MY MEAN BOSS
by Allene
I was lucky to get this job since I didn't have great grades in school in spite
of spankings by my parents for bad grades. They at least respected my modesty by
having me go to my room and putting on my pajamas before going back down to lean
over the back of the couch for my spanking. They just used a ping pong paddle
which wouldn't have been too bad if there hadn't been so many spanks. They based
it on my grades. "A" no spanks, "B"20 spanks "C" 30 spanks and "D" 40 spanks.
Unfortunately I usually got Cs and Ds so with five classes I always got more
than a hundred. By the time they finished I would be bawling like a baby and my
poor butt would be deep red and stinging,burning and throbbing all at once. When
done I was told to go to bed and the only thing that helped was rubbing my butt.
I often had to rub for an hour before it stopped hurting.
Anyway I got a job as a receptionist and felt proud when they thought I was
capable of dispensing the petty cash from a locked drawer in my desk.
The other girls teased me about my frumpy clothes but Mom had bought my clothes
with the long skirts and loose blouses. Even if I could have afforded to buy new
clothes I wouldn't have bought the slutty skirts they wore which came up to mid
thigh. Mine well below the knees were fine. Mom had told me it was important to
be modest and I saw it was true by the way men leered at the other girls but
treated me with respect.
The job did not pay very well so I was broke by payday in spite of skipping
lunches. I lost weight but I have a weird body. I only lost weight in my stomach
and my 36D boobs and 36 in butt looked huge next to the tiny waist.It
embarrassed me so much I covered up the bottom part of my mirror so I could only
see myself from the neck up.
Then disaster struck. My car broke down and I lived too far from a bus route to
get along without it. When the mechanic called me to tell me the repair bill I
realised I was a hundred dollars short of being able to pay it.
I decided to take a hundred from the petty cash drawer and pay it back by
payday. They never counted the money my boss would just put more in the drawer
when I told him it was running out.
Unfortunately I had to have a tooth filled and couldn't pay it back payday or
the next payday.
On Friday my boss told me to come to his office after work. I really hoped it
was to tell me I got a raise in pay since I was so broke.
He was sitting behind his big desk and waved me to a chair in front of him.When
I was seated he said, "You may not know this but every night before I go home I
check your petty cash to see if I need to stop at the bank to replenish it."
I knew I was in trouble and stammered, "Iii can explain."
"Shut up and let me finish."
I slumped and nodded.
"Two weeks ago I found you were short a hundred dollars in the accounting. I
gave you the benefit of doubt and assumed you had forgotten to document it but
it has been two weeks and you are still short so I can only assume you stole the
money. Don't come to work Monday I will call the police and tell them to arrest
you at home to save you some embarrassment. It is a shame even after you get out
of jail you will have a hard time getting a job with a prison record."
I cried, "Oh please don't do that. I'll pay you back. I'll pay double."
It is too late for that besides by having you arrested the insurance company
will pay the loss."
"Oh please! Can't I make up for it in some way. I'll do anything!"
"If you are offering sexual favors, forget it. You could be trying to trap me
and sue me for sexual harrassment."
"Oh no I wouldn't do that. I was thinking of you punishing me in another way. My
parents spanked me when I was bad. Could you be satisfied with that?"
He looked interested and said, "Maybe we could work something out. Describe your
parents spanking."
I blushed realizing I had never told anyone about being spanked even my best
friends but I had started this so I said, "On the day I was to be spanked I had
to go up to my room and put on my pajamas. When I came back down there would be
a dining room chair in the center of the room. I had to lean over the back and
hold on to the seat for the spanking."
"I see. What did they use to spank you."
"A ping pong paddle."
"Did that hurt?"
"Yes! I only had the thin pajamas and my panties to protect my bottom."
"How many spanks would you get?"
"Up to a hundred. My poor bottom would hurt until the next day."
"So you would be willing to take a hundred spanks to make up for the hundred
dollars?"
I thought that was really reasonable since stealing was much worse than bad
grades and said, "Oh yes if it will make you forgive me."
"From the clothes you wear and the fact your parents allowed you to be fully
covered in pajamas you are evidentally quite modest. Right?"
"Oh yes. I even waited to shower at home after gym classes."
"Well I am sure you agree that stealing is much worse than anything your parents
spanked you for doing so to make your spanking worse you will be completely nude
for it. Do you agree."
"Oh no. Please! I would die of embarrassment."
"No-one can die from embarrassment although it would add to your punishment both
by the humiliation and the sharper sting of spanks on nude skin. But it is your
choice. That or Jail."
It was an awful decision. I had never been nude in front of girls let alone a
mean old man but even that would be better than going to jail.
