I wanted to be a People Greeter.Finding the personal office I got and filled out an application form. I was in luck that day as the store was looking ...o fill a couple of positions left vacant only the week before. As I finished filling out the form I was told the personal director wanted to interview me.Tracy Owens, said the name plate on her desk, looked to be in her late twenties. She was nice looking with long black hair cascading to her slender shoulders. Because she was sitting behind her. Up until then I'd only had two sexual experiences, both with guys. One was at summer camp when I was 13; my folks sent me to a place in the High Sierras called Unalyee and I met another boy who was just as horny as me. That camp had things set up so that two boys shared a tent. They did the same with the girl's camp across the stream. Anyway, my tent mate Rob and I got along pretty well and things were normal until we were into the second week and there was some fuss about one of the camp. "Titan, what if we take back one of them now as a sample, and offer to bring the elders here to show them. We can discuss options with them then." That would be best. The elders are not overly prideful, but they do have their pride. They will appreciate being consulted from the beginning. And it would be a singular honor to be given the chance to make the first hunt." You should have the honor of the first kill, Titan. But not the first hunt?" Andy asked."A wise distinction, Andy. Yes, having. . Do you know what only six strokes on your bare flesh feels like? It’s very painful. Yes ... try out six hard strokes sometime and you’ll get an idea of what I have to endure. I almost pleaded with her. How stupid of me. If I had, she probably would have given me some extras. “Head down the pan, bottom up high,” she ordered in that crisp tone of hers. I didn’t delay. Not so long ago I’d been in the same position to be fucked, now I am to be thrashed. I feel my nates clenching uncontrollably in.