Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix - Sex Stories

Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix

... potential. You can put up a sign in front of the store that says, perhaps, 'A wayward young female employee will be spanked on her bare backside tomorrow inside this location. All are welcome to watch her thoroughly thrashed by the branch manager.' Think of all the people who will come in to witness that, and then think of all the food they will buy before, during, and after the event."

I could tell by his expression that MacGregor was finally getting my joke. Before he could respond, I had to pile it on a bit. "I am also willing to have my corner time by bending over the back counter and showing my glowing red bottom for all to see. I'll wear a sign around me that says, perhaps, 'This is a very bad employee, and she has been spanked because of her extremely poor performance.' "

I smiled at him, "I insist it's at the back so no wiseguys think they can cop a feel from me or even supply a few of their own whacks."

He was visibly tired of my patter. As I sat there grinning, he finally said, "Obviously, Nora, your attempt at humor is rather thin. Just stand up and come over here so I can unbuckle your trousers."

"I'm perfectly capable of taking down my own pants."

"Well, I can also do that for you, and I will."

As I stood up, my thinking changed and I felt a sudden weakness in my legs. At that moment, I realized that the ass-whupping I was rambling on about was going to be very real, and it was going to be inflicted on my own tender hindquarters. McGregor had my ...

... pants down in about two seconds.

He said, "Nice panties." I was wearing one of the usual thongs I preferred for my fast food duties. Thongs under my uniform made me feel sexy, not like a mere fast food drone. McGregor lowered those in a flash too.

He was smiling now. "I can tell by your look that you are a bit less confident now, aren't you Nora?"

I nervously licked my lips as I felt the air-conditioned air on my body; my pubic hair was exposed right in front of his face. I tried to come up with a wisecrack, but I had run out of those.

"Okay, over you go." He grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap.

I had already lost my nerve for that spanking. I begged for forgiveness. "Please give me a break; I'll be a good employee from now on."

"It's a little late for that now, isn't it?" He pushed the front of my body down so I had to rest my hands on the floor. "Give me your glasses so that they don't go flying off your head. I wouldn't want to be responsible for having to buy you a new pair."

Then he took one last look to assess my body. My trousers and thong were down below my knees. "It is so satisfying to punish a bad fast-food girl when she is in her uniform."

Anger came out of my mouth. "McGregor, you are a sick little sadist as well as an asshole. I believe that you are going to enjoy this. And what the hell is the safe word?" I knew about those from my days working on the other end of such proceedings.

"All right, the safe phase is, 'please fire me ...