I keep shifting around on the car seat trying to find a comfortable way to sit, and I can't help wondering if Ryan set me up. The more I think about it, the more I'm sure that son of a bitch did! I've got to get even with him, and the way I'd like to is by giving him what I got tonight. _d_a_m_n_! There's just no way to sit that makes my poor butt feel better. I guess I'd just better drive home fast, go to bed, and sleep on my stomach. But let me tell you what happened. First, though, I'll give you a bit of background.
I've been working at this little grocery store called Central Market for just a couple of weeks. I got the job by taking over for a high school buddy who got a better job at his uncle's hardware store. We both just graduated from Gladstone High and are trying to make some money for college. It was really sweet that this came along, because it's a union job, and the pay and benefits are good even if I'm only a "box boy," as they call it. The store isn't very big, but it's more than just a neighborhood market. On Saturdays it's packed with folk who come in for the specials and who seem to have shopped there for about a zillion years. I work mainly evening shifts and Saturdays. The people I work with are a pretty nice bunch, actually.
Jack is the assistant manager. He's a big guy, over six feet, blond, with curly hair that he keeps cut short. He's a pretty muscular guy, probably from all the lifting and stuff, though maybe he works out a bit, too. He's a real cheerful guy-smiles a lot and jokes with everyone. But he's a hard worker and doesn't put up with any slacking off. I work mostly under Jack because of my schedule. Anyway, I've been kind of wondering about Jack, because I can't figure the guy out. I'll be working on stacking the shelves or leaning over the frozen food bins putting stuff in when he'll suddenly come up and give me a strong swat, square on my butt, and ask me if I'm working hard and then say he doesn't want to see me goofing off. Nothing strange about that except he leaves his hand on my butt after the swat for several seconds. I can feel his big hand grasping me and sometimes his middle finger's pressing right against my asshole. He doesn't do it all the time, just every so often. Sometimes he just comes up and clasps the back of my neck or shoulder and squeezes a bit, making a joke about what I'm doing or telling me to keep up the good work. I have to admit I kind of like it.
A couple nights ago I was bending over the frozen food bins and taking more time to shift the stuff around than I probably should have, but it was near to closing, and I didn't want to start anything else. All of a sudden I felt Jack grasp me around my waist with one arm and then he gave me five or six quick, strong spanks square on my ass with his free hand.
"If you waste any more time on this stuff, my boy, I'll give you a real spanking right here, customers or no," he said, kind of laughing. He left his hand on my butt after the last spank and tousled my hair with his other hand as I stood up.
"Okay, Jack," I said, blushing a bit and realizing that I had actually gotten hard while he spanked me. I took the empty frozen food packing boxes back to the storage area, and Jack walked back with me, joking a bit and clasping the back of my neck.
I probably shouldn't have let him get away with grabbing my butt right at the start, but I actually didn't mind it and now I kind of look forward to it. Maybe I'm gay or something, because I catch myself looking at Jack's butt and wanting to do the same thing to him. But Jack's married, for Christ's sakes! And to a real nice looking woman, and they've even got a new baby, so I can't figure things out, really. Hell, I've got a girl friend myself, sort of, anyway. We dated during this last year and even necked and fooled around some. It's nice, but I keep thinking about my friend Billy in the ninth grade and the some of the horsing around we use to do before he moved away. I've told myself that Billy and I were just sort of playing and investigating stuff, but it sure turned me on. I've started wondering what it would be like to do that stuff with Jack. Anyway, last night something happened that kind of led up to tonight.
It was about an hour till closing, and I was helping box up Miss Henderson's groceries. She's a regular and kind of nutty. She always wants to talk to the manager about stocking weird little foods. Don, the day manager, usually goes along with it and ends up ordering a few cans of some strange vegetable or something, but Jack just listens and then says he'll see what he can do. He told me once that if he ordered a case of the stuff she asks for it would still be around when the sun blows up or whatever it's supposed to do in about a trillion years. Anyway, before leaving the store she suddenly wanted to see the manager so I went running to find Jack. I don't know why they don't put in a PA system or something, but it's probably because Jack and Don like to see us run. I looked around the aisles and then headed into the back. I didn't see him anywhere so I went up the stairs to the back offices. I'd been yelling for Jack, but there hadn't been any answer. When I got to the door of the second office, I heard what sounded like slaps and some muffled cries or something. Instead of knocking I put my ear to the door--I don't know why, exactly. I heard Jack say,
"I told you you'd get this if I caught you jawin' with one of your buddies up by the magazine rack, didn't I?" In between the words I could hear loud smacks and Ryan's voice mumbling stuff I couldn't quite hear. Jesus, it sounded like he was getting spanked! And on his bare ass!
