I did not return Friday, I lay in bed furious with myself for my inactivity and him for his abusive treatment of me. My Butt still throbbed and each time I peeked it glowed red. Should I tell my parents, they would certainly call the police. But then I would have to admit to succumbing to another man, to being overpowered by a real man's man. My word against his, me single, small, barely shaving, unable to keep any girlfriend against him, married, virile, hairy, a masculine hunk of a man. They would defiantly say I wanted it and my parents would think it too.
So I decided to draw a line under it, blank it from my mind. Never ever walk near that place, let alone ever see him again. His smirking face still burnt in my memory after reducing me to his subordinate.
I told my parents I wasn't feeling well and decided to start looking for work elsewhere, combing the internet sites. Anything to block the experience from my mind, but it kept on sinking in. His smell, the sound, the feeling on his hand hitting my butt, the shame, and my cock is rock hard again.
I couldn't shake the memory and or stop the intense feeling of excitement anytime I did. My cock was now almost permanently hard, wanking was a relief but only momentarily. Throughout the weekend the shame subsided and the eroticism grew. By Monday morning I had lost the fight and I was knocking on the shop door.
"You will not be paid for Friday, now put out the front display." Mr. Kabak immediately took control of the situation, almost as if he knew I would be back. "We will discuss Friday later but I'm glad your back," and his smile confirmed it.
I jumped to it and buried myself back into my work, it was as if Thurdays's spanking had never happened. Neither of us mentioned it and I did my best to forget it, which was hard as every time I had to work the till I could picture myself bent over the counter being punished.
As it got closer to closing time I knew the elephant in the room would be near, I dreaded it. Could we both not move on and forget it, I certainly would never bring it up. As Mr. Kabak locked the door I knew this was the time, as he strolled back towards me.
"So are you ok with your spanking, you admit you deserved it," he stood over me forcing my back to the wall.
"I guess I did, I don't think it was right though, it was humiliating, " I tried to stand up to him but my voice was trembling.
His hand stroked my growing bulge in my jeans, "So why does it make you so hard, why are you fit to burst now." His hand lifted my face to his, "admit you liked it, admit you've thought of nothing but it all weekend."
My face burned red but I couldn't speak, all I could do was nod helplessly yes. My fight visibly crumbled before him.
"Assume the position," as he pointed back to the counter. "I was very angry you never showed on Friday, I thought I had lost that perfect butt." He cleared the top with one swipe of his arm, throwing food across the floor.
