Spanked on the Job (Part 2)


by Allan Ross <RBunnell1@aol.com>

"Come in, Brad," I heard Jack say, so I opened the door and stepped in, kind of nervous, closing the door carefully behind me.

Jack's office is kind of cluttered as it is used both by him and the day manager. There's a filing cabinet and a big metal desk with a kind of wooden swivel chair that looks like it's about a hundred years old. There are also a couple straight-back wooden chairs usually in front of the desk and a coat rack in the corner. Jack wasn't sitting behind the desk, which kind of surprised me. Instead, he was sitting in one of the straight-back chairs in front. He had taken his apron off and laid it across the papers and stuff on top of the desk. He was wearing black Levi jeans and a white shirt and tie, though he had loosened the tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Jeans and white shirts are pretty much our uniform at Central. We can wear blue jeans as long as they're not ratty, but everyone wears white shirts and ties. And everyone wears aprons while working.

"Sit down, Brad," Jack said, pointing to the other chair which had been pushed back by the door. "The kind of behavior which I just saw will not be tolerated."

"I understand, sir," I said, perched on the edge of the seat. "It won't happen again, I promise." I caught myself looking down at his crotch and promptly lifted my eyes to his face.

"I know it won't because I'm going to make sure you remember how I feel about it. You have a choice of discipline. I can dock your pay; I can put you on probation; or I can spank you for acting like a little kid. What'll it be?" Jack almost seemed to be smiling as he said that last bit, looking straight at me.

"That's not much of a choice, sir," I said, suddenly feeling as if I weren't taking big enough breaths. The funny feeling was back in the pit of my stomach as I thought about that last option.

"It's all the choice you're going to get, so make it snappy," he said, brusquely.

"I guess I'll take the spanking," I said, dropping my eyes from his steady gaze and telling myself it couldn't really be that bad. I almost wanted it in a way I didn't quite understand.

"All right, take your apron off and come over here," Jack said, spreading his legs slightly and giving his right leg a hard slap. The sudden, sharp sound made me jump a bit as I stood up. _d_a_m_n_ if my _c_o_c_k_ didn't start to stiffen. I untied my apron and lifted it over my neck, tossing it on the desk next to his. As I neared him, he reached up and pulled me down across his lap. Then he grasped me between my legs, his fingers pressing against my nuts, and shifted me further across his thighs. I hoped he couldn't feel I was hard. My head bumped against the coat rack, and I grabbed the base with one hand and a chair leg with the other. He rubbed my butt a bit with his left hand while he clasped my side just above my hip with his right.

Whack! His hand came down with a solid slap, square on my butt. His big hand covered a good portion of my ass. Whack! Whack! He started in on some serious spanking, but my jeans were pretty good protection at first. I felt his steady, strong spanks, and my butt started feeling warmer though it still didn't sting much. I decided I'd better make some noise though, so I started saying "Ouch" or "Ow" with each swat and kind of squirmed around on his lap. I don't know why, but I was hard as a rock. Jack kept spanking me for several minutes, and I kept crying out.

"You ain't foolin' anyone, Brad!" Jack said, in between swats. "So stop making so much noise. When your jeans come down, you'll have something to yell about!"

"Jesus, no! Please, Jack!" I said, serious this time. If he pulled my jeans down he'd see my hard _c_o_c_k_ for sure, and how could I explain that? "I'm sorry for making that mess. Really. You don't need to spank my bare ass!" _s_h_i_t_, if I didn't get a charge just saying it! Plus the guy had just given me a couple more hard whacks and now was rubbing my warmed-up butt.

"All right, Brad, get up and drop your pants," Jack said, helping me up off his lap.

"Please, Jack, no!" I said, looking at him, knowing my face was red. I saw him eyeing the bulge in my crotch, and then he looked up right into my eyes, reached out and grabbed my belt and started unbuckling it. I tried to stop him, but my hands were shaking.

"Don't fight me, Brad, or it'll be worse," he said, smiling, the son of a bitch!

