Lisa's New Boss

My name is Lisa. Life was OK really until the credit crunch and all the worries about recession. The place where I work is a food factory where they make meat products. Most of their stuff is a bit expensive and sales have fallen because of people buying cheaper food. My husband has a secure job as a coastguard. That's reliable, but we really need my wages because after the rent and the car payments, food and everything there's no money left.

Anyway, what happened was that my firm got taken over. We all thought we were going to lose our jobs, but it wasn't that bad. Some people had to go, but I have been there quite a long time and I was OK. The only change was that we got a new foreman from the company that took us over. That really changed everything.

My job is to pack sausages. The sausage meat shoots out of a machine in its skin in a long straight tube. What I have to do is twist it into sausage lengths, cut off a row of eight of them and fold them into a bundle when they go into the wrapping machine. At the end of the production line, quality assurance look at all the packets as they go by and they take out any that are not fit for sale.

The new boss settled in for a few days. He introduced himself and told everybody he wanted a happy workforce, but he was really frightening. He is about forty and very tall, which I am not, and he's got a scary loud voice. Twice during the first week he came to me at the end of the shift. The first time he threw two packets of sausages down in front of me and said. This isn't good enough Lisa. Look at these. We can't sell sausages that are all different lengths. I couldn't look up at him. I just mumbled a sort of sorry and went off to clock out.

Next time it happened there were three packets. He tore one open and threw the sausages out in front of me. Most were OK, but one was much too long and the next one to it was a silly little short thing.

"You should know how to handle a sausage properly by now." He said.

Of course I blushed bright red and looked down. I think he sensed something about me that interested him because the next thing he said was that if I valued my job I was going to have to buck my ideas up and concentrate a bit better, but his voice was a bit softer than it should have been. I was definitely scared of losing my job, but something in the way he said it made me think I was not going to get the sack.

At the end of the week we were having a big meeting. All the new top bosses were going to be telling us about their plans for the company and what had to be done for us to survive in the new situation. Scary stuff.

When the shift was finishing and we were just going to go to the meeting, the new foreman turned up again with a packet of sausages in his hand. Oh No! I thought. He is going to sack me. Instead of that he just threw the packet down and said.

"That's six Lisa. Six of the worst. We can't have any more of these poor standards. That deserves six of the best I think. Don't you Lisa?"

Before I could say or do anything he stomped off to the meeting. The management said a load of stuff that I didn't really understand except that things were going to be tough and we all had to work harder and better for no more money. Drinks and sandwiches were laid on afterwards and I had a couple more glasses of vodka than I ought to when Karl, the foreman came over to me.

"You and I need to talk young lady." He said. "Come on out to my car."

Before I knew what I was doing I was following him out to the car park. We were driving along in a direction that I didn't know and my head was spinning. I didn't dare say a word and I was scared. I wasn't sure whether I was scared that I would lose my job or scared of Karl, but I couldn't get 'six of the best' out of my head. Even in my woozy state I knew it didn't make sense about sausages. Doing six good packets wouldn't make up for doing bad ones when I did thousands every day. Six of the best was what my Dad used to say about getting the cane at school in the old days.

Karl drove into really dark woodland and then he drove into a picnic place. There was nobody around at all. He got out of the car, came round to my side and opened the door.

"Get out."

Still without saying anything I did what he said. He took my arm and led me round to the front of the car. It was a big, black Volvo with a long front. He told me to bend over and put my hands on the bonnet. I wasn't sure whether to do what he said or not, but I did.

When I was there he said:

"You know your work isn't up to standard don't you?" I didn't really want to agree, but I heard myself saying

"Yes."

"Yes Sir" He said. And it will always be Sir in future in this sort of situation. Do you understand?

"Yes Sir." What sort of situation. I thought. This was really strange.

"You have got to make your mind up now. There are two choices. Either I put you on a warning at work and you start down the route to losing your job or you agree that I help you improve your standards. Which is it to be?"

"But I don't understand. How...."

"OK get back in the car and I will give you a warning in the Personnel Office on Monday."

"Oh! No Sir. Please help me Sir."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Sir. Please help me. I can't lose my job."

"OK. This is the deal. You get six of the best on your bottom now with my belt. At the end of every week I will review your progress and see what correction you might need. Do you understand?

My legs were trembling and I suddenly realised that my knickers were soaked. I was still frightened, but I was excited too. I had felt this feeling before when I had let one or two people do things to me.

"Yes Sir. I understand."

"OK"

"You know I am going to spank you with my belt and you agree."

"Yes Sir."

"After each stroke you call out the number and say 'Thank you Sir."

"Yes Sir."

