Check, please
Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 1:37 pm
In another life, years ago, I sold radio air time. I hated it. Cold calling from 9 til 5 . Every day. Worse than that, I sucked at it. They kept me there because they liked me. Simple as that. I didn't cause waves. I was funny. They thought those are what made a good salesman. Not even close.
Except for this one time.
I was driving along a street that was lined with stores and shops that I had already pestered. A normal strip mall. A sign in a window behind that long row of stores caught my eye: "Hair Reflections". Now open. I'd never seen that before so I did a u-turn and parked outside. Only one other car was on the lot. A bad location. No customers. They needed advertising.
I walked into the shop. A bell announced my arrival. From the back room, a very pretty girl in her early 20's came out with a smudge of paint on her cheek. Adorable. She was about 5'5", her t-shirt was tight and showed off Mother Nature's gift.
"Hi, I'm Phyliis. How are you?" she sung. Her eyes were emerald green and sparkling.
"I'm Logan, I'm good. Thanks for asking. Nice shop you have here." I said as I looked at the newly rennovated barber shop.
"Thanks. I did it myself." Phyllis announced proudly. "It was my dad's but he retired and I'm taking over."
She walked past me toward the front of the room. A plump, round pair of cheeks rolled under tight jeans were mesmerizing. The tick-tock of her bottom created a perfect metronome to whatever song was in my head at the time.
"What do you need today? Cut? Trim?" she asked picking up scissors and a comb.
"Oh, uh, no, I'm from WOTK and I saw you're sign and thought you might need some help getting people in here." I said staring at her bulging back pockets.They were as close to perfect as I'd seen at that time in my life.
"Wow, you must be psychic. I was thinking about how I could get the word out. And you're lucky,I love WOTK. That's all I listen to and I"m sure your listeners are the age of the customers I want. This was a nice coincidence. What do you suggest?" Her energy was contagious.
We sat down at a manicure station and she signed up for a great plan that gave her twenty-five spots in drive time and a remote broadcast on a Saturday afternoon.I also threw in an extra 10 commercials on the Harrison and Marks morning show.
It was a great success. The remote attracted so many people there was a waiting line to get in. Phyliss had also booked a local rock band, "Jake" to play and the parking lot was packed. A local TV station actually featured it on the weekend round-up.
"Hair Reflections" was booming with business. Four weeks after the remote, I was called in to the GM's office. "Logan, congrats on the "Hair" win. But we haven't received any payments yet. Stop by there and see what's going on. Good job."
That was strange. Phyliss knew the payment structure. What could the reason be? This could be a big account for me. I had to see what was going on.
I drove there at six that evening. There were three cars on the lot. As I walked in a customer and one of the stylists were leaving. Phyliss was at the register.
"Hey, Logan, what's happening?" I was greeted with a hug and a peck on my cheek. "Thanks to you, we're booked solid for the three weeks. I had to hire two more cutters."
She was wearing a vintage skirt that clung to her bottom for dear life.
"I can't take all the credit but I did want to ask you about your invoice. Did you get it?" I asked in a tone that was serious but also gave her the indication that she might have overlooked it.
"Oh, damn, yes, I did" she put her palm on her head as if she could've had a V8.
"Logan, with everything going on around here, I forgot. I'm so sorry. I did. Can you come back tomorrow? I'll have the check and I'll give you the entire amount and we'll talk about another flight of spots. I have some ideas. I want to step up the schedule for the next quarter. This is working and I don't want to stop the momentum."
Sounded good to me. So it was settled. I'd be back same time tomorrow night and I've had my check and the commission check that went along with it.
The next night I went back. Only one car on the lot. I recognized it as Phyliss's ride. I walked into an empty shop. The bell rant. Finally, Phyliss came out and stopped in her tracks. "Oh, shit. Logan."
I knew that wasn't what I wanted to hear.
"I'm sorry. I forgot the company checkbook. It's at my accountants. I'm seeing him tomorrow. Sorry. This is awful." Her smile tried to temper my temper.
I guess I don't have a great poker face. I was not happy. "Phyliss, I'm starting to get some grief back at the office, I need that check."
"I know, I know, I promise I'll have it tomorrow." she said crossing her heart.
"If I come back here tomorrow and you don't have that check, I'm going to put you over my knee, young lady." I threatened but I knew that's what was in order. (Remember, folks, this was in the 80's.)
