A threat to Sarah emerges

A few hours pass as you are doing all the manual labor in the store with Sarah calling the shots from the counter. In theory anyway. In actual terms you do just about everything as Sarah mostly checks her phone but at this point you're too humiliated to stand up for yourself, a reminder of your status tattooed on your stomach.

Several customers sniff the air as you move around the store, obviously noting the smell of pussy on your breath and on your person. One woman in particular seems to pay special attention to this fact, giving you a knowing look. Humiliated, you blush and turn away, focusing on tidying up a display behind you.

Your efforts are in vain however as you feel her presence right behind you and then a hand taps you on the shoulder. With nowhere to hide, you turn around with a watery smile in your face.

Standing there is that same woman you just tried to hide from, but this time you actually pay attention to her looks. The woman turns out to be a quite athletic looking blonde, wearing her hair short and wearing only a tank top and a pair of red shorts, on her feet you note a pair of white sneakers. In short, her outfit really gives a good look of her gorgeous body. Not to mention her firm B-cups. In fact she is even a good ten centimeters taller than you, making you slightly intimidated.

"So.. I smell pussy on you, boy. I could use a pussy licker at home.." Smiling at you, she invades your personal space and you back into the display, knocking it over. The woman follows doggedly.

Out of the corner of your eye notice Sarah coming toward you, boots hammering on store floor. Moments later she is there, grabbing the blonde by the shoulder, pulling her away from you.

"Back off! He's my bitch!" Snarling at the woman Sarah shows off her most intimidating side and the blonde snarls back in return. "Oh yeah mohawk girl?"

You stare bewildered at the two snarling women, not knowing what to do. Suddenly Sarah is pulling on your pants before you know she yanks them down to your ankles.

"Yeah, he is! See for yourself!" Your face burns with utter humiliation as you stand half naked in the middle of the store, Sarahs mark on full display. The blondes eyes go wide, eyebrows raised in shock and she backs of slowly.

"Don't ever touch my bitch again!" Still snarling Sarah practically throws the blonde out the store and you stare at the scene in shock, your cock and tattoo still on display for all to see. Moments later Sarah returns, grabs you by the hair, painfully, and pulls you along into the staff room and you hobble along, jeans around your ankles.

Sarah shoves you into the staff room and you fall over, into the room Sarah enters behind you, undressing as she goes, seating herself on a chair. "Bend over my lap bitch, now!"

Terrified of what is to come yet excited at the same time you climb into her lap, bending over the chair. "This is for paying attention to that slut!" Without further warning Sarah starts spanking you, hard, and you yelp in pain. Something tells you that you're in for a rough ride.