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Authors: Lily Smith

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She thought to herself, "What the hell
is he doing with my ass? Just tell me please...just give me the job
already!"

He brought the other hand down on her
other ass cheek. Still she kept her resolve as she bit her
lip.

He glided his thick, tanned fingers
lightly across her ass without removing her panties, and reached up
to the band they held her panties together and gently nudged them
down a centimeter, then stopped, waiting for a reaction. Nothing
came.

"Ok, turn around, you passed." he
said.

"What was that for?? Did I do
something wrong?" she asked.

"No, nothing at all. But you can
expect spanks like that every single day working here in this pit.
You will earn every penny in tips that you're given, girl. And then
some. You need to be able to ignore pain and teasing, to look the
other way as if a fly landed on your shoulder. That is how it is
with this crowd. They will fight to defend you unto death, but
carries the cost of merciless feeling up and teasing. You get daily
pay too, just so you know, and a few...bonuses. But we'll get to
those later", he said in a deadpan tone.

Jett didn't care about a few smacks to
her ass, as long as the tips were decent and she didn't go to bed
hungry again. She had endured worse, and had gotten no pay out of
it. She would endure...she had to. Her empty stomach demanded she
ignore the occasional titillation her ass received.

 

Chapter 2: First Lesson

 

The next day she walked into the
saloon thinking about nothing else but the money she would receive
at the end of the day. It was almost like a dream come true. She
quickly slipped into her outfit as fast as an owl did to a
scurrying mouse, ignoring the silver dollar embedded in the floor.
She brought water to a few patrons who just arrived, then headed
towards the bartender who dried off a shot glass with a dirty
towel.

"Here, you might need this. It's the
menu". She looked it over and gasped at the variety of beers,
whiskeys, rums and vodkas that were available.

"Christ! Do we even have all of
these?" she asked.

The bartender chuckled and said, "Sort
of. I can pretty much mix a few things if we don't have everything,
and 99% of the time they're too shit-faced to tell the difference
anyway. If'n I run out of water however, you'll see my body
swingin' from the nearest tree. No doubt about it
friend".

The day started out egregiously slow,
with never more than two or three patrons at one time. She relaxed
a bit, trying to get a better visual stakeout of the place before
nightfall. Five o'clock arrived and the rejects from hell stammered
into the bar like wolves to a carcass. Jett could barely keep up
with herself. Only one other waitress was working and she seemed to
keep up with every order given to her, no matter how spectacularly
unreasonable it seemed. Jett walked back towards the front of the
bar and spilled beer on the arm of a sickly looking Mexican
bandito. He cursed at her and threw his handkerchief in her
direction.

"Ay que la chingada! You idiot!" he
yelled. She apologized and took the handkerchief to his arm,
dabbing up the beer. He dropped a quarter on the ground next to
her. She bent down to pick it up for him.

SMACK
!

The entire room roared with
laughter.

"Second time is charm senorita!" the
Mexican said laughing into his beer. "You gots be more car-full and
not fall for tricks!"

She walked towards the bar and
refilled a few drinks, trying not to look the bartender in the eye.
At this rate she wouldn't have much of an ass to sit on if she kept
the naivety up. She thought back to when Jake gave her the
obligatory (and mild) spanking. It didn't hurt at all. For a few
seconds she almost enjoyed it, or perhaps it was the musky cologne
he wore and the fresh tobacco that seemed to peel off of his breath
as he talked to her that was so alluring.

The bartender looked over at her and
then pointed repeatedly at his watch.

"You're on break", he
mouthed.

She walked down the steps to the
cellar without looking at the snickering crowd of misfits playing
cards. She could feel their stares darting her in the back as she
walked away, and they loved every jiggle of her ass as she
walked.

Jake hunched over his accounting
festivities with a half-burnt cigarette in the ashtray. She came
and sat down next to him. He continued scribbling down his profits
and losses, trying to make some peace between them.

She sniffed and then let a tear stream
down her face.

Jake let out the biggest and loudest
sigh in the entire town.

"You know..." he started to say."It
might seem like the end of the world, but you'll one day thank
those men out there, and you'll wish that you hadn't quit this job
when you did".

"I don't like it when they do that to
me. They do it too hard." she stated unequivocally.

"That is because you're ass is not
used to it. It'll get better in time. The first night is always
rough", he lectured.

"Yeah I bet" she said,
half-kidding.

"I do need to exert just a tiny bit of
discipline for that spilled drink however."

"Discipline? It's my first day!" she
said.

"You're thinking about it the wrong
way. It's more like an achievement of sorts. You'll understand
later. Come here" he commanded.

"Stand over here in front of me" he
said to her.

"Oh god not again..." she thought. She
walked over to him slowly. He put both hands on her hips and turned
her around slowly. Her ass facing him, he ran his muscular hands
over her white panties, massaging the contour of her ass cheeks.
His fingers pressed down in circular motions on both sides of her
ass. He gently pulled down the top of her panties, exposing the top
crack of her ass.

He massaged her cheeks some more and
then lowered her panties a few inches. Her ass was divinely
beautiful, shaped like a valentine heart and without any
imperfections...just pearly white skin that was as smooth as butter
to the touch.

She wondered if he was just teasing,
or if he was going to finish what he started.

"Just pull them down already. Don't
tease me" she whispered. She hadn't intended on her thoughts
becoming audible, but it was too late to reverse course.

He pulled down her panties to her
knees, exposing her flowered pussy and round ass.

