Message-ID: <6481eli$9712161637@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: fftlvr@ix.netcom.com (Mr. Nice Guy) Subject: Repost: England 2/4 (femdom,S/M,n/c) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <675qub$ep8@dfw-ixnews4.ix.netcom.com> 220 12923 <9509022056.AA28885@red.paston.co.uk> article Path: ix.netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!swrinde!cs.utexas.ed !not-for-mail From: budgie@paston.co.uk Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom Subject: STORY: The Trainee Manager 2/3 (FEMDOM S&M N/C) Date: 2 Sep 1995 16:04:39 -0500 Organization: UTexas Mail-to-News Gateway Lines: 362 Sender: nobody@cs.utexas.edu Message-ID: <9509022056.AA28885@red.paston.co.uk> NNTP-Posting-Host: news.cs.utexas.edu This is my very first story to the group, it was prompted by a question posted last week in alt.sex.stories, wanting to know why there are not many stories appearing here these days. I posted a reply saying that if we all posted the one story that I`m sure we all have in us, then there would be enough stories for all. I apologise in advance if the quality or content is not as high as some of our more regular contributors (three cheers for them!) but at least I am making the effort to give a little back to the group which has provided me with so much entertainment. Constructive criticism is very welcome. I can learn more from one word of criticism than I can from a thousand messages of praise. This does not mean, of course, that your congratulations on producing such a fine piece of literature will not be fully appreciated. (g) I suppose I should be inserting the usual load of garbage here about disclaimers, but you`ve read it all before and so I`ll just say, all the usual disclaimers apply and don`t do this at home kids! The Trainee Manager (Part 2) XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Steve arrived at the shop the next morning with considerably less spring in his step than he had twenty four hours previously. He had spent a very uncomfortable, sleepless night following the thrashing that Kim had obviously taken the greatest delight in handing out. As he walked through the doors he saw his tormentress talking animatedly a and Louise who were giggling in response. Kim turned to greet the unfortunate man as he approached. "Good morning Steve, slept soundly did we?" She asked enthusiastically. This prompted a renewed bout of giggling from the two young girls, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face as he wondered just how much Kim had told these two young ladies who had caused him so much misery yesterday. He didn`t have to wonder for long, Samantha stretched her hand behind him and gave him a sharp swat on his behind. "Still a little sore are we?" She laughingly enquired. "Miss Pringle has told us all about it, " added Louise. "You`ll have to be especially respectful to us in future, you wouldn`t want us to have to complain to Miss Pringle about your attitude, would you?" She was smiling smugly, revelling in a degree of power that she had never before experienced. "Too right," Kim confirmed. "You know what the penalty for that would be." The red-faced wretch in front of her knew only too well and his gaze fell to the floor as he nodded in understanding. "OK, I`ve lots of work to do, please don`t disturb me unless it`s urgent, keep him busy." Kim addressed the two girls before heading towards the office. "Wow! Did she really thrash your bare arse?" Asked Samantha excitedly as Kim closed the door behind her. "Did she leave any marks? Can we see? Joined in Louise expectantly, as Steve squirmed, hopping from foot to foot. "Look girls, that Kim is a kinky nutcase, but she`s got me by the balls, I have to go along with her until her Father returns. Please don`t make this any worse for me than it already is. I don`t mind fetching and carrying for you, but can`t we be friends and forget about all this respect nonsense?" Steve pleaded. "And why should we want to do that? Samantha smiled sweetly. "This is going to be fun, it will make coming to work enjoyable, it`s probably the only opportunity I`ll ever get to have this sort of authority over a man, I`m going to make the most of it." "Too true," chimed in Louise. "I don`t think that Miss Pringle is going to be pleased to hear that you think that she is a kinky nutcase. Another taste of her belt again tonight I`d imagine." As that unthinkable possibility flashed through Steve`s mind, he desperately tried to diffuse the threat. "Alright Miss Louise, you win. I will do whatever you or Miss Samantha asks of me, only please give me another chance and don`t tell her what I said." Louise looked thoughtfully at her friend before deciding to offer Steve a way out. "We will overlook your remark, providing we can have a look at the marks that Miss