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The Sales Clerk

By: Explorer222



Tracey was the new sales clerk in the fanciest jewelry store in town. She was glamorous and sexy, and she had used her looks to get the job. In spite of her lack of experience, the owner, a middle-age man named Michael, could not resist giving her a chance in the position. He knew he would enjoy looking at her and teaching her.

For the first few weeks Tracey did OK. But because of the special attention she got from Michael and some of the male customers, she began to get arrogant. When female customers took too much of her time without buying anything, she would insult the customer with a comment like "let me know when you make up your mind", and then walk away.

One day the store's best customers, a Mrs. Hollyfield, came in and asked to see some diamond necklaces. Tracey did not know Mrs. Hollyfield and did not think that this woman was really going to buy one of the expensive necklaces, so she merely pointed to the display case and went to chat with a male customer who was on his way out of the store. Mrs. Hollyfield was incensed, and told another clerk that she wanted to see Michael immediately.

When the clerk picked up the phone to call Michael, who was in his office in the back of the store behind the stockroom, Mrs. Hollyfield told her to tell Michael that she wanted to see him in private in his office. The clerk obliged and Michael told her to escort Mrs. Hollyfield to his office.

Michael was aware that Mrs. Hollyfield spent so much money in his store that he doubted the business would survive without her. He was on his feet to greet her at the door.

"Why hello, Gwen," he said, "nice to see you."

Gwen walked into his office and closed the door behind her.

"You may not be so glad when I tell you what just happened", she exclaimed angrily. "Your new sales girl with the short skirt and the big boobs just insulted me. I came in here to buy a $5,000 necklace, and now I am going somewhere else!"

Michael was horrified. He could not afford to lose Gwen Hollyfield. 

"I will fire her on the spot" he stated firmly. "There is no excuse for offending you. No matter what."

"That's not good enough, Michael," she said. "The fact that you hired such a girl, obviously because of her sexy looks, tells me that you no longer deserve my business."

Michael knew that Gwen was an earthy woman with a strong interest in sex. Although middle-aged, she had a trim figure and was very attractive. He had flirted with her for years, and they often had commented on sexy young girls. Her comments about Tracey's looks gave him an idea on how to placate her.

"Now Gwen, maybe we can work together to salvage this situation. This new girl, Tracey, needs to be taught some manners. If you would help me do that, you could pay her back for her rudeness, and you would be doing both me and her a favor."

"What do you have in mind?" Gwen asked skeptically.

"I am a firm believer in corporal punishment for young people," he said.

Gwen was surprised, but intrigued. "You mean spanking her? Surely you cannot do that to a grown woman."

Michael saw the sparkle in Gwen's eyes, and he knew he had hit on the solution. He said simply, "Why not? She certainly deserves it. And it will either be that or out on the street for her."

Gwen was aware of her incipient excitement. She could picture Tracey's lush body bent over the desk with Michael spanking her bare ass. Who knew where such a scene could lead?

"What would you want me to do to help you?" she asked.

"Just be a witness at first. It will add immeasurably to her humiliation. Then, maybe you could help with the spanking. I would like to be looking into her face and talking to her about manners while she is feeling the sting of being punished."

Gwen smiled. "Well, OK Michael. But this better be good. I want that girl to pay for insulting me."

His eyes never leaving Gwen's, Michael picked up the phone and called the extension of his floor manager in the store. "Tell Tracey to come to my office immediately," he said. "And call in another girl. Tracey will not be returning to work this afternoon."

He smiled at Gwen. "Why don't you take a seat over there on the sofa while I have a little chat with Miss Tracey?"

The door opened and Tracey came in. She knew that Mrs. Hollyfield had come to see Michael to complain about her, and she knew she was in trouble. Still she thought that her sex appeal with Michael would get her through, and glancing at Gwen, she walked boldly up to his desk.

Michael was stern. "Tracey, I want you to turn around and go back and lock the door. We are going to have a serious talk, and I don't want us to be disturbed."

Tracey shrugged and whirled around defiantly. As she walked back to the door, she made sure her ass swayed in a provocative way. There was a large throw-bolt on the door, and Tracey slid it into place.

"Now come back here and stand in front of my desk," Michael ordered.

