Message-ID: <6482eli$9712161637@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: fftlvr@ix.netcom.com (Mr. Nice Guy) Subject: Repost: England 3/4 (femdon, 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: <675r38$1be@sjx-ixn5.ix.netcom.com> 220 13585 <9509122058.AA12823@red.paston.co.uk> article Path: ix.netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!cs.utexas.edu!not-fo -mail From: budgie@paston.co.uk Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom Subject: STORY: The Trainee Manager 3/4 (FEMDOM S&M N/C) Date: 12 Sep 1995 16:06:54 -0500 Organization: UTexas Mail-to-News Gateway Lines: 334 Sender: nobody@cs.utexas.edu Message-ID: <9509122058.AA12823@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 3) XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The next few days were relatively uneventful for Steve. He still had to do all the running around for Samntha and Louise, and still had to suffer their humiliating remarks. They even had him kissing the toes of their shoes every morning as he greeted them. But at least he did not upset them enough to warrant any further physical pain. Saturday morning arrived and, as it was the busiest day of the week, they had two schoolgirl helpers in the Department. He was introduced to Michelle and Amanda by Kim and was relieved when she didn`t, at least, humiliate him in front of the two sixteen year olds. That didn`t stop Samantha and Louise from ordering him around as usual and Amanda seemed quite concerned about the treatment he was getting. "Why do you let those two boss you around so much?" The pretty girl with short black hair asked him. Steve certainly wasn`t going to tell her the awful truth, he couldn`t face the humiliation of telling her all the terrible things that had happened to him over the past few days. "Oh, I don`t mind, they are just playing games and I`m happy to along with them," he replied. "Seems to me that they`re pretty serious about it, and you seem so frightened of them. They order you around and you just leap to attention, I think you`re just a big wimp," she goaded him. Steve cringed deep inside, if only this schoolgirl knew the whole truth then she would understand. "No, I could stand up to them," he gushed with false bravado. " They know that." Amanda laughed at him. "I don`t think so, If you`re a real man then prove it and stand up to them just once. If you refuse to make their coffee for them this morning then I`ll accept what you say. If not, then it will confirm that I was right about you all along," she challenged. She gave him a very sarcastic smile , turned on her heel and headed towards her friend, Michelle. Steve was left standing with a dilemma. There was no way that he could refuse to make their coffees later that morning, of that he was sure. On the other hand, he couldn`t bear to let this young schoolgirl think that he was such a spineless wimp. He had to offer, at least, a token show of defiance. The hands on his watch eemed to speed around to eleven o`clock, as each minute raced by Steve was sweating more and more. Michelle was serving a customer, but the other three girls were chatting together when Louise suddenly looked at the clock and announced it was time for Steve to make the coffees. Amanda gave him a huge smile and waited for his response. "Ooh, would you mind making them today, I`ve made them all week," he whined. Samantha`s eyebrows arched in anger. "Listen Stevie boy, go and make the coffees this instant," she shouted. Steve was quivering with fear but Amanda was looking him straight in the eye, he couldn`t be degraded in front of her. "No, I won`t," he blurted. "Get somebody else to do it." He took a deep breath, afraid of what might come next. He was pleasantly surprised. Louise surprisingly relented. "It`s alright Sam, I`ll make the coffees. She turned toward the kitchen as Steve heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh, and I`ll make sure that I take one to Miss Pringle too, I`d like to have a little chat with her," she called over her shoulder as she left. Terror suddenly gripped him as he realised the implications of her last remark. He looked over to Amanda who gave him a reassurng smile as she turned to attend to a customer. "Well, well, well, Stevie boy, you`ve really done it now," chuckled Samantha. "Guess who`s going to have a sore butt tonight?" Steve was frantic, he pleaded with the young girl to stop Louise from reporting him. "But you`ve been disrespectful and disobedient Steve, you know that deserves punishment," chided Samantha sweetly. "Oh yes, I know, I`m sorry. Look, I know I was wrong and should be punished, but can`t you do it instead of handing me over to that bitch? He begged in desparation. Samantha thought for a moment, yes, it had been a few days since they`d given him a beating. She was hungry for the feeling that it had given her again. "OK, you win. Meet me down in the stockroom in five minutes and I will persuade Louise not to tell Miss Pringle." Considering he was about to get his backside thwacked once more, Steve was almost overjoyed. The tennis shoe that they`d used last time was painful enough, but it was nothing in comparison to the belting he would