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This is my very first story to the group, it was prompted by a question
posted last week in 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 as 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 group 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 (Part 2)
                           XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Steve arrived at the shop the next morning with considerably less
spring in
his step than he had twenty four hours previously. He had spent a very
uncomfortable, sleepless night following the thrashing that Kim had
obviously taken the greatest delight in handing out. As he walked
through
the doors he saw his tormentress talking animatedly a and Louise who
were
giggling in response. 
Kim turned to greet the unfortunate man as he approached. "Good morning
Steve, slept soundly did we?" She asked enthusiastically. This prompted
a
renewed bout of giggling from the two young girls, and an embarrassed
look
appeared on his face as he wondered just how much Kim had told these
two
young ladies who had caused him so much misery yesterday. He didn`t
have to
wonder for long, Samantha stretched her hand behind him and gave him a
sharp
swat on his behind. "Still a little sore are we?" She laughingly
enquired. 
"Miss Pringle has told us all about it, " added Louise. "You`ll have to
be
especially respectful to us in future, you wouldn`t want us to have to
complain to Miss Pringle about your attitude, would you?" She was
smiling
smugly, revelling in a degree of power that she had never before
experienced.
"Too right," Kim confirmed. "You know what the penalty for that would
be."
The red-faced wretch in front of her knew only too well and his gaze
fell to
the floor as he nodded in understanding.
"OK, I`ve lots of work to do, please don`t disturb me unless it`s
urgent,
keep him busy." Kim addressed the two girls before heading towards the
office.
"Wow! Did she really thrash your bare arse?" Asked Samantha excitedly
as Kim
closed the door behind her.
"Did she leave any marks? Can we see? Joined in Louise expectantly, as
Steve
squirmed, hopping from foot to foot.
"Look girls, that Kim is a kinky nutcase, but she`s got me by the
balls, I
have to go along with her until her Father returns. Please don`t make
this
any worse for me than it already is. I don`t mind fetching and carrying
for
you, but can`t we be friends and forget about all this respect
nonsense?"
Steve pleaded.
"And why should we want to do that? Samantha smiled sweetly. "This is
going
to be fun, it will make coming to work enjoyable, it`s probably the
only
opportunity I`ll ever get to have this sort of authority over a man,
I`m
going to make the most of it."
"Too true," chimed in Louise. "I don`t think that Miss Pringle is going
to
be pleased to hear that you think that she is a kinky nutcase. Another
taste
of her belt again tonight I`d imagine."
As that unthinkable possibility flashed through Steve`s mind, he
desperately
tried to diffuse the threat. "Alright Miss Louise, you win. I will do
whatever you or Miss Samantha asks of me, only please give me another
chance
and don`t tell her what I said."
Louise looked thoughtfully at her friend before deciding to offer Steve
a
way out. "We will overlook your remark, providing we can have a look at
the
marks that Miss Pringle has given you." Samantha nodded
enthusiastically in
agreement, eagerly looking forward to the show.
"Oh no! I couldn`t posibly do that," groaned Steve. "Surely you can`t
expect
a man of my position to humiliate myself in front of two young girls?"
"And what position would that be," enquired Samantha. "From where we`re
standing it looks as though `slave` is the best word to describe your
position at the moment. We don`t want any further argument, it`s up to
you.
Either you are waiting for us in the stockroom in five minutes, bending
with
your bare arse exposed for inspection or we go straight to Miss Pringle
with
your estimation of her."
The gloating girls turned to leave him wrestling with his dilemma.
After a
couple of minutes he shuffled to the stockroom, knowing that he had no
choice. He would do anything to avoid a repeat of last night`s
terrifying
experience and knew that Kim would most certainly jump at any excuse to
do
it again.
The stockroom door creaked slightly as Samantha pushed it open, her
bright
blue eyes sparkled when she saw Steve bent over in front of her. "Wow!"
