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Two Jesse: The Hard-Handed Janitor

Do you ever wonder about those anonymous men? You know the ones I mean, the janitors, deliverymen and window washers, all the men who serve us and keep us comfortable. Especially the ones with average looks. How far can one of these faceless men be pushed before he pushes back?

Jesse Guerrero, the building’s head janitor, always came in late in the afternoon to straighten up the swank Law Offices of Eldrich and Tremain. He wasn’t really there to clean, it was only an excuse to take a break and visit a friend. During the day, with the offices still busy and fully staffed, he only did light touch ups: Just wiping off tables and desks, emptying trash cans, re-shelving books and straightening the chairs in the law library, wiping off the table in the conference rooms, and sponging up the small kitchenette and the tables in the lunch room. Most of the staff hardly noticed him. He prided himself on being polite, quiet and unobtrusive while the staff was busy.

Later in the evening when the offices were deserted, except of course for the occasional late working law clerk, paralegal or junior partner, Jesse and his cleaning crew did all the major work. He and his crew polished the offices to a high luster. Every surface was completely cleaned. All the wood was polished, the counters sprayed and wiped completely clean. The desktops were carefully cleared, cleaned, and any papers and anything else was put back so that they were in the exact place they were before cleaning, although the office rule was that all sensitive papers were to be locked up every night.

Jesse noted if there was a clerk leaving things out he or she should not, without reading the confidential papers. He reported to one of the firm’s senior partners if he felt there was a problem, although he and his crew had all signed confidentiality agreements.

He knew the firm could be open to a major lawsuit if any information were to be leaked. After the desks were cleaned, all the floors were moped, vacuumed or scrubbed; he searched out dirt and grime until the offices were gleaming and perfect.

For about the last week, getting everything perfect had been easier said than done. There was a problem with a paralegal or young lawyer working in the law library late every night that week. She was beautiful and haughty, looking down on the cleaning crew as if they were insignificant bugs. She acted as if Jesse should feel honored to clean up her mess, and she really made a terrible mess. The law library was disorganized, with books and papers strewn all over, and wads of paper near the trash can but not in it. The small kitchenette had crumbs and spilled coffee covering almost every surface, even after he had cleaned it once that evening. The ladies room had to be cleaned twice. Even her desk was all cluttered, including several files marked “confidential” with papers peaking out of them. There were scraps of food in her office and the law library, and coffee spilled everywhere. Food and coffee both stained the carpet. Not only that, but in the smoke free building, there were cigarette butts and ashes everywhere. There was a cigarette burn on the side of an expansive coffee table. Jesse was livid.

“Ma’am, could you please try not to spill food on the carpet?” Jesse asked politely, controlling his temper. “And remember, it’s against the law to smoke inside the building, not to mention disgusting.”

“If you don’t like cleaning up after people, why are you a janitor? Is it because you don’t have enough brains to get a real job?” she snapped back at him, eyes flashing. “Maybe I’ll complain to one of the senior partners about your attitude and get you fired.”

“You want to complain about me? Go ahead,” Jesse said in a tight voice. “I’ve been cleaning these offices for six years. I think my record will stand up to your accusations. Bitch.”

The sheer nerve of a janitor calling her a name left her speechless for a moment. He was long gone before she muttered under her breath, “Bastard!”

Jesse quickly opened a closet and took out a camera he knew was kept there for the use of the lawyers. He checked the flash, then quickly went back to where the girl was sitting and shot several quick pictures of the messy room, with her included in the pictures.

“What’s that for?” she asked, jumping up from her desk.

“Evidence. You work in a law office, you must have heard of it. Just covering my behind, ma’am,” he shot back. “What do you think I am? Stupid?”

“Give me that!” she ordered.

“Yeah, that’ll work. Not! I’ll let you have it in James’ office tomorrow,” Jesse told her, “and the three of us can discuss this. By the way, clean this office. I did it once, I’m not going to redo it because of you.” He left the office the way it was.

Unbeknownst to the haughty beauty, Jesse had a secret. It was also a secret from most of the law firm’s staff. Jesse was no ordinary janitor. He was the sole owner of the huge company that maintained a lion’s share of the offices in the greater Los Angeles area. He cleaned this particular building himself for three reasons: First, to keep up with and train various crew members; new hires always worked with him at that building for the first ninety days. Second, it was his first building, the first building his firm had a contract to clean, which made it the start of his dream. And last, his very personal friendship with James, one of the senior partners at the firm.

