Times were hard and jobs were hard to come by. Mounfield, who did not have any special skills, pounded the pavement day after day looking for work. He was getting increasing desperate as the days slipped by and painfully aware that his little hoard was quickly diminishing. It did not make things any easier that he was forty and competing for the same entry level jobs as kids half his age.© Y Lee Coyote
Then one day he hit the jackpot. Well, not exactly the jackpot but a job. The pay was low and the hours irregular and the conditions bad and the boss nasty. But it was it was an improvement as he could continue that expensive habit he got hooked on as kid – EATING! Maybe, he thought, next year would be better.
Mounfield did not like the uniform that he was required to wear as it was like a lower grades school uniform. A plain grey shirt with a skimpy tie that did not reach his waist and grey shorts without undies. The only redeeming thing about it was that the company supplied it so was not an expense.
There were a couple of others like him and they were supervised and trained by the short tempered twenty-three-year-old Mr. Kirkman who had been there five years and had moved up the corporate ladder with increased responsibilities, pay and even long trousers.
Mounfield was only employed three weeks when he had a series of problems both in the office and with tardiness. The Boss summoned him. He reported with trepidation fearing termination.
“You’re not preforming to the required standards Mounfield.” he was harshly berated. He made excuses and promises but Mr. Saxon was not satisfied. “Either you are punished” – pointing to the paddle on the desk – “or you are fired.” snapped Mr. Saxon.
Mounfield was surprised. «Am I a school boy to be spanked?» he thought. But he needed the job to eat. “I’ll take the punishment Mr. Saxon.” he said submissively and softly.
Mounfield dropped his shorts and bent over the chair as directed. Mr. Saxon picked up the paddle and started swinging. He swung hard and Mounfield gave a low howl for the first pop and gripped the chair even tighter. Each additional pop hurt more than the previous one so by the time Mr. Saxon finished the ten hard whacks, he was sobbing like a school boy.
When he was allowed to rise the Boss was filling out a form. “You are to have this signed by a responsible adult and return it tomorrow.”
“I don’t know anyone to do that, Sir.” Mounfield whined impotently.
“I expected as much so I’ve arranged with your ‘Work Dad’ to deal with you. Mr. Kirkman has left for the day and won’t be in tomorrow. Report to him at seven in your uniform. Here is his address, boy.” handing him the punishment report and address. “Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
When he turned to leave the Boss’ office he saw that the door was open. He wondered who had watched him being spanked as well as hearing his yells.
As he returned to his work station he could tell that everyone knew that he had been paddled because of all the snickering. He was certain that they all heard him yell and cry like a boy.
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At precisely seven, with great trepidation, Mounfield rang Kirkman’s bell. He was surprised that Rex, Mr. Kirkman fourteen-year-old brother, answered. “My brother has been delayed naughty boy. He left instructions for you. You are to strip completely and wait in the corner with your hands on your head until he can deal with you. I am to supervise you, boy.”
A few questions later, Mounfield learnt that being punished at work meant punished at home just like happened to many a school boy. Rex was full of instructions about trivia and made fun of Mounfield’s small package. That extra embarrassment caused some shrinkage making matters even worse.
Version 1
The wait seemed to take forever although it was less than half an hour. When Mr. Kirkman got to deal with him, his first instruction was to address him as “Dad” or the like. Just that was shamefully humiliating but Mounfield silently reminded himself that he desperately needed that job to eat.
Dad, a.k.a. Mr. Kirkman, lectured him sternly, probably even better than Mr. Saxon had done, leaving him feeling like a little naughty school boy who was nakey. Then he was told again that punished at work meant being punished at home And that the punishment at home was – surprise – a spanking.
Dad Kirkman sat on the traditional simple but sturdy chair and directed the naughty boy to lie over his lap. Dad started with his hand and (re)redden Mounfield’s bottom with tirade of good hard spanks. Then he switched to the little leather paddle to drive the point home each whack elicited a loud yell. He swung the paddle most effectively and soon Mounfield was reduced completely to a blubbering mess as hard spank after hard spank demolished his rump.
When Mounfield returned to the corner, Rex noted what a “Little cry baby with a little boy’s pee-pee he was. He’s certainly not worthy of having man fur.”
“You’re right Rex, get the shaver and cream.” said big brother.
A couple of minutes later the order “OK boy turn around.” was given. The humiliated Mounfield did so and Rex quickly grabbed Mounfield by his little thingy and used the electric shaver to reduce his pubes to stubble. He then repeated the operation in his armpits. “Mounfield you are just a naughty, bawling little boy who doesn’t deserve man fur.” he proclaimed authoritatively. Rex then slipped on a latex glove and smeared a depilatory cream over Mounfield’s boy junk, pubis and pits to render him baby smooth.
While Mounfield tried to understand what had occurred the cream destroyed the stubble leaving him baby smooth.
Version 2
The silence was broken the ringing of the phone and Rex talking. Then he called Mounfield from the corner. “My brother is delayed and authorized me to offer you a choice. I can deal with you immediately or you can wait a couple of hours more for him. Chose.”
Mounfield felt very strange standing naked with a red tail before the well developed young teen with an Alpha personality who was only wearing tight jeans exhibiting his manly torso and bulge. When he hesitated Rex made the choice for him and he did not object.
Mounfield was then immediately subjected to a scathing lecture about proper behavior at work and the evils of tardiness. Mounfield withered even more than he had when Mr. Saxon lectured him.
“The rule is simple, boy. When you get punished at work, you get punished at home.” then he sat on the simple but sturdy chair and yanked Mounfield over his lap. The strong youth began spanking the man old enough to be his dad with great vigor. After only a few extremely effective spanks Mounfield morphed from howling to crying. Mounfield could hardly believe what was happening to him.
Rex stopped spanking for a bit and announced that the real punishment would now begin. He took the small leather paddle hanging from his belt in the back and restarted the spanking. Mounfield was soon howling like a banshee until he burst into uncontrollable bawling. A few whacks later he stopped having destroyed the older man’s rump.
Rex got the crying Mounfield back in the corner but facing out. “You are not a man but still a blubbering boy with a kid’s pee-pee so you should NOT have man fur.” Then he used an electric shaver to mow down Mounfield’s skimpy pubes and then his axilla hair. Rex next slipped on a latex glove to smear a depilatory cream over Mounfield’s boy junk, pubis and pits.
While Mounfield tried to understand what had occurred the cream destroyed the stubble leaving him baby smooth and Mr. Kirkman returned.
After some more corner time, Kirkman counter signed the punishment slip indicating that the issue had been addressed and Mounfield dressed and to returned home. He wished that he could have afford some antipain cream but he had to suffer.
He still felt the pain of the spanking days later as he resolved never again to fail at work and hoped his hair would regrow quickly.