Was
all she said over and over again as she gently traced her fingertips
over
the reddish-purple bruises that decorated his naked behind. "I`ll bet
that`s
still pretty sore, she really must have laid it on hard," she added
admiringly. She imagined the pleasure that Kim must have experienced
while
inflicting such a thrashing and yearned for the opportunity to add to
his
misery herself. She walked to some shelves in front of him, and as she
searched through various boxes he was treated to an enticing rear view.
Her
short red dress lifted even higher as stretched to the very top shelf,
standing on tip-toes, the thin heels of her matching strappy red
sandals
leaving the floor.
"Ah, here we are," she announced triumphantly, removing a white tennis
shoe
from a light blue box. She slapped it experimentally against the palm
of her
hand. The evil grin on her face expanding all the time. She sauntered
to his
rear and laid the cold rubber sole against his very tender behind.
"No way. Enough is enough," protested Steve. "If I have to take it from
the
Boss`s daughter that`s one thing, but I`m not going to take it from you
too."
He straightened up and began to pull his trousers up from around his
ankles. 
"OK, have it your way," Samantha replied matter of factly. "If you want
me
to tell Miss Pringle about your remarks, as well as the complete lack
of
respect that you`ve shown me, then I`m sure she`ll give you something
far
worse than this." She was still tapping the sole firmly against her
hand as
she waited for his decision.
With an air of resignation, Steve slowly let his trousers fall to his
knees,
as he slowly bent forward, Samantha bared her sharp little white teeth
in a
grin of satisfaction and carressed his bruised buttocks with the cold
sole
once more.
"I`m glad to see that you`ve understood the situation, I`m only giving
you
ten, although by the look of it, you will certainly feel the full
benefit of
each of them." Almost immediately the tennis shoe slammed into his
battered
arse. A red blotch appeared immediately and Samantha looked down in
satisfaction as she laid on number two. Number three brought a howl of
protest from Steve and although the stockroom was in the otherwise
deserted
basement and the door was closed, she had to warn him to keep the noise
down, adding that he wouldn`t want to alert Miss Pringle.
Numbers four, five and six splatted into the tormented flesh which had
now
returned to the all-over rosy glow of the previous evening. Such a
satisfying sound, thought the young girl as she added number seven.
Such
power and excitement too, she thought. She was sure that her little
panties
were beginning to get quite wet from the thrill. 
The last three were laid on in quick succession, with all the force
that her
delicate frame could muster. As he began to rise after his ordeal, she
could
see his face was bathed in sweat, and was that a tear in the corner of
his eye?
"Don`t bother to get up ," she barked at him. "Louise wants a look as
well,
I`ll send her down to see you as soon as she`s finished with the
customer
she was with. "When she comes down I want you to ask her for another
ten,
and as she lands each one, you will ask her for it harder. Understood?"
She
asked him sweetly as she forced the tennis shoe into his mouth for him
to
hold, making it impossible for him to reply. "Make sure that`s still in
place when Louise comes to visit you." With that, she turned on her
dainty
heel to leave him alone to ponder upon the terrible situation in which
he
was immersed.
Louise had just finished making a sale to her customer when Samantha
returned from the stockroom. She walked up to her young friend with a
smile
that said it all.
"Did he show you," enquired Louise excitedly.
"Oh yes, it makes a very pretty picture. Go down and see him, he`s got
something to ask you," replied the pony-tailed blonde mischeviously.
Louise needed no second invitation and hurried away to visit the
waiting Steve.
As the stockroom door slowly opened, Steve`s buttocks began to twitch
in
fear of the continuance of his ordeal. He stood up to face his latest
torturer, she was provocatively dressed in a see-through white blouse
through which her nipples were clearly visible, a tight black leather
skirt
and flat-heeled black leather boots completed the devestating
appearance
which was topped off by her thick black hair which was cut into a short
bob.
"OK, let`s have a good look, Stevie boy, "demanded Louise confidently.
Steve immediately turned around and bent over, as she brought her head
down
for a closer inspection, he could feel her breath on his, oh so tender,
backside.           "Very impressive. Sam tells me that you`ve got
something
to ask me, what is it then? Spit it out."
