The intercom buzzed on Mr. Mason's desk. Pressing the button with a perfectly manicured nail, Della heard Gertie's voice coming through from the outer office.

"There's a Miss Logan here to see Mr. Mason."

"Send her in.," said Della. Della had been tasked with waiting for Miss Logan's arrival while Perry was with Paul running down a lead. The door opened and in stepped a stunningly beautiful girl, no more than 19. Her blonde hair was styled in a chic bob, her blue blouse and grey A-line skirt smoothed perfectly over her supple curves. As she sauntered into the office, Della let slip a bemused smirk, noting silently how Mr. Mason always seemed to attract the most voluptuous clientele.

"How can I help you, Miss Logan?"

The girl looked Della up and down before saying disdainfully "You don't look like a 'Mr. Mason.'" Della, taken aback at the girl's rudeness, paused before answering. "Mr. Mason is running down a lead for another case" she spoke authoritatively. "He asked me to be here to meet you." Miss Logan sighed and sank into a defiant posture. "Well, I just hope he gets back soon, I don't have all day."

This time, Della spoke out; "Miss Logan you really ought to count your blessings. It's terribly difficult to secure an appointment with Mr. Mason. I understand your frustration but please, mind your tongue." Miss Logan glared at Della. "My father is paying good money for me to be defended by Mr. Mason. The least he could do is be on time for our appointment."

Suddenly, Della realized why Miss Logan was exhibiting such bratty behaviour; she was a trust-fund baby. Della had no use for these young women who had no ambition – or manners! Silently, she stood up from behind the desk and crossed the room until she had Miss Logan's chin between her thumb and forefinger. Miss Logan looked briefly alarmed and then put her mask of defiance right back up. Della pretended not to notice; "Young lady, there is one thing in your life that your father will be unable to buy for you, and that is good manners. Not to worry though, as I can help you out with that here and now."

"What do you m-" Miss Logan's inquiry was cut short as she was unceremoniously hauled over Della's lap in one swift motion. Sitting in one of the tall-backed chairs in front of Perry's desk, Della rested her hand on Miss Logan's round behind. "Miss Logan I intend to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget." And with that declaration, Della raised her right hand and came down hard on Miss Logan's bottom right from the start.

"AHHH!" protested Miss Logan as she squirmed and bucked under Della's hand. The flailing did not deter Della; she only wrapped her arm tighter around the young miscreant and continued to spank. Miss Logan pleaded, she demanded, and finally, she let a word slip that Della did not find very lady-like. Della's hand stopped mid-air as she determined that this simple hand-spanking was not getting through to the young woman. Silently, Della raised Miss Logan's skirt over her bottom, ignoring the pleas and promises to be good escaping Miss Logan's mouth. Della noted the pair of pink satin panties stretched tight over a voluptuous bottom of much the same shade. She then reached into her purse and pulled out the wooden-backed hairbrush that was *occasionally* used for brushing hair.

"Little girl, that sort of language absolutely WILL not be tolerated," she said sharply, bringing down the hairbrush with a solid CRASH against the young girl's tender behind. Miss Logan choked on a scream and sobbed "I'm sorry!" "You will be," Della uttered severely, and then got back to work.

*SMACK* "AHHHH" *CRASH* "URGH" *SLAP* "NOOOOOOOOOO"

This cacophony continued for what was probably only 5 or 6 minutes, but to Miss Logan felt like hours. Della slowed down as she spoke up; "Are you going to behave like a young lady from now on?" she asked pointedly. "Yes ma'am, I am so sorry!" sobbed the young girl. Della administered five more solid spanks to the backs of Miss Logan's thighs, and then set the hairbrush gently on Mr. Mason's desk. Slowly, Miss Logan stood up, rubbing her crimson bottom and crying softly. Della gently pulled the girl's skirt back down over her swollen bottom and pulled her into a maternal hug. Miss Logan, grateful for the forgiveness, laid her head gently on Della's shoulder as Della patted her back. After a minute, she looked up and spoke:

"Thank you for correcting me, Ms. Street" she said earnestly. "My parents never took the time to discipline me and if you hadn't intervened, I probably would have acted spoiled for the rest of my life." Della smiled softly down at the young girl and gently cupped her chin in her hand. "You're very welcome sweetheart, but let's not have a repeat performance." Miss Logan shook her head emphatically and Della let out a low chuckle.

As they walked over to the couch to sit down, Mr. Mason walked in. He began to introduce himself, then paused as he surveyed the scene. Miss Logan sat on the couch next to Della, her face tear-streaked and her clothes rumpled. He started to ask what happened, when he noticed Della's hairbrush laying ominously on his desk. As he put the pieces together, he walked over to Miss Logan and extended a hand. "My name is Perry Mason, Miss Logan. Sorry to have kept you waiting, but I see Della gave you our – eh hem - *warmest* welcome.

FIN