Her face blushed and a smile exploded onto her face. "What? Are you serious? Well, I guess I'd better have that check."
"I'm not kidding, Phyliss. You're messing with my income and security. Tomorrow night I want that check." No smiles from me.
"Yes, sir." she saluted and broke down all of my defenses with a smile that could melt a glacier.
The next day I was totally slammed with a ton of leads. It was near six when I finally got to the salon. A few cars dotted the lot. I parked and waited for them to leave then made my way to the front door. Phyliss was waiting for me as I walked in.
"Hi, Logan." she said as she locked the door and walked toward the back of the shop and into a room behind the shampoo station. She didn't say a word. I followed the swaying round cheeks under her dress.
"What's up?" I asked almost trotting to catch up with her.
"I screwed up. Now I'm ready to take my medicine. No check. I flaked." she confessed as she looked me directly in the eyes.
"No way. You didn't. Jesus, Phyliss. Tomorrow is the end of the quarter. Do you know how much money that means to me? Dammit.I'm not going to get my commission and I need that money for Chrissake." I was pissed.
"Logan, I am really sorry. But it's actually your fault." she said with a smirk.
"My fault? How is it my fault?" I spat.Was this woman out of her mind?
"Well, if you didn't do such a great job with the media plan, I wouldn't be so busy with appointments, and inventory and hiring and all the other things I have to worry about instead of your stupid check." She sassed.
That did it. Camel meet straw.
"Stupid check? Stupid check? What did I tell you was going to happen if you didn't have my STUPID check today?" I said walking toward her with measured steps.
My tone got her attention. "You said...you said..but you were kidding, right? You said you were going to spank me if I didn't have it."
"Yes, I did. And I'm a man of my word." And with that I took her by the wrist, sat on the nearest chair and put her over my knee. She was wearing a flowered sun dress. I flipped it over her back and was presented with two beautiful cheeks bursting out of her green panties.
SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK
"Where do you get off first telling me that it's my fault and secondly that it's a stupid check?" I didn't miss one purposeful slap on her well-padded bottom.
"Ooohh, Logan, ouch, oh dear, listen...ow.....no, really......oooooch...Logan....oh jeez, that stung..."
SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK "I gave you plenty warning."
SMACKSMACK SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK "DoSMACKyouSMACKunderstandSMACK?"
"Yesssssss, dear God, yes, i'm on fire, Logan. Yiiieieeeeeee......"
"I want to make sure you learned your lesson well, Phyliss." And with that pronoucnement, I yanked down her green panties to reveal a crimson, heart-shaped bottom that was clenching and jiggling.
"Hold on, girl." SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK
SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK
Phlyiss kicked, stretched, clenched, squirmed, wriggled. "Nooooo, no no no no no pull my panties back up. I'm sorry. I really am, Logan. Please. Whhhaaaaaaaaa..........." Her fists pounded the floor.
I administered another full minute of nonstop slaps to her bare crimson bottom. She craned her neck and looked me in the eye. Her face was flushed. Her breathing was staggered.
I stopped abruptly and smiled as I watched her hips bounding up and down anticipating the next volley of slaps.
She was naughty. She finally settled down. "Oh, Logan, I....I.....ooohhhhh....mmmmmmm...I..." she exhaled.
I pulled up her panties. Smoothed down her dress and stood her up.
"Did you learn your lesson?" I sternly asked.
Phyliss was mute but breathing heavy.
She reached back and rubbed her bottom then turned toward the front of the shop. I was breathless as she continued to try to sooth her blazing cheeks. I followed her to the reception area. She was sniffling and looked at me with tears brimming in her eyes. A few buttons were pushed on the cash register. It coughed open. She reached under the change drawer and removed and envelope. She handed it to me.
"What is this?" I asked as I looked at the enveloped addressed to me.
"What do you think, Mister Spanker?" she said smiling through her tears biting her lip and continued to rub her bottom.
"I think we're going to do really great together. Thank you for my spanking. I was wondering if you were man enough. Whew. I was right. Oh, Logan, you know how to spank a naughty girl." Phyliss said as she lifted her skirt and pulled her panties between her tomato red cheeks and squeezed oh-so gently. "Mmmmm, yeah. We're going to do just fine."
A hug and a long kiss followed and we walked back to the room behind the shampoo station.