Wondering what was going to happen next, Tracey returned and stood before him. She was dressed in a short, tight black skirt, which clung to the perfectly-shaped, round ass that protruded from her body like the largest knuckle on the hand of a big man. Her ample breasts were covered with a white knit blouse that fit almost as tightly as the skirt. It had buttons down the front, the top four of which were open exposing her tanned neck and shoulders down to the top of her deep cleavage. An expensive gold necklace diverted some attention from the full, pointed breasts. Her long slender legs were covered with shear stockings, and her three-inch heels kept her body thrust forward. Looking at her, Michael felt a surge of sexual desire and determination to work this situation to gain control over her.

"You have insulted the store's best customer," he began. "You could have made a $5,000 sale and earned a good commission, but instead you are about to cost me the loss of a customer who buys more jewelry every month than our other customers buy in ten years! I don't see how I can keep you. And with the bad reference you will get from me, you will never get another job in this town."

Tracey's mood changed abruptly from being confident and defiant to being very concerned. Michael's manner and his words had surprised her. Also, she had thought that Mrs. Hollyfield was just another complaining customer. Now she realized that the angry Mrs. Hollyfield was much more important to her boss than her having her around to flirt with. Tracey was deeply in debt and could not afford to be without a job.

She lowered her eyes. "I am sorry Michael. It won't happen again." And then turning to Gwen, she added: "I apologize to you, too, Mrs. Hollyfield. I should have been more helpful."

"Being sorry is not enough, Tracey", Michael said decisively. "If you want another chance, you will have to pay for your arrogance by submitting to a stern punishment."

Tracey's eyes widened. "What do you mean, punishment? I can't stand being suspended. My rent is due, and I need my salary."

Michael shook his head. "The punishment will not be suspension, Tracey. It will be physical, and it will be right here, right now. In front of Mrs. Hollyfield, who deserves to see you paying for your behavior."

"You mean a spanking?" Tracey cried incredulously.

Michael and Gwen just looked at her and smiled. Gwen let her eyes travel up and down Tracey's body, letting her know that she appreciated her fabulous figure, and was going to enjoy seeing it punished.

Michael finally answered her. "It will be whatever we deem appropriate. You can choose to leave right now, or you can stay and take what's coming to you. What is it going to be?"

A hundred thoughts raced through Tracey's pretty head. She couldn't imagine what she would do if she walked out with no job and no money. Also, she felt a surge of sexual excitement at the idea of being forced to submit to these two attractive people. Men had always been very solicitous of her, and she recognized a need to be dominated. On top of all this, she was very curious about what would happen. The only thing that held her back was her aversion to pain. 

"Are you really going to hurt me?" she pouted.

"We will do what we want," said Michael. "You must pay a price for what you did. But we would not do anything that would harm you permanently."

These words helped relieve her anxiety, and she let herself go where her emotions were leading her. "I guess I don't have much choice," she whispered.

Michael opened a drawer on the side of his desk. "Lean forward and give me your hands," he ordered, as he removed something from the drawer.

The desktop was bare, and Tracey bent over it as she extended her hands toward Michael. Gwen shifted her position on the couch to get a better view. Tracey's profile was very provocative with her ass in the air and her large breasts hanging almost to the surface of the desk.

Michael laid two short soft leather straps on the desktop. Each one contained a metal ring and was padded on the inside. Pieces of Velcro were attached to the ends . They were fancy wrist cuffs, and he took his time wrapping them around each wrist and securing them with the Velcro. He then reached into the drawer again and removed a short, leather leash with a clip on one end, and a loop handle on the other. The clip was quickly attached to the rings on the wrist cuffs, effectively tying her wrists together.

"Now lie down across the desk, Tracey," Michael commanded as he pulled on the leash to extend her arms over the edge and toward his chest. As she collapsed on the desk, he lowered the leash and pulled her arms toward the floor. Then with a quick wrap around the desk leg, he tied the leash so she was pinned down on the desk. Her feet were barely touching the floor on the other side, and her ass was raised in a most vulnerable position.

"It appears you have done this before," commented Gwen.

Smiling at Gwen, Michael got up from his chair and walked around the desk. He laid his hand on Tracey's ass and gave it a hard squeeze.

