Allene's New Job

Part 1

Allene's new job.by Allene

(alb21335@aol.com)

I was laid off at Boeing after the war and found jobs were scarce. I was getting

desperate since my savings were nearly depleted when I saw a small ad saying,

"Women wanted as receptionists and secretaries for fast growing plastics firm.

Applicants must be over 18 under 30 attractive and willing to accept special

training. No experience necessary. Starting pay $400.00 per month. Call 647-9966

for interview.

It sounded ideal. My rent was only $100 per month and the rest would let me

live nicely. After my shower I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that

my 35c boobs, 23" waist and 34' hips made firm by my old job as a riveter may

qualify me, I had been compared favorably with Betty Grable ,a pinup star, and

had no trouble charming my old bosses. Especially when I didn't object to the

occassional pat on my fanny.

I called the number and was told to show up at 4:30 the next day for an

interview.
When I got there I was told to wait in the outer office and had time to watch

the other girls. It was obvious that they were only hiring good looking girls

and also that they had good bodies from a uniform they wore consisting of tight

orlon sweaters and short flaring skirts. From the way their boobs moved under

the sweaters it was obvious they didn't wear brassieres and didn't need them.

Also the skirts were short enough to show their legs up to mid-thigh and even

higher whenever they bent over to get things out of files.

It was also obvious they needed help the way they were scurrying around to get

out the work.

I had the time to talk briefly to the receptionist. I said, "This sounds like a

good job. Do you like working here?

"Well the pay is good and if you do well you will get a raise in about three

months and they have a health plan. However, it does have disadvantages. If you

embarrass easily and object to corporal punishment for errors, you won't be able

to stay. There is quite a turnover in the first couple of weeks but if you get

past that you will probably enjoy it. It has one major perk. A lot of well paid

men come through here and a lot of girls have made great marriages.

That sounded good. I had few dates with attractive men since so many had gone to

war but "Corporal punishment?" I could only think of pictures I had seen in

history books of men and women tied to posts and having their backs whipped.
"What do you mean 'Corporal punishment.' Do they whip people?"

She laughed and said, "I have never gotten to that point. usually it is just a

hand spanking that is more embarrassing than painful. But if you continue to

screw up it can get worse. Usually the girls learn to be careful real fast."

"Well, Dad and Mom spanked me when I was little and it was not too bad. I can

see where it would make a good worker out of you.".

That is the bosses theory and it sure seems to work. Your business suit looks

nice but I think you should leave the jacket out here. They are serious about

wanting the girls attractive and the jacket gives no clue about your figure.

Also I think You should take your hair out of that bun.

I took off the jacket and let my long blonde hair drape over my shoulders. then

said, "Is this better?"

"Oh yes. They will love that flat tummy. Are you wearing a push up bra?"

"No. just a standard one. I could go without one except for modesty's sake.

"Good. You may have to prove it..

Before I could ask anything else I was called into the inner office. There were

two men in their forties behind a conference table piled high with resumes. I
realized I would have to make a good impression if I wanted to be hired.

The first part of the interview was pretty standard explaining the job benefits

and asking me about prior experience. They seemed pleased when I said I was

taking business courses at night and could type 30 words a minute.

Then they looked at me in speculation and the boss said, "You know a

requirement of the job is to be attractive since we like to make a good

impression on our customers and you no doubt noticed the girl's uniforms. You

have a pretty face but it is necessary to have a good figure to look good in

that uniform. With that skirt to your ankles and that blouse it is hard to tell

how you would look in uniform."

"I see, would you like me to pull the blouse tighter and lift my skirt a

little."

"No I think it would be best to remove the blouse."

I blushed but then thought I was being silly. My cotton bra hid me as much as my

two piece bathing suit. I hesitanally unbuttoned the blouse and slipped it off

my shoulders to place it on the table then stood up straight sucking in my

tummy.

I felt a little proud when they stared and the boss said, Very nice. Turn

around."
I turned slowly until I was facing them again hoping they would notice that my

slim waist made my boobs and bottom look bigger.

The other man breathed, "Lovely." but then the boss said , "Yes very nice. Now

drop the skirt and slip so we can see your legs."

I blushed again but again remembered I was wearing dark cotoon panties that

would hide me and unzipped the skirt to pull it and my slip down to my knees

where I could let them drop to the floor."

Again I was told to turn around slowly, and blushed again when the man with the

boss, said, "Ohhh. That ass is made for spanking."

When I faced them again the boss said, "Very very nice but as you know the girls

do not wear bras under the sweater. Please remove the bra so we will know your

breasts won't sag to your stomach."

I froze! This was going much further than I anticipated.I just stood there

blushing until the boss said, "well there is obviously something wrong with

your breasts so you may go."

That seemed to be a challenge and I was proud of the fact my breasts hardly

sagged at al with only a small crease at the base. To be dismissed now seemed

terrible.
I said defiantly, "There is nothing wrong with them!" and reached back to

unclasp the bra and jerk it off my shoulders to let them booble a moment then

settle down to stand out proudly with the small pink nipples hardening a little

from a cool breeze.

I was gratified by their intake of breath and soft, "Wonderful!"

Standing there so naked brought back my blush and I said, "You have seen me.

Can I put my clothes back on now?"

"Not just yet. There is one more thing. You know we use corporal punishment to

keep our girls on the ball. Do you know what that means?"

"Yes. The receptionist said I may be spanked if I screw up."

