MY MEAN BOSS 2
I went in and sat at my desk thinking the seat may not be as comfortable the
next day.
My Boss came in about 8:15 and told me to follow him to his office.
At his office he did not tell me to sit down so I nervously stood in front of
him.
He said,"Obviously you have decided to accept your punishment."
I hung my head and said softly," Yes. I thought about it all weekend and decided
I should be punished and degraded.If it hurts bad I deserve it."
"Good girl."
That seemed to be his favorite thing to say when I agreed to pain and
humiliation.Weirdly I wanted that approval.
"Did you do as I asked?"
"Oh you mean shaving my crotch? Yes I did."
"Come here. I want to see if you earned any penalties.Pull your skirt up to your
waist."
I blushed as I had hoped showing myself could be put off as long as possible but
lifted my skirt. He pulled my panties down to my ankles then knelt in front of
me to stare at my pussy to my mortification.
Looking was not good enough he began feeling it with his fingers saying, "Touch
is sometimes better than sight to find stray hairs."
I blushed in shame. He was rubbing and touching and opening my lips even more
than I had shaving it. But the worst thing is it began to excite me. He looked
up at me and grinned saying,"You are not the prude you pretend you are. Your
pussy is wet."
I whined. "I can't help it. My mind is appalled at what you are doing but my
body likes it."
"Whatever, I am just glad to see you are not frigid. You may return to work. Oh
by the way have you picked your first instrument?"
"No I thought I would wait until the last minute. The paddle is awful but I am
afraid of where the strap may hit me."
"Yes. It is planned that way the buttocks can take a lot of punishment while the
strap will not cause any inner damage when used on your stomach, breasts or as
you like to say crotch although it makes a lot of sting."
"My crotch! My God! I had never thought about being hit there. That would be
awful!"
"Actually the girls that were hit there tell me it is no worse than the stomach
as long as the lips are allowed to protect the clitoris and tender inner lips."
That made sense to me since the stomach and crotch had the same skin but the
thought still made me cringe and I decided I would choose only the paddle or
ruler.
I went back to my desk barely able to concentrate on my work. Time dragged since
I spent most of the time watching the clock tick off seconds till the dreaded
five PM. As I watched it I thouht that if I was hit once a second it would all
be over in twenty seconds. Even twenty seconds seems like a long time when you
watch them ticked off one by one but I thought I could take almost anything for
twenty seconds and of course I deserved all the pain he could give me.
I skipped lunch since I had no appetite and just walked out on the street
wondering what people I saw would think if they knew I would soon be naked and
beaten.
All afternoon I thought about all the things I could have done rather than
steal. I ould have worked out a payment plan with the mechanic, I could have
borrowed the money from my parents, I may have been able to get an advance on my
salary,or I may have been able to borrow the money from my boss but I took the
easy way out.
By the time five oclock came I had totally convinced myself I deserved the
punishment and actually was getting a deal because I really deserved twice as
many spanks.
My boss came to me shortly before five and told me to follow him to is office. I
went willingly anxious to get this over with.
At his office he said,"Are you sure you want this punishment rather than what a
court may think is apropriate?"
The blinking red eye on the camera let me know he was just providing more proof
this was my idea but I didn't care and made him happy by saying,"Yes. I deserve
being punished severely. I hope it hurts a lot."
He took me to the conference room and I saw the table had been pushed to the
wall and a straight chair was placed in the center of the room in front of a
half circle of other chairs. Girls from our office and his partner started
coming in to seat themselves.
The girls seemed nervous and excited but his partner stared at me with a look of
pure lust. I didn't know if the chair was there to be familiar to my parents
spankings or not but the avid audience made that similarity remote.
He told me to take of all my clothes emphasizing "All" so I started with my
shoes and knee high stockings, then my blouse, skirt and full slip. The girs
were cruel laughing and saying,"Check out those Granny panties. I didn't think
anyone under seventy wore those." Another laughed and said, "Yeah and look at
the industrial strength bra. I think it is made out of canvas."
I was hurt and thought about saying, "At least they are not slutty like the
underthings you probably wear." but I thought better of it hoping they may be
sympathetic toward me.
