Tracey was the new sales clerk in the fanciest jewelry store in town. She was glamorous and sexy, and she had used her looks to get the job. In spite of her lack of experience, the owner, a middle-age man named Michael, could not resist giving her a chance in the position. He knew he would enjoy looking at her and teaching her.
For the first few weeks Tracey did OK. But because of the special attention she got from Michael and some of the male customers, she began to get arrogant. When female customers took too much of her time without buying anything, she would insult the customer with a comment like "let me know when you make up your mind", and then walk away.
One day the store's best customers, a Mrs. Hollyfield, came in and asked to see some diamond necklaces. Tracey did not know Mrs. Hollyfield and did not think that this woman was really going to buy one of the expensive necklaces, so she merely pointed to the display case and went to chat with a male customer who was on his way out of the store. Mrs. Hollyfield was incensed, and told another clerk that she wanted to see Michael immediately.
When the clerk picked up the phone to call Michael, who was in his office in the back of the store behind the stockroom, Mrs. Hollyfield told her to tell Michael that she wanted to see him in private in his office. The clerk obliged and Michael told her to escort Mrs. Hollyfield to his office.
Michael was aware that Mrs. Hollyfield spent so much money in his store that he doubted the business would survive without her. He was on his feet to greet her at the door.
"Why hello, Gwen," he said, "nice to see you."
Gwen walked into his office and closed the door behind her.
"You may not be so glad when I tell you what just happened", she exclaimed angrily. "Your new sales girl with the short skirt and the big boobs just insulted me. I came in here to buy a $5,000 necklace, and now I am going somewhere else!"
Michael was horrified. He could not afford to lose Gwen Hollyfield.
"I will fire her on the spot" he stated firmly. "There is no excuse for offending you. No matter what."
"That's not good enough, Michael," she said. "The fact that you hired such a girl, obviously because of her sexy looks, tells me that you no longer deserve my business."
Michael knew that Gwen was an earthy woman with a strong interest in sex. Although middle-aged, she had a trim figure and was very attractive. He had flirted with her for years, and they often had commented on sexy young girls. Her comments about Tracey's looks gave him an idea on how to placate her.
"Now Gwen, maybe we can work together to salvage this situation. This new girl, Tracey, needs to be taught some manners. If you would help me do that, you could pay her back for her rudeness, and you would be doing both me and her a favor."
"What do you have in mind?" Gwen asked skeptically.
"I am a firm believer in corporal punishment for young people," he said.
Gwen was surprised, but intrigued. "You mean spanking her? Surely you cannot do that to a grown woman."
Michael saw the sparkle in Gwen's eyes, and he knew he had hit on the solution. He said simply, "Why not? She certainly deserves it. And it will either be that or out on the street for her."
Gwen was aware of her incipient excitement. She could picture Tracey's lush body bent over the desk with Michael spanking her bare ass. Who knew where such a scene could lead?
"What would you want me to do to help you?" she asked.
"Just be a witness at first. It will add immeasurably to her humiliation. Then, maybe you could help with the spanking. I would like to be looking into her face and talking to her about manners while she is feeling the sting of being punished."
Gwen smiled. "Well, OK Michael. But this better be good. I want that girl to pay for insulting me."
His eyes never leaving Gwen's, Michael picked up the phone and called the extension of his floor manager in the store. "Tell Tracey to come to my office immediately," he said. "And call in another girl. Tracey will not be returning to work this afternoon."
He smiled at Gwen. "Why don't you take a seat over there on the sofa while I have a little chat with Miss Tracey?"
The door opened and Tracey came in. She knew that Mrs. Hollyfield had come to see Michael to complain about her, and she knew she was in trouble. Still she thought that her sex appeal with Michael would get her through, and glancing at Gwen, she walked boldly up to his desk.
Michael was stern. "Tracey, I want you to turn around and go back and lock the door. We are going to have a serious talk, and I don't want us to be disturbed."
Tracey shrugged and whirled around defiantly. As she walked back to the door, she made sure her ass swayed in a provocative way. There was a large throw-bolt on the door, and Tracey slid it into place.
"Now come back here and stand in front of my desk," Michael ordered.
