St: Strapping the Boss (F/M, t/M, spank, strap, role reversal)

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St: Strapping the Boss (t/M, F/M, spank, strap, role reversal)
Summary: A youth overhears his employer getting spanked by a
subordinate and a chance encounter allows him to strap the boss in a
much more manly way for being negligent.

_The following story is fiction about a youth getting to strap the big
boss. The story contains scenes of spanking and strapping. If these
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Strapping the Boss
by
Y Lee Coyote

I was on the final sweep of the day when I heard the noise from
Manager Terrence Ackerman's office. It was unusual that anyone was
still about since it was after normal office hours and the cleaners
were not due for another hour. I had to collect all the outbound
mail, make sure it was properly stamped and get it to the post office
on time. If I was late my immediate supervisor, Mr. Riefer, would rip
up my ass just like my dad had (and, I'm sorry to say, still does even
though I'm sixteen).

I would have loved to hang about to listen and hopefully get a peek at
the action but I had to keep to my schedule and route. I did listen
very carefully for it was the all too familiar sound of a hand
spanking a naked butt. I had been hearing that sound since I was a
little kid and although I had graduated to the strap, my kid brother
still got spanked by hand.

Compared to what I was used to the spanks sounded a bit wimpy and I
wondered about that. The spankee, with a low masculine voice, was
promising to be good. I lingered a little bit longer (while carefully
watching the time) and then I heard: "That's all, you naughty little
boy. Now, pull up your pants and finish your work. I have to go."

That was a big surprise for the latter was the voice of a woman,
certainly not Mr. Ackerman's voice. It could only have been Mrs.
Deroy, his secretary, who was a petite woman in her thirties. The
image I got made me laugh for Mr. Ackerman was a big man and it was
ludicrous that he was being spanked by the little lady. That was
reinforced when I heard him say: "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am." I
rushed to move on before I was seen and accused of spying or even
worse, spanked.

That night I dreamt of Mr. Ackerman. In my dream he was only a boy of
ten although of adult size. He was dressed not in his usual three-
piece suit but a sailor suit with short pants -- a little boys' outfit
-- and I was in charge of him. I heard my dream-self lecturing him
that he was a naughty little boy for hitting a girl, getting muddy and
earning a spanking.

"Please don't spank me, Daddy. Please. I'll be a good boy. I
promise." he whined. But that did not do him any good whatsoever for
I just stripped him completely and took him over my lap. A few hard
spanks turned his little bottom bright red and stopped his
struggling. He kept whining and promising and even started to cry as
I continued to spank him. The sobs turned to cries and then to full
fledged blubbering for I had turned his little bottom a hot fiery
red. When I let him up, he just hugged me and continued to cry. He
was now a well-chastened lad.

Oh, how I desired that it had been real although it was very exciting
even just in my dream, proven by the crusty deposits on my pj's in the
morning. How I wished that I could spank Mr. Ackerman for real.

§

It was Sunday afternoon and I was heading home after a day biking with
my buddies. I had separated from them because they lived on the other
side of town and this was a quicker route for me. I liked the route
because there was very little traffic and I could feel free. I was
near the middle of a stretch through the woods when I saw a car
stopped in the middle of the road. A man was by the car waving as he
was obviously stuck for this was not a place to ambush anyone. Of
course, I stopped.

The first surprise was that the man was Mr. Ackerman. He had run out
of gas. He recognized me also as one of his employees. Of course, I
had to help him. He was positive that the car was OK and he even had
a can for gas so if I could just get that filled and return it would
be great. I went back the way I had come and found a gas station. I
called my folks to let them know that I was delayed because I was
helping Mr. Ackerman so if my friends called before I returned they
would not be worried.

The gas station guy insisted that he couldn't put the gas in a plastic
container and that he would drive me back in his service truck with a
proper gas container. Once there, the empty tank was quickly refilled
and the car checked. Mr. Ackerman was delighted for the car started
right away and he paid the gas man who drove off.

He also gave me a couple of bills in appreciation and offered to drive
me home. As we stowed my bike in the trunk, I said something that I
immediately thought was very stupid. "It's a good thing Mrs. Deroy
isn't here. She would surely spank you for being negligent and
careless for running out of gas." I immediately realized how
indiscrete I had been. I tried to think of something to say but Mr.
Ackerman beat me to it.

"I'm afraid so." he said before he realized that he was admitting
anything.

"I won't tell her, Sir." I said. The devil then kicked me in the butt
so I added: "If we take care of it now -- _mano a mano_. Waiting is
awful."

<<Oh fuck! What have I said?>> I thought, <<He's going to fire me on
the spot.>> I was just about to apologize when we locked eyes. I was
frozen like I was in stasis. Mr. Ackerman was processing for his
expression was changing.

Then, suddenly he spoke, shattering the stasis field. I was
dumfounded for he agreed. Well, I certainly was not going to argue
with my boss's boss who signs my paycheck so I silently thanked the
little critter with the triangular pointed tail smirking on my
shoulder and waving his pitchfork triumphantly.

"Please give me your belt, Sir. Then drop your pants and bend over
the hood." I said. Well, he did and I got into position to strap
him. A dozen times I raised up the belt and brought it down on his
upturned ass with a loud WHACK! This was nothing like those namby-
pamdy feminine love taps he got from Mrs. Deroy but proper punishment
for a man. These were hard man cuts from a heavy belt which left him
red and knowing that he had been well spanked. Just like I knew I had
been punished after either Dad or my boss ripped up my sorry tail.

He took a few minutes to recover and then pulled up his pants. I gave
him back his belt and we drove off in silence. When we got to my
house, he helped me get my bike. I thanked him for the ride and the
money.

"It is nothing. Thank you for what you did. I needed that -- badly."

I knew I was going to have another great wet dream that night as I
walked my bike to the garage.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. February 3, 2013