The Gift That Keeps On Giving

... My choice didn’t go through. Either the app picked randomly for me, or it glitched and thought I picked a different option. I breathe a sigh of frustrated resignment and look back to Ms. Jane Cooper.

“It didn’t work. It locked up and picked for me.” I say, unsure how to feel.

Her worry turns into pained embarrassment.

“Reeeeeeeeeally sorry about that! But at least you got one of them! We’ll look into what caused it! I gotta go now, it’s hard to keep control this long. Keep up the good work! Have fun!” She says, sounding as if trying to exit the conversation as quickly as possible.

Ms. Jane Cooper’s eyes close and she puts her hand to her forehead as if to soothe a headache, and grunts in discomfort. I glance back at my phone for one last brief second, staring at Ms. Cooper’s punishment chosen for me.

LIVING PUPPET: user can interact with subject via her avatar.

“My apologies, I just got the worst headache. What were we talking about?” Ms. Cooper inquires. My brain devotes all its resources to quickly putting my phone away before she looks back up to me, which is good. But it also means my mouth is left unchecked as it spouts out,

“Would you believe me if I said not my phone?”

“That’s right, your phone.” She responds, fixing her gaze on me.

Dammit! Curse my ever present need to commit snark! You’ve ruined us! Knowing I can't wiggle my way out of this, I just stare back at her; waiting for her justice while trying to make myself as non-threatening and remorseful as possible. Which is hard to do when you’re almost a solid foot taller than everyone else. She doesn’t give any indication of wondering how I got my phone back, thankfully. She just keeps staring back at me as she contemplates what to do about my infraction, before finally speaking.

“I am aware your position here is far below your pay grade and is not exactly the most glamorous of work. And I understand it can get monotonous and dull at times, especially for a college graduate such as yourself. I would still ask you to keep a professional attitude about you and distracting yourself on your phone is not the way to do it. Perhaps you would take this job more seriously if your pay was increased, but I cannot afford that at this moment. Not that you don’t deserve it, you are my most valued employee. And I don’t say that lightly. So, in leu of a raise, I will offer an alternative to ensure you remain professional while on the clock.”

Her demeanor and posture radiate confidence and professional authority as she speaks, almost overwhelmingly so. As if she’s trying to overcompensate for uncertainty. Strange. What’s even stranger is that she somehow worked out in her mind my appropriate punishment is giving me something equivalent to a raise? How did that happen? She’s always led with the stick before, why is she switching over to the carrot?

“What’s the alternative?” I ask, trying my best not to let my curiosity show.

“I will let permit you ten free spanks on me every shift you have in addition to the ones you earn while working.” She said, somehow maintaining her powerful aura despite talking about me spanking her before finishing with, “Is that an acceptable alternative?”

My brain isn’t focusing on anything else right now, so it does manage to stop my mouth before it yells out “Let the spank times rooollll! Toot! Toot! All aboard this crazy train bound for spank town!”. Thus, proving I can be a cool customer when I need to be. Instead, I say,

“Uuuhhh. Yeah! That is, um, acceptable. Yes.”

Like I said. Cool. Customer.

She nods in acceptance; the deal being struck. I nod in acknowledgement and express my gratitude, then turn my head to scan the store. On a whim, I decide to press my luck.

“I can’t help but notice we're currently alone.” I say, still scanning.

“That would seem to be the case.” She says, guarded.

“Would it be alright if I… Collect right now?”

She hesitates for a few moments, seemingly weighing her options. Before finally sighing and says,

“If that is your wish, you may. Just keep it brief. And outside my skirt.”

The boundaries are harsh, but fair. I don’t want to push her over the edge, magic app help notwithstanding. I agree to her terms and walk behind her. She rests her elbows on the counter, lowers her head, and pushes her ass out to meet me. I’m mildly shocked she’s allowing me to do this right here in the open, but if we went to her office then no one would be manning the front. Feeling a bought of bravery, I slowly reach out with both hands until they meet the cloth of her skirt.

She tenses as she feels my touch, causing her juicy muscles to tighten even more than what her pencil skirt was already accomplishing.

“We agreed to spanks, Mr. Hawkins, not a groping session.” She says, still very business-like. The fact she isn’t blowing up in rage right now is probably thanks to Good Sport. So glad I bought that.

“Just appreciating the merchandise, Ms. Cooper. I’m very grateful for what you’re doing. You’re a great boss, your willingness to do this is proof of that. Please try to relax.” I say, trying to mix in a little harassment alongside compliments without taking my hands away. She may be a good sport about it, but that doesn’t mean I can’t show my appreciation.

