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.
