Pizza on time please
It had been one of those stressful days I could have done without. I must have been one hour later getting home than I planned. I kicked my shoes off, loosened my tie and went into the kitchen of my apartment. I opened the fridge door and realised I should have gone to the local supermarket. _d_a_m_n_ it was too late now, they would be open of course but my effort was unwilling. I stormed back into the hallway to check the post and as usual there was a selection of delivered leaflets. Most times these are not even glanced upon but put straight into the recycling bag but tonight, one caught my eye. The advert was for a firm called Pizza On Time. The advert offered the usual fare but in bold it stated, we deliver every time - on time - within 30 minutes of order - you can hold us to this. I looked at the address, it was further than I expected, probably minimum 14 minutes drive if traffic was good.
This was the solution, I did not want to shop, still less to cook from scratch and so ordered a RED HOT special - a spicy pizza with side orders. I gave my order and noted the time, it was 6.24 p. m. I threw off my clothes and jumped in the shower for several minutes, dried off and threw on a towelling robe. I headed back into the lounge, put on the widescreen tv and fired up the computer to check my personal emails. After a while I heard a theme tune of a soap opera and glanced at the time. It was 7.04 p. m. that means 40 minutes had gone by and my pizza had not arrived. So much for the 30 minute promise, I had been duped into picking that firm and was bristling with anger. I picked up the phone and got redial.
Casey (or K. C.) speaking, how may we serve your order.
My order has not been served, it is late and I am not happy.
Casey took the order details and confirmed the order was overdue. I don't know where your delivery driver has got to, he should be there any minute. His name is Bubek, a Czech lad, as we are late tell him he needs to follow customer satisfaction procedure.
I went back to my computer, smiling to myself, if only he knew what my mind was thinking of with terms like customer satisfaction. After dealing with another couple of messages, I heard the theme tune again. Now it was 7.28 p. m. more than one hour since my order was placed. I was feeling real mad. I picked up the phone and dialled the number and got a busy line tone. I threw the phone onto the sofa and stormed into the kitchen to get a cold beer. I came out and had just picked up the phone when I heard the entryphone buzzer. I went to the intercom and told the pizza boy to come right up, I was on the top - third floor.
The lad arrived at the top of the stairs and stood by the door holding the big insulated bag containing the pizza.
Bring it in and place it on the table I said sharply
We dont usually cross the front door, sir, he said, company policy.
Dont get me started on company policy, I am too angry for that.
He looked at me nervously and followed my directions to the lounge. I noticed he was a nice sized lad, probably about 19, solid build with greenish eyes. He asked for the money, quoting the full price. I stared at him intently.
You should know that I am supposed to be getting customer satisfaction, what difference does that make.
Well sir if I was late, we would take the pound off and customers dont give me extra then.
If you were late, if you were late, you are more than 40 minutes late.
No sir I came straight here as soon as the pizza was ready.
Stand there one minute, I said and went back into the hallway, remembering to shut the door and bringing back the piece of paper I had written 6.24 on. See this, I said, See this
Bubek said Sir I am good boy, I came quick with pizza.
Maybe it was the phrase, good boy, or just my bad temper, but I blew a fuse.
You are not a good boy, you are a very bad boy, a bad boy indeed.
No sir, I am really good boy, I have papers to say I am good.
You are a bad boy, I repeated and you are going to learn not to be a bad boy and to learn to tell the truth.
I suddenly seized his left arm and sat back onto the sofa, the movement bringing him off balance and sort of perched over my knee. I raised my right hand and brought into contact with his trouser seat.
I followed through with three more quick swats, Whap Whap, Whap
Aagh, No No No he said and wriggled.
My left arm still clutched his arm and he was at a disadvantage. I brought my right arm down several more times, slapping the whole area of his bottom. Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap.
AAGH Sir, you should not do this. It is not allowed in my country.
You are in my country now, in fact you are in my house and I will teach you the hard way to be a good boy and continued to rain a selection of blows. When I finish, you will know how to be a good boy.
As I was saying this, I slapped him a couple more times and also rubbed my hand around his butt between the strokes. Whap Whap Whap
The boy stopped wriggling and became more passive.
