Folks, this little tale is written in collaboration with Stu999, please see his story, '2 Problems', for the other side of the story...
That new boss of mine is a ball buster, plain and simple. Always on my case, chewing my ass over simple things, heck, what kind of work does he expect me to be doing at these slave wages this place pays?
The old boss was so much better, he spent most of his time in his office, playing with himself for all I know, he sure had a good supply of girlie magazines up there and I'm pretty sure he wasn't reading the articles, heck, I don't think he could even read. This new dude is a real go getter, always after the whole pile of us, yapping at our heels all day long.
"Why did it take you so long to get that job done?" he'd ask. "Why didn't you clean the shelf before you stocked it?"
Stuff like that. What a pain! You might think he was my daddy or something like that. He used to get on my case all the time, too, at least this new dude that's running the store don't take his belt to my butt like Dad used to though from how he's looked at me a couple of times I wouldn't be surprized if he didn't want to. Boy, didn't those lickin's that Dad used to give me hurt, thank goodness that's all in the past now, he hasn't given me a lickin' since I moved out of his house three years ago and got the job here and a pad of my own.
To make things worse the boss dude caught me going home with a bag full of munchies, he started to spot check for receipts on the way out of the store and darned if I could find mine. Well, okay, maybe I didn't have one after all. The dumb bag of stuff wasn't even mine, for goodness sakes, I had agreed to take it out of the store for my best buddy Dan, but now that I had been caught with it I was not going to squeal on him. He doesn't have the seniority at the store that I have and would likely be in a great deal of trouble, more than me anyhow. Besides, if Dan got fired it would put a stop to the rest breaks we used to take together in the cleaning closet in the back of receiving.
"Eric, up to my office," he said when I couldn't find the receipt. I followed the dude upstairs and automatically looked for girlie magazines on the desk, either this guy didn't have any or he was hiding them.
"Can you give me a good reason why I shouldn't fire your lazy butt right now?" he asked me.
"Look, I'm sorry," I said, "and it won't happen again, I promise." A little begging never hurts. "I don't know what came over me, it was a mistake that I can tell you won't ever happen so long as I work here."
He looked at me for a long, long time and said "Well, maybe it was a mistake, but I can't just ignore it. You are suspended for two weeks without pay and I want you to show here in my office at six o'clock two Sundays from now, we'll talk about your status at this store then."
I hadn't counted on this happening, darn that Dan anyhow! I still wasn't going to rat him out, I'm just not built that way.
Well, I spent those two weeks looking for a job elsewhere, I looked everywhere I can tell you for sure. Other grocery stores, a department store or three, even at the carwash, none of them were willing to pay me the wages I deserve. I was going to have to kiss some butt and beg for my job back, if I didn't the bank would be coming to get my car for sure. Somehow I didn't think that would impress him all that much so I decided to give him a song and dance about how I had to support the kid that my girlfriend popped out. Who knows, it might have been true if I ever thought about having a girlfriend or could possibly consider doing it with some girl to make a baby. Ick! He don't know nothing about my life outside of the store, though, so maybe he'll buy it.
"Well, Eric, have you learned anything from your suspension?" the boss asked up in his office.
"Yes, sir," I answered in my best butt kissing voice, "I sure have. I've thought long and hard about it and I'm so ashamed of what I did and I promise to turn over a new leaf and work harder and never, ever, even think about stealing again." Then I launched into my story about my poor baby who would starve if I couldn't work and all that other fantasy. He just stood there looking at me, sitting behind his desk while I stood in front of it.
Finally he said, "Well, I'm inclined to give you another chance, Eric, you do know the store rather well and when you decide that you want to do something you can do a good job of it. There is just one problem, I don't think that you have truly learned a lesson for getting suspended for two weeks, it's too bad that you aren't a kid, I know how to deal with a kid that shoplifts, he wouldn't be sitting with any degree of comfort for a week!"
His words hit me. "You want to spank me?" I asked not believing what I heard.
"Yes, quite severely as a matter of fact," he said.
"I'm too big to spank!" I protested.
"A boy is never too big to spank," he stated firmly, "if he has a butt it can be spanked, it just has to be spanked harder than a younger boy's. The choice is yours, take a spanking and keep your job or don't and get fired."
Darn it all, I needed this job! If I didn't get back to work right away there goes the car with the apartment soon to follow. He really wants to spank me!
My face bright red I mumbled, "Okay, I'll take the spanking." I felt a horrible urge to urinate, somehow that hasn't changed much, I always got that feeling when I knew that Dad was about to tan my hide for me again. I could also feel my weenie starting to rise, that always seems to happen as well.
