At Least it's not 9 to 5

Halfway back to my apartment, I remember the ding my phone made while I was exploring the wonderful tracks of land of Melina and get it out. Huh, it seems I unlocked another achievement.

Achievement unlocked!

C-C-C-Combo Maker!: Utilize 4 different actions at the same time. 10 gems awarded.

Achievement unlocked!

Master Planner: Use at least 5 different actions to perform a single act. 10 gems awarded.

I did those? How’d I do those? Am I smarter than I think? Or are the succubi just really generous with dolling out gems? I mean, that’d make sense. They want me to keep using their app to make their food. Either way, I ain’t complaining. That boosts me up to 27 gems. I can’t play with the app right now though, I got to get to work.

I work at a small convenience store, locally owned by Ms. Cooper. I’ve worked for her every summer since starting college, and she’s honestly one of the big reasons I haven’t prioritized finding a career job yet. The work isn’t hard, it pays the bills, and she’s a great boss… With a great body to boot. She may be in her mid to late 30’s, but despite single handedly starting up and running a successful business, she still takes great care of herself. She’s about 5’8”, steely blue eyes framed in black rimmed glasses, semi tan skin and beautiful dirty blonde hair she keeps tied in a bun. She’s not as toned as Sam or as stacked as Melina, but boy does she have it where it counts.

Her breasts aren’t huge, but they’re a perfect size for her average frame and slim waist. By far her greatest asset though, is her ass. Just shy of being thicc, it’s a full and juicy bubble butt connected to her wide birthing hips that extend down to equally juicy and lengthy legs. Giving her more of a pear-shaped figure instead of an hourglass one. She has yet to catch me, but I stare any chance I get. Especially when she wears her professional, tight business slacks. Which is very often. She occasionally wears a nice business skirt, but the slacks are what really make her ass pop. I may have already decided what direction to go with for her, assuming I bring her into the fold…

She always wears a business button up shirt and blazer for her top, even in the summer as it was now. She never compromised her professional attire. Despite her non imposing stature, she always managed to command any room she was in. She’s unmarried, at least not to a person that I’m aware of. She’s one of the “married to your work” type of people. She seems happy enough, but I always thought she’d make a great mom. Despite her temper.

Some would call her a hard ass, maybe even a bitch, but she just doesn’t tolerate stupidity. She has a business to run after all, and rewards those that do their job. I’ve seen many lazy part timers get chewed out by her for slacking off until they either shaped up or shipped out. I’ve thankfully managed to avoid catching her ire, quite the contrary actually. One of the freezers broke a few summers ago and I managed to jury rig it into functioning until the repair man could come a week later. She immediately gave me a raise and I’ve been her favorite employee since. I may suck at new technology, but I have a knack for fixing things.

I manage to walk in ten minutes to three right as I hear someone shout a curse before a loud crash resounds through the store, I instinctively cringe. That couldn’t have been good. I walk towards the noise as I hear Ms. Cooper burst from her office and shout,

“What was that?!”

She marches in the direction of the crash, I get there first and peer around the shelves to see a young kid, probably no older than 18, standing next to a shelving unit. A few of its shelves collapsed, having spilled their contents all over the floor. Thankfully none of it was liquid, so I don’t think any merchandise was lost. The kid, his nametag reading Johnny, just stood over the mess with his mouth open, smartphone in hand, and eyes wide in a mix of panic and disbelief. Ms. Cooper rounded the corner and saw the mess, giving it only a moments glare before setting her sights on the young employee.

“What. Happened?” She demands.

“I was uuhhh… It just uuhh…” Johnny sputters.

“Use your words Mr. Evans!”

“I was uh, just stacking the shelves like you told me too and they broke!”

Ms. Cooper eyed him for a moment before looking at the mess again and sigh heavily, hand pressing the bridge of her nose.

“Go man the register Mr. Evens. Before you make this mess any worse than it is.” She states with thinning patience.

Mr. Eve- I mean Johnny, hangs his head like a hurt puppy before quickly slinking off to the register. After he leaves, Ms. Cooper turns and almost runs right into me, just barely managing to stop her momentum from doing so.