I whined, "If I have to. I will."
"Good but I will take no chances on being sued later.Look behind me and you will
see a security camera. I want you to look at it and say,'I am very sorry I stole
money from you and to make up for it I want to take a hundred spanks on my nude
body."
I understood. I had read about girls collecting huge amounts of money for sexual
harrassment although I saw nothing sexual about spanking. My voice kept breaking
so I had to repeat it several times before he was satisfied even adding "Please
spank me" at the end.
He said, "Follow me into the conference room and I blanched thinking it was going
to happen."
In the conference room he said,"It may surprise you to know that other girls
have preferred spanking to losing their job so I have gathered some instruments
for that purpose."
He opened a cabinet and started laying scary things on the table. A paddle about
the same as a ping pong paddle except it had a much longer handle and had holes
drilled in the paddle part,a long thin bamboo cane,a 36 inch really thick ruler,
an 18 inch long leather strap,and scariest of all a whip with five tightly
braided thongs like small ropes.
He allowed me to stare at them in fear for a moment and then said, the paddle,
cane and ruler is for fleshy parts like your butt and thighs. The strap and whip
may be used anywhere on your body."
I knew I would have to choose the paddle, cane, or ruler because I could not
conceive of being hit on places like my tummy or shocked at the thought of my
breasts or
crotch.
I whined,"It is an awful choice to make. All of them look as if they would hurt
a lot more than a ping pong paddle. I am sure I may faint before you finished a
hundred with any of them."
"Oh I agree. You would either faint or become so numb it would no longer hurt so
we will have five sessions of twenty spanks each. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday and Friday."
It would be a long terrible week but I thought it would only take seconds to
give me twenty spanks and said, "Yes. That would be better."
Good but since you are undecided on the instruments I would like to give you one
spank with each so you will know what they are like.Do you agree?"
"I guess I should know before I commit myself to twenty."
"Good. On bare skin. Do you agree?"
I was hoping to put off that ordeal but I knew it would have to be that way. I
gulped and said,"I guess it is the only way I will know. Will these count toward
the total?"
"No this is for your benefit so you will know what they will feel like."
"Oh that doesn't seem fair but okay."
"Fine but there should be no doubt this is your idea. Face the camera and say,'
May I please take off my clothes so you can hit me with each one so I will know
how they feel."
God. It seemed like the minute I agreed to one indignity it was followed by
another. I was so nervous it took three tries to get my speech right. When he
was satisfied I looked sincere he said, "Okay. You may disrobe."
I stalled taking things off slowly and folding them to put them on the table not
realizing my slow strip was good for him. When my blouse,skirt and slip was off
he said, "Jesus. You have a beautiful body. I assumed you would be fat."
That both pleased me and embarrassed me. Nobody had ever said I was beautiful
before but no-one had ever seen me so naked.
When I took off my bra he was again pleased saying, "Great your big breasts have
hardly any sag."
They didn't sag since they had been supported for years with my big bras. I just
nodded at the compliment and blushed.
He was not so pleased when I took off my panties saying,"Christ. That is the
hairiest crotch I have ever seen. Don't you ever trim it?"
I blushed and said,"No I thought it is the way nature intended."
"Fuck nature. This weekend you will trim it."
I had never touched my crotch except the quick washes in the shower. The idea of
standing in front of a mirror to trim the hair made me blush even deeper.
Then he had me bend over to grab the end of the table and made me say,"Please
hit me with the paddle."
I heard a "Whish" as the air went through the holes then the worst pain I had
ever experienced as it splatted against my butt cheek. It was much worse than
the ping pong paddle and tears came to my eyes with my shriek.
I rubbed my bun to lessen the sting then I had to say "Please hit me with the
cane."
He hit my other cheek with it and it was also horrible but different. It seemed
to cut into me deeply to make the pain go deeper causing another burst of tears"
I rubbed both cheeks then had to say "Please hit me with the ruler."
I looked at him and he held the long ruler in both hands like a baseball hitter
and brought it back behind his back. Then it was a blur followed by terrible
pain. He had hit across right at the crease where my bottom meets my thighs. It
must be an especially sensitive spot since that one hurt the most so far. It
caused me to dance and sob and rub all at the same time.
He let me calm a little then had me say ,"Please hit me with the strap."
He had me stand up facing the camera then stood beside me. He told me to tighten
my stomach muscles and I sucked in my tummy.
He hit across my tummy just above my pubic bone. It really stung and left an
angry red stripe but actually it was not as bad as the ruler. I had been able to
absorb that pain with just a gasp so he had me say,"Please hit me with the
whip."
