“I hate this, I hate this, I hate this!” Isabella told herself over, and over again as she knelt down in front of her toilet. Her hair spilling down over her shoulders like two large curly waterfalls. She took a deep breath expecting her mouth to fill with vomit so she could finally let it out in this toilet. Everytime she drank too much of a more fruity flavored vodka it would make her stomach hurt, and every breath she would take felt like she was gonna throw up. Eventually she dragged herself back to her bed room, and laid on her back one hand rubbing up and down her stomach. Trying to mimic the feeling, and the rhythm, her momma used to do when she rubbed her tummy as a little girl when she was sick. The sun was already starting to peek through her closed curtains making five small bridges of light come down on her white bed sheets.
Isabella hid underneath her blankets to avoid that light. She had felt like this when she woke up from one of her more terror filled drunken nightmares. Once she recovered from that she had taken about five trips to the bathroom ready to throw up, but it was like her body was just punishing her for drinking once more. “Should have just gotten a non flavored vodka, stupid.” Isabella closed her eyes hoping that maybe her body would realize how tired she was after being up for nearly four hours, and just go back to sleep. However it was pointless right now, eventually she would crawl out of bed and get ready for the day. Just to get terrible tired at around 9 o’clock in the morning and sleep most of the early afternoon and waste the rest of the day doing nothing,
It was always like this on the days she did not have work. It was hard to find anything to really do in her freetime, aside from dealing with another very bad habit that she had been trying her hardest to stop doing. However, in this moment without anything to really do and with her tummy finally calming down. Her phone was back out, and her favorite website being brought up. Her favorite category of this certain website being more of the domestic discipline videos since they were so real for the most part. She finally settled on a video titled, “spanking my wife for overspending.” As she watched this husband firmly scolding his wife for her actions, her tired and sleepy mind seemed to wander as her fingers began to explore her pussy once more.
The build up was the best part of these videos, the firm scolding, the squirming of the spankee as she was forced to stand in front of her husband. Isabella wanted to know what she was thinking in that head of her’s, probably how she had gotten to this point today. Her breath caught in her throat as the girl was pulled over her husband’s lap, that small backside pointed towards the air. Her small nightgown already spilled over the hump of her backside, exposing a cute pair of red lacy panties. A set of panties that would not protect her from her husband's hard looking hand. He looked pretty strong either from sets at the gym or maybe even was a more hands on worker like in construction or electrical work.
Her fingers explored every part of her sex as she watched this man firmly punish his wife’s bottom. The cries of pain from the woman, the firm and loud smacking sound that followed each powerful spank that made that small bottom tremble at its might. Isabella's chest was rising and falling with each passing second, her legs tensing and toes curling as she adjusted her position over and over again. She eventually let go of her phone and closed her eyes, letting the last bit of her hangover acting like a rope that was gonna pull her deep inside of her for a moment.
She could see herself laying over that man’s lap, her bottom the one being spanked. For whatever crime she had done to earn this punishment in the first place. The yelps of mercy not working on her powerful husband’s ear, how she imagined each spank acting more like a man taking a pickaxe to a large dam. She kicked back and forth as if she was trying to run not away from this spanking, but towards it. Those yelps of pain turning into more loud moans of pleasure, the burn in her bottom no longer burning instead adding more, and more bliss to her state.
Isabella finally came undone as that dam exploded and she collapsed onto her bed. Her hand still resting in the mess of her soaking pussy, her face covered with sweat, her breath was hot as she tried to recover what air she could. She hadn’t even noticed that her phone had died sometime during her session. One eye struggled to stay open as she fell back asleep once more, her single dream once more including her being spanked.
She only got another quick hour of sleep before waking up, and adding her sheet and another pair of panties into her laundry hamper. Making a reminder that now she really needed to wash at some point today.
