Date: Sun, 30 May 2010 13:54:03 +0200
From: mike strauss <suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Increasing sales Part 3

Keep the messages coming in, guys, they inspire me. Glad you're enjoying
Mike's unusual ways of increasing company sales. They are going to be
varied, both in and out of the board room. And remember I'll send you pics
of the guys if you tell me who you'd like to see. They're straight, so they
don't like the idea of me sending their pics out on the net with explicit
details of what has gone in my company but, tough, I'm the boss.

email me at suitedmike@hotmail.co.uk.


PART 3

The date for our next sales manager meeting came around. Sales had been a
bit better since the last meeting -- clearly the fear of having their
butts strapped in front of everyone had inspired the sales guys to work
hard.

But they all looked a bit apprehensive as they came into the board room
that morning. Except for Theo.

`Hi Boss', he said with one of his broad sexy grins. He actually winked at
me.

The others couldn't work out why he looked so cocky. But I knew. Since his
strapping last time he'd plunged his thick Greek man meat deep into me,
practically raping me, so he had something to grin about. My butt was sore
for several days after, though it was a hot memory to savour.

I deliberately prolonged the agony for them. I usually deal with the sales
figures first. This time I'd put it last on the agenda. They had to sit
through other items, each of them eying the others and wondering who'd be
hauled up over my desk for the next strapping. And praying it wouldn't be
them.

Finally I got to the slides of sales. I put them up one by one. All were
improved on last time. Greece was especially good thanks to Theo's sales to
Alexei, at the expense of my butt fucking! The worst was Spain.

Juan, our live wire, for once didn't laugh. He just looked shocked. `Hey,
Boss, I have some new sales coming though this week, so it's not as bad as
it looks.'

I relished the moment. Juan was a good-looker, like them all, but with hot
dark eyes and some good muscles on him. Just as I was about to speak, Kurt,
our German manager, interrupted.

`Come on Juan, stop bullshitting. You know you've been slacking. Get up
there and give the Boss your butt.'

Juan looked angrily at him, and I noticed some of the other guys
frowning. It was a delicious moment. I paused. Then just as Juan shrugged
and started to stand up, I said:

`Don't you guys remember anything? Last meeting we agreed that it wasn't
the manager with the lowest sales that got worked over on my desk, it was
the one with the lowest percentage increase on last time?'

Juan grinned broadly. `So not me, Boss?'

`No', I said. Not you. And I flicked on to the next slide, showing the
percentage changes for each region. And the lowest was --

`Germany!' yelled Sven, the Scandinavian manager. `Kurt! You're done for,
get over the boss's desk for a licking. Can't wait to see your beefy butt.'

Sven was expressing a delight that many of the other guys doubtless
felt. But I realized that he was rather more interested in what was
happening than the others. When I was ripping off Theo's briefs at the last
meeting, I caught Sven eyeing up the scene. And I think I spotted him
quickly giving his crotch a rub, or at least releasing what was probably
becoming a painfully hard cock inside it.

But Sven wasn't the only one. A number of these straight guys were now
baying for Kurt to be butt whipped. He wasn't popular, and the way he'd
spoken to Juan had put a lot of backs up. But he was also one of the
younger guys- and incredibly well muscled. He'd been a gym instructor
before he came to us and it showed. Blond, blue eyed, like so many German
studs are. And with a new fiancée that he'd told us all about who was `a
very hot chick in bed'. But none of that would get him off the hook now.

Kurt was livid. `No! That's not right! I sold far more this quarter than
Juan!'

`But you've got a much richer market.' I said. `So get your arse up here
NOW!'

Kurt looked furious. But he stood up, and with amusement I noticed he'd
remembered the drill. He stripped off his jacket and came up to my desk,
then leaned over it, exposing a very fine firm young rump.

`Get on with it' he grunted.

This time I didn't go to my drawer. Instead I went to a cupboard in the
corner. And pulled out not my strap but a cane. There was a whoop from
Juan. Kurt looked up and saw what I was brandishing.

`Scheisse!' What's that?'

`A cane', I replied. `In good British tradition you will be caned across
your buttocks. Six of the best.'

`But Theo only got a strap.'

`Lucky him. You deserve a little more, given your cockiness earlier on.'
Now bend over.

Kurt grimaced and bent back over my desk.  I tapped his studly butt a few
times lightly, just to get a good position -- and to prolong the
anticipation. As before, there was an absolute hush in the room.

Then I swung. The cane made a loud swish through the air and a hard thwack
on Kurt's suit-clad buttocks.

`Argh!' he yelled, and leapt up, his hands protecting his butt. `Fuck, that
hurt bad!'

`It does', I smiled. `That's why our schoolboys used to behave. Now get
your head down and your butt up for the rest. Unless, of course, you want
your dismissal notice?'

Kurt looked furious, but slowly complied. And as he leant back over I
spotted Sven in the background. He thought I couldn't see him but under the
table he was definitely rubbing his hand over his crotch. Like me, the
scene of Kurt getting a hiding was turning him on.

I resumed my highly pleasurable work. Five more cane strokes whacked across
Kurt's suit pants. He groaned at each one, and really yelled out at the
last thwack which I made extra hard. The others in the room had looks
varying from smirks to curiosity to shock and -- in Sven's case -- definite
lust.

After the sixth stroke, Kurt got back up and started walking rather
painfully back to his seat.

`Hey, Boss!' said Theo. `I had to bare my arse in front of all the guys.
Shouldn't Kurt do the same?  Let's see what kind of marks you've left on
him.'

Kurt looked as if he was about to protest when Sven butted in. `Yes, come
on Kurt, show us that muscular arse of yours.'

`Some of you guys are perverts, you know that?' said Kurt. But he knew he
had no choice. I pulled him back to the desk and told him to drop his
pants. Angrily he did so, tugging open his belt and flies. Underneath he
wore a tight pair of Calvins. He started to turn around, but I held him
firm.

`Now the briefs, Kurt, and yes, you'll give us all a full frontal.'

For the first time, Kurt blushed. Then he tugged down the briefs. A
surprisingly thick cock sprung out, not erect, but not exactly limp either
for a guy who's just been caned. There were whistles and cat calls from the
lads. Although straight, they seemed to be enjoying the scene almost as
much as I was.

Then I made Kurt turn around and bend over. I pulled his shirt tails up
revealing his naked buttocks. They were creamy and firm, muscular like the
rest of him, with some light blond hairs around the top of his thighs and
disappearing into his crack. But most impressive were the six bright red
stripes that crossed them. His caning had certainly left its mark.

There were intakes of breath and `ouch' noises from the group. `Let this be
a warning to you all', I said, `don't let your rate of sales fall.
Otherwise it'll be you up here next time, bare- arsed and sore.'

There was a silence. Kurt took the opportunity to hastily pull up his
clothes, tucking his white shirt into his trousers as he made his way back
to his seat. He then set down, very gingerly, wincing.

`But Kurt took it like a man, which I like to see', I said. `So he gets an
extra bonus this month'.

For the first time, Kurt grinned. These guys just think about cash and
nothing but cash.

`But don't expect that every time', I added.

We went out for lunch. Kurt sat rather awkwardly squirming in his chair,
and took quite a lot of banter from the guys. I enjoyed myself, as always,
being surrounded by a group of testosterone-filled muscular young men. As I
looked around the table, I eagerly anticipated who would be next to submit
to my whims.