Steve literally had to do just that as he removed the tennis shoe from
between his aching jaws. "Please Miss, would you give me ten with
this," he
asked very sheepishly.
Louise`s bright green eyes widened as she considered the man`s
unexpected
request. "Well, by the look of that arse of yours, I would have thought
you
would have had enough by now. You`ve obviously developed a taste for
it."
She wrenched the shoe from Steve`s grasp, electricity seemed to flow
from it
as she continued. "Well if you like this sort of thing, then I`m
certainly
the girl to give it to you, good and hard."
Steve was about to protest that he had only made his request because
Samantha had ordered him to, but as he opened his mouth, the thick
rubber
sole smashed deep into ever-reddening rump. His senses began to
scramble,
but he was alert enough to remember the response that Samantha had
ordered
from him.
"Harder," he yelled as the full impact of her first strike hit home.
"Right, now you`ve really pushed it too far!" Louise shouted down at
him. "I
suppose Sam gave you some as well, obviously I`m not using as much
force as
she did. Well, let`s see if I can outdo her." With that she laid on the
second blow with full force.
Steve`s features contorted in a mask of pain, a strangulated cry of
"Harder"
reached the ears of the infuriated girl. In a wild sadistic frenzy she
sent
the rubber sole crashing into writhing mass of misery before her
another
dozen times in quick succession. As Steve rolled, screaming onto the
floor
in extreme agony, Louise was panting in excitement and quickly departed
upstairs to share her experience with her partner-in-pain.
Louise collapsed into laughter when she heard that Samantha had ordered
him
to yell out for it harder each time she had thwacked him. "And I
thought he
was one of those kinky perverts who actually enjoyed it," she giggled.
"Oh no, " replied her friend. "He`s hating every minute of this, that`s
what
makes the whole thing so much more enjoyable, it wouldn`t be half as
much
fun if he was actually getting some kind of pleasure from it." As she
spoke,
they noticed Steve walking very gingerly and red-faced towards an
elderly
lady customer.
The rest of the morning passed without further incident, Steve went
about
his work meticulously in order not to give the two girls any further
excuse
to find fault. It was just after lunch that Kim finally re-appeared
from her
office, she cast her eye around the store to see what Steve was doing
and
spotted him crouched on the floor filling a bottom shelf with shoe
polish
and dyes. As he knelt there, Samantha walked up slowly behind him and
firmly
trapped his right hand, that had been resting on the floor, beneath her
left
boot. Steve let out a cry, more in surprise than pain as he looked up
to see
the pony-tailed blonde grinning mischieviously down upon him. 
"Well if you will leave your hands lying around on the floor, you can`t
be
too surprised if somebody stands on them, can you? She asked. "Now if
you
ask me very respectfully, I may condescend to move my foot. Mind you it
will
have a very respectful request."
Steve boiled inside, he would have liked nothing more than to wipe the
silly
smirk off this pretty young girl`s face. However, in his current
situation,
that would only land him in really deep trouble. He had no option but
to go
along with her little game. "Please Miss Samantha, would you please
remove
your boot from my hand, I`m sorry if it got in your way."
The young girl thought for a moment as she slowly raised her right
foot,
transferring her full weight onto the booted foot that crushed her
victims
hand. As he whimpered in pain, she said "Pretty good. For a
start.......But
I want to see a little more respect. Why don`t you kiss my boot as you
beg
me this time?"
With his hand trapped, Steve had to contort his body to enable him to
twist
himself into a position to put his lips to the toe of her black leather
boot. "Please Miss, pleeease.... You`re hurting me." He pleaded as she
looked around her with an air of indifference to his plight.
"Okay then wimp, since you asked so sweetly." She twisted her sole to
grind
down hard before finally releasing him. Kim had seen all of this and
looked
on approvingly. She was just aboutongratulate Samantha when she noticed
her
friend Julie walking through the entrance. 
"Hi Julie, nice to see you," Kim called out rushing toward her friend
who
had shoulder length dark brown hair and was wearing a smart white
trouser
suit with matching patent court shoes. 
