The Hot & Spicy Pavlovian Arousal Test

The Hot & Spicy Pavlovian Arousal Test    
                 
     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 fanny unstuck.”                
     “And pray tell what might that be Ms. Hannah?”                          
     “You need a paddling.”                
     “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 on our job description and my salary isn’t enough to deal with a recalcitrant like you. But Anita and I are at wits end with you.”                
     Anita 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.” She pinches my nipples. “Your body is tender like a bamboo sprout.” I tremble.                    
     Hannah says, “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 until he agrees to our terms.”                
     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 moans to hide my secret pleasure but whimpers come like unwelcome guests.                
     Hannah volleys, “John, are you ready to cry, uncle?” I shake my head no. “He’s being obstinate Anita. Harsher measures are required.” Anita slips my belt out of its loops.                
     Anita says, “It will be my pleasure. He took up enough of my time and productivity for nothing.”                
     Hannah orders her, “He needs a job. He knows if we drop him other agencies will too.”                
     Anita prepares me, “John this is for your own good. This is your boot camp.” Her hand was just a meow compared to the roar of the leather.                
     Anita proposes, “John I can keep this up all night. Just do as we say and I’ll stop.” Each strapping upon my buttocks presses me into the wooden desktop until a soft moan escapes my lips.                
     I plead, “OK already. I give in. Please stop it. My keister is burning.”                  
     Hannah instructs, “Stand boy. Oh my, John, we didn’t give you tough love so you could sow your wild oats on of all places the symbol of my authority, my desk! You have desecrated the altar upon which you did penance. Now your training must include teaching you how to exercise self-control. 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, “Be here first thing in the morning. Anita will take you to a job site. We don’t do this for every client. If you pussyfoot again, I’ve got a hairbrush in my purse with your name on it. Its sting is much like a bee so my boyfriend tells me. And next time Anita and I will tag team on you. My athleticism on the racquet court is good for more than just a tennis match.”                
     My grin is irrepressible as the giggles that erupt like the accent of a British espionage agent caught behind the iron curtain.                  
     Hannah smirks, “Ok, I read in your records that you enjoy working under domineering females. So, this was a test to see if you enjoy the sharper side of the feminine persona. I can’t promise to place you under a woman bossy enough to paddle you for poor job performance but will do my best to get one who will chastise you for mistakes. And if I get you a woman boss with a barbed tongue you won’t be picky and will be our next success story, Deal?” I nod yes with a big Cheshire grin.