Vincent

by Derek <derekp@indigo.ie>

The new manager got under everyone's skin. He always seemed to be around, and the whole store revolved around him. His name was Vincent and the only people who liked him were the bosses, the two elderly brothers who owned the store. They felt that Vincent had brought a sense of purpose to the store, and, what was the bottom line to them, the profits had increased. Jimmy and his friends didn't like the way Vincent did his job. At twenty-six, he used to be their mate, but now he made it clear that he was the boss and they were to do what he ordered. Jimmy and his friends would have loved to take him down a peg or two and waited for their opportunity.

One afternoon, Jimmy's friend Frank came to him very excitedly: "I think we have our chance to settle a few scores with Vincent!", he said. It turned out that Vincent was having some problems with his girl-friend, Joan, as he had missed a few dates. She had called to see Vincent today, and Frank had overheard their conversation. They had slipped downstairs and didn't realise Frank was working under the stairs. He had stopped working when he heard them coming down the stairs and they stood right in front of him. They were so close he could have reached out and touched them, but he could only see them from the waist down. "Are you going to be on time tonight, big boy?"

At first Vincent was casual "I'll try Joan, but you know sometimes it's hard to get away from here."

"Really, is that all that's hard around here I wonder?" and with that she leaned forward and unzipped Vincent's fly. There was a gasp from Vincent but he didn't try to stop her.

"I see I'm getting a bit of attention," she said as she reached in. "How would you like a bit of special action tonight?"

"But Joan, you have never..." Vincent stammered.

"I know, but I figure that tonight is right, but only if you're on time. But if you're not: well, I just don't want to see you again!" And as if to emphasize the point, she zipped his zipper up fast.

"I'll be there at 7 sharp!," Vincent almost croaked!

At 6pm Vincent looked at his watch. The store was closing and he would soon be on his way. Just then an assistant came and told him that a lady had collapsed and had been taken upstairs to the flat over the store, that at present lay unoccupied. Vincent frowned, he wanted to go right away so that he wouldn't be late for Joan, but he knew he had to go upstairs and see that the lady was okay. He rushed upstairs, into the large room and found Jimmy and six of his friends waiting for him.

"Where is the lady who collapsed?" he asked angrily. With that he heard the door lock behind him.

Jimmy spoke on behalf of the group. "Vince, we've decided you need to learn a lesson. Now we can do this in either of two ways. You can cooperate and it will be all over quickly. Or else you make it a lot tougher on yourself, and it ends up taking a lot longer."

Vincent paled visibly. These guys had all been his friends and he could see they had it in for him. But why tonight, of all nights! "What do you want?", he asked anxiously.

"We've decided that you need a good spanking because of the way you treated your friends when you got to the top!"

Vincent thought quickly. There was no way he could take them all on. There was only one thing to do, if he was to make his date with Joan. "Okay guys, have your fun, what have I to do?"

Vincent's cooperation came quicker than expected, but it gave Jimmy another idea! "Right Vince, we're going to have a game of charades! Go over to where big John is sitting, and without saying a word, you're going to ask him to put you across his knee and spank you! Knowing the minutes were ticking by, Vincent ran over to John and started gesturing! John was kind of slow to understand, but eventually Vincent grapped John's hand and brought it down on his own butt, then he got John to sit down and dived across his knee! John couldn't believe his eyes as he looked down at Vincent's cute butt! He smoothed the pants over the cheeks and brought his hand down hard.

"OW, " cried Vincent.

"Okay Vince, now you have to ask for ten slaps on your butt, and count them!" Vincent did what he was told, anxious to get them over with:

"Ow, one... ouch two... He counted on...

"Right Vince, now you go to Tommy. Remember Tommy? You humiliated him last week in front of everyone because he was five minutes late? This time you've got to ask Tommy to take your pants down before he puts you across his knee!"

Tommy seemed to be kind of slow in understanding, because Vincent had to eventually grap Tommy's hands and work them into taking Vincent's pants down! Vincent stood for a few minutes in his jockey briefs but ignoring the whistles of the gang, he once again dived across Tommy's knee and counted out the spanks.

"Now for the finale, Vince. Don't bother pulling up your pants, because you got to ask me to strip you completely and then put you across my knee".

Everyone laughed as Vincent shuffled over to Jimmy, with his pants around his ankles and then practically undressed himself, using Jimmy's hands! However when he stood naked there was a gasp of admiration at the 9 inch thick rod that stood out from him!

"Well Vince, it seems you're enjoying this too!" Embarassed, Vincent pushed Jimmy into the seat and then dived across his lap. Jimmy rubbed his hand over Vincent's cute butt. How he had longed for this moment. And now there were going to be many more such occasions! He brought his hand down firmly:

"One!", said Vincent. Jimmy was enjoying this, as were the rest of the gang.

When Vincent got dressed and was about to leave, Jimmy dropped the bombshell:

"We just want you to know we got all this on video, by the way. Frank, show Vince a clip!"

Vincent watched horrified as he saw himself begging Tommy and then pulling down his own pants with Tommy's hands before shooting across Tommy's knees. How could he ever convince anyone he was forced to do this! If his bosses ever saw this they would never let him keep his job!

"And by the way, Vince. From now on, you're to show the proper respect to me and my friends. And whenever we think you're falling out of line. . ., well maybe we'll pay a little visit up here again!" With that Jimmy gave Vincent a slap on his already sore behind and sent him on his way!

Vincent kept his job alright and the respect of his bosses. But he also learned to be familiar with dropping his pants and getting paddled by the boys!


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