When the store closes (M/F story)

The last customer left the supermarket ten minutes after closing time, and David could finally lock the door. He was tired, and annoyed at having dealt with brats and bastards for the last eight hours, but he was still smiling, for two reasons. One, even if he met a lot of pricks working the evening shift, he met a lot of very nice people too. And some of them just had a way of brightening your day.

The other reason for his happiness was waiting for him in the lunchroom.

He walked into the room with as much authority as he could muster. If anyone else had been there, they would probably have found him laughable, but somehow, in this situation, it worked. Jenny was sitting at the lunch table.

"I've had some more complaints today, Jenny," he said, speaking slowly and calmly, but allowing the merest hint of a cold tone into his voice. "Customers complaining you've been rude and unhelpful, and co-workers getting tired of your attitude." None of it true, of course; Jenny was always pleasant to be around, and customers and co-workers alike loved her. But it was part of the role-play, and he loved the way she would look at the floor, too ashamed to look him in the eye. "I've warned you about this, haven't I, Jenny?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

"Look at me." She obeyed. "Do you have anything to say before I punish you, young lady?"

"I'm sorry." Still whispering.

"Oh, you will be. Stand up!" She jumped to her feet, and he took the now empty chair. He patted his lap, and she lowered herself over his knee.

He started by rubbing of those tight shorts she loved to wear, listening as she sighed in content and anticipation from his touch. "Are you ready for your punishment, Jenny?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He kept rubbing for some time, before suddenly lifting his hand and giving her a hard smack. He rubbed some more, and gave her another smack.

He kept on rubbing and smacking, with no rhyme or reason to his timing. The smacks came completely at random, taking her by surprise and giving her no time to prepare. She was his, to punish or pleasure as he saw fit.

Slowly, the smacks came more often, and the rubbing was shorter, and before long, the rubbing had stopped, and he was giving her a good spanking. Lifting his hand again and again, he covered her entire bottom with quick, firm strokes.

After a while, he told her to stand up. He lowered her shorts and panties, telling her to step out of them when they hit the floor. He also relieved her of her socks, meaning she was completely bare from the waist down. "Turn around." She did so, and he studied her pink bottom. "Looks like we've got a long way to go yet, Jenny."

"Yes, sir."

At his command, she lowered herself over his lap again, and he continued the spanking. Hard slaps covering her bared bottom, and she was moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure. At some of the harder strokes, she would give off a small kick or a barely audible yelp – music to his ears.

Slowly, her bottom turned from pink to red, and they loved every second. At last, David told the naughty girl to stand up.

"I want you to go stand in the corner now," he said. "I want you to stand here, hands on your head and bottom on display, while I finish locking up. If you move before your time is up, when we get home, I'll take you back over my knee and give you a dose of the hairbrush before sending you off to sleep."

"Maybe I'd like that."

"But if you're a good girl and stay in your corner, I'll take you over my knee and give you a dose of the hairbrush, and then bend you over the table and fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

Jenny stood there, hands on her head as she wondered what she looked most forward to.