Dream Job

It didn't seem possible that it was only two months ago that I stood in line with the other members of my college graduating class for office management, smiling happily for the pictures. Since my parents had died years ago and my sister lived across the country, there was no one in the crowd to see me, but it didn't matter. I had done it! I ignored the voice in the back of my mind reminding me that I still had to find a job, since the last bit of my savings had been used to rent the gown, and that I only had one week left in my apartment before I needed to be out.

After the photographer was done immortalizing the moment, I wandered over to the refreshment table. Might as well stock up here and save what was left of the food at home. I grabbed a plate (Styrofoam- don't they think about the environment?) and filled it with cheap crackers and vegetables.

I had just put a carrot stick in my mouth when I heard a voice at my side. "You're Tracy's friend, aren't you?" I turned to him and smiled, but finished chewing before I answered. The worst first impression possible is one that includes food spraying, and this guy was hot enough that I wanted to make a good first impression. He was over six feet (a must for me, since I was 5'9 myself) and built like a hockey player. Not too bulky, so that it looked almost fat, but just built . He was probably in his early thirties- another plus. I've never liked guys my own age; they were too immature. I still didn't know who he was, though. Tracy was a girl in a couple of my classes, but I wouldn't say we were friends. Acquaintances maybe. A couple of weeks ago I'd confided my financial situation to her though. I'd been so fed up with everything, and didn't know how I'd make it through the rest of the year. It was the first time I'd ever really talked to her- she was a bit odd. She never seemed to wear anything but leather and vinyl, usually black. It was obvious she came from money, unlike most of the rest of us. I didn't know why I told her so much; I usually tried to keep my personal life separate from school.

None of this told me who the hunk was, so I answered, "Yeah, I'm Lisa McCall. Were you looking for her?" I inwardly winced. A little blunt.

He laughed. "No, actually, she sent me over here to talk to you. I'm Ethan Knapman, her brother." Now that he said that, I could see the resemblance. Although he must have been at least ten years older, they had the same dark brown hair and blue eyes.

"Sorry!" I said. "Tracy never mentioned you." I winced again. So much for a good impression. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, if you have a minute, I'd like to talk to you about something." I was puzzled, but moved over to the side of the room so we could have a little more privacy.

He continued. "I'm not sure if Tracy told you, but she was planning to come work for me starting immediately after graduation. I own a chain of clothing stores, and I had promised her that if she stayed in the program, she could jump in at a pretty high level as my personal assistant."

I nodded, not sure what this had to do with me.

"Last night Tracy told me that she had changed her mind and didn't want the position after all. She's got it in her head to travel and see the world for a while first. Which leaves me in a bit of a bind, as I'm sure you can imagine. The woman who's spot she is taking is leaving at the end of the week to get married."

I nodded again, hardly daring to hope. He couldn't mean… I forced a light laugh. "Yeah, that sounds like Tracy. She's really one for spur of the moment things."

But he did mean it. "She suggested that I ask you if you had any jobs lined up yet. She said that, at least as of a few weeks ago, you didn't have anything set in stone."

I could have kissed Tracy. "That's right. I don't have any definite plans for the near future." Besides eviction, that is.

He smiled, revealing perfect teeth. "Perfect. Would you be able to start on Monday?" He named the starting salary, and I nearly fainted. This was more than I could get anywhere else, I knew. We talked a bit more about the job. I didn't know what I'd ever done in a previous life, but it must have been something good because this was a dream come true. His office was in a city a couple hours away, so he said he'd take care of any moving expenses. He even had an apartment for me, all I needed to do was furnish it and pay rent starting on the second month. By the time the conversation ended, I was trying not to jump up and down with a huge smile on my face like an idiot.

I spent the weekend packing all my stuff, not that there was a lot. Just my clothes, a few books, and plates and dishes. I had decided to sell my junky furniture to a second hand store and buy new when I got to my new place. At that salary, I could afford it.

I was extremely nervous going to work Monday morning, but it proved to be for nothing. After welcoming me and thanking me again, I didn't see Mr. Knapman for the rest of the day. He showed me to my office, which was down the hall from his, gave me a list of things to do, and walked away. None of it was very difficult. If this was an indication of the job, I was in heaven.

