Another customer, another mistake.

Kennedy was at her best the rest of the day. She paid **** attention to every order she took. She smiled at every customer. She elegantly danced around the hands that tried to pinch her tender bottom. Whenever a customer successfully landed a slap and sent renewed stings of pain through her abused ass, she held her tongue and gave a small wiggle and a smile.

When there were few customers and she had few moments to herself, she tenderly applied lotion to the bruise marks across her buttocks, and as her shift drew close to an end the pain had almost faded entirely.

And then disaster struck again!

This time it wasn’t even her fault. Suzie had been called out for punishment after making an error and had left two orders unfilled. Kennedy had just finished a table and had no pending jobs right now. So the chef called for her to deliver one of Suzies orders before the food got cold.

Kennedy rushed to obey. She grapped the tray with the burger and checked if the gentleman at table 4 wanted anything else. And there, in Suzies thankfully easy-to-read handwriting, she saw the simple word: beer.

There was only one man sitting at table 4, so Kennedy guessed it meant 1 beer. But a medium or a large beer? Kennedy dared not it interrupt Suzies punishment to ask. Doing so would only anger Lawrence. He would either heap additional punishments on Suzie or, worse still, turn his anger on Kennedy.

Cursing her fellow waitress for landing her in this predicament, Kennedy poured a large beer and went over to table 4.

“Your food, sir. I apologize for the delay, we’re very busy at the moment.”

“No problem.” The customer was a man in his early 30’s. He was elegantly clad in business attire, and had spent his wait reading a newspaper. As he out the paper away to enjoy his meal, he immediately noticed the beer. “What is this? I ordered a medium beer. Is this a medium beer?”

Kenedy’s heart sank. Her left hand instinctively sought to her ass, which had already been so thoroughly punished today. Then she sank to her knees before the man.

With tears already welling up in her eyes, she put her hands on his knees. With her naked behind sticking out behind her, it looked like she was ready to lean in and start blowing him right away.

“Please sir. Don’t make me return it. I’ll bill it as a medium beer. You don’t have to drink all of it, I’ll pour it out. If you report it, you’ll just get to spank me. If you let it slide, I can do so much more.” She thought back to the pain as Lawrence had dildoed her ass. He would be furious if she made a mistake again, even if it wasn’t her fault.

And then she saw Lawrence making his way over. He must have finished poor Suzie already.

“What is going on here?”