Wondering what was going to happen next, Tracey returned and stood before him. She was dressed in a short, tight black skirt, which clung to the perfectly-shaped, round ass that protruded from her body like the largest knuckle on the hand of a big man. Her ample breasts were covered with a white knit blouse that fit almost as tightly as the skirt. It had buttons down the front, the top four of which were open exposing her tanned neck and shoulders down to the top of her deep cleavage. An expensive gold necklace diverted some attention from the full, pointed breasts. Her long slender legs were covered with shear stockings, and her three-inch heels kept her body thrust forward. Looking at her, Michael felt a surge of sexual desire and determination to work this situation to gain control over her.
"You have insulted the store's best customer," he began. "You could have made a $5,000 sale and earned a good commission, but instead you are about to cost me the loss of a customer who buys more jewelry every month than our other customers buy in ten years! I don't see how I can keep you. And with the bad reference you will get from me, you will never get another job in this town."
Tracey's mood changed abruptly from being confident and defiant to being very concerned. Michael's manner and his words had surprised her. Also, she had thought that Mrs. Hollyfield was just another complaining customer. Now she realized that the angry Mrs. Hollyfield was much more important to her boss than her having her around to flirt with. Tracey was deeply in debt and could not afford to be without a job.
She lowered her eyes. "I am sorry Michael. It won't happen again." And then turning to Gwen, she added: "I apologize to you, too, Mrs. Hollyfield. I should have been more helpful."
"Being sorry is not enough, Tracey", Michael said decisively. "If you want another chance, you will have to pay for your arrogance by submitting to a stern punishment."
Tracey's eyes widened. "What do you mean, punishment? I can't stand being suspended. My rent is due, and I need my salary."
Michael shook his head. "The punishment will not be suspension, Tracey. It will be physical, and it will be right here, right now. In front of Mrs. Hollyfield, who deserves to see you paying for your behavior."
"You mean a spanking?" Tracey cried incredulously.
Michael and Gwen just looked at her and smiled. Gwen let her eyes travel up and down Tracey's body, letting her know that she appreciated her fabulous figure, and was going to enjoy seeing it punished.
Michael finally answered her. "It will be whatever we deem appropriate. You can choose to leave right now, or you can stay and take what's coming to you. What is it going to be?"
A hundred thoughts raced through Tracey's pretty head. She couldn't imagine what she would do if she walked out with no job and no money. Also, she felt a surge of sexual excitement at the idea of being forced to submit to these two attractive people. Men had always been very solicitous of her, and she recognized a need to be dominated. On top of all this, she was very curious about what would happen. The only thing that held her back was her aversion to pain.
"Are you really going to hurt me?" she pouted.
"We will do what we want," said Michael. "You must pay a price for what you did. But we would not do anything that would harm you permanently."
These words helped relieve her anxiety, and she let herself go where her emotions were leading her. "I guess I don't have much choice," she whispered.
Michael opened a drawer on the side of his desk. "Lean forward and give me your hands," he ordered, as he removed something from the drawer.
The desktop was bare, and Tracey bent over it as she extended her hands toward Michael. Gwen shifted her position on the couch to get a better view. Tracey's profile was very provocative with her ass in the air and her large breasts hanging almost to the surface of the desk.
Michael laid two short soft leather straps on the desktop. Each one contained a metal ring and was padded on the inside. Pieces of Velcro were attached to the ends . They were fancy wrist cuffs, and he took his time wrapping them around each wrist and securing them with the Velcro. He then reached into the drawer again and removed a short, leather leash with a clip on one end, and a loop handle on the other. The clip was quickly attached to the rings on the wrist cuffs, effectively tying her wrists together.
"Now lie down across the desk, Tracey," Michael commanded as he pulled on the leash to extend her arms over the edge and toward his chest. As she collapsed on the desk, he lowered the leash and pulled her arms toward the floor. Then with a quick wrap around the desk leg, he tied the leash so she was pinned down on the desk. Her feet were barely touching the floor on the other side, and her ass was raised in a most vulnerable position.
"It appears you have done this before," commented Gwen.
Smiling at Gwen, Michael got up from his chair and walked around the desk. He laid his hand on Tracey's ass and gave it a hard squeeze.
