"The page will..." Collette tried to answer.]

    "No, no, no," he scolded incorrectly, "just answer the question.  Will the counter on the web page work?"

    Collette had listened to him interrupt her three previous times.   Each time she had tried to answer his question he stopped her, assuming that she did not understand the query.  Finally, after dealing with too many inconsiderate and obstinate customers for one day she snapped, her voice hard, "if you would shut up long enough, I will answer your question."

    He looked surprised, shock etched in the lines of his face.   "Excuse me?" he posed, unbelieving what he had just heard.

    Undaunted, Collette continued, "you heard me.  Shut up.   I have had to listen to you whine and interrupt all morning, and quite honestly, I have had it.  You don't want me to answer your question, you want to berate somebody and I was the unlucky person you chose to abuse.  I won't take it, I don't have to take it.  Now do you want me to answer your question?"

    Subdued, he replied, "yes."

    "Good.  Do you want the web page posted as we have discussed?"

    Again, a weak reply, "yes, please."

    He was coyed, Collette had shocked him and he felt weak in her presence.

    Smiling, Collette continued, "if I am to create the page, I feel you need to make it up to me.  You treated me harshly, and it was uncalled for.   Don't you agree?"

    Mark hung his head, his cheeks flushed red as his treatment of Collette flashed behind his eyes.  He had been treating her roughly, unfairly.

    "I...I'm...sorry," he whimpered.  He looked at the closed door of his office, thankful for the privacy.  He was floored by the power of this woman.  She had seemed so non-threatening, and he had verbally abused her to the point that his initial interpretation of her demeanor was proven false.

    Collette was smiling, "you were bad, weren't you?"

    A whimper, "yes."

    "Ma'am."

    "Yes, ma'am," he obeyed.

    "Do you know what happens to bad boys?" she chided.

    His voice hitched as he hesitated, "they get spanked?"   The last word was almost a whisper.

    "Yes, they get spanked.  Please, Mr. Neureen, take off your pants and hand me your belt."

    With a disbelieving look he stood up and kicked off his shoes.   He unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper.  He pulled his belt from his waist band and handed the thick leather to Collette.  She took the offered strap and folded it in half.  Holding each end she bowed the center and then snapped the belt against itself.  The resounding smack echoed in the small room, loudly.

    Mark jumped.  He looked nervously at the closed door.  It was unlocked, and he feared that a coworker may come in at any moment.  He shut his eyes and pulled his slacks off his legs.  He stood there in his white shirt and blue blazer, his bare legs framed by his socks and white boxer shorts.

    "A bare bottom spanking, don't you think?" Collette asked, bemused at the color rising to her clients face.

    "Please," he choked, staring at the door.

    Collette shook her head, "the sooner we start, the sooner this will be over."  She was enjoying her dominance over this man, justifyably so.   He had been abusive and he deserved his cumuppance.

    With a heavy gulp he lowered his boxer shorts.  His flaccid penis bobbed uselessly.

    "Turn around," Collette commanded.

    He turned.  He placed his hands on his desk and bent forward slightly, offerins his ass to the stinging lash he deserved.

    Collette swung the belt and his his upraised ass.  The smack was loud in the room, but a little quieter than the test sound Collette had made when she snapped the belt.  A red line appeared on Mark's ass and he yelped when the stroke had made contact.

    Collette swung again, and again Mark whimpered a sound of pain and humiliation.  Collette spanked his ass with the belt, alternating from his left cheek to his right.  She delivered fifteen strokes to each of his cheeks before she put the belt aside.  She was breathing heavily from her exertions, having really put her energy into the swinging swath of leather.

    Tears fell from Mark's brown eyes, and he sobbed quietly, repeating, "I'm sorry," over and over like a child apologizing for their parents fighting.

    Collette felt a small pang of remorse, but did not let it show, "now, would you like to have your question answered?"

    "Yes."

    "As I was saying, the web page will have all the items you have requested.  The links page will be complete, the counter will be working perfectly."  She spent three more minutes answering the questions he had so rudely interrupted earlier, the entire time he stood motionless with his hands on the desk, his ass aimed at the still closed office door.

    Collette offered him the forms to sign and ten minutes later she left the office and walked into the blazing Arizona sunlight, smiling at the day.  She had finished signing the contract and left, but only after tucking his belt into her purse.

    "A souvenir," she whispered into the hot air as she started her car and headed for home.