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It turned out that walmarts in New Orleans were the same as Walmart’s in Green Bay. The same annoying carts that always had one wheel that never wanted to work. People coming down the wrong side of the crowded aisles, and getting mad when no one wanted to move. Parent’s shopping with their kids seemed more interested in sugary cereal and candy than the more nutritious food. One little girl laying on the ground as she kicked her feet against a shelf her cries of “I want it” made her momma look more embarrassed as she tried to get her back up. Isabella watched the scene a bit more before giggling at an older black mother with her young son. A small disapproving hum escaped her lips as she warned her little boy. “If you ever act like that in this fucking store, I will slap the black your narrow ass, do you understand me?” It brought back memories of her sister and herself shopping with their momma. They had tried that once in the store but a quick trip to the Walmart bathroom brought back two more very well behaved and sniffling daughters.
Isabella decided that now was a good time to stop being nosy as she made her way towards the clothing department. Her cart so far mostly filled with snacks, ice cream, frozen foods that could just be microwaved or put in the oven. A few fresh fruits, and one healthy box of cereal to go with the Lucky Charms she had gotten. She would explore cooking another time, she knew some of the basics like eggs and pasta but she doubted she could live off those two. It was hard to learn how to cook with her daddy and momma both knew how and made most of her meals. In college she mostly ate at dining halls, when she had to leave college, she could always just get a meal at the cafe she worked at or head home for dinner.
As she pulled her cart into the clothing department her eyes were mostly drawn towards the jeans and tight legging and pants that she needed for this job. It was not required to wear such tight clothing, the list of what she could and could not wear that had been given to her by Mrs. Simmons was not specific. Just the usual, jeans or solid black pants, her uniform shirts would be waiting for her at work Monday Evening. She could keep her hair as long as she wanted as long as it did not get into the food or drinks. Jewelry was welcomed as long as it was not at risk of hitting a customer. As well as a new pair of non slip shoes or if she was daring she could wear heels, really any pair of shoes was allowed.
As long as you didn’t slip and fall because of the shoes you were wearing.
As Isabella was adding the last of her list of clothing into her cart. From behind her and towards the left, she could hear an oddly familiar voice. There was a young woman, maybe a year or two younger than herself, squatting down her eyes looking at a cute pair of white shoes with a small heel. She had light brown skin, deep autumn brown hair and she seemed to be on the phone. “I am looking at them right now, Jess, but are you sure these ones are non slip?” The girl picked one up and ran a hand against the sole of it. “They look really good and will make me seem taller but…” Isabella felt that familiar chill run up her spine as the girl took her other hand and rub her backside for a moment. “If you are wrong than you can deal with Mama Tati.”
The older woman's words when Isabella first met her ran through her head for a moment. “You can call me Mama Tati.”
This girl worked at the Crimson Hide and if she was a guessing girl. She had probably gotten her butt spanked a few times for slipping and dropping drinks more than once. Isabella watched as the girl nodded her head before slipping her phone into her pocket once more. She ran her finger along the different boxes before taking one of them and standing back up. As she turned around she looked much younger than she looked from behind, maybe as young as 16 but no older than herself. She had absolutely adorable green eyes, a small chest, wearing a t-shirt that hugged her small breasts. A round and warm face that held a nervous but large smile. She seemed to notice her staring at her and tilted her head a bit. “Can I help you?”
Isabella recovered from her initial shock of meeting a co-worker and moved her cart forward. “I am sorry,” she said, putting on her best customer service smile. “I was coming by to get a pair of shoes and overheard your conversation. Do you work at The Crimson Hide by any chance?”
The slightly smaller girl nodded her head a few times. “Yep,” she said cheerfully. “Why do you ask? If you are looking for a job I can take your name and maybe put in a good word with Mama-” She stopped herself for a moment. “I mean with Mrs. Simmons if you like.”
“I already have spoken with Mrs. Simmons and I think I will be seeing you Monday for work.” She extended a hand out to the smaller girl. “My name is Isabella Shields, nice to meet you.”
The younger girl suddenly snapped her fingers. “I remember you now! I spoke to you on the phone yesterday.” Her smaller hand clamped around her with surprising strength as she happily shook Isabella’s hand, her smiling growing large exposing a perfect pair of white teeth. “Ameko Hoka at your service.”
“I was hoping to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.” Isabella proposed hopefully, mostly to truly confirm if everything had seen and heard so far was true. Part of her still questioned if maybe Mrs. Simmons might have been missing with her.
