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I didn't write this and take no credit for it.  I repost it
periodically around the holidays as the writing slows down for shopping
and other things.  Enjoy.

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This is my very first story to the group, it was prompted by a question
posted last week on alt.sex.stories, wanting to know why there are not
many
stories appearing here these days. I posted a reply saying that if we
all
posted the one story that I`m sure we all have in us, then there would
be
enough stories for all.
I apologise in advance if the quality or content is not as high some of
our
more regular contributors (three cheers for them!) but at least I am
making
the effort to give a little back to the groups which has provided me
with so
much entertainment.
Constructive criticism is very welcome. I can learn more from one word
of
criticism than I can from a thousand messages of praise. This does not
mean,
of course, that your congratulations on producing such a fine piece of
literature will not be fully appreciated. (g)
I suppose I should be inserting the usual load of garbage here about
disclaimers, but you`ve read it all before and so I`ll just say all the
usual disclaimers apply and don`t do this at home, kids!

                                THE TRAINEE MANAGER
                              XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Steve woke bright and early on this sunny Monday morning, he was eager
to
complete the final two weeks of his training which would see him
acheive his
ambition of becoming a Manager of one of the larger shoe stores of the
Group
for which he`d worked for eight long years. As he shaved he reflected
upon
all the hard work that had got him this far. From his humble beginnings
as
teaboy/dogsbody in a very small store to his current position of
Assistant
Manager at one of their larger London stores. He had earned his
promotion
through years of hard work, both in the shop itself and also through
countless hours of studying to obtain the diplomas in Retail Management
and
Business Studies that he now had proudly framed.
And so it all came to these final two weeks, he was to report to the
shop
where the Managing Director was based, before receiving full
confirmation of
his forthcoming promotion. This was standard procedure because the MD
insisted that he fully approved of anyone entrusted with the
responsibility
of running his stores. Steve had met Mr Pringle a few times before and
was
sure that he would have no difficulty in obtaining his approval. The MD
was
a reasonable and fair man and Steve had always created a good
impression
when they had met or spoken on the phone.
As he drove the twenty or so miles to the shop, he mused over what he
would
spend his future increased salary on. His first priority was to reduce
the
enormous amount of debts that he had incurred over the past few years,
mainly due to his gambling losses. 
He was basically a rather shy young man, he had only dated a couple of
girls
in his life. That didn`t mean, of course, that he did not fully
appreciate
the dozens of beautiful girls that he attended to in his shop every
day.
As he waited for the store to open, he gazed in admiration of the
attractive
young lady who was walking along the street towards him. She must have
still
been in her teens and her pretty face was framed with fiery red hair
which
cascaded half-way down her back towards her black ultra-short skirt. As
Steve admired her long, shapely legs, he estimated that she was about
5ft
8ins tall. But the four inch black leather spikes that carried her so
majestically towards him, elevated her to a full 6ft.
As she got closer she caught his stare and returned it with a warm,
friendly
smile. Steve immediately became embarrassed and turned his eyes to the
ground. Suddenly the click-clacking of her heels stopped just in front
of
him. He looked up to see this gorgeous red-head extending her handshake
towards him, as shook her hand he desperately searched his memory to
recall
her, surely he would have remembered such an attractive young girl.
"You must be Steve," she announced in a very haughty, upper-class
voice.
"I`m Kim Pringle, I`ll be working with you very closely for the next
two weeks."
"Uh, yes, hello, how did you know who I was?" He managed to stutter
out,
still a little overawed by her approach.
"My father told me to expect you and we don`t get that many young men
dressed in suits and ties waiting on our doorstep for us to open." She
turned her key to unlock the front door and Steve followed her inside.
As
she turned on the lights, two other young ladies arrived through the
front
doors. Both were about the same age as Kim, and although quite
attractive,
neither could match her beauty. Kim introduced the girls as Samantha
and
Louise and told him that they would be working alongside him in the
Ladies
Department. She then asked him to follow her into an office where she
sat
down behind a large desk and offered him a seat before her. As Steve
sat
down, she passed a white envelope, which was addressed to him, over the
desk.
"From my father," she said as she lit up a cigarette.