This is bad, you are bad man. I bring you pizza on time and you do me bad. You make me hot. This is too bad.
Stand up I said.
He eased off and stood up. I went straight to his belt and undid it, working quickly on the trouser fasteners.
What are you doing with my pants he said.
Be quiet and get back over my knee.
I had by now undone his trousers and yanked them down past his knee. As I did so, the boxer shorts underneath came down a little and he rushed to hold them up The boxer shorts were a lime green colour and a nylon type material which was very thin. He went back over my knee.
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I continued to slap him, though in a more measured way, distributing the slaps all over his quite meaty bottom. Again as before, I moved my hand a lot in a rubbing motion and especially when I followed the patch of his crack and down toward the genital bulge he writhed in a seductive way.
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Amongst a few groans, he said, Sir I am good boy, I always good boy, I came quick to your house.
When will you tell the truth, I said, adding a few more slaps Whap Whap Whap
Sir I came quick with pizza, I had to wait long time ready.
What do you Whap mean, wait Whap a long time ready, Whap.
Sir K C had to make the bits for pizza, he took the long time, I came quick.
Stand Up and put your hands on your head. He stood up and as he did so, A quite firm and meaty _c_o_c_k_ poked through the fly of the boxer shorts. He reached toward it but I said Leave that, no problem, no problem at all and so he put his hands back on head. I looked and his face was flushed.
I picked up the phone and dialed the shop. Jimbo answered and I asked for KC who came on the line. I gave my details and told him I had a serious problem with the delivery being so very late.
I do not understand the delay he said
I said, I have shouted at your boy Bubek and now he is in tears, he is not leaving my flat. I think you should come over right away.
You should not believe this boy, he said, he is new but all these boys say anything to get what they want. I will be there in about ten minutes.
I put the phone down and told Bubek, that KC was also coming over.
He replied, You will see I am really good boy and you make me have hot bottom but I do not cry tears.
Maybe, Maybe not. We have ten minutes left, back over my knee.
The boy did not argue and once in place, I eased down his boxer shorts to see quite a pink bottom. I moved my hand about and again teased his crack with my fingers. He wriggled a little and as he did so I moved my left hand underneath to cup his crotch. He stayed still and did not resist.
I gave him a series of noisy but faint slaps, designed to redden his butt but not to hurt badly
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As I did so my hand cupped and squeezed his bulge and he rapidly stiffened to a pleasant feeling size. I told him to stand up and face me. He did so now without much shame and I fingered his balls and _c_o_c_k_ gently.
Sir, this is bad to do this, but I am liking this.
I can see that I said as I moved forward and took his _c_o_c_k_ into my mouth. He moaned and I started to work around the head. The doorbuzzer went and I cursed.
Stand in that corner there behind the TV, face to the wall and keep quiet. He shuffled over as his legs would let him, still having the trousers and shorts by his ankles.
I went and answered the door and it was K C as I expected. Like I thought the boy was probably about 22, fair height and fair hair, though quite slim. I asked him to come in and sit on the sofa. He did so, sitting on the right and I sat to the left of him.
I asked him to explain why my pizza had taken more than an hour to reach me, expressing my dismay that as a new and possibly valued customer he had let me down so badly.
He said he was very sorry but he had only taken on the new boy Bubek that day and he could not trust him.
Is that the complete truth, I asked
Scouts honour he said, betraying his past.
So why would Bubek lie to me and tell me you had to prepare a lot of items.
He must have seen me getting things ready for later on, we work in advance so the pizza is quick to make when we are busy, he spluttered.
Exactly what time was my pizza ready and what time did Bubek leave.
He hesitated, 6.50 and the boy left straight away.
If the pizza was ready only at 6.50, he was never going to get to me in four minutes was he.
Four minutes, it must have been a different time, what time did you place the order.
That does not matter, tell me the truth, what time did the pizza become ready.
He stalled trying to think of an answer.
So I said, you are obviously lying, no wonder Bubek was not ready for customer satisfaction. You are a bad boy too, in fact worse.