receive from Kim. Anxious to please, Steve waited in the stockroom with his trousers and boxer shorts around his ankles, as an extra attempt at appeasement, he gripped the tennis shoe, that they had used previously, in his mouth. Samantha opened the door and was clearly impressed. "Wow, what a little eagerpuss you are, are you sure you not into all this pain?" She enquired laughingly. "Well, Stevie, I would say that your gross insubordination deserved at least fifty this time." She waited for a reaction, Steve just closed his eyes in resignation. "However, it`s your lucky day," she added with a mischievious twinkle in her eye. "I`m only going to give you three. What do you think of that?" She removed the shoe from his mouth. Steve was stunned, he had thought that there was nothing more that she would have enjoyed other than giving him a severe beating. "You are very kind and very fair Miss Samantha," he replied with deferrence. "Really? I wonder if you will think I am so kind after I slap this shoe across your stupid, impertinent face three times." An evil leering grin lit up her pretty face. "Please Miss, no, I couldn`t take that." Slap me with your hand if you like, but not with that." He looked down at the tennis shoe as though it were a rattlesnake poised to strike. "Your decision boy," she said matter-of-factly. "Either you take it or we shall be having a cosy chat with Miss Pringle. "OK, OK, do it. Anything but another thrashing from her." Steve knelt and meekly offered his face up to her. Samantha smiled serenely as she looked down upon him, she cupped his right cheek gently in her left hand, paused for a moment to drink in the memory and brought the light brown rubber sole smashing into his left cheek. Hard rubber connected with soft, yielding flesh with such force that Steve stars and flashing lights before his eyes as he tried to regain his senses. Finally he was able to focus again and, through tear filled eyes, saw the grinning, excited face of Samantha looking down upon him, teeth bared in undisguised glee. A gentle tap-tap-tap on his left cheek once more, Steve almost welcomed the cooling surface of the sole upon his cheek, which seemed to be on fire. Suddenly the gentle tapping ceased, a split second later his face errupted in agony as another blistering slap connected with an earsplitting crack which echoed loudly around the room. This time Steve was in real trouble, he threw himself at Samantha`s feet, weeping unashamedly as he kissed her ankle-length black boots and begged for mercy. As he slobbered away, he was hardly aware of Louise as she entered the stockroom with a cup of coffee. "Your coffee was getting cold so I thought I`d bring it down to you. I thought you might be having a bit of fun. Wow, look at his face," she exclaimed in a mixture of amazement and delight upon seeing the purplish tinged red mask that virtually covered one side of his face." Samantha didn`t turn,or even acknowledge her friend`s arrival. Showing no emotion, the blonde simply grabbed a handful of hair from the top of his head and pulled him to his knees to face her, there was no resistance from him as he hung there limply like a rag doll, awaiting the inevitable. His dull eyes registered the tennis shoe being raised high once more, he managed to croak out a "Please Miss" before the unyielding sole splatted harder than ever into his sore and bruised cheek. His sobs grew louder and he groaned in relief, as much as agony, as he realised that it was all over. Samantha, still clinging to his hair, dragged his head upwards, suddenly sent the stinging sole smashing into his face once more, before releasing him to allow him to drop to the floor in a sobbing, heaving heap. "Sorry about ththat last one," she lied unconvincingly. "I just couldn`t resist it, I got so carried away with the excitement of it all. She looked around. "Hi Louise, do you think he`s suffered enough? I told him that if he accepted this, then I would persuade you not to go to Miss Pringle" Louise responded with a deep, throaty laugh as she looked down upon Seve who was trying to stem the flow of tears. "Seems like a reasonable deal, Sam. Trrouble is, I`ve already seen her!" There was a moment`s stunned silence and then both girls errupted into uncontrollable laughter. The two giggling girls left the room, leaving the miserable Steve to attempt to come to terms with what he had just endured and what he no dobt would have to endure at the hands of Kim that evening. Ten minutes later, Steve had recomposed himself enough to return into the shop, he was greeted by Lucy who gave him a disdainful look before spitting out one word. "Wimp!" Steve`s heart slumped even lower, the two senior girls had obviously told her what had caused his colourful swelling cheek. He returned to his work in an attempt to take his mind off things and approached a strikingly attactive young woman who had just entered. She was obviously one of the horsey set, kitted out in white starched blouse, skin-tight pale cream jodhpurs and black knee-length riding boots. "Can I help you ?" He enquired. She turned around, she was gorgeous, her long rich red hair fell in ringlets down past her shoulders, her piercing