If they knew about it, other members of the firm might wonder at the close friendship between the tall, handsome Yankee blue-blood lawyer and the shorter, stocky, round-faced Mexican-American janitor. The two men had little in common. The only outward similarity were the men’s’ smiles. They both had smiles filled with the secret to the joy of life. Less visible, they also shared a certain devilish outlook on life. Outsiders would not see these things so they might speculate as to why two such different men spent a few minutes everyday locked in James’ office with a drink, whether it be coffee, cola, or even a cocktail, depending on their mood. Few understood the friendship, a friendship formed at a party held by The Paddle Club, a local and very discrete club for spanking enthusiasts, especially those who favor over the knee spankings.

The Paddle Club was an eclectic mix of all social strata and differing types of people. They had monthly parties in a beautiful old building just outside town. A discrete brass sign by the door read: PC Members Only. The club was a great place for fun and games, especially spanking games, but it was also a good place for socializing and many real friendships had been formed at the parties.

The club, even with its foundation in spanking, was actually very respectable. Drinking was limited, over-intoxication was discouraged and drugs banned completely. Spankings were often done out in the open, publicly, but always voluntarily on both sides. Code words were used to prevent things from going too far. The only time spankings appeared not to be voluntary and code words were rarely used was at a member’s initiation, and then a club member acted as host and monitored things so nothing went too far. Nudity, to any degree, even just bare bottoms, was only by consent. Other than the spankings, all sex was private and normally only between married couples or life partners. Of course, no one under 21 was allowed.

Jesse and James’ friendship had started at the club, at the very bottom. Literally at the bottom. The bottom of a young, blond woman that is. The two had met when Jesse was initiated but they had never really talked until they were both spanking the blond. Jesse was spanking her left cheek and James was spanking her right. At one point they looked up and as their eyes met, they exchanged quick grins and began an unspoken race to see who could paddle the now dark pink, curvy bottom the fastest and hardest. The race went undecided when the girl yelped and said, “Stop!”

The blond jumped up rubbing her very red bottom, but she had a grin on her face and amusement in her eyes as she said, “You two are dangerous!” Laughing, she submitted to inspection to determine the contest winner. There was a drink riding on the outcome.

Jesse was determined to have lost. He bought drinks for James and himself and also for the blond victim. That was it. The contest was over but the friendship had just begun, and has grown ever since. Jesse had been over to James’ for dinner many times and vice versa. James had since married, and Jesse had also become a friend with James’ wife, Suzanne. Suzanne was a regal beauty who looked like a queen and had a bawdy sense of humor, and a real love of being spanked. She enjoyed light teasing spankings or even moderately heavy spankings. Sometimes she even enjoyed really hard spankings. She was open to all toys: Paddles, canes or a belt, but she preferred a hand, well applied to her firm, rounded, spectacular bottom.

At the club, Jesse had spanked and paddled Suzanne many times, and even on occasion been spanked by her. She could top with the best of them. All with James’ approval. And now, three years later they sat in James’ plush office, relaxing and talking over cups of coffee. Jesse showed James the pictures and told him about his concerns, especially his concerns about client confidentially. Then he got onto the subject of the mess.

“I tell you James,” Jesse was saying, “that girl is something else. She’s gorgeous with all the right curves, especially her tight little bottom; she’s also bright, but as snotty as hell. She acts like it’s a privilege for me to clean up after her, and she always, always, leaves a mess. Look at those pictures. She even threatened to have me fired if I didn’t like cleaning up after her.”

“You’ll have to be more specific. We have several beautiful, snotty law clerks,” James remarked with a grin. “I seem to have an affinity for hiring them. I can’t think why.”

“That’s easy,” Jesse smiled. “You just sit there in the interview and picture how much you’d like to take them over your knees and teach them a lesson or two. Bingo! They’re hired. Have you ever spanked anyone in the office?”

“You’re right of course, that’s probably it. But no, I’ve never spanked any of them. The only woman who’s been spanked in this office was Suze,” James smiled as he recalled the event. “So describe this snotty brat a little better,” he prompted.

“She’s really gorgeous, about twenty-five, with shoulder length wavy blond hair, flashing blue eyes, great figure and a curvy bottom,” Jesse smiled in remembrance.

“Janine.” James sipped his coffee then leaned his head back thinking. “Yes, I can certainly understand her appeal, and I can also see where she could be taken down a peg or two. She can be a bitch. What’s the big deal? You know better than most exactly what to do with a brat. Catch her working late one night and take her over your knees! Spank her until she sees the error of her ways.”