This is a true story. I continued to see Phyliss for two years after that. She moved her shop to Annapolis and started a relationship with a true dominant who introduced her to the finer points of bondage and discipline.I hope she is doing well.
Except for this one time.
I was driving along a street that was lined with stores and shops that I had already pestered. A normal strip mall. A sign in a window behind that long row of stores caught my eye: "Hair Reflections". Now open. I'd never seen that before so I did a u-turn and parked outside. Only one other car was on the lot. A bad location. No customers. They needed advertising.
I walked into the shop. A bell announced my arrival. From the back room, a very pretty girl in her early 20's came out with a smudge of paint on her cheek. Adorable. She was about 5'5", her t-shirt was tight and showed off Mother Nature's gift.
"Hi, I'm Phyliis. How are you?" she sung. Her eyes were emerald green and sparkling.
"I'm Logan, I'm good. Thanks for asking. Nice shop you have here." I said as I looked at the newly rennovated barber shop.
"Thanks. I did it myself." Phyllis announced proudly. "It was my dad's but he retired and I'm taking over."
She walked past me toward the front of the room. A plump, round pair of cheeks rolled under tight jeans were mesmerizing. The tick-tock of her bottom created a perfect metronome to whatever song was in my head at the time.
"What do you need today? Cut? Trim?" she asked picking up scissors and a comb.
"Oh, uh, no, I'm from WOTK and I saw you're sign and thought you might need some help getting people in here." I said staring at her bulging back pockets.They were as close to perfect as I'd seen at that time in my life.
"Wow, you must be psychic. I was thinking about how I could get the word out. And you're lucky,I love WOTK. That's all I listen to and I"m sure your listeners are the age of the customers I want. This was a nice coincidence. What do you suggest?" Her energy was contagious.
We sat down at a manicure station and she signed up for a great plan that gave her twenty-five spots in drive time and a remote broadcast on a Saturday afternoon.I also threw in an extra 10 commercials on the Harrison and Marks morning show.
It was a great success. The remote attracted so many people there was a waiting line to get in. Phyliss had also booked a local rock band, "Jake" to play and the parking lot was packed. A local TV station actually featured it on the weekend round-up.
"Hair Reflections" was booming with business. Four weeks after the remote, I was called in to the GM's office. "Logan, congrats on the "Hair" win. But we haven't received any payments yet. Stop by there and see what's going on. Good job."
That was strange. Phyliss knew the payment structure. What could the reason be? This could be a big account for me. I had to see what was going on.
I drove there at six that evening. There were three cars on the lot. As I walked in a customer and one of the stylists were leaving. Phyliss was at the register.
"Hey, Logan, what's happening?" I was greeted with a hug and a peck on my cheek. "Thanks to you, we're booked solid for the three weeks. I had to hire two more cutters."
She was wearing a vintage skirt that clung to her bottom for dear life.
"I can't take all the credit but I did want to ask you about your invoice. Did you get it?" I asked in a tone that was serious but also gave her the indication that she might have overlooked it.
"Oh, damn, yes, I did" she put her palm on her head as if she could've had a V8.
"Logan, with everything going on around here, I forgot. I'm so sorry. I did. Can you come back tomorrow? I'll have the check and I'll give you the entire amount and we'll talk about another flight of spots. I have some ideas. I want to step up the schedule for the next quarter. This is working and I don't want to stop the momentum."
Sounded good to me. So it was settled. I'd be back same time tomorrow night and I've had my check and the commission check that went along with it.
The next night I went back. Only one car on the lot. I recognized it as Phyliss's ride. I walked into an empty shop. The bell rant. Finally, Phyliss came out and stopped in her tracks. "Oh, shit. Logan."
I knew that wasn't what I wanted to hear.
"I'm sorry. I forgot the company checkbook. It's at my accountants. I'm seeing him tomorrow. Sorry. This is awful." Her smile tried to temper my temper.
I guess I don't have a great poker face. I was not happy. "Phyliss, I'm starting to get some grief back at the office, I need that check."
"I know, I know, I promise I'll have it tomorrow." she said crossing her heart.
"If I come back here tomorrow and you don't have that check, I'm going to put you over my knee, young lady." I threatened but I knew that's what was in order. (Remember, folks, this was in the 80's.)
Her face blushed and a smile exploded onto her face. "What? Are you serious? Well, I guess I'd better have that check."