Steve opened the envelope with nervous fingers, wondering why Mr
Pringle
wasn`t here and how it might affect his impending promotion. As he read
the
letter, Steve discovered that his MD had had to fly over to South
Africa
where his mother was critically ill. He informed Steve that his final
appraisal with regard to his Management suitability would be entrusted
to
his daughter, Kim. Although she had had no day to day knowledge of
running
the shop, she was receiving a University education which Mr Pringle
thought
of as essential if she was to take over the business when he retired.
He
asked Steve to give his daughter the same respect as he would give him
and
made it perfectly clear that he would give his daughter`s final
assessment
full backing.
As Steve finished reading the letter, a wave of relief swept over him.
Surely she would be easier to impress than Mr Pringle, after all, she
knew
nothing at all about the shoe business.
"Is that all perfectly clear, Steve? It was fortunate that the
University is
closed for holidays, it means that I am able spend two weeks here
getting a
little practical experience as well as earning the new pony that my
Father
has promised me for doing so." She took a long puff on her cigarette as
she
looked across at him for any comments about the situation.
"It`s all perfectly clear Kim." He replied trying to ignore the
swelling
that she was causing to grow within his trousers.
"Well, if it is so clear,then why are you adressing me by my first
name?"
She asked incredulously.  "You wouldn`t dream of calling my Father,
Bob,
would you? And does not the letter say that you are to treat me with
equal
respect?" 
"Err I, I`m sorry Miss Pringle," stammered Steve, quickly re-appraising
the
situation and realising that things would not be quite so easy for him
as he
had at first thought.
"That`s better," a smile played over her lips. "Respect is a very
important
issue in my book. Respect for your customers, respect for your
colleagues
and, most importantly of all, respect for your Bosses, and for the next
two
weeks I am your boss and you will show proper respect or my assessment
will
not be a favourable one." She watched him squirm uneasily in his chair
as he
began to fully understand the situation. She was loving every minute of
this. For years she had visions of what it would be like when she took
over
her Father`s business. How good it would be to command immediate
respect and
fear. The thrill of the power that that position of authority would
give
her. Not quite the power of life and death, but certainly the power to
seriously harm someone`s career and greatly affect their life if they
did
not conform to her requirements. She had spent two hours on the phone
the
previous evening impressing all her friends, that at the tender age of
18,
she would be in total charge of her Father`s business for a few weeks.
She
even invited them all to visit the shop and promised them that, as
friends
of hers, they would receive special care and attention.
She paused for a few moments to let the threat of a bad report hit
home. "As
I have no prior knowledge of your capabilities, I think it would be
best if
you worked your way up from the bottom over the next two weeks.  You
will
begin in the Ladies Department with Sam and Louise, and then , if your
work
and attitude is satisfactory, you can go on to other more Managerial
tasks.
This way I will be able to give a better overall assessment of your
capabilities." She picked up a phone and spoke to Louise, seconds later
the
girl knocked at the office door and was told to enter. Kim explained
the
situation to the salesgirl and asked her to report back to her
regarding his
progress at the end of each day.
Steve was furious, it was one thing having to take orders from
Pringle`s
daughter, but Louise was only just out of school and he, with all his
experience and qualifications was being put in her charge. He opened
his
mouth to protest but thought better of it, he didn`t want to get on the
wrong side of Kim this early on.
The morning passed without incident, Louise and Samantha quickly
adjusted to
the situation of having someone to do all the running about for them.
Whenever their customer`s wanted to try on shoes, they just shouted to
Steve
to fetch and carry for them. It was only a matter of time before Steve
could
take no more and after Samantha had ordered him to fetch the umpteenth
pair
of shoes for a particularly fussy young lady, he threw down the boxes
he was
carrying and stormed into Kim`s office. She sat, her elegantly shod
feet
resting on the desk in front of her, glass in hand, with a half bottle
of
her Father`s favourite whisky beside her.
"What the hell do you think you`re doing, bursting into my office
without
knocking? She screamed at him, 
Steve was a little taken aback at the anger that greeted him, but he
was not
going to back down now. "Th..Th...This is ridiculous," he stammered. "I
am a
24 year old man with seven years experience and a wall full of
qualifications and you have me running about at the beck and call of a
couple of kids barely out of school."
Kim`s bright green eyes flashed and then narrowed as she simmered
inside.
