After my oral submission to you, I'm left quietly in the corner to reflect on everything that's happened so far till now. Mrs. Jones leaves satisfied, having "conquered" yet another sissy boy with her obscene weapon. After ten minutes you call me back to your side and announces that next week will be my final punishment session.
I feel both relieved and saddened at the same time. How could I suddenly feel this way, saddened that my PUNISHMENTS will be over after next week? I don't really understand this strange emotion...
But fortunately you have a proposal for me. You asks me if I'd consider renting a room in your house for free, in exchange for performing maid duties -- as a "houseboy". That sounds like a great idea, I can save money for college tuition, and I know I need to learn responsibility for performing chores as I've become too lazy living on my own. However, you inform me sternly that I will be subjected to continuing corporal punishment should I decide to move in with you, for slacking on my duties, and general naughtiness, etc. I'm also told that I will be receiving regular bare-bottom spankings every week from now on as a necessary reminder to behave at all times.
My still inflamed asscheeks clench involuntarily upon hearing your pronouncement of my fate. While I am a little apprehensive about the never-ending discipline regime I'll live in from now on under your hand (and over your knee), I also somehow feel that I belong there. I know that I'm a very naughty asian boy who requires the constant firm guidance by a strong masculine man like you.
"You should also understand," you say with a keen stare at my flushed face, "that if you decides to accept my proposal, you will often be... shall we say, 'used' by me, whenever my urges strike."
I blush even redder than I thought possible, knowing exactly what you mean with that statement. I mentally cringe at the continuous humiliation of submitting to forced sodomy that I must frequently endure from now on in your household.
"Quite often," you add, to my further distress.
You give me until next week to give you an answer but I know I don't need to consider it for that long. I'm already certain of my choice.
"Since you've behaved well accepting your punishments as you fully deserve, I've decided to let you choose what punishment you feel is most appropriate for your last session next week. Let me know when you've decided about that."
That night I toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep. I think hard and deep about what my choices should be, and by the restless morning I've a firm decision in my head. I come to see you as soon as your store is open, and tell you that I'm going to rent your room in exchange for maid duties as you proposed. I see you're very happy to hear that. I then shock you with what I decided would be the most deserving punishment I should undergo for my final session. Staring down at my feet in utter shame, I tell you I want to be publicly spanked -- and buttfucked -- in front of all our mutual friends.
"Are you sure about that?" You ask with concern, knowing that I'm normally an extremely shy and private person.
I nod my head quietly by firmly. I feel that I deserve to have my shame witnessed by all of them. This will complete my final humiliation, and it will also let everyone know what is going to happen to me from now on after I move in with you. They deserve to know the truth that I will be subject to regular corporal punishment -- as well as being turned into you little chinese bitch. They need to know that I will be frequently bent over by you over your sofa back, the dinning table, the kitchen counter, and any and all parts of the house and be penetrated by your manly cock over and over again. So they might as well watch you actually assfuck me in front of them to remove any remaining doubt in their mind...
However, as soon as I step out of your office I'm beginning to have second thoughts. Even though I believe that this is the most appropriate punishment for my "payback" session in your store, how could I possibly go though with the sheer humiliation of having my feminine submission seen by so many people?! But I know it's too late to go back on my decision now. I'll just have to face it somehow.
The day fast approaches and before I know it I'm back in your office with everyone else there. Your three employees, the chinese mother-daughter pair, and Peng. You've already informed them of my choice when you were inviting them to this occasion. Knowing full well what's going to take place today each of them was given the option to decline your invitation. But alas, they've all decided to attend my last official shoplifter's penalty session for moral support (and perhaps something else I'm sure...)
Without further ado I stripped completely naked was laid across your knee for a sound hand-spanking which leaves me yelping and squealing like a silly naughty girl. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Everyone can see my milky white ass flesh pinkens and reddens graduately under your repeated slaps. You have to restrain my slim wrists behind my back to prevent me from squirming too much over your lap. After 15 minutes of intense hand-spanking you stop and let me catch my breath over your knee and sooth my bright red behind with tender caresses.
Then you ask Mrs. Jones to hand you the hairbrush with which you then proceed to blister my naughty bum without mercy. Drops of tear roll down my face as I helplessly suffer this agony for another 15 minutes. Despite the stings, however, I suddenly realize that I'm stiff again, proving to me beyond doubt that being punished like that over a man's lap is what I ultimately desire and need. At that moment I'm really glad that I've made the right decision to become your maid which ensures that I'll continue to receive this kind of punishment from you on a regular basis.
After my round bottom has been sufficiently hairbrushed into a deep crimson shade of red, I'm put to the corner for 10 minutes while everyone else takes an "intermission" and have some soda and drinks. There are the usual snobbish comments on my bawling like a girl, etc. Rick even comes up behind me to crop a feel. Standing directly behind me with his eager palms planted firmly on my warm cheeks, he whispers into my ear that, "You have such a girly body, Ling! Your butt and legs feel just like Mei's!" Placing his thick thumb at the entrance to my sensitive anus to emphasize his point, he adds that, "I bet fucking you up this tight asian asshole would feel just like when I stick my horse dick up Mei's poppy chute this morning!"
From the corner of my eyes I notice the pretty nineteen-year-old chinese girl blushes deep red when she overhears his comment. While I'm glad that I'm no longer the only asian in the room having had our oriental assholes speared open by men cocks, it doesn't ease the anxiety that I'm feeling knowing everyone will be watching me "get it" in front of them very soon. I only have myself to blame of course, for choose to face such indignation of my own free will...