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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 3)
                           XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The next few days were relatively uneventful for Steve. He still had to
do
all the running around for Samntha and Louise, and still had to suffer
their
humiliating remarks. They even had him kissing the toes of their shoes
every
morning as he greeted them. But at least he did not upset them enough
to
warrant any further physical pain.
Saturday morning arrived and, as it was the busiest day of the week,
they
had two schoolgirl helpers in the Department. He was introduced to
Michelle
and Amanda by Kim and was relieved when she didn`t, at least, humiliate
him
in front of the two sixteen year olds. That didn`t stop Samantha and
Louise
from ordering him around as usual and Amanda seemed quite concerned
about
the treatment he was getting.
"Why do you let those two boss you around so much?" The pretty girl
with
short black hair asked him. 
Steve certainly wasn`t going to tell her the awful truth, he couldn`t
face
the humiliation of telling her all the terrible things that had
happened to
him over the past few days. "Oh, I don`t mind, they are just playing
games
and I`m happy to along with them," he replied.
"Seems to me that they`re pretty serious about it, and you seem so
frightened of them. They order you around and you just leap to
attention, I
think you`re just a big wimp," she goaded him.
Steve cringed deep inside, if only this schoolgirl knew the whole truth
then
she would understand. "No, I could stand up to them," he gushed with
false
bravado. " They know that."
Amanda laughed at him. "I don`t think so, If you`re a real man then
prove it
and stand up to them just once. If you refuse to make their coffee for
them
this morning then I`ll accept what you say. If not, then it will
confirm
that I was right about you all along," she challenged. She gave him a
very
sarcastic smile , turned on her heel and headed towards her friend,
Michelle. 
Steve was left standing with a dilemma. There was no way that he could
refuse to make their coffees later that morning, of that he was sure.
On the
other hand, he couldn`t bear to let this young schoolgirl think that he
was
such a spineless wimp. He had to offer, at least, a token show of
defiance.
The hands on his watch eemed to speed around to eleven o`clock, as each
minute raced by Steve was sweating more and more. Michelle was serving
a
customer, but the other three girls were chatting together when Louise
suddenly looked at the clock and announced it was time for Steve to
make the
coffees. Amanda gave him a huge smile and waited for his response.
"Ooh, would you mind making them today, I`ve made them all week," he
whined.
Samantha`s eyebrows arched in anger. "Listen Stevie boy, go and make
the
coffees this instant," she shouted.
Steve was quivering with fear but Amanda was looking him straight in
the
eye, he couldn`t be degraded in front of her. "No, I won`t," he
blurted.
"Get somebody else to do it." He took a deep breath, afraid of what
might
come next. He was pleasantly surprised.
Louise surprisingly relented. "It`s alright Sam, I`ll make the coffees.
She
turned toward the kitchen as Steve heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh, and
I`ll
make sure that I take one to Miss Pringle too, I`d like to have a
little
chat with her," she called over her shoulder as she left.
Terror suddenly gripped him as he realised the implications of her last
remark. He looked over to Amanda who gave him a reassurng smile as she
turned to attend to a customer.
"Well, well, well, Stevie boy, you`ve really done it now," chuckled
Samantha. "Guess who`s going to have a sore butt tonight?"
Steve was frantic, he pleaded with the young girl to stop Louise from
reporting him.
"But you`ve been disrespectful and disobedient Steve, you know that
deserves
punishment," chided Samantha sweetly.
"Oh yes, I know, I`m sorry. Look, I know I was wrong and should be
punished,
but can`t you do it instead of handing me over to that bitch? He begged
in
desparation.
Samantha thought for a moment, yes, it had been a few days since they`d
given him a beating. She was hungry for the feeling that it had given
her
again. "OK, you win. Meet me down in the stockroom in five minutes and
I
will persuade Louise not to tell Miss Pringle."
Considering he was about to get his backside thwacked once more, Steve
was
almost overjoyed. The tennis shoe that they`d used last time was
painful
enough, but it was nothing in comparison to the belting he would
receive
from Kim.
Anxious to please, Steve waited in the stockroom with his trousers and
boxer
shorts around his ankles, as an extra attempt at appeasement, he
gripped the
tennis shoe, that they had used previously, in his mouth.
Samantha opened the door and was clearly impressed. "Wow, what a little
eagerpuss you are, are you sure you not into all this pain?" She
enquired
laughingly. "Well, Stevie, I would say that your gross insubordination
deserved at least fifty this time." She waited for a reaction, Steve
just
closed his eyes in resignation. "However, it`s your lucky day," she
added
with a mischievious twinkle in her eye. "I`m only going to give you
three.
