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Hot caning fiction by very special guest author Clifton Castigo. All the characters are aged 18 or over. Strictly for adults only!
The Marketing Department by Clifton Castigo
John Higgins was concerned, he was looking at the sales figures for his business from his website and an online auction site and the figures indicated a steady decline. He manufactured and sold the finest punishment canes, paddles and spanking equipment that money could buy. He sold these via the internet across the globe and received excellent feedback from his buyers. It seemed, however, that either people were less kinky, or that they were going elsewhere to buy their canes. He somehow doubted that it was the former, so it had to be the latter.
He had started his business 15 years before whenever he himself had been asked by his master, who had since passed away, to buy a punishment cane for use on him. He had found it difficult to find on the newly fledgling internet and thus his business was born. If his business was to continue for another 15 years, he would have to do something, and fast.
He was not very proficient with technology and would need help, the problem would be finding someone to help him, given the type of business. He thought about the matter and remembered that the business school in town taught a Digital Marketing degree. He wondered whether any of the students there would need an internship or work experience as part of their degree. He had a quick look on the local jobs website and saw that there were many ads from companies in town for Marketing interns, although he was perhaps a little late in the season.
He signed up for one of the jobs websites and placed an ad:
Digital Marketing Internship working for online business in the adult sector. Must be studying for a degree in Digital Marketing with courses in SEO, Community Management etc. Remuneration based on results. Must be open minded.
Oliver was in deep trouble. He had left it late to find somewhere to do work experience, and instead of pursuing the job ads and going to interviews, he chose to go clubbing and take it easy. Now it seemed there were scant opportunities that were suitable to allow him to complete his degree. Worse still, with his mediocre results, his final project, which would be based on his work experience, would have to be exemplary. It was at the end of the last page of results that he noticed the ad for the internship at the adult website. He had no problem with that, a porn website? He would be the envy of all of his classmates. He quickly wrote a cover message and forwarded his CV.
John answered the knock at the door to his workshop and appraised the handsome young lad with an athletic build and a slightly arrogant smile. He was the only applicant for the job so the interview was merely a formality.
“Hi, I’m Oliver, I’m here for an interview for the internship”.
“I’m John. Come on through to the office and I’ll tell you about the job.”
John explained the nature of his business, the challenges he was facing and what he required.
Although Oliver might have been lazy, he was silver tongued and was able to outline how he would study the website and its activity and put together a plan.
John was happy with Oliver, but he did not offer him the job straight away. He was pretty sure that he had sussed Oliver out as a party boy who was looking for anything he could get. He was sure that his position was one of the only ones in town not filled. It wouldn’t do for Oliver to think that he had it in the bag, he was an arrogant little shit and needed to feel a little pressure. He thanked Oliver for his time and advised that he would be interviewing other candidates and would be back in touch soon.
After a few days Oliver called John practically begging for the job and finally John had him where he wanted him and offered the job, getting his intern on very good conditions.
It took John to be on top of Oliver every day to make sure that he was doing his work and not simply browsing the internet . Finally after a couple of weeks, Oliver produced a competitor analysis and a plan as to what he would do to make improvements to the website.
“The biggest problem that you have on the website is that it is very dry, you just have the products, your canes for example and very little else. Your competitors are on various social media websites, they post photos of canings for example, they have detailed descriptions of the expected results of their products. This helps in terms of SEO but also in the BDSM world where it seems that sensations and feelings are very important, it is important that your content is in line with this. The key part of my plan would therefore be to improve your descriptions and perhaps have a photo showing the results of their use. So for example a description of how your canes feel compared to the others and perhaps a photo of someone’s bottom which has received six of the best with the cane in question.”
John was pleased with the analysis and the recommendations. He also now had Oliver right where he wanted him.
