MY MEAN BOSS 3
I woke up the next morning to find my butt was no longer hurting although there
was some throbbing. I got up and went to the mirror to look at it hoping I was
well. The girl was right my butt was covered with bruises making it obvious I
would have to choose an instrument that was not confined to my butt also the
thought of another spanking by my boss with that terrible paddle was
frightening.
I put on another skirt hoping it would not be as scratchy but it wasn't then I
put on a loose sweater so being bra-less was not so obvious. looking in the
mirror proved it was right because there was no bump in the material from my
nipples.However, when I walked to my car I found that the sweater caused even
more sensation to my nipples and try as I might I could not keep my hips from
swaying to stop the scratching on my butt.
I planned to pull up my skirt before I got in my car but there was a man
standing by my car so I didn't have a chance and then I was in traffic so had no
chance to do it on the way. By the time I got to work I was super aware of my
butt and nipples which only increased going down the stairs.
At work it took all my nerve to face the smirks of my co-workers but thankfully
they just nodded at me and continued their conversation.
A little later Mary, the tall blonde, came out and stopped by my desk to say, "I
noticed you are fidgiting in your chair.Are your buns still sore"
"Yes but the main problem is this damn wool skirt rubbing on my buns."
" I'll bet. You really screwed up choosing the paddle. The holes in it make
little blood blisters that take a long time to heal. You would have been better
off with anything else."
"Yes but I owed the spanking to the boss and he said the paddle was his to use.
Besides I was afraid of the other things because they could be used on my
breasts and I found they were real sensitive."
"Yeah I suppose because of that all the instruments are about the same. The
reason I am talking to you is that we girls think that with a makeover you could
be pretty. The boss agrees and I am getting my portable sewing machine at noon
to fix your clothes while Debbie and Joan do your hair and makeup.Be at his
office at 1PM."
I had seen makeovers on TV and thought that may be nice as long as they didn't
use too much makeup to make me look like a prostitute. I had found a light
colored lipstick was sufficient.
When I went in it was not just the girls. My boss and his partner were standing
there with big grins on their faces.Debbie and Joan were the other two witnesses
so all the people who had enjoyed my punishment were there.
Mary had me stand straight in the center of the room with my hands behind my
back then she unsnapped my skirt and pulled the zipper part way down so she
could slide my skirt down until the waistline was barely above my butt crack and
nearly to my pubic bone. Then as I blushed she ran her hand down he front of the
skirt to feel the bottom of my crotch. Now knowing just where my slit coud be
seen she took a piece of chalk and marked a new hem line about six inches below
the bottom of my crotch.
Then she used the chalk to make a Vee from my shoulders to just below my
breasts. Then she drew another line from my shoulders under my armpits and then
back to my shoulders. Finally she made a horizontal line a few inches below my
breasts.
She stepped aside and said to my Boss, "What do you think?"
He grinned and said, "That should be fine."
Mary said, "Okay take them off and I'll sew them up While Debbie and Joan do
you."
I whined to the boss,"Would you men please leave?"
He just grinned and said, "No chance.I want to see the transformation."
I knew argument was futile so removed my clothes blushing clear to my tummy.
Debbie led me to an armchair and started taking down my hair.I had always worn
it in a bun behind my head since it was easy to do and kept my fine hair from
blowing in the wind.
When it was done Debbie said,"God.It hangs clear to your waist. How long has it
been growing?"
"All my life except for trimming on the ends.Why?"
"It hides your whole back. We don't want that do we Boss?"
"No, Cut it shoulder length with a curl on the ends."
I felt bad about that since it had taken my whole life to grow it that long but
then I thought it had taken my whole life to grow my crotch hair and at least
they weren't going to shave my head.
While Debbie cut my hair Joan put on my makeup including curling my eyelashes
and plucking my eyebrows which I had never bothered doing.
She put the pluckers in her mouth and suddenly lifted my legs to put them on the
arm rests of the chair. I blushed in shame knowing that exposed my vagina clear
to my anus to the delighted grins of my Boss and his partner.