The next couple weeks past by the same way. I got to know a few people in the building. I went shopping often and maxed out my credit cards on new furniture and clothes. I knew it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I'd been tight with money for so long it felt great to treat myself. I even spent a couple days at a local spa, recommended by one of my fellow employees. After having my body waxed, massaged, and otherwise pampered, I felt happier than I had in years.

Which is why, when I was starting into my third week on the job, I never suspected a thing when Mr. Knapman knocked on my door and came in. I stood up and gave him a brilliant smile, which slowly faded when I saw the look on his face. He'd never been really friendly in the time I'd known him, but I could tell he had bad news.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I mentally ran over everything I'd done in the past few days. I couldn't think of any big screw-ups.

"I just got an email from Tracy. Apparently she's bored with seeing the sights of Europe. To be honest, I'm not surprised. I never saw here as the type to look at art galleries."

My heart stopped. Once again I felt faint, only this time it wasn't because of good tidings. I knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth again.

"I'm sorry, but she is going to want her job after all. She'll be coming home at the end of the week. You can continue here until Friday, but after that I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go."

I finally found my voice. I tried to keep the wavering from it. I didn't want to sound like I was going to cry, even if I was. I had my pride. "I understand. I knew this wouldn't be permanent, but I had no idea that it would end so soon. Is there any chance of getting another position somewhere else in the company? I'll take any job, it doesn't matter what."

He shook his head. "No, we did all the hiring of new employees before you started. Again, I'm sorry." He didn't really look sorry. A calculating look was on his face, like he was thinking of something else. I sat down before my knees gave out. He turned around and started to leave, but turned back before he shut the door. "Oh, before I forget- the apartment you're staying in is only for employees. You'll need to be out this weekend." With that, he left.

When I got home that night, I looked at all my new beautiful things and felt nauseous. I sat down at the table with a calculator and tried to figure out how bad it was. It was worse than I thought. I had about 20 thousand dollar in student loans, and had bought almost 10 thousand dollars worth of furniture in the last couple weeks. I got all of it at really good rates, but there's no way to furnish an apartment completely for cheap. When I looked at the receipts, I realized something else. Since I'd gotten such good sales, almost everything was non-refundable.

I got through the rest of the week in a daze. I mailed out resumes to everyone I could think of, but knew I wouldn't get any responses in time. I could use my final paycheck to stay in a hotel for a while, but it wouldn't last long. On Friday evening, I stayed about an hour after everyone else so that I wouldn't have to carry out my personal items in front of them all. When I walked past Mr. Knapman's office, I saw that the light was still on. I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse to give myself every advantage. I had nice breasts- 34C- and didn't mind showing them to their advantage. I knocked on his door, no real plan in mind, but willing to beg for anything.

When he answered, I opened the door and stepped in. Although I was technically his personal assistant, I'd never been in his office before. It was huge, about five times the size of mine. He had big wooden furniture that I could tell was antique by the finish, and the rest of it made everything I owned look like pawn shop quality in comparison. I walked up to the desk and sat down, not sure how to begin.

"What is it, Lisa?" he asked.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I just need to ask again if there is any chance of my staying on here at all." I took a deep breath, and then continued. I might as well get it all out at once. "You see, I really don't know what I'm going to do after this weekend. I don't have any jobs lined up, and my savings are non-existent. I'm so far in debt I don't know how to start lowering it. I don't even know where I'm going to live."

He looked at me, no change in his expression. "I had no idea you were so hard up. Don't you have any family around you can stay with?"

"No, my sister lives on the West coast and my parents died when I was 15. I don't have any other family, and don't even know anyone well enough in the city to stay with."

He looked like he was thinking about it, and my hopes rose. I didn't care if it was stuffing envelopes, I would take any job at all. But when he spoke, I knew my visit had been pointless. "There's nothing I can do. There are simply no open positions right now in the company."

I stood up. "Alright. Thanks anyway." I was almost at the door when he spoke again. "Wait."

I turned and looked at him, wondering what he was going to say.

"I may have a suggestion, but it's probably not what you were looking for."

I spoke quickly before he could change his mind. "It doesn't matter what kind of job it is, I'll take it. You have no idea how desperate I am."

