Poor Service

Katie, an attractive, if occasionally vacuous, young woman rushes into the restaurant where she's employed to start her shift. She tosses her blonde hair out of her face as she clocks in, five minutes late. Her manager, an elderly man that she only knew as "Mr. Jameson," stood nearby, giving her his best disapproving look.

"I'm sorry, Sir. The traffic was really bad and my car has been acting up so I didn't want to push it too much and I just can't get another ticket....." The girl hangs her head, knowing that she'd already taken advantage of Mr. Jameson's good nature on far too many occasions. She truly did try to get to work on time, but things just never seemed to work out for her. A part of that was because of how easily her attention was sidetracked. She often left for work just minutes before she was due in because she'd started talking to someone online and lost track of the time.

"Just try to be on time tomorrow, Katie. They need you on the floor. You have tables one through four for today." He shakes his head once, then moves out into the dining room to make sure that everything else was going smoothly. Katie had screwed up more times than he cared to count, but he always gave the girl a second chance. He knew that she meant well, but just lacked the focus that she really needed if she was going to succeed.

"Yes, Sir, I will." She hurriedly straightens up her uniform, then grabs her notepad and menus, heading to one of her tables. She promises herself that she'll do better tonight, but knows in her heart that she'll be far from perfect.

As the night progresses, she stays true to her usual habits. She makes errors on many of the orders that she takes, and her tips likewise suffer for it. Fortunately for her, though, she has several regulars who are tolerant of her mistakes, mostly because she's cute and is friendly to them. She makes a lot of friends, though they still scold her for her lack of focus on her job.

Later in the night, a young man in his twenties comes in to get a quick meal before heading home to a warm bed. David is a personal trainer at the local gym, and has a build that immediately catches the eyes of the female patrons. He just recently finished a lengthy training session with a high-paying client, and only wanted to get something to eat and be on his way.

He is led, however, to table three, one of Katie's assigned workspaces. He knows nothing of the significance of his placement, though, and merely picks up a menu to peruse while he waits for his order to be taken.

Meanwhile, Katie is busy at another table of hers. Unfortunately, "busy" means that she's engaging one of her regular customers in conversation, and completely forgotten her duties. A full ten minutes go by before one of her coworkers walk past her and give her a nudge, reminding her that she has other customers to attend to. Blushing worriedly, she jumps up from where she was sitting and dashes over to David's table.

"I'm sorry for the wait. My name's Katie and I'll be your server. Can I start you with something to drink, or are you ready to order, Sir?" She puts on an apologetic smile, hoping that he wasn't angry for how long he'd had to wait.

While David had been starting to become impatient, seeing the young girl's pretty smile soothed him considerably, and he returns his attention to the menu.

"I'll take a Coke, please, and I'm ready to order. I'd like the buffalo shrimp, but hold the buffalo sauce and put some tartar sauce on the side." He folds the menu back up, handing it to Katie.

"Alright. I'll have that back to you shortly." She writes everything down, taking the menu and then walking to the counter to give the order to the cooks.

Minutes start to pass by, and Katie isn't quick to return to David's table, having become occupied with yet another of her regulars. Wondering what's taking his order so long, he looks around, spotting her at another man's table. His eyes then wander up to the bar, where an order of shrimp, suspiciously similar to his own, sits on a tray waiting to be picked up. Turning back to where Katie was sitting, he tries to catch her attention.

"Yes, Sir?" Katie excuses herself from her friend and bounces back over to David's table, clearly ignorant of why he was calling her over.

"Miss, isn't that my order sitting on the bar?" David looks to her accusingly, pointing to the tray of food.

Katie blushes furiously, then rushes up to retrieve the tray, bringing it back to David's table.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't hear them call for it." She smiles as sweetly as she can, trying to defuse the situation before she could get into more trouble.

"It's alright, but can I have my drink, please? I've been waiting for ten minutes." He starts to inspect his order, seemingly pleased that it was at least prepared as he requested.

Katie nods quickly, then runs into the back to fix his drink. She returns moments later, smiling apologetically as she sets the glass down in front of him. She then starts to move off to one of her other tables.

