Mailboys Fear The Paddle
Mistress M loved to spank naked mailgirls and mailboys. There was something deep inside her that was triggered by having attractive young women and men willingly present their bare asses to her by bending over her spanking bench to be punished with the paddle. It hurt, a lot. Even knowing that, the woman or man assumed the position for punishment and stayed there until she finished. The financial consequences of disobedience were so unthinkably bad that obedience was the only reasonable option.
The wooden paddle had a dozen small holes in it to reduce air resistance. That wasn't a factor for the broad swing of the paddle but it did come into play in the last quarter inch before wood hits skin. The sting of contact was stronger because the air had places to escape. Some paddle strokes were delivered to one cheek or the other. When both cheeks were hit with the same stroke, there were actually two impacts, one on each cheek. Mistress M was not sadistic enough to do permanent damage, but her punishments left a lasting impression on the skin and in the minds of those she punished.
Known and feared by the mailboys and mailgirls, Mistress M was actually two people. Mairi and Morag were twin sisters from Scotland, and expert in the use of the tawse from their homeland. This eighteen-inch-long, two-inch-wide piece of thick leather was cut into two tails. When slapped against unprotected human flesh, the sting was immediate and the burning sensation was long lasting. They always carried a tawse clipped to their belt for on-the-spot punishment or encouragement. The mailboy/mailgirl app on their smartphones gave them the location of all their naked employees and continuously updated demerit totals.
Most of the people at D-Flowco thought it was just one person, if they've thought about it at all, because the two of them looked alike, dressed alike in black and were almost never seen together. The mailgirls and mailboys considered them to be equally bad. The sisters each worked four fourteen-hour shifts then four days off so one of them was always available during the hours that the mailgirl/mailboy program was active.
Early mornings were the busiest times. Collars must be locked into place and all the mailgirls and mailboys must be inspected to make sure their 'uniforms' met grooming standards, including shaving their genital area. Mairi and Morag lived downtown, but stayed in a small, basement apartment in the D-Flowco building on workday overnights.
These athletic, dominant fitness instructors were recruited by Naomi Oyama, manager of the mailgirl/mailboy program, from an upscale, kinky, BDSM weight-loss clinic with stationary bikes, treadmills and other exercise equipment. Clients were weighed in the nude once a week, and if they failed by being overweight, got a spanking and would do that day's workout in an ass-baring 'red thong of shame' which signalled to all they'd failed to reach their target weight. It was a more powerful incentive to skip dessert or a second glass of wine, than traditional weight management programs.
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Mailboy for the Day, T7, was nearing the twenty-five-demerit threshold. It was approaching 7:00pm when his shift would end. Ross started later than the others because of the time it took for his manscaping to remove all the hair from below his neck for his day as a mailboy.
Mistress M found him attractive and wanted to paddle him. She also thought he was too soft on the mailgirls he encountered in his usual job. It undermined her authority to have D-Flowco managers treat her mailgirls in a too-friendly manner. She wanted him to stand before her and obey, as she showed him the paddle and ordered him over the bench. She wanted to teach him a lesson.
T7 knew he had only a few minutes left. He started the afternoon at sixteen demerits, and had received a few more here and there. Sure, he knew his way around the building, but he didn't necessarily know the fastest way between any two offices the way experienced mailgirls do. Should he run up the stairs to the third floor and then across, or should he go across first and then up the stairs? All deliveries were timed based on the shortest times, and he was not meeting that standard.
As his afternoon as a mailboy continued, he was just a little bit late for several deliveries and his demerit total slowly grew. One resulted from a pickup from CEO Melanie Jenssen. There was no receptionist in sight, and he didn't really want to walk into her office naked and unannounced, but when his MMU beeped to tell him he was late he knocked on her door. She called him inside and moved in very close to transfer a message to his MMU. He could feel her eyes on his butt as he walked away.
When he got the twenty-fourth demerit, late in his shift, he really started to sweat. Getting twenty-five would earn him a paddling he did not want. He'd seen the mailgirls and mailboys get punished, and he knew it was a most unpleasant experience.
The idea of joining his buddies in a putting contest to support charity was great. He did not expect to lose. Even as he did naked deliveries for the first time, he thought he could do it as well as anyone else. In this moment, he wondered whether a little bit of arrogance was going to get him in a lot of pain.
Mistress M had been tracking T7 on her smartphone. Now that he was close to finishing, she hoped he arrived at the shower room without earning twenty-five. She wanted him to arrive with a sense of relief, and to think he had escaped her paddle. That's when she'd order him to toes position for an inspection which she would fail him on and issue one or more demerits to make his feared paddling a reality.