I heard him undo his belt. Nothing happened for a few seconds and then there was a hard whack on my bottom. It really hurt. I yelped a little bit and forgot that I had to call out the number. He waited a while and said.

"Right. We will start again. This one is still going to be number one. If you don't call it doesn't count."

This time he took hold of the waist of my trousers and pulled them down to my thighs.

He got back in place and very soon I felt the sharp thwack of the leather belt on my buttocks. I yelped again. The pain was sharper this time, but I did remember what I had to do.

"One. Thank you Sir."

After the third stroke I had managed to stay in place and count properly, but my bottom was really stinging. Instead of carrying on, Karl took hold of my knickers and yanked them down. I was so embarrassed. What if somebody drove in or a dog walker came by? I thought. For all I knew there could be somebody now lurking behind a tree and seeing all this. And then I flushed bright red again. I thought about my wet knickers. Karl must have seen that and even felt it. So embarrassing. I didn't have time to wonder or worry any more as the fourth stroke of the belt landed. He was standing on the other side of me now and the end of the belt curled round my other hip.

I was crying by this time. One of my tears dripped onto the car bonnet and I suddenly remembered.

"Four. Thank you Sir."

"Just in time. You nearly got another one then."

Thwack!

I jumped this time and cried out. My whole bottom was on fire.

"Five. Thank you Sir."

I managed to get back in position and the last stroke hit me straight away. When I had called out the number and I knew it was finished I didn't get up. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. I was worried about being seen, but I was also starting to feel a really warm, tingling glow. My bottom was hurting, but there was a nice feeling as well and I was more excited than I could ever remember.

"Straighten your clothes and get in the car."

I did as I was told, wriggling a bit to try to get comfortable on my punished bottom. He didn't say much as we drove. He took me to the end of my street. As I got out of the car he said.

"Work as normal Monday then Friday I will see what you need. You want to keep your job don't you?"

When I got indoors Gordon, my husband, was watching TV with his computer on his lap. He had sport on the telly, but he switched the screen on the computer so I knew he had been watching porn on that.

"How did the meeting go?" He said without looking at me. I turned away because I thought he would be able to see on my face what had happened. Then suddenly I blurted it out.

"Karl spanked me."

Gordon put down the computer and stood up.

"What do you mean?"

"He smacked my bottom with his belt six times."

I was looking at the carpet and feeling really strange. Gordon came over and put his hands on my bum.

"Show me." He said and he led me to the sofa. I let him guide me down onto my tummy and he pulled down my trousers and pants. There was silence and then I felt him kiss my bottom. His warm breath was on my still stinging flesh as he kissed me all over the raised welts from the leather belt. He stroked, kissed and licked, then slowly he slipped his tongue down between my legs. He turned me over, pulled off my clothes, spread my legs and dived his face into my sopping pussy. I shuddered and squirmed in a fantastic orgasm while he sucked on my clit and massaged my bottom with his hands.

We sat and talked for a little bit over a cup of tea then went to bed. We didn't get much sleep. Gordon wanted to look at my bum again and again and I forgot how many times he made love to me.

During the week, Karl behaved as if nothing had happened. I talked to Gordon about it and he said it was alright for me to let Karl take me again on Friday if he wanted to. The only thing was that I had got to tell Gordon everything that happened.

On Friday I wasn't sure what would happen. My work had been pretty good during the week, but instead of wearing my usual trousers I put on a short, pleated skirt and a white thong. When the shift finished Karl was waiting in his car at the factory gate when I walked out to go for my bus.

"Get in."

He drove away without saying anything. I thought, if he is going to that picnic place I can't get spanked outside because it's still daylight and there are bound to be people around. He didn't go towards he wood though. He pulled up outside a modern block of flats next to Southampton quay. It was only a few streets away from where I live. We went inside and took the lift to the top floor. He led me to his flat. It was very smart. In the hall I could see a kitchen/diner and then a living room next to it, but he took my arm and drew me to a bedroom door.

"Decision time again. If you go in this room you leave your clothes and your name outside. In there you are my property just like my bed. You do exactly what I tell you to do without question. You can leave the flat any time you want, but if you leave when I am not ready for you to go you never come back. Do you want to go in?"

"I didn't answer. I knew that Gordon would want me to go in. I wanted to as well really, but I just couldn't say. I looked at the floor."

"OK. Off you go home. I'll be looking carefully at your work next week. You know that don't you?"

"Err! No. Please Sir I want to go in. Please!"

"Sure?"

"Yes Sir. Please."

"Take your clothes off and drop them down there." As I said, you are not Lisa in there. You are the things I use. If I want your mouth I will say 'mouth' and you will open it for me to use. The same goes for any other part of you."