deep green eyes seemed to burrow into Steve`s glowing cheek. "Yes, tell Kim that Tara is here to see her," she commanded. Steve turned to wards Kim`s office. Every step he took was filled with dread as he considered the reception he was likely to receive. After knocking and being told to enter, Steve told Kim about the arrival of the beautiful vision in clinging jodhpurs. She walked over to him to examine his burning cheek. "What happened?" She asked with sincere concern in her voice. Steve pondered a moment before answering. Should he tell her the truthwhich might well lead to Samantha being reprimanded, or should he lie and pretend that he had a slight accident and fell on the stairs. He decided that he had nothing to lose by telling the truth and if that led to Samantha being carpeted then it was nothing more than she deserved. "Samantha did it!" He blurted out. "Did she? We`ll have to have a little chat with her later on. But first would you show Tara in? Tara breezed into Kim`s office. "Hi Kim, you told me to call in and see you, I`m going away on holiday next week and need a new pair of sandals." Kim offered her a seat and a drink, Tara declined the drink saying that she was just about to drive over to the stables. "Whatever happened to that poor man who showed me in?" She asked. "His face was so bruised." "Oh don`t waste your sympathy on him, I think one of the girls did it, he probably deserved it," explained Kim. "You may well be right," replied her friend. "He seems a lecherous piece of work, he couldn`t take his eyes off my arse." "Is that right?" Asked Kim with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I`ll speak to him about that later." She picked up the phone and dialed through to the shop. "Tell Steve to come here straight away," she ordered. Steve knocked and entered, he stood beside the seated Tara and waited for instructions. "What sort of sandals did you have in mind?" Kim asked her friend. "Steve will bring you a selection to try on." The beautiful red-head looked up at Steve. "Bring me a choice of white strappy flat sandals in size five if you will. I must say that cheek looks very sore." A trace of a smile appeared on her burgundy painted lips. Ten minutes later Steve returned carrying half a dozen or so boxes which he placed on the floor next to a footrest. Tara bent forward to remove a boot and was immediately interrupted by Kim. "Come on Steve, where are your manners? Help Tara off with her boots." A boot was stretched out towards him and Steve, grasping it by toe and heel, attempted to tug it off but it would not budge. "Hurry up Steve!" Urged Kim impatiently." He pulled even harder, but still without success. He could hear Kim sighing with annoyance and began to twist and tug at the same time. "Careful you fool, you`re hurting me," complained Tara. Kim finally lost patience, she leapt up from her seat and bent down to Steve`s upturned face. "You`ve already got an appointment with my belt tonight because of what Louise has told me, if you hurt my friend just one more time, you will really be in trouble," she warned chillingly. Tara`s face lit up in amazement. "Did I hear you right? Are you actually going to physically punish this lecherous bastard?" "Too true," replied her friend. I`ve already given him two dozen this week and tonight he`s earned the same again." "I can`t believe that he would submit to such treatment," said Tara in wonderment. "I would have loved to have seen his beating." "Oh yes, his training is coming along quite well," she said proudly. "Let me give you a demonstration." She directed her attention to Steve. "To apologise for hurting Miss Tara, you can clean her boots with your tongue." The distraught Steve was in despair, not only did he have another thrashing to face, but he now had to humiliate himself before this beautiful Goddess. He bent forward a few inches towards Tara`s feet. Tentatively the toe of her right boot was sretched towards him. As he slowly inched forward his pink tongue flicked out to touch the black rubber boot. Trying to ignore the gasps of amazement that were coming from above him, he began to run his tongue gently over the toe of the boot. "It`s a pity that they`re so clean," complained Kim. "Yes," agreed her friend. "I gave them a good cleaning this morning, although I wouldn`t had bothered if I had known." After about ten minutes Steve had finally finished the second boot from top to toe. Tara gave them a cursory inspection and told Steve to take them off. With much wriggling, pulling and twisting, the boot finally came free. The second boot, however, was even tighter than the first and, despite Kim`s urgings, it would not budge. Sensing the growing annoyance of the two young ladies, Steve pulled even harder and gave a sharp twist at the same time. Suddenly the boot finally came free, causing Steve to fall over backwards. "Arrgh! Oooh! You clumsy bastard, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to break my ankle?" Tara screamed looking at Kim for her reaction. She didn`t have to wait long. "Right, that`s it, don`t say that I didn`t warn you. You`ve just increased your punishment for tonight. I will treat you to respect my friends if