Then she ran her fingers over my vagina and pulled any hairs she found. It hurt
more than when I had done it because I had jerked them out while she pulled them
slowly grinning at my whimpers and gasps of pain.
Finally it was over and they told me to look at myself in the mirror on the
wall.I was relieved to see the make-up did not make me look like a whore but
more like a model and I had to admit the hair-style was much more becoming than
my severe bun.
My boss confirmed it by saying,"It is amazing what a litttle make-up and a hair
style will do.She is lovely."
I blushed but enjoyed the compliment.
Mary had finished with my clothes and held the waistband open for me to step
into then slid it up my legs. All it amounted to was two square strips of
material held together with elastic bands like a ladder at the sides of my hips.
I blushed knowing it would be obvius to anyone that I was not wearing panties
and worse the elastic only came down to the bottom of my butt so the material
could provide flashes of my butt and even my vagina if I took any big steps.
She put on my sweater and now it fit skin tight and the vee neckline showed all
my cleavage nearly to my nipples and the missing sleeves with the cutout under
my armpits showed the sides of my breasts to prove I was not wearing a bra.My
midriff was bare to the top of the skirt but I consoled my self by knowing rock
singers were just as bare.
I whined,"I can't let anyone see me like this!"
My boss frowned and said,"You can and you will.This is what you wil wear for the
rest of the week unless the girls come up with a better idea."
I went out to my desk and prayed no-one would come in the door which was a
pssibility since most of our work was done on the telephone, letters,or e-mail.
The UPS guy came in about four PM to pick up and deliver. Always before he had
just dropped a package on my desk and impatiently waited for me to sign for it.
This time he hung around watching intently as I bent over to sign and talking
about the weather. Just before he left he said,"You are beautiful. What happened
to the homely girl who had your job."
I blushed and said,"She quit."
I liked the compliment and it seemed better to be a new person rather than have
him recognise me.
Five oclock came and I sat there nervously as employees who weren't witnesses
left blushing as some of them said on their way out that I looked beautiful.
The boss came out and locked the door then waved for me to follow him.
I followed him meekly to see my audience awaiting eagerly in the familiar
chairs. I stood there nervously until My boss said,"Mary. Mark her exposed areas
with a lipstick. We don't want marks that will be visible."
She lifted my skirt slightly then marked all around my legs then lifted my
sweater to mark the top of my tummy and my back.
It frightened me that it would leave a small area to hit me and also that she
had marked my front as well as my back.
I knew I did not want the paddle again or things that could be used on my front
so I chose the ruler.
The Boss told me to pick it up and take it to his partner.I was surprised that
it weighed more than I suspected. Doing that seemed to make it look as if I
wanted it. Then I bent over the chair but he said,"No. Stand on the chair with
your hands on your head."
I liked that idea as it allowed me to keep my legs together.
When I was in position he hit across the back of my thighs and slowly worked up
higher. It stung awful but certainly not as bad as the paddle until the last one
at the crease beween my butt and thighs that made me yelp.
Then he had me turn around and took the same path on the front of my
thighs.Thankfully my hip bones protected my vaginal area but the one on my pubic
bone was so awful I shrieked.
Thankfully that was the last one and this time instead of standing against the
wall I had to turn slowly in front of each of them as they felt the welts.
After all of them had a chance to comment on the heat and size of the welts I
was allowed to dress and go home.
I was so unlucky! there were a couple of men on the sidewalk who stared at me
and I had to insist that another man go in front of me on the stairs since I
knew from behind he would see everything. From then on I brought a raincoat to
work with me so I could wear it to my car and to my apartment.
At home I took off the skirt that had been torturing me all the way home and
looked in the mirror. I was pleased to see the ruler had not marked me nearly as
bad as the padddle and after a long soak in the tub the stinging was gone.
The experience had exhausted me and I slept like a baby until the alarm went
off.
End part 3
