Spanking Her New Boss

Spanking Her New Boss was my first published story back in December 2011. It is a CFNM Spanking story.

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"Arrogant, cocky, and rude. Susan's young new boss is also a cute hunk. When she catches him giving away store merchandise, she comes up with a plan to get him right where she wants him - over her knee for a pants-down spanking!"

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Spanking Her New Boss


Susan Donato sighed as she wiped the counter with a wet rag. Thirty nine years old, soon to be forty, and here she was working at  Fuel Mart.  She shook her head and began readying another pot of coffee for brewing.

It hadn't always been like this.

She had held a good teaching position at a nearby junior high, but times were tough. The school district had been forced to close the school she worked at, and merge the students there with another junior high across town.

Susan found herself out of a job; her years of experience, rather than helping her find a new one, were making it harder. Each school she had interviewed with more or less told her the same thing: they would love to hire her, but they needed her to take less money. In fact, the amount they were offering her was the salary that a brand new teacher, fresh out of her studies, would be making. Susan refused.

A new school year had begun, and Susan still hadn't found a job. She even put her name out there, looking to be a substitute, but before long she had to get another job in order to pay her bills.

Now, here she was brewing coffee at Fuel Mart.

It wasn't really so bad; she was hired in as the assistant manager, and the pay, although less than she was accustomed to, was adequate. The job was easy and the hours, unlike teaching positions, were stable. An eight hour day was never a twelve or fourteen hour day, as could sometimes happen at the school, when grading papers and other activities were added in.

In fact, she thought, Fuel Mart would actually be a great job, except for one thing: her boss.

When she was hired several months ago, the manager was a very nice man, older than her, named Robert. Unfortunately, he had received a promotion several weeks ago, and was now working in the Corporate Office.

The manager who was brought in to replace him - Susan's new boss - was a total nightmare.

His name was Dan Wilson, and just by appearances, one might not think things were so bad. He was actually a pretty attractive guy; Susan had thought so when she had first seen him.

Dan was young, lean and athletic; he had a cute face and (when he turned around) an even cuter butt. Tight and round and packed into those khaki pants, Susan remembered blushing that first day, when Dan turned around and caught her staring at his behind.

But then, he opened his mouth.

All those thoughts about firm buns and good looks went out the door when she realized that her hot new boss was actually a crass, arrogant jerk; he would hit on the female customers, and make rude and often sexist remarks around Susan and the other employees.

The worst thing of all, thought Susan, as she returned to her position behind the front counter, was that her new boss, Dan - this obnoxious pig - was only twenty-five years old. She was nearly old enough to be his mother!

Gosh, it made her depressed. What had begun as a nice, comfortable job was turning into a place that she dreaded coming to.

Now, Susan stood beside the cash register, watching as a woman in a blue van filled up her tank at one of the twelve regular gas pumps outside.

Dan should be arriving any moment; she watched for him out the window. An end to peace and quiet for another day.

She wished she could go back in time to that first day, to that handsome young man with the tight ass and the cute smile. Before he had opened his mouth and ruined everything.

Oh, but how she wished there was some way to just shut him up - to transform the arrogant pig into a quiet, respectful young man! A hot young man!

Perhaps then, she could once again enjoy the fantasy that she had begun forming during that very first encounter: the one where the two of them walked together to the back office - him leading the way, of course, so that she could watch those sexy buns of his move inside his pants while he walked.

They would enter the office together, and close the door behind them. Without saying a word, he would peel his shirt over his head, revealing a toned, tanned chest and sexy abs; he had just the right amount of hair - light around his pecs and continuing all the way down into his khakis.

His hand would move down to his waist, undoing the button on his pants, lowering the zipper. This was about the time she would step forward, take hold of the pants on either side, and pull them down over his hips.

The automatic door jerked Susan out of her trance.

It was the woman who had been filling up her van. "I was on pump 3," she said. "I didn't get a receipt."

Susan forced a smile and printed out a copy for the woman, who took it and left.

Sighing, she returned to watching out the window for Dan to arrive.



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It was shaping up to be an ordinary day at the Fuel Mart.

Dan arrived and was his usual, obnoxious self almost immediately. Susan was ringing up customers, and Dan was rattling on about some girl whom he had met at a bar the night or the weekend before. Susan wasn't really listening.