Who did he think he was to address her like this? She calmly finished
her
drink, the fifth of the day, before deciding on her next course of
action.
Thoughts of her superiority, fuelled by the alcohol, flooded her mind.
This
working class piece of dirt had no respect for her judgement or her
position. Respect, yes that was the crux of it all. She herself had
been
taught respect from a very early age at the end of her Father`s belt.
It
hadn`t done her any lasting harm, she thought. Discipline is the way to
teach respect. Her Father had regularly disciplined her until she was
fifteen and her Mother died. She poured herself another drink and
decided
that she would teach this insolent male pig a lesson in respect, or
alternatively, she would ensure that his career came to a sharp and
abrupt end. 
"Okay you insubordinate piece of shit, you really due need to be taught
some
manners," she spat at him. "I think I`ve seen enough to make my
assessment
of you right now, and I think you know what that will mean."
Steve swallowed hard, surely all his years of hard work couldn`t be
destroyed by his justifiable outburst. But as he quickly considered the
situation further, he realised that this is exactly what could happen.
His
future with the Company was in the firmly in her delicate hands, and
right
now those hands seemed to be tightening their grip with every passing
second.
"Look Kim, I apologise, it was wrong of me to burst into your office
like
that, but you must understand how degrading it is for me to have to
fetch
and carry for those two young girls." He said pleadingly. 
"It`s Miss Pringle to you scum, and of course I realise that it`s
degrading
for you. But I believe that if you want the right to give orders as a
Manager with us, then you have to be able to prove that you can take
orders
yourself. You have failed the first test, I think it probably be best
if you
parted with the Company entirely, I can assure you that I will see to
it
that you have no future here." She smiled smugly at him and drank in
the
heady power of the situation. This was her first taste of the authority
that
she had fantasised about for so long. Now that it had arrived, the
reality
was even more intoxicating than the fantasy. She was determined to
press
home her advantage to the full and continued. "Remove yourself from
these
premises at once, your severance pay will be sent on to you."
Steve sat on the edge of his seat gripped by fear. Only a few short
hours
ago he had been been looking forward to the extra cash that his
promotion
would bring. During those last few hours his world had disintergrated
around
him, and all at the whim of the stuck-up little bitch in front of him.
Who
did she think she was to so totally ruin his life? She`s the MD`s
daughter,
that`s who she is, he answered himself immediately. And in the
circumstances, she had the absolute authority to carry out her threat.
He
would have to try to appease her, to persuade her to give him another
chance. It was all so unfair, but what choice was there if he wanted to
save
his job.
"Look Kim, I mean Miss Pringle," Steve corrected himself. "Maybe I was
wrong
to raise my objections with you, your assessment methods are unusual,
but
I`m sure they will work very well. He went on appeasingly. Let me go
back to
the shop with Sam and Louise and I will not give you any further
trouble."
"I`m afraid that it`s gone too far for that Steve," she replied taking
another long sip of her neat vodka. "Disobedience requires punishment
and
the only way I will allow you to continue is for you to apologise to
the two
girls in the shop for your outburst and to show them a lot more respect
in
future.  If you want to
remain with us, you will address them as Miss Samantha and Miss Louise
in
future. It will be a continual reminder to you that my main criteria
for my
assessment is respect. Remember that word well respect is the key to
you
either progressing further in your career with us or joining the
unemployment figures."
   Steve was in despair, he could not imagine humiliating himself
before
those young girls. But the alternative was too terrible to imagine. He
knew
that he had no choice other than to go along with it. After all, he
would
not be spending many days in that situation, he would be moving on to
duties
more suitable to his credentials. "Alright," he said finally. "I will
do as
you ask, I will apologise and show the respect that you ask for when I
speak
to them."
   "Good, that`s a start. "Kim announced. "That will deal with your
tantrum
in the shop. Now for the more serious matter, bursting into my office
and
trying to tell me how to do my job."
Steve cringed deep inside, this beautiful bitch wanted to twist the
knife
some more. He braced himself for what was coming next.
"As I said earlier, Steve, the only way to teach respect is through
discipline and the most effective discipline I have ever received was
lying
over my bed while my Father belted my backside." She was quivering deep
inside as she imagined what it might be like to be the person holding
that
belt. "The other condition to your continuance with us is that you will
submit to physical punishment whenever I feel that you are lacking in
respect."