What do you think of that?" She removed the shoe from his mouth.
Steve was stunned, he had thought that there was nothing more that she
would
have enjoyed other than giving him a severe beating. "You are very kind
and
very fair Miss Samantha," he replied with deferrence.
"Really? I wonder if you will think I am so kind after I slap this shoe
across your stupid, impertinent face three times." An evil leering grin
lit
up her pretty face.
"Please Miss, no, I couldn`t take that." Slap me with your hand if you
like,
but not with that." He looked down at the tennis shoe as though it were
a
rattlesnake poised to strike.
"Your decision boy," she said matter-of-factly. "Either you take it or
we
shall be having a cosy chat with Miss Pringle.
"OK, OK, do it. Anything but another thrashing from her." Steve knelt
and
meekly offered his face up to her.
Samantha smiled serenely as she looked down upon him, she cupped his
right
cheek gently in her left hand, paused for a moment to drink in the
memory
and brought the light brown rubber sole smashing into his left cheek.
Hard
rubber connected with soft, yielding flesh with such force that Steve
stars
and flashing lights before his eyes as he tried to regain his senses.
Finally he was able to focus again and, through tear filled eyes, saw
the
grinning, excited face of Samantha looking down upon him, teeth bared
in
undisguised glee.
A gentle tap-tap-tap on his left cheek once more, Steve almost welcomed
the
cooling surface of the sole upon his cheek, which seemed to be on fire.
Suddenly the gentle tapping ceased, a split second later his face
errupted
in agony as another blistering slap connected with an earsplitting
crack
which echoed loudly around the room. This time Steve was in real
trouble, he
threw himself at Samantha`s feet, weeping unashamedly as he kissed her
ankle-length black boots and begged for mercy.
As he slobbered away, he was hardly aware of Louise as she entered the
stockroom with a cup of coffee. "Your coffee was getting cold so I
thought
I`d bring it down to you. I thought you might be having a bit of fun.
Wow,
look at his face," she exclaimed in a mixture of amazement and delight
upon
seeing the purplish tinged red mask that virtually covered one side of
his
face."
Samantha didn`t turn,or even acknowledge her friend`s arrival. Showing
no
emotion, the blonde simply grabbed a handful of hair from the top of
his
head and pulled him to his knees to face her, there was no resistance
from
him as he hung there limply like a rag doll, awaiting the inevitable.
His
dull eyes registered the tennis shoe being raised high once more, he
managed
to croak out a "Please Miss" before the unyielding sole splatted harder
than
ever into his sore and bruised cheek. His sobs grew louder and he
groaned in
relief, as much as agony, as he realised that it was all over. 
Samantha, still clinging to his hair, dragged his head upwards,
suddenly
sent the stinging sole smashing into his face once more, before
releasing
him to allow him to drop to the floor in a sobbing, heaving heap.
"Sorry about ththat last one," she lied unconvincingly. "I just
couldn`t
resist it, I got so carried away with the excitement of it all. She
looked
around. "Hi Louise, do you think he`s suffered enough? I told him that
if he
accepted this, then I would persuade you not to go to Miss Pringle"
Louise responded with a deep, throaty laugh as she looked down upon
Seve who
was trying to stem the flow of tears. "Seems like a reasonable deal,
Sam.
Trrouble is, I`ve already seen her!" There was a moment`s stunned
silence
and then both girls errupted into uncontrollable laughter. The two
giggling
girls left the room, leaving the miserable Steve to attempt to come to
terms
with what he had just endured and what he no dobt would have to endure
at
the hands of Kim that evening. 
Ten minutes later, Steve had recomposed himself enough to return into
the
shop, he was greeted by Lucy who gave him a disdainful look before
spitting
out one word. "Wimp!" Steve`s heart slumped even lower, the two senior
girls
had obviously told her what had caused his colourful swelling cheek.
He returned to his work in an attempt to take his mind off things and
approached a strikingly attactive young woman who had just entered. She
was
obviously one of the horsey set, kitted out in white starched blouse,
skin-tight pale cream jodhpurs and black knee-length riding boots. "Can
I
help you ?" He enquired.
She turned around, she was gorgeous, her long rich red hair fell in
ringlets
down past her shoulders, her piercing deep green eyes seemed to burrow
into
Steve`s glowing cheek.
"Yes, tell Kim that Tara is here to see her," she commanded.
Steve turned to wards Kim`s office. Every step he took was filled with
dread
as he considered the reception he was likely to receive. After knocking
and
being told to enter, Steve told Kim about the arrival of the beautiful
vision in clinging jodhpurs.
