Jason was a stunning young man. He was 21 years old, had baby blue eyes and jet black hair. He always wore tight balck jeans to work that showed every perfect curve of his tight ass. He was a hard worker, once he got there. Punctuality wasn't a concept he grasped. He was repeatedly late for work. Not just a couple of minutes, sometimes as long as a half hour. The drugstore he worked at was short handed already, and they were in no position to fire him, and he knew that. But, finally, he pushed his luck to far. On this particular day, the regional manager was visiting. One cashier called in with the flu, leaving the front end up to Jason. It was time to open, and he still wasn't present. The assisant manager threw in a drawer to cover for the young man. The manager, Dave, who was also the pharmacist, was not too pleased. Forty five minutes later, Jason strolled in. He had some lame excuse, as usual, but Dave didn't care.
"I want you to get up front immeadiately. I want to see you tonight after work, at 9pm. If you do not show, you are fired. Not get up there."
Jason didn't say a word. He had never seen Dave be so managerial. The day went very slow for the young stud. He was asked to work til 9, and did since he had to return anyway. Finally, 9 came, and the store closed. Everyone quickly counted down their drawer and left, all except Dave and Jason.
They went into the back office. Dave sat on the desk, while Jason pulled up a chair.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire your sorry ass?"
Jason just sat there.
"I said give me one reason why I shouldn't fire you." Dave repeated.
"I..I can't." Jason stammered.
"I didn't think so. I will give you a choice. You can walk out now, or you can learn to be responsible."
When the 26 year old pharmacist said that, he had an devilish grin on his face.
"I don't understand."
"When was the last time you were spanked?" Dave asked.
Jason nearly fell out of his chair.
"Uh...ten years ago."
"Well if you choose to stay, you will be spanked every night this week. And every time you are late. And when I say spanked, I mean bare assed bent over the desk, with my belt. I time for every minute you are late."
Jason was red as a beet, but he didn't want to lose this jobe, he had already lost two.
"So what will it be?"
"I have no choice."
Jason stood up, and started to undo his pants. Dave smiled, and pulled out his belt.
"You are in fir a spanking of a lifetime"
to be continued...