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."