"What I am thinking of wouldn't involve the company. You would be working for me personally." His eyes looked up and down my body, and I began to realize just what he had in mind. But I didn't want to jump to conclusions. "What exactly do you mean?"

He stared at me for a few long seconds before answering. "I think you can guess. How much are you in debt, exactly?"

"Almost 30 thousand dollars." I answered.

"What I am offering is to pay off everything you owe. In return, you would sign a contract to provide any services I require for three months. For those three months, since I am putting up such a large amount of money, you would be at my service at all times, and will do anything I want or need."

This was happening too quickly. "What about my apartment? Would I still be able to keep it?"

"I don't think you understand. You will be at my beck and call at all times- you will come and live with me at my house. I will have all your furniture packed up and put in storage for three months." He saw the look on my face. "Don't look so shocked- you came in here hoping that by showing a little skin I'd relent and give you what you want for free." My face burned. He had it right. "At the end of the three months, we will see how your performance has been. It may be possible to extend the contract for a full year. I will pay you at the same rate, which you will receive at the end of the year." I could tell this wasn't a sudden idea. He'd been planning this at least since Tracy decided to come back, maybe even earlier.

My morals and conscience were telling me to tell him to stick his offer up his ass, but my brain was drowning them out with the thought of the money. All I'd have to do was sleep with him, and in three months I'd be out of debt. If I stayed a year, I'd be ahead 90 thousand dollars. "When do I have to decide? If I can be honest, I think I understand, and would be willing."

He smiled, but there was nothing friendly about it. "I don't think you do yet. You see, I don't just want occasional sex. I can get that from anyone in the office for free. What I want is complete and total obedience. You would do anything I ask. Everything I say is law. You would have no control over anything you do for the next three months, starting now."

If I didn't need the money so badly, I would have left. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't see any other solution. This was starting to sound more complicated, and I wasn't sure I really wanted this type of kinky relationship, but I didn't have a choice. I looked at him straight in the eyes, and after taking a deep breath, said, "Alright. You know I have to agree. When do I start?"

"Now. I have a contract here. It basically says everything that I've already told you. Just sign at the bottom." Yep, this was definitely planned. I really hated being manipulated. I took the contract and skimmed it. It looked pretty legal. With a shaking hand, I signed and dated it, and handed it back. "Now what?"

"Now I will lay out some ground rules. First of all, you will always address me as Sir. Anytime you don't you will be punished. I expect complete and instant obedience whenever I tell you to do anything, no matter what it is."

"Umm, ok…What do you mean by punished? Will you dock money or something?"

He looked annoyed. "Don't listen do you? You have already earned a punishment, and it hasn't even been five minutes."

It took me a minute to see what he meant. "I'm sorry, Sir ." It stuck in my throat, but hey- might as well suck up. "How will I be punished, sir?"

"Anyway I want to. It won't involve money, I can assure you. I will most likely spank, whip, or cane you, but if I'm feeling creative I will expand on that."

I was actually speechless. I had never in a million years expected this. What had I gotten myself into?

Mr. Knapman leaned back in his chair. "Now stand up, I want to get a better look at what I've bought. Take off your clothes."

I wanted to run out of the room. Everything was happening too quickly. I stood, and slowing unbuttoned the rest of my blouse. He snapped at me. "I told you I want instant obedience. Don't earn a second punishment already, I won't be pleased. Hurry up."

Hating myself for giving in, I stripped out of my shirt and skirt. I wasn't wearing a slip, so I just stood there in my bra and panties. It wasn't very cold, but my nipples started tightening up from embarrassment and showed clearly through the thin fabric.

"Did I say to stop? Take off everything now." His tone left no chance of compromise. I slipped my panties down my long legs and put them on top of my discarded skirt, then reached back to unhook my bra. I'd never felt so exposed in my life. Even with the two boyfriends I'd had, I never once stood on display like this. I was embarrassed, but at the same time proud of my body. I'd always taken care of it. I ran regularly to keep fit, and was rewarded with long slim legs, a 24-inch waist, and a flat tummy. My breasts were high and tight, with no droop or sag at all.

"Not bad. Your pussy is trimmed neatly, but I don't want any bush on it. You will shave it off the next time you shower. Come here."

