to ensure our respect and obedience was to act quite swiftly
when one of us children broke a family rule.  He was a great
believer in corporal punishment, and routinely turned my brother
and my sisters over his knee or across a chair and warmed our
bottoms quite handily.  I must say, it worked wonders for all of
us.  Allof my siblings are a success, and we all attribute our
life's attainments to the rigorous discipline maintained by our
beloved Father."

Looking politely interested, Miss Taylor said "Yes, I see,"
though in Melanie's opinion, her heart wasn't in it.

"So, we have a similar policy here at IntelTech," said Mr.
Charmichael proudly.  "Any infraction of the rules, any error
made through carelessness, any disregard for company policy
however slight, is punishable by a spanking administered by me
at a designated time, the severity of which is determined by the
misdemeanor.  Here is your Employment Contract, Miss Taylor,
which spells out those terms quite clearly."  He pushed a bulky
legal binder at her.

Color rising to her cheeks, the young woman tried desperately to
gather her wits.  Melanie thought they might just have found a
new hire, as this was generally the countdown stage and the girl
hadn't bolted yet.  At last she managed to stutter, "You, you
surely don't mean you really sp-spank the people who work here,
do you?  I- I mean, they're all adults.  Highly-trained, highly-
educated adults!"

"Well, of COURSE, they're highly trained and educated.  Why do
you think they work here?" Mr. Carmichael said, not unkindly.
"And indeed I do spank them.  Regularly.  Discipline is
administered fairly, and consistently.  Right here in this
office, as a matter of fact, Miss Taylor."

It seemed to be more than the young woman could comprehend.  The
poise and communication skills which had taken her to the point
of this final interview escaped her now as she contemplated
facts too mind-boggling to absorb.  On the one hand, she really,
really needed the money.  She was completely dependent on
herself, a fact not unknown by the InterTech personnel staff as
it was part of the requisite profile.  She had no close
relatives, was fairly new to the area, had incurred a healthy
credit card debt during her schooling, and had expensive tastes
in clothing.  Once again, these facts were plusses.

On the other hand, this powerful and well-respected industry
magnate was calmly telling her he regularly spanked his
employees.  SPANKED!  The very thought of being spanked by this
man was...was...what?  It amazed her that she was feeling a bit
of warmth between her legs at the mental pictures he had evoked
in his family discipline descriptions.  Her mind had wandered a
little, and when she pulled it back into focus, she nearly
jumped out of her chair.

"...have to spank you right now, of course," he was saying.

"Wha-what?" she blurted out.  "What did you say?"

"I said, Miss Taylor, that I will, of course, have to spank you
right now.  It is important that I be able to observe your
compliance with our most valued rule.  If you find yourself
incapable of submitting to our peculiar brand of discipline,
then it is better for both parties to know that right up front.
We will not waste your time further, and it will free us to
continue our search to fill the position we have open.  So," he
paused, "what's it to be, my dear?  Will you submit to a
spanking now?"

Melanie held her breath.  They almost never bolted if they
allowed Carmichael to get this far in his spiel.  Grinning at
the obvious turmoil the girl was in, Melanie settled back for
the show.

Miss Taylor would never be a good poker player, for her face
betrayed a gamut of conflicting emotions.  However, she was a
sensible girl and possessed a keen analytical mind and more of a
measure of sensuality than her rather prim clothing might
suggest.   She weighed the pros and cons, and after a moment
looked Mr. Carmichael straight in the eye.  "Very well.  I
accept your terms and will submit to a spanking now."

"Splendid!" boomed Carmichael.  "Sign this."

It was a waiver of legal responsibility, quite clear in its
intent, not that she entertained the foolish notion that she
could ever win against the corporate attorneys of this company
if she did pursue a legal complaint over this unorthodox hiring
practice.

She scribbled her signature on the dotted line, hands trembling
a little in the process.  Seeing she was about to ask what the
procedure was, Mr. Carmichael sought to reassure her.

"Now, dear.  Don't feel at all awkward about this.  Just try to
remember my analogy of the family. I'm your new corporate
father, and if you'll just take your spanking like the
intelligent girl I know you are, it will all work out well for
everyone.  For your first spanking, and I say first, because no
one in the history of IntelTech has ever avoided additional
ones, I'll have you over my knee, please."  He scooted his big
easy chair back from the desk and pushed a release on the
armrests.  Miss Taylor was surprised to see the chair arms drop
to become level with the seat of the chair.  Patting his knee,
he crooked a beckoning finger at her.

What in the world had she done?  All the schooling and the
career counselors and the self-help books had not prepared her
for this!  Realizing how much was at stake, however, Miss Taylor
got to her feet, shakily approached Mr. Carmichael, and stood
before him.

"Atta girl!" cheered Melanie from her silent grandstand view.
"You're gonna be a keeper, honey!"

Melanie watched as her boss cajoled and smooth-talked young Miss
Taylor across his knee and delivered probably the first bare-
bottomed spanking that young lady had had in a long time, if
ever.  Unselfconsciously, Melanie slipped her hand down the
front of her own skirt and lightly touched herself while she
observed the delicious spectacle on her TV monitor.  At last,
the well-spanked young woman was allowed to adjust her clothing,
and after an awkward moment, she reached out to take Mr.
Carmichael's outstretched hand in a firm handshake.

"Welcome to our Inteltech family, Miss Taylor!" Mr. Carmichael
said heartily.  "You'll be a welcome addition to our team, and
I'm looking forward to span...uh that is to say, to working with
you in the near future."

Not until she saw the girl gather up her purse and start for the
door did Melanie straighten her clothing and send the TV monitor
back into its recess.  When Miss Taylor exited Mr. Carmichael's
office, Melanie said warmly, "I see you accepted our offer, Miss
Taylor.  If you'll just stop by Personnel in the office at the
end of the hall, they'll arrange to put your medical coverage in
effect immediately.  You may start tomorrow if you wish. And
welcome aboard, honey.  This is a GREAT place to work!"

She could barely wait till the clearly-rattled young woman made
her retreat.  Her favorite spot was tingling with the familiar
fire as she went through her usual countdown.  "Five, four,
three, two, one... Yes, Mr. Carmichael?" she said sweetly, as
the buzzer rang on cue.  "Yes, sir, I'll be right in.  Shall I
bring the paddle, sir?"

Although she was handsomely paid, this was her favorite perk.
Mr. Carmichael never failed to ring for her after he spanked a
new hire, and she knew within moments she would be draped across
his lap with her bare bottom high in the air, and afterward the
sweet yearning in her groin would find a most satisfying
release.  Smiling, she hung the sign on her outer office door:
"MR CARMICHAEL'S ENGAGED. COME BACK LATER."
and locked the door.

Lily O'Valley (MissLilyO@aol.com)