CHAPTER 3                              DOING IT CANDY'S WAY
THE STORE MANAGER'S OFFICE              By Master Blaster
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It is almost exactly a month after your first night of training
when I say, "Your training will continue tomorrow." Your heart
jumps and immediately you break into a sweat.  In nothing flat,
your pussy has already started to drip.  "Here are your instruc-
tions.", I say.  I tell you to go to one of the larger downtown
department stores at noon the following day.  I give you the name
of the man who is the general manager and tell you to report to
him.  Sleeping that night is almost impossible.  You keep think-
ing of your last encounter and the anticipation of what is to
come is unbearable.  You take great care dressing the next morn-
ing.  On the subway going downtown, you are acutely aware of the
draft going up your skirt directly to your uncovered pussy and
you are convinced that someone can see through your blouse to
your naked breasts.  Precisely at noon, you announce yourself to
the secretary of the man.  She tells you to follow her.  You are
led into the plush office of the general manager.  A severe and
handsome man approximately 40 years old is behind the desk.  The
secretary leads you to a spot about ten feet before the desk.  
The manager looks at you and says, "Lift your skirt."  Your face
turns beet red as you reach down to pull the skirt up to your
waist.  Both the manager and the secretary stare at your brown
curls for a moment. "Remove all of your clothes.", says the gen-
eral manager. "Here!?", you squeak.  Anyone could come in at any
time and you are very nervous.  "Here", says the man.  With
trembling hands you undo the buttons on your blouse and let it
fall to the floor. The skirt soon follows.  The secretary brings
over six leather straps that are all too familiar and attaches
them to your wrists, ankles and thighs.  The general manager
reaches into his desk and pulls out a small leather paddle.  He
hands it to the secretary and says, "Make sure that her bottom is
warm to the touch when you are finished."  He then leaves the
room.  The secretary attaches your wrist straps together and
pulls you over her knee on a chair in the middle of the room.  
For the next few minutes, the leather paddle falls on your bottom
leaving it red and hot.  When she is done, she has you stand in
the corner of the room, facing it.  You feel just like a little
girl.  Your red bottom is on display for anyone interested in
looking.  Over the next five minutes or so, you hear the door
opening and closing and people who can obviously see you coming
in and out.  You are sure that your face is at least as red as
your bottom when the general manager finally instructs you to
approach his desk.  You are placed on your back on him desk and
your wrists, ankles and thighs are attached to ropes so that you
are completely exposed. The man touches your breasts first.  He
gently caresses them and alternately pinches them.  You watch and
feel him pull the nipple so the breast is pulled up and then let
go.  The breast falls back against your body and you moan.  After
a moment or two, your nipples are rock-hard.  The man reaches
down and quickly attaches nipple clips to your breasts.  You gasp
and begin moving your hips.  The man walks around in front of
your pussy and says, "Do you like the feeling of your nipples
being pinched?"  "Yes," you gasp, "It makes me hot."  The man
spreads the lips of your pussy apart to verify that this is so.
"Perhaps," she says, "we shall one day pierce those big nipples
of yours with a gold ring."  You close your eyes at the thought
of your nipples being pierced.  You imagine at once the pain of
the piercing and the constant stimulation of your breasts.  You
feel the fingers of the man at your pussy again.  You open your
eyes and she has a small pair of scissors and is quickly cutting
away your pubic hair.  "Please don't.", you say.  The man's eyes
look like steel.  "If you speak again", she says, "you will be
severely punished."  You close your eyes, shamed that another man
will soon see you as you were when you were ten years old. In
fact, over the next few minutes as the last of your pubic hair is
shaved off, you feel like a little girl whose body is subject to
adult supervision and control.  You open your eyes again as the
procedure finishes.  All of your pubic hair has been removed.
What the man can see now is the puffed out lips of your pussy and
the full length of your slit.  He takes some baby oil and slowly
begins to massage it into your pussy.  The heat of your pussy and
him hand has you moaning and squirming on the table. Reaching
down, the man grasps the lips of your pussy and stretches them
wide apart.  You are completely exposed to him. He then touches
the tip of your clitoris with the tip of his tongue.  It is too
much.  You start to come, moaning and bucking your hips into him
face.  A moment later you are detached and, after dressing, sent
on your way.  As you leave him office, you feel the eyes of the
other office workers on you and you are sure that they know what
has been done to you.  You are grateful when the doors to the
elevator firmly close behind you and you know that the second
phase of your training is over.