Part 3, Punish the guilty.
Jerry entered the office timidly. He knew he was in trouble with the boss and
after ten years he knew the kinds of warped punishments Joe Henderson could and
would inflict on an employee that fucked up. All he could do was hope that the
punishment would be over quickly .
Jerry was 55 years old, 6'1, and a 145 lbs. of skin and bone. He didn't have
much formal education, no real skills and was practically unemployable when Joe
Henderson took him on. Joe Henderson paid all his employees very well, better
than any comparable employer, but in return the employee had to be prepared to
put up with Joe's little idiosyncrasies. They weren't all that bad and for the
money, Jerry was willing to accept them. He just wished that Henderson didn't
find it necessary to humiliate him so much.
As he entered the office, Jerry could see me sitting behind the bosses desk. He
noticed I was shirtless and probably had noted my right arm moving as I wanked
my dick as per the bosses orders. I noticed a slight look of relief in his eyes
as he realized that I also was in shit and was being punished. I guess he
thought my trouble was going to make it easier on him. Well if that was what he
was thinking boy was he wrong.
"You wanted to see me Mr. Bigballs", he asked following Mr. Henderson's orders
and calling me by that humiliating name. And so I began the charade, feeling
like a complete heal. "Yes you old, rundown hunk of puke. Park your sorry ass
in the fucking chair". I bellowed. "Do you know how fucking much money you
cost this company by your stupid mistake"?, and without waiting for a reply
launched right in again, "Fifty, that's how much, fifty fucking dollars. What
do you think this fucking company is, Fort fucking Knox"? Jerry opened his mouth
to reply but I cut him off. "Keep your fucking mouth shut when you are talking
to me, asshole. Open it again and you'll get something smashed in it that you
won't like".
"Now how the fuck are you going to make up for that fifty bucks"? I demanded,
and this time waited for poor old Jerry to answer. I prayed that he was smart
enough not to keep his mouth shut. But was also sure that Henderson knew that
he wouldn't. I just didn't want the embarrassment of what I was required to
demand of Jerry if he opened his mouth.
The room filled with a deadly silence for what seemed an eternity but in reality
was only about 30 seconds or so. But 30 seconds of deathly silence,
particularly when tensions are running high, can seem like hours. Finally poor
old Jerry just couldn't take the silence any longer. He opened his mouth and
began to speak, "I'll gladly re.."
"Didn't I tell you to keep your fucking mouth shut, you simple headed mother
fucker?", I screamed, cutting him off.
"Didn't I? ...... Didn't I also warn you of the consequences of opening your
fucking mouth? Well you stupid shithead your in even more trouble now then when
you came in here." He just sat there shaking.
Fuck I hated this, I was scaring the hell of the poor old guy. Then I noticed
Henderson scowl at me, I guess the revulsion of this scharade was showing on my
face. That scowl though was enough to make me continue.
"Well you old prick if you really need to have your fucking mouth open that
badly you might as well put it to work. Get your worthless ass around here and
get down on your fucking knee's." Jerry obeyed instantly jumping up and
hurrying around to my side of the desk. Then he stopped dead in his tracks.
His jaw dropped open when he saw that I was completely naked and wanking my
cock.
"What are you waiting for cocksucker. Get the fuck down on your knee's, crawl
under the desk and start sucking my cock. And don't you dare make me cum until
I give you permission".
Damned it I hated my self for saying that. But for both our sakes I had to go
on.
"Well, what in hell are you waiting for?"
Slowly Jerry dropped to his knee's, disbelief written all over his face as he
crawled under the desk, turned around and faced my self induced boner, now
dripping precum all over the place. He brought his head forward but just
couldn't seem to bring himself to place his mouth on my throbbing dong. I felt
so sorry for him. Then I noticed Henderson get up off the chair he was sitting
in over in the corner and position himself so he could see Jerry. Jerry must
have noticed the movement and turned his head to look Henderson in the eye.
Then an incredible, warm sensation engulfed my cock. One look from Henderson
convinced Jerry to get his mouth working. For the next 30 min Jerry gave me the
most fantastic blowjob I had ever had. He brought me to the edge of orgasm
fairly quickly and seemed to know just exactly how to keep me there. "Holy
shit", I wondered, "is he gay"? He sure seems to know his way around a cock."
I was lost in the pleasure of it all when I heard a soft, "hrrumph", from
Henderson. Time to carry on.
Sarah was our secretary and she was next on Henderson's hit list. She had
bungled up on some correspondence. Nothing serious and we caught it before it
left the office, but Henderson punished all mistakes, serious or not.