Pringle has given you." Samantha nodded enthusiastically in agreement, eagerly looking forward to the show. "Oh no! I couldn`t posibly do that," groaned Steve. "Surely you can`t expect a man of my position to humiliate myself in front of two young girls?" "And what position would that be," enquired Samantha. "From where we`re standing it looks as though `slave` is the best word to describe your position at the moment. We don`t want any further argument, it`s up to you. Either you are waiting for us in the stockroom in five minutes, bending with your bare arse exposed for inspection or we go straight to Miss Pringle with your estimation of her." The gloating girls turned to leave him wrestling with his dilemma. After a couple of minutes he shuffled to the stockroom, knowing that he had no choice. He would do anything to avoid a repeat of last night`s terrifying experience and knew that Kim would most certainly jump at any excuse to do it again. The stockroom door creaked slightly as Samantha pushed it open, her bright blue eyes sparkled when she saw Steve bent over in front of her. "Wow!" Was all she said over and over again as she gently traced her fingertips over the reddish-purple bruises that decorated his naked behind. "I`ll bet that`s still pretty sore, she really must have laid it on hard," she added admiringly. She imagined the pleasure that Kim must have experienced while inflicting such a thrashing and yearned for the opportunity to add to his misery herself. She walked to some shelves in front of him, and as she searched through various boxes he was treated to an enticing rear view. Her short red dress lifted even higher as stretched to the very top shelf, standing on tip-toes, the thin heels of her matching strappy red sandals leaving the floor. "Ah, here we are," she announced triumphantly, removing a white tennis shoe from a light blue box. She slapped it experimentally against the palm of her hand. The evil grin on her face expanding all the time. She sauntered to his rear and laid the cold rubber sole against his very tender behind. "No way. Enough is enough," protested Steve. "If I have to take it from the Boss`s daughter that`s one thing, but I`m not going to take it from you too." He straightened up and began to pull his trousers up from around his ankles. "OK, have it your way," Samantha replied matter of factly. "If you want me to tell Miss Pringle about your remarks, as well as the complete lack of respect that you`ve shown me, then I`m sure she`ll give you something far worse than this." She was still tapping the sole firmly against her hand as she waited for his decision. With an air of resignation, Steve slowly let his trousers fall to his knees, as he slowly bent forward, Samantha bared her sharp little white teeth in a grin of satisfaction and carressed his bruised buttocks with the cold sole once more. "I`m glad to see that you`ve understood the situation, I`m only giving you ten, although by the look of it, you will certainly feel the full benefit of each of them." Almost immediately the tennis shoe slammed into his battered arse. A red blotch appeared immediately and Samantha looked down in satisfaction as she laid on number two. Number three brought a howl of protest from Steve and although the stockroom was in the otherwise deserted basement and the door was closed, she had to warn him to keep the noise down, adding that he wouldn`t want to alert Miss Pringle. Numbers four, five and six splatted into the tormented flesh which had now returned to the all-over rosy glow of the previous evening. Such a satisfying sound, thought the young girl as she added number seven. Such power and excitement too, she thought. She was sure that her little panties were beginning to get quite wet from the thrill. The last three were laid on in quick succession, with all the force that her delicate frame could muster. As he began to rise after his ordeal, she could see his face was bathed in sweat, and was that a tear in the corner of his eye? "Don`t bother to get up ," she barked at him. "Louise wants a look as well, I`ll send her down to see you as soon as she`s finished with the customer she was with. "When she comes down I want you to ask her for another ten, and as she lands each one, you will ask her for it harder. Understood?" She asked him sweetly as she forced the tennis shoe into his mouth for him to hold, making it impossible for him to reply. "Make sure that`s still in place when Louise comes to visit you." With that, she turned on her dainty heel to leave him alone to ponder upon the terrible situation in which he was immersed. Louise had just finished making a sale to her customer when Samantha returned from the stockroom. She walked up to her young friend with a smile that said it all. "Did he show you," enquired Louise