You....You can`t mean that you would actually..."
"Yes, that is exactly what I mean," interrupted Kim, her pretty
features
transformed into a mask of sadistic pleasure. "I will have the pleasure
of
thrashing some respect into that backside of yours. It`s your choice,
there
are no other alternatives, you have thirty seconds to decide."
Steve slumped in his chair, defeated. He knew that there was no
alternative
to going along with this power-crazy young woman`s plans. And anyway it
might not be all bad, if she was into kinky sex things like spanking,
then
they may enjoy other more pleasurable kinky sex afterwards. He
moistened his
drying lips and said "Okay Miss Pringle, I will do as you ask. Anything
that
is necessary for me to stay on with the Company and enable me to
receive a
favourable asessment."
Kim bubbled inside with excitement at his words. Now she could really
have
some fun in exercising her new-found power.
" On your feet then young man," she ordered. "Your first job is to
apologise
to Loise and Samantha, and don`t forget their correct form of address
or I
will be forced to add to the twenty four stripes that I intend to put
across
your arse tonight.
Steve rose shakily to his feet, the mention of his forthcoming taste of
pain
causing a shiver of fear to run up and down his spine. The shop was
empty
when Kim presented Steve to the two young ladies to offer his
apologies. Kim
informed Samantha and Louise that Steve had an apology to make and
invited
him to continue.
Steve stood looking down at the floor just like a naughty schoolboy as
he
began his apology. "I`m very sorry Miss Samantha and Miss Louise for my
outburst earlier, I know it was very wrong of me to throw those boxes
on the
floor in front of you and I promise that I will give you both more
respect
in future."
He was still staring at the floor, not daring to look either of them in
the eye.
The girls loked at each other and giggled like the schoolgirls that
they
were only a few months ago. 
Kim smiled triumphantly as she told the girls about Steve having to
call
them Miss in future and asked them to report any sign of lack of
respect to
themselves or to customers directly to her.
It was close to closing time and Steve had kept himself out of the way
by
tidying up the stockroom all afternoon. He couldn`t face two giggling
girls.
As Samantha and Louise prepared to leave, they both put their heads
around
the corner. "Goodnight Stevie boy," taunted Louise. 
"Don`t be late in the morning," followed up Samantha.
These two little minx`s were loving every minute of this new game they
had
to play and Steve thought for a moment of making some sarcastic reply.
However, he managed to check himself just in time, and by the time he
had
opened his mouth only "Goodnight Miss Samantha, Goodnight Miss Louise
came out."
The girls disappeared tittering to themselves and Steve was left alone
once
again to ponder how on earth he had managed to get himself caught in
such a
humiliating situation. Five minutes later Kim announced that it was
time for
them to leave. She told him to follow her car home and that he could
look
forward to a warm reception when he got there. 
For twenty minutes or so he followed the gleaming bumper of Kim`s
sports car
until she pulled into her long driveway in a secluded spot in the
countryside. He had been praying for a police car to spot her weaving
from
side to side, no doubt a side effect from the vodka that she had been
drinking all day.
She led Steve through the front door and told him to wait for her in
her
Father`s study. She returned a few minutes later , in her hand she
swung a
doubled up black leather belt, it looked a frighteningly sturdy
instrument
and was about three inches wide, made of leather that looked to be
about a
quarter of an inch thick.
"Sorry to keep you waiting little boy," she said as she slapped the
belt
down lightly upon her left palm as if to test it out. "I was looking
for the
same belt that my Father used to use on me, but I guess it`s been
thrown
away now. Never mind, don`t be disappointed, this belt of mine is every
bit
as thick and it`s an inch wider too, so that`s a bonus," she beamed
happily.
Her mind was racing, she still wasn`t too sure whether he would let her
go
through with this, but she didn`t have to worry. If receiving twenty
four
strokes from this young lady would save his job, he would be prepared
to
accept them.
She ordered him to remove his clothes. Within minutes he was standing
in
front of her clad only in boxer shorts. "And those too," she growled.
"I
want you to feel the full benefit of this lesson in respect."
Kim thought she saw a tiny tear escape from the corner of his left eye
as he
slowly slid his shorts down past his knees. This was getting better and
better she thought as she fed upon his fear and humiliation. 