"Ouch!" she complained, squirming under his hand. But he merely shifted his palm to the other cheek and squeezed her again.

"This skirt is going to get in the way of your proper spanking," he said. "I am going to have to get it out of the way."

With that he began to pull the short skirt up over the hump of her ass, letting his finger tips drag across her panty covered flesh as he did so. Gwen stood up and walked over for a closer look.

"Here, let me help you," Gwen offered. With no hesitation she grabbed the sides of the skirt and jerked so that the entire skirt ended up in a bunch at Tracey's waist. They both then stepped back to admire the scene before them. Tracey's bikini panties were a sheer black, as was the thin garter belt that held up her stockings. Her perfect ass was framed by the black straps and seemed to be shimmering under the thin covering as she squirmed in the humiliation of being so helplessly displayed to them.

"What are you going to spank her with?" asked Gwen, her eyes gleaming.

"Oh I think a variety of things," answered Michael, as he returned to his desk chair and the open drawer. Tracey lifted her head and watched as Michael's hand came up with a long-handled hair brush. "I think we'll start with the traditional spanker for naughty girls."

"No, not that!" cried Tracey. "You said you weren't going to hurt me." 

"I said no permanent damage," replied Michael. He walked deliberately around the desk and took up a position beside Tracey's exposed ass, which was already moving from side to side, as if to ward off the coming blows.

"Give it to her good," implored Gwen, obviously excited by the prospect.

Michael tapped the back of the big wooden brush on her ass to get the range, and then raised it several feet before bringing it down sharply on her fleshy cheeks. A loud whap echoed around the room.

Tracey's body seemed to bounce on the top of the desk, and she let out a long wail. But Michael was ready with a series of slaps as hard as the first one. Only after he had spanked her five times did he pause to assess the effect.

Between sobs, Tracey begged him to stop. "No more, please!" she cried. "That stings so much...I can't stand it!"

"What a little cry-baby," said Gwen. "You're not going to let her get away with that, are you Michael?"

"No way," confirmed Michael. "But let's try something different." This time he returned from the desk drawer with a split leather strap, about 18 inches long, with dual two inch ribbons of soft leather.

"This little whip works best on bare skin," he explained. "Help me relieve Miss Tracey of her panties."

"My pleasure," said Gwen, and from the look on her face, he knew she meant it. They each took a side, and despite Tracey's wails of protest, they pulled her panties down and off of her feet. Michael then couldn't resist running his fingers over the skin of her bare ass, lingering on the red blotches that had been left by the hairbrush. For her part, Gwen pinched the firm flesh of her thighs and made her jump around in a way that made Michael's already hard cock push further out in his pants.

"It looks like you are enjoying this my friend," said Gwen looking at the bulge in his pants. And then she reached out and felt him with the tips of her fingers. "But you have a job to do here," she reminded him playfully.

Michael smiled and trailed his little whip across Tracey's bare ass. Then with a quick motion he flicked it up and slashed it down across both cheeks. The leather made an erotic sound as it slapped against her flesh, and Tracey let out an accompanying shriek.

"The hairbrush has prepared her nicely," said Michael. "I think ten good swaps with this strap will bring her to the point we want her."

Taking his time, Michael counted the swings as he applied the strap to Tracey's wiggling ass. She was crying now, and she struggled against the leash that held her pinned to the desk. But no matter which way she kicked or moved her feet, her ass was an easy target and the whip never missed its target. After ten good slaps, Michael stopped and handed the strap to Gwen.

"Your turn," he said, and he boldly reached out and fondled Gwen's breast through her tight fitting suit coat.

Gwen's eyes smoldered with excitement as she too took the lash, and she pushed her breast into Michael's hand, letting him know that she wanted more.

"I think I will apply this in a more tender spot," she announced. "Would you help me by pulling her legs apart just a little?"

"Oh no!" shrieked Tracey. But Michael simply kneeled down, and grabbing one shapely ankle, he pulled her leg to the side. Gwen then took the leather strap and began flicking it up so that the tip just licked against her pussy. Tracey's response was to wail and twist her body to try to avoid the sting. But with her arms pinned down and Michael holding her leg out an angle, she was helpless and exposed to Gwen's teasing attack.

"Look at that moisture," exclaimed Michael, "I think she is liking this."

