The Great Scot: Chapter 1

The story you are about to read is fiction.
Any resemblance to real persons or events is entirely in the perverted mind of the reader.

Tami was nervous. Sitting almost on the edge of the hard chair, she listened carefully as the older woman spoke.

"Well, Tami, it seems you have had some problems adjusting to the work environment in the past, haven't you?"

Tami swallowed hard. "Yes, ma'am," she murmured softly.

"Dropped out of high school in your junior year, worked in 26 different jobs from age 18 to 22, fired from almost all of them." Diane glanced down at the papers on her desk. "Inattentive," "Argumentative," "Chronic tardiness," "Careless," "Sloppy appearance," "Absent minded." Diane closed the folder. "Tami, you are almost 23 years old, you look about 13 and act like a 9-year old. Does that sum it up pretty well?"

"Yes, Ms Randolph," Tami whimpered.

Diane smiled. "Well, you are fortunate in that Mr. McNab, who owns the Great Scot Auto Parts chain, likes to take naughty little girls like you and raise them properly. Like a second chance to grow up - this time the right way."

Tami smiled nervously. "Yes, that is what Mrs Henry said. She said nobody else would hire me and that Mr McNab was strict but fair. Is it true about the spankings? And the dormitory?"

Diane nodded, "Yes, dear, it's in your employment contract. You authorize Mr. McNab and his 'designated representatives' to be 'in loco parentis' for you. That means we can treat you as though you were a child, even though you are over 21. That includes the right to spank you, stand you in the corner, put you on restriction and all of the other things that parents do to control naughty children."

She paused and smiled at the worried look on Tami's face. "And you will have to live in the dorm at the mansion with the other first-year girls. But we will keep your furniture and other stuff in storage and you can get at it whenever you like."

Tami giggled, thinking about the creaky bed, Goodwill chairs and chipped dishes that comprised her 'furniture.' "It would probably make better firewood than furniture at this point. And my apartment really sucks."

Diane smiled sympathetically. "I can imagine. I used to live in that neighborhood and its worse now that it was then." She stood up. "Well, you have read the contract and all the rules. Give us a call when you make up your mind."

The younger woman stood up as well. "I don't need time, I will do it. In fact I can start tomorrow. There's just one thing..." Her voice trailed off and she blushed furiously. "I haven't been spanked since I was six years old and I am not sure how I would react to it. I don't suppose I could see a real spanking before I decide? or would that be too much to ask."

Diane laughed. "Not a problem. In fact Debbie Sue is due for a spanking this afternoon for not cleaning up her room properly. I am sure Mr. McNab won't mind you watching."

Tami blushed again. "But what about Debbie?"

Diane laughed even harder. "Debbie Sue has been at the store for almost six months, she is very much used to having other people see her bare bottom. And you will be, too."

Tami had a moment of dismay, but dutifully followed Diane across the store floor to the stairwell to Mr. NcNab's office. As she crossed the floor she noted that all the girls in their green plaid skirts and white blouses were smiling and seemed cheerful as they scampered around delivering merchandise and running errands. She knew that they were all over 18, but they seemed more like kids playing than women working. Tami hoped that she could have that attitude soon -- no matter what she would have to put up with to get it.

Angus McNab, (Tami idly wondered if that was his real name), the "Great Scot" for whom the store chain was named, certainly lived up to his reputation. As he stood behind his huge oak desk, he looked more like a Viking than a Scot. At six foot five and 300 pounds, he would have frightened any ancient Scot, let alone a scared little girl who barely exceeded five feet and ninety pounds.

"Come in, little girl," he rumbled as she stood hesitantly in the door. "I promise not to eat you up." His booming laugh echoed through the luxurious office.

As Tami let the door close behind her, she heard the loudspeaker in the store. "Debbie Sue - report to Mr McNab's office immediately."

In a few minutes there was a timid knock in the door and Diane opened it to reveal a frightened looking girl in the well-known "Highland Lassie" costume. Patent leather shoes, white knee socks, a very short green plaid skirt with matching neckerchief , white blouse, and a pink ribbon holding her blonde ponytail in place. Debbie Sue was just a bit taller than Tami and no heavier. She looked like a lost 10-year old.

McNab stepped out from behind the desk. Even in casual clothing he was an imposing sight, especially with the full grey beard and rumpled hair. On his TV commercials he wore a long kilt and was often filmed while tossing the caber or the hammer, both of which events he had competed in during the Highland Games. He picked up a heavy armless oak chair with one hand, rotated it in the air and set it down firmly in front of his desk. Reaching over to a bookshelf, he plucked a polished wooden hairbrush and set it within easy reach on the desk. He then seated himself with causal grace and patted his knee.