"Well, you did tell me to pop in to see you, I need some shoes to go
with
this neat little pink outfit I just bought," she replied, holding up
the
large bag she was holding. "And I`m looking forward to the special
treatment
you promised me."   
"Of course, of course. Come this way into my office and let me get you
a
drink. You can even use it as your private fiiting room if you wish,
I`ll
get an assistant to bring you a selection of pink shoes for you to try,
you
must be about a size six, right?"
Julie nodded in agreement and watched as Kim sped off to instruct a
young
man to bring a selection of pink shoes into her office. She returned a
minute or so later and led Julie into her Father`s office, before
opening
the small drinks cabinet. "What would you like? We seem to have most
things
here." Enquired Kim.
"Oh, I`ll have a gin and tonic if you have it, you certainly seem to
have
settled in rather well around here." Julie commented as she relaxed in
the
chair in front of the desk.
Kim prepared two drinks and gave one to her friend just as a faint
knock
came at the door.
"Come in!" Julie was slightly surprised at the authorative sound of
Kim`s voice.
Slowly the door opened and Steve walked carefully in, his head covered
by
the stack of five boxes which he held in front of him. He gently placed
them
down beside the girl in the white suitand waited for further
instructions.
"Well go and get my friend a footstool," Kim ordered.
"Yes Miss Pringle. Right away Miss Pringle." Steve quickly turned to
carry
out the instructions.
"Well you certainly seem to have him trained well," laughed Julie as
the man
disappeared behind the door.
"Well, I`m getting there," Kim mused. "He still needs to show a little
more
respect, but I`m sure I`ll get there in the end."
Steve returned with the footrest and knelt down to place it in front of
the
white patent court shoes.
"Stay there!" Kim barked. "I promised Julie some special treatment, her
nice
white shoes have got some dirty little splashes on them from all the
rain
out there, lick them clean for her."
Julie looked across at her friend in amazement, what kind of a joke was
this? "You`re not serious are you," she asked incredulously.
"I`m perfectly serious, Steve needs to be taught to have respect for
all our
customers and especially my friends." Kim took a large gulp of neat
vodka
and her stare fixed upon Steve in a steely look of determination.
He hadn`t moved a muscle, not knowing how to react to this latest piece
of
humiliation. He looked beseechingly up at Julie, willing her to
intervene
and put a stop to this cruelty. But Julie wasn`t about to interfere,
she was
too bewildered  and a little excited about the bizarre scene that was
being
played out before her.
"Do it Steve, don`t try my patience," hissed Kim.
It was pointless to resist and he slowly bent forward to put his tongue
to
work on the white patent leather before him. Fortunately they were not
too
dirty and, although they left a nasty bitter taste in his mouth, he had
soon
finished both shoes to Kim`s satisfaction. 
Julie, looking very flushed, took a large sip to finish her drink.
"Very
impressive Kim, that was the biggest thrill I`ve had in years. I can`t
believe that you just made him do that. How on earth do you come to
have
that control over him on only your second day here?
"Oh it`s easy, it`s all part of his training in that magic word of
respect."
Kim replied smugly as she ordered the defeated Steve to take out the
shoes
that he had brought in earlier. Julie smiled in admiration of her
friends
dominance over the unfortunate young man and contemplated just how far
that
she would go with him before the end of his training period. Steve too
was
contemplating that same question as he leapt up to prepare to more
drinks at
the insistence of the relentless Kim.
After an hour or so of trying on at least a dozen pairs of shoes, Julie
finally decided upon the very first pair she had tried on. Steve sat
exhausted on the floor surrounded by an ocean of discarded shoes that
he had
run backwards and forwards with in attempt to satisfy the demands of
the
young ladies.
"Put all those shoes away quickly," Kim ordered. "You`ve got five
minutes,
or else you`ll feel  some more leather again tonight," she threatened
him.
Julie`s eyes opened wide in amazement. "You don`t mean that you`ve
actually.... " Her voice trailed off as Kim nodded in smug
confirmation.
