Job Interview 2


Burning with shame I pulled my underpants down and handed them over. Miss Prendergast took them and with great precision pinned them like a trophy to the wall.

My face must have been beetroot as I stood there trembling in the middle of her office completely nude.

"Well," she said, "a little boy, and I use the word little advisably, who knows how to take orders from a woman. You might just be the assistant for Monica we've been looking for. She likes obedient men."

"Yes Miss."

At least I might end up with a job.

She turned and pressed the button on her telephone.


"Yes Miss Prendergast," Monica's mild Irish accent came from the speakerphone.

"He's ready for his second interview now."

"Thank you Miss Prendergast. Send him through."

Miss Prendergast turned to me.

"You heard Monica. You can go through to her office for your second interview."

"But... But..."

"Stop dithering man. What are you going on about?"

"I've got no clothes on Miss."

"I had noticed. And quite cute you look too. A bit disappointing dimensionally shall we say, but quite cute otherwise."

The reference to my dimensions made me blush more furiously than ever. I mean I mightn't have the biggest cock in the world, but I wouldn't have said I was dimensionally challenged.


"But what? Out with it man."

"You said I could have my clothes back if I passed the interview."

"Interviews I think I said. In the plural. If you are going to be Monica's assistant then you have to demonstrate to her that you are capable. Then you might get the job. Then you might get your clothes back."

"But if Monica doesn't think I'm capable..."

"Then you'll be sent home without your underpants. After all you did give them to me."

"But I can't go home with nothing on."

"I think you'll find you can... If you have to..." Monica's Irish lilt interrupted from the doorway. She'd come through to fetch me and she could see me in the altogether.

"But I... I ... Er..."

Standing there completely in the nude with two forceful women I couldn't think how to resist. How had I ever let myself get into this situation.

"Come on," said Monica, her tone was altogether gentler than Miss Prendergast, but none the less authoritative for all that.

I walked trembling through to her office.

"Now you stand there and I'll just have a look at you. See if you're presentable."

She walked round me eying up my naked body as if sizing me up at a slave market.

"Nice arse," she pronounced at last, " and I like a man with a nice arse. And it's quite a cute little one you've got there," she pointed at my penis with what looked for all the world like an old fashioned schoolteacher's cane that she held in her hand, "get plenty of outings does he, the little man?" She pointed at my penis with the cane again.


"Yes outings. There's lots of girls go for little ones like that I'm guessing?"

"Well... Er... No...," better tell the truth. I wasn't very successful with girls. Too shy by half.

"Dear dear, never mind I'm sure we can introduce you to the girls in the office. You'll get plenty of offers I'll be bound. Girls like a man with a cute behind. That's if you pass the test that is."


"Yes, test. To see what you know and whether you can learn. And whether you are willing to take a risk. Are you willing to take a risk. I need a man who can take risks."

"Yes, of course."

"Good. You have a degree I take it?"

"Yes of course, an honours degree," I didn't let on that it was only third class honours.

"What in may I ask."

"Economic geography."

"Economic geography is it. So you'll be knowing all there is to know about countries and the like."

"Of course."

"And how extensive is your knowledge."

"Very extensive."

"Good good, so you could answer any question I ask you."

"Yes of course," well my knowledge was pretty good even though I said so myself.

"Good, so we'll do a geography test then. See how much you know and how much you can learn. And as I said there'll be a little risk in it. Not much risk as the questions will be easy for a man with an extensive knowledge of geography."

"Risk?" What risk?"

"Well let's see. I know what," she pulled out a chair, rather like a dining room chair, "now you kneel on this and stick out that cute little behind of yours. Now I'm going to ask a geography question. A wrong answer will merit the application of this," and she swished her schoolteacher's cane, "to a certain cute little behind. A right answer and you've past the interview."

I didn't know what to do. How difficult would the question be. If it was an easy one I'd passed the interview. I wouldn't be sent home with nothing on. But if it was difficult one. Well, one stroke of the cane, even on my bare bottom, perhaps it was worth the risk.

"How difficult is the question," I burbled.

"And here was me thinking you were a man to take a risk and now it seems like you aren't. But there's the door if you want to walk out.

"But how difficult."

"Ooh, not too hard. I tell you what. You kneel on the chair. That's right. Now stick that cute little behind out. That's right. Now I'll tell you what. I'll ask the question. If you don't think you can answer it you can still walk out the door, past the girls, out into the street and home. In the nude. You never know the girls might like what they see, if they can stop laughing that is. If you think you can answer it then take the risk. What do you say?"

"All right," I stammered, after all I wasn't risking my bottom just hearing the question.

"How many countries does Spain have a land border with?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. After all that it was so easy.

"Two," I pronounced without even having to think about it, "France and Portugal!"

"Oooooooooooow!" the cane came down with such force and so suddenly that she must have been standing ready to apply it the moment the words were out my mouth.

"Dear me, an easy question like that and he couldn't even get it right," the stern tones of Miss Prendergast came from the door. She'd been watching my humiliation.

"I did get it right I did, I did..." I blubbed.

"No you didn't. You forgot about Andorra."

Andorra! Bloody Andorra! How had I forgotten about Andorra.

"Well, are you wanting to correct your answer. Or would you rather go home with a stripe across that cute little behind. But with every wrong answer the risk increases. Two more stripes on the cute little behind if you get it wrong this time."

As if I'd get it wrong now!

"Three," I said, "three."


The cane came down again, with equal force and...


Down it came again.

"But I included Andorra, I said three," my bottom burning and my eyes streaming.

"But you missed out Gibraltar."

How could I have missed out Gibraltar. Now I'd been caned three times and I still hadn't passed the interview.

"Would you like another try? I don't think he would Miss Prendergast. He's blubbing. I think he's had enough. I think we'll be sending him home in his birthday suit with three stripes on his behind. Still the girls will get a good laugh."

"I'm not blubbing. It's just my eyes are watering," I stammered.

"Well, that's it is it. Are you going to have another go. Mind, your eyes will be watering like Niagara Falls more if you get it wrong again. It's three stripes this time."

I thought and thought. I went round the border of Spain systematically. Portugal, France, Andorra, Gibraltar. No there were definitely no other countries.

"Four," I said, "definitely


I don't know if you've ever had six of the best on the bare bottom, administered by an Irish girl with a strong right arm.


Well let me tell you this. It stings. It really does.

"I think he's enjoying it," said Miss Prendergast, "look at his little man."

Oh no! My cock was bolt upright. For some reason a bare bottom caning had made my cock go rigid. How much more embarrassing could it get!

"Better let him have the other one Monica, don't want to disappoint him."


And my eyes were streaming and my cock was rigid and my bottom was on fire.

"But you said, you said," I blubbed.

"I said you'd forgotten Gibraltar, I didn't say that was all you'd forgotten. You're the one that's supposed to know about geography. You should know that there are two Spanish enclaves in Morocco, so that's five borders in all.

"Five," I sobbed, "five?"

I was past caring.

"Right!" pronounced Monica, "you know what Miss Prendergast. He might not know much geography, but he's shown he can learn, he's shown he can take disciplining and he's shown he can be obedient. What's more he's got a cute little arse on him, even if it is rather red at the moment, and you know the little man's not so small when it's pointing up and we know how to get it up now. I say he's passed the test."

"I think you're right Monica," as always, "I think you can introduce him to the girls now. They'll be dying to see him."

"The girls?" I gasped.

"Yes of course," said Monica, "you'll be working with the girls. You'll have to show them what you're made of. Convince them you can fit in here."

"Does that mean I can have my clothes back now."

"Certainly not. As I said. We have to show them what you're made of!"

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