"Yes and possibly more. Does that bother you?"

"Yes, but I guess I would deserve it if I screwed up."

"I am glad you understand. It takes too much training to have to hire and fire.

We found it was much better to train the girls than to lay them off in this time

of few jobs.

"Yes. I would much rather be spanked than fired. I need this job badly. My
savings are nearly gone."

"Well if you pass this final test we can advance a weeks salary."

"Oh that would be wonderful but what is the test?"

"We want you to ask us to give you a little spanking just to make sure you won't

change your mind later."

"But I haven't done anything wrong!"

"Yes. If you are willing to accept punishment when you have done nothing wrong,

we know you will not object to a legitimate spanking.

That makes sense, I guess. How many spanks? "

"Just five. Five apiece that is."

That didn't sound bad. Mom and Dad always gave me at least fifteen and when

older twenty."

"You promise? Only ten?"

"Yes. As long as you take them without trying to avoid them."

"All right. Do I lie over the table? That is the way my folks did it when I was

older."

He smiled and said, "Yes. That will be fine."

I laid over the table and when my nipples hit the cool surface I was reminded

how naked I was and blushed again.

I blushed again when he smoothed my panties over my round buttcheeks embarrassed

at the fact it felt good and the situation was exciting me.

He said, "There should be no doubt you are accepting this willingly so I want

you to count starting at 'One'. As you count we will administer the spank."

"I said "One." and there was a "Slap!" to my buttcheek which really was not too

bad causing a light sting followed by a tug on my panties.

I kept counting with a moment between to catch my breath but then the seventh

spank at the junction of my thigh to my butt cheek was much sharper and I

raised up and tried to reach back to stop another only to have my wrist grabbed

as I was told seemingly regretfully, "Oh darn. You were so close. Now we have to

start over."

My butt was really stinging now but I was just mad at myself because I had been

warned this may happen and settled down with a little sob to say, "One."
Now all the stings were sharper but to my surprise the stings so close to my

vagina was actually exciting me to the point I began counting faster.

At ten. I was pulled up and given a hug that mashed my breasts into his chest

and then hugged by the other man who said, "You were great! Welcome to the

firm. You can dress now and wait outside while I get you your first paycheck."

I was so excited it was all I could do not to embarrass myself further by

telling them I could take more. When I began putting on my clothes I found the

little tugs I had felt on my panties had pulled them deep into my ass crack

which explained the sharper stings. Perversely I left them that way to feel my

slip rubbing on my stinging cheeks.

I was embarrassed more when I went to the outer office and the receptionist

said, "Congratulations! I know you have been hired. I heard the spanks and if

you were not satisfactory you wouod not have gotten to that point."

I just blushed and when my check was brought in by another girl I hurried out of

the office. Along with the check I was given an envelope I was told would

explain the punishments for misdemeanors.

.Allene's New Job

Part 2
 ALLENE'S JOB 2

After leaving the office I went to the address they gave me of the store for my

"Uniforms".

That was a surprise. I expected a woman's store but it was just a little shop

with the name, "Specialized Fashions."

I went in to see a little old man hemming a skirt on a sewing machine. He looked

up and said, "What can I do for you."

I explained why I was there and he said, "Oh yes. Butler Plastics. They are very

good customers. They not only pay well but also delight my eyes with their good

looking girls. Step into the back room for your fitting."

I expected to find a woman back there but he followed me in and said, "Okay.

Take off your clothes so I can measure you."

I had been embarrassed enough for one day and said, "That isn't necessary. I

know my sizes."

He scoffed, "Sizes mean nothing! Mr Butler wants his clothes fitted to the body

and standard sizes won't do that. I am not sending out shoddy goods. If you do

not want to be fitted. Please leave."

I couldn't do that.No uniform, no job. I turned my back to him and began taking

off my clothes even though I knew it was futile since he would eventually see

all of me.

I stood there blushing in panties and bra but I was not to be allowed even that

amount of dignity.

He said, "Panties and bra too. I know Mr. Butler does not allow bras and the

panties will make a line in the skirt."

I took them off and tried my best to hide myself by crossing an arm over my

breasts and putting my other hand over my crotch.

He came over and grabbed my arms to put them at my sides and said harshly,

"Leave them there!"

I had never felt so naked in the bright lights of the room while he took a cloth

tape from around his neck to measure me.

I had never been so thoroughly measured.The tape was slid around my waist from

my pubic bone to the base of my breasts then my breasts were measured from my

armpits across the nipples and again from around the back and finally from the

base to the part they started to round. Each time the tape slid on my nipples

and in spite of my embarrassment I felt excitement evidenced by the hardening of

my nipples. Then he measured my butt and thighs with a final measurement I think
he just did for fun. He ran the tape down the crack of my butt then up through

the slit of my pussy making the tape slide on my clitoris to make me gasp.

He left me standing there in the bright light while he got a sweater and skirt.

The sweater was a wonderful soft fabric I later found was cashmere and the skirt

was also white and made of linen that followed every curve. He tightened them

anywhere it was loose then had me take them off to tell me to come back at five

to get them. I was to get three sets. One to wear one to wash and one for

emergencies.

He had me put them on then tightened any loose places and marked them with pins.

I realized then that the "measuring," had been totally unneccesary.

When I got home I opened the envelope I had been given to read the letter. The

first part was just a welcome to the company thing explaining the health

insurance, the stock plan etc but then the second page got to the scary part.