"Why don't you check to see?" offered Gwen, and she let the whip dangle on the floor in position to come up again on target if she wished. Michael was already kneeling and close to Tracey's spread legs, so he merely continued to spread her by holding her ankle with one hand, while with the other he began to lightly feel around her pussy lips.

"No question," he reported. "She is wet and hot."

"Move your hand so I can heat her up a little more," ordered Gwen.

Michael smiled and moved to the side, pulling Tracey's leg to open her wider for Gwen, who wasted no time in bringing the little whip up smartly against the wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhh," wailed Tracey. "Please no more!"

"Let me see now," said Gwen, and she placed her fingertips against Tracey's highly stimulated pussy lips. Slowly she ran her fingers over the wet flesh, teasing and testing her reaction. Tracey could not keep her hips from pushing back against Gwen's hand.

"I think this part of her is done for now," Gwen announced, "but I want to punish those saucy tits of hers."

"Yes, I was thinking the same thing," said Michael. "Let me get her into the proper position. I think that thick column will hold her nicely."

The column was a plaster-covered round post about a foot in diameter. Michael loosened the leash holding Tracey to the desk, and with Gwen's help, maneuvered her over to the column. Then he unclipped the hook holding her wrists together and pulled her arms behind her around the column. Reattaching the clip effectively tied her with her back to the column.

"There, not a bad position, but I don't want her to be able to slump forward and protect those delicious tits from whatever we might want to do to them," Michael said. Going back to his desk drawer, he retrieved another strap and returned to the column. He wrapped one end of the strap around one of Tracey's upper arms, and then passed the strap around the column and attached it to her other arm, pulling her back tight against the column in the process. Now she was held in an upright position, and by having her shoulders pulled back her breasts were thrust forward and pointed upward at a saucy angle.

Gwen's eyes were smoldering. "I like it," she said. "It looks like her tits are going to break through that tight blouse."

"Let's give them a little help," said Michael, and he began to unbutton the blouse. Tracey, who was already turned on, only moaned and moved her ass against the column. Her nipples were hard and wanting to be touched.

The blouse came open easily and Michael slid it down her back over her bound arms. Her tits seemed to be overflowing the bra and straining to be free. Gwen cupped her hand under one breast and lifted it slightly.

"Very nice, uh Michael," she said. "I have to admit this is one sexy sales girl. Feel how hard this nipple is." Gently she rubbed her finger tip on Tracey's nipple through the bra. "Ohh", moaned the helpless sales clerk. "I can't stand much more of this."

"You will stand a lot more," said Michael forcefully. "Now it's my turn to see how these little melons feel."

Michael used both hands to cup and squeeze the fruit that was held in position for his inspection. He rubbed her engorged nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and pulled them out from her body. Then he pinched them hard.

"Ahhhh, ohhhh", cried Tracey, but Michael's response was to close his hands and squeeze both tits until the flesh emerged from the bottom of her bra. Tracey's head shook from side to side and her hips began a slow rotation.

"Very good, Michael", said Gwen, "I think you are really getting to her. Let's get that bra off now so I can continue my tender punishment."

Michael stepped back and Gwen took over the task of removing the tight fitting bra. The clasp was in the back, and she had to put her body up against Tracey's to reach behind and undo it. She felt the heat of Tracey's skin and her lovely hour-glass shape. When she lingered in that position, Michael knew that Gwen was enjoying the feel of their bodies together, and he increased the sensation by putting his hand on the lower portion of her back and gently pushing her into Tracey.

"Ummm," sighed Gwen, "it may take me sometime to undo this clasp."

Michael took that as an invitation to continue using Tracey's body to stimulate Gwen, and he put his other hand on Gwen's ass and pushed her hips hard against Tracey. At the same time he squeezed her ass and let his hand feel around it. Now it was Gwen's hips that began a slow rotation.

"Oh Michael, you are working me into quite a state. But we have to finish our chastisement of this naughty girl." With that, Gwen pulled back and revealed that Tracey's bra was hanging loosely over her firm tits.

"We are going to have to cut that bra if we are going to get it off without untying her," observed Michael.