When I took off the bra and panties though I got some satisfaction as one
said,"That is a great body. In spite of all my years in the gym I don't look
that good." Another said, "Yeah. Awesome." My bosses partner said,"I had no idea
she had that wonderful body. The clothes she wore made me think she was fat."
I understood that since my big boobs held the blouse out to make room for a big
belly if I had one. The admiration did not make me feel any less naked since I
was standing in front of five near strangers since none of them were my friends.
I stood there with my hands at my side and my head down in shame blushing like
crazy. The weird thing was no-one commented on my shaved pussy making me think
they were also shaved.
I found out my ordeal would not be over in twenty seconds when my Boss said, "We
all have our favorite instruments. Mine is the paddle. When you choose the
instrument the person familiar with it will give you five spanks and then a rest
for the next set of five."
I groaned realizing I would be naked much longer than I had hoped and also
unlike my parents spanking I would not get a chance to become numb.
Since my crime was against my boss I gulped and said,"Please use the paddle."
He led me over to the chair and I leaned over to grasp the seat.he told me to
open my legs to brace myself.
I heard the "Whirr" then my left butt cheek exploded in pain making me jerk to
make my big boobs jump and sway.He let the pain radiate then hit my right cheek
which hurt just as bad and my jerk and sway was joined by a little dance as I
shifted from leg to leg trying to ease the pain by flexing my butt muscles.Again
he waited for the pain to radiate all though my lower body before the next on my
left cheek then my right and a final terrible one low down on my butt.
As I leaned there crying he told my audience to check his work. They came to me
and created massive mortification by feeling my cheeks to comment on the heat
and the beautiful red marks. I could hardly believe the cruelty of one girl who
said, "She has tough skin.I think you can hit harder."
He did hit harder for the next five and the ten following until I was crying
hysterically and someone said, "Oh wow. Her ass is going to be just one big
bruise tomorrow."
I was sobbing so hard I got hiccups. Instead of feeling sorry for me someone
said, "This is great! All that sobbing makes her tits dance."
Even then it was not over. He had me stand against the wall with my hands and
legs open like a big X to be displayed while I thought about my crime.
I stood there for what seemed like forever while people poked and prodded my
sore buns then he said,"I think you should thank me for letting you off so
easy."
I moaned, "Yes. Thank you sir." and I meant it knowing I could have been hit
even harder with the leverage the long handle of the paddle provided.
When everyone had a chance to feel and poke my sore buns I was told I could
dress. When I reached for my panties my boss said, "We all hate your
underwear.From now on you will wear no underwear. No bra,no panties, no slip.
Just a skirt and a top."
I moaned knowing my big boobs would sway when I walked to make it obvious I was
naked underneath. My Mom had only bought me wool skirts since they would last
forever. When I put it on the fibres of the wool stuck my sore butt lie a
million little needles and any movement dragged the needle against my inflamed
skin to make me whimper.
When I put on the blouse I found my nipples were super sensitive and movement
made the blouse rub on them. When I walked I discovered for the first time that
my hips swayed as I moved causing the little needles to scrape n my poor
cheeks.I found it was more pronounced on stair and our cheap boss had our
parking lot on the top floor of the parking garage to save money. By the time I
got to my car it felt like my butt had beeen sandpapered to make it even more
sensitive. I also found the stairs made my boobs rub on the blouse to make my
nipples hard to increase the sensation.
When I sat down in my car the needle really dug in to make me gasp and raise up.
there was no-one around so I got out and pulled my skirt up o my waist to sit on
the smooth vinyl seat. It was cool and felt much better and as I drove it warmed
to feel very sensual. Each bump made my boobs move to keep my nipples hard and
soo sensitive.
When I got home I took off my clothes and backed up to the mirror. I gasped as I
saw my whole butt was a reddish purple color which explained the throbbing. I
must have rubbed it with cold cream for an hour before it felt good enough for
me to go to sleep. Just before I went to bed I leaned over with my legs open to
see what the audience had seen. I gasped and blushed as I saw for the first time
that position made my pussy even more visible than a front view.
I finally got to sleep by lying on my tummy with no covers to rub on my sore
ass.
end part two.