It said that punishments if necessary would be performed every afternoon at five

and that employees not involved could stay to witness or leave. Their choice. I

knew my curiosity would not let me leave. My punishment day was Friday.

The good news was that employees would only be fired for dishonesty or

disobedience. All other misdemeanors would be resolved by corporal punishment.

Any employee who refused proper punishment could resign but of course that meant

no severence pay or unemployment benefits and the cost of uniforms would have to
be repaid at $100.00 each.

There was a long list of things that would cause one demerit. From misspelled

words to wrong math totals and with multiple demerits for being late which was a

spank per minute to disrespect to bosses or customers which brought five

demerits.

The next page said," You no doubt noticed the display of our products on the

wall. We feel it is appropriate to use these products in your punishment. The

various hair brushes will be used on fleshy parts of your body as well as the 42

inch straight edge, the fishing rods,the spoons,and the plastic pipe. The

lighter instruments such as the flyswatter, the spatulas,and the 12 inch rulers

may be used on more sensitive areas. Naturally in order to feel the instruments

properly you will be nude.

We do not want to create lasting discomfort so each area of your body will be

limited to ten spanks. In example in the case you should face the unlikely

prospect of ten demerits you would get ten to each buttock cheek, ten to each

thigh, ten to the stomach area. The balance would be on your breasts and pubic

area with the lighter instruments.

We expect our employees to accept their just punishment willingly and to assume

the proper position and hold it throughout the punishment. If you do not think

you have the courage to do this you can ask to be tied but this will add five

spanks to each area."

That frightened the hell out of me and I was tempted to quit right then but I

remembered how low I was on money and my fruitless efforts to find work so I

decided I simply must be the best employee they had ever seen and avoid the

punishment.

I went back to the store to get my uniforms. As I expected I had to strip again

but this time it was a little easier especially since he was so complimentary

and his hands felt good smoothing the sweater over my breasts.I looked in a

mirror and the clothes were like a second skin. I swear if I had a pimple

anywhere it would show and it was obvious from the bumps at my nipples that I

was not wearing a bra. I knew I could not wear this on the bus so I used most of

the money to buy a raincoat to go to work in.

The next morning I made sure I would not be late by leaving early and arrived

ten minutes early and punched the time clock happy it would prove I was on time.

The first day I was just showed what to do by Jean.She was a pretty brunette

whose breasts dwarfed my 34C. They were amazing. Even at their size they showed

no indication of sag.

Jean said, "He did a good job of fitting you. You have a lovely figure. What are

your measurements?"

"34C, 23, 34. The uniform is weird. Although I am completely covered I feel

naked.I am jealous of your breasts they are amazing!"

"Well in these uniforms it doesn't take much imagination for the men to know how

we look naked. I can't take credit for my breasts. It is a gene thing. My mother

and Grandmother also have large breasts that don't sag much. Actually they are a

dis-advantage in this job. I live in fear I will get enough demerits to have my

front punished since I know they are such inviting targets.Speaking of that

today is my punishment day. I have gone for weeks without punishment. I hope I

am still lucky."

"Oh that is such a relief.I was afraid they would always come up with some

excuse to punish. It is nice to know if I work hard I can avoid them. Why don't

you know? Aren't you told about demerits as you get them?"

"No. It is a total surprise. The boss just keeps a tally. My worst spanking of

three demerits came when I thought I was doing good."

"Oh Wow! Thirty spanks must have been terrible!"

"It was pretty bad. If all of them had been on my butt I would not have been

able to sit the next day. That is why they have the ten spanks to a spot limit."

"Oh that brings up a question. How do they decide what instrument to use on you.

Some of those things look really bad."

"They don't. You do. Each brush,yardstick. pipe for spanking butts is numbered.

You pick a card or cards for your punishment. The cards have corresponding

numbers. The worst I have experienced is the 42" straightedge and the hairbrush

with the long handle. It seems the longer it is the more leverage for speed and

impact. Those things cause pain that seems to go deep into your guts."

"Oh God. The worst spanking I have had was just a few with Mom's hand."

"There is no comparison. Some girls even faint from the pain. It doesn't do them

any good though. The punishment is just finished after they have been revived."

"Oh God, you are frightening me. Is it better to take them tied or untied?

"I guess that depends on you. I take them untied because I have a lot of will

power and I don't want the five extra spanks but if you choose to be untied it

can be a real ordeal since they will start over again anytime you move out of

position. Also that eleiminates the ten spank rule. Poor Julie only had ten

spanks coming but took 40 spanks with a 1/2" pipe until she finally got numb

enough to stand quietly. Her butt was bruised for a week."

"Oh God. I think I am pretty brave but I don't know what I should do."

"Well usually they are a little easier on a girls first time. You choose after

you find the instrument they will use. As long as it isn't one of the four foot

pipes, the 42" straightedge or that wicked brush with the long handle and deeply
embossed back I think you should try it untied. You will hate yourself if you

find you could have taken ten and chose fifteen. They are really diabolical. The

pain gets worse up to twenty and then you get numb. By moving to new spots you

don't get that luxury."

"Yes. I will try it untied for my first time and if I can't stand it will be

tied for other punishments."

I realized by that statement I had resigned myself to expect and accept the

punishment.

About 4:00 Pm Mr Butler came out of his office to put a notice on the bulletin

board. It said,

PUNISHMENT SESSION AT FIVE PM.