"Miss, this isn't what I ordered." He holds up the glass, pointing to the contents. "This is a Sprite. I ordered a Coke."

Katie turns back to him, looking a bit confused.

"No, Sir. You ordered a Sprite. I remember it distinctly." Katie nods emphatically, positive that she'd brought him what he had asked for.

"No, I asked for a Coke. Didn't you write it down on the order?" David's temper starts to flare. He doesn't appreciate being told that he ordered something other than what he wanted. He always orders Coke, and isn't about to let this girl tell him that he ordered differently.

"Ummm... No, Sir.... I just wrote down a soda. I just remember what soda that is when I bring it....." She starts to look around worriedly. A few nearby patrons were speaking up, validating David's claim that he ordered a Coke. It was starting to look bad for her.

"So, what happens when you don't come back to their table for ten minutes, and have had plenty of time to forget what they ordered?" David was furious, having had quite enough of this irresponsible girl. "That's it! I want a manager over here!"

"Is there something that I can help you with, Sir?" Hearing the commotion, Mr. Jameson is quick to move to David's table. He is none too happy to see that Katie is in the thick of the mess. He gives her a warning glance, then turns his attention to David.

"This waitress was painfully slow with my order, forgot to bring my drink before my meal, and didn't remember what I wanted by the time that she did bring it. Is this the kind of service that someone can expect in your establishment?" David speaks angrily, his temper having finally gotten the better of him.

Mr. Jameson listens intently to David's complaints, as well as the complaints of the other nearby patrons that Katie neglected since the start of her shift. He thinks it over, deciding that he really has very little choice in the matter. He turns to Katie with a stern expression.

"I'm sorry, Katie, but these continued mishaps have to stop. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to let you go. Please, remove your apron, and come speak with me in my office." He doesn't want to do this to her, but he feels that he has no other options. As much as he'd like to help her out, he has to do what's right for the restaurant.

Katie's spirit deflates with this new development, the shock and disappointment showing clearly on her face. Her mouth opens to mouth some kind of apology, but it stops short, knowing that it was better that she simply accept it. Bowing her head, she starts to loosen the strings on her apron and turns to walk towards her employer's office. A few of her regulars and the other waitresses try to stop and console her, but she moves past them without speaking, afraid that she'll cry if she stops.

Watching the girl walk away, David starts to feel the pain of guilt weigh heavily on him. He hadn't intended to make her lose her job. He just wanted her to do it better. He sighs to himself, unsure of what to do.

"Miss, wait." He calls out to her, wanting to stop her before things couldn't be fixed. He turns his attention to her manager, hoping that his idea will save her job, and help her to focus on it at the same time. "Isn't there another way than firing her? She just seems to be a bit inattentive in her duties. That can be worked on, right?"

"I've tried, Sir. I really wouldn't go this route if I didn't think it was the only option left to me." Mr. Jameson turns to look sternly at Katie, who had wandered back when David called to her. "If you have a better idea on how to get her focused, I'm certainly open to suggestions."

David thinks for a moment, wanting to help the girl, if he could, but not entirely sure if she'd appreciate the help that he was about to offer. He gives her a quick glance, then makes up his mind.

"What if you let her keep her job, provided that she submit to a spanking for her mistakes on my order, as well as to remind her of her duties to the other customers. It may be a bit childish for someone her age, but the embarrassment may be just the thing to get her to focus on her job." David's gaze moves back and forth between Katie and her boss, looking for any reaction from them. Several of the other patrons hear his suggestion and nod in approval, saying that she has it coming to her. Even her regulars say this, not only because she could benefit from the focus, but because the idea of her pretty bottom being spanked for her errors greatly appeals to their manly urges.

Mr. Jameson thinks this over. While he really didn't want to fire the girl, this didn't really seem like a fair or realistic alternative. He certainly wasn't going to force this on her. He turns to face Katie, who was already turning several shades redder from the suggestion of a spanking, as well as the customers' support of the idea.

