Date: Mon, 9 May 2011 19:19:46 -0400 (EDT)
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: My Mean Boss

My Mean Boss (M/F, F/F, D/s, BDSM, Humiliation) by  Allene
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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 realized 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 harassment."
"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 evidentially 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 harassment 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 will 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
derogatory 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  were
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
squatted 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.

MY MEAN BOSS 2
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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 thought 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 could 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 o'clock  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  appropriate?"
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
girls 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 fibers 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 been 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 so 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.

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 fidgeting 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 could 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 little 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 obvious 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 will
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
 possibility 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 recognize me.
Five o'clock 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 between 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 paddle 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.

MY MEAN BOSS 4
===============
The next morning I got up to look in  the mirror noting how I was getting
used to being nude. I was glad to see that  the marks were not bad with just
bruises where the edges of the ruler had dug  in. I decided I would pick the
ruler again since it was better and also his  partner was not as mean. I
was relieved since it seemed the punishment was  getting less rather than more.
I started to put on the hated sweater and  skirt but then I thought there
was no need to suffer until I had to. I decided  to put on a raincoat and
wait until I was alone in the parking lot to slip them  on.
I no sooner pulled into my space when Debbie pulled in beside me. She  came
over and said," I see you are hiding yourself with that raincoat. The Boss
won't like that, you had better take it off now."
I whined," I can't. I am  naked under it."
"That is your fault. You had better put on the outfit before  someone else
comes by."
I was able to keep from exposing myself by sliding  the skirt up under the
coat but I had to take the coat off to put on the  sweater. She grinned at
my gasp as the sweater slid over my nipples.
I  whined," You won't tell anyone will you?"
"Maybe not. Let's go  inside."
She teased me on the way by rubbing my skirt on my butt or the  sweater on
my nipples enjoying my little gasps as the needles dragged on my  sensitive
skin.
When we got inside she told me to follow her into the  bathroom. When the
door closed she said, "You know the Boss would really be  pissed off if I
told him you had cheated with the raincoat don't you? The whole  idea of the
outfit was to embarrass you and cause irritation."
"Yes. Please  don't tell him."
"I might not if you give me some kisses."
I remembered  how my parents had been shocked and disgusted when they
showed a gay pride  parade on TV and said," I can't do that. I am not a lesbian."
"Me either but  I still like a good kiss from anyone. But if you don't want
to I guess I will  have to tell him."
I whined," I'll do it." and gave her a peck on her  lips.
"Not there silly. Here."
She lifted her skirt to show a shaved  vagina like mine. I gagged at the
thought and whined," Please No."
"Okay but  God knows what the boss may do when I tell him."
"No! You promise not to tell  him?"
"Maybe. It depends on how well you do. Now get on your knees and do  it."
I felt totally degraded but got on my knees and kissed her crotch as far
from the slit as I could get noting that at least she did not smell bad."
She  said," Not there. On the slit."
I groaned but gave her a little kiss there  dying of mortification.
She said," Better. Now do it again."
As she said  that she put her hands by her vagina and pulled the lips open
to show the wet  inner lips. I gagged again but when she said impatiently,"
Do it!"
I kissed  her there feeling the moist lips against my lips to make me gag
again.
She  said, "Better. Now stick out your tongue and lick it."
I did it although my  stomach was churning but even that was not enough,
she made me lick the whole  length of her gaping vagina and on her clitoris
until my cheeks were wet with  her juices.
Thankfully she said, "Oh wow that is enough. Any more and I will  cum and
not be able to work."
She left and I washed my face until it felt raw  and rinsed my mouth a
dozen times but I could still taste her. Even though it  was not a bad taste it
reminded me of how low I had become.
When I went to my  desk she came out of the boss's office. I said in alarm,"
 You didn't tell him  did you?"
"Yeah I did. I thought about it and it was more important to see  you
suffer more."
I hung my head feeling this terrible feeling of betrayal. I  couldn't
understand how she could be so mean after what I had done for  her.
In a few minutes my Boss came out of his office and beckoned me. I went  in
fear wondering how many more spanks would be added to my punishment.
He  closed the door after me and said," I understand you tried to avoid the
little  irritation of your sweater and skirt. Is that true?"
"Yes but it is more than  a little irritation. The scratching on my
sensitive skin drives me  crazy."
"You will find that your skin may be irritated much more. Sit on the  edge
of my desk, open your legs and lift your skirt to your waist."
I did it  in fear that he may spank my vagina but he scooped some little
paper clamps out  of his drawer. He pulled my slit open and clamped one on the
lip. I gasped and  tears came to my eyes at the terrible pinch. He didn't
care he added three more  then four on the other lip so my whole vagina hurt
terribly.  Then he  lifted my sweater and put one on each nipple which was
even worse.
Tears  gushed from my eyes as I begged him to take them off but he said,"
You must  learn to follow orders. You may come to my office at your ten o'
clock break and  I will remove them. That will give you an hour to remind
yourself that you are  never to ignore an order again."
I went back to my desk with my legs slightly  open since my thighs would
drag on the clamps. Pain was radiating all through my  front and I hoped I
would get numb but I didn't. The pain just changed from a  sharp bite to an
agonizing ache. Time goes very slowly when you are in pain and  I guess I made
it worse by constantly watching the clock.
The Boss started  out the door and I asked him how long he would be gone
but he wouldn't tell me  just saying," I don't know. I just have to do a
little shopping."
I was  hoping to know how long he would be gone so I could take off the
clamps for a  while but now I couldn't.
I had to get a file for Mary and just walking that  short distance to the
filing cabinets made me make little groans as the clamps  dragged against my
sweater and skirt.
Debbie noticed the agonized expression  on my face and said," You look like
you are hurting. What did he do to  you?"
"He put paper clamps on my vagina and nipples. It hurts awfully. You
should be ashamed for telling on me."
Rather than apologies she just yelled,  "Mary, Joan. Follow us to the
bathroom you have to see this."
She took my  hand and led me to the bathroom with the other girls quickly
catching up with  us.
When inside she lifted my skirt as I blushed in embarrassment then said,"
Wow.
They are really digging in. I didn't know the springs were that  strong."
"Yes. They hurt awfully."
She lifted my sweater and said," Wow  they have totally flattened your
nipples."
Then she hit one with her finger  to make it jump.
I yelled, "Oww. Don't touch them. That makes them hurt more!  It hurts just
to walk and have the fabric catch on them."
She just grinned  and said," I'll bet it does."
They let me go back to my desk but from then  until ten they had me running
errands for them especially where I would have to  stretch up to high
cabinets or bend over to low ones until every clamp hurt and  throbbed.
Finally it was ten and I knocked timidly on the Boss's door for  entrance.
When I was in he said," I suppose you are here to have me remove  the
clamps."
"Oh yes please Sir. I promise I will never cheat or disobey you  again."
"We will see but I think I will have you suffer another ten minutes.  Do
you agree you owe me that?"
I had suffered for over an hour so ten more  minutes did not seem so bad if
it made him forgive me and after all I deserved  it for trying to cheat.
"Yes I owe you that."
"Good. Take off the sweater  and skirt and stand against the wall facing me
with your legs open."
I didn't  mind that. I was sure I would have to take them off for him to
remove the hated  clamps and it was actually a relief to get rid of the
scratchy things.