It was one of those stories that Dan would often tell, but Susan was never quite sure why. She couldn't be less interested in what he was saying, yet somehow he never noticed, or else he noticed but didn't care.

What guy talks about his almost-sexual exploits to a female co-worker who's nearly forty, and then expects her to be interested rather than offended? And for a manager to act that way?

A little later, he was standing up front again with Susan, gathering money from the safe. A young woman, probably around Dan's age was in the store, browsing by the soda coolers. Dan nudged Susan and gestured with a flick of his head towards the woman. "There's a nice one," he said, under his breath.

Susan wanted to smack him - did he think that she was one of his buddies? And he did that all the time - pointing out the attractive customers, and making rude remarks about the ones he felt weren't as attractive.

When he finished collecting the money from the safe, Dan announced that he was going to the office. "Tell that hottie to join me back there," he whispered to Susan, with a wink.

"I'll tell her," she replied, pretending his remark had been humorous.

After the exchange, things grew quiet again while Dan was in the back office, but Susan knew that inevitably he would return to the sales floor. A little before two in the afternoon, Dan returned from the back office. "I'm going to the bank," he announced.

Susan watched him walk to his car, wishing that the cute ass that he had in his pants was attached to someone else. It was impossible for her to deny - if his mouth and his attitude didn't spoil everything, her young, cocky boss was actually quite a hunk.

After thirty minutes had passed, Dan still wasn't back, even though the bank was less than five minutes away. When a car pulled into the far end of the parking lot, it wasn't her boss, but rather, her relief, Alyssa.

Susan watched the girl walk across the lot towards the store and smiled - she couldn't wait to get out of here. If they hurried their exchange, she might be gone before Dan returned.

Alyssa entered the store waving to Susan, and went to the office to clock in. Susan rang up another customer while she waited; a moment later, Alyssa returned from the office and came to stand beside her.

They chatted for a couple of minutes while Alyssa signed on to a register. As usual, Alyssa began talking about boys.

Susan had to remind herself that Alyssa was still just a girl - just three weeks ago, she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday. She was still a senior in high school, and probably very popular, thought Susan.

Alyssa was very pretty, and she had the kind of knock-out body that Susan herself had once had. She still kept fit and in shape, but oh to be eighteen again, Susan thought, and all smooth skin and curves!

The men definitely noticed Alyssa here in the Fuel Mart, even in her unflattering uniform. Just now, an older gentleman paying for his gas flicked his eyes quickly across the teenager's body while she rang him up. Boys closer to Alyssa's age were always in the store chatting her up, trying to figure out how to land her in bed, no doubt. Even their pig boss, Dan, was often eyeballing the teen's shape when he thought no one was looking. Such a pervert, Susan thought, shaking her head. The girl only just turned eighteen!

As if made real by her thoughts, she saw that Dan was now back from the bank and was on his way into the store. A second guy, around the same age as Dan, Susan figured, entered the store with him.

"There's my lovely ladies," Dan called out, as he joined them behind the counter. Susan watched as his eyes darted to Alyssa's backside.

The teen finished with a customer and then greeted Dan, smiling in a way he no doubt took as provocative. Susan frowned, and Dan as if sensing her thoughts, turned to her.

"Still here, Susan?"

Without waiting for an answer, he put a hand on Alyssa's shoulder. With his other hand, he indicated the customer approaching the counter. It was the man he had entered with.

"I've got this one," Dan said, taking Alyssa's place in front of the register. "Can you go make a pot coffee, sweetie?"

Alyssa nodded, removing Dan's hand from her shoulder, and left the front counter area. As she passed, she met the older woman's eyes and Susan could read the meaning there. Their boss grossed her out and she hated it when he touched her. Susan smiled reassuringly as the teen passed, but inside she fumed.

Dan began ringing up the man who had entered the store with him. Judging by the way they spoke, they were clearly buddies.

As Susan watched, her boss rather blatantly failed to ring up the case of beer that the man had brought to the counter. Taking the man's money for only a bag of chips, Dan gave him some change.

Both men were laughing, acting like nothing had happened. She heard Dan say, "...yeah, if you get enough of these beers in her," and then begin laughing harder. Susan couldn't believe the guy's nerve.

After his friend left, Dan turned towards Susan. "Still here?" he asked, again. "Go home." He smiled.