“Some lawyer you are.” Jesse was surprised because their spanking games were limited to willing participants. He expostulated, “That kind of advice could get me put in jail for assault!”

“With what evidence? What witnesses?” James asked quietly. “On her word alone? You know enough not to leave any marks.” “And who would she show them to anyway?” Jesse mused aloud, “Somehow I can’t see Janine calling the police over and lifting her skirt to show them her red bottom. She’d be far too embarrassed.”

“So there’s nothing to prove it but her word against yours,” James said softly.” And I’d vouch for you.”

“And there’s also your extensive videotape cameras,” Jesse responded to him, warming up the idea. “The ones you have for surveillance and to videotape evidence things in this office.”

“The camera in this office, right here, focuses on the right arm of the chair you’re sitting in, by the way. It’s in a perfect position to catch the action if someone were getting a spanking over your lap.” James commented, “But of course, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

“So there will be no copies of the tape?” Jesse asked softly.

“Only the one copy, which Janine will not know about, the one which will find its way into my VCR at home where I will watch it with great enjoyment along with my wife,” James smiled widely, “as she lays face down across my knees.”

“Spousal abuse,” Jesse teased, shaking his head. “Spanking your sweet wife.”

“Only if I didn’t put her over my knees once in a while. You know Suzanne.” He smiled at the very thought of his beautiful, sexy, and kinky wife, and repeated, “You really know Suzanne, hell, you’ve spanked Suzanne on many occasions. She loves it.”

Jesse, who’d had the beauteous Suzanne over his knees many times, smiled in remembrance and agreed.

Janine worked late that night. As usual she made a mess, leaving coffee rings on the conference table and tobacco ashes in a coffee cup, even though it was a non-smoking building. Crumpled paper was strewn everywhere except the trash can, and streaks of whiteout were on the telephone. Her desk, the small kitchen and the ladies room all showed similar signs of abuse.

Jesse was ready for her. He’d sent his crew down to another floor of the building and waited outside the law library. He walked in and caught her wadding up her notes and throwing them on the floor.

“That’s it!” Jesse was adamant. “You lady, are a slob, a snob and a spoiled brat. You will come with me right now and I will give you a spanking!”

“I won’t!” Janine’s eyes flashed blue fire and her chin was high. Little did she know that she had never looked better. There was a trace of uncertainty in her tone, however. “You can’t.”

“You will cooperate with me or else I’ll spank you on your bare bottom instead of over your skirt, and I will make sure it hurts much more,” Jesse was firm, implacable. “And I can do it, believe me.”

He took her arm firmly and led her down the hall without loosening his grip, then opened James’ office and led her over to the chair. Still holding her arm, he sat down and pulled her over his knees.

“Stop struggling or its bare bottom time,” he threatened harshly. “And remember, it will hurt more.” He flipped a switch on the table near his elbow.

He began to spank her firmly but not too hard; she squirmed and yelled at him, cursing and kicking, reacting more from anger and indignation than pain. Gradually, the slaps came faster and harder. She kicked harder still and squirmed more, and continued to curse at him but he ignored her until she tried to put her hand over her bottom. He pulled her hand away and landed six sharp slaps right on the spot she was trying to protect. “No!” Finally, he let her up.

“I’ll have you arrested,” she shouted, rubbing her behind. “Creep!”

“Call the cops,” Jesse smiled. “By the time they come it won’t even be red. Besides,” he grinned, “do you want to explain this to a cop and show him your bare bottom? I’m sure he’d enjoy it.”

“I’ll sue then.” Her voice was quieter, sounding less certain.

“Again, where’s your proof?” he asked calmly.

“I’ll tell my boss and get you fired.” She was on her last threat and they both knew it.

“Do it. Tell your boss. Go ahead and get me fired,” he challenged, and then taunted her by asking, “Do you think it’s a thrill to clean up after someone like you. A nose in the air snob who’s also a slob?”

“I’m not like that. I’m not that bad.” She thrust out her chin combatively but sounded uncertain.

“No lady, you’re worse.” He stalked out of James’ office leaving her behind without even so much as a backward glance.

The next day, Janine steamed and stewed all day. Finally, she gathered her nerve and went into James’ office. She was both angry and shy as she told him how Jesse has spanked her.

“He threatened to do it again, but next time he threatened to spank my… ” her voice trailed off.