excitedly. "Oh yes, it makes a very pretty picture. Go down and see him, he`s got something to ask you," replied the pony-tailed blonde mischeviously. Louise needed no second invitation and hurried away to visit the waiting Steve. As the stockroom door slowly opened, Steve`s buttocks began to twitch in fear of the continuance of his ordeal. He stood up to face his latest torturer, she was provocatively dressed in a see-through white blouse through which her nipples were clearly visible, a tight black leather skirt and flat-heeled black leather boots completed the devestating appearance which was topped off by her thick black hair which was cut into a short bob. "OK, let`s have a good look, Stevie boy, "demanded Louise confidently. Steve immediately turned around and bent over, as she brought her head down for a closer inspection, he could feel her breath on his, oh so tender, backside. "Very impressive. Sam tells me that you`ve got something to ask me, what is it then? Spit it out." Steve literally had to do just that as he removed the tennis shoe from between his aching jaws. "Please Miss, would you give me ten with this," he asked very sheepishly. Louise`s bright green eyes widened as she considered the man`s unexpected request. "Well, by the look of that arse of yours, I would have thought you would have had enough by now. You`ve obviously developed a taste for it." She wrenched the shoe from Steve`s grasp, electricity seemed to flow from it as she continued. "Well if you like this sort of thing, then I`m certainly the girl to give it to you, good and hard." Steve was about to protest that he had only made his request because Samantha had ordered him to, but as he opened his mouth, the thick rubber sole smashed deep into ever-reddening rump. His senses began to scramble, but he was alert enough to remember the response that Samantha had ordered from him. "Harder," he yelled as the full impact of her first strike hit home. "Right, now you`ve really pushed it too far!" Louise shouted down at him. "I suppose Sam gave you some as well, obviously I`m not using as much force as she did. Well, let`s see if I can outdo her." With that she laid on the second blow with full force. Steve`s features contorted in a mask of pain, a strangulated cry of "Harder" reached the ears of the infuriated girl. In a wild sadistic frenzy she sent the rubber sole crashing into writhing mass of misery before her another dozen times in quick succession. As Steve rolled, screaming onto the floor in extreme agony, Louise was panting in excitement and quickly departed upstairs to share her experience with her partner-in-pain. Louise collapsed into laughter when she heard that Samantha had ordered him to yell out for it harder each time she had thwacked him. "And I thought he was one of those kinky perverts who actually enjoyed it," she giggled. "Oh no, " replied her friend. "He`s hating every minute of this, that`s what makes the whole thing so much more enjoyable, it wouldn`t be half as much fun if he was actually getting some kind of pleasure from it." As she spoke, they noticed Steve walking very gingerly and red-faced towards an elderly lady customer. The rest of the morning passed without further incident, Steve went about his work meticulously in order not to give the two girls any further excuse to find fault. It was just after lunch that Kim finally re-appeared from her office, she cast her eye around the store to see what Steve was doing and spotted him crouched on the floor filling a bottom shelf with shoe polish and dyes. As he knelt there, Samantha walked up slowly behind him and firmly trapped his right hand, that had been resting on the floor, beneath her left boot. Steve let out a cry, more in surprise than pain as he looked up to see the pony-tailed blonde grinning mischieviously down upon him. "Well if you will leave your hands lying around on the floor, you can`t be too surprised if somebody stands on them, can you? She asked. "Now if you ask me very respectfully, I may condescend to move my foot. Mind you it will have a very respectful request." Steve boiled inside, he would have liked nothing more than to wipe the silly smirk off this pretty young girl`s face. However, in his current situation, that would only land him in really deep trouble. He had no option but to go along with her little game. "Please Miss Samantha, would you please remove your boot from my hand, I`m sorry if it got in your way." The young girl thought for a moment as she slowly raised her right foot, transferring her full weight onto the booted foot that crushed her victims hand. As he whimpered in pain, she said "Pretty good. For a start.......But I want to see a little more respect. Why don`t you kiss my boot as you beg me this time?" With his hand trapped, Steve had to contort his body to enable