Unable to let what she had just witnessed pass, Susan came closer to Dan and lowered her voice.

"You didn't charge that guy for his alcohol," she said.

"What? That guy?" he asked, seeming oblivious. "Yeah, he's just a friend, that's all - I told him I'd take care of it."

Susan frowned, knowing he aimed to do no such thing.

"If I did that you'd fire me," she said.

"I wouldn't fire you Susan," he grinned, joking. "I might just punish you a little."

"But you just let him walk out without paying!" She couldn't let it drop. "That's stealing."

"Stealing? Don't be so dramatic. Stuff gets taken all the time - we can't stop it all. And a corporation like this? Fuel Mart just writes that shit off. No one cares about another thing or two of beer going missing."

"What about Pam?" Susan spoke without thinking.

Pam was the District Manager - Dan's boss. The name came out of her mouth before she could stop it. Hopefully Dan wouldn't think she was trying to threaten him.

Dan, however, didn't even blink.

"Pam?" He snorted. "Pam's not gonna find out. Things always get stolen - there's always a shortage. The store I was at before was running almost three hundred dollars shortage every month - and it was mostly all alcohol. Of course, that place was a shithole, but still..." He paused to chuckle. "I'm not afraid of Pam." He laughed a bit more.

Susan wanted to shake sense into the man, tell him he was stealing, but Dan wasn't done, yet.

"Pam needs to loosen up. She's so serious all the time - as if that scares me? She's like my mom or something." He grinned wide. "What's she gonna do if she finds out, spank me?"

Susan's eyes widened. Now that, she thought, imagining her cocky boss laid across the lap of the district manager and getting a good, pants-down bottom thrashing, was something she would like to see! She could almost hear the sounds of the smacks as they landed on that delicious, bare ass of his. Suddenly, she felt faint!

In front of her, Dan was still talking: "Of course, nobody here should be stealing." He looked at Susan. "Do as I say, not as I do and all that."

Susan thought he was finally done talking, but after a moment he continued. "I'll tell you what Pam needs." He smiled wide. "Pam needs the spanking! That would loosen her up."

Laughing, he turned and walked away, leaving Susan gaping.

A moment later, Alyssa returned from making coffee and stood beside her. "What was that all about?" the teen asked.

Susan didn't answer right away. Her mind had returned to the image of a moment earlier. Their boss, Dan, with his pants and undies pushed down around his ankles, laid out across the lap of the stern district manager, and receiving the spanking he so rightfully deserved.

Suddenly, another thought came into Susan's head. What if it wasn't Pam delivering the spanking? "What if it was me?"

"What if what was you?" Alyssa asked.

Susan shook her head, trying to clear the beautiful image forming there. She was beginning to get an idea. A wonderfully devilish, delicious idea. She turned to Alyssa.

"That guy that was just in here - the one that came in here with Dan. Ever seen him before?"

"Yeah, he comes in sometimes."

"Does Dan always wait on him like that?" Susan needed to know - if this wasn't just a one time thing...

Alyssa thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah, actually. He's done that with other people he knows, too." The young girl nodded. "Yeah, he does that a lot, actually. Why?"

"Hmm? Oh, no reason."

Susan smiled at Alyssa, but inwardly, she was grinning ear to ear. In her imagination, she was already seated on a chair, rubbing the quickly reddening, bare skin of her boss's ass, as he lay helpless across her lap. And he was pleading.

Dan Wilson, her boss, was laying across her lap, pleading with her to stop spanking him.

Suddenly feeling very horny, Susan quickly said goodbye to the pretty teenager, and rushed out of the store.

Later that night, she began to work out the details of her idea - hopefully, she could turn that image in her mind into the real thing!



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That weekend, Susan was ready to put her plan into motion.

As assistant manager at the Fuel Mart, she was responsible for coming in Saturday and Sunday mornings - Dan's days off - to do the daily reports and count the money. It was boring work, but easy.

More important, she had total access to the back office - including the store's surveillance system - for as long as she needed without disruption.

The previous store manager, Robert, had been quite thorough in his instruction, and now, as she fiddled with the surveillance program, she was thankful. For instance, she knew that the system was set up to cache thirty days worth of footage at a time. She also knew the password needed to access that footage and how to use the software.