When I  was naked and had opened my legs far enough to please him he picked
up a box and  put it on the chair beside me. that is when I saw what he had
shopped for and  what he had been doing since he returned.
The box was full of four ounce fish  weights with fish hooks tied to them.
He picked one up and I shuddered at the  thought he was going to put the
hook in my skin but what he did may have been  worse. He put the hook in the
clamp on my nipple then dropped it. I made a  little scream as the clamp
seemed to tighten even more making it hurt as much or  more than when it was put
on. He kept hooking them on every clamp until all he  original pain came
back plus more.
I stood as still as possible although I  could not stop my breasts from
heaving from my sobs He came up with more  torture. He told me to get up on my
toes and walk around the room. The tears in  my eyes blinding me and the
pain made me so uncoordinated I stumbled several  time creating even more pain
as the weights jerked.
When he finally told me  to stop and lie on my back on his desk the relief
of the weights no longer  pulling was so great I said, "Oh thank you."
ignoring the fact that I would not  have needed that relief if he had not put on
the weights.
He began to take  them off and blood rushing back to my tortured nipples
and vagina caused a new  pain that again made me sob.
When they were off he began rubbing the deep  indentations they had left
and it felt so good it didn't even occur to me that  he was rubbing places I
had not allowed boyfriends to do with all my clothes  on.
Then he did something incredible. He began kissing and sucking on my
nipples as he rubbed my vagina then rubbed my nipples with his hands as he
kissed and licked my vagina. A feeling of indescribable ecstasy raced through my
body followed by a great feeling of release I later found out was an
orgasm.
He stepped back and said," You are incredibly responsive."
"Oh  that was wonderful. I have never had a feeling like that before."
"Well  sometime we will have to make new discoveries but right now I have
to get to an  appointment and I want to be back in time for your punishment
session."
With  everything that had happened I had completely forgotten that I still
faced that.  I whined, "Haven't I suffered enough today?"
"What happened today so far has  nothing to do with the completion of the
punishment you agreed to suffer. This  was just an extra punishment for
cheating.
Incidentally don't blame me for  what happens later. I will just be a
witness."
He left and I put on my  scratchy clothing and went to my desk. I was
surprised to see it was nearly  noon. Time had flown while he was soothing my
hurts.
Mary took me to the  bathroom and lifted my skirt to say in amazement," You
have incredible skin. All  the indentations are gone with only tiny
bruises."
I knew I was well thanks  to the Boss's rubbing, licking and sucking but I
didn't tell her and just agreed  I seemed to have good healing powers.
She said," Good. You may need them  after this session."
I ignored her knowing I would choose the ruler which had  caused little
damage and returned to my desk remembering the incredible feeling  of his lips
and tongue on my vagina. It was all I could do to keep my hands away  from
my crotch.
I must have daydreamed a lot because I was surprised when  Mary came over
to me to say," It is time to go."
All I wanted to do was get  it over with so I could go home to masturbate
so as soon as I was in the door I  stripped off the skirt and sweater and
went over to pick up the ruler.
The  boss said," No. You have had the ruler and paddle. You must choose
another  instrument."
I was shocked I had not even considered anything else and went  over to the
tale to pick up the cane, then the strap, then the whip. The cane  seemed
light and I remembered it had been used on my butt so I picked it up and
said," Whose is this."
Debbie raised her hand with a big smile and I took it  to her then bent
over the chair.
She said," No chair. I have something  special planned for you. Get on the
conference table on your hands and  knees."
I did and she came over to me carrying a sack. She took three scrub
brushes out of the sack and arranged them below my breasts crosswise with the
third lengthwise below my crotch.
She told me to lie down on them and I let  myself down as gently as
possible feeling the stiff straw dig into my nipples  and breasts and the whole
length of my vagina. Just lying on them would have  been punishment enough but
that was just the start. She had me open my legs  driving the needles deeper
into my vagina then got between my legs. I felt a  terribly sharp pain at
the outer edge of my buttcheek from the tip and down my  thigh with the
length of the cane.  It made me yelp and convulse causing  more pain to my
breasts and vagina. She kept on moving from the outer edges of  my buttcheeks
toward the center which hurt so much I hardly noticed the needles  digging in to
my breasts and crotch. She spaced them closely together but even  then she
was hitting between my cheeks towards the end then she said," This is  the
last one. You know where it is going."
I knew and sobbed," No!" but the  cane came down with the tip hitting my
tailbone and the rest hitting my anus and  into my vagina to cause a blood
curdling scream of agony.
I laid on the  brushes sobbing and squirming until she said. "It is over.
You may get up  now."
I got back up on my knees to get my breath before getting down and then
went to look in the mirror thinking I must be bleeding since my perspiration
was  rolling off me.
My breasts and crotch looked as if I had been attacked by a  million
mosquitoes but there was no blood. Debbie showed her first bit of  compassion by
saying," I think we should let her wear her raincoat home. She has  suffered
enough and the marks will show under her skirt."
My Boss agreed and  I thanked them for the relative comfort of the coat
rather than the skirt and  sweater.
When I got home I backed up to the mirror to count nineteen nasty  red
welts from the top of my butt to half-way down my thighs. Then pulled my
buttchheks open to see the final one which left a welt on my anus and to the
tender inner lips of my vagina.
I went to bed and began rubbing my breasts  and vagina until the good
feeling overcame the pain thinking at least I had  learned how to combat the pain.

MY MEAN BOSS 5
===============
I woke up lying on my stomach for good  reason. When I sat up I winced as I
felt pain in my butt and thighs.
I got up  to look in the mirror and counted 19 reddish purple lines running
from the top  of my butt down my thighs with the center ones running inside
the crack and down  the inner thighs. The whole area felt raw.
I caressed the lines with some  hydrocortisone salve but it didn't seem to
help much and I knew the wool skirt  would be horrendous but I reminded
myself that I had caused this punishment and  would just have to live with it.
The good news was I only had two more days to  suffer.
I put on the sweater noting that the scratching on my nipples seemed  more
exciting now than painful then put on the skirt. The lines showed below the
short skirt so I put on my raincoat to hide them.
The walk to my car made me  wince as the skirt rubbed on my welts but
sitting on the seat made me gasp as  needles seemed to dig into my raw thighs.
At the office I took off the  raincoat to show everyone that I was wearing
the hated outfit. Debbie, Joan and  Mary had me go to the bathroom so they
could study and probe my welts enjoying  my little gasps of pain.
Mary said," Wow. The cane really leaves dandy  welts."
I said angrily," I would hardly call them dandy. They still hurt even
though they had all night to heal."
Mary said," Well no matter if you choose  me or Joan we won't hit you on
the welts. Right Joan?"
"Right. That may make  them bleed."
"Really? Thank you for that. I have been living in fear that  they would be
hit again."
Debbie grinned and said," You know how to thank  them."
I said in alarm, "Oh please don't make me do that. I am not a lesbian  and
it is horribly degrading. Besides there is no time."
Mary grinned and  said," Did you forget you came in early? We have a half
hour till nine. I guess  we could change our mind about hitting the welts.
Right Joan?"
I hung  my head in resignation and sobbed. "Oh okay. I'll do it."
I got on my knees  and they stood in front of me with open legs and raised
skirts to pull my head  into their vaginas one then the other then back for
the whole half hour while I  died of shame feeling my face get wetter and
wetter as I drove my tongue deep  inside them and wiggled it as ordered.