The Sales Clerk Ch. 02



After her punishment, Tracey had been sent back to work in the store. It was mid afternoon, and she would have to work for a few hours before reporting to Michael to see what more he had in mind for her. In the meantime, Michael's best customer, Gwen, who had participated in Tracey's punishment, was still in Michael's office and in no condition to go out in public.

"Please follow me, Gwen," said Michael as he walked over to a side door leading to a flight of stairs. He kept a small apartment over his store, and he often stayed there while in town working late. Over the years he had gotten his wife used to the fact that he would not always be coming home every night to their large house in the suburbs. She was naturally suspicious, but given her nice live style and her own freedom, she did not complain. In fact if she were really honest with herself, she would have to admit that fantasizing about her husband's absences was a bit of a turn on. She herself had spent some pleasurable nights in that apartment.

Gwen was still in a high state of arousal and very aware of her open blouse as she followed Michael up the stairs. He had shown her how he could take charge of a woman, and she was excited by the prospect that she might be next. Too many of her men friends were either cowed by her personality or solicitous of her money.

He unlocked the door at the top of the stairs and led her into a small, but luxurious apartment. The living area had several long, comfortable looking couches, both facing an entertainment center with the largest screen she had ever seen outside of a theater. On one side was a picture window overlooking the city. Across the room was a high counter separating the living room from a small kitchen. The counter was covered with expensive looking leather that made it look more like an elevated bench. A hallway beside the kitchen led to what must be a bedroom, or bedrooms, in the back. Modern paintings decorated every wall, and the entire area was covered with a thick, cream-colored carpet.

Gwen was impressed. "I see that the jewelry business is good," she observed. "I feel overly exposed in such elegant surroundings." Smiling at him coyly, she began to rebutton her open blouse.

"Stop," commanded Michael. "If you button one more button, I will spank you, and much harder than I did Tracey." Michael's tone was very firm, and his eyes held hers. He did not smile. After observing her reaction to Tracey's submission, he knew instinctively that she would be aroused by firm treatment, and he meant to give it to her. The thought of having this attractive, wealthy woman under his control was making him very hard. Surprised that he was no longer the gracious merchant, Gwen felt a little apprehension, but also a rush of excitement, and she dropped her arms to her side. She knew she had already gone too far with this man to pretend.

"Yes sir," she said softly.

Without taking his eyes off of hers, Michael walked over to her and looked down into her upturned face. Slowly he raised his hands and placed them on the bare skin of her sides. From there it was a short distance to the underside of her bra-covered breasts, and he moved over the space with agonizing slowness. When his hands finally closed over her swollen breasts, she leaned back and sucked in her breath.

"Now Gwen, my dear, you must realize that you are in my power," said Michael evenly as he lightly massaged her breasts. "You have abused my sales clerk, who will if instructed by me gladly tell others what happened. It would make a wonderfully titillating story in the local tabloid. But I think your social position would suffer a mortal blow. So now you will just have to let your sexuality take its course and trust that I will keep your secret. Do you understand? "

Michael's threat made her weak in the stomach. Now combined with her sexual excitement was the fear that she had let herself be manipulated by this man into a position of real vulnerability. Her money and social position had always given her power, and she couldn't imagine living without them. Somehow she had to regain her control in this situation. "Now Michael," she said, "it seems to me that we are both in the same position visa vie Miss Tracey. Your jewelry business and your marriage would suffer just as much from a tabloid article."

"Ah, that's where you are wrong," said Michael with a small laugh. "I would advertise a big sale and put Tracey on the cash register and business would boom. And as for my marriage, my wife would probably be turned on by visualizing what happened. Of course she would act like the wronged woman, and her friends would sympathize, and I would have to take her on an expensive vacation, but all would be well. Our marriage has been through a lot worse. "

"Oh, what have I gotten into," cried Gwen, as Michael continued to massage her breasts.

At that point Michael knew he had her. He was constantly amazed at how many women secretly wanted to be forced to submit sexually. Not all of them, of course, but he could usually sense which ones were the best prospects, and he knew how to exploit them for his own pleasure. He had been right about Tracey, and now he would see just how far he could go with Gwen.

"Don't worry, my dear. As long as you obey me, I will be discreet. And I know you will enjoy it". With that, he took her erect nipples between his fingers and thumbs and pinched her through her bra.