I walked around his desk and stood in front of him. I could see he was getting aroused by the growing bulge in the front of his pants. I started to raise my arms to cover my breasts, but at his growl lowered them again.

"Bend over my lap, face down." This wasn't what I expected. "What? Why? What are you going to do?" I stammered.

He slapped my face hard. It stunned me. I had never been hit before in my life. Even when I was young my parents chose different ways to discipline me. Before I could say anything, he spoke again. "I am only going to say this one more time. I expect to be obeyed at once. And you are never to address me as anything but Sir. You have just doubled your punishment. Now do as I said."

My face was burning now from more than one reason, but I didn't want to make him angrier so I moved beside him and awkwardly bent over his lap. I could feel his erection digging in to my stomach. In this position it felt huge. Before I was even settled completely, his right had came down on my but hard. I squealed and tried to jump up, but his other hand pressed down on my neck. Before the pain of the first spank faded away, his hand came down again, and again. I counted fifteen strikes before he paused. By then my pride had left me completely and I had tears running down my cheeks. My ass hurt !!! It felt like it was on fire. When he stopped I tried to get up, but his hand still held my neck down. "Did I say we were finished?" I told you that you had doubled what I originally had planned. For the last ones I want you to count each one, and thank me."

I couldn't believe my ears. He was insane! My bum was so sore, I almost shrieked when he grazed his finger down the centre of one cheek. I barely had time to think this before his hand came down again, harder than before. I almost screamed, it hurt so much. I barely remembered to say it, but I didn't want this to continue.

"One. Thank you sir."

Smack

"Two. Thank you sir.

Smack - he was alternating cheeks now.

"Three. Thank you sir." I could barely get the words out, I was crying so much. This was the worst torture I could imagine. Each spank hurt more, no matter where it landed. I managed to keep going up till fifteen. His hand finally left my neck, and I stood up. My mascara must have been running all the way down my face, I'd been crying so much. The idea of 30 thousand dollars was losing it's appeal.

Ethan (I couldn't think of him as Mr. Knapman anymore) told me to get my clothes back on. I did so quickly, still snivelling. When he heard me sniff, he said, "Now you have an idea of what the next three months will be like. This was actually mild compared to what will happen if you continue to cross me. Leave the rest of things from your office here. They'll be put into storage with the rest of your stuff. For the next three months you own nothing that I don't give you." With that he left and went down to his car, a new Porsche. Just sitting was agony during the 25 minutes it took to get to his house, a huge ranch-style on the outskirts of town. Aside from its size, it wasn't particularly impressive, but what struck me as ominous was the fact that there were no other houses close by. Definitely not within hearing distance.

I followed after him up the sidewalk to the front door, but stopped before entering the house. "I'm sorry, I just have to know. Did Tracy really decide to travel but change her mind, or was this set up from the beginning? Sir." I tacked on the last part just in time.

"Of course it was set up. My sister knows my personal tastes, and doesn't mind helping me on occasion, just as I would do the same for her. Now are you finished?" He didn't wait for me to answer, just opened the door and walked in. I followed behind, still walking gingerly.

He led me quickly through a series of rooms. I didn't get a good look at them. We finally got to flight of stairs going down. At the bottom was another door, which I saw had a lock on it. He took a key out of his pocket to open it.

I stepped through the door and saw one big room. The area closest to the door was dominated by a huge four poster bed, and there were shelves and cupboards all around the walls. The far side of the room was separated from the rest by a fall in the floor of about a foot. Instead of hardwood, it had a tile floor. Even from here I could see a large tub, toilet, and large counter.

Ethan spoke up from beside me. "This is the training room. You will spend the majority of your time here. In fact, I doubt you'll be emerging from this room for at least a month. I hope you will be comfortable." From his tone, I could tell that whatever I would be feeling, comfortable wouldn't describe it. My panic rose to full steam.

"What do you mean, Sir? Don't you need me for any work, or even to cook or…" My voice trailed away.