“Your what, my dear?” James asked gently.

“My bare bottom.” She practically whispered the words.

“But he didn’t this time?” James hid his surprised expression.

“No,” she said fervently, “he spanked me over my skirt.”

James surprised her then. “Show me the um, evidence.”

“There is none.” She assured him, “It’s faded now.”

“Then go back to work, but hear this:” His voice got surprisingly firm and commanding. “I’m telling Jesse to use his discretion. If you ever treat him or his crew with disrespect or deliberately cause them any extra work, he will have my permission and my advice. He should pull your skirt up and your panties down and do the job right, on your bare bottom and very, very hard.” He paused, holding her gaze with his and she began to shiver. “And if he does, I’ll do it again myself the next day, with a cane. And I promise to leave plenty of evidence. Have I made myself painfully clear?”

“But sir!” James raised one eyebrow and she stopped, cutting herself off. “Yes sir.”

“Go back to work, Janine,” he said smiling. “I need a report of that deposition on my desk first thing in the morning.”

That night working late again, Janine was nervous. She did not want another spanking and somehow she felt doomed. Most of all, she did not want that cretin of a janitor putting his hands on her, pulling down her… Unbidden, her mind formed the pictures: Jesse dragging her to a chair, pulling her over his knees, pulling her panties down and spanking her. Sitting there alone in the library, she flushed and shivered. She felt as if she were being watched, as indeed she was.

In the end, it was her nerves that caused her downfall. She made herself some soup and coffee, but she let the soup boil over in the microwave and burned the bottom of the coffeepot. She spilled coffee grounds on the floor, and then tried to wipe it up doing only a halfway job.

She took her coffee into the law library, against office rules, and spilled it on the computer keyboard and an expensive law book. She hadn’t wiped off her soup mug after it boiled over so it marred the surface of the beautifully polished conference table. As she tried to wipe everything up with a wad of paper towels, she knocked over a bag of sunflower seeds she’d been snacking on.

Jesse walked in at that moment. He looked at the room, then at her, and shook his head slowly. Smiling, he crooked his finger, beckoning her. She got up from the chair slowly, tears already forming in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I tried but… ” She swallowed slowly, her voice freezing up, “I was so nervous.”

“So you were anticipating my little visit.” He spoke in such a friendly voice that she was almost lulled into a sense of security. Almost.

“I was scared,” she admitted.

“And now you’ll find out why.” He ordered, “Take off your skirt.”

“Please,” she began.

“Now!” he said. “Or I’ll add some corner time to your punishment.”

“What’s corner time?” she asked, curiosity outweighing her good sense.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He ordered, “Don’t make me tell you again. Take that skirt off now.”

She obeyed, slowly sliding her skirt off. She stood holding it and feeling awkward.

“Leave it here on the table,” he commanded.

She tossed the skirt on the table.

“Fold it!” He sounded exasperated.

Once again he led her into James’ office. He sat in the chair and pulled her unceremoniously over his knees. He began to spank her sharply but not very harshly. She took the spanking with a good deal more restraint than she had the previous night. In fact, her first thought was one of relief. He hadn’t pulled down her panties after all. That soon changed as the spanking got a bit harder and faster and started to sting. She squirmed, he stopped spanking her and pulled down her panties

“Now let’s get started,” he said with a smile as he settled in to give her a long stinging spanking, turning her bottom a bright red and making it very warm.

All her restraint fled as she began to kick and yell curses at him.

“Mind your tone and do not swear at me!” Jesse ordered harshly as he increased the strength of the blows yet again.

She attempted to cover her behind with her hands. He grabbed both of her hands in one of his and landed a series of blows guaranteed to make her bottom burn.

Finally, he stopped. “Now stand in the corner with your back to me.” He commanded, “No, don’t cover your beautiful bottom with your hands, I want to look at my handiwork. Keep your hands laced together at the back of your neck.”

After a few moments he turned her around to face him. He took her hands in his and guided them down to cover her still warm behind. “Now how does that feel?” he asked her gently.

“It hurts!” she pouted.

“Good.” He slowly moved in for a kiss. She made no effort to refuse him or evade the tender kiss. “It’s supposed to. Now clean up this office and the mess in the library and the kitchen, and I’ll let you have your panties and skirt back.”

“Beast!” she muttered.

“Yes,” he laughed, and kissed her gently again, lingering on her lips.