JEAN HAS 2 DEMERITS FOR MISSPELLED

WORDS.THOSE WHO WANT TO WITNESS WILL

MEET IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM.

Jean blanched. "Oh God. I hope I get lucky on instruments. Let this be a lesson

to you. Keep the dictionary handy and check any word you have any doubt about. I

got overconfident."

"Will it bother you if I watch? I have to know what I may be facing."

"No. Everyone will be there. The guys like to see me naked and the girls are

curious about my bravery. I am really nervous. I could use a drink. Would you

like to join me?"

I said "Sure." because I still had so many questions. She got a bottle of

whiskey out of her desk and we went to the rest room where we drank shots

directly out of the bottle which seemed to calm both of us.

She thought for a moment and then said, "I think the worst part is getting naked

because it means the pain will soon be coming."

"Get naked? Why should you get naked just to have your bottom spanked?"

"Mr. Butler says the embarrassment adds to the punishment but considering the

bulge that forms in his pants I think it is really just to add to the men's

excitement.In sny case he is right. Being naked while everyone else is clothed

really makes you feel frightened and vulnerable. You'll see."

When we went back into the main room girls and guys were in huddles no doubt

discussing the upcoming event.

One of the girls said, "Serves you right. It is about time you had a turn. I

hope they make you cry."

I asked, "Why is she being so mean. You would think the girls would be
supportive of each other."

"I guess I deserve it. I called her a wimp for crying over only ten spanks. I

don't know why we are not more supportive. I guess we are just relieved it is

happening to someone else."

Mr Butler appeared at the conference room door and waved Jean over to him. She

gulped and said, "Wish me luck hon." she went to him as if on her way to her

execution.

A few minutes later he appeared again and said, "Exhibition time."

Girls and guys rushed to the door and I followed to be totally amazed at the

scene inside. Jean was standing in the center of the room totally nude with her

wrists held up in the air by manacles on her wrists connected to a rope going to

a pulley in the ceiling. If that wasn't enough her ankles were held apart by

being tied to rings in the floor about three feet apart. She could hide nothing!

For the next fifteen minutes she had to stand there blushing while guys and

girls fondled her and made comments. One guy said, "Too bad she isn't getting

frontal punishment. Her stomach muscles are tight enough to take a lot" Another

guy said excitedly, "Yeah I would love to see those great boobs bouncing on her

chest." Even one of the girls rubbed her bare bottom and said, "Oh nice and

firm. I wonder if it will still be so firm when they are done."

I got a little angry. Poor Jean was blushing all down her front and I was sure

their comments were just adding to her fright.I now understood why the girls

were not supportive. I could hardly wait for that bitch to have her turn.

Finally the fifteen minutes was over. Everyone stepped back and she was released

to be led over to the conference table. There were a bunch of white cards on it.

She closed her eyes and picked two.

She must have been relieved by her choice because she gave a little smile then

went over to the wall to pick up a short smooth backed brush and an 18 inch

ruler. She stood there a moment holding them while the men cut cards to see who

would do the spanking.It was obvious luck was a large factor in these sessions

since the instrument could be bad or worse and I assumed some men were meaner

than others.

She seemed to confirm this when she handed the brush to a man and said softly,

"I am glad it is you." She obviously didn't feel that way about the other man

because when she handed him the ruler she just let out a little sob and said,

"Please be kind." He just gave her an evil grin that let her know she would get

no sympathy.

She walked over to the conference table and laid her breasts on it but Mr.

Butler said, "You know that is not how we want you."

She moved back until she was leaning over at a ninety degree angle with just her
hands gripping the edge of the table. I could see why he liked that position.

Her wonderful boobs were hanging down and would move with every breath and her

pussy was pooching out a little behind her.It would take a lot of courage to

keep her grip on the table.

The man with the brush stepped over to stand beside her and said."Okay."

She knew what he meant and said,"One."

God if he was one of the nicer men the rest must be terrible. He brought the

brush back to his shoulder and brought it crashing down on her left buttcheek so

hard it sunk in and caused her cheek to ripple. That caused her to gasp and jerk

up her head to make her boobs dance on her chest.It left a perfect imprint of

itself in red.

At two the brush pulled open the crack of her butt and made her yip at the loud

whap. He went on with three more to that cheek then moved to give five to the

other leaving her whole butt a deep red I was sure would cause bruises.

She was either awfully brave or the paddles impact that deformed her butt was

not as bad as it looked because she withstood them all with just gasps and an

occassional yip and never got out of position.

I had to admire her courage. Her only reaction when he finished was deep breaths

which kept her breasts in constant motion.

She moaned though when the other man stepped forward and said harshly, "Open

your legs!"

She inched them open but he kept saying "Wider!" until the lips of her pussy

opened to show the tender pink inner lips.

He yelled "Count!"

She sobbed and said "One."

I found that ruler was very flexible. Although he hit the back of her thigh just

below her buttcheeks the end bent around to make a darker red at the end of the

stripe. She yelped and jumped but managed to hold on to the table.Then he stood

directly behind her and would forehand or back hand her inner thighs so close to

her pussy I swear it grazed the lips. She began a little dance by bending her

knees and twisting her abdomen I assume was an effort to relieve the sting and

was sobbing when he finally quit.

The moment he stopped the people excitedly left the room leaving her there

sobbing still maintaining that death grip on the table.I ran over to her and

hugged her saying "Poor baby. That must have been awful."

