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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.
* * * * *
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!
* * * * *
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.
* * * * *
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.
* * * * *
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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