It had been a long, wasted day with Roxanne, but that's not unusual in this business. That is one of the reasons I do such in-depth testing, though; at least we would not have disappointed customers.

Supper rush hour was here, so I went down to the main floor. Grace had done a nice job running things while I was otherwise occupied, and service was smooth. About halfway through the meal service, I had to correct a server; she had poured decaf coffee instead of regular for a guest. Having seen it myself, I addressed the problem directly.

"Adele! You erred with the service to this table!" She stopped and looked down, aware of her mistake. "Apologize to the guests!"

Turning to the table, she fell to her knees, bowed to the customers, and said, "I humbly apologize for the mistake I made. I will accept whatever punishment you think appropriate."

As is typical, the guests had no idea what to suggest, so I took over. "Adele, assume the position." She was on her knees already, so she simply bent forward further to place the side of her head on the floor, flipping her skirt up over her back to expose her thonged bottom.

I allowed her to be exposed to the guests for a minute or two while rubbing the target and preparing my crop, then applied five hard strokes to her bottom.

"Count out loudly: apologize to the guest and request the next stroke."

"I apologize for the poor service, valued guests," she said, loudly and clearly. "Master, may I have the first stroke please?"

"Thwack!" Her cheeks indented with the force of the crop hitting, and a lovely welt arose as we watched.

She repeated her apology, and requested the second stroke. Spacing carefully, I laid on the second about an inch lower than the first.

"Thwack!" She grunted this time with the sensation, then apologized once again and requested the third. We repeated the ritual until she received her fifth stroke, when she arose and kissed the crop, apologizing to me for embarrassing me in the eyes of our guests.

I noticed that our guests were quite stimulated by the punishment, and offered the use of one of our convenience rooms, but they declined.

"My slut can wait until she gets home," he stated. "She is on OC anyway and won't be cumming for four days."

"Adele! You will lift your skirts and give Mr. Davis a full lap dance at once." She looked at me, hesitating for a moment... her bottom HURT and the last thing she wanted to do was rub on this man's lap right now.

"We'll discuss this further later, Adele. But you will do as you have been directed!" She heard the firmness in my voice, and jumped to comply. Fortunately, the music was slow and sensuous, and she had him getting off in just two songs. Once she finished, he had his companion help clean him up and Adele returned to serving her other tables.

Our guests enjoyed good service... and the rare occasion of errors. The display of discipline *right now* made sure the servers understood the urgency of our customer needs, and the guests saw our commitment to their needs.

And *I* just loved applying that discipline!