it`s the last thing that I do!" Kim screeched. Prostrate on the ground, Steve looked up disbelievingly. He remembered what twenty four felt like earlier in the week, there was no way that he could take any more than that number. He turned to look at Tara and saw the self-satisfied smirk of the pretty young lady whose play-acting had just flung him into the depths of despair. "Boy, would I like watch that," hinted Tara. "No problem, just be at my house at eight o`clock and you can have a front row seat." Kim offered, glad of the chance of impressing her friend with her complete dominance over a member of the so-called superior sex. "I`ve got an even better idea. As it was you that he hurt, then it`s only fair that you should have the satisfaction of punishing him. I`m giving him two dozen, but it`s up to you to decide what you think he deserves." Tara`s face beamed with delight, she had never before considered doing anything like this, and as she now did so for the first time, the exciting idea really appealled to her. "Fine, I`ll look forward to that," she replied enthusiastically. Eventually the more mundane task of trying on sandals began and Tara chose two pairs. "I`m sorry Kim, I`ll have to dash, I`m due at the stables in ten minutes." Tara said as she wrote out the cheque for her purchases. "I`m really looking forward to tonight, I`ll be round just before eight." She looked down at the disconsolate Steve. "You will be there won`t you. You won`t disappoint me? I am so much looking forward to this." She gave him a huge smile in anticipation of the delights that were to come that night and then hurried off to her horses. As the door closed behind Tara, Kim picked up her phone and asked Samantha to join them. Seconds later she appeared and stood in front of the desk before Kim. "Steve tells me that you slapped his face, is that true?" Kim asked in a very serious tone. "Well not exactly Miss Pringle, it wasn`t really a slap, I didn`t use my hand." Kim seemed a little surprised. "Well what did you use, you`ve really bruised his face." She seemed a little annoyed. For the first time in a week, Steve experienced a little joy, sadistic Samantha was going to get her come-uppance. "Steve, would you go and fetch whatever it was that Samantha used on you, I think she needs to be taught a lesson." Kim informed him. He needed no second bidding, he almost ran out of the door and down to the stockroom to collect the tennis shoe that was still lying where Samantha had dropped it. As he re-entered the office he wondered if he would be able to stay to witness the punishment that Samantha was surely about to receive. He eagerly laid the tennis shoe down on the desk in front of Kim who picked it up to examine it. She experimentally brought the sole down hard on her desktop which caused both of her employees to jump. Moving round to the front of the desk, Kim stood before them, tennis shoe gripped tightly in her left hand. "Right how many times did you hit him?" She asked. "Four Miss Pringle," the girl mumbled in reply. Kim ran her fingers over the damaged flesh on Steve`s cheek, inspecting it carefully. "Right," she suddenly announced. I said I was going to teach you a lesson and so I am. "You`ve left his left cheek in a right mess, I presume that is because you`re right handed.The lesson I`m going to teach you is how to even things up. Fortunately, because I`m left handed that will be no problem." Steve froze inside, he couldn`t believe what he was hearing, he looked in disbelief, first at Kim and then at the now-beaming Samantha. "Samantha, would you be a dear and grab his hair to hold him in position for me?" Kim requested. "No trouble," replied the young girl, eagerly grabbing two handfuls of Steve`s hair. The nightmare began all over again for Steve as the gentle tap-tap-tapping of the sole upon his right cheek was quickly followed by a blur of pain that produced a tiny tear which ambled down his reddening cheek. The second blow felt as though it were from a plank of wood rather than from a lightweight sports shoe. His knees started to buckle andhe would have surely fallen to the floor had it not been for Samantha`s ever tightening grip. The third slap was accompanied by a tiny grunt from Kim as she put everything into her exertions. He was sobbing loudly by now and thought that he would lose conciousness at any moment. As he waited to drift away into this release, the final stroke whipped across his battered face. His hair was released and he immediately slumped to the floor. He vaguely heard Kim`s voice above him. "There you are Samantha, I hope you learned from that lesson. Always try to even things up, it makes for a lot more pleasing overall effect, don`t you think?" Samantha nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes Miss Pringle, I`ll try to remember that in future." Kim looked down heartlessly on the blubbering wreck on the floor. "Y ou had better take the rest of the day off," she said. "I don`t want you greeting our customers looking like that. Make sure you report to my house at eight o`clock sharp, I`ve a feeling it`s going to be a very memorable night for us all!" 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