"You're could be perfect if you wanted
to. We just need to iron out the imperfections. Strike when the
iron is hot, so to speak" he muttered as he brushed the edge of his
mustache up and over her ass cheeks. They felt as smooth as
peaches.

"Discipline is important, and its best
if we start early. Early bird gets the worm, you know" he
said.

He smacked her ass with the front of
his hand, leaving barely a mark to show for it. Jett exhaled and
wondered how she could possibly be enjoying this, but she was. She
thought back to the first time she had tasted merlot. She was
repulsed by the tingly current that swished from one side of her
mouth to the other. In time however she had come to savor it. She
thought to herself, "Is that what was happening now? Savoring
discipline?"

Jake smacked the other side of her ass
twice as hard. Her hair bounced in ecstatic response. He smacked
her again. This time an audible "oomph" could be heard. Jett put
all her strength into resisting the urge to reach around and
protect her tingling ass cheek.

"Bend over and touch your toes" he
commanded.

She bent over with the ease of a rag
doll. She grabbed the tips of her toes as her brilliantly white ass
pointed at Jake's face. He extended his middle finger flat against
the top of her ass made snake shapes as he inched it downward ever
so slowly, then picking up again for a second, and stopped as his
finger touched the entrance to her ass. Her asshole was warm and
spectacularly clean for a barmaid, he thought. He gently nudged the
tip of his finger into her ass, wiggling as he went.

"Wait..." she said.

"No waiting." he replied as he whipped
her ass again. "And no talking." he stated.

He dipped the tip of his index finger
into her asshole again, pulling the flesh down and then gliding it
back up to the top. He smacked her cheek again. By now both her
cheeks looked like blooming roses. A drop of her juice oozed out
from beneath her flowery lips and dropped to the floor.

"You'll have to be punished for that"
he said.

"For my dripping...?" she
said.

"For speaking out of turn" he
said.

She looked down at the floor and saw
the stain of her desire. She felt slightly embarrassed.

He got up from his seat and walked
over to the locker where the outfits were hung. He pulled out from
a drawer a wooden paddle and walked over to her. She gasped and
stopped herself from audibly protesting, remembering his warning
about getting permission to speak first.

He rubbed his hand around her ass in
fast circles, warming up the skin.

Whack
.

Her hair once again flailed in all
directions.

Another
whack
...

Her pussy let fly a sprinkle of her
juice onto the floor.

"Wiggle your ass" he
commanded.

She bit her lip from the intense
sting, wondering whether she even had the strength to do as
commanded. She shook her ass side to side.

"No, like this." he said, grabbing
both sides of her ass and furiously shifting them from side to
side.

"Now try again." he said.

She wiggled and wiggled her pearly
butt as she stood hunched over grabbing her toes.

Whack!

The paddle made a much louder smacking
sound than his hand had previously made.

"Wink it" he muttered.

"Wink it? Wink what? How do I wink my
ass?" she wondered to herself.

"Wink your asshole" he said, grinning
down on her as he folded his arms.

She sucked in her asshole as tight as
she could then let it pop out repeatedly.

"Not good enough. Wink it and don't
stop" he said.

She bit her lip and furiously winked
again and again, sucking in and pushing her anus outward. Her pussy
pulsated with mounting pleasure at this as he fingered her ass
again. She bolted her ass back and forth as he rubbed the lips of
her cunny. She finally sprinkled droplets of cum onto the floor as
her asshole continued winking against his fingers.

He pulled her panties up and smacked
her one more time.

"You'll learn. Eventually. They always
do" he said as she stood silent.

In the next breath, she heard an
audible gasp...barely... and turned around to see the other
barmaid's feet, tip-toeing back up the stairs. For a brief moment,
she wondered if anything romantic was going on between her boss
Jake, and the barmaid who just took flight from a potentially
embarrassing situation.

 

Chapter 3: Mud Wrestlers

 

Jett stood over the countertop of the
bar not knowing what to think of the deplorable situation she was
in. Half of her was infatuated, even attracted, to the thought of
getting a spanking session again as long as it was with her
devilishly handsome and leather-smelling boss and not some slimy
bandit from Mexico. Her ass was still seething with occasional
jolts of pain on both sides, yet her pussy seemed to relish the
entire ordeal. She knew that any other woman without the
flexibility she had would have been dead meat to him when he asked
them to bend over. Probably immediately "let go". Lucky for her, it
wasn't the first time she had played acrobat. She had performed all
manner of odd angled performances growing up in the circus, doing
handstands on Shetland ponies and elephants in front of roaring
crowds and lions. She thought back to the ringmaster of the circus
who at one point got a little careless with the whip and snapped
one in the eye of one gargantuan lioness, who quickly turned his
overconfidence into mincemeat. She wondered how far she would let
Jake get before she was tempted to do the same. Was she even
capable of hurting someone like that? She tried to calculate how
far she wanted to play this titillating game of lioness vs. lion
tamer. She just wasn't sure of anything at this point, as her mind
seemed to dart in circular directions as if she spun in place on a
carousel. Perhaps she needed a couple more shows to really gauge
how far she wanted to go.

She continued to serve flat beer to
the grizzled miners who aligned themselves at the bar, working
alongside the bartender at feverish pace. From the corner of her
eye, she caught a look of contempt from the other barmaid. In that
moment, she knew why. There was that green-eyed monster named
jealousy, lurking just under the barmaid's lushful green
eyes.

In the next breath, Jake peeked out
from his lair of stacked silver dollars and circus outfits and
called her name.

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