Ups and Downs: Experiencing Highs and Lows
The newly opened store of the well-known chain, Ups and Downs, was situated in the heart of the city. With five other stores already in operation and a thriving online platform, the company specializes in selling a variety of garments for people of all ages and genders. They also sell electrical products.
Being a passionate fashion-lover, I enquired if I could apply for a job there. My dad, a just and caring man, had agreed to consider my request. However, I had to wait till my bedtime spanking sesh to know his final answer. The punishment was a result of my neglecting to clear his cup and saucer from the dining table. My mother had to take care of it, as she was due for a beating herself after sending me to my room. As the routine goes, my brother would dish out my discipline when my father is away. And honestly, I find it entertaining.
My father played fair and he only looked after my best interests, ensuring that my bro learned his authority and assertive behavior.
So, my dad decided I would apply for the job. The next day, I filled in the form and submitted it online. Five days later, I received a date for my interview. The night before, I wore my favourite outfits similar to the ones I had purchased and reviewed extensively on their website. I wore a pink lace thong, a B-Line micro mini, an Alexander Midi top and the faux snake sandals.
I showed this outfit to my brother, and he loved it so much, he spanked and screwed the daylights out of me. This is his way of celebrating any achievement. Regardless, it is still enjoyable. I wake him up every morning by stroking his cock and squeezing his balls. I learnt this trick from my mother, who being the housewife, wanted to train me the right way. My dear brother even showed me how to handle blowing a guy, and I had practiced on bananas before. While I don't swallow cock without a gag reflex, the act sometimes caused me to climax as well.
As I prepared for my interview, I was too distracted and could barely eat my breakfast. I wore my 'Celebration' puffer jacket and was early by an hour. As I entered the store, a lovely lady welcomed me in the front. She directed me to a room with other potential candidates. The first applicant had his interview before me so he left, and I was the last one remaining.
Seemingly satisfied, the man called me and we moved into a fancy room with three more people seated on chairs, two females and a male.
"Samantha Smith?" he asked, to which I didn't respond.
"Sara Smith?"
Again, no response.
"Umm, are we missing anyone?"
Meanwhile, I had jumped from my seat and walked towards him.
"Yes..I am Sara Smith."
"Hmm, just as good," he said, chuckling.
I was thrown off guard and the tears were forming. He beckoned me to follow him, and we walked to the end of a passage. There, he stopped and pulled me close enough to rub his hand on my ultra short skirt, feeling my buttocks underneath.
"Now don't worry young lady, this is a great opportunity for you today." He then told me to blow him and I did so while holding his hand. Afterward, he asked me about the B-Line micro, and I narrated everything I had researched and discovered ladies. I was amazed that one of the ladies acknowledged my outfit's similarity to the store's products, particularly the faux snake sandals. She identified my B-Line micro, Micro thong, Alexander Midi, Celebration Puffer jacket, and even questioned if the micro matched my B-Line clutch.
The manager then joked about testing the skirt out. 'Samantha', I responded. "That's better," he said.
"Tell me Sara, what is the company's policy on clients trying out underwear or the salesperson?"
"Umm..we must wear nude panties under the display ones," I said.
The room filled with laughter, and the man gave me a warm hug, emphasizing on my bare bum. He then proceeded to praise me and my perfect outfit, patting my bare bottom once again.
"Sara?"
"Yes?"
"You should familiarize yourself with the different underwear colours."
The meeting concluded with a friendly atmosphere and the man reassured that he loved my outfit choice.
"If you handed me a bikini, Miss Elizabeth, I'd strip down to show it to you."
"Of course, sir."
He helped me remove my coat and skirt. Honestly, he was almost making me naked.
Thong next, "Check out this girl's pert bottom, handprints, tire tracks, fading cane marks, did you want me to explain Miss Brown?"
"What do you mean explain, sir?"
"How you got your marks."
"Perhaps, sir, may I also take off my sweater and show you the marks on my chest too?"
I raised my arms and he lifted my sweater off my head. Besides my shoes, I was now naked, and he invited the others around the desk to touch, feel, rub, and pat my body.
"Why no bra, Miss Brown?"
"Well Miss Elizabeth, the selection starts at 32A and goes up to 38E. I'm just a 30B, and I constantly fall out of the smallest size Miss Elizabeth. I tried looking for a sports bra, but you only sell them in black or white. It would be awesome if you had different-colored sports bras. My mom thinks I'm a late developer and by my mid-twenties, my breasts will be so big they'll grab people's eyes when I turn around. I'll be that big, Miss Elizabeth."
They all laughed. "You just might, Miss Brown, you just might."
"And your marks, sir, well, we live a home discipline lifestyle in a faith-based worldwide community that emphasizes the training and correction of girls. The cane marks were from my dad; I am spanked first and then caned as my weekly maintenance to make sure I'm a good girl. If I'd been bad, he'd have added extra punishments."
"The handprints on my bottom are from my older brother, who, being older and a boy, can disciplinary me if required. He said the clothes I chose today would be a turn on, so I got spanked for it. My breast marks are from a boyfriend, I mean a friend who's a boy, and he enjoys spanking a girl's breasts to help them grow."
"It's rather comprehensive and aligned with our beliefs, Sara. How old are you?"
"Nineteen, Miss."
"Have you ever had to reprimand someone, Sara?"
"Yes, Miss Elizabeth. At church."
"Launch on, Sara."