Sarah was a petit girl, stood about 5'4", in her 1 inch heels, with beautiful
auburn hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall. She had a slim waist
but a humongus set of cans, they must have been at least a 46D. She was
dressed in a light tan coloured two piece suit, with a white frilly edged blouse
and rainbow string tie, with a moonstone clip. She was a very good looking
young lady.
She entered the office, and remembering what happened to me earlier, asked for
permission to close the door. I looked towards Henderson and he gave a very
slight nod, so I gave Sarah the ok. She walked over to the desk but did not
make any attempt to sit without permission. If she thought it unusual that the
boss in training should be sitting there with no shirt on she never let it show
on her face or in her manner.
"Please have a seeeeaat" I invited her while giving a little gasp. Jerry had
just done something to the nerve ends on my cock that sent a thrill surging
through my body. Oh this was going to be a tough one. After she had seated
herself I began with a concerned voice, "As you are aware Sarah, we can not
afford to have employee's making mistakes with our vital correspondence".
"While the mistakes were minimal and were caught in time, the consequences could
have been embarrassing to the company. Don't you agree?" Without hesitation
she answered in a clear, calm voice.
"Oh yes, Mr. Bigballs. I understand completely and offer no excuse for such
stupid errors." She gave me a big smile, which just about knocked me out of my
chair, and waited patiently for a response from me.
"Well Sarah, to help you realize how important your position is, and how vital
you not make mistakes, you must be given a lesson that will be a positive
reinforcement." My lips were trembling as I spoke. Jerry had me at the edge
and I was ready to blow my load. Just as I thought I was going to start
shooting hot beads of love juice all over the poor bugger, he stopped. "Oh God,
don't stop Jerry, don't stop." I must have been trembling all over at this
point and I was having trouble concentrating on what I had to do next. Although
this was supposed to be a punishment for Sarah, it was really a punishment for
me.
"Would you agree that a lesson is needed, Sarah?" I asked through trembling
lips.
"Oh yes, Mr. Bigballs", she answered with honey sweet innocence.
Now would come the part that I was dreading. With my right hand I pushed Jerry
off my cock and stood up. I'll swear my face was redder than any red you have
ever seen. I could feel the fire in my face.
I expected Sarah to give a gasp of dismay, or something like it but what I got
instead was a giggle of delight. "Oh Mr. Bigballs, you seem to have
a.....little....problem".
"Fucking right I do bitch, and he is sitting over in the corner getting his
jollies off at my expense". I thought, but said, "Yes I guess so."
"These mistakes were not really your fault Sarah, they were mine. As office
manager I should have been more vigilant in checking to make sure everything was
correct. I neglected my duty and as a result you have been made to suffer some
embarrassment. It is therefore, imperative that I be given some positive
reinforcement to ensure I am more vigilant in carrying out my duties in
future." I stammered out this little speech standing naked in front of this
beautiful girl, my face getting redder by the second and my poor cock throbbing
and bouncing all over the place.
"Sarah would you please administer the reinforcement, by giving my cock ten
good, hard whacks with that ruler sitting on my desk?" I asked in a pitiful,
partly frightened voice.
Sarah gave me that smile again and said, "Why certainly Mr. Bigballs, always
glad to help".
I looked over at Henderson and he just gave me a big smile. The rotten son of a
bitch had this all set up, I'll swear to it. Either that or Sarah was some sort
of scatter brain, which I knew she wasn't. Ok, I'll take the ruler whacks I
thought to myself and won't give either of them the satisfaction of hearing me
howl. Little did I know.
Sarah picked up the ruler and gave it a couple of playful pats against the palm
of her hand. She looked me square in the eye, that smile still curling those
beautiful, full lips.
"Just come right over here Mr. Bigballs and place your cute tush against the
back of the chair".
I did as I was told.
"Now place your hands on the back of the chair and force that little thingy way
out so I can reach it."
This was damned embarrassing, but I followed her commands. So there I was bent
over backwards, supported by my hands on the back of the chair and my cock
throbbing and bouncing, waiting for this pretty lady to start beating the shit
out of it with a ruler.
In this position I could not see my member, only the ruler when she raised it
above her head. She gave me that sweet look again and then brought the ruler
down with all the force her tiny body could muster. Tiny she might have been,
but the pain that erupted through my cock was like no other pain I had ever
experienced before. A scream erupted from my lips, arising from deep within my
body, reverberated around the walls of that office and out into the main work
area and then throughout the building, I am sure. The scream was so loud and so
sudden that it startled poor old Jerry still on his knees under the table. He
gave a jolt, banging his head against the underside of the desk and let a loud
moan and gasped, "Oh fuck".