"I'll leave it up to you, Katie. If you're willing to accept a spanking from this young man, in lieu of being fired, then you'll keep your job. Otherwise, I would like you to clean out your things. Which would you prefer?" His eyes soften as he asks her this, feeling pity for her, regardless of which she chooses. In his heart, though, he wants her to choose the spanking, as he doesn't want to have to send her home.

Katie looks up nervously. As much as she wants to keep her job, she isn't sure that she's willing to put herself in such an awkward position in order to keep it. Her gaze briefly travels to David's arms and hands, then moves back down to the floor. Her face turns as red as a beet as her mind considers just how painful a spanking would be at the hands of someone as fit as he was. Biting her lip, tries to sputter out a response.

"....... Spanking......" She cringes involuntarily as the word slips out of her mouth, just barely audible to those nearby. It is just loud enough, however, and a few of the local patrons start to clap their approval. As the word spreads from table to table, the sound grows from light applause to a hearty cheer. Whether wanting the girl to get her comeuppance, or simply wanting a pretty girl to be spanked, every customer adds in their own words of encouragement. Mr. Jameson merely nods, then turns to David.

"You can use my office." The man then walks away, moving to busy himself with the patrons and quiet the fervor. He's a bit concerned for her, but plans to be nearby in case things get out of hand.

David sighs a bit to himself, then reaches out and takes Katie by the hand. He doesn't speak, simply wanting to lead her away to privacy with as little fanfare as possible. Katie allows herself to be guided timidly to the back office, her stomach doing somersaults as the full realization of the situation really starts to dawn on her. She stays quiet, though, unable to think of anything to say or do to get her out of this problem without making it any worse, so she simply wants to get it over with.

Once David locates the manager's office, he ushers Katie in and locks the door behind them, wanting to make sure that they weren't disturbed while in an embarrassing position. Releasing his hold on her wrist, he moves to the manager's desk and pulls out the chair, setting it up in the center of the room. Katie watches him as he works, idly rubbing where he'd held her arm. It didn't hurt, but the sensation lingered of his fingers wrapped firmly around her as he guided her into the back. Satisfied with the arrangements, David returns to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her to the chair.

"Now...... Katie, right? You know why you're here, young lady." David sits in the chair, pulling her close to his side as he sternly meets her eyes with his own. "Your service tonight was deplorable. Not only did you allow yourself to be distracted while my meal was getting cold, but you forgot what I wanted to drink, and then tried to insist that I'd ordered something else."

Katie simply nods, letting her eyes fall to his lap as she's scolded. The butterflies in her belly were working overtime now, and she shakes slightly from nervousness.

"Your tips would be better if your service was up to par. Right now, you depend on the generosity of a few guys that like a pretty face. The real money comes from making the family of ten happy. Try it once or twice, and I'm sure you'll see the difference." He reaches up, his hands traveling to her waist. He starts to unsnap her slacks, then unzips them. "Assuming that your behavior doesn't cost cause you to lose your job, as it almost did tonight."

At the sudden realization of what he was doing, Katie grabs at her slacks as he starts to pull them down, trying to keep them in place. David looks up to her disapprovingly, then gives one of her hands a firm slap, causing her to pull it back in shock.

"But, Sir, I......" Unsure of what to say, Katie pulls her hands back to her sides, allowing him to continue.

"None of that, young lady!" David slides her slacks down to her knees, revealing a silky pair of pink panties. Katie blushes at the sudden feeling of exposure, then shudders when she feels his strong fingers hook into the waistband of her sheer undergarments. "You agreed to this, Katie, so it's either the spanking.... or the unemployment line." He then peels her panties down to meet her slacks.

"Yes.... Sir...." Small puddles of moisture start to form at the corners of her eyes as she realizes just how exposed she is to him. She feels like everything is exposed to this man who she only just met earlier tonight. Still, she fights the constant urge to cover herself, waiting for the next step.

"Hopefully, you'll remember this moment as you're doing your job from now on, and your future customers won't suffer through what myself and others have had to experience." Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulls her forward, guiding her gently across his lap. She gives a little squeak at the sudden change in position, but manages to keep her wits about her. Keeping his legs slightly apart to support her, he places her so that her bottom raises up just slightly, presenting itself for the punishment to come. "Ready, young lady?"

