Making customers feel comfortable (Case Study)

"Phwoar! I wouldn't mind giving her a sex punishment."

Miss Horne looked over the rims of her specs at Ryan, who returned her gaze impassively.

"That was what you said about the young blonde customer, wasn't it, Ryan?"

"Yes, Miss Horne," he replied dreamily, recalling the shapely beauty dressed all in white who'd sashayed through his department with her friends that morning on their way to ladies' fashion. The fact that his colleagues had been in no doubt which of the college girls he'd meant proved what a stunner she'd been.

"And what had she done to warrant such a punishment?"

"What? Er, no, I wasn't saying she should get punished, just that if she did need to be, I wouldn't mind doing it."

"Well, I would hope that, as a man, you would always be willing to chasten a young lady appropriately, when required—"

"Oh, yes, of course," he interrupted. "I've spanked lots of girls." In spanking class, that was.

"Good, but perhaps you can understand why a customer might feel uncomfortable shopping here when a salesman indicates a desire to discipline her, even though she's done nothing to deserve it?"

"I wasn't talking loud enough for her to hear," Ryan replied, defensively.

"Did you cover your mouth when speaking?"

"No…"

"Did you know one of her companions was deaf and could lip-read?" Miss Horne had no idea whether that was true; her employee's unfortunate observation had been reported by one of his colleagues.

"No! I'm sorry, I won't make comments about the customers in future." At least, not in the public areas.

"Good, but that actually wasn't why I wanted to talk to you." Had Ryan been female, he (or rather, she) would've had her bare breasts whipped through the department, but from a man, an apology was good enough.

"As you might know," Miss Horne continued, "Moira in accounts receivable has been having some problems. Her bosses and I have thrashed the living daylights out of her time and again, to no avail, so I was thinking something else might have better results. Now obviously I can't very well administer a sex punishment myself, but since we were just talking about how conscientious you are regarding disciplinary matters, I thought perhaps you could oblige."

Ryan gulped and paled slightly. Moira was just about the opposite of the blonde goddess he'd been ogling. At thirty-nine years old, she was nearly twice his age and not remotely attractive. Not that it was her fault; she exercised regularly, ate well and generally took care of herself. She'd just not been blessed in the looks department. Also, she was married to a part-time cage fighter who was known to get unreasonably jealous if any other man paid her even the most innocent attention. Of course, a sex punishment ought to be a completely different matter, but it played on Ryan's mind.

"Yes, of course," he replied, eventually. "It's, ahem, a man's duty to keep women in line."

"Excellent! Moira, come in here," she shouted and nervous brunette entered, naked apart from her shoes, welts from a cane visible on her breasts, abdomen and thighs. Ryan guessed her back was similarly adorned.

"Well, Ryan, over to you." Miss Horne smiled, but made no move to leave, so after a moment, the young man spoke.

"Get on your knees, c-cunt." He was a little uncomfortable calling her the c-word in front of his boss, but believed degrading language made sex punishments more effective. From the way Moira flushed as she obeyed and her head dropped even more, he thought he'd been right.

"Now you're going to suck my cock and swallow my cum and while you do it, I want you to think about why this is happening. If your work doesn't improve, we're going to take turns fucking your arse and throat for an hour."

"Yes, sir," she whispered and opened her mouth submissively. It might have been more effective to make her wear his semen, but he preferred cumming in a girl's mouth and thought it was less likely to wind up her husband.

Ryan took out his flaccid manhood and laid it on her tongue. She immediately started to suck, but he remained stubbornly soft. She intensified her efforts, which were actually fairly skilled and he closed his eyes to better imagine it was the young blonde pleasuring him eagerly, maybe after deliberately misbehaving to goad him into taking her (while he was dreaming, he might as well dream big). Gradually, the combination of stimulation and fantasy worked and he stiffened enough for Moira to start deep throating him.

Despite trying to finish as quickly as possible, it took a long time to get close to climax, which probably made the punishment more effective. Eventually, he sent a squirt into the older woman's mouth and she gulped it down with a retch. Opening his eyes, Ryan saw she was crying and sighed with relief that his efforts seemed to be working. Putting his penis away, he told the teary brunette that he hoped she'd learned her lesson.

"Yes, sir," she answered tremulously, "I'll do better, I promise."

"Thank-you for your assistance, Ryan," Miss Horne said and he was only too happy to get back to work and leave the two women to it. It felt rather like he'd been punished, too and over the next few weeks, he found that his fantasies no longer involved giving attractive customers sex punishments, instead preferring to imagine them seducing him out of an uncontrollable desire for his body, which probably meant he was growing as a person.

He was never again asked to punish a colleague on behalf of his boss, but he did gain the confidence to administer chastisement of his own accord when necessary and tailored the type (spanking or sex) to give the most benefit to the recipient, rather than just his own pleasure (although his pleasure was still important, of course).

Moira changed jobs.