him to twist himself into a position to put his lips to the toe of her black leather boot. "Please Miss, pleeease.... You`re hurting me." He pleaded as she looked around her with an air of indifference to his plight. "Okay then wimp, since you asked so sweetly." She twisted her sole to grind down hard before finally releasing him. Kim had seen all of this and looked on approvingly. She was just aboutongratulate Samantha when she noticed her friend Julie walking through the entrance. "Hi Julie, nice to see you," Kim called out rushing toward her friend who had shoulder length dark brown hair and was wearing a smart white trouser suit with matching patent court shoes. "Well, you did tell me to pop in to see you, I need some shoes to go with this neat little pink outfit I just bought," she replied, holding up the large bag she was holding. "And I`m looking forward to the special treatment you promised me." "Of course, of course. Come this way into my office and let me get you a drink. You can even use it as your private fiiting room if you wish, I`ll get an assistant to bring you a selection of pink shoes for you to try, you must be about a size six, right?" Julie nodded in agreement and watched as Kim sped off to instruct a young man to bring a selection of pink shoes into her office. She returned a minute or so later and led Julie into her Father`s office, before opening the small drinks cabinet. "What would you like? We seem to have most things here." Enquired Kim. "Oh, I`ll have a gin and tonic if you have it, you certainly seem to have settled in rather well around here." Julie commented as she relaxed in the chair in front of the desk. Kim prepared two drinks and gave one to her friend just as a faint knock came at the door. "Come in!" Julie was slightly surprised at the authorative sound of Kim`s voice. Slowly the door opened and Steve walked carefully in, his head covered by the stack of five boxes which he held in front of him. He gently placed them down beside the girl in the white suitand waited for further instructions. "Well go and get my friend a footstool," Kim ordered. "Yes Miss Pringle. Right away Miss Pringle." Steve quickly turned to carry out the instructions. "Well you certainly seem to have him trained well," laughed Julie as the man disappeared behind the door. "Well, I`m getting there," Kim mused. "He still needs to show a little more respect, but I`m sure I`ll get there in the end." Steve returned with the footrest and knelt down to place it in front of the white patent court shoes. "Stay there!" Kim barked. "I promised Julie some special treatment, her nice white shoes have got some dirty little splashes on them from all the rain out there, lick them clean for her." Julie looked across at her friend in amazement, what kind of a joke was this? "You`re not serious are you," she asked incredulously. "I`m perfectly serious, Steve needs to be taught to have respect for all our customers and especially my friends." Kim took a large gulp of neat vodka and her stare fixed upon Steve in a steely look of determination. He hadn`t moved a muscle, not knowing how to react to this latest piece of humiliation. He looked beseechingly up at Julie, willing her to intervene and put a stop to this cruelty. But Julie wasn`t about to interfere, she was too bewildered and a little excited about the bizarre scene that was being played out before her. "Do it Steve, don`t try my patience," hissed Kim. It was pointless to resist and he slowly bent forward to put his tongue to work on the white patent leather before him. Fortunately they were not too dirty and, although they left a nasty bitter taste in his mouth, he had soon finished both shoes to Kim`s satisfaction. Julie, looking very flushed, took a large sip to finish her drink. "Very impressive Kim, that was the biggest thrill I`ve had in years. I can`t believe that you just made him do that. How on earth do you come to have that control over him on only your second day here? "Oh it`s easy, it`s all part of his training in that magic word of respect." Kim replied smugly as she ordered the defeated Steve to take out the shoes that he had brought in earlier. Julie smiled in admiration of her friends dominance over the unfortunate young man and contemplated just how far that she would go with him before the end of his training period. Steve too was contemplating that same question as he leapt up to prepare to more drinks at the insistence of the relentless Kim. After an hour or so of trying on at least a dozen pairs of shoes, Julie finally decided upon the very first pair she had tried on. Steve sat exhausted on the floor surrounded by an ocean of discarded shoes that he had run backwards and forwards with in attempt to satisfy the demands of the young ladies. "Put all those shoes away quickly," Kim