I worked as a club manager on top of doing work for Community Mental as a BA from 2005 till somewhere near the end of 2008. It was a rough bar; usually full of bikers. I had a horrible turnover ratio with my staff literally. Most girls did not last more than a few weeks. Honestly, it was discouraging. However, I am a true bitch and REALLY; I do not take much shit from anyone in the real world.
It was a Saturday night, I chose to leave early and let Becky and Lucy finish up the evening. There was a huge crowd that night. Drinks were flying from one end of the bar to the other and; I had 200 dollars in my pocket and was ready to go home. Plus, I had to be back at noon to open the club for the new girl coming in to train. When I arrived at 11:45am; I was shocked to see my boss there.
He was a tall Italian man with no hair; strange but true. He was single, usually drunk, and always gambling. However, he was a fabulous cook and paid me well.
I walked through the club doors and barely made passed the pool tables before he heaved a fucking whiskey bottle across the club making sure it landed within 2 foot of my own feet.
“WHAT THE HELL.” I yelled. Just to watch him pitch a Captain Morgan Rum bottle into the air and watch it land in front of my bar.
“GET IN MY OFFICE, you have a huge problem today.” he ordered me.
“I’m not cleaning fucking glass up mother fucker, WHAT the HELL is wrong with you.” I screamed back at him.
I walked through the double fling kitchen doors and rounded the corner wall; entered into the hot- headed bastard’s office and proceeded to find out what my apparent problem was.
When we got into his office he told me that both my barmaids last night were pulled over by the police. Becky went to jail for drinking and driving. Lucky, a friend came and picked Lucy up; since she was also drunk and could not drive.
They were two blocks of the club at 3:15am. Less than 10 minutes from the time they punched off my boss’s time clock. What the hell I thought.
“WE WERE FINED WITH TWO TAM violations!” he yelled at me; “and I am taking it out on some ones ass”.
“Fuck course!” I thought.
I never did get the club doors opened until after one a clock that day; and yup you guessed it, I cleaned glass.
The new girl must have thought I was an absolute wicked bitch. GOOD. I fumed the rest of the afternoon waiting for those two bitches to come into the bar. I was going to tear them up. It was simple, they both owed me the 250.00 dollars, for a total of 500.00; that I had just given my boss to pay for their fucked up TAM violations.
They either pay me or, they can walk out the door without a job; and my boss would credit me with their last paychecks to reimburse me for their fines. The money, I handed over to my boss earlier was my reassurance he got paid. He knew I wanted my job.
The bike annual was two weeks away; neither will work that day unless they submit to what was given to me. They either pay up their money and their ass to me; or lose the best money-making day of the year and their job. I could care less. HONESTLY.
The new girl Rachael seemed to be grasping things just fine in the kitchen, my bartender was busy and it let me escape and go find peace for a minute or two before Becky came in for her scheduled shift. I asked Rachael to tell Becky before punching in; she needed to come see me. Rachael did.
Becky had been working long enough at the bar to realize, if I knew of her going to jail for drinking and driving after a shift; she was seriously in trouble. So when she did finally knock on my door, she came in immediately apologizing.
“I WANT MY 250.00 dollars Becky NOW!” I screamed.
“DAMN FUCKING RIGHT BITCH you need to be apologizing because your ass is going to pay for every damn shot you drank out of this bar.” “MR Trevino’s did inventory just three days ago stupid idiot!”
I know, I was yelling loud enough for poor Rachael the new girl to hear muffled hollering coming from my office.
I grabbed a piece of paper, a pencil and the inventory list and continued to holler at Becky, “LOOK AT IT AND SEE, here is the numbers, its simple adding dipshit.” I still had not stopped yelling. “Going into Friday night, we had two bottles of Jack Daniels behind the bar, one was full for a total of 20 shots, and the other had been 8 shots down.”
“HOW MANY SHOTS DO WE HAVE BEHIND THE BAR NOW?” I asked raising my voice even louder?
Becky answered correctly 32, she knew where I was going with the conversation and had already started crying.
GOOD I thought.
I clapped loudly for Becky; she got the fucking addition problem right. Really it was just to cause more panic psychologically to Becky. She knew I was going to spank her IRRESPONSIBLE ASS.
“WELL THEN ANSWER THIS BECKY, IF YOU HAVE 32 SHOTS ON FRIDAY AT 5:00pm and at the end of the night you have sold 23, but both bottles are empty, WHERE THE OTHER FUCKING 9 shots go?”
Becky cried; she had nothing to say and that was fine with me. I continued on and gave her two options.
“No matter what, you owe me 250.00 dollars; I want it by Monday night.”
I continued on with instructing her to walk out in that kitchen and get me the larger of the wooden stirring spoons and bring it back to me.
“I get shots at your FUCKING ASS BITCH!” “I do believe those shots are how much Becky and then times that number by 9?” I said laughing.
“Well unless you would rather me fire you.” “Up to you?” I said to Becky. “It would be a shame for you to lose the opportunity to work the bike annual; last year, I think you made close to a grand right?”
I enjoyed watching that cunt snivel and her calculating her own ass paddling, was actually a stress reducer. She sobbed the number 45 to me and just hung her head.
