Flight Attendant Misbehavior

Part 3 - Eleanor's introduction

Eleanor leaned against the counter in the dimly lit galley, rubbing her eyes as she tried to ward off the weariness creeping up on her. The long night flight had been mostly uneventful, but for a newly qualified flight attendant it seemed like there was always something to do, even when the last of the meal trays had been cleared away and she was terrified of breaking one of the many rules that had been drilled into her during training. She glanced over at Hayley, who was sitting cross-legged on the jump seat, idly flipping through a worn copy of a magazine.

"You know, Hayley," she began, tentatively, "you've been flying for a long time. How on earth do you manage not to break any of the rules?"

Hayley looked up from her book with a smile. "Oh, you know, I've just learned what you can and can't get away with. And how not to get caught! And when you do get caught, there's more than one way disciplinary stuff gets handled. Things don't always get back to HQ."

She glanced meaningfully at Eleanor and then back down at her magazine. Eleanor blushed, feeling suddenly self-conscious. She'd heard rumors about the old-fashioned discipline system that was supposedly still in place, but had never really believed they were true. Or that anyone actually used them.

"So, have you ever..." she began, but trailed off, feeling a bit foolish now. Hayley's eyebrow arched up in amusement.

"Oh, come on, don't tell me you're one of those naive ones," she teased. "Of course I have. And you know what? It's not as bad as you think. Claire, she's the one who handles most of that stuff. She's been doing it a while now, and she's good at it. Really knows how to keep things under wraps."

Hayley leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice. "Dealing with things quietly doesn't mean it's easy though. Claire doesn't hesitate to break out the belt. But you know what they say, no pain, no gain. And believe me, after one of her spankings, you'll never forget your place again."

Eleanor felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought. Claire was a senior flight attendant, respected and feared in equal measure. Her no-nonsense attitude and strict adherence to the rules made her the perfect candidate for keeping order among the ranks. And the idea of her wielding a leather belt? It was both terrifying and strangely arousing.

"So," she asked, trying to sound casual, "how does it work? What actually happens?"

Hayley grinned mischievously. "Well, it's not like we all get together in some sort of kinky club or anything. It's just between you and Claire. She'll find some quiet place and take you aside, and then she'll explain what you've done wrong and why you need to be disciplined. The she'll offer you the choice."

She paused dramatically, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You can either allow Claire to deal with it privately, or your name goes on the flight report back to HQ."

Eleanor's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened in understanding. This was serious. But then, so was getting in trouble in the first place. "And if I choose Claire?" she asked quietly.

"Then she'll tell you the time and place." Hayley replied with a knowing smile. "Usually her room at the crew hotel after the flight."

Eleanor took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She couldn't deny there was a strange kind of thrill that was coursing through her veins at the thought of facing Claire and submitting to her discipline.

"And what happens after that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hayley leaned in closer, lowering her voice even further. "You show up at Claire's room in your full uniform. You make sure you're not a moment late - it gets worse if you are. And you follow her instructions without question."