Bashir, Scott and Dean were all waiting for Ross to shower, get dressed and join them for a beer. They watched through the one-way glass, as he entered the shower room. They saw his relaxed expression change as Mistress M ordered him into toes position and change again as his MMU flashed red when Mistress M issued a demerit. They could not hear anything, but they watched in disbelief, as Mistress M pointed her paddle toward the bench. For each of ten strokes of the paddle, they imagined how much it must have hurt and how lucky they were to be watching instead of being paddled.
Iris, from his office, was watching, too, but not with the group of managers. She let out a sob when Ross jerked from the first impact of the paddle and thought it was all her fault because of the demerit she had caused him to get that morning. She had no way of knowing that Mistress M would have issued several demerits, if that's what was necessary to push T7 over the twenty-five-demerit threshold.
Ross showered and emerged from the change room a few minutes later. He walked awkwardly because of his sore ass, but was relieved that his one-day ordeal was finally over. His buddies greeted him warmly, praised him for his performance and his bravery, and said they'd all stand up in the bar together with him tonight because Ross obviously wouldn't be sitting for a while.
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Mailboy 22 was a favourite of many of the women at D-Flowco. An informal group met for coffee on Monday mornings to talk about what they'd been doing on the weekend. The time on Monday was flexible because it was based on 22's schedule which was posted online. They met for coffee at his scheduled morning break because that's when they could watch him in the shower washing off the sweat from a couple of hours of delivering packages, envelopes and electronic messages.
The women were experienced managers. They had worked through the controversial start of the mailgirl program when several of their co-workers quit and urged them to also quit as a protest against naked mailgirls running around the office. They were all pretty and in good physical shape and they knew that made them vulnerable to being coerced into becoming mailgirls. They liked their jobs and the pay was good, so they worked hard, earned excellent performance scores and were careful not to make mistakes.
For 22, getting sweaty was inevitable because all of the deliveries were timed, and being late earned demerits that could result in him getting bent over the spanking bench and paddled. He was in great physical condition, and his dark Latino looks were very attractive.
Another thing that could earn him a lot of demerits was getting an erection. That was forbidden, and mailboys either took the anti-erection pill or were locked into a metal cock cage. Speed-walking naked around the office making pickups and deliveries was arousing, but the pill he took every morning when he arrived at the change room, protected 22 from erections all day long. He did not, however, like taking the pill every day. "I don't really need this pill," he said to himself, one morning on the way to work. "I've been on nude beaches a lot. I got a little bit erect the first couple of times, but that was years ago and I've learned to control it." That morning he bit the pill in half and only swallowed half.
The women's group watching him in the shower every week, had speculated about what his cock looked like when it was stiff. On that same day, three of them decided to have a little contest to see who could get 22 hard. A photo would prove success. He showered and did yoga with beautiful nude women every morning, so how could women in office attire cause his cock to swell? If he was the man they imagined he was, seeing a forbidden glimpse of a woman underneath the revealing clothing she was wearing, might turn him on.
Touching a mailboy or a mailgirl was prohibited, but they discussed unbuttoning two more buttons on their blouses or accidentally brushing past him, as he stood waiting for a pickup. Carla, the more senior manager, had access to summon a specific mailboy, so she offered to coordinate the plan that afternoon. She would schedule 22 to their three offices one after another.
Nancy was first. She had changed into her yoga clothing after lunch, and was standing when 22 arrived. Turning her back to him she bent forward to tie her shoelaces, giving him a full view of her ass through thin tights. She wore nothing underneath, and 22 could surely see the curve of her butt and outline of her labia. Turning her head to look behind her before she stood up, she stared at his cock, but there was no reaction. With an unhappy look on her face, she bumped her phone against his MMU to transfer the message to Francine and then 22 left.
Francine was second. In the privacy of her office, she took off her jacket, blouse and bra. She pulled her scoop-necked blouse back on again and let her 38D breasts push against the thin fabric. Her erect nipples made it obvious that she was braless. When 22 arrived at her office, she leaned forward giving him a full view of her large breasts, while she bumped her smartphone against his MMU to receive one message and transfer another message. He couldn't help himself. He looked right at her breasts, then realized how obvious he was being and looked away. "You don't have to look away, Felipe," Francine said. "I bet you'd like to hold them in your big, warm hands and kiss them."
He stood up straight, and looked at the wall behind her desk. "Regulations require that all mailboys be addressed only by their number," he said. "This mailboy will hurry to deliver your message ma'am." She looked at his cock which was still, disappointingly, small. He turned away and headed for the next destination which was Carla's office.