"Ummmm," moaned Gwen. "I guess I don't have any choice. "

"Correct. Now come over here." Michael took her hand and led her over to the counter in front of the kitchen. "Sit on that stool and keep your hands in your lap."

Gwen sat on the padded stool and folded her hands in her lap. Michael smiled at her and rotated the stool until she faced counter with her legs under it. Then he went around to the kitchen side and sat on a stool facing her.

"You will see that you are sitting on a special stool, " explained Michael." By moving this lever, I can raise it or lower it to just the right height for my purposes."

He moved a lever under the counter and the stool went slowly down. He had pushed her in against the counter so that as the stool was lowered, her bra-covered breasts gradually rested on the leather counter top. When he saw her breasts reach the counter, he stopped the motion, and then lowered the stool a little more so that her large tits rested on the top of the counter. Her blouse still hung open, and as her tits were pushed up by the counter, it fell to the sides, leaving her breasts pushing up and out like melons in a basket.

"You see, with my special stool and soft counter top, your bra is no longer needed," Michael said with a smile.

With the index finger of his right hand Michael began to tease the flesh around her cleavage and probe down under bra, while with his other hand he lifted her chin so that her lips were level with his. Leaning forward slightly he licked his tongue over her lips and pushed his finger deeper into her cleavage. Then he kissed her and began working her mouth open with his tongue. . Gwen moved forward to meet him, and felt her breasts pushed up by the soft counter against his hand. She was getting more and more excited by the way this man was manipulating her mind and body.

He pulled back from her lips and locked his eyes onto hers as he reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. The pressure from her breasts in their unnatural position caused the bra to almost jump off of her mounds as the clasp was released. Only the straps over her shoulders held the material over her chest. Michael, still looking into her eyes, reached under the counter and came up with a pair of scissors. With agonizing slowness, he cut the shoulder straps and pulled the bra completely away from her body. Now her bare breasts were laid out on the leather counter before him.

"Oh my," she breathed, "that feels so good, and so sexy. "

"Yes," he smiled, "nice big breasts like yours need to be held up and displayed properly. But I am not finished yet."

Moving behind her, Michael reached around her body and began pulling a leather strap that was installed on a roller hidden under the counter top. He quickly drew the strap around her back and put the end through a bracket attached to the side of the counter. When he pulled on the free end, the strap closed around her back and pulled her up against the counter, with the bracket automatically locking the strap in place in the middle of her back. She was effectively tied to the counter.

"Oh Michael," she exclaimed, " I couldn't move if I wanted to." Then, turning her head to look at him, she added, "not that I want to."

"Only one more thing," he said with a slightly evil grin, "you must have your hands secured as well."

In her bound position she was helpless to resist as he grasped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her. Taking a wide silk ribbon from his pocket, he quickly wrapped it around and between her wrists, and then tied the end together.

"Now I am ready to begin enjoying you, my dear," he said as he walked back to the other side of the counter, facing her. "You do realize that I can do what I want to these delicious-looking fruits?"

The expression in his eyes made Gwen apprehensive for the first time since she had come into his office a few hours before. Now she was truly helpless, and he seemed to hardening in his attitude toward her. No longer were they partners in playing a sexual game. He had taken charge, and she didn't know where it was going to lead. On the other hand, it was terribly exciting. The sexual desire and tension she was feeling was incredible.

He began by pulling up a stool and sitting opposite her. Her large breasts lay before him, with the lower flesh compressed and the extended nipples resting just on top of the leather surface. Gently he ran his finger tips over the top surfaces, probing lightly to test the firmness.

"Ah....," she sighed, "if you only knew how sensitive they are."

"I will soon find out," he said, "but I think your nipples are probably the most sensitive part."

With that he put his index finger on top of one of her stiff nipples and began rolling it back and forth on the leather surface, alternating light and firm pressure. He could feel the nipple swell and harden under his finger.

"Oh my god," she gasped, and began to twist her hips from side to side on the stool.

"So you like this, do you?"

"Ohhhh yess," she said. "I feel so wonderfully helpless. You can do anything you want to my body."

"Now you know how Tracey felt, and why she got so hot. Did you enjoy playing with her?"

Michael continued to tease her nipples and make it hard for her to think about anything but the sensations she was feeling, but when he mentioned Tracey an additional wave of lust washed over her.

