Seven a.m., the usual time I started to crunch some numbers and plan the perfect route to make the next delivery. I took a sip of my coffee, hot, black, and bitter, just as I like it. I was a bit displeased when I saw one of my boys walk into my office, his knees shaking and sweat drizzled down his brow. "Spit it out Asher!" I demanded, not liking the way he was acting. I knew by his suspicious behavior that he or one of the other boys had done something. I knew I had to punish someone, despite not wanting to do so so early in the morning, but unfortunately, it appears that I had no choice. I got up from my chair and placed a firm grip on the boy's shoulder. "What happened?" I asked him. The boy looked down. "Y-your mistress is h-here and...." I sighed, letting go of the boy as he began to blubber what seemed like none sense. "Send her in, and bring me more coffee!" I ordered the twenty three year old boy. He nodded quickly before scrambling out of my office. I sat back in my chair and got back to work. Fifteen minutes later I could hear the clacking of high heals against the tiled flooring, and I knew exactly who it was. Barbara Baker, one of the hottest bombshells I've been lucky enough to call mine. As she entered, I noticed how well her short red dress hugged her perfect plump curves, her blond curls resting against her shoulders. When she looked like this it always made me wonder how she had wound up in a crowd like this. She doesn't deserve to get caught up in all this, but after she was cut off and had no more of daddy's money. She soon started working at a club that she knew her daddy wouldn't approve of. Sort of a last teenage rebellion before she never spoke to him again. That's where I met her. She was like a fine wine in a nicely shaped glass. My thoughts were cut short when I saw a boy being held by his ear. I frowned, immediately thinking it was one of my boys, but no. The boy looked rather young and youthful, not yet shaped by me. "Good day sir," Barbara said, her red lips glistening by the sunlight coming from the north window. "Where'd this one wash up from?" I asked, trying to keep in all my anger. I could tell this poor boy had gone through a lot, but was also a bit of a troublemaker. "Downtown, caught him smuggling drugs," she said as her grip tightened. "Hey fûck off! I'm eighteen and you're not my mom!" The boy snapped. I glared at him. "Hey now, that's no way to speak to a woman," I told him. He scoffed at me, rolling his eyes. "Oh my god, are you even seeing what she's wearing? I can practically see her ass!" He argued. I stood up from my chair once more, taking him from my mistress. "Thanks Babs, I'm sure our new employee will fit right in," I said as I looked down to him. "Can you wait outside the room while I have a talk with him?" I asked her. Her blue eyes glanced at me, then to the little troublemaker. "Sure thing," she said before walking out of the room. I couldn't help but stare at her ass and how perfectly plump it was. I pulled my eyes away once the door closes, letting out a sigh before pushing the boy in one of the waiting chairs. "Listen kid, I don't care if you do drugs because you're going through things or just to look cool, but either way, I think I can help you," I tell him as I leaned on the arms of the chair he was forced to sit in. He looked down. "I don't need help," he muttered bitterly. "That ounce in your pocket says otherwise," I say as I pull it out. "Hey! Give it back! That's mine!" He tried reaching for it, but I push him back into his chair. "What's your name kid?" I asked him. "I-it's Connor," he said, his brown eyes not leaving from the bag of goods. I could tell the boy was going to answer just about anything for these back. Poor kid. Someone got him hooked. That's my job! I could tell he comes from a poor family by his ragged clothes and the cigarette smell radiating off him. "Well Conner, I'm going to help you out alright? You're going to do as I say and I'll get you as much of this stuff as you want," I told him, hoping to coax him into talking some more. His big doe eyes soon looking up to me. "You're joking right?" He asked me, causing me to chuckle a little. "Nope, all you have to do is come work for me and sign my form," I told him. "But, I know nothing about accounting," he said as his breathing got faster. I could tell he was nervous and in disbelief. I laughed a little at his statement. "You'll be my little errand boy, my own personal assistant," I told him. "What you say kid, we have a deal?" I asked as I extended out my hand. The boy was hesitant, but shook my hand. I could tell he was desperate, it honestly kinda hurt me how hooked he was on this stuff. Especially since it wasn't even the good stuff. The kid was clearly far over his head, being scammed like that. I sighed as I moved away from the scared boy in front of me. I then unlocked a drawer from my desk and got out a contract and some ink. "Come here boy," I say sternly, but not enough to scare him. The boy immediately obeyed. So I guess he at least had some sense, that's good. "I'll let you read over if you want and you can back out until your name is signed on this she-" I was a bit taken back by how quickly he'd signed it with no hesitation. He was like a starving puppy. "Very well Connor, your decision is final," I say as I stash the contract away in a nice and neat file. "So when do I start sir?" He asked eagerly. It almost made me feel bad for what I was about to do. "Right now," I said as I got up and took off my belt. His whole demeanor changed as he quickly got up. "W-what are you d-doing?" He asked, feeling scared. Oh, I'll give him something to be scared about. "If you would've read my contract, you would know that I spank my naughty boys," I said as I grabbed his wrist. "What?! You can't do that!" He argued. I shook my head. I always loved when new employees said things like this. It was adorable how naïve they were. "Actually I can. You signed the contract, you ass is now mine. Now, I'll start with the warm up and then you're getting twenty for giving my girlfriend a hard time," I said as I forced him onto my lap as he fought against it. I gave him three harsh slaps, causing him to scream. "Those didn't count, keep fighting and I'll double it," I threatened, which immediately got the boy to go as motionless as a statue. What a smart boy, already learning to obey daddy. I pull both his pants and boxers down to his ankles before I gave him one good harsh smack with my hand to start before it became rapid smacks, each one raining down harder than the last. "No! PLEASE! STOP!" He was already begging me to stop, but I haven't even begun. I ignored his begs as I continued. Once his bum was a good pink color and letting off a bit of heat I stood him up. "We are not done here, go face the corner, now! Hands on your head and that naughty bottom on display," I said sternly. I was glad the boy did exactly what I'd asked of him. I went to my punishment drawer and grabbed one of the thicker wooden paddles, one of the less brutal ones. I didn't want to scare the boy too much on his first day. After around fifteen minutes I summoned the boy back over to me before forcing him to bend over my desk. "You're getting twenty five for cursing and disrespecting mistress like that," I said before I began to spank his ass sorry with the paddle. The first smack had already made the boy scream and squirm, but I didn't even give any indication I was going to stop. "Last three," I warned before winding my hand back before delivering the most brutal swats. The boy was a sobbing mess, nearly falling over from pain. I sat the paddle beside him before picking him up, holding him close as I rubbed his back. "There there buddy, you did good," I praised as I sat down. The boy clung to me more. "I-I'm s-sorry sir," he sniffles a bit. "Just breathe okay? You're alright," I said, trying to get him to calm down as he sat on my lap, though his bottom wasn't really touching anything. After a while I had gotten up with him still in my arms. I had then called on one of my boys after laying the boy stomach up on the couch in my office and covering him with the blanket all my boys used after a punishment. They always had nap time. "Yes sir?" A boy in the door asked. "What have I told you about knocking?" I scolded him. He immediately got down on his knees and begged for forgiveness. That's when I knew exactly who it was. "I'll let it slide this time, but go get me a cup of water, with a straw," I told the boy. It wasn't for me, but rather for Connor, the newest addition to our little family. I just hoped he wouldn't be too scared of me.