"Don't be ridiculous. From this point on, you are nothing but a toy for me. Your only purpose is to bring me pleasure. One of the ground rules is that you are never to be clothed in here. Remove them at once." I just looked at him, but his earlier lesson reminded me not to hesitate. He had already seen everything anyways. I took off my outfit and was about to put them on one of the shelves when he took them from me and tossed them out the door. When he saw that I had finished, he continued. "You are also never to stand when I am in the room unless I tell you to. Whenever I enter, you must immediately kneel with your knees spread and your hands behind your head. Do this now." I did, blushing furiously. The position made my breasts stand out in full view, and my pussy was open for anyone to see. Still, Ethan frowned.

"Spread your legs farther." I did, until it hurt my thighs.

"You are never to refer to yourself by name any longer. If you need to refer to yourself, say 'Your slave.' Do you understand?"

I knew what he wanted. "Yes, Sir. Your slave understands."

"Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up. Shave your pussy, too. I want it as smooth as a girl's. You have five minutes." He turned and left the room. I noticed that he needed to insert the key from this side too. The door must lock automatically. This was looking worse and worse. I wanted to go, but at the same time I was getting a little excited by everything he had said. I didn't know if it made me a freak or what. I went into the bathroom area and did as he had said. I quickly washed my face, then sat on the side of the tub and used the shaving cream and shaver their to do my pussy. It felt so bare afterwards, like my nakedness was extended. When I looked in the mirror, I hoped he would be pleased. I knew the time was up, so I went over to the door and got into position in front of it. Almost as soon as I did so, it opened.

"Stand up and spread your legs," were his first words. I quickly did so.

"Bend over and put your hands on your feet." I did this, but it was hard to keep my balance. My face was burning, but I wasn't sure if it was because of the blood rushing down or embarrassment. In this post there was nothing at all that he couldn't see. I almost fell when, with no warning, he reached out and felt my pussy. He must have thought I did a good enough job, because he didn't say anything about it. I heard him walk over to one of the chests, open it, and come back. He stood in front of me and showed me what was in his hand. It was a paddle of sorts, about four inches wide and a foot long before it narrowed into the handle.

"I am now going to give you thirty strikes with this. You will count each one out loud. If you move out of this position or forget to count, I will start over from the beginning."

"Why, Sir? What did I do to deserve this?" I almost started crying again at the thought of my poor bottom having to undergo more pain.

"You did absolutely nothing wrong. I am going to do this for two reasons. First, to show you that I have total control and can do anything with you that I want. Second, just because it gives me pleasure to see you in pain, and that is the only reason you exist right now. And, since you did not refer to yourself in the correct way, the count goes up to forty."

"No, please, your slave will do anything you want, just don't hit her ass again. Actually, I've changed my mind. I don't want to do this. I want to go home." I stood up, resolved to find the money another way. Before I could take a step, he grabbed me by my pussy. I stopped in shock, afraid to move.

"I am only going to say this once. You no longer have any choice. You signed the contract, and if you default now you will go to jail for fraud. There is no way out of this room for you. The sooner you realize this, the easier it will be. Relatively easier, at least."

I stared at him for a second, then my shoulders slumped in defeat. He saw it, and let go. He quickly removed his own shirt and pants, revealing a cock already half aroused. It was already one of the largest I had ever seen, and a new reason to be afraid jumped into my head. He picked up the paddle from where he had placed it on the bed, and motioned. I bent over and grabbed my ankles again. It was a couple seconds before the first one came. I heard it before the pain reached my brain, but when it did it was all I could do to stay in position. If I had thought the spanking hurt before, this was multiplied by ten. My butt was already sore, now it felt like the skin was blazing.

"One."

By the tenth, I was crying pathetically. Each time he hit me I screamed, and tried to count coherently. He continued without pausing, making sure every area of my ass and upper thighs were covered. When he finally got to thirty five, he switched hands, then slapped it down hard right on my pussy. It was too much. I fell over and sobbed. I rubbed my pussy, but that only made it worse. It did make me notice that my pussy was wet though. I hoped he didn't see. I didn't know how on earth such extreme pain was turning me on

"I'm disappointed in you. You were doing so well. Get back into position and start counting from one again."

"Oh, please sir! I…This slave begs you, please don't make her do this. She'll do anything you want. This slave can't possibly start over, it will kill her!"