When the time was up I washed and  gargled but could taste them for a long
time.
At ten o'clock Mary said," Come  into the boss's office. I made you a new
dress."
I hesitated wondering if  this would be made of barbed wire but followed
her in.
While the boss watched  she had me take off the sweater and skirt and
helped me put on a dress that was  long enough to hide the welts. It had a zipper
up the front and when she zipped  it up the dress made of black spandex
that fit so tightly it was like a second  skin. Although it covered me
completely to my neck I still seemed naked since it  looked like I was just wearing
a coat of black paint. You could clearly see the  bumps made by my nipples
and even the indentation of my navel, and the raised  portion of my stripes.
It didn't hurt though and did cover me so I thanked  them.
My boss said," I thought this costume would be better since any welts
would be hidden from public view."
I moaned remembering either the strap or  whip could be used on my belly
and breasts that were exposed by the sweater and  skirt but at least any welts
would not be scratched by this material so I  thanked him.
Mary grinned and said," She really knows how to thank you. If  you tell her
to she will go down on you."
He grinned and said, "Is that  right?"
I moaned I had only seen a penis once in a sex education course and  had
quickly turned the page in embarrassment but at least that would be
heterosexual activity and Monica Lewinsky had seemed to enjoy it. I hung my head  and
said," If you want me to do it I will Sir."
"I think that would be  adequate thanks. Come over here and kneel between
my legs."
I knelt there and  as ordered  unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled
them and then his  shorts down to his ankles. I was amazed. The quick look
at the picture had not  prepared me to see the penis about eight inches long
and a couple of inches  thick with big veins in the shaft capped with a
mushroom like head.
I didn't  know what to do but he was glad to direct me telling me to lick
it from the head  to the base as I watched it grow and get hard in amazement.
 Then he had me  lift it so I could lick the underside and his hairy
testicles. I was dying of  shame knowing only the lowest slut or prostitute would
do this and the girls  made it worse by giggling and making comments like,"
She is a born  cocksucker."
It became very hard and he had me take it in my mouth then  grabbed my hair
to push it deep into my mouth to make me gag then pulling me  back only to
pull me forward again to gag again over and over until suddenly it  pulsed
in my mouth and I felt his semen shooting down my throat. To my surprise
there was little taste to it although it felt like phlegm.
He held it in my  mouth until it softened and then said," Good girl. That
was a nice thank you.  You may go back to your desk."
My life was hell for the rest of the day. The  girls would put things in
their mouths and grin at me as they sucked them to  remind me of my shame and
then they began to whisper to other girls and point at  me so I knew they
were telling them I was a slutty cocksucker. I knew the word  would spread
until the whole office knew of my terrible behavior. The worst  thing was I had
done it with no threats. I assumed I would be punished if I  didn't but I
didn't know for sure and should have at least made a token  resistance to
find the alternative.
By five o'clock I was so angry at myself  I was actually hoping the
punishment would be really terrible.
At five  o'clock I went to the conference room without being told then had
to wait while  the others came in.
Mary laughed and said," She is really anxious to get  punished."
I scowled at her but I had to admit it was true.
When everyone  was seated I unzipped the dress and let it fall off my
shoulders to the floor. I  blushed as I realized I was pushing out my chest and
sucking in my tummy which I  knew from looking in my mirror made me look
good.  Again I hated myself for  wanting to look good to people who wanted to
see me hurt.
The boss said,"  Pick your instrument,"
I started toward the table then noticed the chair was  missing and in it's
place was a pair of shower clogs about three feet apart and  what looked
like small dog collars attached to a rope coming down from a pulley  in the
ceiling.
The rope went to a boat cleat on the wall.
This was new  and frightening. I said with a quaver in my voice," Where is
the chair?"
My  Boss said," For these last two instruments your entire body must be
accessible."
I shuddered realizing I was finally to the point my most  sensitive place
may and probably would be hit. I whined, "That will really hurt.  Won't it."
Mary said," Yes but you deserve to be hurt. Don't you?"
I  whined," I guess so."
She said, "Don't guess! Say you deserve to be  hurt!"
I winced at her sharp tone then said," I deserve to be hurt." then I
surprised myself and my audience by adding," I deserve to be hurt so much I will
scream and cry."
Mary grinned and said," We will see to it. You may scream  all you want.
Everyone has left the building."
That seemed better to me  it had been a great effort to muffle my screams.
I went to the table and  picked up the strap and the whip trying to decide.
Although I knew I should be  hurt the whip scared me and I chose the strap.
Debbie cried. "Oh Goody. That  is mine! Bring it to me."
I took it to her feeling my breasts move with my  faster breaths of air
from nervousness. She took it from me and rubbed it on my  inner thighs saying,
"I am going to hit you here. Does that frighten  you."
"Oh yes that is really sensitive."
she just grinned and rubbed it on  my belly across my pubic bone. Saying
"Here too."
I just groaned knowing that  would hit the top of my pussy lips.
She rubbed it across my breasts making my  nipples pull and said," These
will really bounce."
I whined," Please not hard  there! That will hurt awfully."
"Yes but you need to be hurt don't you. You  know you deserve it."
"Oh Damn you. Yes."
"Say, Hit my tits until I  scream."
I hesitated frightened at that thought until she said,"  Well?'
"Oh God. Hit my tits until I scream."
She grinned and said, "Put  your feet in the clogs and buckle the cuffs on
your wrists."
I thought it was  really mean to make me prepare myself for pain noting the
clogs were pointed  towards them so they could see every lash to my front.
I had to open my legs  to put my feet in the clogs that were nailed to the
floor. I blushed as she  said, "Great. That makes her cuntlips open. But
next time I think they should be  even further apart."
I clumsily buckled the cuffs nervous and frightened by  what would follow
and then crossed my hands over my groin to hide the obscenity  of my open
lips.
She said," Good. Tighten the rope."
My boss went to the  rope and started pulling it down to lift my arms to
end my brief effort to hide  my pussy. He pulled it until my arms were above
my head but he didn't stop there  and continued to lift me until I felt my
body stretch.
Debbie said lift her  until her heels leave the ground.
Now I felt vertebrae open and pain to my  shoulders as my breasts lifted
and my skin tightened over my ribs.
Mary said,  "Oh wow. Look at how that stretch has raised her tits so even
the little crease  under them has gone and her waist has shrunk to nothing.
I'll bet her skin  is super tight. Let's go feel her."
Suddenly hands were all over me squeezing  and pinching to make me cringe
and blush at the indecent probing of my most  private parts.
Debbie felt my vagina to deepen my blush as she said," God  even her pussy
has tightened." My Boss said," Her ass is tight too."
Debbie  said, "Ooo I just want to hit her tight parts. Get her wool outfit
and mark  her.
They held my skirt against me and marked below the waistband at my pubic
bone and above the hem just below my buttcheeks then held the sweater against
 me.
I said hopefully," If I wear this you can't hit my breasts. The marks  will
show."
Debbie grinned and said, "No problem. We can just safety pin the  cleavage
together."
I whimpered," Please don't do that to me. It fits tight  already. Pinned
every fiber will dig into me."
"Duhh. That is the  idea."  She drew a line at the top of my cleavage then
at the former crease  below my breasts.
Mary said," Wow that doesn't leave much room to hit her.  About three will
cover her butt and boobs."
