Spanked at Work

 

Hi all, I had a little anectdote I thought some people might enjoy. Yesterday was my birthday, I work in a restaurant, a bar and grill. Its a very close knit group. Anyway, my manager found out that it was my birthday and wrote it in the schedule book. When I came in to work in the morning I was immediately greeted with shouts from the cooks. One of my favorite cooks, Jeff, wished me a happy birthday and told me to stay right there while he got a rubber spatula to administer my birthday spanking. Good-humored, I played along. The other cook on the line that day, Scott, chuckled and cajoled me while Jeff ran downstairs after the implement. Now, no one there knows of my kink, so it was all innocent fun (?) But as I heard Jeff's heavy footsteps on the stairs, I must admit that my heart was pounding awfully hard. Bounding back into the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear and carrying a huge (to me anyway) commercial rubber spatula, the kind they use to scrape the batter out of the vats when they are baking, etc. He told me to bend over, and I complied good-naturedly, resting my hands on my knees, staring at the kitchen floor. The first spank fell on my bottom, it wasn't hard, but it certainly wasn't light. I felt the sting even through my levis. "One!" Jeff called teasingly. With great fanfare he slowly delivered twenty-one more spanks. Counting each one to the hooting and laughter of the other cook and kitchen staff. "Twenty-one... Twenty-two.... And now, one to grow on..." and he gave me a sharp swat, much harder than any of the previous, and although the spanking hadn't been hard, the cumulative effect had caused a bit of a sting to build up in my bottom. The last swat stung like crazy and I yelped "OW" standing up and rubbing my bottom. I pouted gamely, and Jeff gave me a hug and another wish of happy birthday. Scott pounded me on the back, congratulating me, and then sent me out of the kitchen with a sharp smack to the seat of my jeans. With a mock glare which had them laughing uncontrollably once more, I headed out into the restaurant to set up for the lunch rush. Lunch went by quickly as there was a lot of buisness, and generally, I was too busy to concentrate on the fading sting in my bottom. Around two, the restaurant cleared out, and the staff was gathering around the bar, per usual. I was perched on one end, waiting for one table to finish eating, when Craig, one of the managers and bartenders asked me to go into the kitchen to see if a salad he's sent in was ready yet. I went into the kitchen, finding it abandoned, (not unusual this time of day, the cooks usually went downstairs to smoke during the slow time) There was no salad on the counter, so I went back out to the bar, as I walked in, I was presented with a piece of cake with a lit candle, and all of the cooks, waitstaff and managers were gathered around singing happy birthday. I blew out the candle, and read the card. With thanks and smiles all around, I thought it was all over, but one of the waitresses piped up. "I think we should all take turns hitting her, until we get up to twenty-two!" Now, as I said, there were still people eating in the bar, and I felt my face burning at the suggestion. But everyone else picked it up enthusiastically. I was outnumbered. Craig lifted me by the waist, onto the bar. I grabbed the far edge of the bar to keep myself from falling, but I was left laying on my stomach. My legs dangling. One by one all of my co-workers came up and gave me a spank, taking turns until I'd had twenty two and several to grow on. They counted, chanting the number of each spank. Then with much joviality, I was lifted down off the bar, and hugged and pounded on the back, my bottom stinging smartly. Even several of the regular patrons of the bar had joined in on the festivities, and my cheeks burned scarlett with embarrasment (my face :P) Utterly humiliated, but glowing with warmth at the friendship all around me, I went to deliver thecheck to my last table. The man took it, giving me a conspiratal wink. He pressed a five dollar bill into my hand and wished me a happy birthday. I went home a couple hours after my shift (stayed to have a few drinks with everyone) and my brother had planned something else for my birthday. But that's another story....

Julie