“Sure,” the younger girl looked at her phone once before adding. “However, maybe we can walk and talk. I need to get my shopping done before the next streetcar arrives or I am gonna have to wait longer than I want. I need to be back on campus before my sorority meeting.”
“You are in college?” Isabella asked, choosing to come back and get her shoes. “And if you need a ride I can give you one if you want? I am still new to the area but it would be quicker than taking a street car.”
The girl’s light green eyes practically lit up in relief. “Would you really?!” She questioned stepping up on her tiptoes like she was a small toddler asking to see something. “That would be so helpful, thank you very much.”
Isabella stepped beside the girl as she left to head to the frozen food section where Isabella herself had just come from. Her smaller steps were much quicker than Isabella’s longer strides, honestly this girl had almost too much energy for it being ten o'clock in the morning. “So you are in college?” Isabella asked as the girl came to a stop in front of the waffles.
“Yep, I am a sophomore.”
“And how long have you been working at The Crimson Hide?”
“I started last month.”
“And,” Isabella lowered her voice for a moment as the girl reached inside of the section and took out two boxes of chocolate chip waffles. “Is it true that the three managers actually will spank us if you do something wrong?”
Ameko froze for a moment and seemed to shudder for a bit. “More true than you think.” She confirmed as almost on instinct her small hands came to cover her backside. “I know from experience that it is not a very fun trip.”
“H-How so?”
Ameko rested a hand on her chin, and kicked her cart forward a few inches. “Well it depends on who, and I am the only one that has earned one from all three managers, in the first week she had been there. A new record.” She added with a giggle.”
“How do you even manage that?” Isabella thought to herself as she followed the upbeat girl into the produce aisle. “What are all three of them like if I can ask?”
Ameko took one look at the list in her hand before moving towards the deep green avocados. “Well…” She seemed more focused on tapping her knuckles on the avocados to see how hard or soft they might be than answering her question. “Mama-” She stopped herself for a second time. “I mean Mrs. Simmons is probably the nicest when it comes to it all. She is the main one in charge of both floors at night, she is more like a stern grandma. She mostly used this wicked old brush of her’s, she doesn’t make you go over her lap or anything like that. Says that she is far too old to do that to a young woman, so she will most likely bend you at the hip but if you break position or fight her she might get angry. She has a set time for how long her punishments last, and if you waste that set time then you will not like what happens next.”
“H-Have you wasted her time before?”
“All the time,” Ameko answered. “In fact that is why I am here to get new shoes in the first place, cause I might have slipped in high heels or lost my footing wearing my sports shoes. That usually gets me in trouble with her.” Her small frame shuddered for a moment as she rubbed up and down her light brown arms with her hands. “Mrs. Carter is the worst since she is in charge of food cost and drink cost. Of course she is merciful to the new girls but a week or so after you have truly learned a lot. If you are caught over pouring or even giving free drinks, well you will meet Heather.”
“Heather?”
“Yes it is the name for the tawse she has clipped to her waist.”
“A tawse?” Isabella was unfamiliar with that word.
Ameko took out her phone for a moment before showing her the screen. An image of what she could only describe as a dark brown strap, maybe two inches wide and eight inches long greeted her. The end of it spitting off like the tongue of a snake. “It stings like absolutely hell, I got it at least three times after my first week of being there. I thought that maybe if I got my customers a bit more drunk, they would stay longer. Yeah that was not a fun whoopin'from her as she calls it.” Her face twisted as if she sucked on a lemon as she added. “And she didn’t even give me a hug until the night was done. She also really likes cleaning and will make sure your section and areas are spotless before you can go.”
“What about the owner?” Isabella asked, honestly the two older women, one of whom she had not met yet, just sounded like two firm grandma’s.
That was when that look appeared on the girl’s face, a deep dreamy look as if Ameko had just seen a handsome singer or actor walk by. “Mr. Bradley is really handsome and tall, he used to play in the NBA before an accident happened. Don’t ask about it though cause it seems to provide a lot of pain. I would argue that he is the worst but also the kindest when it comes to it. He rarely gives them out but if you are late and he catches you, if you are causing drama in the club, if you steal from the club or doing a bit too much cursing. One of two things may happen. Either you are going over his lap and that stupidly strong hand of his is gonna warm your butt up, or you are coming face to face with a large paddle that he owns.”