“Ack! Mr. Hawkins!” She says in surprise.

Yes, that’s my name. Ms. Cooper always insists on referring to her employees by their last name. Despite how many times I’ve told her Tyler is fine.

“That’s me.” I say. She quickly regains her composure and says,

“I didn’t hear you come in. Fashionably early as usual I see, thank you. I was hoping the new hire would free you up to work on the new display that just came in, but…” She turns toward the mess. “It would seem a new matter has just come up.” She responds dryly, annoyance at the situation dripping from every word.

“I’m on it. No worries.” I assure.

“Thank you, Mr. Hawkins. This is the third accident he’s caused today.”

“Yeesh. Sounds like a real winner.”

“Sigh… I only hired him as a favor to a friend and long-time customer. He assured me his son was a hard worker. He failed to mention his son works very hard at messing up.”

“I guess we’ll see if he shapes up or ships out then.”

“I guess we will. I swear if he broke the shelves because he was playing on his phone…”

She mumbles the last part as she walks away, giving me a nice view of her backside clad in her traditional business slacks. I quickly snap out of it though and get to work. I may be her favorite employee, but I doubt she’d respond favorably if I’m caught leering or using my phone during work; and I don’t want to risk this job. Custom Girls would have to wait till my break. I quickly manage to clear the toppled shelves and inspect the damage. They were easy enough to fix, the tabs on one end had bent inward a little and they just slipped out of their slots.

With that cleaned up, I went to work on the display Ms. Cooper mentioned. After helping Johnny figure out how to ring someone out at the register. It usually helps when you click the “begin new checkout” button before scanning any items, who’d have known?

The display is for the new line of summer wear, we have a small clothing section too, and I can understand why Ms. Cooper wanted me to set it up and not fresh face Johnny over there. The thing has a bunch of moving parts and an electric motor that makes a surfer riding a wave slide back and forth along a track. She really went all out this year. It takes me the better part of 4 hours before I finish it, granted a good portion of that time was spent either helping Johnny learn the ropes, or cleaning up one of his messes. If he keeps this up, I doubt he’ll last to the end of the week. Thankfully, it’s finally time for my break. I waste no time heading to the employee lounge, (or as the peons call it, the break room) whip out my phone and open Custom Girls. First try this time!

The list of names refreshes again, and I quickly find hers. Kathrine Cooper. I tap it and am brought to her locked profile just like the others. I have 27 gems to spend, time to see what options we got to work with. “Shows off Ass” for 2 gems is the first obvious one in the cart. It’s a perfect contrast to Melina’s Shows off Cleavage. Before I go any further, my conscience makes me stop myself again. How far do I want to go with Ms. Cooper? About as far as Sam? Melina? Further? I considered Ms. Cooper a friend and respected her as my boss. She’s also at least a decade older than me. Am I really ok with this?

I don’t know if it was coincidence, fate, or the succubae’s doing, but right then is when I noticed the very thing that tipped my morality for Ms. Cooper over the edge.

Proper Motivation: Target considers allowing her employees to spank her ass without consequences an appropriate reward for praiseworthy work: 15 gems

…… Sorry not sorry Ms. Cooper. It’s a little expensive but I can’t not add it to my cart. Not wanting to wait before I test it out, I go ahead and confirm the purchase for both, bringing me back to 10 gems. No hangs ups here either, I’m on a roll. More confetti explodes on my screen as her avatar fills in and another “Achievement Unlocked!” window pops up, glitched and malformed with the text barely readable. Aw well, two out of three ain’t bad; but jeez those succubae are giving these things out like candy. Regardless, I’ll check that out later, I got more important things to do. I decide to take a risk and experiment with the awareness settings, turning her awareness on for both commands to see what happens. I immediately get up and head to her office, knocking on her door as I arrive.

“Enter.” I hear her say from within.

