Story: There's Always One

THERE'S ALWAYS ONE
by Tcheser

"Welcome volunteers to your first day of mandatory court ordered community service volunteerism," Tami the administrator and foreman said in her loud southern accented voice. "This shift lasts from 8 am to 5 pm with a lunch break and 2 rest breaks. My name is Tami and I'll be supervising, handling assignments and any questions you have. Do your work and we won't have any problems. And remember if you want credit for any of this shift you must be here for the entirety of the shift."

That said Tami then turned and motioned to the large dilapidated turn of the century Beaux-Arts building behind them. "Today we are restoring this publicly owned building to a useful state so it can be inhabited by disadvantaged persons. Please form an orderly line and step forward for your work assignments."

The "volunteers" then formed a line as Tami had told them to and one at a time they received their work assignments. It seemed to her that she had a good group today and things should move along well and then she met Vivien.

Unlike the other volunteers who had come that day ready to work in jeans and old sweatshirts, Vivien had come wearing a designer cocktail dress, and of all things stockings and high heels! With her elegantly styled golden blonde hair and tasteful jewelry she certainly looked nice, but her attire was totally unsuited for the work she was expected to do today. She was even talking on her cell phone as she approached.

There was always one in every group Tami thought. One person who can't get it through there thick skull that they are here for the duration, there's no way of getting out of it now, and they might as well just get on with it. These individuals always made things difficult and were a problem she seemed to face every day and clearly today Vivien was going to be the one. So already Tami already didn't like Vivien, and when the debutante opened her mouth, she just made it worse.


"Oh, hello there, Tami is it?" Vivien began in her clearly affected almost British sounding accent "My name is Vivien Langstrom, of the Founder's Hill Langstroms, anyway this community service is such a bore and I have a million things to attend to, do you think you could be a lamb and just sign my time sheet? I promise there are many better ways I can better serve the community and you in general if you catch my meaning, than doing manual labor."

"No," Tami replied through clenched teeth. "I can't do that. You'll actually have to put in the hours if you want your sheet signed. Now just let me find you an assignment." Then looking at her chart she looked for something this haughty little twit could possibly do without screwing up or potentially hurting herself or far worse someone else. Finally down at the bottom she found something. "You can help unload the truck and carry the supplies to the work site," she told Vivien who looked none too pleased by this at all.

"Unload the truck! What do I look like a pack horse?" Vivien inquired indignantly.

"No, Ms. Langstrom, you look like someone who is never going to get their time sheet signed, that's what you look like," Tami replied quickly losing her patience. "Now get going!"

Aghast at the way she was being treated, Vivien stomped away, intent on calling her father and telling him all about this. Before she got two steps away though Tami called to her "Hey wait up a sec," and when the spoiled heiress returned, the community service administrator reached out and took Vivien's expensive Couture purse from her.

"Hey that's mine! You can't just take my things like that!" Vivien complained.

"If you want your sheet signed you're going to have to learn that there is only one right way around here, and that's my way," Tami told her point blank. "Now get going before I lose my temper."

Vivien couldn't believe the way Tami was treating her, but stymied at least for the moment, she did as she was told and once again headed off toward the truck, only this time she found herself with no way to call Daddy as her cell phone had been in her purse.

Half an hour later Tami was making her rounds of the work site to make sure everything was going smoothly and that everyone was doing their jobs when she found that Vivien was, no surprise, not doing her job. Rather she found Vivien sitting on the truck's bumper doing nothing in particular besides humming to herself while two young Latinas who were caught shoplifting unloaded the truck.

Instead of asking Vivien what was going on, Tami asked the Latinas. "What's going on here? Why isn't she working?" she asked jerking her thumb toward Vivien.

They told her that Vivien had promised one of them her bracelet and the other her necklace if they did Vivien's share of the work for her.

Seething Tami turned around and then confronted Vivien about this "Is this true?" she asked the arrogant little miss.

"Yes, that's the truth," Vivien admitted. "And I really don't see what the problem is as long as the work gets done by someone. It's like outsourcing."

Tami just shook her head and rubbed her temples. Why did it have to be her that got stuck with Vivien today? Then regaining her composure she held out her hand "Take off all your jewelry and give it to me right now," she ordered her and seeing how angry Tami appeared to be, Vivien did as she was told, with only minimal fussing. Tami then separated out the bracelet and necklace that Vivien had promised the Latinas, gave these to them for their efforts, and pocketed the rest. "You'll get the rest back at the end of the day," she told Vivien "Now follow me, your next assignment is this way," and then led a rather shocked Vivien away from the truck and her expensively purchased leisure time.

Next they went inside the building itself to where other volunteers were doing some much needed demolition. She handed Vivien an old bucket. "Okay, now go along behind the others and pick up all the old nails and wood and take them to the dumpster."

Looking around at the dirty floor and the dust Vivien looked panicked "But I can't," she pleaded, "I'll get filthy and I'm wearing silk!"