“GET THE FUCKING SPOON and tell Mike, the bartender working, to let Lucy know she needs to see me before punching in on that time clock!” I hollered at her.
Becky managed do get up and go out my office and come back with her worse nightmare and tell Mike to let Lucy know to come see me in my office.
Humiliating for Becky, Again GOOD I thought!
Becky handed me the wooden spoon and got undresses from the waist down. She bawled all the way through, but never asked for any break or dignity. I rarely tolerated any STUPID behavior; she was really lucky to be given the opportunity to still having her job.
When I was done cracking the hell out of Becky’s rump, I told her I would clock her in on the time clock; and her first task of the day was to go stand in my corner. I would use the look of her beaten ass standing in my corner to know scare the piss out of Lucy.
Lucy knew I would punish this way, she however had never been on my shit list either. I want 250.00 more dollars from her though, with the added money she drank down her throat. I want answers to the Captain Morgan Rum.
Lucy arrived 20 minutes later and came to see me. I told Lucy to enter after she knocked on my door; she gasped and shouted out Becky’s name. Becky immediately spoke to Lucy without turning her head and begged Lucy to just listen to me and follow directions.
AGAIN I yelled. “I WANT MY 250.00 dollars LUCY; I also want reimbursement for the Captain Morgan missing from inventory.” “YOU’RE both FUCKING senseless.” “ESPECIALLY you Lucy, why the hell would you jeopardize your life and get in a car with someone as drunk as Becky were.”
“MY GOD you have kids.” I said with disgust. “Not including you is already a month behind on your house rent.”
“WOW, and now you do not even have a JOB, DUMB DUMB!” I SHOUTED AT HER.
Lucy started crying with just that sentence alone that she didn’t have her Job. GOOD yet AGAIN.
“However Lucy I will give the option I gave Becky, no matter what, you owe me 250.00 dollars; I want it by Monday night.”
I continued on next with informing her that inventory on the Captain Morgan behind the bar was 20 shots for back our up bottle; and 14 shots down in the bottles well. WHEN I asked Lucy how many shots that left uncounted for out of two empty bottles she panic. I LAUGHED.
“Listen here STUPID BITCH!” I said. It would leave 6 shots, at 5.00 dollars apiece it looks like you owe me 30 dollars on top of that 250.00. Unless you would like to save you job too.” I inquired.
“Yes I cannot lose my job!” wept Lucy.
“FINE, GET UNDRESSED FROM THE WAIST DOWN THEN FOOL, I will get pleasure at whopping your miserable ass!”
And I would.
Lucy could not stop looking back and forth between the floor and Becky backside. I continued to make her feel more and more uncomfortable with asking her to also times 6 by 5. She pathetically whimpered the number 30. I LAUGHED AT HER, and told her, “she was lucky”; I did not have any rights to beat her ass for actually getting in the car with someone who was drunk. None of my business really but, the booze and TAM violations, well that was different.
I stood next to a vintage bar stool and tap it with the wooden spoon. Both girls shuddered.
“Lucy bend yourself over that stool.” I ordered. “Becky gets to hold your hands down sweetie.” “Your hands will not get in my way?” Right Becky I asked.
“Yes right.” Becky replied resorting back to crying. I LAUGH AGAIN at their fucking discomfort.
Maybe they should have been me earlier.
It was pleasing to see Lucy’s half naked body draped over my bar stool. She by far had escaped it many times, finding her way out of sticky situations. HA HA not this situation though. Her legs could barely touch the ground and watching Becky bend down still half undressed herself was pleasing to watch. She had to securely pin Lucy’s hands from being able to grab at the stings she would soon feel.
I gave no hesitation after I felt sure Lucy could not get out of her humiliating position, and struck her very white ass 10 times as hard as I could without stopping. When I did, Lucy was screaming in misery and Becky was repeatedly saying she was sorry to Lucy for getting them in trouble.
“YOU SHOULD BE SORRY BECKY, Drinking and driving is STUPID, and what if you would have killed either yourself or LUCY!” I asked but could care less what she had to say; Instead, I released the next 10 extremely harsh blows to Lucy’s red polka-dotted ass already.
“10 more thrashed just as hard as the first” I commented. Lucy feet were now completely off the ground from being heaved forward a little with each blow off the spoon I dealt to her. Her legs kicked; and her bottom was covered with 20 round puffy welts. I enjoyed watching them grow with intense redness.
I let Lucy take about 2 minutes to calm her kicking down. I didn’t feel bad for her, but did tell her that, “I hoped she had learned, I do want her to keep her job, but If she were going to care less that her actions did affected my job; then I could care less of the pain she had to endure to keep hers.”
And with that understanding, I blasted Lucy’s ass 10 more times with that wooden spoon, and chuckled at her and Becky as they both went back to work with very sore asses.
Neither thought I was funny, I let the word out of the bag to Sliver; a gentlemen biker known for slapping a woman’s ass as they walked by, that both Becky and Lucy were spanked to keep their jobs. I chucked the rest of the night at the miserable displeasure of them both. Never to reveal my own painful punishment, I received that day.