"Oh I can double up. I figure  five to her butt, five across the front of
her hips and five to her  boobs."
The ones to my butt and the front of my hips didn't scare me too much
since I knew my hip bones would protect my vagina but the ones to my tender
breasts really scared me. I decided to try to bargain.
"Please can't I just  have two to my breasts and eight to my bottom.
That will hurt a lot."
"No  five to each but don't you want to know where the last five will go?"
I had  forgotten I was to get twenty and cringed at the thought of where
the last five  would go. I whimpered," On my belly?"
"No silly. They would show there. Guess  again."
I moaned, "Oh God no. Not on my vagina!"
"If you wish to be formal  but I would rather hear you say. 'On my cunt.'
If you said that I may not hit as  hard."
I whined," You are going to hit me five time on my cunt!"
"That's  better. You have had enough fun having us feel you so let's get on
with  it."
That was unfair. I was not having fun with their fondling and prodding  it
was just embarrassing."
The rest of them sat down again and I noticed the  men moving the bulges in
their pants to a more comfortable position.
She took  the strap in both hands and swung it against my butt so hard I
let out an  agonized cry but she continued causing even more agony as I
screamed and thrust  forward with each terrible spank only to hear someone exclaim,
" That really  makes her push out her pussy!"
Then Mary did an awful thing. She got behind  me and pushed as hard as she
could on my sore ass to thrust my hips forward for  five agonizing spanks
there that let the strap sting my poor cunt lips.
I was  almost hoarse but my screams continued as five went across my boobs
flattening  them only for them to push out for more. My body could not stand
any more pain  and miraculously something happened. The last two across my
nipples just brought  impact and throbbing.
Even when she stepped in front of me to bring the strap  up between my legs
I just gasped as my pussy jumped and squirmed under the  impact that just
seemed to bring more numbness and an ache deep into my  belly.
They let me hang there panting and sweating while the pain coursed  through
my body. When my breathing became nearly normal as sobs and tears bathed
my burning breasts they loosened the rope. I was so weak I sunk to my  knees.
 Someone held me under my armpits to keep me from collapsing all the  way
as they unbuckled my cuffs.
They began rubbing all my burning and  stinging welts but I did not protest
since it seemed to help. The stinging began  to subside then my Boss who
was rubbing my poor vagina said," She is something  else. In spite of
everything she is getting wet."
That made me feel totally  humiliated. I thought I must be the biggest slut
on earth to get wet after all  that pain.
Mary put on my sweater and Debbie pinned it tightly together to  squash my
breasts and bring back the sting as the needles from the fabric dug  into my
red swollen breasts.
She put on my skirt but then jammed it between  my legs to pin it tightly
against my red and swollen vagina to start me crying  again.
They had me walk around enjoying my winces of pain as the needles dug  in
and scraped against me then it was finally over. I walked to my car and when
I was safely inside removed the pins to breathe a sigh of  relief.
Unfortunately when I got home there were some men on the sidewalk so  I had
to pin the sweater back up whining as each pin pulled it tightly against
my super sensitive nipples. When I walked to my apartment they whistled and
yelled," Nice tits!" and "Nice ass." Since they liked me I wondered if they
would have felt sorry for me when I was so cruelly treated or if they would
have  been excited by it.
I was so exhausted by the pain I took off my clothes as  soon as I was
inside and fell into bed lying on my side in the fetal position  which was the
only part of me that didn't hurt.

MY MEAN BOSS 6
===============
The next morning I laid in bed longer  than I should because my pussy and
breasts were aching and I dreaded seeing the  damage that must have been
caused by my terrible beating.
I finally worked up  my nerve and got up to look in the mirror. My breasts
appeared to be fuller as  if swollen and also my pussy lips seemed swollen
but there were no bad bruises.  Nothing at all like the damage the paddle and
the cane had caused.
I caressed  them gently and found they seemed super sensitive. Just the
lightest caress made  my nipples harden and my clitoris pushed out as if
wanting more.
To my shame  I went back to bed and caressed them as I remembered the strap
hitting them and  had a wonderful orgasm.
I didn't understand what was happening to me. Were  they making it easier
on me or was I becoming numbed, or most shocking was I  becoming so warped
punishment was becoming exciting to me.
In spite of the  fact thinking of being hit while masturbating had brought
about a great orgasm I  decided it could not be possible to become excited
by pain.
It was getting  late so I got up and rushed to get ready. At least it took
little time to dress  since I was just wearing the sweater and micro-skirt.
I decided the sweater did  not need to be pinned since my breasts just had a
healthy pink look like a minor  sunburn.
On my way to my car I noticed something else new. Rather than being
irritated the wool was now exciting me as it rubbed on my nipples and a quick
check confirmed that my nipples had hardened like little thumbs.
At a stop  light I pressed the skirt against my vagina. Rather than hurt
the little needle  like wool fibers made an exciting tingle. I blushed to my
toes when I noticed a  man in the car next to me was grinning at me but then
relaxed realizing there  was no way he could see where my hand was and was
just admiring my nearly naked  breasts.
It shamed me though so the rest of the way I kept both hands on the
steering wheel. That made the inside of my arms move the sweater at turns to rub
my nipples and make them tingle but I told myself I couldn't help that
although  I changed lanes more often than I needed to.
Walking from the parking lot to  work kept my nipples tingling constantly.
There were some men on the sidewalk  but this time instead of blushing and
hurrying past them I felt proud they  thought I was sexy and smiled at them
as the skirt rubbed on my swinging  butt.
At work though I dwelled on the thought I would soon be feeling the  whip
and became frightened. I went to Mary and said humbly," I know it is your
turn with the whip. Please don't hit very hard."
"Only as hard as you want  Darlin'."
I said puzzled," What do you mean?"
"I mean I think you are  beginning to be excited by this. When Debbie
finished with your pussy the strap  was wet."
"I don't believe you. All I remember was terrible pain."
"Maybe  your mind remembers pain but your body was definitely excited."
I blushed at  the thought she could think that and said," Well I don't want
it to hurt  badly."
She just grinned and said," We'll see."
I sat at my desk and  wondered if what she said could possibly be true and
if so if anyone else had  noticed. That thought again caused me to blush.
My Boss came to his door and  beckoned me. When I was in he said," Take off
your clothes. I want to see the  results of the last session."
I hesitated but I knew protest was futile so I  took them off and then
blushed as I realized I was posing with my breasts pushed  out and tummy sucked
in to make myself look really good as I had seen in my  mirror.
He came close to me and looked at my breasts and crotch then said,  "Your
skin must be getting stronger. I see no bruises although there must be  some
internal bruising since your cunt lips are puffy and your breasts seem
slightly swollen.
Do they still hurt?"
"No not really. There is just some  throbbing and the skin feels tight on
my breasts."
Suddenly he grabbed both  breasts in his hand and squeezed them to increase
the throbbing  dramatically.
I whined," Please don't squeeze them. They are awfully  sensitive."
"Yes but that will make this feel better."
He put his palms  against my nipples and began rubbing them in a circular
motion.
I blushed and  whined as my body betrayed me by stiffening my nipples and
sending thrills  through my body.
He said," Stop whining! This feels good and you know  it."
I blushed deeper and moaned, "Yes but it shouldn't. I feel like a  terrible
slut."
"You are a slut and you will like this more."