Whether it’s my words or the app’s influence, she slowly, but noticeably relaxes. Releasing most of the tension she had been building up. I start massaging her. The feeling both very similar and very different to Melina’s breasts. It’s denser, more insistent on retaining its shape. Like comparing a foam pillow to one of those stress reliever balls. Less squishy, slower to returning to its original shape, but just as soft and pliable. While still being beautifully plump and jiggly, fully deserving of the thicc title. I get into a slow rhythm of squeezing and rubbing, caressing and squeezing her gently as my hands move all over. The feelings of her body temp and resistance her smooth flesh gives is dampened by her skirt, but still very noticeable. This would be much more fulfilling if the thing wasn’t in the way.

Baby steps, I remind myself. Baby steps. I’m sure I’ll get the chance to get her out of it sooner rather than later if the app has anything to say about it. Plus, I would prefer she enjoy it. Pushing her too quickly would probably only cause her to push back. She’s had years of repressing her sexuality in favor of her job, she won’t be as easy to change as Sam or Melina.

That’s only a speculation on my part, but not without evidence. Ms. Cooper is kind of renowned for being a bit of an ice queen when it comes to sexual advances. No matter how tame or blatant. Like I said, married to her job. I’d rather not risk any possible mental whiplash the app might inflict from her resisting too hard. I don’t know if that’s a thing, but I’d rather not find out.

Deciding to not push my luck to far and get on with it, I release her rump and pull my hand back, preparing for a swing. I hold it there for a few seconds, letting the anticipation in her grow, before bringing it down like a hammer. The slap resounds throughout the entire store, and I hear a subtle moan escape her lips, mostly muffled by the grunt of pain she tries to stifle. I let my hand linger on her skirt covered ass cheek for a few moments, messaging it gently as I do so, before raising my hand once more.

This continues for several minutes, prolonging what we’re doing for as long as I can. Reveling in it. Her submissive position being such a contrast from the entirety of our relationship up to this point; filling me with an unnatural confidence and sense of power. She’s trying desperately to hide it, but her breathing has gotten harder. At least she’s enjoying my efforts to some degree, despite trying to seem like this is purely business.

The moment is ended, however, as a group of customers walk through the doors. Both Ms. Cooper and I jump in surprise and begin acting natural. The rush of the moment instantly vanishing from my senses, making me feel a weird sense of whiplash and shame. I quickly shake my head and clear my thoughts as I go over to the register, and she walks to her office. I only got eight of my free spanks in, but I still got time to cash in the remainders. The rest of my shift goes by with relative normalcy. A steady stream of customers prevents any more fun times with Ms. Cooper, at least for now.

Another employee named Jeff shows up around ten, about a year or two older than Jonny, but still a fresh college kid trying to find his way. Nowhere near the screw up that Jonny is though. We chat about random things when it’s slow, but I wouldn’t consider him a friend. We just don’t really share any relevant interests. At least he’s competent at his job, and thanks to him; I got to continue my spanking session with Ms. Cooper during my break for all the work I did that morning. 20 spanks total in addition to my free ten. I really wish I could see the fruits of my labor, but alas, not yet. Soon, though. Soon...

Finally, 3:00 rolls in, marking the end of my shift. But I can’t leave quite yet because Jonny boy hasn’t arrived to relieve me. Much to Ms. Cooper’s annoyance. That kid just refuses to do himself any favors. Thankfully, we’re not that busy. I manage to find a decent pair of exercise pants while I wait. The waist is too big, but the smaller size isn’t long enough for my lanky legs. Its’ got a pull string though, so it should be fine. Despite the lack of customers, I’m not risking getting my phone out again until I leave. Can't have another mishap like earlier. Learning more about her punishment will just have to wait a little bit longer.

Close to fifteen minutes later, Jonny finally strolls in. Eyes buried in his phone; his employee vest draped over one shoulder. I let Ms. Cooper know he finally showed up and that I’m heading out. She sighs in aggravation and thanks me for sticking around before saying her goodbyes. Waving farewell to Jeff, I leave. Finally opening up the app as I do and am met with the familiar notification of an achievement.

Achievement Unlocked!

Fool Me Once: Give a punishment to a custom girl. 10 gem reward

Not surprising, but still appreciated. That puts me back to a modest 20 gems. No more sidetracks though, I go to Ms. Cooper’s profile and see a new tab above her list of changes called “Punishments”. I tap it, and a new list drops down showing her single punishment. Before I can read it though, a new notification pops up.

Welcome to the punishment feature of Custom Girls! Designed to protect both you and us from, ironically enough, punishment! Anyone who tries to take or damage your phone will face the consequences! As a note, all punishments are permanently set to awareness on, otherwise it wouldn’t be a punishment! Also, punishments cannot be turned off and can only be altered through the purchasing of their advanced options. So choose wisely!

That makes sense, I guess. Makes me even more glad the curse option wasn't picked. I would still like to know more about Living Puppet though. Maybe it’ll at least give me more description along with any possible advanced options. I close the pop-up and go to tap the punishment but am interrupted when someone slams into me with reckless abandon. My arms go wide as my balance is lost and I scramble my legs to keep from falling, just barely managing to do so. Still semi stunned from the impact, I look to see who I collided with.