ordered. "You`ve got five minutes, or else you`ll feel some more leather again tonight," she threatened him. Julie`s eyes opened wide in amazement. "You don`t mean that you`ve actually.... " Her voice trailed off as Kim nodded in smug confirmation. "Yes, I most certainly have, would you like to have a look at the results?" She offered. "Why yes, why not?" Julie enthused, four gin and tonics added to all this excitement had left her feeling very heady. She gawped open-mouthed as Kim told Steve to remove his clothes for her friends inspection. As he did so, he self-conciously covered his genitals with his hands, trying to maintain some last vestige of dignity. As he bent over the desk as instructed he could hear Julie whistle in amazement at the sorry state of his arse. "Looks even redder than it did last night," observed Kim. "Funny, I would have thought that most of the rosy glow would have gone by now." There was no way that Steve was going to tell her about the encounter with Samantha and Louise earlier that morning, and so he maintained a, somewhat less than dignified, silence. That silence was broken by Kim`s threatening voice. "I had planned on teaching you another lesson this evening, but by the look of your buttocks you`re still learning from the lesson I gave you last night. However, I have not been entirely pleased with the attention you have shown to my guest this afternoon, you have seemed a little reluctant to please at times, a bit surly. You cannot expect to get away with that." Steve silently groaned deep within himself, he could not face another beating on top of all that he had already had, he would lose his mind. He couldn`t remember how he had got there, but he found himself fervently kissing Kim`s right shoe, pleading for mercy. Unfortunately for Steve, mercy was a word that Kim didn`t appear to know the meaning of, she let him slobber away for a minute or so before coming to her decision. "Since I`m not a cruel woman," she smirked, glancing over to her friend. "I`m not going to give you another thrashing tonight. However, you do still have to be punished. You must learn the importance of complete obedience and respect. "I`ve always wondered what it would be like to kick a man hard between his legs, I`m about to find out. She informed him , her voice trembling with excitement. Julie just stared on in stunned silence, she would not have believed what had happened unless she had seen it this afternoon with her own eyes, "I want you to kneel facing me with your knees spread as wide as you can. You will then ask me to kick you as hard as I can in the balls," continued the redhead. For the umpteenth time in the past two days, Steve realised that he had no choice but to comply. He slowly assumed the position that he had been instructed as Kim positioned herself for the kill. "Julie darling, would you mind holding his hands above his head, I wouldn`t want any involuntary interference. "Not at all," Julie agreed readily, anxious to witness the ultimate climax of this incredible afternoon. Kim was meticulous in her preparation. She lightly tapped his testicles with her pointed black leather toe and took two measured steps back. "Okay, let`s see hear it boy, demanded Kim. The tension of the moment was welling up inside her as she waited to hear his request. Tension was also welling up inside of Steve, but his tension was also intermingled with intense fear as he prepared himself for the inevitable. In a voice scarcely above a whisper he heard himself say "Please Miss Pringle kick me in the balls as hard as you can." He closed his eyes and waited for the agony to arrive. "Open your eyes boy," Kim rasped. "I want you to look me straight in the eyes as I do this, I want you to see the pleasure it gives me and I want to see the pain that it causes you. Steve opened his eyes and silently pleaded for her not to do it. Suddenly she took two paces forward and, lifting her right foot back as far as she could, she sent the pointed black toe sinking deep into his balls. For a split second he felt nothing and then immediately the extreme agony swept over him in waves of nausea. Julie had released his wrists and he was rolling around the floor, clutching himself in severe distress. His screams echoed around the office and were music to the ears of the two girls. Kim was in ecstasy, never before had she experienced a single moment of pleasure of such intensity before, and from the look on her friends face she had thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle too. They left the office arm in arm to leave Steve in his misery. "Don`t forget to clear up this mess ," Kim reminded him on the way out. Steve hardly heard her as the never-ending pain continued to scramble his senses. END OF PART TWO. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |