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His boots clack on the white marble. Stan feels how his mouth is turned in a smile. Not looking around himself, but knowing how the hard wooden shelves line themselves up. Whilst above him golden stars had been imprinted on the high ceiling. Chandeliers with crystal glass making the room shimmer as along the opposite side Stan is facing stand all of those pesky accountant clerks. He knew he had an appointment with one. One he was really looking forward to. Though first he had to talk to one of those…a chill of disgust went through his body as Stan looked at the clerks….clerks. Obviously the malicious evil guy that Stan now saw these memories through had an almost disgust for these kinds of people. Perhaps that also tainted the kind of memory Stan was seeing, because as he stood in front of a man’s desk, he looked very much like a caricature of a weasel in human form.

There could even be some doubt that he wasn’t in fact a human, but a weasel that had grown so big that his caretaker had put some clothes on him. The only give away that this man wasn’t in fact a weasel came when he spoke in a very high pitched voice.

“Ah! Mr. Schwartz, hier steht, dass Sie einen Termin mit Frau Sinbelre haben”

…

For a moment it didn’t seem to make sense to Stan’s head. Apparently he wasn’t at the moment in an American building. It all sounded pretty germanic to him. So he tries to listen again as he is dumbfounded. Only to remember what it had meant what the man had just told him. Like he suddenly understood the language.

‘Ah! Mister Schwartz, on here it says that you have an appointment with madam Sinbelre’

Stan could even remember that Sinberle wasn’t actually her real name. Though he had no clue to why she had chosen to take this as her second one.

Though it didn’t seem to matter for the evil villain that Stan inhabited in his memory, as he now walked on. Being guided by the weasel fellow. First walking through the room again. The tiles on the ground showing a mozaïek of the sun in orange and yellow. While above him the chandeliers seem to mimic the universe with stars shining above it. If Stan had been able to wander a bit longer around this place, he felt like he would. As the body takes a sudden turn. Following the man into a wooden door in a quite long corridor. As they move rather quick. The weasel walking on a fast pace over a few steps. Then to turn a sharp corner. Walking him quickly by a Japanese garden. Only to leave Stan guessing where they were.

Then to walk by a lot of doors. All with a locking mechanism which seemed only to open to a specific security card. Though the weasel and him didn’t even put their attention to. As they walk on in silence. It gave Stan an eerie feeling. Now they stood in front of a larger door that blocked the rest of the pathway.

“Dr. Schwartz. Er ist mir eine freude ihnen zu sehen!”

‘Doctor Schwartz. It is a pleasure to see you!’

Now it went almost immediately. To be quickly taken over as doctor Schwartz replied.

“Yes, it is quite good to see you too mister gatekeeper”

It only now seemed to have a german accent in Stan’s mind as the large muscled security guard just smiles. Stretching out his hand which is immediately answered by doctor Schwartz’s hand being put there. An American passport that the guard looks through. To then be handed back. Stan didn’t get a moment to see if Schwartz was indeed the name that was on there. When he then felt a sting in the memory. Apparently they had taken some blood that checked his DNA. A green light. The security guard stepped away. And the weasel slipped in, quickly followed by doctor Schwartz’s own steps.

Now there was a staircase which went a long way down. Again both the weasel and doctor Schwartz didn’t talk. Wherein Stan could reflect a bit on the name and the language. Because it kind of felt like a bad stereotype from a James Bond movie. How could someone willingly name himself like this while talking german and not think himself a criminal? Though his thoughts were interrupted as he stood still in front of a door the weasel was opening with his card. Doctor Schwartz turned away from the process. With the sound of a bleep and the movement of steel, the vault door opened. They had been walking to a seemingly older part filled with red bricks. As Stan adjusted his look from the wall to the now open room, the weasel walked away before doctor Schwartz told him to.

Resolutely doctor Schwartz walks into the room. His boots echoing now in the old dungeon looking place. It just being a room that is lit up by a fluorescent tube. In the corner there is room for a wooden table and a wooden chair. The rest of it seems to be especially made for the dozens of safes edged in the back wall. Which can’t be seen fully because of a tall blonde woman standing in front of it. Everything on her body screamed that she held power. It being the way she stood, with both feet firmly standing on the ground. A navy blue woman’s jacket that looked like it had just been bought, combined with the same color pants. Walking down to her high heeled black boots. While under her jacket she was wearing a white colored shirt with above it, around her neck, a pearl necklace,

Doctor Schwartz eyes weren’t on her body though. They were centered on her face. Her dark brown eyes looked at him coldly. A **** to see him. She probably wandered herself why she had chosen to come here in the first place. Though a few wrinkles betrayed her curiosity. Perhaps the older woman has had enough of her patronage. She wanted to feel young again. The way her mouth moved in any case betrayed that she had used filler. It also explained why her smile at him felt like it didn’t reach her eyes anymore. Now that Stan saw it a bit better, he could even spot that her hair had a few grey hairs in it. Though it wasn’t as if she was ‘that’ old. It looked like the stress of work had gotten up to her…so it was easy to manipulate.

“You’re late”

She said quite abrupt to him as he was looking her over. While it already looked like she was ready to leave. It giving him the impression that she had been waiting only to say that she was leaving. But doctor Schwartz didn’t even think about that.

“Does your husband know?”

He instead said. Now an emotion seemed to hit the woman’s eyes. First fear, than anger.

“Did you make me wait only to tell me that?”

After doctor Schwartz keeps his lips closed, she tries to kick down another gear.

“I knew I shouldn’t have gone”

Her head goes low as she makes an attempt to walk towards the door. Only to feel how doctor Schwartz’s hands grabbed her and pushed her with a ****, she obviously didn’t find him capable off, against the safe’s.

Stan was also shocked to see how easy he had been able to overpower the slightly taller woman. Her chest now against his neck. Feeling how air was slammed out of her longues for a moment as she sharply takes in a bit of air. Followed by her words.

“Es tut mir leid! Es tut mir l-leid”

The fastness of this all happening needing to be paced in by the translation.

‘I’m sorry! I’m s-sorry!’

Some women had screamed. Some begged. However security knew they always wanted it. Otherwise they wouldn’t always come out happy and a bit drowsy. So they wouldn’t come to the aid of her. The woman surprised doctor Schwartz however by quickly standing up a bit firmer. As if nothing happened and staring him down.

And Stan could feel it. Right then and there as doctor Schwartz’s hatred flared up for this rich bitch. There wasn’t an exchange of words at that moment. There didn’t need to be as Stan tasted the iron. Again feeling how he sank into the skin of a woman. While now she screamed. Given into the horror of the situation. Quickly muffled by what Stan felt next. The power in his mind, as Schwartz focussed an inner muscle. Stan could feel it now, since he had used it too. He knew he had been now. And he felt how it melted his victim down to nothing.

It was just a small doubt.

Like a few drops of something. That would set a chain reaction in her mind.

‘Aren’t you getting old?’

‘If you want to be young, you should listen’

‘Submit’

Of course the woman should need some more work to actually serve him, but doctor Schwartz thought himself a winner. Which got him angry to how mad she had been able to make him. So he walked to the other end of the room and sat himself down.

“Over my lap madam Sinbelre”

He said with a sharp tone to his voice. Making the woman almost instantly obey. Her eyes a bit dazed.

Because of the size, the woman almost touched her head on the ground as she bend down. Though doctor Schwartz wasn’t preoccupied with that. His fingers tediously sliding in between the strand of her pants and her skin. Then deciding to slide it partly down. The message being that the spanking wasn’t exactly for his own pleasure, otherwise he would have wanted to see it all. At least, so was his reasoning while he pulled her pants down. Revealing a sized butt held by a black string. The size a bit more perky than for them to be natural.

“Count to ten for me madam Sinbelre”

And without waiting for a further response, his hand is held high. To then immediately slap down onto the sized ass of the stuck up woman.

“Eins”

She said a bit pained. While you could certainly hear a bit of both surprise and fear in her word.

“Zwei”

It sounds as another smack hits her. Leaving a bit of a red streak already. Stan felt a bit of arousal shooting through him as he saw it. Not knowing if it came from him or from doctor…

“Drei”

For three times he had now hit the same right ass cheek. A few tears hit the ground as the woman’s body seems to falter a bit. As if all of the woman’s resolve was slowly dying.

“Vier”

There is nothing that doctor Schwartz says. There is utter silence as again the smacking sound of flesh colliding with flesh happens. A bit of a screech from the woman. To then be followed again.

“Fünf”

Another slap. To then feel how the woman adjusted to the punishment. Moving her arms a bit down to push herself up a bit. Parting her legs just a bit. Which doctor Schwartz lets happen.

“Sechs”

Perhaps it had also occured to the woman. Though doctor Schwartz’s eyes had been drawn to it first. Since she had placed herself in a different position, it was now a lot easier to see in between the woman’s inner thighs. Where it was now becoming a bit moist. The odor coming off the woman only able to affirm.

“Scheiße…Sieben!”

The harshness of the punishment doesn’t stop though. The **** only growing as doctor Schwartz now slapping the other ass cheek. Harder than he had before with the other. Making the woman under him yelp at him.

“A-a-acht”

The pain now seeming to break the woman as she starts to cry. Her body shocking under his ****. Breathing in fast. In and out.

“Ngggh-Neunhmmm”

The woman’s muscles clenched under his hand. Her back arching as she moved up. A howl turning in a deep growling moan.

“Zehn oooohhhhwmmm”

Doctor Schwartz knew he had conquered her as he let her fall onto the ground. Letting her lay there as he adjusted himself a bit. Not feeling the need to toy any further with her.

“Make sure you leave here looking spick and span. You are not allowed to talk to anyone about this. When you want to contact me, we do it strictly through phone calls.”

Stan felt how he at that moment was pulled back into reality. Him sitting in the bus. While a few minutes had gone by…but he did have to get out RIGHT NOW!