My cock was on fire and quickly lost it's erection. My hands had come off the
chair and I was dancing and hopping around the room holding my damaged piece of
meat and screaming obscenities.
Finally the pain began to ebb and I quit with the hopping and dancing. Tears
from my eyes were clouding my vision and dripping profusely down my cheeks. Two
pairs of amused eyes followed my every movement.
As the pain abated I looked down at my violated member and saw that it was
bleeding, The ruler had made a neat little slice across the top, a fraction of
an inch behind the head. The welt from the ruler blow, was red and angry
looking.
"Well Mr. Bigballs you are a bit of a wimp aren't you", Sarah sarcastically
remarked, "that was only the first one, you still have nine to go".
"Nine, fucking nine. I'll never live through nine. I can't take it. I can't
take it." I thought in panic. I looked towards Henderson, still sitting there
with that amused smile on his face and openly pleaded.
"Please sir, I just can't another whack like that. I'll do anything you ask but
please not that".
I was ashamed of myself, tears rolling down my cheeks and begging like a little
child not to be punished. The smile left Henderson's face instantly.
He looked at Sarah and said, "You know what to do, Sarah".
"Yes sir", she answered.
She turned and marched over the a large cupboard that graced the wall next to
the door that lead to Henderson's private washroom. She opened a door on the
lower right side of the cupboard and rummaged around inside for a second or two.
When she stood back up she was holding what looked like handcuffs and manacles.
She then moved to the left side of the cupboard and did something at the wall
and what seemed to be a half table dropped silently to the floor.
"Come here, Mr. Bigballs", she commanded.
Tears still running down my face I obeyed and walked over to the table.
"Sit that cute little tush on the table and lie back".
Again I followed her instructions. I don't know what in the hell I was
thinking, but it sure wasn't with any degree of intelligence, for if it had been
there is no way I would have continued to follow her instructions. Maybe I was
thinking that Henderson had changed his mind and I would not have to have nine
more whacks with that fucking ruler against my poor cock. All I know is that
like a zombie I did as I was told.
The table was just big enough for me to lie back, my head clearing the wall by
about 2 inches. Only about 2 inches of my ass, the 2 inches below the tailbone
were actually on the table. My legs hung down and touched the floor. Next
thing I know Sarah grab's my right hand and brings it down over the side of the
table, snaps a leather lined hand cuff on my wrist and then fastens it to the
wall below the table. She pulled it down tight and I had to shift a little to
make it more comfortable. She then did the same with my left wrist on the other
side. I have got to tell you that was an awkward position to be in and it was
not very comfortable at all. I couldn't move the upper portion of my body
without causing pain to one shoulder or the other.
Then I felt my right leg being pulled to the side of the table and fastened to
something. Again this was repeated with my left leg. I was completely helpless
and it finally dawned on me that my cock was now pushed out, and she could do
whatever she wanted and there was nothing I could do to stop her.
"Now Mr. Bigballs", she said with an evil grin on her face, "since you were not
man enough to take your positive reinforcement voluntarily, you will have to
take it bound."
"Oh no Sarah, please. I can't take anything more like that. Please do not do
this". I pleaded, degrading my self even further.
"Mr. Henderson please not this, not this". And I began crying like a child.
"Settle down you little wimp", Sarah commanded. "Because of your wimpy behavior
I think you should get an addition ten on top of the nine owing".
"No. No. No.", I screamed. "No. Fire me Mr. Henderson. Throw me out the door
naked. I don't care. But leave my cock alone. Anything is better than that".
I was shaking uncontrollably, petrified to have that ruler whack against my
defenseless member. But it was all to no avail. Sarah stepped between my
spread legs, that evil grin still on her lips, and raised the ruler. With a
whoosh it descended toward my cock and I screamed even before contact was made.
The pain was indescribable. Each whack of the ruler was worse than the one
before. I screamed and begged and screamed again. I screamed until I was
hoarse and my screams became silent gasps of air escaping from my tortured body.
But still the punishment went on. I must have blacked out around the 15th blow
of that dreaded ruler. When I became aware of my surroundings again I could
hear Sarah and Henderson talking somewhere in the distance.
Then I heard Henderson say, "Ah it looks like our little sleepyhead is finally
awake".
Sarah came over and looked down at my tear streaked, anguished eyes. That ever
present smile still curled around her lips.
"Only five more to go Mr. Bigballs and I can now really call you bigballs. The
ruler missed your cock a couple of times and hit your poor little balls. But
they seem to have grown up", and she gave a mocking laugh as she turned and
headed back down between my legs.