"Yes, I most certainly have, would you like to have a look at the
results?"
She offered.
"Why yes, why not?" Julie enthused, four gin and tonics added to all
this
excitement had left her feeling very heady. She gawped open-mouthed as
Kim
told Steve to remove his clothes for her friends inspection. As he did
so,
he self-conciously covered his genitals with his hands, trying to
maintain
some last vestige of dignity.
As he bent over the desk as instructed he could hear Julie whistle in
amazement at the sorry state of his arse.
"Looks even redder than it did last night," observed Kim. "Funny, I
would
have thought that most of the rosy glow would have gone by now."
There was no way that Steve was going to tell her about the encounter
with
Samantha and Louise earlier that morning, and so he maintained a,
somewhat
less than dignified, silence.
That silence was broken by Kim`s threatening voice. "I had planned on
teaching you another lesson this evening, but by the look of your
buttocks
you`re still learning from the lesson I gave you last night. However, I
have
not been entirely pleased with the attention you have shown to my guest
this
afternoon, you have seemed a little reluctant to please at times, a 
bit
surly. You cannot expect to get away with that."
Steve silently groaned deep within himself, he could not face another
beating on top of all that he had already had, he would lose his mind.
He
couldn`t remember how he had got there, but he found himself fervently
kissing Kim`s right shoe, pleading for mercy. 
Unfortunately for Steve, mercy was a word that Kim didn`t appear to
know the
meaning of, she let him slobber away for a minute or so before coming
to her
decision. "Since I`m not a cruel woman," she smirked, glancing over to
her
friend. "I`m not going to give you another thrashing tonight. However,
you
do still have to be punished. You must learn the importance of complete
obedience and respect. "I`ve always wondered what it would be like to
kick a
man hard between his legs, I`m about to find out. She informed him ,
her
voice trembling with excitement. Julie just stared on in stunned
silence,
she would not have believed what had happened unless she had seen it
this
afternoon with her own eyes,
"I want you to kneel facing me with your knees spread as wide as you
can.
You will then ask me to kick you as hard as I can in the balls,"
continued
the redhead.
For the umpteenth time in the past two days, Steve realised that he had
no
choice but to comply. He slowly assumed the position that he had been
instructed as Kim positioned herself for the kill.
"Julie darling, would you mind holding his hands above his head, I
wouldn`t
want any involuntary interference.
"Not at all," Julie agreed readily, anxious to witness the ultimate
climax
of this incredible afternoon.
Kim was meticulous in her preparation. She lightly tapped his testicles
with
her pointed black leather toe and took two measured steps back. 
"Okay, let`s see hear it boy, demanded Kim. The tension of the moment
was
welling up inside her as she waited to hear his request.
Tension was also welling up inside of Steve, but his tension was also
intermingled with intense fear as he prepared himself for the
inevitable. In
a voice scarcely above a whisper he heard himself say "Please Miss
Pringle
kick me in the balls as hard as you can." He closed his eyes and waited
for
the agony to arrive.
"Open your eyes boy," Kim rasped. "I want you to look me straight in
the
eyes as I do this, I want you to see the pleasure it gives me and I
want to
see the pain that it causes you.
Steve opened his eyes and silently pleaded for her not to do it.
Suddenly
she took two paces forward and, lifting her right foot back as far as
she
could, she sent the pointed black toe sinking deep into his balls. For
a
split second he felt nothing and then immediately the extreme agony
swept
over him in waves of nausea. Julie had released his wrists and he was
rolling around the floor, clutching himself in severe distress. His
screams
echoed around the office and were music to the ears of the two girls.
Kim
was in ecstasy, never before had she experienced a single moment of
pleasure
of such intensity before, and from the look on her friends face she had
thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle too. They left the office arm in arm
to
leave Steve in his misery.
"Don`t forget to clear up this mess ," Kim reminded him on the way out.
Steve hardly heard her as the never-ending pain continued to scramble
his
senses.

                                END OF PART TWO.





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