"It was! That bastard didn't need to hit the tenderest spots over and over. I

tightened up so much I have charley horses in my thighs. I am not sure I can

walk. I have some salve in my purse. Would you get it for me?"

I ran to her desk and got her purse. When I got back she was leaning back in a

chair with the battered portion of her butt off the eddge an was lightly

caressing her ineer thighs.I am heterosexual but the sight of her excited me.

Maybe because what she was doing was my foreplay before serious masturbation.

She dug around in it until she found a bottle with asian writing on it saying.

"I found this in a herb shop. It really works good to stop the sting."

I said nervously, "Would you like me to put some of it on you?"

"Yes I think I would like that."

I began caressing it on the red stripes on her thighs excusing the brushes of my

hand on her pussy because the redness was so close to it. As I rubbed I asked,

"Why did the people leave so suddenly when you were finished?"

"Watching made them excited. They hurried off to masturbate or make love. Didn't

it excite you?"

I hated to admit it since it seemed so perverse but I said, "Yes even though I

felt sorry for you. Do you hate me for that?"

"No. You can rub harder now. The pain is going away."
Suddenly she said, "Wait. Let me lie on the floor so you can straddle my

stomach so you can use both hands."

I pulled up my skirt a little and straddled her. It was better to be able to use

both hands but I found myself rubbing the sides of my thumbs on her pussy lips

which she encouraged by saying, "Yes Baby. Like that!"

I felt my skirt being lifted then I felt her lips and tongue on my inner thighs.

It felt so good I knew she would like it too so I began licking and kissing her

red marks. Then I felt her tongue against my clitoris. I knew I should protest

but it just felt too wonderful and before I knew it I was returning the favor.

I had marvelous orgasms. Much better than I ever got from masturbation but when

she pulled away from me I suddenly felt this huge guilt.

She noticed my stricken look and said, "What's wrong? That was wonderful! You

made all the pain go away."

"I just did a homosexual act! All my life my church has told me homosexuals go

to Hell! I didn't even know I was queer."

I began to cry and she said,"You aren't necessarily queer. I know I prefer men.

This was just a highly charged situation. You still like men best don't you?"
I sobbed, "I don't know! I have never had one make love to me!"

"Really! That is hard to believe as pretty as you are."

"I haven't dated much. Guys seemed to assume I was already going steady and the

few dates I had treated me very respectfully with at most a kiss goodnight."

"Well considering the clothes you were wearing when you applied for this job I

can see why they may think you wouldn't be interested in sex. I'll bet their

attitude would change if they saw you in the uniform."

"I suppose, but I could never wear this in public."

"Well don't worry about it. Things will work out. Now I need to go home and

rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

Part 3

Allene's Job3

The next morning although I still felt guilty I convinced myself that Jean was

right and the day before was just a weird experience that may never re_occur. I

resolved never to let myself get into a situation like that again.

I arrived at work on time and was surprised to see Jean in a good mood and

apparrently suffering no harm from the day before.

I said, "God I am so surprised to see you sitting and smiling. I thought you

would be so bruised you would not be able to sit."

"Oh I am bruised but they don't hurt. Just a little throbbing.Would you like to

see?"

I couldn't help but be curious since I may have the same problem so I said,

"Yes. I guess so."

We went to the bathroom and she pulled her skirt up to her waist.I was

surprised. There were a few bruises on her butt from the paddle but the only

bruises on her inner thighs were small ones where the end of the ruler had

snapped around to dig in.

She said, "Feel them. The swelling is all gone."

I realized feeling her soft inner thighs might excite me so I just blushed and

said, "I'll take your word for it. I am a little relieved though. If your hard

spanking did not cause any more damage than that I won't have to feel so

frightened about my turn if I can't avoid it."

"Okay. Just remember to check all your work before you hand it in for

signatures."
I promised I would but then girls started dumping files on my desk saying they

were really glad I was there so they would have more time to correct any

mistakes.

I was told all the work had to be done by five pm so I dug right in and even

skipped my coffee breaks and took a short lunch. Even then time went by so fast

I could no longer double check everything. I have always been a good speller

though and had only found one error which I corrected so I kind of rushed

through the rest of my checking.

I was done by 4:30 when Mr. Butler put up a notice. We all rushed over to look

at.it.

Punishment Notice

Julie has one demerit.

Julie moaned and Jean asked, "Are you going to try to take them untied again? It

is only ten."

"I don't know. Last time was a disaster. Probably not but I will have to see

what will be used on me."

Mr Butler waved at her a few moments later and she moaned, "Oh God. It is time.

Wish me luck."

We were called in a few moments later to see her standing there with her legs
open seeming especially naked since she only had sparse blonde hair on her pussy

which allowed us to see the slit with the hint of pink inner parts.

Again the men went over to poke and prod her and she did a kind of dumb thing by

squirming around to try to avoid the hands. This just made the men laugh and get

even worse by pinching her nipples and pulling on the hair of her pussy. She was

practically doing a dance in her efforts which just made it better for them.

Finally that part of her ordeal was over and she went to the table to pick a

card. She took a deep breath and turned it over then let out a sigh of relief to

see it was not the 42 inch straightedge. She went over to the display and picked

up a 1/4 inch plastic pipe and stood there shaking slightly from her nervousness

as the men cut cards. Fortunately the mean guy would

not be able to pick again until the others had their turn.

Mr. Butler won and took the 48 inch pipe from her saying, "Tied or untied?"