He began  rubbing his hand up an down my pussy. I blushed even deeper as I
realized he was  right. Thrills seemed to go deep into my vagina and I was
totally ashamed.
He  rubbed until I felt my juices coating his hand and the whole face of my
pussy as  my body opened my legs more to get more of that feeling.
Just as my breathing  was becoming erratic he stopped! Then said, "Don't
you want to thank me for this  good feeling."
I remembered that last time I had done it without protest and  I didn't
want to prove I was a slut so I whimpered," You want me to suck you.  What if I
refuse?"
He was surprised at my response then said," I guess I  would have to add
ten lashes for disobedience."
It was a horrible dilemma.  Sucking him was terribly humiliating but the
extra lashes would be terrible. I  thought about it for a moment then whined,"
I will take the extra lashes."
He  looked mad and said, "Fine. Put on the dress because I am going to tell
Mary to  cover that beautiful flat stomach with stripes."
I gasped at that thought  then put on the dress noting the sensual feeling
of the tight material on my  extended nipples and my bottom.
Again time dragged as I watched the clock. I  had these terrible mixed
feelings.
I was proud that I had refused that  demeaning act but the idea of now
getting thirty lashes really frightened me. My  rich imagination caused my tummy
to tingle just at the thought of lashes going  there.
The Fed Ex guy helped kill some time by hanging around making me feel  good
by saying he loved my hair and pretty brown eyes although his eyes never
left the bumps in my dress caused by my nipples. He said," You are truly
beautiful. Could you stand up and turn around so I can see more of  you?"
Nobody was ever interested in seeing me in clothes before so I did it
sucking in my tummy knowing the spandex would shrink with it. I blushed but felt
 proud when he said awestruck," God you look better than the girls in
Playboy."
When he left I felt pleased for a minute then remembered that the  dress
made me look nearly naked and again felt ashamed that I had shown off for  him.
Debbie and Mary asked me to go to lunch with them! I was so pleased they
had never asked me before and I finally felt accepted.
On the way to the  restaurant we passed a construction site where the men
whistled and yelled at  us. Debbie and Mary just grinned then laughed when
they saw I was  blushing.
After we ordered Mary said," I understand you refused to suck the  Boss.
That was stupid. He was just getting to like you and that wouldn't  have hurt
you like the ten extra lashes will."
"Well maybe not physically but  mentally it would be terrible. It is so
degrading I couldn't sleep from the  shame."
Debbie laughed and said," That's funny. I like giving blowjobs it is  fun
to see them make all those funny faces as they get close to cumming."
I  said haughtily," I didn't notice. I was so ashamed I kept my eyes
closed."
Mary said," Well hon if you ever want to make more than minimum  wages you
may as well face the fact you are going to have to suck and fuck  him."
"Oh please don't say fuck. I have thought about meeting my dream man  and
making love to him but fucking seems gross."
"Hon you have some real  hang-ups but I know behind that prudish behavior
lies a real sexpistol."
I  blushed and said," Please I don't want to talk about it."
They began to talk  among themselves comparing stories of guys they had
fucked and to my  embarrassment compared their penis size. Then Mary said a guy
named Tom was huge  and when he stuck the monster into her asshole she
thought she would be ripped  open but once it was in it felt wonderful. The
thought made me feel sick. I had  never heard of anyone doing that. Just the
little nozzle Mom had used to give me  an enema had been uncomfortable I
couldn't imagine a penis going in there  especially if it was big.
They compared other men giggling and I could not  believe they could be so
casual about it. To me lovemaking was something sacred  to be saved for
marriage. I decided they were sluts but then thought they must  think I am one
too to be talking this way in front of me. That thought made me  blush
causing them to laugh at my embarrassment.
When we went back and the  UPS guy came and stared at my boobs and
complimented me I ignored him  remembering he had never paid any attention to me
when I was not dressed as a  slut.
Time passed and I became more frightened wondering if I had made a  mistake
in not sucking the Boss. He would certainly have no mercy for me and  worse
Mary had said she was really anxious to whip me since it would really
excite her. That bothered me since I thought she was beginning to like me and
couldn't understand how she could be excited by hurting me.
My only  consolation was that this would be the end of my punishment.
Finally it  was time. I was really frightened and waited until I was told to
come in to  stall as long as possible.
When I was in I slowly unzipped the dress and very  slowly opened it
blushing but quickly ripped it off when the boss's partner  said," That's right
baby.
Do a nice strip tease."
Now naked and  blushing I got the whip and took it to Mary saying," Please
don't hit too  hard."
The Boss said," If she doesn't make good welts I will have her start  over."
I cringed at that and then Mary said," Like I said, only as hard as  you
want."
I went to the clogs and noticed they had been separated more. So  much more
I felt the lips of my pussy open as I spread my legs to get in them.  Then
I buckled on my wrist cuffs again thinking it was cruel to make me prepare
myself for torture.
As soon as the cuffs were buckled I was pulled up so  tight I felt my
vertebrae open and my ribs tighten my skin to make my tummy  concave.
This time there was no fondling. The Boss just said," Do a good  job."
I just hoped she would do it fast and get it over with as soon as
possible. Her first lash hit my upper back leaving a sting that wouldn't have  been
too bad if the tips had not come around to hit the side of my breast
creating deep pain that made me gasp.
She was in no hurry waiting until the  pain subsided before hitting again
just a little lower but still the upper  thongs hit my breast again to make
me make me cry "Aii"
She again waited as  pain travelled through me then skipped my lower back
to hit the upper part of my  butt. Again the tips came around to jerk my
pussy lips open. She waited until I  calmed then hit slightly lower and kept
going down until my butt and thighs were  stinging and burning at the same time.
Then she stood behind me to forehand  and backhand my tender inner thighs
to make me yell and cry. Someone yelled,"  This is great! When her thighs are
jerked her pussy squirms."
That made me  cry harder knowing they had no sympathy for me.
Then she moved to my side and  began hitting across the front of my thighs
and slowly moved upwards as I wailed  knowing as the stripes climbed they
would hurt worse.
She worked up my  stomach slowly then stopped at a terrible one at my rib
cage to say," That about  right Boss?"
He said, "Yeah. She is getting striped pajamas."
She went up  with just one thong hitting my breast then two, then three,
then all five with  one hitting both nipples to make me scream in agony.
She stopped for a moment  to let me calm and then the magic happened.  With
the whole front of my  body striped and stinging I felt excitement growing
and my panting was from  sexual excitement.
She felt my stinging but wet pussy and said," You want  them harder don't
you?"
A week ago I wouldn't believe I would moan," Yes.  Harder."
>From then on she just hit my breasts then my vagina then back to my
breasts and to my vagina for I don't know how many times I only know I had
orgasms that nearly made me pass out.
Then she fondled my stinging boobs and  pussy and said," You want to be
fucked.
Don't you?"
I did. I really did  and said, "Oh God. Yes!"
The Boss and his partner jumped up and I thought  they would release me to
have me lie on the floor but they just dropped their  pants and shorts and
the Boss jammed his huge dick into my pussy then his  partner in spite of my
"No.  No!" jammed his dick into my rectum. There was  a terrible stretch and
I thought I would be ripped open but soon his dick felt  almost as good as
the Boss's in my pussy. They grabbed the sides of my hips to  jerk me back
and forth and new orgasms began happening until I was so exhausted  I just
hung from the ropes while they pulled out and put on their pants.