That Saturday, after she finished her work for the morning, she reached into her purse and pulled out a portable hard drive. After a little fussing, she had it hooked up to the computer that ran the surveillance cameras, and began downloading the entire cache of daily recordings.

Since Dan had only been at the store for a little over three weeks, his entire tenure would still be in the computer's memory. If Alyssa was right, and Dan had been letting his friends walk off without paying for things, then this downloaded footage would show it all.

That night, in the comfort of her home, she began going through the downloaded footage from the store's security cameras. She was able to fast forward through large chunks and entire days, looking only for those periods when Dan was in the store. During the hours when Dan was in the store, she would run through the video slower, watching for any instances when Dan was working at a register, ringing up customers.

It was tedious work, but she slowly made her way through the footage. Every time she found a spot where Dan was making a sale, she would note the timestamp on the video.

Armed with a list of transaction times, she could go into the store's sales history, and bring up receipts for each of those sales. If any items visible on the security video were missing from the receipts, such as the case of beer that she had watched him give away, Susan would find them.

And when she did... Her cheeks reddened as she let herself imagine what she could do once she had that information. She had a variety of naughty ideas involving things she might do to her young, arrogant boss. Susan smiled - mostly, she imagined what she might do to the young stud's tantalizing buns.

It took Susan almost the whole week, but finally she made it through all the long hours of video. Now, she had a list with all of Dan's transactions, which she was eager to check against the sales history.


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On Friday, as she worked her shift at the Fuel Mart, she could barely contain her excitement for the weekend ahead. Once she was alone in the office, she would be able to go through the transaction histories. She just KNEW she would find the evidence she needed to nail her arrogant boss.

Speaking of...

"Someone's in a good mood, today," said Dan, coming to stand by the front counter.

Susan blushed, realizing that she had been humming to herself as she stocked the cigarettes.

Dan leaned over the counter towards her, lowering his voice. "Did someone get a little action last night?" he asked, grinning. "Good for you, Susan."

Susan grimaced, but forced herself to chuckle at her boss. "What? Me? I'm just in good mood is all."

Dan nodded, and smiled wide. "I'll bet you are," he said, and winked. "Don't worry - it's our secret."

He indicated the bag in his hand and said, "I'm headed to the bank."

"I'll be right here," she told him.

Inwardly, she grinned - the unsuspecting pig couldn't know it, but she would be getting some hot action very soon indeed - from him!

She watched him leave, eyeing the tight, round butt tucked into his pants.

Susan felt the excitement in her rise to a fever pitch - tomorrow she would start to dig through those receipts, and she was confident she would find more than just the single instance of Dan giving away store merchandise. Once she did, she would have her boss right where she wanted him. A simple phone call to the district manager, Pam, and Dan would be finished.

Of course, that's not what she wanted to happen.

Hopefully, he would try to bargain with her, to stop her from calling Pam, and to save his job.

The blush returned to Susan's face as her imagination started up again. She didn't want Dan to get fired - at least, not right away.

What Susan wanted was her cocky, young hunk-of-a-boss laying across her lap, with his bared, round tush sticking up in the air. Asking for a spanking. Asking for her to spank his ass.

Then, she wanted to turn that cute, little butt of his a lovely shade of red.

That was her hope.


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Saturday morning, Susan counted the money and finished the report as quickly as she could. She spent the rest of her shift alone in the office, logged into the store's sales records. Armed with the list of Dan's transactions, which she had gathered from the security videos, she printed out the corresponding receipts.

She also fast-forwarded through the security footage from the week which had just passed, to search for more of Dan's transactions. After zipping through those five days of video and noting the times of the sales Dan had made, she printed up more receipts and downloaded the matching video for comparison.

When she returned home, she would compare what Dan had actually rung up through the register, with what was actually being purchased. If he was giving things away, those items would not be listed on the receipt, but would appear in the video footage.

Spurred on by the images in her mind of the pants-down spanking she would give her boss, she breezed through the monotonous work. By the end of the weekend, she had gone through every single transaction Dan had made at a cash register, checking the receipts against the video.

Right away, she had found a discrepancy - another case of beer. Then, she found two bottles of wine.

Her heart began pounding in her ears.

Another case of beer! Some car care products! Her face felt flushed. Next, was the case of beer which had started the whole affair.

Looking closely at the image of Dan in the video footage, a huge grin came over Susan's face. She had him right where she wanted him.