Ryan is another box boy who works most of the shifts I do. He's my age and also graduated this year. He's nearly as tall as Jack and played football on the high school team. He's not a heavy kid, but he's solid. Ryan's a goodnatured guy, kind of quiet with a deep voice. I don't know him very well, but he's fine to work with, though he doesn't move real fast-doesn't get excited much, even when we have a sudden rush.
After a minute I rapped on the door with my knuckles and said, as loud as I could without shouting,
"Jack, Miss Henderson wants to talk to you!"
"All right!" I heard him yell though the door. "Get back down there and tell her I'll be right with her."
Instead of going right away, though, I stayed with my ear pressed to the door. I heard Ryan's deep voice say,
"Thank God for Miss Henderson!"
Then I heard a loud smack, a grunt and Jack's voice again.
"Forget it, boy. I'm not finished with you and you know it. I expect you back up here right after we close. I'll lock up after Brad and the checkers leave, and then we'll finish this little session."
There was a final slap and then some sounds I couldn't identify and then Jack said,
"Now pull your jeans back up and get back to work!"
Right then I moved my ass out of there, taking the steps a couple at a time. I headed out front as fast as I could go. As soon as I told Miss Henderson that Jack would be along any second, I scooted back down one of the aisles to try and see Ryan come out. I pretended I was checking the dates on the yogurt in the cooler right near the swinging door that leads into the workroom. Jack had already burst through, but I was in time to catch Ryan come out, carrying a couple boxes of canned stuff. He looked a little flustered, and as he walked near I said, trying to sound casual,
"Were you in there with Jack, Ryan? You weren't in any trouble were you?"
He actually blushed and wouldn't meet my eyes.
"Nah, not really," he said. "He was just raggin' on me a bit cause Check came by to gab."
I was sure tempted to slap him on the ass as he walked by just to see what would happen, but I decided not to. Particularly since Jack was headed back our way.
"Cut the gabfest and get to work, guys," Jack ordered. "We've got plenty to do before closing. Get up front, Brad, there are some more folks checking out."
As I hurried toward the check-out stations, I couldn't help thinking of Ryan bare-assed and upended over Jack's lap getting his butt whacked good, and I felt a stirring in my groin. I didn't know then that I was soon to get a clearer picture, though it turned out a good bit different than I what I was thinking.
Earlier tonight while the store was pretty quiet, about an hour before closing, Jack found me facing some shelves and asked me to go back and help Ryan get some boxes of toilet paper and paper towels down from the attic storage area. I headed back to help and got there just as Ryan was starting up the ladder. I couldn't resist reaching up and giving his butt a good swat as he climbed.
"Haven't had any "talks" with Jack today, have you Ryan?" I asked, grinning.
"Watch it, Brad boy," he said, looking down at me and narrowing his eyes (though his ears got a bit pink at the same time). "You might just end up having your own talk with Jack if you get out of line. And maybe even with me."
I just kept smiling, deciding I'd start slapping his ass more often. I had liked the sound and the feel of my hand connecting with his firm butt.
Ryan got to the top and moved back out of sight looking for the right boxes. He found them pretty quickly and yelled down that he would toss about four down to me. The big cartons filled with paper stuff are pretty light so usually one guy drops a carton, and the guy below catches it and sets it on the floor. But this time after Ryan had tossed the first one down, he didn't give me time to get ready for the next. I had barely turned back from setting the first one on the floor when the second one came sailing down. As I turned back I actually hit it with my shoulder, and it bounced away into a promotional display of glasses that Jack had gotten ready to take out. CRASH! Half of the display got knocked over, and there was shattered glass all over the floor.
"_s_h_i_t_!" I yelled. "Look what you made me do, you big prick."
Just then Jack burst through the door and saw the mess.
"What the hell is going on here?" he said, pretty pissed.
"Ryan made me do it, sir!" I answered. "He tossed the boxes down way too fast!"
"Don't blame others for your own mistakes, Brad," Jack said, glaring at me. "Clear this stuff up and then report to my office. We're going to have a little talk. Ryan, get down and get out to the front to help the checkers."
Jack took the stairs up to his office two at a time and shut the door behind him. I went and grabbed the broom and dustpan and started sweeping up broken glass. My stomach started feeling kind of funny as I thought about what might be going to happen to me in Jack's office. As I started sweeping Ryan stepped off the ladder. Suddenly he stepped over to me, grabbed me around the waist and pulled me against his hip and gave me several strong swats on my butt.
Laughing, he released me and said,
"Now you get a chance to have a "talk" with Jack. I hope you enjoy it, smart ass. See you later!"
I got the glass swept up, my butt feeling kind of tingly from Ryan's powerful spanks, and then went up to Jack's office and knocked on the door.