She walked over to him to examine his burning cheek. "What happened?"
She
asked with sincere concern in her voice.
Steve pondered a moment before answering. Should he tell her the
truthwhich
might well lead to Samantha being reprimanded, or should he lie and
pretend
that he had a slight accident and fell on the stairs. He decided that
he had
nothing to lose by telling the truth and if that led to Samantha being
carpeted then it was nothing more than she deserved. "Samantha did it!"
He
blurted out.
"Did she? We`ll have to have a little chat with her later on. But first
would you show Tara in?
Tara breezed into Kim`s office. "Hi Kim, you told me to call in and see
you,
I`m going away on holiday next week and need a new pair of sandals."
Kim offered her a seat and a drink, Tara declined the drink saying that
she
was just about to drive over to the stables. "Whatever happened to that
poor
man who showed me in?" She asked. "His face was so bruised."
"Oh don`t waste your sympathy on him, I think one of the girls did it,
he
probably deserved it," explained Kim.
"You may well be right," replied her friend. "He seems a lecherous
piece of
work, he couldn`t take his eyes off my arse."
"Is that right?"  Asked Kim with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"I`ll
speak to him about that later." She picked up the phone and dialed
through
to the shop. "Tell Steve to come here straight away," she ordered. 
Steve knocked and entered, he stood beside the seated Tara and waited
for
instructions.  "What sort of sandals did you have in mind?" Kim asked
her
friend. "Steve will bring you a selection to try on."
The beautiful red-head looked up at Steve. "Bring me a choice of white
strappy flat sandals in size five if you will. I must say that cheek
looks
very sore."
A trace of a smile appeared on her burgundy painted lips.
Ten minutes later Steve returned carrying half a dozen or so boxes
which he
placed on the floor next to a footrest. Tara bent forward to remove a
boot
and was immediately interrupted by Kim. "Come on Steve, where are your
manners? Help Tara off with her boots."
A boot was stretched out towards him and Steve, grasping it by toe and
heel,
attempted to tug it off but it would not budge. "Hurry up Steve!" Urged
Kim
impatiently." 
He pulled even harder, but still without success. He could hear Kim
sighing
with annoyance and began to twist and tug at the same time.
"Careful you fool, you`re hurting me," complained Tara.
Kim finally lost patience, she leapt up from her seat and bent down to
Steve`s upturned face. "You`ve already got an appointment with my belt
tonight because of what Louise has told me, if you hurt my friend just
one
more time, you will really be in trouble," she warned chillingly. 
Tara`s face lit up in amazement. "Did I hear you right? Are you
actually
going to physically punish this lecherous bastard?"
"Too true," replied her friend. I`ve already given him two dozen this
week
and tonight he`s earned the same again." 
"I can`t believe that he would submit to such treatment," said Tara in
wonderment. "I would have loved to have seen his beating."
"Oh yes, his training is coming along quite well," she said proudly.
"Let me
give you a demonstration." She directed her attention to Steve. "To
apologise for hurting Miss Tara, you can clean her boots with your
tongue."
The distraught Steve was in despair, not only did he have another
thrashing
to face, but he now had to humiliate himself before this beautiful
Goddess.
He bent forward a few inches towards Tara`s feet. Tentatively the toe
of her
right boot was sretched towards him. As he slowly inched forward his
pink
tongue flicked out to touch the black rubber boot. Trying to ignore the
gasps of amazement that were coming from above him, he began to run his
tongue gently over the toe of the boot. "It`s a pity that they`re so
clean,"
complained Kim.
"Yes," agreed her friend. "I gave them a good cleaning this morning,
although I wouldn`t had bothered if I had known."
After about ten minutes Steve had finally finished the second boot from
top
to toe. Tara gave them a cursory inspection and told Steve to take them
off.
With much wriggling, pulling and twisting, the boot finally came free.
The
second boot, however, was even tighter than the first and, despite
Kim`s
urgings, it would not budge. Sensing the growing annoyance of the two
young
ladies, Steve pulled even harder and gave a sharp twist at the same
time.
Suddenly the boot finally came free, causing Steve to fall over
backwards.
"Arrgh! Oooh! You clumsy bastard, what are you trying to do? Are you
trying
to break my ankle?" Tara screamed looking at Kim for her reaction.
She didn`t have to wait long. "Right, that`s it, don`t say that I
didn`t
warn you. You`ve just increased your punishment for tonight. I will
treat
you to respect my friends if it`s the last thing that I do!" Kim
screeched.