I do so and am slightly disappointed at what I find. She’s just sitting behind her desk looking through some papers and working on her computer. I can’t see any evidence of the “Shows off Ass” command working. She turns to me as I walk in and says,

“Mr. Hawkins, did you need something? You’re still on break, aren’t you?”

I get nervous for what I’m about to do, what if it doesn’t work? This could get me fired. Or worse. I steel my resolve though, the app said without consequence, and it hasn’t failed yet. Not including the crashes. Worst case scenario I just turn her awareness off, and she should be nonchalant about it. Assumedly.

“Yeah, I am. I just… Had a question I wanted to ask you.” I manage to say.

“By all means.” She responds.

“I got the summer wear display all together and working, I was just wondering if that earned me a couple spanks on your ass?”

The fact I managed to keep a straight face through that sentence, I think deserves an Oscar or something. Just saying.

Her face goes blank, her brow furrows in disgust and shock from what I just asked, her mouth opens for what I can only assume to be a verbal thrashing and I internally curl up in a ball. But nothing of the sort comes. I look back to her and she looks as if she has a million and one things she wants to say, but nothing is coming out. She’s having an internal battle with herself, or I guess the app’s influence, before she finally settles on,

“That… Seems… Appropriate…”

She really drew out the last word, disbelieving that it was actually coming out of her mouth.

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The last few seconds were by far the weirdest in all of Ms. Coopers life. Why the hell did I just say that?! She thought. No that isn’t appropriate! It’s nowhere near the realm of appropriate! That’s nothing but sexual harassment! I know all of that is true, so why does his request seem justifiable? What the hell is coming over Mr. Hawkins to think that’s an ok thing to ask?! And why can’t I say anything about it?!

“Oh… Sweet! Would it be alright if I cashed them in here and now?” He asks.

No! It’s not alright! I should fire you for even entertaining the idea that it’s alright to spank me as some sort of reward for doing your job!... He did do a good job as always though, so maybe… What am I thinking?! Just tell him no!

“Of… Course…”

What am I doing?!?!

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I can’t believe what she’s doing! She’s going along with it! She looks as though every fiber of her being is fighting against it, but she’s apparently losing since she slowly stands up from her desk and walks around to the front of it. I notice that she’s still wearing her business slacks, but she pulls them up a bit in a supposed effort to emphasize the curvature of her ass. Worry, confusion, and fear dominating her face as she looks to her hands. I’m guessing that’s the “Shows off Ass” kicking in. She probably can’t do anything more than that just yet, like what Melina did with her shirt, otherwise her attire wouldn’t be professional; and I doubt she brought a spare set of pants with her. She slowly turns around and places her hands on her desk, sticking her ass out to me invitingly.

“You’re really alright with me spanking your ass?” I ask, gauging her mindset.

“For a… Job well done… Yes” She hesitantly responds.

The words seem to be forcing their way out through her mouth despite her obviously not wanting them to. This brings up an interesting question though. So I ask,

“How many spanks did I earn for the display?”

“F-four seems… Appropriate…”

Huh, seems she inherently knows how much a single spank is worth when compared to work done. Neato.

“Sounds good to me!” I say enthusiastically.

With that, I wind my arm back, and swing it forward with significant ****. My open palm landing with a loud “Smack”, muffled slightly by her pants, as it connects to her right ass cheek. She lets out a surprised yelp as I watch her bubble butt jiggle and sway from the **** of the impact before finally coming back to rest. Ms. Cooper’s eyes are wide in horror with her mouth clenching from the pain as she breaths semi heavily, but she doesn’t say anything.

It’s weird. I’ve never consciously knew I would like spanking someone. In fact, quite the opposite is true. I don’t like hitting people or causing harm in general. And seeing someone in pain usually hurts me too. Just like with Melina and that guy earlier. But this was different somehow. It really shouldn’t be, especially since I’m directly causing someone pain by forcing them to accept it against their will. But in this moment, those thoughts are strangely secondary to the thrill of the moment, the excitement of showing dominance over a long-time non-negotiable authority figure to me. My lust overpowering my morals.