They  released me and let me lie on the rug and then they left as if
nothing
special had happened. I went to sleep and didn't wake up until it  was
dark. I
put on the dress and cried all the way home knowing I had to  be the most
perverted person on earth.

My Mean Boss 7
============
I cried all the way home not so much from  the pain although there was a
lot of that but the horrible guilt about what I  had become. I could hardly
believe that in only a week they had transformed me  from a modest virgin to a
total pain slut. Even in the midst of my guilt flashes  of the ecstasy from
the pain and fucking ran through my mind only to be  suppressed by all my
will.
At home I went to bed in my clothes afraid if I  undressed I may want to
masturbate as flashes of the fantastic feeling of having  dicks in my pussy
and ass kept darting into my mind.
I couldn't sleep so  thought about what I should do. I finally decided to
try to return to my former  self by dressing as a nice girl should. That
thought relieved me a bit and I was  able to go to sleep.
The next morning I put on my "Granny panties" as they  had called them that
covered me well above my navel then my sturdy cotton bra  wincing as it
pressed against welts. Then a girdle, stockings slip, skirt nearly  to my
ankles, a loose dark blouse and finally a suit jacket.
I looked in the  mirror and was satisfied that at least I did not look like
a slut.
When I  went to my car the men were on the sidewalk. They ignored me and I
heard one  say," She should be out any minute." I blushed realizing they
were waiting for  the old slutty me.
On the walk to the office even the construction workers  ignored me and I
knew I was again virtuous.
At the office Mary saw me and  said, "Oh Shit! I thought we had cured you."
I said haughtily," If you mean I  am no longer a slut, you are right. I am
never going to get into that situation  again."
My Boss called me into his office and said," My God girl. How can you  hide
that wonderful body under those ugly clothes?"
I said, "These are normal  clothes for a nice girl and that is what I plan
to be."
He said gruffly,  "Well you accepted your punishment so I guess you can
return to your old prudish  self if you want to but I know that sooner or later
you will accept the fact you  are down deep a slut and want the thrills you
so obviously enjoyed."
I said  defiantly," No I won't. You made me crazy but I am sane now."
When I went to  my desk I noticed how confining my clothes were although I
had never thought so  before and also how boring my job was. I knew that
would not get better and also  I had no chance now of getting a raise in pay.
At lunchtime Debbie and Mary  did not invite me to join them so I followed
them alone to see the construction  guys whistle at them and then go silent
when they saw me. In spite of myself I  felt a pang of jealousy. I sat at
the back of the restaurant noticing all the  guys stopping by to talk to
Debbie and Mary. No-one was interested in me. Even  the waiter who had hung a
round when I was a slut just took my order and  left.
That night when I undressed I looked in the mirror and saw most of the
damage was gone but that reminded me and I hurriedly put on my flannel jammies
before I slipped and touched myself.
The next day was the same and I  definitely missed the attention of the
men. Even the UPS guy did not recognize  me and asked where the other girl was.
I told him she didn't work here anymore  but I was hurt he didn't recognize
me.
After all my face was the same except  no makeup.
For something to do at home I washed my cut off sweater and skirt  and the
dress but seeing them hanging above the tub to dry excited me and I  closed
the door in shame to keep from seeing them.
That night I had a  nightmare. Well it should have been a night mare I was
hanging from a limb with  a bunch of people around staring at my nude body
and a big man with a whip  started walking toward me.
I woke up with my arms stretching behind my head  to grip the bedposts and
my pussy was wet and tingling. I really tried not to  but I rubbed my clit
and pinched my nipples until I had an orgasm.
The next  morning I realized that I would never be happy as my old prude
self and it  didn't matter since my parents and old friends would never know I
had become a  slut.
I put on the dress and went outside where one of the men said, "Oh I am  so
glad to see you. I was afraid you had moved. You are so beautiful!" The
other  guy said, "Yeah." and I blushed and thanked them so glad to be loved
again.
The construction guys yelled too and I grinned and wiggled my hips on  the
way to work.
I knew what I had to do. The Boss was already in his office  and I timidly
knocked on his door. When he said "Come in." I went to his desk  and got on
my knees and said," I am sorry I disappointed everyone by going back  to
being a prude. I deserve to be punished."
He smiled and said," Yes you do  but you must earn it. Strip and suck my
dick."
A week ago I would have been  horrified but now I felt my pussy get wet and
my mouth watered. I took off the  dress slowly as I knew he liked as he
began lowering his pants and shorts.
I  crawled to him and lovingly licked his inner thighs then his balls then
his  dick. Just before I put it in my mouth he said, "To make sure you
really try to  get me off I am going to put paper clamps on your nipples and tits
until I  cum."
I moaned, "Yes." and put it in my mouth just as a clamp bit into my
nipple. The pain just excited me and crazy as it sounds I sucked him real slow
even pausing to make it last as clamp after clamp was added to my breasts to
make them hurt and then throb.
Finally he could last no longer and jerked out  his dick to flood my eyes
and face with his cum. The degradation was thrilling  and I just knelt there
as he scraped off his cum with his finger and fed it to  me.
He began to remove the clamps which nearly covered my breasts as I gasped
at each removal. I had hardly noticed them going on but the pain at removal
kept  me gasping and moaning as my finger found my clit to add extra
thrills.
Finally the ones on my nipples were removed to send thrills all  through me
and he said," Do you want your punishment now or after five?"
"Now  Sir if I may."
"All right. How many spanks do you deserve?"
"Ten. No  twenty please sir."
"With what instrument?"
"The strap please."
"And  where on your body?"
"On my breasts sir. They are real sensitive after the  clamps."
"On sluts they are tits. Say, "Please spank my tits."
I cringed  at the crudity but said, "Please spank my slutty tits."
He reached under me  to palm my vagina and stuck in his middle finger to
make me gasp.
"What is  this I am touching?"
I moaned, "My vagina and clitoris Sir."
"No. It is  your pussy or cunt and clit."
I moaned, "Yes. Cunt. Clit."
He brought his  other hand down and jammed his finger in my tiny puckered
anus making me gasp  again as thrills shot through me from both fingers."
"Where is my  finger?"
"In my anus. Sir.
"No that is your asshole. Say,' I love being  fucked in my asshole."
I hesitated because a week ago I didn't know people  did that except
homosexuals but he was right I did love it.
I sighed," I love  being fucked in my asshole."
"Okay get the strap then kneel with your hands  on your head. Do not remove
your hands."
I got the strap and handed it to him  then kneeled in front of him.
He began hitting my tits up down and sideways  to keep them in constant
motion.
It hurt awful but the thrill was just as  strong suddenly I realized he was
counting and was at eighteen. I didn't want  him to stop since I was nearly
to orgasm so I took down my hands to put them  behind me. He just grinned
and hit harder and faster to make my tits jump and  sway until I gave a
little scream as orgasms began to pummel my body.
He  grinned and said," I guess that is enough. You took thirty one."
I moaned  "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir"
"Now you owe an apology to my partner and Debbie and  Mary. Go to them and
tell them you are sorry and you want them to punish you at  five pm."
I put the dress back on noticing it seemed to fit tighter on my  throbbing
breasts and the nipples made  definite bumps in the  material.
I sat down to recover for a minute since I was still feeling little
aftershocks from my orgasm and my tits throbbed with every heartbeat.
