Flight Attendant Misbehavior

Part 4 - What goes around comes around

Claire folded away the belt with which she had just spanked Eleanor. She smiled at the thought of the mark it had left on her bottom and thighs. Every time she spanked a junior colleague, she had to admit there was a thrill to it, triggering memories of her own experience being dealt with by the captain of a flight she worked on a few years ago.

He had caught her flirting with the first officer and had called her to his room during the layover to deal with her behavior. She had been terrified, but he had been firm but fair. She still relied on him to correct her own behavior from time to time.

Her phone rang. "I hear on the grapevine that you just spanked a junior. That's the third this month. A little excessive don't you think?" The voice was the captain's. Claire sighed, glad he had called her. She had always been more comfortable talking to him about these things than anyone else. "Yes, Captain. I did spank Eleanor. She specifically asked me to. She was intrigued by the whole thing. Said it would help her remember the rules."

"It seems to me that you might be pushing your authority, Claire." The captain paused for a moment. "I want you to think about your own behavior. Do you need some discipline of your own?"

Claire felt a flicker of excitement at the captain's words. "Discipline, Captain?" she said coyly. "I would never refuse it, sir. If you think I need it."

"Very well. I'll see you in my office back at headquarters. The day after tomorrow at 10am." The captain's tone was stern, but there was an undercurrent of excitement that Claire recognized from her own encounters with him. She hung up the phone, her heart racing with anticipation.

Claire woke early on morning of her meeting with the captain. Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and fear. She had no idea what the captain had planned for her, but she knew she had to be prepared. She took a long shower, washing away any lingering anxiety, and then opened her closet.

Her uniform hung in front of her. A navy blue knee length tailored dress and a silk scarf in the airline's colors. Claire knew that the dress would be coming off during the inevitable spanking and turned her attention to selecting what she would wear underneath it. A pair of black lace panties and a matching bra. She slipped them on and adjusted the cups to ensure the captain would have a good view of her breasts. The feel of the lace against her skin sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

Next, she pulled on a pair of sheer black hold up stockings, adjusting the bands to lie perfectly smoothly around her thighs. Claire reached for her uniform block heeled pumps, but paused as a thought entered her mind. She was going to headquarters, not working a flight, so she didn't need to wear her practical, comfortable heels. Instead, she selected a pair of black stilettos with a slim heel and a pointed toe, knowing they would make her feel even more vulnerable and excited as she walked down the hall to the captain's office.

Slipping into the dress and tying her scarf, Claire stood in front of the full length mirror. She took a deep breath and adjusted her posture, trying to project an air of confidence and submission. The captain had always admired her poise, and she wanted to make sure she lived up to his expectations. With one last glance in the mirror, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

Walking through the airline headquarters reception, Claire felt a mix of anticipation and fear. Her disciplinary meetings with the captain had always been in hotels on layovers previously, and she couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for her in his office. As she walked down the hall, she noticed the other flight attendants giving her curious glances. They couldn't help but notice her heels and the poise and confidence with which she held herself. It was clear that something unusual was happening.

Finally, she arrived at the captain's office. He was already seated behind his desk when she knocked and entered. He gestured for her to close the door and take a seat in front of him. Claire did as she was told, feeling a thrill of submission run through her as she crossed her legs slowly, giving the captain plenty of chance to study her heels and stockings.