"I'm not kidding, Phyliss. You're messing with my income and security. Tomorrow night I want that check." No smiles from me.
"Yes, sir." she saluted and broke down all of my defenses with a smile that could melt a glacier.
The next day I was totally slammed with a ton of leads. It was near six when I finally got to the salon. A few cars dotted the lot. I parked and waited for them to leave then made my way to the front door. Phyliss was waiting for me as I walked in.
"Hi, Logan." she said as she locked the door and walked toward the back of the shop and into a room behind the shampoo station. She didn't say a word. I followed the swaying round cheeks under her dress.
"What's up?" I asked almost trotting to catch up with her.
"I screwed up. Now I'm ready to take my medicine. No check. I flaked." she confessed as she looked me directly in the eyes.
"No way. You didn't. Jesus, Phyliss. Tomorrow is the end of the quarter. Do you know how much money that means to me? Dammit.I'm not going to get my commission and I need that money for Chrissake." I was pissed.
"Logan, I am really sorry. But it's actually your fault." she said with a smirk.
"My fault? How is it my fault?" I spat.Was this woman out of her mind?
"Well, if you didn't do such a great job with the media plan, I wouldn't be so busy with appointments, and inventory and hiring and all the other things I have to worry about instead of your stupid check." She sassed.
That did it. Camel meet straw.
"Stupid check? Stupid check? What did I tell you was going to happen if you didn't have my STUPID check today?" I said walking toward her with measured steps.
My tone got her attention. "You said...you said..but you were kidding, right? You said you were going to spank me if I didn't have it."
"Yes, I did. And I'm a man of my word." And with that I took her by the wrist, sat on the nearest chair and put her over my knee. She was wearing a flowered sun dress. I flipped it over her back and was presented with two beautiful cheeks bursting out of her green panties.
SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK
"Where do you get off first telling me that it's my fault and secondly that it's a stupid check?" I didn't miss one purposeful slap on her well-padded bottom.
"Ooohh, Logan, ouch, oh dear, listen...ow.....no, really......oooooch...Logan....oh jeez, that stung..."
SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK "I gave you plenty warning."
SMACKSMACK SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK "DoSMACKyouSMACKunderstandSMACK?"
"Yesssssss, dear God, yes, i'm on fire, Logan. Yiiieieeeeeee......"
"I want to make sure you learned your lesson well, Phyliss." And with that pronoucnement, I yanked down her green panties to reveal a crimson, heart-shaped bottom that was clenching and jiggling.
"Hold on, girl." SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK
SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK
Phlyiss kicked, stretched, clenched, squirmed, wriggled. "Nooooo, no no no no no pull my panties back up. I'm sorry. I really am, Logan. Please. Whhhaaaaaaaaa..........." Her fists pounded the floor.
I administered another full minute of nonstop slaps to her bare crimson bottom. She craned her neck and looked me in the eye. Her face was flushed. Her breathing was staggered.
I stopped abruptly and smiled as I watched her hips bounding up and down anticipating the next volley of slaps.
She was naughty. She finally settled down. "Oh, Logan, I....I.....ooohhhhh....mmmmmmm...I..." she exhaled.
I pulled up her panties. Smoothed down her dress and stood her up.
"Did you learn your lesson?" I sternly asked.
Phyliss was mute but breathing heavy.
She reached back and rubbed her bottom then turned toward the front of the shop. I was breathless as she continued to try to sooth her blazing cheeks. I followed her to the reception area. She was sniffling and looked at me with tears brimming in her eyes. A few buttons were pushed on the cash register. It coughed open. She reached under the change drawer and removed and envelope. She handed it to me.
"What is this?" I asked as I looked at the enveloped addressed to me.
"What do you think, Mister Spanker?" she said smiling through her tears biting her lip and continued to rub her bottom.
"I think we're going to do really great together. Thank you for my spanking. I was wondering if you were man enough. Whew. I was right. Oh, Logan, you know how to spank a naughty girl." Phyliss said as she lifted her skirt and pulled her panties between her tomato red cheeks and squeezed oh-so gently. "Mmmmm, yeah. We're going to do just fine."
A hug and a long kiss followed and we walked back to the room behind the shampoo station.
This is a true story. I continued to see Phyliss for two years after that. She moved her shop to Annapolis and started a relationship with a true dominant who introduced her to the finer points of bondage and discipline.I hope she is doing well.