A tall strong man that is willing to paddle her or take her over his lap for a punishment. “Now that sounds interesting.” Isabella thought to herself as she watched this young college girl add two bags of apples and peaches to her cart. “What makes him kind?” She then asked out loud.
“He is really helpful with a lot of things. He is also good to talk to if things are overwhelming you, if you are struggling with money he is willing to help you free of charge. He fights for his employees like we are his family.” It then occurred to Isabella that the look on the girl’s face wasn’t that dreamy look of romantic love, but it was the same look when she talked about her own daddy. Of admiration and love. “He can even sometimes talk down the wrath of Mrs. Simmons and Mrs. Carter if you do something that might have really pissed one of them off. He helped me buy my textbooks when I couldn’t afford them and even pulled some strings so that I could leave the dorms. He introduced me to this really nice sorority that took me in with open arms. So now I pay much less for my studies. I think he is only 37 or 38 so for me he is like the dad I didn’t have.”
Isabella followed the girl towards the checkout, forgetting all about the shoes she had wanted to buy for work. “What is his full name?” She asked, wanting to maybe look this man up.
“Jakobe Bradley or you can look up his nickname, The Bronze Tiger.”
“Jakobe,” Isabella said, liking the way it rolled off her tongue.
“Also one more thing,” Ameko said as she began to quickly unload her cart on the conveyor belt. “Do not get drunk around him to the point you can barely walk.” She said in a very serious sounding tone. “That is like the worst thing you could do with Mr. Bradley.”
“H-How come?”
Ameko shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know but from what some of the other girl’s have said, it is part of the reason why he has a cane now.”
It then occurred to Isabella. “Ameko, how can you even work at this club? Don’t you need to be 21 to pour drinks?”
“I am 21,” of all the things that had been said between them so far. That was the one that caught her off guard. “I know I look really young but I am 21 years old… I turned 21 the day I applied for the job.”
Once the duo had finished unloading all of Isabella’s bags into the backseat of her cozy black car, Ameko's belongings were safe in the backseat. She had the address she was heading to in her phone’s GPS before beginning to carefully drive through the busy streets of New Orleans. “Thank you again for doing this.” Ameko said with a thankful smile. “I need to get baking sooner rather than later and if I get yelled at for being late, then I am gonna be upset and bring it to work. Mrs. Simmons says not to bring your issues into the club unless you want to talk to someone about them. They can’t help you if you don’t open the door for them, and it is not fair to have an attitude for issues that can be talked about.”
“You know,” Isabella began. “You can call Mrs. Simmons, Mama Tati if you want since we are co-workers. She told me to do the same when I started working.”
The Hawaiian girl let out a sigh of true relief. “Okay, thank you, cause I am so used to calling her Mama Tati that it is hard to say her real name sometimes. That's what she told me too at my interview. However it’s gets complicated trying to explain that I call another grown woman, mama Tati, to people not at the club.”
“Did you also get hired on the spot?”
Ameko shook her head. “No I had to come back three times before Mrs. Simmons took a chance on me as she said. I had just turned 21, I was, okay am, still young minded sometimes. So it a a bit of a risk to take a chance on me, but I am a good worker and I try my hardest and that is all you can really ask of someone sometimes.”
“And did.” Isabella felt her mouth go dry as she always struggled to say that simple eight letter word out loud sometimes. “Or rather does knowing that you might get a spanking help you in your work or is it more of a distraction.”
“Honestly,” Ameko began. “I think as much as I hate admitting it, it does help a lot.” Isabella noticed a bit of blush began to spread on the girl’s smooth face. “I lost a few jobs because I am careless or don’t follow rules that well. Knowing that there are three people that still kept me around after my mistakes and even take time to help learn from them. Even when their way really can hurt my butt sometimes. It is oddly comforting.”
“Had you ever gotten it before coming to the club?”
Ameko once again shook her head. “My mom was too busy and it was easier to just have me in my room if I was bad, so it was so new to me.”