“Well, thank you Oliver. That seems very thorough and I’m really pleased that you have thrown yourself into this project so much. We’ll get started today. To write those descriptions you are going to need to feel all of the products, starting with the canes, we’ll also have the bonus that you can review my punishment bench and restraints. Then once your bottom is ready we can take those photographs, I have all the equipment we need, with a week or two between each shoot, I’m sure that we’ll have enough time”
Oliver grimaced, this was not at all what he had been thinking of. He was thinking of hiring models and making up the descriptions. He stuttered his objections.
John cut him off. “Listen here Oliver! I know that you have been lazy during your degree, I called your lecturer and he told me that your results have been really poor and that only a spectacular final project is going to save you. He is under the impression that you are very capable but that you enjoy your social life too much. It’s too late to start again in another company so you have to stay and to get a good report from me, your client, you are going to have to contribute to this project in every way, I don’t have the money to do it any other way. Take it or leave it. Now strip and get yourself over that punishment bench! You can view this as your penitence to atone for your laziness up to now!”
Oliver knew he was beaten and that he would have to be beaten. He stripped and positioned himself on the punishment bench. John used the leather restraints to strap down his arms and legs, rendering Oliver immobile.
“We are going to start with the junior canes, move on to the seniors, then the reformatory canes and finally the whangee cane. You need to remember each one to write those descriptions”
John swished the first cane.
“This is the Kooboo Junior”
John positioned himself behind Oliver and aimed for the top of his bottom, he drew back the cane and brought back bringing it down with a loud CRACK!.
Oliver felt a thin line of intense pain which was unbearable but quickly faded to a more tolerable level.
“Now the Dragon Junior”
This time the pain was equally intense but seemed to penetrate deeper and it took much longer to reach a tolerable level, Oliver gasped.
“Let’s move on to the Seniors, weĺl begin with the Kooboo”
This time the pain was not quite so stinging but more aching and seemed to last longer.
John was working his way down Oliver’s buttocks and they already had three vivid parallel stripes in contrast to his pale skin.
The pain was stinging and aching all at once and it seemed it would never subside. Oliver felt a tear forming at the corner of his eye.
“Now on to the reformatory models starting with the kooboo”
This time the sound of the swish was less shrill and the crack a deeper more resounding thud. Oliver felt an aching pain and could almost feel the bruises forming across his arse.
This time the pain was so intense he gave a scream and struggled against the restraints. The pain penetrated deeply and like Duracell, went on and on and on.
“Now, one that is a little different to finish. This is the whangee cane. In the other canes any knuckles are sanded down, but in this one they are the point. The knuckles add a level of intensity where they land and leave a reminder that is felt for longer.!
The pain was unbelievable! Oliver felt the sting as with the other canes but also felt deep penetration where the Knuckles connected with his skin. Together the sensation was diabolical. He gasped, emptying his lungs of air.
After the caning Oliver went home and looked in the mirror at his striped arse which from top to bottom was progressively more severely marked. The worst of the pain had faded and a pleasant warm sensation had begun to blossom across his buttocks. Although the caning was unpleasant and painful, unexpectedly he had sprung an errection. There was some appeal in the discipline and even the pain. He took care of himself while reliving the caning in his mind.
Over the next few months the descriptions of all the products improved. Oliver’s bottom, striped by various canes, and bruised and marked by paddles and other implements featured across the site. Sales increased significantly. At the University if one paid attention, Oliver could be seen to squirm and shift uncomfortably in his seat in lectures following the days he worked in John’s business.
Olivers final project obtained the highest possible mark and he got his degree and went to work for a flourishing start up, but found that he missed working for John. He approached John who was pleased to employ him on Monday evening every week to maintain his social media presence. This was great for Oliver as he had enjoyed working for John and the extra money on top of his regular job could go to his Holiday funds. On Tuesdays at the start up Oliver can often be seen sitting gingerly on his chair at meetings and is unusually eager to stand up and present.
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters appearing in this story are over 18 and are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons or businesses, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Story © MMXX by Clifton Castigo, used here by very kind permission of the author. All rights reserved.
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