I pull my arm back for another swing and spank her right ass cheek once more with slightly more ****. She lets out more of a grunt than a yelp this time, guess she was expecting it, but her ass jiggles and bounces around as if excited just as it did before. I raise my other arm this time and bring it down hard on her left cheek. She yelps again, thrown off from the shift, and her flesh dances back and forth in an almost hypnotic pattern for a moment. For the final spank, I bring my hand down as hard as I can with a resounding “Smack” that I’m certain could be heard from the other end of the store. She lets out a short scream of pain as her eyes clamp themselves shut, her breathing more ragged.

She continues to lean on her desk, face flushed as she tries to recover from the punishment her ass endured and the shock of it happening at all. Watching her have an internal battle is extremely hot, as the tent in my pants advertises before I readjust, but now I feel bad. The excitement I felt is quickly overpowered once more by my morals. I’d rather not see her suffer from the torment of her body betraying her. I pull my phone back out and uncheck her awareness for both commands.

The change is instantaneous. She immediately stands back up and turns to face me with a pleased smile adorning her still flushed face.

“I trust your reward was satisfactory?” She asks in her usual business-like manner.

“Y-yeah! For sure. Thank you.” I respond, a little shaken from the sudden attitude shift.

“Of course. Keep up the good work.”

She turns to return to her desk, but I interject before she does.

“Do I also get a couple spanks from fixing the shelves earlier?” I say hastily.

She stops in her tracks and turns back to me.

“You did do that didn’t you. I suppose you deserve it. Two spanks sound reasonable to you?”

She asks as she leans over her desk, sticking her ass out once more. I quickly slap each cheek in rapid succession with decent ****, causing her to yelp in surprise, and watch as the counteracting forces make each perfect cheek practically slap against each other as they reverberate from the impact.

“Very reasonable.” I say with a cat that ate the canary style grin on my face. Speaking of cats, my curiosity is peaked again.

“By the way, what made you decide to start using this system?”

“Well… It’s important to make sure one’s employees are properly motivated for them to perform quality work. The money I can afford to pay can only go so far.” She responds as if she had deliberated on the decision prior to this.

“Makes sense to me.” I respond.

“Very good. Is there anything else you needed me for?”

“Now that you mention it…”

I told her about nearly every single thing I did so far since I got here, cleaning up Johnny’s messes, teaching him the fundamentals, helping him every time he needed it, helping the occasional customer with whatever, just to see how far I could go with this. Every single thing I told her about awarded me at least one spank of her ass, she was very generous. By the end of it, my hands were pretty sore, and my arms ached from the exertion. If she wasn’t wearing pants, I’d imagine her ass would practically be glowing red by now. She’s probably going to be a little tender for the rest of the day…

Claiming my hard-earned rewards took up the rest of my break so I have to get back to work right afterwards. I figure I’d give her ass, and my arms, a rest for now. So, I go on with my work as normal until closing time. Ms. Cooper comes out of her office a couple of times to check on things, pulling her pants tight against her juicy posterior to highlight her curves every time. I noticed her walk and casual standing position have changed slightly too. She sways her hips a little more as she walks and cocks her hips to one side as she stands, all in an effort to show off her delectable backside I imagine. And it is working. I don’t know if she’ll react with any less hostility to ogling with the limited commands she has, so I keep it as stealthy as possible. Other than that, the remainder of my shift goes by as normal until it is finally closing time and I make my way home.

By the time I get back, it's close too 11:00 and I'm exhausted from today’s events. I open my phone one last time to check out that achievement I earned earlier before I pass out.

Achievement Unlocked!

Girls a Plenty: Unlock 3 Custom Girls. 10 gems awarded.

Achievement Unlocked!

Patty Cake: Have a spanking session with a Custom Girl. 10 gems awarded.

I wonder how many more of these low hanging fruit achievements there are. Again, not complaining as I’m up to 30 gems with the promise of 10 more tomorrow. But I’m too tired to do anything else with it today, so I take a shower and hit the hay. I don’t have work tomorrow, so I’ll be able to sleep in unless Sam clogs her sink again.