Shannon "Sassy" Jones was in the kitchen of her family's restaurant finishing the closing side work. Her brother Cole was in the dish area finishing the dishes from the cooks.
Mama's Kitchen had been opened 40 years ago by Sassy's grandparents. Now it was run by her father Jack and his brother John. All of the kids worked there from the time they were old enough to get a work permit. Her mom and dad met at the restaurant, she had been hired as a server. John had 3 kids with 2 different women, he married 3 women and it never worked out because as Sassy's mom once said, John was kind of a misogynistic scumbag. He liked the waitresses dressed in short, tight, and low cut. Even his daughter and niece had to wear the uniform to wait tables. The steady stream of truckers, frat boys and local perverts kept the cash coming in. Her mom was adamant that Sassy could not work there. Jack, however, insisted that she work at the restaurant to make it through college.
Sassy hated the uniform. She was not built for the skin-tight outfit. Her ass was too big and made the back of the skirt ride up so much that her panties showed if she didn't constantly pull it down. Her tits were so huge that her flesh spilled out the top. Her tits were mashed so tight her cleavage touch her chin if she looked down. The uniform had an apron but it was decorative at best. The frills along the side looked like a porn French maid uniform. They had to keep their hair long and there were only 3 styles allowed, a tight bun, a high pony tail or 2 pigtails.
Sassy made a lot in tips but spent much of her time getting groped, pinched and felt up. She had mentioned it to John and he told her that the customer was always right. If it was not a health code violation he would expect the girls to plop their pussies up on the table and serve them as apps. At least that is what Shayla, the longest term waitress liked to say. Girls rarely made it past 30 here at Mama's kitchen.
John was closing manager tonight and the cooks were moving fast tearing things down. John had kept all the cooks on long past the time when they should have been cut so with 5 of them doing the work of 2 they were getting out much quicker than normal. Even Cole was moving faster than normal. He was almost done and Sassy, who was the only server left still had to clean the drink machines, vacuum and clean the condiments.
"Jesus, Sass. I wanna get home tonight!" Cole scowled when she told him she still had work to do.
"You could help." Sassy said hopefully.
"Or I could give her a ride later." John said from the office. "I got some bar inventory to do yet and I will be finished about the same time as Sassy. Why don't you head out now, Cole?"
"You mind?" Cole asked Sassy.
Sassy felt a wave of apprehension shoot through her, but the eager look on Cole's face was enough to make her feel guilty for hesitating. "Of course. If Uncle John is willing, then get out."
Cole smiled broadly and ran for the door. Sassy grimaced and went to grab the condiments.
John watched Sassy on the video monitor in the office. She was busy cleaning the condiments for a bit. He used the mouse to zoom in on her cleavage. She was focused on her work and did not realize she was being watched. John lazily unbuckled his pants and let his massive cock have room to get hard. He was very proud of how he had used the labor to trap her here later than everyone else. Cutting all the servers early so that they could not do any of the closing side work was genius.
She finished the condiments and moved on to the drink machines. The first one was easy, the nozzles came off easily and she was able to soak them and wipe down the stainless backsplash. The second one had a couple of very tough nozzles to remove. John often sat in the office watching the busty servers jiggle and bounce trying to get the machine apart. Today was no exception. Sassy struggled with the slippery nozzles as they clung stickily where they were. Sassy grabbed a towel and tried that. She managed to yank one of the stubborn nozzles free but the motion caused her to hit the active spray lever. The soda water shot everywhere with the force of a firehose. Sassy squealed and quickly shut the machine down. She felt stupid for forgetting that important step.
John stuffed his hard, long cock down his pant leg and zipped up before heading out to "find out what the ruckus was". He found her dripping with water and plucking at her uniform.
"What the hell happened?" John growled.
"I forgot to turn off the machine." Sassy sighed.
"Look at this mess you made!" John yelled. "Get a towel and clean up this floor."
Sassy grabbed a towel and began mopping the floor.
"Your fucking making it worse. Get that fucking uniform off."
"What?"
"You are just getting more water on the floor. Take the uniform off." John growled.
"But-"
"Sassy, I swear that if you do not listen this minute I am going to beat your ass. You are not too old for me to take over my knee."
Sassy gaped at him. As soon as his hand went to his belt she jumped to comply. She wiggled and squirmed trying to get out of the too tight uniform. John stood there enjoying the show. She tits were barely contained in the push up bra. Her boy-short panties were the same color as her bra. She looking fucking hot.
"Now get on the floor and clean that mess up." John said grabbing her uniform and heading back to the office. His view on the monitor was not the angle he would have desired but he enjoyed it just the same. Face down ass up, scrubbing the floors was the epitome of perfection. She finished cleaning the machine dressed in her underwear.
When it came time to get the vacuum and finish the front of house, she paused. Then headed to the office.
"Um, Uncle John?"
"What?" John said glad that the monitor could not be seen from the door of the office.
"Can I get my uniform back?"
"So you can make a mess of the dining room? Um, no." John said.
"But the windows?" Sassy said blushing.
"You think that people are going to stop what they are doing to watch your fat ass vacuum?" John sneered. "Try this, hustle. I know that concept is foreign, but maybe this will help you."
Sassy flushed with shame and turned away. John watched her move through the monitor and grinned. Just how he liked his fuck-toys, humiliated and free from self-esteem.
Sassy vacuumed the dining room as quickly as she could, but halfway through, John had come out and started pointing out things she missed. When she reached the back of the bar area, he pointed out something on the floor at the back of the booth that she could not reach with the vacuum. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the table. That was when John made his move. He moved next to her shoved his foot between her legs and pressed forward trapping her. He pulled off his belt and yanked her underwear out of the way.
"I am fucking sick of your insolence and incompetence." John shouted just before he began lashing her ass with the belt. Sassy screamed and tried to get away but there was no escape. She was pinned by him behind her the wall in front, the booth from the side and the table from the other.
He moved to the side to get better leverage on the spanking. She was crying and begging him to stop. He reached under the table and grabbed her ponytail, using it to drag her out and stand her up. She was clutching his fist with both hands trying to keep him from yanking all of her hair out.
