Spanked at Work
Hi all, I had a little anectdote I thought some people might
enjoy. Yesterday was my birthday, I work in a restaurant, a bar
and grill. Its a very close knit group. Anyway, my manager found
out that it was my birthday and wrote it in the schedule book.
When I came in to work in the morning I was immediately greeted
with shouts from the cooks. One of my favorite cooks, Jeff,
wished me a happy birthday and told me to stay right there while
he got a rubber spatula to administer my birthday spanking.
Good-humored, I played along. The other cook on the line that
day, Scott, chuckled and cajoled me while Jeff ran downstairs
after the implement. Now, no one there knows of my kink, so it
was all innocent fun (?) But as I heard Jeff's heavy footsteps on
the stairs, I must admit that my heart was pounding awfully hard.
Bounding back into the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear and
carrying a huge (to me anyway) commercial rubber spatula, the
kind they use to scrape the batter out of the vats when they are
baking, etc. He told me to bend over, and I complied
good-naturedly, resting my hands on my knees, staring at the
kitchen floor. The first spank fell on my bottom, it wasn't hard,
but it certainly wasn't light. I felt the sting even through my
levis. "One!" Jeff called teasingly. With great fanfare
he slowly delivered twenty-one more spanks. Counting each one to
the hooting and laughter of the other cook and kitchen staff.
"Twenty-one... Twenty-two.... And now, one to grow
on..." and he gave me a sharp swat, much harder than any of
the previous, and although the spanking hadn't been hard, the
cumulative effect had caused a bit of a sting to build up in my
bottom. The last swat stung like crazy and I yelped
"OW" standing up and rubbing my bottom. I pouted
gamely, and Jeff gave me a hug and another wish of happy
birthday. Scott pounded me on the back, congratulating me, and
then sent me out of the kitchen with a sharp smack to the seat of
my jeans. With a mock glare which had them laughing
uncontrollably once more, I headed out into the restaurant to set
up for the lunch rush. Lunch went by quickly as there was a lot
of buisness, and generally, I was too busy to concentrate on the
fading sting in my bottom. Around two, the restaurant cleared
out, and the staff was gathering around the bar, per usual. I was
perched on one end, waiting for one table to finish eating, when
Craig, one of the managers and bartenders asked me to go into the
kitchen to see if a salad he's sent in was ready yet. I went into
the kitchen, finding it abandoned, (not unusual this time of day,
the cooks usually went downstairs to smoke during the slow time)
There was no salad on the counter, so I went back out to the bar,
as I walked in, I was presented with a piece of cake with a lit
candle, and all of the cooks, waitstaff and managers were
gathered around singing happy birthday. I blew out the candle,
and read the card. With thanks and smiles all around, I thought
it was all over, but one of the waitresses piped up. "I
think we should all take turns hitting her, until we get up to
twenty-two!" Now, as I said, there were still people eating
in the bar, and I felt my face burning at the suggestion. But
everyone else picked it up enthusiastically. I was outnumbered.
Craig lifted me by the waist, onto the bar. I grabbed the far
edge of the bar to keep myself from falling, but I was left
laying on my stomach. My legs dangling. One by one all of my
co-workers came up and gave me a spank, taking turns until I'd
had twenty two and several to grow on. They counted, chanting the
number of each spank. Then with much joviality, I was lifted down
off the bar, and hugged and pounded on the back, my bottom
stinging smartly. Even several of the regular patrons of the bar
had joined in on the festivities, and my cheeks burned scarlett
with embarrasment (my face :P) Utterly humiliated, but glowing
with warmth at the friendship all around me, I went to deliver
thecheck to my last table. The man took it, giving me a
conspiratal wink. He pressed a five dollar bill into my hand and
wished me a happy birthday. I went home a couple hours after my
shift (stayed to have a few drinks with everyone) and my brother
had planned something else for my birthday. But that's another
story....
Julie