"Yes, Sir." Katie grabs onto the legs of the chair, wanting to keep herself from flailing about when it starts. She closes her eyes, waiting for that inevitable first contact on her upturned backside.

Knowing that the wait is perhaps the worst part of what the girl was experiencing, and wanting to spare her from that indignity, David wastes no time in beginning her chastisement, raining down swat after swat on her unprotected bottom. Katie starts to yelp and squeal at the intensity of the blows, her hindquarters quickly turning a shocking shade of crimson under the athletic man's firm hand.

"Ow! Please, no more!" Katie's cries mingle with the stinging slaps, echoing inside the small room and out into the dining areas. Tears start to stream down the poor girl's cheeks as her frustration starts to boil over. Unaccustomed to such treatment, she is soon kicking and squirming over his lap, trying to get away.

"Only when your punishment is over, young lady." David's grip is an easy match for the smaller girl's wriggling, and she is kept firmly in place across his knees. He shows her no mercy, each swat seeming to burn like a fire when it contacts with her increasingly tender flesh. He knows that he can't go easy on her, as he would only be encouraging her poor performance if he were to make this too easy on her.

"Please..... please......." Katie's voice gets smaller and smaller as David's palm continues to punish her cheeks and upper thighs. Losing both the will and the energy to put up a fight, she falls limp across his lap, surrendering to the spanking, yet praying for it to be over soon. She starts to sob piteously, letting her emotions spill out in utter frustration and humiliation.

Feeling that the girl's punishment has run its course, he continues to spank her for just a few moments more, just to drive the point home. He finally brings the spanking to an end, letting her rest across his knees. His palm, which was delivering a fair dose of pain just moments ago, now settles on her quivering bottom and starts to massage the red and sore flesh.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" Katie's voice is small and childlike as she tries desperately to control her emotions, actually taking some solace from his soothing touch. Once her sobs have lessened, David helps her up to her feet, then guides her down to sit on his lap.

"Ow....." Katie squirms as her tender skin rubs against the rough fabric of David's jeans. Wrapping his arms around her, he lays her face against his chest, giving her a chance to get all of the tears out of her system. Relieved for the chance to hide her face, she buries it into his neck, wetting the collar of his shirts as she cries softly.

"There, there... It's over now, and you're forgiven." David whispers soothingly into her ear, his hand stroking her back as he talks. "You just need to remember that your duties come first when you're at work, and this situation won't surface again. Understand?"

Katie pulls herself from his chest, wiping away the last of the tears before she looks up to meet his gaze. She gives him a timid nod.

"Yes, Sir. I understand." She smiles weakly, then wraps her arms around David's neck to hug him tightly. "Thank you."

David smiles to her, then happily returns the hug. The embrace lasts for a few moments, then David helps her back to her feet.

"Go ahead and fix your clothes, then we'll go back out into the restaurant." David gives her a reassuring pat on her rump, reminding Katie that he'd be there with her. The thought of going back out is already worrying her, as she is sure that her spanking was certainly loud enough to pierce the thin walls of the office. Pulling up her pants and panties, she eases them up over her bottom carefully, then looks to David to let him know that she is ready.

Taking her hand, he walks her back out into the dining hall, amid a renewed cheer from the crowd of patrons and waitresses that had overheard Katie's ordeal through the restaurant walls. Blushing in renewed embarrassment, Katie leans heavily against David's side in a vain attempt at hiding herself from the stares of the customers. Leaning down, David whispers a few more words of encouragement into her ear, then sends her off with a soft pat to her bottom. She gives him a light smile, then heads to the restroom to get herself cleaned up to finish her shift.

Hours later, David has left for the evening and the patrons have forgotten the brief departure from normality from earlier tonight. The only hint of the night's activities are Katie's superb performance at her job, as well as how she occasionally winces as she sits to speak with a customer. Watching the girl as she delivers a fresh plate to another table, Mr. Jameson smiles to himself at the drastic change in her behavior, thinking that he now knew how to improve her work ethic the next time that she starts to lose her focus.