I was  trying to decide what to say to the girls and the boss when it
suddenly occurred  to me that in my whole life I had never had a party. This
could be my party. I  started up Printshop and designed an invitation. I had to
giggle since the  flower border seemed so incongruous to the message which
said, "I am sorry I  returned to my prudish ways which disappointed you all.
This is your invitation  to punish me for my stupidity. We will meet in the
conference room at five  PM."
That seemed harsh so as a note of whimsy I added, "Bring your own bottle
and invite a friend,"
I took the invitation to Mary who smiled and said, "I  am glad to see the
real you."
She read the invitation and said," I don't know  why you should be
punished. I am happy you realized who you are."
"I do. My  life has been Hell the last two days with all the guilt my damn
parents caused  me. I want to make it plain I have changed forever."
"Well then I will make  sure you get orgasms from it."
In spite of my conviction that I wanted my new  life it embarrassed me that
she knew I wanted orgasms so badly and I blushed to  make her giggle.
I took it to Debbie who said," You love punishment. Don't  you?
"Again I blushed as I said," Not punishment just the thrill of  pain."
I took it to Joan who said, "Oh good. I really wanted another chance  at
you.
Punishing you made me so horny I had to go to the bathroom and  masturbate."
It made me feel better that other girls masturbated. I thought  it was just
boys.
I took it to his partner who read it and said," Are you  sincere about
this? All of it?"
"Yes Sir. I think I deserve it for being so  stupid."
"Fine. I am looking forward to it."
I went back to my desk and  then felt fear as I realized I had given them a
blank check with no limits on  what punishment I should get.
Then Mary came over and said, "I saw you go  into the boss's office. Is
this his idea?"
"No. I told him I deserved to be  punished and he did."
"Really. What did he do?"
"He spanked my tits." I  blushed at the new word in my vocabulary.
"Wow. I want to see them. Let's go  to the bathroom."
I followed her and she waved at Debbie to join us."
In  the bathroom she unzipped my dress and pulled it off my shoulders to
place it on  the cabinet then turned to say," Wow. They are still red but it
seems to help  them. They seem rounder and fuller."
"Yes the spanking makes them swell up  and throb."
She gently massaged them as Debbie watched which really felt good  then
suddenly she grabbed both my nipples and pinched them hard. "I gasped and
moaned at the pain that went deep but it was thrilling too."
Mary grinned and  said," I know that feeling. It hurts but hurts good
doesn't it."
I couldn't  talk I just murmured, "Uh huh."
She released them saying "We have to save you  for later."
Then Debbie felt them and said, "God I wish I had your tits. Even  as big
as they are there is no sag."
I said, "Thank you. I suppose that is  because of those industrial strength
bras I have worn since I was  thirteen."
"Maybe or just good muscle tone."
I guess they had seen enough  because Mary dressed me and we went back to
our desks.
They invited me to  lunch. They giggled as men stared at us some even
walking backward to get our  rearview. Mary said," You are going to be a great
friend. You are really a man  magnet."
At lunch Debbie said, "You have really made my boyfriend a happy  camper.
He has always wanted to see someone who enjoyed pain. I just endure it  when
I have been naughty. He will be there right at five."
Mary said, "My  boyfriend too. He likes tit torture and my boobs are so
sensitive I won't let  him do much."
I was shocked. "Wait. They are coming? The invite a friend  thing was
supposed to be a joke."
"Too late now they would kill us if we  called it off."
I thought about it then decided a larger audience may be  better. Then I
said, "Tit torture. What is that?"
"You have already had it  with the clamps and tit spanking. He likes to
stick needles in the nipples or  worse have you lie on thumbtacks while he
walks on your back. Once was enough of  that I bled like a stuck pig.
"Oh I don't want to bleed either."
"I made  it sound worse than it was the blood stops almost immediately when
the tacks are  removed and there are only a few drops from each puncture
but your tits have  room for a lot of punctures."
"Oh that sounds horrible."
"Trust me it is a  hell of a lot better than having them caned."
I hadn't tried that yet. I  remembered the cane was awful on my butt. I
shuddered at the thought of it  hitting my nipples.
About four o'clock people started coming in carrying  sacks I assumed was
booze which they carried to the conference room. By five  about fourteen
people had arrived. I began to be really afraid. Last time  everyone in the room
had a chance at me. Twenty people could really cause a lot  of damage. I
had visions of being rushed to a hospital but then realized if it  got that
bad the doctor would report it to the police and relaxed a bit.
At  five I followed Joan and Debbie and Mary to the conference room.
It really  was a party. Everyone had a drink and there were snacks on
sideboards.
When I  came in Mary said loudly, "Everyone. Meet Allene our guest of honor
and your  entertainment for the evening."
There was applause! God I felt like a rock  star or something and it got
better as Mary introduced me to everyone and they  all said I was beautiful or
had a wonderful body. Nobody had said that to me  when I was a prude and I
was thrilled.
I drank a few Screwdrivers to help my  courage and then the boss stood up
and said,
"We are very proud of our  Allene. She has overcome a psychological
handicap imposed on her by her parents  and we found she has a lot of courage, not
only that as you can see she is very  beautiful."
No-one had praised me like that I was very proud and planned to  make them
keep feeling that way.
Then he said, "Come over here and get up on  the table so they can see you
better."
Now that I knew they thought I was  beautiful I wanted to be seen and
hurried over to step on a chair then the table  where I made a slow turn so they
could see how my dress hugged every curve  including my pubic bone.
The Boss said," Isn't she beautiful."  There  was a chorus of "Yesses" and
I thought of how a week ago I would have been  totally embarrassed to stand
there in that dress but now I just felt  proud.
He said," I have another announcement. If Allene is totally  cooperative my
partner and I have decided to promote her to our Goodwill  Ambassador
position which would triple her pay check."
I had no idea what a  Goodwill ambassador was but I was all for it. With
triple pay I could buy  clothes and get a newer car.
He took my hand and said," You are going to  cooperate aren't you?"
"Oh yes Sir. Anything."
That brought another round  of applause making me smile.
He said," Take off the dress so they can really  see you."
I hesitated as my prudish nature returned briefly then took it off  slowly
to hear "More. More" then I was naked and the boss said, "Look and fondle
she is yours."
Suddenly there were hands all over me as I was told to kneel  so they could
reach my breasts. I was thrilled and even more when my cunt lips  were
pinched and my nipples.
They felt me a long time then the boss said,'  There are too many of us to
all have a turn with her so we are going to have a  raffle. There are memo
pads on the table. Write down what you would like her to  do or what you want
to do to her. The memos will be put in a hat and Allene will  pick one out
of the hat and do it. There will be five lucky winners. You can  each have
two scenes so make sure you pick your favorite things. We want variety  so if
more than one of you chooses needle play or whipping with the same
instrument she will discard the second."
One guy said," hit! I hope she picks  me first."
He pulled me off the table so I could mingle naked. I went to Mary  and
said," I am relieved only five can whip me."
She said, Maybe you won't be  whipped at all. all these people have pet
perversions.
I waited for them to  fill their pads wondering what I may have to do if
not being whipped.

My Mean Boss part 8
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I had another drink as people  hurriedly wrote in their pads and one by one
threw them into a hat.