Without a word, Debbie Sue reluctantly shuffled forward and stood beside him. It was obvious that she knew the routine. Diane motioned Tami to a nearby chair and sat down herself. The giant Scot lifted Debbie as though she were a toddler and carefully placed her face-down across his lap. He lifted her tiny skirt and carefully buttoned it to a button on her blouse, just below the shoulder blades. Her flimsy green panties barely covered half of her pale white bottom cheeks.

McNab gently rubbed the girl's quivering bottom and casually slid his finger between her bottom cheeks, sliding it up to draw the fabric even tighter so that all the fabric was drawn into the crack between her cheeks and her entire bottom was exposed. Debbie gave a small moan but said nothing.

"Well, young lady," the big man rumbled. "It seems that you have been neglecting your chores."

"Y-y-yes Sir," the girl squeaked out. "I-I-I am s-s-s-sorrry, Sir."

"As well you should be, child. Now you will have to be corrected, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

McNab raised his right hand and brought to down across the trembling girl's bottom with a loud "SMACK" that made Tami jump - even though she was expecting it.

Debbie gave out a shrill yelp and her legs shot straight out behind her.

McNab spanked Debbie slowly and thoroughly, covering every inch of her previously pale bottom which now darkened from pink to bright red. Debbie yelped and squirmed at each smack - kicking her legs furiously until both shoes flew off and sailed across the room. Tami winced as she could almost feel the heat in Debbie's red bottom from halfway across the room. Imagining herself in the same position was exciting and scary at the same time.

The spanking continued for what seemed like hours to Tami, but was really a matter of minutes. As Debbie's yelps and squeals died down to a slow sobbing, McNab's spanks slowed down in tempo and eventually stopped. Debbie lay totally limp across his knees, tears streaming down her facial cheeks which were now nearly as red as her nether ones.

After allowing the sobbing girl to compose herself and stroking her bottom gently for a few minutes, McNab spoke in a soft, deep voice, much gentler than his normal rumble. "Now, Debbie Sue, you know what has to come now, don't you?"

She sniffled and choked. "Yes, Mr. McNab. I know," she wailed.

"A dozen strokes of the hairbrush." McNab stated calmly. "And then it will all be over. Are you ready?"

"Y-y-yes, S-s-sir."

McNab raised the hairbrush and brought it down firmly in the center of Debbie's left buttock. Tami jumped again at the sound of the "CRACK" as it impacted. Out of the corner of her eye she noted that Diane had stiffened involuntarily as well. Debbie, being under no constraint to conceal emotion simply howled in anguish. The hairbrush fell again on the right cheek and she howled again. The remaining ten strokes were methodical and equally spaced between the now-purple cheeks. Debbie was now simply bawling her heart out and her little body was wracked with uncontrollable sobs.

McNab put down the hairbrush and stroked Debbie's bottom and thighs gently. As her sobs quieted somewhat, he lifted her upright and held her against his broad shoulder, cradling her bottom in one enormous hand as he stroked her hair with the other. "It's OK, little girl," he murmured softly, "It's all over now."

Debbie finally composed herself and slid off the big man's lap, kissing McNab on his bushy cheek, even giggling a bit as his beard tickled her smooth, tender skin. She left the room slowly, limping a bit and rubbing her bottom.

McNab returned to his desk and regarded Tami and Diane. "Well, Tami, do you think you could put up with something like that?

Tami gulped. "Well I haven't been spanked for 15 years, but it would probably do me some good. Everybody says I need discipline, but ..." Her voice trailed off.

McNab and Diane smiled at each other. "I can assure you that you will get all then discipline you need, child," he stated with a twinkle in his eye. "But it will always be fair - we are not abusers. And you can leave at any time - your "child" status is always voluntary."

Tami took a deep breath. "Yes, that is what I understand from the contract. And I am ready to sign it." A shiver ran over her body as she wondered if she was making a BIG mistake. Then she thought about all the lost jobs, the shabby apartment in a high-crime area and her alcoholic mother who had thrown her out on her 18th birthday when the Social Security checks stopped.

Diane smiled. "Very good, Tami. We'll go back to my office and get all the papers signed. There will be four more girls in your class and we can start Monday. That gives you four days to pack and get your stuff ready for storage. Remember you can only bring two large suitcases with you to the dorm in your first year. But the rest of your stuff will be in storage on the estate so you can get at it whenever you need it."

McNab picked up Tami, hugged her and patted her bottom. Somehow that felt very right to Tami. She hadn't been hugged and patted in that way by a man since her father's death when she was 9. She was looking forward to Monday already.

Find out what happens next in The Great Scot: Part II -- The Mansion

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