"Untied. I think. It is the smallest pipe."

"You may be making a mistake. It can make a terrible sting even though it is too

light to bruise you badly."

"Maybe but it seems less than the others."

Jean whispered to me, "I doubt if she can take it. I barely could. That little
pipe digs in awfully. Actually the easiest of the pipes is the 3/4 inch one. It

kind of bounces off."

The position he chose for her was different than Jean's. He told her just to

stand up straight and clasp her hands behind her head and not to let go.

I could see why he liked that position. It lifted her breasts to eliminate the

crease under them and in bracing for her ordeal she sucked in her tummy so far

all her lower ribs showed. She looked beautiful.

At "One," he brought the pipe down dagonally across both buttcheeks to make her

yip as a red line appeared.

She began a little dance pumping her hips and twisting her body but I guess that

was allright since she kept her hands clasped. The men really enjoyed seeing her

hips buck and her breasts swaying.

At "Two." he had moved to her other side and breought the pipe down again

diagonally to make a big red "X" with the center of the x at the ass crack. She

danced again if anything harder.

For the next six he hit across the cheeks now making red triangles. She was now

panting and sheening with perspiration. The red stripes seemed to be glowing

from the wetness.

I really thought she was going to make it.She kept her hands clasped so tight

the knuckles were white but then the pipe made an even louder "Whir!" and "Snap!

as it hit right in the crevice between her buttcheeks and thighs.

She screamed and grabbed the stinging spot with both hands. Suddenly she

realized what she had done and clasped her hands again moaning, "I'm sorry. I'm

so sorry!"

"Too bad. Rules are rules but since you were so close I am going to give you an

option. You may choose an instrument to be used on your belly, breasts, and

crotch."

She moaned, "God. Oh God!" but I knew He wouldn't help her.

Then she sobbed, "I can't take any more with that pipe."

She kind of shuffled over to the display of frontal instruments rubbing her

red buns gently as she went.

The choice was obvious to me and also to her as she picked up the long plastic

flyswatter.

Her positioning was different for that. He had her put her sore buns on the edge

of the table and lean back supporting herself with her hands and then arching

her back to tighten her stomach skin.

He told her not to move and she did not have to count as he would decide when

and where to hit.

He brought it down with a loud "Whap!" just above her pubic bone. Obviously it

did not hurt as much as the pipe because she just gasped and held the position

for two more beside he belly button and the fourth on it. Her belly looked as if

it was sunburned.

Then he told her to stand up and cup her hands under her breasts to hold them

out and up and not to let go.

He gave her two on each nipple which made her shriek but she didn't let go. She

did squeeze them so hard her fingers sunk in deeply.

Then he said, "Only two more. These will be special."

He had her sit backward in the large conference chair with her legs on the arms

then lean back till her head rested on the floor. She was doing the splits that

made her pussy open obscenely but even that was not enough for him. He had her

stick the edges of her thumbs into the slit and pull the lips open nearly to her

thighs.It reminded me of my gynecology exam.

He told her to take a deep breath then brought the swatter down hard right in

the center of her open slit but he also hit her thumbs which must have helped

because she just gasped and tightened her legs to raise her butt even higher.
The last one made a "Splat!"sound. She laid there kind of pumping her hips until

he reminded her it was all over.

She rolled out of the chair to fall on the floor and began to cry as the

witnesses ran from the room except for me and Jean.

Jean took her salve from her purse and began caressing the welts on her butt

saying, "Don't cry. It will feel better soon."

She sobbed, "I am not crying for that.They have turned me into a masochist! I

was excited by the pain from the flyswatter. Don't you know what that means? I

will want more pain until my body is scarred and ugly so no-one will want to

marry me and get me away from this terrible job."

Jean said, "That is ridiculous! You hated the pipe and a real masochist can't

get enough pain. It is just that the flyswatter was hitting all your erogenous

zones that nature gave you to get ready for sex."

That made sense to me. I was actually considering buying a flyswatter to see if

it would work with me.

Julie brightened a bit saying, "Really? You think it may be normal for me to

react that way? "

"Well I am not sure any of us are normal. I am sure the average girl would not
put up with the humiliation and pain we do but you are at least as normal as the

rest of us."

Julie said, "I had no idea being spanked on my front would be exciting. I had

been afraid I might get enough demerits so I would have to suffer through it but

actually I was really tempted to ask for more.. Do you think he may let me take

my one or two demerits there next time?"

"I kind of doubt it. He is not stupid and I am sure he didn't think all that

liquid on your pussy was sweat."

Julie blushed and said, "Oh God. Was I that obvious?"

"Not really. It is awful hard to tell the difference between an orgasm and pain.

Haven't you noticed the faces guys make when they cum?"

"No. I have never seen a guy cum."

"Oh Jesus. You mean you are both virgins? We will have to do something about

that."

By that time Julie had dressed and they started to leave but I hung back afraid

if I left with them I may ask Jean to come home with me.

I was walking by Mr. Butlers office just as Marie came out looking flushed and
Mr. Butler followed tucking in his shirt.

He said, "Allene. You are still here? Good. Come in I would like to talk to you

a minute."

I walked in wondering if this was when I would lose my virginity but that was

not it.

He went back to sit behind his desk while I stood in front of him nervously.

He said, "Pull your skirt up to your waist."

I said startled, "Why? I haven't done anything wrong."

"I know that. I just want to check something."

