The Purgatory Effect

The Purgatory Effect

    Hannah opens, “Well you’ve got us both here, lucky you.”
     I reply, “I’m sorry for not following through on the jobs you got for me.”
     Hannah explains “It hurts our reputation. When we get you hooked with an employer and you back out the business won’t work with us for other clients.”
     Anita instructs, “She’s right, John. If you want us to work with you, you have to follow through.”
     Hannah accuses, “John, is this a game for you? Are you enjoying the company of two beautiful women?”
     Anita teases, “John I know I’m attractive but that’s not what we’re here for. This is supposed to be a job search.”
     “Hey Ms. Hannah, I need a job bad. I’ll do any kind of work you can find for me. My organizational skills are excellent. When I was a kid I collected baseball cards and had them collected in piles by league and fielding position. This required constant updating as players changed position, dropped out, or changed team. You need a file clerk? I’m your man.”
     “Well John, we don’t need any of those things right now. Can you type?”
     “Oh hell, I can’t type worth a damn. I flunked typing in high school. Come on. My Mom is about to evict me for mooching off her. Give me something to do. I promise I will do anything I’m qualified for. I can wait tables if you want.”
    “Can you bus tables?”
    “All that partially eaten food would make me nauseous.”
     “John, you’re fibbing. You and I both know you wouldn’t take any job we can realistically get you. So you can take all that speechifying and shove it up your ass.”
     “That’s not true, trust me. I was an eagle scout so I don’t lie.”
     “Oh, so you were in the boy scouts. You seem so straight-laced and proper. Don’t be so stiff. I can see by the way you sit, by your posture, that you’re uptight. Listen, I have just the grease to get your butt unstuck.”
     “And pray tell what might that be Ms. Hannah?”        
     “You need a butt whooping.”
     “You must be kidding me. Tell me you’re just putting a fire under my rear to get me on task and that you don’t really have any intention of spanking me. I’m really too old for that sort of thing.”
     “I’m serious as a heart attack. John, thick leather slapped on your tender bottom would’ve done you a world of good in your formative years. Maybe you do need an older woman to teach you how to behave. I know it sounds weird but you need this to come unglued. Otherwise, we’re just spinning our wheels with you. This isn’t in our job description and my salary isn’t enough to deal with a recalcitrant like you. But Anita and I are at wit's end with you.”
     Hannah entices, “John, stand close to me.” She strokes my cheek with her hand. She confesses “You are so soft like down.  I want to be soft and feminine with you.” I let her pinch my nipples. “Your body is tender like a bamboo sprout.” I tremble. “Don’t be afraid. We won’t hurt you too much. You are young and in need of guidance. Anita and I want what’s best for you. But John, Anita and I have been talking about what to do with you. You are so non-compliant. Maybe you need some discipline to get you going in the right direction.”
     Anita decrees, “We’ve concluded that you do John. We don’t have time to play games. We could be focusing our time and resources on cooperative clients.”
     Anita locks the door. Hannah orders me, “Bend over my desk, John. I mean it NOW! Anita, unzip his pants.”
     Anita says, “This is your last chance, John. Obey or we dismiss you.”
     Anita takes my briefs down. Hannah assures, “Trust me, John, we’ve bent over backward for you. Discipline will make you stronger. Think of yourself as a marine recruit. You just need training to face life’s challenges.”
     Anita gives the word, “John this is your last chance. Your bottom is bare now. We will commence your spanking.”
     Hannah commands, “Anita start with your hand. Give him some firm instruction. Don’t let up on him till he yells.”
     Anita chimes, “Here we go buddy boy.” She whacks me hard and then even harder. I feel my skin on fire. I hold back my screams but tears come like unwelcome guests.
     Hannah volleys, “John, are you ready to cry, uncle?” I shake my head no. “He’s being obstinate Anita. Take off your belt and whip him till he screams. No mercy.”
     Anita says, “It will be my pleasure. He took up enough of my time and productivity for nothing.”
     Hannah orders her, “Beat him till he has welts and bruises. Don’t let up till he complies. This boy is a glutton for punishment. But he has his breaking point. He needs a job. He knows if we drop him other agencies will too. John this is for your own good. This is your boot camp.”
     Anita proposes, “John I can keep this up all night. You don’t want the pain. You’re grimacing. Just do as we say and I’ll stop.” My cock rubs against the wooden desktop. Each paddle to my buttocks presses my dick into the hard surface. My balls wrinkle into the birth of suns.
     I plead, “OK already. I give in. Please stop it. My ass is burning.”
     Hannah instructs, “Stand boy. Anita, he came on my desk. Look at all that come. Anita, get some paper towels from the utility closet and clean it up. God John, now we’re wiping up your sperm. John next time we get you a job what will you do?”
     I beg, “I’ll take it. I promise. I really need the work. Thank you for giving me one more chance.”
     Hannah decrees to me, “Now get on the couch bucko. Get over my lap. Let me rub in some aloe lotion to soothe your tender ass. Soak in Epsom salts tonight. That will soothe your welts. You should put Neosporin on them to prevent infection. Be here first thing in the morning tomorrow. Anita will take you to a job site. We don’t do this for every client. If you pussyfoot again Anita and I will take turns whipping you.”