I'm pretty sure that this phrase has been used in one of the hundreds of stories published in this archive, but I must use it any way. The following story is true...the names have been changed to protect the spanked!!!
Ever since Sal was promoted to assistant manager his attitude had changed dramatically. He had worked at this job ever since he was a sophmore in high school. Sal has since graduated from college and is still working for six to seven dollars an hour. He pretendes to know everything about the business but in reality he knew just a little more that our regular customers. Before I go any further, first I must explain my position at this job. Currently I am the "Head assistant manager" according to the owner but in the eyes of my co-workers, I am just a regular assistant. My boss considers me in charge of everybody else because he wants me to become the general manager of his business. He loves how I deal with the people and is amazed at my knowledge about his business since I am only twenty-four years old.
Like I said Sal's attitude had taken a turn for the worse. Every day he had a totally different attitude towards life and especially towards his job. One day he is happy, the next he is pissed off at the world. When ever I tried to talk to him, he would give me a smart-ass comment and walk away. How am I going to be the general manager of a business if I can't control somebody my own age? Immediate action needed taken before this situation got out of hand. I decided to call Sal and set up an informal meeting to discuss my concerns. Surprisingly he agreed.
Sal walked into my office like he was walking into the principal's office. When he turned around to close my door, I couldn't help but notice that ass. Sal was only about 5'8" tall and very slender. Slender except for that ass. For about thirty seconds I began to have flashbacks of my Junior High School days when kids were paddled for just being late to class. I loved it. I never was on the receiving end, but I was always the first in line to sneek a peek at some boy getting his ass roasted. Sal sat across from my desk and for the first time he looked intimitated. I began my explanation of problems that I see with his job performance. He looked at me shocked as hell and he didn't know what to say. I told him that if he wanted to keep this position, he needs to improve. If not he'll be back to cleaning up trash. He began to apologize and a tear started down his left cheek. WOW ! I had him right where I wanted him. I could do whatever I wanted to but I did not want to abuse my authority. I told him I would not tell the owner about this meeting or any other future meetings, but if his bad attitude kept up, there would be trouble.
Within 72 hours I received a complaint that Sal had smarted off to a customer and that customer wanted to talk to me. At that instant I knew Sal's ass was mine. I called him into my office the following morning and gave him two choices.
"Either you let me deal with you or I pick up the phone and call the owner. Also I will call your dad."
Sal just sat there and gazed into my eyes. I leaned back in my chair, folded my hands, and waited. He stood up out of his chair and declaired,
"I guess I don't have a choice, what are you going to do with me?"
I also stood up out of my chair and told him to sit down and be quiet. I told him that ever since I met him I always though he needed his ass beat and that would change that _c_o_c_k_y attitude. He looked at me and began to studder. I interrupted him and said, "Either I beat your ass or you take the chance of losing your job."
He said,"fine...like its going to hurt anyways"
I ordered him back in this office at midnight that evening, if he was one minute late, the deal is off and I recommend he gets termanated.
Midnight arrived and so did Sal. I opened up the building and we headed for my office in dead silence. I locked the door, turned around, and he was leaning on my desk telling me to hit him so we can get this over with.
WRONG !!!
I'm in charge. I told him if he had any plans later tonight, cancell them, he'll be home attending to his ass. I moved him off of the desk and told him to strip down to his boxers. His skin was pale white from head to toe. He hesitated but went ahead with his instructions. I leaned up against the desk and told him to stand next to me. He did and I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over my knee. Fantasy has now come reality. I was going to beat this plump, white ass to a pulp.
He began to shiver as I put my left arm around his body to hold him into place. I rubbed his ass lightly and he immediatly jumped. I gave him one more chance to back out or pay the price.
Well he wanted spanked. I looked down at my target and knew those boxers were coming down. My right hand lifted up high in the air and......
CRACK!! Direct hit on the right cheek.
CRACK!! Another good shot on the right cheek.
The next two landed on the left, then two in the middle. Sal yelled and I told him this was only batting practice, the game hasn't started yet.
I continued with spank after spank. Then the boxers had to come down. I had him stand up and just as he made eye contact with me, looking humiliated as all hell, I looked down and grabbed his boxers, pulled them down, and said...."Play ball."
I walked over to my desk and pulled out a paddle which I purchased from the Santa-Barbara Paddle Company. Sal almost pissed himself right there. The hand spanking was embarassing but not too painfull. I grabbed his arm and bent him over the desk. His ass was pinkish but that was going to change.
My left hand was on the small of his back and I put the paddle right up against his ass. Sal flinched, but stood firm.
I raised the paddle and brough it down straight across his ass. I paused and let the sting set in. He grunted but that was it. I swung again.
CRACK !! CRACK !! CRACK !!
Now he began to yell and scream. I walked around the desk, squated down to his eye level, looked him straight in the eye and told him for all the bull_s_h_i_t_ he put me through he was going to receive 20 more cracks with the paddle with sixty seconds in between licks. After that he would get another hand spanking and he would be through. I walked back around and
CRACK !! The best shot yet-right between his upper thighs and his sweet-spot. He stood straight up and grabbed his ass. I shouted if he did that again I would add 50 licks with his own belt.
CRACK !! CRACK!! CRACK !!
Methodically I placed the swats all over that plump ass until I reached twenty. After the last crack I let him just lean on the desk and cry. After about five minutes, he was back over my knee, getting his final hand spanking. The heat coming from that butt was incredible. Finally I figured he had had enough. I stopped and let him up. He looked and me and said, "I am vvvvvvvvvery sorryyyyyyy." I could hardly understand him through all of the blubbering. I put my hand out to offer a hand shake. He shook my hand, I pulled him up against my body, let go of his hand and squeezed that ass. Immediatly we both got hard. Thats for another story...Maybe