Oh please, she thought, let him end up right where she wanted him!

Finally, from the most recent week's footage, there was another bottle of wine and a small case of beer. Susan was stunned - this was even after she had confronted him about giving away store product!

The poor, deluded jerk, thought Susan. He must really believe he could do whatever he pleased.

She rubbed her hands together like an evil genius. He might have brushed her off before, she thought, but he wasn't going to brush her off now!

In a way, Susan thought, he had helped choose his own punishment: when she had confronted him about stealing - and what he was doing, she believed, was a form of stealing - it was Dan who first mentioned spanking.

Susan smiled - it wasn't his boss, Pam, who would be spanking him, however. She licked her lips, as she imagined running her hands over Dan's sexy, bare butt - it would be her.

Then, Susan remembered, in that same conversation, Dan had also mentioned a spanking for Pam. Such disrespect!

Perhaps, she considered, Pam deserved a crack at his hot ass, too. However, the district manager's reaction was difficult for Susan to gauge - she may just fire Dan. Then, Susan would lose this amazing opportunity, and Dan would escape his bare-assed spanking.

Susan couldn't risk letting that happen. She would just have to give Dan a few swats on Pam's behalf!

And Pam wasn't the only one Dan had talked about giving a spanking to. Only a few days after he had arrived at their store, he learned that Alyssa had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday.

As Susan stood nearby, counting the money in her register, she heard Dan exclaim, "You mean, I missed it?"

"Yep. Sorry," came Alyssa's short response. Susan smiled, remembering - the teenager had disliked Dan right away.

"That's okay," Dan said. "It isn't too late to celebrate. Come by the office and I'll give you your birthday spanking." He laughed. "Eighteen swats?"

"Um, no thanks."

"Hey, we can do it right here if you prefer." He glanced at the customer, a middle-aged man, whom Alyssa was ringing up. "What do you say, buddy - sound good?"

The middle aged man shrugged; Alyssa blushed.

Susan was disgusted, but she held her tongue. Dan laughed like the whole episode was hilarious, and then strode away from the front counter, towards the office.

Susan decided Alyssa would love a chance to give her pervert boss a spanking.

Of course, Alyssa was only eighteen and still in high school. She was a nice girl, but if Susan let her participate in Dan's punishment, she may end up gossiping with her high school friends, and that could lead to all kinds of trouble.

No, Alyssa must be kept in the dark, as well.

That would be the tricky part, since Susan wanted the spanking to happen in the back office at the Fuel Mart - how much more humiliating would it be for Dan, she thought, then to have one of his female employees give him an over-the-knee, bare-assed spanking, right there in his office?

Susan was getting horny again, when she suddenly remembered something else. Dan had once even suggested that SHE receive a spanking!

It was about two and a half weeks ago - she had finished counting the money in her register after a shift, and she was five dollars short. Dan, trying to unsuccessfully to flirt with Alyssa, looked over.

"Stealing cash again, Susan?"

"I'm missing five bucks," Susan admitted.

"If you need five dollars so bad, you could just ask me," he laughed. "I'd lend it to you. Otherwise, you know, I'll have to punish you. I am the boss around here."

She ignored him, and began going over her numbers again - she knew she wasn't missing money.

"I think a spanking would be a good punishment for theft," Dan was saying. "Maybe a swat for every dollar missing - that seems fair."

"Found it!" Susan announced. "I forgot to include my coupons." She breathed a sigh of relief - she hated making mistakes.

"The offer still stands," Dan said, grinning.

That moment hadn't made much of an impression on her at the time - Dan was always saying perverted, obnoxious stuff - but suddenly, as she sat in her living room, with all of her research into Dan's mis-deeds complete, that conversation took on new meaning.

A swat for every dollar, Dan had said. Susan liked the sound of that.

She looked back over the list - all the items Dan had given away - and she grinned. He might try to say he never stole anything, but he was responsible for these missing items. And missing items meant missing money. Pam certainly wouldn't make a distinction - Dan was responsible for missing money, period.

A swat for every dollar, then, Susan thought.

She felt her face becoming flushed again. She would have to check the prices in the store to be sure, but it looked like Dan had given away close to one hundred dollars worth of merchandise!

That was one hundred swats on her boss's bare ass!

She lay awake in bed Sunday night for a long time, too horny to sleep.


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