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
