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Bad Habits Need Hard Measures

Date: 11/5/2014, Categories: Spanking, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

When her fingers lightly brushed over it, I gasped, though. “Shush.” She roamed all over my backside, and my heart beat like mad. “This looks fine. Quite hot, but no deep bruises. You appear to have a very spankable bum.” A soft swat made me yelp. “You can dress again. I hope for your sake that this was the last time today.” “It was!” I quickly ensured her while I slipped on my shorts. * * * * Monday morning at work was luckily busy enough so I wasn’t plagued with temptation all the time. Alisa, one of my co-workers, had called in sick, so I took on most of her work to keep myself from slipping outside. Lunch break was a wholly different thing, though. I went to the small cafe right next to our building and had a chicken salad. At first, everything was okay. But then I noticed all the smoking people around me. Wherever I looked, someone was lighting a cigarette or taking a drag, and the last few bites of salad tasted like cardboard. If the waitress had arrived at the moment I had finished, I might have made it back to work unscathed. But I wasn’t the only one on lunch break, and by the time she arrived, my internal struggle had been won by the enemy. As soon as she handed me back the change, I picked up my purse and raced down the street and into the narrow alley next to the shoe shop. “Fuck!” Why had this stuff to taste so good? I got slightly dizzy from it, and leaned back against the wall. I was in deep shit, and I knew it. I made it through the afternoon, albeit ... barely. But when I about to leave, Joelle caught me in the locker room. She didn’t look pleased. “Joelle?” I greeted her, and my voice couldn’t hide my nerves. “I’m sorry, Miranda,” she said, and panic tightened its tentacles around my chest. “We’ve had a complaint today.” “I’m sorry! It was just once, over lunch break. I swear, I’ll manage!” “I know. Still, I can’t have you working here until you can go through the day without smoking. You know what?” She looked me up and down, and felt like shrinking under her calculating gaze. “Stay home for the rest of the week. Be here on time next Monday, and if you’ve made it, we’ll not talk about anymore.” The threat was left unspoken, but it was there nonetheless. And my two weeks had just been cut in half. Still, it was better than getting booted. “Thank you, Joelle!” “Don’t disappoint me. I’d hate to lose you.” She turned around and walked away, and while the sharp clip-clap of her heels faded down the corridor, my heart wouldn’t slow down. * * * * Becca was already waiting for me. “Well?” she prompted from her place on the couch where she sat with folded legs and her laptop on her thighs. She could stay like this for hours, and I had no idea how her legs didn’t fall asleep. I lowered my eyes. “I failed once. Only once! But…” “But?” When I looked up, the tears ran hotly down my cheeks. “I’m not allowed to work this week. And I have to be clean by Monday, or…” I didn’t need to say it. “Oh my. Come here, honey!” She put the laptop on the ...