At 19 I got a job at a car dealership. My job was to clean up after hours in the showroom and the service garage. The owner was a large man in his 50's who owned a whole lot of things and had a good deal of money. His office was upstairs on the second floor of the garage area. He had a big picture window in it that looked over the service area. From there, he could see the whole garage.
One evening as I was working, I thought I heard something in the service area, but couldn't find anything wrong, so I went about my business. Of course, being young my business was loafing around cause I was alone. I was sitting in a new car in the service area, listening to the radio, when all of a sudden I felt a presence near me. I looked up and there stood the owner, Mr. Hartnell. He was pissed!! "I want you to follow me up to my office." he said. Now I was worried. I didn't need to lose my job and wondered what he was going to do.
When we got to his office, he said "I came back tonight, because I didn't think we were getting enough done on your shift." "I wanted to see for myself what you were doing." I said "I'm really sorry Mr. Hartnell. It will never happen again... honest." "I know it won't Stephen, and do you know why? Because I'm about to teach you a lesson you won't forget." With that he put a chair in front of his desk and went around to the back of his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a huge wooden hairbrush.
"I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do Stephen. You are going to take off all of your clothes. Then you are going to come over to me and bend over my knees. I am then going to use this brush to give you the hardest spanking you have ever received in your life. Or I'm going to fire you." "Which is it going to be Stephen? The spanking or the unemployment line?"
I knew which I had to pick, I need the job badly. I started taking off my clothes. When I was completely naked I walked over to him and stood by him. "Last chance Stephen. Do you want me to spank you, or you can leave?" "I really need the job Mr. Hartnell." I said. " You can give me the spanking." "Good." he said. "Bend over!!" With that, I put myself over his knees.
Mr. Hartnell was as good as his word. He gave me a spanking I never had before. Withing seconds I was kicking and screaming. The hairbrush landed again and again on my red and sore bottom. Blisters started forming as he spanked me over and over. I begged, I screamed, I pleaded. Nothing was stopping him from giving me the punishment of my life.
I don't know how long it went on, but when he stopped I lay on the floor holding my destroyed bottom and crying like a baby for a good half hour. He then helped me get up and told me to get dressed. He said, "You will now go downstairs and get to work. When your shift is over you will come back upstairs. You will strip again and bend over my knees again. At that time I am going to spank you 50 time with my hand as a reminder to work at night and not goof off." "If I ever catch you again, you will get the same treatment I assure you."
I can tell you that I learned my lesson well that night. I learned some thing else that night. I liked to be spanked!!! Mr. Hartnell had me over his lap many more times before I quit that job. I guess maybe I'll never really learn my lesson.