Tami considered telling Vivien that she was shit out of luck, but then a wicked idea, came to mind. "Okay, come with me," she said and then led Vivien back outside and over to her car. She popped the trunk and from it she handed the rich pest a bundle of clothes. Vivien looked quite unimpressed by the things she was given and even wrinkled her nose in disgust, but when Tami said, "It's that or ruin your pretty clothes," Vivien went and got changed.

When the troublemaker returned she looked much different. In the old pink tank top, daisy dukes and grungy sneakers Vivien looked less like a Founder's Hill princess and more like the naughty irresponsible speeder who ran a red light and collided with a fire hydrant that she in fact was. This pleased Tami and she hoped this bit of humiliation would finally put her in her place.

Unfortunately it didn't. Not fifteen minutes later she was back dealing with another Vivien created problem. According to another worker Vivien had somehow managed to get not one, but two strapping young men to do her work with promises of sharing her charms with them. When one found out about the other they came to blows and some others had to literally drop what they were doing to break it up. The fight had cost her two workers, who she dismissed for the day, and probably created two hours of paperwork for her. When she learned Vivien was the cause she had finally had enough and lost it.

"That's it! I don't care if I get fired," she said grabbing the still smiling little minx by the hand, who up to then had been basking in the spotlight of having two guys fight over her and the chaos she had caused, sat down on workbench and turned her over her knee right in front of everyone.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Vivien demanded.

"I'm doing what someone should have done long ago," Tami replied "I'm going to tan your hide until you learn that you aren't better than anyone else around here and show me some damn respect!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Vivien screamed and tried to right herself but found very quickly that it was useless; Tami had made up her mind and long hours doing building restoration had made her as strong as a mule.

"You've had this coming since the moment you arrived," Tami told her as she pinned the girl's long legs and began spanking her denim covered rear with her sandpaper hard hand.

"Owww!" Vivien squealed as Tami's hand repeatedly impacted with her virgin, never before spanked, bottom. "My daddy would never stand for this. He'll have your head for this!"

"Maybe so, but your daddy ain't here right now, and I am," Tami smiled and stepped up the frequency of her swats brining all new outrage and pain from her subject.

"Owww! Stop it!" Vivien fumed and struggled against Tami's iron grip as her bottom began to grow increasingly painful. Despite their grungy appearance she was thankful for the protection afforded her by her shorts.

Perhaps thinking the same thing Tami then decided it was time to take Vivien's shorts down. Pausing for a moment she unbuttoned them and began pulling them down which made Vivien even madder than she had been "Don't you fucking dare! You leave those right where they are!" she cursed and tried to hold onto them with her one free hand, but it did so little good, she might have saved herself the effort. Tami not only succeeded in pulling the cut offs down, but for fighting her she took down the brat's silky panties as well exposing her already reddening apple of a bottom for all to see. Then Tami laid into this haughty little round bottom with a vengeance.

"Stop it, low class fucking bitch, stop it!" Vivien screamed. Never before having had a bare bottom spanking she kicked and fought like a wildcat to avoid the hard blows, but it was all for naught, Tami was far too strong. She held Vivien in place easily and with the force of her hand made her see the error of her ways. Tami berated her for her lack of common sense, her shameful dearth of respect for others not to mention for herself and for just generally being an annoying disruptive brat.

This went on for some time with everyone still watching and Tami repositioning herself several times so she could alternate hands. Before long Vivien's poor bottom was a mass of burning pain the same color as the sporty little red convertible she received for her last birthday and she didn't think she could take any more. Having spent most of her energy fighting her depantsing and initial spanking however she had little left to resist this ordeal and soon could do nothing but break down crying and plead for Tami to stop. Seeing that Vivien had finally broken, Tami slowed down her furious assault on her rear for a moment and alternated cheeks "Do you have anything to say, Vivien?" she inquired like a school teacher who has caught a child red handed.

Normally given an opportunity like this Vivien would have blasted Tami with a threat or a slur about how she was poor or ill bred, but she was in such pain and shock all she could think about was how sorry she was for all this. Then before she even knew it was happening she found herself actually apologizing to someone, "I'm so sorry!" she said. "I don't know why I acted that way. I know I'm not better than any of you. I'm just so used to getting what I want. I'll work harder! I want to work harder!"

Hearing this Tami finally released the girl. The formerly arrogant heiress was totally spent though. She laid like a rag doll over Tami's lap her tear stained face nearly as red as her bottom, her nose dribbling snot, and all pretense at superiority long gone. Still crying and hiccupping she begged Tami to forgive her behavior and promised she would do everything she was told from now on. Tami helped her up, tied her long now rather disheveled golden blonde hair into pigtails to keep it out of her way, and looked her over. She would be okay now she thought no trouble at all, and divested of her fancy possessions, her clothes, and now any airs, Tami was rather certain Vivien would no longer be a problem.