I thought I had kept things under wraps. I even had myself convinced that I took the job at the tack shop because I needed money. It's true, I did, but the truth is I had to hide a hard on every time I had to stock the riding crops. My boss, Jenny, was decent as bosses go. She was always friendly, and kept the discussions to work stuff. A nice arm's length, pleasant sort or workplace friendliness that made the day more tolerable.
The worst, or was it the best, were the days she'd leave to go riding, and leave me to close up on my own. When the shop was empty, I'd slip into the back room with a riding crop and use it on my thighs. Most of the time I'd not even take my jeans off, far too risky, though if I was sure I'd have enough alone time, down they'd go and I'd watch as the welts went red and raised.
It wasn't what I wanted, but it was a start. Some days I'd fondle the marks I'd left with one hand while I jerked off with the other. But I kept it hidden, even as I knew I was getting more desperate. I was careful, even as customers who couldn't possibly have horses came in, sometimes more than once, to buy a new riding crop. I wanted to say something, make a comment that'd get me picked up after work, but nerves held my tongue in check. Too risky, far too risky, I always told myself.
Things changed on me in a hurry, though.
Jenny had gone out on a ride again, leaving me alone. My cock ached in anticipation, even as I rang up the last customer. I smiled as she turned to walk away, and gasped as she smacked her husband's ass with a satisfying crack on their way out. She turned, winked at me, and laughed as she dragged him out the door.
I walked to the door, watching them leave, and sighed as I locked the door closed behind them. God, she was hot, and she just exuded sex, and yet I stayed, silent, alone.
My cock strained at the denim as I walked towards the back stockroom. Soon I'd have it's release, and my mind would have plenty to chew on. But the stockroom wasn't empty, like I had thought. Jenny was back there, sitting on her desk, watching me come in, my hand already at my pants button. She was still dressed in her riding gear, long brown hair pulled back in a tight braid, white blouse and riding pants. "Come here. Now."
There was a command in her voice I never heard before, and without hesitation I came over next to her.
"You see this?" She pointed to her computer monitor. Mutely, I nodded.
"A few years ago, I had a series of thefts from my store room. So I had a few hidden cameras installed."
She tapped a few keys, and there I was on her screen, beating myself with a crop. My face dropped. I thought I had been so careful...
| tried to protest, to make an excuse, but she silenced me a look. Jenny took the crop out of my yielding hands. She stood next to me, a terse whisper in my ear.
"I should fire you, you know."
I nodded, swallowing hard. Her boots echoed as she walked around to the other side of me. Then, with just enough force to get my attention, the crop smacked my still hard cock.
"Now it's time to pay the price, and teach you to be a good boy." She laughed throatily, and my whole body shivered.
"Thought you might like that. Now, the only words I want to hear from you for the rest of the evening are "yes Mistress" and "no Mistress." Is that understood?"
"Yes Mistress." I croaked. My heart raced, the room swam a little as I felt her undo my pants, my cock leaping to freedom as they were pulled to my knees. My whole body stiffened as she lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. I was a mass of goose-pimples as I felt her eyes on me. Her nails scratched down my back without warning, and I let out a sharp moan. "Like that, do you?"
"Yes Mistress." She chuckled, pleased at the control she had over me.