"I loved the way her body looked when she squirmed as we spanked her. I want to get my hands on that perfect, hour-glass figure again. I want to make her beg for it."

Michael pressed his fingers down on her nipples until they almost disappeared into the leather pad covering the counter. The delicious pain made her head snap backward as she gasped.

"Maybe I will give her to you again," he said. "But first you are going to do some things for me."

With that, he stepped back from the counter and began to remove his shoes. She watched spellbound as his pants and shorts followed and his lower body was left naked except for his long shirt tail hanging over a huge bulge.

"My god, you look enormous," she said. "I wish I could explore you, but you have me in a position where I can't move."

"You will soon see how much you can do from that position," he said, and he raised his shirt tail so that she could see just how long and hard he was. "Lick you lips," he commanded. "I love your big, sexy mouth."

Gwen smiled and sensuously extended her tongue, slowly wetting her lips and noting the way his cock seemed to be twitching.

Michael reached behind a cabinet and pulled out a folding kitchen stool. He positioned it against his side of the counter so that he could climb up onto the counter and sit facing her. He eased himself into position with his legs spread and hanging down on either side of her, and her tits and head between his thighs. The cool leather felt good on his bare ass, and he slid forward until his balls were up against her tits and his cock was pushing against her neck.

"Whoa," she exclaimed. "You really know how to use this counter. I suspect you have done this before."

"A few times, yes," he said. "Even my wife has been in the position you are in now. She quite liked it. Now wiggle your lovely tits against by cock and balls."

Michael grabbed a handful of Gwen's hair and directed the motions of her upper body to pleasure himself. Several times he pushed her head down so that her mouth was against the top of his cock, but he pulled her back up before she could take him in her mouth.

"I love that look of pure lust in your eyes, my dear," he said. "Do you want to suck me?"

"Yessss," was her excited reply. She could feel her hard nipples scrapping against the under side of his balls.

"Ask nicely."

"Please, can I suck you your cock?"

"Not good enough. You will refer to me as sir, and you will humble yourself completely to get what you crave."

"Please, sir, can I take you in my mouth? I want to taste you, lick you, suck you. I will be your sex slave and do whatever you want."

"Getting better, my dear." Michael took his cock in his hand and slapped it back and forth across her face. "Try to grab the end with your mouth."

Gwen was quick as a frog snapping up a fly as she captured the swollen head between her lips.

"Ahhh," came from Michael, and he pushed himself further into her. "Now lick and suck while I message myself with these firm tits of yours."

Lifting her breasts off the counter, he pushed them against the side of this cock and her face as she leaned down to swallow him. With his thumbs he rubbed her hardened nipples to keep her stimulated.

When she came up to take a breath, he pinched her nipples hard. "Don't you stop until I give you permission. Now take it clear to back of your throat."

"But I've never done that before. I'll gag."

"Of course you will. Now do it!"

His hand in her hair and his finger and thumb on her left nipple left her no choice. She lowered her mouth on him until she felt the head of his cock closing off her throat. He held her in that position until her body began to shake from lack of air, and then he drew back.

"Agghh," she gasped. He let her take two deep breaths and then plunged into her mouth again. This time she knew what to expect and trusted that he would not choke her. In her aroused state she was able to relax her throat and give herself to his will. He sensed her surrender and let her breath again.

"Very good, Gwen, you have now been trained to suck properly. It is time to explore some other avenues."

Michael climbed down from the counter and went around to the other side. Gwen made a delightful picture sitting on the edge of the stool, tied to the side of the counter. Her dress had ridden up well above her knees.

"The great thing about my special stool is that once you are strapped to the counter, you no longer need the stool to sit on. I can take the stool away and substitute this little platform for you to stand on as you are bent over the counter."

Gwen soon found out what he meant. When the stool was removed, she had to support herself on her feet, and it was awkward until Michael put the little platform in place for her to stand on. At that point she was able to bend forward and rest her chest on the soft counter. Of course, the result was that her ass was up in the air and completely vulnerable.

"Oh my," said Gwen as she realized the profile she was presenting.

"There, that positions you pretty well. However, there is one little improvement I want to make."