Ethan laughed. "You females always think your bodies are so delicate. Your skin is tough, and can handle a lot worse than the light tapping you just felt. Even your pussy is made for rough use. But I'll make you a deal. You can either start from the beginning again in the same position, or I will tie you up and administer the last five directly on your pussy."

The alternative was terrible, but I really didn't have a choice. "This slave will let you hit her pussy, Sir."

He scowled. "You will not 'let' me do anything. Just for that, it will be ten instead of five. Kneel over this." He motioned to a small structure on the floor. It looked like a large wood rectangular stool, with straps attached to the legs. I did, which left my pussy hanging right over the edge, and my head and arms over the other side. Ethan quickly tied my arms down, and spread my legs even wider than before securing my knees to the legs of the stool. While he did this, I saw his erection. It was now over 8 inches long, and more than 3 inches wide. He went behind me, and I braced myself.

He brought the paddle down right on my pussy where he had hit it before. I screamed involuntarily, pulling hard against the ropes. They were tight, and all I succeeded at was hurting my arms. Before I recovered, he struck again. And again. By now I was beyond thinking. I was no more than an animal: screaming and sobbing and jerking around. When the tenth was finally done, I just hung there, exhausted.

Ethan untied my arms and legs and commanded me to get on the bed. I crawled over and up, collapsing on my back. He leaned over me. One hand reached down and felt my pussy. "What's this? You're almost dripping. You are such a pain-slut." It was true. I was leaking more cream than I had ever before. I wanted to cover my face, but he ordered me to keep them above my head. His hand moved up and pulled my left nipple out until I groaned, then pinched it tightly. I gasped, trying not to move. He finally let go and grabbed the other nipple to do the same to it. When I squealed, I felt his cock jerk against my leg. It felt huge and hot. I started shivering, afraid of what was coming. He noticed, and moved on top of me, pulling my legs up and out until it felt like I would rip in two. "That's right. Time for you to start earning your keep. Grab my cock and guide it right to your cunt."

I did. It seemed to have grown even more, my fingers couldn't reach nearly around its head. I moved it over until it touched my vagina, then stopped. He started to push. I squirmed, good intentions forgotten. It felt like someone was trying to ram a baseball bat up my cunt. I knew it couldn't fit. "Please stop, you're too big."

"There's no way I'm stopping. Your cunt will stretch one way or another. Don't bother trying to sway me, I like the fact that this is going to cause you pain." With that, he gave a sudden push, and managed to pop the head inside. I screamed. My pussy was already so sore, now it felt like he'd shoved a knife in me. Instinctively my cunt tried to push him out, squeezing his cock like a vise. He pulled back slightly, making my cunt stretch more around his head, then pushed in another couple inches. While I cried, he did this over again, until he finally had his balls resting against my pussy. His cock twitched inside me, stretching my poor cunt to its limit. It felt like he was going to come out my throat, he was in me so far. Suddenly he pulled out almost all the way, and slammed back into me so hard my whole body moved up the bed. My legs started to come down until he said "Don't you dare move your legs or I'll whip your cunt till it bleeds." I just lay there, writhing from the pain as he continued pumping into me so hard his balls slapped against my pussy with each stroke. After a few minutes, though, the burning seemed to fade. Actually, it stayed the same, but I became aware of a new heat rising in my pussy. I couldn't help groaning with each stoke, and it wasn't purely from pain anymore. The heat pooled between my legs and grew hotter and hotter, until I felt I would actually cum despite the sharp pains that still came each time he pushed in and out. Ethan must have noticed. He pulled out of me quickly and used one arm to push my legs up higher until my knees were almost at my shoulders. With his other he began spanking my ass again, as hard as he could, while I screamed until my throat was hoarse. After about ten whacks, he shoved back into me in one long push. Ethan moved faster and faster, almost slamming me against the bed. At the same time, one of his hands went down and started pulling on my clitoris. Just as I felt I couldn't take any more, he pinched it hard. I almost shot off the bed, and came harder than I had ever come in my life. I literally saw stars. Afterwards, I just lay there gasping as he pumped in me for a few more minutes before he jerked and smashed one final time into my cunt. I felt his cum shoot far into me, flooding my cunt and dripping out along with my juices.