Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix - Sex Stories

Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix

... thought he was going to fire me on the spot. That wouldn't be good because my uncle had made it clear that he would throw me out of the house if I screwed up my fast-food gig.

McGregor offered me an option. If I wanted to keep the job, I would have to accept a punishment from him, right on the spot. I said, "Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

He answered, "Nora, you are a very haughty young lady. You need to be taken down a few pegs" Then he smiled at me, which gave me a chill. "It's quite simple actually. I'm going to take down your trousers, put you over my knees, and give you a sound spanking on your bare rear end."

I immediately protested, "You can't do that. I'll protest to corporate about your lewd proposal."

He wasn't fazed. "I've spanked some bad girls here before, and one naughty guy too. Corporate has always backed me up. You're a minimum-wage employee. Who do you think they're going to believe, you or me?"

I let him know my true feelings. "You're a perverse little motherfucker, that's what I think. You don't have the right to do that to me."

He shrugged. "Refuse my discipline, and you're out of here now. Just bring your uniform back tomorrow."

I pondered his proposal. I had been hand-spanked before, and I thought I was tough enough to take whatever McGregor could dish out on my ass.It will be over fast, and then I probably can slip by until I can get a position somewhere else.

The Burger King uniforms back then were awful; brown and ...

... yellow made for a hideous combination. My hat was a shapeless brown blob, and I hated to wear it. I would try to work without it, but McGregor or somebody else would catch me and make me put it back on.

About the only worthwhile aspect of those clothes was that the girls' trousers were always tight around one's hips. I believed the company deliberately acquired smaller-size pants as a way to please the male customers, but of course, no one ever would admit to that. It was probably mentioned somewhere in the operating manual that all the managers had to possess.

My ass was not that big, but I enjoyed flinging my brown-covered butt around and seeing the reactions I got. I was getting lustful looks from customers as I served Whoppers and Whalers. It was especially effective when I had to bend down to get something out of a fridge or otherwise perform some activity at the back counter.

On that day in the office, I had to decide whether I was going to accept a spanking on said slim ass or lose my job immediately.

I decided to accept the punishment, but first I had to mess with McGregor a bit more to see if I could rattle him. In my coolest, most refined voice, I said, "Mister McGregor, I understand I need to be disciplined, but why don't you do in by the dining area, in front of the customers?"

He was a humorless sort, and he didn't yet understand that I was joshing with him. He said something like, "I can't believe you suggested that."

"Well, think of the sales ...