I work at a large retail clothing chain store in a mall. I hired in when I was in HS and it's just like a job for me then, but it was really supposed to be a short term thing. My boss, a guy, was totally a jerk. He kept making hints that this could be a lot easier if I were "easy too". He's a fat ugly sob that uses way too much cheap aftershave, so no way am I letting him touch me. I overheard my bosses boss talking to her husband one day, saying that our female district manager must be lesbian because she, the DM, keeps hitting on her. Well, I thought what the heck, I'll give it a try if it gets my boss off me, and if not then it was time to quit any way.

So next time the dm was down and was doing her "walk the floor inspection" I asked her for her opinion on something I'd found in a dressing stall. I took her into the dressing area and opened the stall on the end. The day before I wrote in felt tip pen, "I want you" with a little heart after it and her fist name in the heart. While she was looking at it, I leaned over with her and let my breast lay on her shoulder. When she looked up, I gave her a small open mouth kiss.

She blushed pink, and I whispered in her ear, "I wrote that for you."

She straightened up and almost ran out of there. I thought, Oh well, I'm quitting next week any ways. So I went back to my business. I kept watching her as she moved through the store talking to the other sales staff and managers. The dm left and my shift went normal after that. As I was heading out to my car, I got a phone call, all it said was, "tonight at the Holiday Inn room 210." I recognized it was the dm and decided to go.

Terry is maybe mid 30's, Strawberry Blonde, green eyes, thin with maybe a 34C top, and very commanding looking. I was surprised when she let me into her room. I saw she was in a white, very sheer, gown with nothing underneath. She was in full makeup and had obviously just down her nails. She kissed me and told me that if I was serious that I could go far with the company. She removed my clothing and told me there was something on the bed for me. It was a bag with a black lace bra and panty along with a new pair of black 5" pumps. She looked at me and said, "Please, put them on."

As soon as I had them on, she knelt down and kissed the tips of the pumps and without even looking up, said, "Thank you for coming miss. I am yours, if you will have me."

I just stood there looking at the lipstick prints on the pumps expecting her to look up and do something, but she repeated again, "I am yours, if you will have me."

I didn't have any clue what to do. I asked her to lay across the end of the bed. As she did so, I lifted her gown to fully expose her bottom. I sat down next to her and began to question her about what we were doing and how her inspection went at the store. As we talked she remained face down and I began letting my nails drag across the curves of her bottom as we talked.

Occasionally after she gave an answer she would tighten her bottom. After about the 3rd time of this, I figured out what she was expecting. Slap! I spanked her bottom after she gave me an answer that I wasn't thrilled with. She responded by wiggling her bottom in delight and giving out a little squeal.

I began questioning her and purposefully asking questions that I knew I wouldn't like the answer. Each time I slapped her bottom a bit harder than the previous. I finally asked her about my boss. I make her butt burn bright red from her praises of him. I told her he was an ass and that he wasn't to be rewarded and each time she disagreed I slapped her even harder. I was striking her so hard, my own hand was red and hurting from it.

I was surprised at how this was making me feel, I was noticeably stimulated sexually, and so was she! I finally stop beating her and told her to please me. Oh, and she really knew how to please. I screamed, I cried, a thrashed around on the bed--I had never had so many orgasms in my life!

It was getting late, too late for me to be out any longer, so I asked her to stop, and then to dress me. She helped me back into my clothing and made quite a lot of fuss getting things perfect for me. I then asked her, what her evaluation of me was going to be to the company. He only response was: "You will go far miss."

Terry is now regional manager and I am the general manager of the store, one of the largest in her region. Each time she is in the area, we meet up. Each time it is the same, she is my slave. I have become very adept at what is expected of me, at work, and at the hotel.

Terry loves the spankings, she craves the discipline. I now use a paddle on her, just a nice smooth piece of wood 2 inches thick and a foot and a half long. Each session I beat her bottom and her breasts with it until she cries. Real sobbing and release of her emotions. She then pleases me until I cannot take any more. We part ways until the next time she is in town.

My old boss is still just a supervisor and I make sure Terry knows he will be for as long as he is with the company. I wouldn't say Terry and I love each other, but we are drawn together. My dm will be retiring soon, and I am starting to convince Terry it's my turn.

All of this because I overheard a coworker's comment to her husband.