This erotic literature contains explicit sexual content and should only be read by adults. If reading descriptions of explicit sexual activity would in any way be offensive to you or illegal for you to do, you must stop reading this immediately. Continuing to read beyond this point is your agreement that you are aware of what lies ahead and legally allowed to read this material. Thank you. The author of this story (Mikes_Fantasies) reserves all rights to this story--reproducing this story without the author's permission is prohibited DOMINATED AT WORK . (MM, cons, ds, anal, spank) Author: Mikes_Fantasies March 2005 I met Rick in the hotel where I worked while in college. I worked nights to help pay the bills and give me a little beer money. I worked in the front office and Rick was the hotel's Chef. You may want to take a look at my story, "If You Spank Me" to see how our relationship started. I worked from 11:00 at night to 7:00 in the morning. It worked out pretty well for me gave me some time to do homework during the quiet hours. I just had to arrange time to sleep during the day. Since I was the only one there at night, one of my duties was to go to the kitchen and light the grills and ovens at 4:00 AM so they would be ready to go when Rick got there at 5:00. I was usually pretty good at it, but for a few days I had been falling asleep and not getting it done. Rick was really pissed off because it gave him a late start on breakfast. He warned me that the next time it happened, I would regret it. The next morning, I was dozing in a chair behind the Front Desk when I heard a shout and felt someone slap me on the back of the head. My eyes shot open and I saw Rick and the clock behind him said 4:30. "Oh shit," I thought, "I'm in trouble now." Rick yelled, "Mike, you little shit, I was just back in the kitchen and everything is still cold." "Sorry, Rick," I mumbled. "Sorry isn't good enough, Boy. I told you that I would punish you the next time. This is it. I want you in the dining room in five minutes." The dining room was a good choice. I would be able to see the lobby in case anyone came in and I could forward the phones and answer them from there. Rick had obviously thought about this. Five minutes later, I was in the dining room pretty nervous about whatever was going to happen next. I really hoped that it didn't mean I was getting fired. I walked up to Rick who was sitting in a chair next to a table that had been completely cleared. "Yes, Sir," I said. "It's punishment time, Mike. I want you to drop your pants and underwear and get over my knee," Rick demanded. "Oh good," I thought to myself. "It's only going to be a spanking." "Yes, Sir," I said out loud as I unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants and underwear to my ankles. I climbed across Rick's knees, balancing myself on my hands and toes. Rick rubbed my cheeks with his calloused hand. "I'm going to burn your little butt. I don't know what else will teach you to be more responsible." He raised his hand and brought it down hard on my left cheek. I wasn't ready for that kind of force and let out a little yelp. I was ready for the next one, but it still hurt. Rick is a big man at 6'2" and a solid 200 pounds of muscle. He brought his hand down again fully covering my right cheek then again right in the middle. "Owwww," I moaned. "Stand by, Kid, I'm just getting started. He continued to spank me. My poor butt was really starting to hurt. I could tell it was red hot and probably bruising. I wasn't crying yet, but my eyes were starting to water. Then it happened. I heard the lobby door open and a customer enter. Rick pushed me off his lap and told me to go take care of the guy then get my ass back there. I quickly pulled my pants up and wiped the tears from my eyes as I walked to the lobby and checked the man out. He looked at my watery eyes a little strangely, but didn't say anything. I thanked him and sent him on his way. I went back to the dining room, unbuckling my pants on the way. When I arrived, Rick was no longer in the chair, but standing next to the cleared table with his belt off and doubled in his hand. "Drop 'em. Get your chest down on the table and grab the other side," he ordered. I gulped in fear and did as he said. "I'm going to give you 50 with my belt," Rick said calmly. "When you sit down tonight, you won't be falling asleep." The belt wrapped around my butt with a loud crack. I jumped and yelled. This was much worse than the hand spanking. I didn't know how I was going to last through 50. I gritted my teeth and held on. Crack! My eyes started watering again. By ten I was crying out loud. At fifteen, my legs were trembling. As much as it hurt, I noticed that my cock was at full attention. The intense pain in my ass was exciting me. My cock twitched every time the belt struck my exposed and flaming butt cheeks. As number 45 struck, I started to cum without even touching my dick. It was a huge orgasm that lasted all the way to number 50. "Liked that did you, Boy?" Rick asked. "No, Sir," I mumbled through my tears, thoroughly humiliated. "Looked like you did. Now it's my turn. Bend over that table again and spread your legs." Rick pulled a tube of KY from his pocket and squeezed some onto his fingers. He rubbed it around and into my asshole then dropped his own trousers. Placing one hand in the middle of my back, he held his hard cock in the other and rubbed the head against my red hot butt cheeks. Then he placed it against my hole and gently but firmly pushed it in a couple inches. It hurt, but not too badly and I got used to it quickly. Rick started fucking in and out, a little deeper each time until his full seven inches were riding in and out and his balls gently slapped my ass. He rode me for about five minutes when I heard his breathing quicken and felt his body tense. His orgasm started and I felt his hot cum shooting into my body. His cock jerked with each spasm. He slapped my ass as he pulled it out. My cock was throbbing again and I reached for it. "Don't touch that thing," Rick ordered. "Remember this is punishment. Now get your pants up and get back to work." Humiliated, I pulled my pants back up. He wasn't even going to give me a chance to clean myself. I went back to the desk and finished my shift. By the time I left the hotel, a small wet spot was showing on the back of my pants where his cum had leaked out of my ass and soaked through my underwear. I got home and looked at my bruised butt in the mirror. It was red and purple with crisscrossing stripes where the belt had struck. Rick was right, I would remember this one every time I sat for a few days. Strange thing was that I was still super excited at the sight and feel of my ass. As I lay in bed ready to go to sleep, I rubbed my cock until I came one more time. I went to sleep thinking that, after my bruises healed, maybe I'd "forget" the grills again.