I pulled it up blushing furiously then he came to me and reached out to pat my

crotch saying, "Yeah. It is like I remembered. You have a very heavy bush there.

It is kind of like a fur G_string. It has occurred to me that if you should earn

a frontal spanking you would not feel it with that padding."

"Oh I am working hard. I should never get that many demerits."

"That is one of the things I wanted to talk to you about. As you may know I

never warn the girls but I think I should tell you that you are not doing well.
If you continue the way you are now in the two days you have left you are likely

to get a frontal spanking."

Oh God. That meant I already had demerits and I thought everything was fine. I

said, "I am trying hard but there is so much work it is hard to check

everything."

"That is no excuse. It is best to do perfect work and if you fall behind you

should just come to work earlier. But that is not what I wanted to talk about.

To make it fair to other girls who don't have your growth. I want you to shave

your pussy. It isn't just you. I have already dictated a memo to all the

girls.Report to me in the morning so I can see you have followed orders."

I left feeling stunned. I stopped by a drug store to get fresh razor blades when

I saw a beard and moustache trimmer I thought would be better since I wouldn't

have to worry about being cut or razor burn.

When I got home I took off my clothes and looked at my pussy in the mirror. I

didn't think it was so bad. I had seen a lot of girls in locker rooms as hairy

as me and I hated to lose it since It had taken me 20 years to grow it.

It was obvious that if I didn't do what I was told I would be disobedient so I

sat on the toilet with my legs open so the hair could fall in it to be flushed

away and began shaving.

There was a factor I had not thought about. The clipper vibrated and as I ran it
over my pussy I began to get excited and that excitement grew so I continued to

shave long after all the hair was gone even the few hairs around my anus.

Finally I just pushed the side of it into my slit to feel it vibrate against my

clit until I had a great orgasm.

When I got my breath back and got up to look at my self in the mirror I was

shocked. I had not looked like that since I was 8 years old. It even seemed more

sensitive without hair. I could feel a tiny breeze on it.

I went to bed caressing my now very soft and smooth pussy until I came again and

went to sleep.

Allene's Job4

My orgasms that night had made me fall into a deep sleep that was rudely ruined

by my incessant alarm clock. I groggily made it to my bathroom for my shower

when I saw my reflection in the door mirror.

I was amazed at the fact that losing that familiar fur suddenly made me totally

naked. I hadn't seen that tight slit of my puffy pussy so well since I was about

8 years old.

I blushed remembering that today was my punishment day and everyone would see it

like this. I consoled myself with the thought that at least it was a cute pussy

with the tight slit with no inner lips hanging out as I had seen on other girls

in the locker room at school.

I decided to take a tub bath and climbed into it as it was filling. Again I was

amazed at the new sensitivity of my vaginal area. I could feel the warm water

slowly climbing over it and that was enough to make me run my fingers over it

which led to full masturbation. I sunk back into the water after my orgasm and

it felt so warm and nice I went to sleep only to be awakened when my nose

slipped under the water.

I had no idea how long I had slept so I hurried as fast as I could to get ready

for work. When I put on my watch I saw I could still get there in time if I took

a cab rather than the bus.

It was as if God wanted me punished for masturbating. The cabbie went from one

traffic jam to another and when I ran in to the time clock I saw I was fifteen

minutes late which would add another fifteen spanks to an unknown total.

I ran to my desk only to see my Boss who made a point of looking at his watch

and shaking his head at me as if I was a naughty child.

I knew I was in big trouble and it was all I could do to concentrate on my work.

Marie made it no easier when she told me Mr. Butler had said, "She had better

get in here soon or there won't be a white place left on her body."

Finally Mr. Butler came out to put the notice on the board. It said.
 "ALLENE HAS EARNED FOUR DEMERITS PLUS AN ADDITIONAL

THIRTY FOR BEING LATE"

God!! That meant seventy "spanks" although there was no way you could consider

the frontal stuff spanking. At least I found and error.

Marie!! This isn't right! I was only fifteen minutes late and the letter said

one spank per minute."

"That's an old letter. You should have checked the bulletin board. That has been

change to one spank per minute for first five minutes, two spanks for next five

and three for all minutes after ten."

"Oh God Marie. I can't take seventy spanks!"

"Well, then I guess you will have to resign."

"I can't! I spent my last dime on my rent. Without my check tomorrow I will

starve! I wouldn't even qualify for unemployment benefits by quitting.!

"Well, then I guess you will have to hope for easy instruments for your

punishment."

The way my luck was running that was not likely and it didn't help seeing the

guys all cheering knowing they would all get a turn with that many spanks.
I went back to my desk with tears running down my cheeks while I thought of my

coming ordeal. Since they showed no interest in hitting my back it was obvious

my front would be involved. With ten to each butt cheek and ten to each thigh I

had thirty for the front which meant even my sensitive boobs and pussy would not

be spared.

In a few minutes Mr. Butler waved me in to the conference room. To my surprise

all seven of the men were in there looking at me hungrily.

Mr. Butler said, "Take off your clothes nice and slow. We are in the mood to be

teased. Start by removing your shoes and socks by putting your foot up on the

desk."

They really did want to be teased. By putting each foot on the desk they could

look up my skirt to see my nearly transparent white panties. I sure didn't want

them to be mad at me so I allowed them plenty of time to look as I slowly untied

my shoes and slipped them off and then my stockings.