I dropped my clothes on the floor and he pushed me through the door. It was a nice, big bedroom with a king size bed and a shower room and toilet in one corner. What I saw straight away though was a great big window which Karl was pushing me towards. Right in front of the window he told me to put my hands behind my head and spread my legs apart. We were a long way up, but I was sure that people must be able to see me. I didn't dare look down. I fixed my eyes on the sky.

Karl moved some things around on the bed behind me and then he came round in front. He had a riding crop in his hand. You know, the things that jockeys use to make their horse run faster. He couldn't really be going to hit me with that could he? It obviously hurt a racehorse. What would it do to me?

He tapped me lightly under the chin with the leather flap bit at the end of the crop.

"Shoulders back, tits out. They're not very big. Make the most of them for your admirers. Maybe in one or two of the boats out there a couple of guys have their binoculars in your direction." He slid the crop down and jiggled one of my breasts with it. "We'll give them some attention another time." He carried on down.

"This bush has got to go. I told you. No clothes in here. My cunt must be properly displayed. You will have it shaved absolutely clean when you come next time. Not the tiniest bristle. Understand?"

He looked at me for a reply.

"Yes Sir."

With that he told me to get face down on the bed. When I turned I saw that he had piled four pillows in the middle. It was obvious what I was supposed to do. I climbed over the pillows and laid with my bottom sticking up high on top of them. His headboard had round wooden things in it like chair legs and he told me to hold on to them.

"Six again today. Not with that nice soft belt, but with my trusty crop here. Remember what you have to do?"

I hadn't, but then I thought.

"Yes Sir. Count"

"OK"

The next thing I knew was a whistling and a terrible pain in my bum just as I heard the 'crack' sound on my skin. I bounced on the pillows. I really didn't want to make a noise. That was partly because I thought there must be another flat on the other side of the bedroom wall. I just about managed to keep quiet.

"One. Thank you Sir."

Karl walked round to the other side of the bed and before I could hardly think I heard that whistle and a little squeal escaped from my mouth before I managed to get myself together and call out:

"Two. Thank you Sir."

Again he moved to the other side before giving me the third stroke. As I managed to say the count with a bit of a tremble I started worrying that I was making his bed wet with tears and dribble. With the fourth crack on my bum I screamed properly and I suddenly thought that I must be leaking pussy juice onto his pillows. I could feel that I was streaming.

I didn't have to worry about that for long. As soon as I managed to stumble through the count of four he told me to get onto my back and he threw the pillows on the floor. I was confused. I knew I had to have six. I was wondering how I could take it because my bottom was throbbing, but surely he wasn't going to let me off two.

"Grab your ankles and hold them as wide apart as you can."

I am only 24 and reasonably fit so that wasn't a problem. My bum was still stinging like mad and I hoped that this new angle might mean that he would hit a spot which hadn't already been punished. Nothing could have prepared me for what did happen. He said :

"Carry on with the count from four."

I saw him raise his arm and heard the swish as the crop came down. He hit me right between my legs and I yelled out loud, letting go of my ankles.

Karl looked at me sternly. I grabbed my ankles as quickly as I could and then remembered the count.

"Five. Thank you Sir."

He raised his arm again.

My pussy lips were on fire after that last stroke of the crop and I only just managed to say the count. I let go of my ankles and clasped both hands between my legs trying to hold down the pain. Just as I was beginning to wipe away my tears and, like before, I was beginning to feel that warm tingly glow along with the pain, he told me to get off the bed and onto my knees with my hands clasped behind my back.

"You are going to have to have that hair off in future to show it off properly."

Now.

"You have been saying thank you. It is time to learn how to give proper thanks for your training."

He undid his zip and said "mouth". I opened my mouth. He put his cock in my mouth and told me how he wanted it licked and sucked. While he was doing this he held me by my hair and moved my head how he wanted it. He said that I had got to learn how to take him right into my throat and when he was ready to cum I had got to collect it on my tongue to show him. He told me to relax and he pulled my head really hard towards him. I felt the head of his dick at my throat and he said swallow. I tried, but just gagged and coughed. He slapped my breast and pushed his prick in my mouth again. He tried another three or four times. I gagged every time, but it did go a way down my throat once.

"I am going to cum. Make sure you don't spill any or you will be punished."

He shot a really big load of sticky cum into my mouth. I was surprised that it was so much, but I did manage to keep it all in. He told me to look up and open my mouth. He stood aside so that I could see myself in the wardrobe mirror door. There was a big pool of white cum nearly filling my mouth.

He said "swallow." I did.

He told me that was it for today and to make sure I was properly prepared for next week when there would be new developments. I put on my clothes outside the bedroom, but he wouldn't let me have my thong back. He told me to fold my skirt waist over twice so that it was ridiculously short. He led me to the lift and told me to walk home.