Sir bad boy is a bit strong to use, I got a little behind in the preparations earlier, I was on the phone too long to a friend.
Bubek, show KC here what happens to a bad boy.
KC looked up in surprise, he had not noticed Bubek by the television. Bubek shuffled forward, unashamedly and turned around in front of KC clearly showing the reddened butt.
KC you are very bad man, you make the lies and give me big problem.
KC flushed, How did you get this.
Allow me to show you I said and with that I pulled him over my lap from where he was sitting. Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap
I raised my right hand and brought into contact with his trouser seat. Whap. I followed through with three more quick swats, Whap Whap, Whap
Aagh, No No No he said and wriggled. I brought my right arm down several more times, slapping the whole area of his bottom. Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap.
So KC I think you have caused Bubek a lot of pain, how does it feel. As I was saying this, I slapped him a couple more times and also rubbed my hand around his butt between the strokes. Whap Whap Whap
This is not real, I cannot believe you are doing this to me he said between gasps.
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This is very real, stand up and unfasten your trousers. He did so, probably shocked by the request and did as I told him lowering them to reveal standard white jockey briefs.
As directed he went back over my knee and I increased the pace Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap and severity Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap
Twice he tried to put his hand on his butt to stop me but I pushed it away.
Bubek, stand in front of KC, he will grab your legs to keep his hands still.
They did as I asked and I continued to slap KC firmly all over his butt, not pausing to rub as I had done with Bubek. As I did so, KC head kept bobbing against Bubeks crotch and I saw he was soon back to the hardness I had seen.
By now, I had been pushing the pants from his cheeks into the crack and slapping some real flesh. suddenly I then grasped the waistband and gave him a wedgie.
As I did so his head flew up quite a bit more and his head was now firmly in Bubeks crotch. I slapped very firmly on this newly exposed area Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap and he gave several aaghs. On one of them, Bubek seized his moment and thrust his enlarged _c_o_c_k_ into KC mouth. I heard him gag and saw Bubek grip his head and move it up and down his pole.
I continued to slap him even more heartily Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap I noticed Bubek had quite a rhythm going and I quickly eased down the y fronts to leave some bare ass which I soon set to Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap.
For once I started to tease him with my fingers bewteen slaps and found that he wriggled gently but not violently. As I cupped his balls and _c_o_c_k_, he too became stiff but felt quite small, his dick was fairly thick but I was sure it was no more than about four and a half inches.
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I still slapped him but now worked his body all the more, teasing the end of his _c_o_c_k_ between my fingers. As I did so he bucked and seemed to be working his _c_o_c_k_ into my grasp. All the time I was hearing muffled noises from him and Bubeks face was a sheer delight.
Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap the slaps were now well spaced. Suddenly, Bubek muttered something, in Czech I think, sounded like lecky lecky and from the gulp I heard, I was pretty sure he had just shot his load. At the same time, I felt my fingers go warm and sticky and KC shot his load. Bubek pulled up and I sent him to get cleaned up in the bathroom.
KC mouthed Oh my God, trying not to swallow with his full mouth and I sent him to the kitchen to rinse. He teetered through, in a strange cramped walk and I almost wet myself with the sight.
After a few minutes, they were both back in the lounge.
I sternly said to them, you both know how important it is to deliver pizza on time. This teaches you both a good lesson. Now off you go, and by the way KC, you have fifteen minutes to get to the shop, then 30 minutes to make me a fresh order and bring it back, yourself, to me. I think you will do it this time.
As they left I heard him say to Bubek, do not tell anyone about this ever. Bubek said I was a good boy for you, always you will be a good boy for me when I want.
KC did come back in time with the replacement, with several extras. We ate Pizza together and then I just had to inspect my work. I had my dessert the way I like it. I plastered his crotch with cold ice cream, he sure went small, and then I licked him back to life and finished him off.
Nowadays, my pepperoni feast is on time everyday, KC moved in with me. I keep him in line as he suffers for every minute any customer is late. We usually have Bubek round a couple of times a month as we have to be sure he is still a good boy. If nothing else I love that look in his eyes as he says lecky lecky just as he spurts his fresh cream. Pizza and dessert, life is good.