They were all smiling as Mr. Butler said, "Okay. Now the sweater. Lift it off an

inch at a time."

I wanted to keep them in a good mood so I slowly lifted it up and then stretched

with it over my head. In spite of my embarrassment I appreciated hearing a sigh

as my breasts came into view and bobbled slightly as I pulled the sweater off my
arms.

I continued the slow strip and when I inched down my panties I blushed but

appreciated someone saying, "God! That is the prettiest pussy I have ever seen."

Then I was taken to the center of the room and leather cuffs were buckled around

my wrists and ankles. Then Mr. Butler went over to the wall and began pulling

down on a rope that pulled up my arms. He continued to slowly pull them until I

was on tiptoes and feeling my body stretch.

Again in spite of everything I felt proud when one of the men said, "My God!

That stretching makes her body look fabulous. Her waist has shrunk to make her

butt and boobs look even bigger."

Finally my toes left the floor when they pulled my legs open so far I could feel

my slit open. Mr. Butler opened the door and let everyone in.

My feelings are hard to describe. I was embarrassed and humiliated but at the

same time all those hands caressing me and complimenting my beauty made me proud

and excited. Fear returned when on guy said, Jesus, she really has great stomach

muscles," and a girl said, "Good she may need them to keep the breath from being

knocked out of her." They continued to caress me until suddenly one of the girls

slapped my butt and said, "Let's get on with it."

Evidently Mr. Butler agreed because he let me loose and indicated the box on the
desk containing the numbers of the instruments of torture.

My bad luck held. I drew the 42 inch straightedge, the long hair brush, the huge

spoon, the 1/2 inch pipe, the fishing pole, a vinyl hose, and the 18" ruler. I

began to cry because I could not imagine any of those terrible things being used

on my front.

Mr. Butler said, " It isn't so bad. Most of those things sting rather than

bruise. Since this is your first time and you have so many I will allow you to

be tied at no penalty if you want to,"

I blubbered, "Oh Yes. There is no way I can stand still for all of those. Please

tie me."

"Okay. The rear first. "

He took me to the center of the room and put on my wrist cuffs then tied them to

the ankle rings so my arms were pulled out and I was bent over with my boobs

hanging down so they could enjoy watching them swing and bob at impact. Then he

put the ceiling rope between my legs and tied it around my waist. When he pulled

up the rope it slid between my pussy lips and ass crack. The slightest movement

made it rub on my clit.

They started with the hairbrush on my left buttcheek. It was awful. It not only

stung but the impact jarred my body to make my boobs jump and that damn rope to
rub my clit. The huge spoon on my right buttcheek seemed to give more impact but

not as much sting.

Then he said, "The 42 inch ruler across both thighs." The sting was awful. I

couldn't help but dance causing my boobs to jump violently and the rope rubbing

my clit and inner lips raw.

He said, "Time for new position."

It was a fantastic relief to get that rope out of my pussy. I was actually

surprised that it was no bloody considering the burning feeling to my clit.

I felt so weak they practically carried me to the conference table where I was

laid on my back with my ankles tied to the legs and then my legs were brought

forward and apart pulling my butt off the table and my legs open so far I knew

my slit had opened to look totally obscene.

He said, "Five to each inner thigh. Make them close to her pussy."

As bad as the spanking had been this was much worse. I had no idea my inner

thighs were so sensitive. I shrieked and howled which may have brought some

sympathy because they paused a moment to give me a drink of water.

When I calmed a little he said, "Make your stomach tight for the hose."
I don't know why. Maybe the nerves are deeper in the tummy but this was the most

bearable part so far. Not that it did not sting a lot it was just better

somehow.

I can't say that for the fishing pole. Each lash across my boobs seemed to sink

in clear to my ribs and they were soon stinging terribly. When he stopped I felt

the skin tighten on my breasts and realized they were swelling.

I cringed as the mean guy stepped between my legs with the 18 inch ruler. To my

surprise either he did not hit as hard or my pussy was not real sensitive

because the stings were bearable and the pain actually excited me. I found

myself lifting my butt to meet the ruler as I panted with the increasing

excitement. By the 8th I was in orgasm and the tenth caused an explosive orgasm.

The man watched me in total awe as I continued to pump my hips and yelled, "This

is unbelievable! This bitch is getting off on this. Look at her pant and pump

while she is so wet she is dripping on the table.

Mr. Butler said, "Boys we may have discover a true masochist."

I didn't care what they said. All I cared about was the powerful forces working

on my body. It made masturbation seem like nothing.

They released me and as usual they scattered except for Marie who brought out

her wonderful salve that let my orgasms dwindle slowly.

She said awesomely, "Is it true? Did you really get off on that?"

I said weakly, " It was awful at first but then when my breasts began throbbing

and the stings from the ruler came so close to my clit I just exploded."

"Wow maybe I shouldn't dread the prospect of a front whipping."

"Well, I know that if I should draw just stingie things I will ask for them on

my front. Anything but inner thighs."

At Marie's next time she only had one demerit and drew the vinyl hose. She

surprised and delighted the guys when she said, "I know you guys like to see my

boobs jump so just this once you can spank them with the hose."

She posed with her hands on her head while they whipped her boobs and I

recognized the pulsation's and panting that signaled her excitement. She proved

it by taking down her hands on the ninth stroke to let them start over

The job is not a problem now. I bought a spell checker for my computer and now

the boss will let us bargain to avoid the inner thigh spankings that hurt so

much.

The End