Date: Sun, 30 May 2010 13:54:03 +0200 From: mike strauss 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.