The five remaining whacks were administered, while I continued to dry scream. I
have read that if the pain is great enough and long enough eventually you begin
to get erotic sensations and it is even possible to get off. While I am here to
tell you that is all bullshit. There is nothing erotic about having your cock
beat all the way to hell and back. There is nothing but one great big ball of
pain shooting out in all directions along those very delicate nerve endings.
But contrary to what I thought after that first blow, I did manage to survive
the beating.
I was almost on the verge of blacking out again when the last blow was
delivered. When my gasping and dry screaming subsided, Sarah began unfastening
my bonds. But I couldn't move. The pain was excruciating. I seemed to be
hurting everywhere at once.
After releasing me, Sarah walked out of my field of vision, leaving me to suffer
in my agony.
I don't know how long I lay there before I was able to start to move. But even
then the pain was still debilitating. However the cramps I was experiencing in
my shoulders and upper arms as well as my thigh muscles made movement imperative
and soon. Through shear will power I forced myself to sit up. The pain that
tore through my cock from that simple movement made me give another dry scream.
Once up I just sat there in a kind of delirium.
I noticed movement from across the room and looked up. Henderson had got up
from his chair and was walking over to me. As he approached, an overwhelming
hate began to surface from deep within me. The closer he got to me the deeper
that hatred became. He was no more than two feet from me when my hatred boiled
over.
"You rotten bastard", I rasped from parched throat and lips as I lunged toward
him, my fist doubled.
I wanted to kill him at that moment and if I'd of had the strength and ability I
know I would have. But as I mentioned before I am a nothing physically and my
blow was no more than a tickle to him.
He just laughed and pushed me back. I was so weak I fell against the table and
then onto the floor. The fall caused more pain to my cock and I gave a gasp of
agony. I didn't even have the strength to get back up. All my strength had
been used up on that lunge. Tears again began to roll down my cheeks. Tears of
pain, frustration and humiliation.
He looked down at me, a look of disgust on his face as I curled myself up into
the fetal position.
"I do believe it is coffee break time, is it not Sarah?" I heard him say to the
bitch.
"Why yes it is Mr. Henderson, I was having so much fun I didn't even notice."
she replied with a giggle.
"Why not join me?" he asked. "We can go down to the coffee shop downstairs, my
treat."
"That would be lovely." she answered, and off they went.
They pain was still indescribable. I just pulled myself up tighter into the
fetal position and hoped for it to ease. I must have eventually drifted off
into a troubled sleep. I felt someone shaking my shoulder.
"It's ok John", Henderson said in a quiet, soothing voice.
"The beating is over, you have had a nice rest. It is time to get on with being
the boss".
What, surely he didn't intend to go on with this nonsense?
From the look in his eyes I could plainly see that he did.
How much more? How fucking much more was I going to be able to take. He must
be able to see that I was almost finished.
"Come on son, let me help you up and get you back to the bosses chair". He said
in a fatherly tone.
He bent over placed his arms gently under mine and helped me to my feet.
Another stab of pain shot from my cock, up through my abdomen and throughout my
body. While another dry scream erupted from my parched lips.
Walking was almost impossible. Each movement of my legs brought more pain, more
agony. By the time we reached the chair I felt ready to pass out from it all.
He gently helped me to sit down, then said, "Get Jerry to lick your dick slowly,
with lots of spit, it will help".
I looked at him and then down at the hapless Jerry still on his hands and knees
under the desk. Maybe Henderson was right, maybe a gentle tongue with lots of
spit would help ease the terrible throbbing in my dick.
"Jerry", I rasped, "please lick my dick, very, very gently and use lots of
spit". Jerry looked at me with two of the saddest eyes I had ever seen. He
gave a slight nod of his head and moved to do my bidding. Then I saw the
shocked look on his face. I had not looked down at my abused member since being
released from the table. The look on Jerry's face drew my eyes to it, like a
nail to a magnet.
I gave a wail that even my screamed out, parched throat could not hold back.
Tears rolled down my face again, along with broken hearted sobs. My cock was a
mess. It was swollen to at least four times it's normal size. It was red, raw
and black and blue. It, along with my balls were covered in dry and coagulating
blood. There were cuts along the entire shaft and a few on the purple head as
well. It was just one hell of a mess.
"Oh don't worry John it looks a lot worse than it really is", the boss said in
that fatherly soothing, tone.
"In a day or two it will be good as new".
That's easy for him to say, I'm the one in pain and now shocked by what I see.
Anyway Jerry starts his gentle licking and in a few seconds it actually does
start to feel better. I just sit there letting Jerry's ministrations sooth the
pain.