Michael went down on one knee and ran his hands up the outsides of Gwen's thighs until he reached the elastic on the top of her panties. Then with a jerk he pulled down on her panties, pulling her stockings and everything else down to her ankles.

"There, that's better," he said. "If you will just lift your feet one at a time, I can dispose of these obstructions."

"My god, I'm totally bare," she exclaimed, and lifted her right leg.

"Not so, my dear," he said. "I am leaving your dress to cover you. Of course, anytime I want I can lift the dress. Like this, for instance."

Michael pulled the dress up over her ass and laid it on her back. Then he gave her bare ass a hard slap.

"Ouch, that really hurt," she cried.

"That's just a little sample. Now I want your legs spread a little, so I am going to give you a second little stool to stand on."

From out of nowhere appeared another little platform. He placed it about two feet from the first one, and then repositioning her feet so that one was resting on each platform. The net effect was to spread her legs, making her all the more vulnerable.

"Ohhhh my," was Gwen's response.

"Now you will be able to experience exactly what poor Tracey did when her ass and pussy were examined and spanked. I think it is only fair, don't you?"

"Michael, please don't hurt me. You can do what you want with me, but I don't like pain."

"We'll see about that," he said smiling. Michael stood to the side of the counter admiring the profile of the woman laid out before him. With her hands tied behind her, her bare breasts were thrust forward scrapping across the leather on the counter. As she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her ass slowly twitched from side to side. 

"Such a picture you make. In fact, I am going to make a video of your ordeal so you will be able to see your own reaction. And as I am sure you will not want me to put this video on the internet, you will continue to obey me."

It took only a minute for Michael to retrieve the camera and tripod from a closet and aim it at the scene. Then from the same closet he took a thin bamboo cane and sliced it through the air.

"NOOO, not that," wailed Gwen, and she began struggling to free herself from the strap that held her to the counter.

"Stop that," he commanded. "The more you fight it, the more you get. You are going to feel just enough so that you will know to do what I say without question in order to avoid getting more of this little stinger."

He touched the side of the cane to her bare ass and then gave her two quick flicks.

"Ohhhhh, ahhh, that's enough. I'll obey you. Please no more."

His response was another pair of sharp swats with the cane. Red stripes began to form on her skin. Another two hits, and she began to cry. Satisfied that he had made his point, Michael put down the cane and bent over to examine her. Her ass was swinging from side to side, and he could see the wetness between her legs. He put his finger gently on her pussy and began to tease her.

"There, there," he said. "Now that you know the consequences of resistance, I can make you feel better. A little of this lotion will turn pain into pleasure."

He spread the soothing liquid on her ass and the backs of her thighs. His fingers seemed to be everywhere, occasionally dipping between her legs.

Gwen was no longer sobbing. "Oh, Michael, that feels so good."

"How about this?"

His fingers now concentrated the lotion in the crack of her ass and down between her legs onto her pussy. He could feel her clit rising to meet him. She was aware that the pain had been abruptly reversed and turned into exquisite pleasure.

"Don't stop, please don't stop."

Michael had no intention of stopping. He wanted to give her a quick, powerful orgasm to bind her to him. And he was anxious to take his own pleasure from her body.




The Sales Clerk Ch. 02



Kneeling down behind her, he used his tongue and his fingers to stimulate her to the point of no return.

"Oh god, oh yes, oh my, yes, yes, my god, ahhhhhhhh," she screamed as her climax took hold.

Then, while she was still tingling, she felt his cock enter her from behind. Because of her position, his penetration went deep into her. She pushed her ass back against him and felt a second orgasm start to build.

"Squeeze me, bitch," he ordered, and she was quick to comply. His domination of her was complete; she would do whatever he wanted. The thought triggered her orgasm.

"Oh god, I'm commming again," she wailed.

This was too much for Michael to hold back any longer, and he erupted into her. Repeatedly he thrust himself against her, enjoying each gradually reduced sensation. Finally he pulled back and lowered her dress to cover her.

"Not bad, Mrs. Hollyfield. What do you have to say?"

"Thank you, sir," was her reply. She had learned well.

A moment later there was a knock at the door, and they heard Tracey's voice. The naughty sales clerk was reporting as ordered.

"Hello in there. The store is closed. Is this where I am supposed to be?"