"Anna Perkins kept talking during my storytelling, ruining it for everyone. I said if it happened again, she'd be in big trouble, Miss Elizabeth. At first, she continued, so I smacked the tops of her legs."
They chuckled again.
"If I hadn't intervened, I would have had a bare-bottom spanking from Miss Prendergast if she'd known."
"Any other church-related anecdotes, Sara?"
"Yes, sir. When I was a kid, I fell asleep in a corner during story time. My father said they looked for me all over and were worried, only to find me in the corner and wake me up. I think I got a bottom-spanking for that as well."
"Thank you for that informative story, Sara. Now, have you had any previous employment?"
"Yes, sir, I once had one. From working on Saturdays while still in school, I then worked full-time at Watkinson's the chemist shop, which closed down a month ago, sir."
"Didn't they open at the new out-of-town shopping center?"
"Yes, Miss Elizabeth."
"Then why didn't you work there?"
"Dad said I couldn't; it was two busses away, and I'd have been alone Miss Elizabeth."
My tears returned.
"Did you ever get in trouble there, Sara?"
"No, Miss Elizabeth. But I was often spanked by most department managers with a note sent home to my father."
"So you got spanked even though you hadn't misbehaved?"
"Yes, Miss Elizabeth. One of the pharmacy boys tried to get me to strip and masturbate them."
They all giggled, and my eyes brimmed with tears again.
"Okay, take a break, refreshments next door."
The others left me standing naked.
"Miss Brown, would you like something to cry over?"
"Yes, please, Sir."
He pulled out a chair and guided me over his knee; I was already weeping before the first whack hit. I was spanked and cuddled, then re-dressed.
"Do you know who I am, Miss Brown?"
"No, Sir."
"Edward Downs."
"Wow, so I just got my posterior spanked by the group owner?"
"The truth, sweet Sara. Can you start working for me from tomorrow? We're beginning to fit out the shop, and your input will be highly valued."
"Sure thing, sir. If the Downs is the one who's in charge, is there a person in charge of the opposite, like an 'Ups'?"
"Well, sort of. Miss Elisabeth is Elizabeth Lupton, so we borrowed two letters, the 'U' and 'P.' "
"Mind-blowing, sir."
"Sara, I've got your address from your application. I'll pick you up at 9 AM, is that alright?"
"Yes, sir."
"I want to make sure you're safe, and just one more thing. Do you know what might happen to my trusted employees if they disappoint me, say, let me down?"
"I reckon it's not a hug and a pat on the bare bottom, sir."
He chuckled and showed me the way out.
My father drove me to the gate, and it was 5 AM.
"Good morning, sir. Thank you for giving Sara a job, and thank you for picking her up."
"No problem at all, Mr. Brown. Think of it as a pleasure. She's a breath of fresh air."
"You have my permission to monitor her behavior and send her a message if needed, sir."
"Thank you, Mr. Brown. I rarely give second chances."
"Tell Mr. Downs what happened the night you returned home in your interview clothes."
How come he brought that up, I thought. "I was stripped and spanked very hard, sir."
"Good boy, Mr. Brown. So, Mr. Brown, be careful, you don't want to be next."
"Yes, Miss Elisabeth."
We both had a busy morning, and I witnessed Miss Elisabeth slap a girl's face and give her a spanking. Saw her over her knee. She warned, "If you want to avoid that, focus on your job."
"Yes, Miss Elisabeth."
I managed to steer clear of mischief all day, and I was called into Mr. Downs' office.
"Congratulations on your performance today, Sara. You've worked so hard. Can you guess what's next?"
I thought he meant a good-girl spanking, so I volunteered. He undressed me, admired my spanked bottom, and told Miss Elisabeth to join us. She checked my bottom and was given permission to administer a spanking. It wasn't too harsh, and she asked what I needed. I started to cry, so she massaged my legs and bottom.
"Looks like our little cane-striped slut likes this, doesn't she?" Miss Elisabeth said.
Her finger went inside me as I nodded. I stood up, and Mr. Downs came back in.
"Good girl, spanked and cuddled. Shall we dress her now? She can be like a little doll." He said we could, and I was dressed in a sexy outfit. Miss Elisabeth whispered that she knew I cummed a few times, but I didn't say anything. Mr. Downs took me home, and my dad came out to meet me.
"Hope she's been behaving, sir."
"She has been exemplary, Mr. Brown. She even asked for a good-girl spanking."
My father's lips curved in a proud smile, and there was a tear in my eye.
"I hope she thanked you, sir."
"Not today, but we'll have plenty of chances later, same time tomorrow, Sara."
I kissed his cheek and got out of the car. Back home, it was like show and tell time from my school days when I entered the house. My mum was in the kitchen, cooking. I bent over to reveal my spanked bottom.
"Mum, tell Sara what you discovered in her room."
Dad patted his knee as mum listed her findings: "A glass on the table, a sock on the floor, and an untidy bed."
"And what did you do, mum?"
"I fixed your bed, put your sock in the wash basket, and brought your glass down."
"And Mum, tell Sara what you got as a reward for tidying up but didn't mention it."
"Over daddy's knee for a spanking."
My spanking began.
"Above the sofa, you'll find your belt - you deserve it.
I didn't catch the rest of their chat since I was shedding tears.
'Clean up the mess from dinner and then go to your bedroom and be ready when I'm upstairs.'
Besides being punished and undressing for my daddy, I also had to hit the sack straight after dinner.
It wasn't a big deal though; I was exhausted from working, and doing my best to be a well-behaved girl."
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