She cleaned the office, the kitchen and the law library, all the while naked from the waist down. Jesse watched, coached and occasionally swatted her bottom until everything was clean enough to gain his approval. Finally, he gave her a few smart swats and a quick, passionate kiss, then told her to get dressed and go home.

The next day she wanted to call in sick but she knew she would only be postponing the inevitable, so she gathered her courage and went to the office. When the rest of the staff broke for lunch, she was summoned to James’ office. Jesse was there.

“I understand that even after our little talk you were a very bad girl last night,” James said. “I promised you a caning. Take off your skirt and bend over my desk,” he pointed. “Jesse will help you stay in position by holding your hands.”

James walked across the room and opened a cabinet that Janine had never noticed before. He reached in and pulled out a thin, whippy cane. Jesse grabbed her hands, holding her firmly.

“James, not too severe,” Jesse said. “She’s really trying to improve.”

“And we’ll help her,” James said evenly. He slashed the cane through the air making it whistle. “A dozen, Jesse?”

“No more than six, please,” Jesse replied.

“Softy!” James chided.

“And not too severe,” Jesse added, watching as Janine began to relax.

“Jesse, you’re taking all the fun out of this,” James moaned, winking at him.

“Not all the fun, just look at that nice, smooth pale creamy bottom,” Jesse laughed. “It’ll look perfect with a few red streaks. Of course, when I said six, I meant from each of us.”

Janine squirmed against Jesse’s firm hold.

“And now… ” That was her only warning; James gave her six quick, smart cuts with the cane, not especially severe but each left a pink line.

The two men traded places and Jesse gave her six cuts, even harder, before they let her go. James put her into the corner and offered Jesse a cocktail. They sat and relaxed, watching her, and talking about her.

Finally, James said, “I’m going to lunch. Turn around girl.”

She faced him and watched in dismay as he unloaded a tape from the VCR. He grinned, “I’ll watch this tonight.”

Jesse walked over to her and took her face in his hands. He kissed her tenderly and gathered her clothes, handing them to her.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been rude to you Jesse.” She had tears in her eyes. “I really am.”

“It’s all right, honey.” He kissed her again. “I liked your spirit and your attitude but I like your red bottom even more.”

James came back from lunch and found his office empty. Jesse and Janine were both gone. James smiled to himself as he sat at his desk and called his wife. “My love, you’ll never guess what happened today.” He smiled as she spoke to her.

“Let me guess,” Suzanne laughed. “You and Jesse are causing trouble again, right?”

“Of course,” James said proudly.

“And there’s a warm pink female bottom involved,” she guessed.

“Right again,” he sighed.

“And it’s not mine, right?” She sounded put out.

“Only partially right,” James teased. “Yours will be red soon enough, girl,” he warned.

“Okay then. I love you,” she said softly.

“Tell me later love, when I have you bare bottomed and over my knees,” he ordered.

“I will but… ” she sounded hesitant, “will it make you go easy on me?” There was a pleading tone in her voice.

“Hell no! You’re getting it long and hard!” he almost shouted.

“Thank God! But what about the spanking?” she quipped.

“Do you feel like a severe spanking, Suze?” he asked.

“Truthfully?” She paused thinking, “Not at the moment, but I’ll think about it all day and by the time you get home I’ll be more than ready.”

“So will I,” he warned.

“Okey dokey.” She hung up.

That night Janine made a mess again. It was not as bad as before; instead it was staged so that it would be much easier to clean up, but it looked messy.

Jesse came in, shook his head and grinned, “You know what’s coming. Take off your skirt.”

“Jesse, please don’t,” Janine said, but her pleading tone did not match the gleam in her eyes.

“Did you know, my dear, that the sofa in James’ office folds out into a bed?”

“No, I did not,” Janine said softly.

“It’s perfect for resting after a spanking,” Jesse said.

“Will I be resting alone?” Janine asked quietly.

“Not if you don’t want to. You may want someone to kiss and cuddle you,” he winked at her.

“I’m sure I will.” Janine unzipped and dropped her skirt. “I’ll bet I need to be cuddled for a long, long time.”

At James’ home, watching the tapes came first, right before Suzanne got a long hard spanking followed by a long hard cock. She enjoyed both very much indeed. As for Janine, she and Jesse had three kids before she ever got to see the darn tape, and then she had to watch it face down over his knees.

Does it help to find out that the faceless janitor is almost a millionaire? Or is it more important that he’s slightly kinky? Anyway, you never know who you’re ignoring and what he’ll do to get your attention and respect.