As they began to talk idly about other events. Isabella found that this girl was honestly very easy to talk to about things and she could even see herself having a good friendship with her in the future. One thing stayed on the back of her head no matter how much she tried to put it aside to focus on her conversation with this girl. The rumors were true and she had heard it from an eye witness that it was true.
And after hearing about the owner Jakobe Bradley she needed to know more about this man that was gonna be her boss. To see just what he looked like before she decided if she ever wanted to risk getting her butt spanked by him. Though even she knew deep down in her soul that if he was even a fraction as good looking as she kept picturing him.
She wouldn’t mind making one or two mistakes in front of him, just to see how he might handle her. She just could not help herself.
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“Yes Mike, I am standing outside of The New Orleans East Hospital as the entire basketball world has seemed to gather and wait with bated breaths. As we are still waiting on news about the rising star Jakobe Bradley’s faith. The up and coming basketball superstar was apparently in a car crash east of this location. According to police and doctors on the scene, the young man was not breathing when they got him but were able to bring him back to life on the way here.” Isabella found herself sitting on edge at this new report. When she had gotten home after dropping Ameko off at a large pink and white house near the college. She had looked up the name Jakobe Bradley and what she came across was a handsome young man of 37 years old. He was listed at 6’6 and from the picture that was taken at the front of the bar. He dressed very nicely with a dark brown suit, a small golden watch and a golden cross that hung from a silver necklace. He had a long brown cane, the metal topper looking like a roaring lion. He had deep brown skin and the smile he was giving brought silvers racing down her spine. He had large hands, ones that looked perfect for spanking a naughty bottom here or there. Her search led her to watching his basketball highlights and he truly was amazing at the sport. He had the speed and strength of a tiger, he had placed 5th in MVP voting and led the New Orleans Hornets to 4 straight playoff seasons. A 4 time all star, and a one time First Team All NBA player. A humble quiet player who from all his old interviews never claimed to be a truly great player.
It was there that she found the video of what happened to the young man when he was 27 years old. A horrible car crash had broken his right leg beyond repair, taking the pride of New Orleans out of the NBA.
Isabella clicked on another video of the tall dark skinned man standing center court. With famous players such as Lebron James, Dwayne Wayne, and the late great Kobe Byrant as well as countless others attending this important game. “Thank you all for your support, your love, and your prayers.” He had a deep baritone voice that only made her more attracted to this man, she could only imagine how much deeper and thicker it might be now. “The last year of my life has been a rough ride, and I tried my best to get back on the court for all of you fans. However, this old leg of mine is not working anymore, and I can’t play my best on leg. So tonight I am announcing that I am officially retiring from professional basketball.” Isabella had to lower the volume of her tv as what started off as cries of sorrow turned into thunderous cheering. The stadium was probably shaking that day.
The next video she opened was an interview with New Orlean’s newest business man when he opened the Crimson Hide seven years ago. “I was in a dark place when I lost my ability to play basketball.” As she had guessed, his voice did get deeper and richer with age. “However, what the Lord takes away, he returns tenfold with a blessing and that is what The Crimson Hide is for me, a blessing. It is an honor to work beside Tatiana Simmons and Diana Carter. I love the staff we have and I love that I was blessed enough to turn what was once a popular little club into a truly amazing building.”
“I am sure everyone cannot wait for the true grand opening.” A young reporter said. “But can you tell us why out of all the names, why did the former king of nicknames as your teammates once said, choose The Crimson Hide?”
A tiny little smirk grew on the man’s face as a much younger looking Mrs. Simmons, and a more heavyset woman with hazelnut colored skin laughed with each other. “Well… that is just a little thing between me and the employees and I am sure they would murder me if I told the world what that means.”
Isabella found herself blushing and questioning just how many people truly knew the meaning behind the true name of the building. As she finally clicked off of youtube and loaded up her spotify app to calm herself down a bit. Her eyes glanced towards the day on her phone as she leaned back into her couch. Hugging one of the small throw pillows against her chest and kicking her feet in the air for a moment. She felt like a kid knowing that Christmas was a few days away and she wanted to go and open her presents now. “Is it Monday evening yet?”
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