He started unbuttoning my fly and his fingers pressed against my swollen _d_i_c_k_. Jesus, I know I turned even redder, and I tried to look everywhere but down. But I couldn't help it. I felt him pulling my loosened jeans down, and when I looked back down I could see my _c_o_c_k_ jutting out in my white Jockey shorts. What was worse, there was a big wet stain from my precome. Jack grabbed the waistband of my briefs with both hands and shucked them down as well, clear down to my knees.

"All right, Brad, now for your real lesson," he said, pulling me down across his lap again, my stiff _c_o_c_k_ rubbing up against the inside of his thigh.

SMACK! Boy, this was going to sting! Smack! Smack! Smack! Soon I was crying out for real. He kept spanking my bare ass fast and furious. I was squirming so much he grasped me tighter around the waist and pulled me closer against him. Smack! Smack! SmackSmackSmack!

"Take it like a man, Brad!" he said, his big hand striking all over my butt and the upper part of my legs. Jesus, did it sting! But, dammit, I was still hard. Then the bastard started rubbing my ass ever so often between spanks, his fingers briefly brushing my crack. I could feel my stiff prick sliding against the warm denim of his Levi's. Then some more quick spanks would follow, and then his hand would move down between my legs, his fingers brushing my ballsack. God, the mix of sensations was making me crazy!

"That's a good boy, Brad," he said, his breath coming kind of fast too and the spanks coming faster and lighter. Smacksmacksmack! Then he started giving me slow, hard spanks that pushed me up against him, and with each one he'd grasp my butt with a little squeeze. I knew I was moaning and begging, but what for I didn't know, and then it happened even though I tried to stop it.

"U-U-U-N-N-N-N-H-H-H!" I exploded in his lap and kept shooting and shooting! I couldn't remember when I had come so hard and so long. He kept rubbing my hot ass as I slowed, trembling and breathing like I'd just run a marathon or something. He let go of my waist with his right hand and ruffled my hair and squeezed the back of my neck.

"Okay, Brad, you've had your punishment," Jack said, helping me get up off his lap and leaving me standing in front of him. My face felt as red as my butt probably looked. I saw splotches of my come all over his crotch and thigh, and even some on his shirt where it had pulled out of his jeans. I also saw the formidable bulge of his own hard prick.

He stood up, reached into his back pocket and brought out a handkerchief which he used to wipe his jeans and shirt off. For some reason I just stood there like a fool, my jeans and briefs still down around my ankles with a glistening thread of come hanging off my relaxing _c_o_c_k_. When he finished wiping himself off, he suddenly pulled me close with his right arm and began wiping up the come on my stomach and groin. He grasped my _d_i_c_k_ with the handkerchief which made me stiffen again, and I blushed.

"Okay, Brad, pull up your pants. Good thing I wear an apron, isn't it?" he said, winking at me and smiling. "This would be hard to explain to this customers," he said, looking down at the moist spots on his shirt and jeans.

I was buckling my belt when he reached out and pulled me close again in a hug.

"No hard feelings, I hope," he said, his arms tight around me, one hand clasping my tender butt and then patting it. I hugged him back, feeling him against me and smelling his aftershave. God, he could have done anything he wanted to with me at that point. But I was still kind of confused. Still holding me he brought his head back and said, his lips about an inch from mine so I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face,

"You seem to appreciate your discipline almost as much as Ryan. I like to see that in an employee." He was smiling and his blue eyes held mine in a long look. I thought for a minute he was going to kiss me. I know my lips kind of trembled, and I was hard again. I could feel that he was too.

The he let me go.

"All right, let's get back to work Brad. I know you'll think hard before you mess up again, right?

I replied as we both put our aprons back on, "Yes, sir! I sure will!"

I don't remember much about the closing, but my butt sure stings, and I seem to be in a permanent state of hardness thinking back to what happened. And I think I know just what I'm going to do to mess up tomorrow night!


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