The Size Twelve Plimsoll  

Hayley was getting flustered.  She had only worked in the shoe
shop for the three weeks since she had left school and she
sometimes found it difficult to cope with so many customers
asking for different things.  Smiling as brightly as she could
she handed another pair to the bespectacled lady she was
trying to serve.  'There you are madam, would you like to try
these on?'   

The customer took the shoes, looked at them and then burst
out: 'What do you mean!?' These are size 7; I told you I take
5's!'  

Poor Hayley apologised and said that she would go back and get
the right size shoes straight away.  But she was now so
worried about getting the size right that she selected the
wrong style!  She smiled nervously as she handed the shoes to
the lady and didn't realise her mistake until the customer,
losing her temper at this bad service, threw the shoes to the
ground and stormed out shouting that she would never shop
there again.  

A shocked silence descended on the shop.  Hayley felt that
everybody was looking at her and wished that the ground would
open and swallow her.  After a moment everyone else went back
to what they were doing but Hayley still stood in shock.  Mrs
Edwards, the shop owner, came over to her.  'You'll see me at
six o'clock this evening, young lady!' she hissed.  

Hayley pulled herself together and got back to work.  Nothing
else went wrong that afternoon but she kept thinking about
what would happen at six.  She hoped she was wrong, but she
couldn't help thinking that she might be spanked!  

When she'd got the job Mrs Edwards had told her that all the
assistants in her shop had to agree to accept punishment from
her when necessary.  Mrs Edwards had told her that if she
worked hard and acted sensibly then it would not affect her. 
Hayley had never been spanked in her life but she wanted the
job so she accepted.  

She had soon made friends with Tracy, another assistant about
a year older than herself, but she was too shy to ask her
about Mrs Edwards' punishments.  However after a couple of
days Tracy mentioned it herself, asking Hayley if she'd been
told about Mrs Edwards's spankings.  Hayley blushed and
mumbled that she'd heard something about it at the interview. 
Tracy had told her not to worry as it didn't happen that often
and didn't hurt terribly.  Plucking up courage Hayley asked
her if she'd ever been spanked by Mrs Edwards.  

Tracy had told her that she'd worked there for a year now and
in that time she'd had the slipper twice.  'It's not as bad as
the strap at school,' she said.  But this didn't reassure
Hayley.  She'd never had the strap, but she'd seen other girls
who had, and she remembered how they had cried.  Then Tracy
went on: 'No, but what I was going to say is I think Linda is
going to get her situpon warmed today!  And I hope Mrs Edwards
really lays it on!'  

Neither of the girls liked Linda.  She was the most senior of
the assistants, about thirty years old.  She was very snooty
and was always ordering the junior girls around.  Hayley was
surprised that Linda could be spanked - she had thought of
Linda as one of the bosses not one of the girls.  She asked
Tracy what Linda had done.  

'Mrs Edwards left her to lock up last night.  But when she got
here this morning the shop was unlocked,' Tracy answered. 
Then a customer came in and the girls had to stop their
whispered conversation.  

That evening after the shop was closed Hayley noticed how
Linda made sure that all the other girls left as soon as
possible.  She thought of suggesting to Tracy that hang around
outside the shop to wait for Linda after her spanking, but as
Tracy didn't say anything she didn't either - it really wasn't
nice to gloat.  

Next day Linda had been much more subdued than usual and
Hayley noticed that she didn't sit down at her tea-breaks. 
Tracy said that Linda must have got something worse than the
slipper.  

So now Hayley thought that she could be due for some of Mrs
Edwards' private punishments.  At half past five the shop
closed and the girls started to tidy up.  One by one the
others left.  They all had a good idea what was going to
happen to Hayley but no-one said anything except Tracy who
wished her luck as she went home.  

By six there was no-one left in the shop.  Hayley drew a deep
breath and knocked at her boss's office door.  Mrs Edwards
stood up as the trembling teenager entered.  

'Do you wish to remain working for me, Hayley?' she enquired.  

Hayley nodded dumbly.  She knew she was lucky to have a job,
lots of her friends from school were still unemployed.  

'Then you must accept punishment for your disgraceful
performance earlier today.  You have lost my shop a customer. 
I explained the rules to you when I offered you the job.  Now
you can either accept a slippering or you leave my
employment!'  

'Please, Mrs Edwards, I really am sorry.  I do want to work
here.  I'll accept the slippering.'  

'Good,' said Mrs Edwards.  'Now go to the storeroom and fetch
me the size twelve plimsoll.  You'll find it on the shelf
marked "Reserved for staff use".  And don't make any mistake
about size or style this time or it will be the worse for
you!'  

Miserably Hayley made her way to the storeroom.  She had no
difficulty in finding the plimsoll.  Near it on the shelf she
noticed other items which were obviously instruments of
punishment.  She had never paid any attention to them before.  

She picked up the plimsoll and walked back with it to her
boss's office.  As she went she wondered if it was this very
plimsoll which Tracy had felt and what it would feel like as
it smacked against her own bottom.  She was soon to find out.  

When she got back Mrs Edwards did not waste any time.  She
took the plimsoll and told Hayley to remove her skirt, slip
and pantyhose and to bend over a chair which she had put in
the middle of her office.  She told Hayley that as it was her
first time she was allowing her to keep her panties on but
that if she had to punish her again it would be on the bare.  

Hayley did as she was told and bent over the chair, holding
onto the edge of the seat.  Her bottom felt ever so vulnerable
in its thin covering of her flimsy white panties.  She
trembled as she waited.  Then she heard the sound of the
slipper descending and then a loud CRACKK! as it crashed onto
her bottom.  She yelled at the sudden sting.  Mrs Edwards
continued to wallop the plimsoll down with all her might.  

Poor Hayley had no idea how many strokes she was going to get. 
After she had received about a dozen of Mrs Edwards'
fullblooded whacks she released her grip on the chair seat and
stood upright.  Her bottom was just too sore, she couldn't
bear any more.  Her hands went to protect her bottom and she
turned to face her chastiser. Tears were pouring from her eyes
and she wanted to beg to be let off but she could only cry.  

Mrs Edwards had no mercy, the girl deserved her punishment and
she was going to get it.  She always made sure that a first
spanking hurt so as to persuade the culprit not to come back
for a second time.  She sat down in the chair herself and
dragged the sobbing teenager over her knees.  Then, holding
her firmly, she delivered another eight hard whacks to
Hayley's already so-sore backside.  She made sure that every
inch of both cheeks received the attention of the plimsoll. 
Hayley struggled frantically but could not escape Mrs Edwards'
strong grasp.  The final whack was the hardest of all and
landed low on Hayley's left buttock, below the protection of
her panties.  Hayley screamed at the top of her voice.  

Mrs Edwards released her hold on the girl and told her to get
to her feet.  Hayley fell off the woman's knees and landed,
wriggling in pain, on the floor.  Mrs Edwards pulled her to
her feet and Hayley stood there sobbing, her hands cradling
her stinging rear.  The shop owner looked at her and decided
that she had been adequately punished.  'Put your clothes back
on, Hayley,' she said, 'and take the plimsoll back where you
found it.'  

When Hayley returned after carrying out these instructions she
had just managed to stop crying.  Mrs Edwards gave her a stern
lecture and then told her to go.  

By the next day Hayley had got over the worst of it, although
her bottom was still bruised and painful beneath her skirt. 
When Tracy asked her what it had been like she said it hadn't
hurt much.  But she mentally resolved never to earn herself
another spanking.