"Over the desk, " she commanded. He slowly obeyed, gripping the far
side of
the desk as he did so. "Right, so it`s twenty four and you will count
each
one. If you forget to count, you get it again. If you fail to keep your
arse
presented for the next lick, then we begin all over again."
She stood over him with the thick doubled up belt poised behind her
left
shoulder, she surveyed the glorious scene, taking in the very pale
buttocks
that were presented to her for her pleasure and amusement. She could
hardly
wait to start, but at the same time wanted this moment of intense
anticipation last forever.Suddenly there was a whoosh of air followed a
split second later by a resounding SPLATTT....
Steve had prepared himself for pain , but he could not even have
imagined
pain as terrible as this, his backside had been transformed with a
three
inch swathe of fire that covered both cheeks. She paused for a moment,
to
view the results. What an excellent start, the impact of the leather
had
left a perfect strip of red agony painted across the width of his arse,
and
joy of joys, he had forgotten to count. She casually informed that the
first
one was to be repeated because he had forgotten to count. "I don`t mind
little boy, don`t count at all if you don`t want to, I`ll be happy to
thrash
this arse of yours until it bleeds if necessary." She smiled at the
image
that threat conjured up in her mind. "Hell I might just do it for fun
anyway," she laughed as she brought the leather crashing down for the
second
time SPLATT.... Steve let out a high pitched scream of pain as the belt
landed in almost exactly the same spot as the first. Just in time he he
managed to yell "one."
"That`s one thankyou Miss," she informed him. But I`ll let you off that
one
mistake, I`M sure there will be many more to punish." 
Four more lashes zipped into his arse which was beginning to turn deep
red
over the central area. That`s the beauty of having such a wide belt
thought
Kim, almost every stroke to those pain wracked buttocks is going to be
an
overlay of some sort. Steve, in the meantime was twisting and screaming
over
the top of the desk like a madman. Kim lightly ran her fingertips
across the
raised welts that totally covered his arse from top to bottom. She was
in
seventh heaven and her excitement was translated into a definite
wetness
between her legs. On and on it went, Kim was remorseless in her
self-appointed duty. At twelve she stopped for another inspection and
was
delighted to discover that there were several purplish blotches
beginning to
form. Despite his ravings, Steve had amazingly remembered to count each
stroke. 
She suddenly switched her target area to the backs of his thighs, this
if at
all seemed to produce an even louder shriek from her victim who still
managed to shout iout the number thirteen. The next five lashes were
actually eight, because he finally seemed to lose all control, he was
bellowing like a wounded bull. Back to his multi-colour arse for the
final
six, thought Kim as she brought down the belt with full force was
again.
This time he squirmed so much that he nearly fell off the desk-top.
"OOoh.... Yes, that`s it, fall off and then I have the perfect excuse
to
start all over again, you know the rules." Kim was actually licking her
lips
in anticipation at such a thought, she hadn`t drawn blood yet and that
was a
slight disappointment to her, but given another full twenty four lashes
,
she was sure that his bruised and battered behind could be transformed
into
a bloody mess. She continued her task with renewed vigour, her sole aim
was
to thrash him onto the floor to enable her to begin the fun all over
again.
Somehow, the exhausted victim managed to stay on top the desk. It must
have
been purely a reflex reaction because he had been thrashed into
momentary
insensibility. Amid his continuing cries and screams he was shouting
gibberish as he tried to come to terms with the tapestry of pain that
had
been weaved into his buttock and thighs. 
"Get your clothes on and get out," panted Kim almost breathless from
the
excitement and a longing to scratch the delightful itch between her
legs.
Slowly he managed to haul himself off the desk as some degree of sanity
seemed to return. His skin seemed so tight and he was surprised to see
that
there was no blood on his fingertips as he very gently passed them over
the
inferno that was once his lilywhite arse. As he slowly dragged his
shorts up
over his glowing rump, Kim savoured one last look at the at the
tortured
cheeks. There was a lot more purple about the display now and she knew
that
he`d be carrying those bruises for days. Now that it was over, she
copuldn`t
wait for Steve to leave to allow her to release the tension that was
building up below, forming a moist patch in her knickers. As he finally
shuffled out of the door, she lost no time in giving herself the most
explosive orgasm that she had experienced in her young life. 

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