He told me to put my hands behind me and to pull my elbows close together and
suck in my tummy. It made my breasts stick out and was cruel. I expected to be
hit again on my tummy but the whip came in a blur to snap into my breasts
flattening and jerking them causing pain to radiate all through my body. I
caressed my poor stinging and throbbing breasts with the angry red stripes not
caring that he was watching with great interest..
He allowed me to dress which returned my modesty but the bra irritated the
stripes especially the one across my nipples which had swollen to look like a
couple of little thumbs.
When I was dressed I wanted to leave but he said, "What wiil you do to prepare
yourself Monday?"
I remembered what he had said about my crotch hair and said softly, "I will trim
my crotch hair."
"It is not your crotch hair it is your cunt hair and I have changed my mind.
You will shave every hair off your cunt. I want you to look as if you were 4
years old. Say ,'I will shave every hair from my cunt. If I leave any I will
get another spank for each hair."
I recoiled at the term "cunt." as I had only heard the word as a very drogatory
term and the thought of being that naked appalled me.
I whined,"Can't I just cut it short with scissors?"
"No. Say, 'I will shave my cunt so you and the witnesses will see every inch of
my slutty cunt."
The word witness scared the hell out of me. I cried, "Witnesses! You didn't say
anything about anyone but you seeing my shame!"
"Oh it won't be many. Just my partner and some girls that were also spanked. Now
say it!"
I thought at least the other girls would feel sorry for me and with a sick
feeling I said ,"I will shave my cunt so you and everyone can see my slutty
cunt."
That finally satisfied him and he let me go home.
When I got home I could hardly wait to get the clothes off that wre irritating
my welts and filled the tub with soothing lukewarm water.
While I soaked I thought about my horrible experience and dwelled on the fact
the whole next week would be painful and degrading. I should have hated him but
I hated myself for stealing to make punishment inevitable by either him or the
court. Then I remembered reading about the jails being rampant with
homosexuality and that butch dykes raped other girls. That convinced me I had
made the right choice no matter how painful and degrading it may be.
Finally all the stinging sensations went away leaving only a throbbing
sensation in my breasts that was not unpleasant. I remembered about my crotch
hair and got a scissors and razor. I cut the hair as close as I could with the
scissors and then shaved it. I had never touched my vaginal area so much before.
In spite of myself I began to enjoy the feeling of my fingers holding my lips
tight while the razor glided over my skin. That made me feel guilty and when I
was done I whispered, "There you nasty cunt. Now they can all see you."
For the first time since I had moved into the apartment I removed the curtain
covering the full length mirror on the closet door and looked at myself. It was
amazing how naked the loss of the hair made me and I blushed although I was all
alone.
On Sunday I remembered about the penalty for any hair missed in shaving and
since it was so close to he ordeal I had caused I decided to punish myself by
pulling the few remaining hairs with my eyebrow plucker. It hurt and I made it
hurt more by slowly pulling on them until they ripped out. I even squateed over
a mirror to pull any I found around my anus in spite of the tears that came to
my eyes.
Although I never drank I decided a drink may help me stop dwelling on tomorrow
so I decided to go to the corner liquor store to buy a half-pint of whiskey. I
thought that since I now looked like a slut I would act like one and decided to
go to the store with no underwear. I didn't want anyone to know though so I put
on one of my heavy long wool skirts and a wool bulky knit sweater.
It turned out to be a wild experience. I had never gone without underwear before
and my naked legs and butt and breasts rubbing on the wool strangely excited me.
When I bought the whiskey I impulsively picked up a mans magazine blushing as I
told the clerk it was for my husband and when I got home I took off my clothes
and compared myself to the girls in the magazine
To my surprise my weird body seemed to be the ideal and all of them had shaved
pussies.I began to think that maybe I should be proud to show my body since the
girls in the magazine were probably paid big money to show themselves.
The whiskey didn't help much and I was not able to convince myself it was
alright to be naked in front of the people in the office. It did help me sleep
though and the next thing I heard was my alarm going off at six since he had
told me if I was late for work he would assume I had changed my mind and would
send the police for me.
Even though I took a long shower and spent extra time with my hair and makeup I
still got to the parking lot at 8:00 AM and had to wait dwelling on what was to
come. I still had not made up my mind on the instrument. From the marks on my
body it was obvious the strap and whip caused the least amount of damage but on
the other hand it would allow them to hit my most sensitive places. I decided to
wait until the last minute but thought I would probably go for the ruler or
maybe the cane.
Finally it was 8:30 AM and the doors were unlocked.
End part one. Do you like it so far. E-mail me if you want another chapter.
Loveya Allene