The boss rolled his chair out from behind the desk and said, "Come over here."
I walked over to where he was sitting and the dude reached up to my fly and started to undo the button!
"Whoa, there!" I yipped, backing away from him. "What you think you're doing!"
"A spanking isn't a spanking unless it's done on bare skin," he said firmly, "my father always used to say 'nothing gets between me and my kid when it's time to spank him' and I sure don't argue with my father. Come over here so I can get those pants off of you or get out, I don't care which!"
Blushing even hotter if possible, I moved closer to him and stood there while he undid my fly and lowered my old jeans to the floor, thinking it was a good thing I had on my new boxer-briefs. It isn't like this would be the first time in my life that someone has taken my pants and undies down to whip my butt, I guess older men must all think the same way for my dad had the same view of how a boy is to be dressed for a spanking. The boss paid just enough attention to my clean boxer-briefs to yank them down as well, they were soon around my ankles with my jeans. My half hard weenie was dangling there right in front of his face, he almost hit it with the top of his head when he pushed my underpants down!
"Step out of your shoes and take your jeans and underwear right off," he said, "you won't need them for a while."
I did as he told me to do, neatly folding my jeans and putting them on the chair he had left along with my underpants, I put my sneaks underneath the desk on one side.
"Okay, bend over the desk," he said, "get that butt of yours right out there so I can spank it!"
I slowly bent over the desk, knowing how exposed I was and it got worse because he got his hands between my legs and spread them wide, so wide it felt like he was splitting me in half. I could feel the breeze from the air-conditioning blowing right up my crack and hitting my boy-hole so I knew that was in plain view as well and blushed even hotter. I really, really hoped that I had done a good job wiping that morning, having him see my boy-hole was bad enough, if it was dirty I'd just die! I was also fully aware of my nuts dangling between my wide spread legs though my dick wasn't, it was pressing against the front of the desk being pretty hard by now.
The boss was walking around in back of me, still jabbering away about what a chance I took stealing like I did and how anyone else would have just fired him. I just wanted him to get this embarrassing thing over with.
"CRACK!!"
A horrible noise happened right near my head and I yelped and tried to raise up to my feet. I felt a scalding spurt come gushing out of my dick, that scared piss right out of me! I looked where the noise had come from and saw this awful big strap.
"Please, please don't whip me with that thing!" I begged.
"Big boys need big tools," he said, pressing me back down firmly on the desk.
There was another loud 'cracking' noise but this time flaming heat burned across my naked tail. I yelled from the pain and then something from my youth took over.
"ONE!" I yelled. I always had to count the lashes of the belt across my buns, if I didn't Dad just took it as a sign that I didn't care about the fires burning back there and would really light into my fanny with that hunk of leather.
"How many times you going to spank me with..." 'CRACK!!' "TWO!" I howled.
Ten more times that horrible strap blasted my butt cheeks, turning the entire area back there molten with pain. I was howling out the count between sobs all the time, crying like a little kid getting his first taste of the belt on his bare bottom. Dad could still make me howl at age seventeen when he'd lay the leather across my butt cheeks but this stupid strap of the boss' felt like it had been dipped in gasoline and lit on fire before he whacked my tail with it! My butt hasn't felt this hot and sore since the time that I sort of borrowed Dad's car.
"Stand up and turn around and face me," said the boss.
I creaked my way to my feet, knowing better than to rub my flaming rump, I'd done that once early on when Dad spanked me and earned another twenty or so lashes of the belt across my fiery cheeks so never tried that trick again. My dick had reacted as it always did, got super hard and now was sticking out like a flagpole, I used to get so embarrassed when that happened and now was showing it to the boss. When I glanced down I could see a silvery drop shining in my pee slit, that always happened as well when I got spanked.
"You can go over and stand in that corner for a while," said the boss, gesturing to a corner behind his desk.
I made my way over to the corner and stood there, forehead against the wall and hands by my sides, bottom glowing into the room like a stop light. At least he couldn't see my erection standing like this. As I stood there and worked my eyes down I could see the drop had turned into a clear line starting to link my weenie with the floor. Quite often after Dad had given my fanny a good hiding with the belt I'd be in a corner just like this and sometimes that silvery stream did make it to the floor. Just something that happens, I don't like to get my butt whipped, really!
"Once you catch your breath we'll do the other half of the spanking," said the boss.
"Please," I sobbed, "I can't handle another dozen spanks with that thing!" Another twelve whacks with that strap would rip all the hide from my bottom for sure!
Then the door came crashing open...