Prostrate on the ground, Steve looked up disbelievingly. He remembered
what
twenty four felt like earlier in the week, there was no way that he
could
take any more than that number. He turned to look at Tara and saw the
self-satisfied smirk of the pretty young lady whose play-acting had
just
flung him into the depths of despair.
"Boy, would I like watch that," hinted Tara.
"No problem, just be at my house at eight o`clock and you can have a
front
row seat." Kim offered, glad of the chance of impressing her friend
with her
complete dominance over a member of the so-called superior sex. "I`ve
got an
even better idea. As it was you that he hurt, then it`s only fair that
you
should have the satisfaction of punishing him. I`m giving him two
dozen, but
it`s up to you to decide what you think he deserves."
Tara`s face beamed with delight, she had never before considered doing
anything like this, and as she now did so for the first time, the
exciting
idea really appealled to her. "Fine, I`ll look forward to that," she
replied
enthusiastically.
Eventually the more mundane task of trying on sandals began and Tara
chose
two pairs. "I`m sorry Kim, I`ll have to dash, I`m due at the stables in
ten
minutes." Tara said as she wrote out the cheque for her purchases. "I`m
really looking forward to tonight, I`ll be round just before eight."
She
looked down at the disconsolate Steve. "You will be there won`t you.
You
won`t disappoint me? I am so much looking forward to this." She gave
him a
huge smile in anticipation of the delights that were to come that night
and
then hurried off to her horses.

As the door closed behind Tara, Kim picked up her phone and asked
Samantha
to join them. Seconds later she appeared and stood in front of the desk
before Kim.
"Steve tells me that you slapped his face, is that true?" Kim asked in
a
very serious tone.
"Well not exactly Miss Pringle, it wasn`t really a slap, I didn`t use
my hand."
Kim seemed a little surprised. "Well what did you use, you`ve really
bruised
his face." She seemed a little annoyed.
For the first time in a week, Steve experienced a little joy, sadistic
Samantha was going to get her come-uppance.
"Steve, would you go and fetch whatever it was that Samantha used on
you, I
think she needs to be taught a lesson." Kim informed him. He needed no
second bidding, he almost ran out of the door and down to the stockroom
to
collect the tennis shoe that was still lying where Samantha had dropped
it.
As he re-entered the office he wondered if he would be able to stay to
witness the punishment that Samantha was surely about to receive. He
eagerly
laid the tennis shoe down on the desk in front of Kim who picked it up
to
examine it. She experimentally brought the sole down hard on her
desktop
which caused both of her employees to jump.
Moving round to the front of the desk, Kim stood before them, tennis
shoe
gripped tightly in her left hand. "Right how many times did you hit
him?"
She asked.
"Four Miss Pringle," the girl mumbled in reply.
Kim ran her fingers over the damaged flesh on Steve`s cheek, inspecting
it
carefully. "Right," she suddenly announced. I said I was going to teach
you
a lesson and so I am. "You`ve left his left cheek in a right mess, I
presume
that is because you`re right handed.The lesson I`m going to teach you
is how
to even things up. Fortunately, because I`m left handed that will be no
problem."
Steve froze inside, he couldn`t believe what he was hearing, he looked
in
disbelief, first at Kim and then at the now-beaming Samantha.
"Samantha, would you be a dear and grab his hair to hold him in
position for
me?" Kim requested.
"No trouble," replied the young girl, eagerly grabbing two handfuls of
Steve`s hair. The nightmare began all over again for Steve as the
gentle
tap-tap-tapping of the sole upon his right cheek was quickly followed
by a
blur of pain that produced a tiny tear which ambled down his reddening
cheek. The second blow felt as though it were from a plank of wood
rather
than from a lightweight sports shoe. His knees started to buckle andhe
would
have surely fallen to the floor had it not been for Samantha`s ever
tightening grip.
The third slap was accompanied by a tiny grunt from Kim as she put
everything into her exertions. He was sobbing loudly by now and thought
that
he would lose conciousness at any moment. As he waited to drift away
into
this release, the final stroke whipped across his battered face. His
hair
was released and he immediately slumped to the floor. He vaguely heard
Kim`s
voice above him.
"There you are Samantha, I hope you learned from that lesson. Always
try to
even things up, it makes for a lot more pleasing overall effect, don`t
you
think?"
Samantha nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes Miss Pringle, I`ll try to
remember
that in future." 
Kim looked down heartlessly on the blubbering wreck on the floor. "Y ou
had
better take the rest of the day off," she said. "I don`t want you
greeting
our customers looking like that. Make sure you report to my house at
eight
o`clock sharp, I`ve a feeling it`s going to be a very memorable night
for us
all!"

                                END OF PART THREE






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