While  they were doing that the Boss and his partner went into their
offices to bring  back big shopping bags. I realized it was not just booze in the
bags when they  started bringing things out to lay on the table.  I went
over to look and  Mary joined me. There were dozens of clamps from a very
elaborate silver plated  one to simple ones you can find at hardware stores and
office supply. Along with  them were lead weights. I picked one up and it
filled my hand. I guessed it  weighed a pound and there were gobs of them. Then
they began bringing out whips.  All kinds, a ringmasters whip, multiple
leather thongs, a rubber one that looked  like a snake, and a real evil looking
one that had nylon needle like things all  over it.
There were paddles. All of them looked as bad as the boss's one  looked
like a boat oar for maximum leverage and then fraternity paddles some  with
holes others plain.
There were canes from big walking canes to skinny  nylon ones.
Then they threw a rope over the chandelier with manacles I  recognized but
instead of the shower clogs they both were grunting as they  carried out a
big steel pipe with manacles at the end I could only assume would  be used to
hold my ankles way apart.
They brought out a plywood panel with  thumbtacks glued to it as close as
they could get to each other. Mary grinned  and said," That is my boy
friends."
God If I picked him I would have my  breasts pushed into them. My
consolation was the odds were against him.
Then  they brought out a saw horse like my Dad had used but when I went
over to look  at it I saw someone had pounded little finishing nails into it
and then  sharpened them. They were spread out the width of my waist and I
thought if I  was spanked over it the nails would puncture my tummy but then I
realized it was  too tall for that, the nails would actually hit my boobs
unless I was lifted on  to it with my arms and legs dangling. That thought
made me shudder as I realized  all my weight would be pushing the nails into my
tummy.
I whined to Mary, "Oh  my God. Everything looks awful How can I take hours
of this."
She said, "Oh  it won't be that long in torture they will probably want sex
too and that will  use up some time besides there is not enough stuff for
twenty people so some  probably just plan hand spankings."
I hoped I would be lucky enough for  that.
Then I noticed a woman removing a long leather coat. Under it she was  just
wearing leather straps encircling her breasts and another strap digging
into her pussy and butt crack going to the straps around her boobs.
I nudged  Mary and said," Look at that wild outfit."
She said, "Yeah. She is a femdom.  You better hope you don't get her. I
think she is jealous of big tits because I  saw her beating a fat girls big
boobs with that skinny cane until they were  solid black and blue. She has no
sympathy because I don't think she can feel  pain. I watched a guy pierce her
clit with a darning needle to insert a big  ring. She didn't make a sound
and that would hurt awful."
I shuddered  remembering the little pinches on my clit while on the table
had hurt I couldn't  imagine a needle stuck into it."
It took them quite awhile to fill out their  pads I guess they had trouble
deciding on their favorite thing but finally the  last note was put in the
hat and the Boss said," Okay Allene pick out a note. I  bet a lot of them
will involve your tits since they are so big and beautiful but  of course you
also have the prettiest tight pussy I have seen."
I appreciated  the compliment but shuddered at the thought of how they
would look  afterward.
I shuffled through the notes and picked one. It was the Boss's  partner and
I read it aloud. "I will strap her butt. thighs, stomach, breasts  and
pussy while she poses for me in the best position for each area. For the  second
scene she will eat Debbie's pussy while Marie canes her ass with a  variety
of canes."
There was applause and then I looked up and said," Who is  Marie?"
To my horror the femdom gleefully waved her hand.
He got the strap  and told me to lean over and hold on to the end of the
table making my breasts  hang straight down. He hit my ass causing me to yip
and jerk.
Someone said,"  Great impact. Her tits really jumped."
He kept spanking methodically down my  ass adding more stings and burning
as I yipped and jumped then he went down my  thighs causing me to dance at
the stings.
Then he said," Now for inner  thighs. Open your legs. By then I was
sniffling but opened them only to have to  open them more as he said," Wider."
Someone said, "That gives a great view of  her snatch."
He began strapping and the pain was five times as bad as my butt  I began
to cry but nobody felt sorry for me one guys yelled, "Oh yeah! Those  high
ones really makes her pussy squirm."
Finally he was satisfied my inner  thighs were red enough and told me to
turn around for tummy spanking.
He had  me put my hands on my head and said," Tighten your stomach muscles
I don't want  to knock the wind out of you."
He needn't have bothered I had already  tightened them as much as I could.
For some reason my stomach is not  especially sensitive I was able to take
the pain with just yips and twists that  made my tits sway.
When I was red from just below my tits to my crotch he  stopped and told
me, "Now breasts. Push them out for me."
I took a deep  breath to push them out and there was a searing pain across
the tops of them to  make me gasp and then another just below my nipples.
Someone yelled," Wow  they flatten then pop out for more."
The next was across my nipples to make  me scream to the delight of my
audience then there were three more to cover all  of them with red.
He stopped and said," That seems to match her stomach don't  you think?"
Someone said," You missed the underside of her tits. That is  still white."
"Oh yes of course. Allene grab your nipples and pull them up to  your chin."
My poor nipples were stretched to the max by the time I had  lifted my
heavy tits high enough to suit him.
He began hitting there and that  caused double pain as it jerked on my
nipple but that caused the pain to be  overridden by excitement. My sweating
body was panting in excitement when he  stopped to say "Get on the table on
your back."
I did and he placed my feet  about a foot to the sides of my butt and said,
" When I say 'Now' you will raise  your butt. You can let down then but
raise it again to say 'Another.' Do you  understand?"
I liked that idea it meant I could control the cadence.
"Yes  sir" and I raised my butt feeling my lips open."
"I didn't say 'Now' you just  earned an extra one."
I let it down and said "Sorry Sir."
He just grinned  and said, "Now."
I raised my ass and he hit right down the face of my pussy  to cause pain
to go clear into my womb. I let down to feel the pain radiate then  raised
again to say "Another."
After a few I was close to climax and I let  down only a second to yell,
"Another!"
then I was in climax and just kept it  high sobbing, Another, Another."
In the daze of my orgasm I heard someone  yell," Check it out. The strap is
getting soaking wet."
He said, "This was  not in my program I hope you won't mind," then dropped
his pants and drove his  dick into my pussy. It felt wonderful and I didn't
care who was watching as new  orgasms shook my body.
They let me rest a moment then the Boss said," Okay  Debbie. Get naked for
your pussy pleasure."
She said, "I did not know I would  be a participant in this thing but okay
can I have some music."
The boss said  sure and shoved a CD into the intercom thing that usually
played elevator  music.
A heavy beat began and Debbie climbed up on the table and did a slutty
strip tease bumping and grinding and rubbing her breasts and pussy as soon as
they were exposed. As soon as the song ended she sat at the edge of the
table  and said," Come on Allene. I am ready."
The dance must have excited her  because when I opened her lips with my
thumbs her pussy was glistening from her  juices.
I put my mouth on her pussy and began to lick when there was this  terrible
impact on my butt which drove my face into Debbie's pussy. I looked  around
to see she had the heavy cane which came crashing down again to make my
whole butt jump. The pain was awful and I began to lick and suck furiously to
get Debbie off as soon as possible. Then she switched to the skinny cane
which  was even worse since she concentrated on the junction of my thighs and
butt and  worst of all hit down the crack of my butt to set my anus on fire.
Finally  Debbie let out a little scream and yelled "I am cumming!"
Marie was pissed  saying," hit! You little slut couldn't you have held out
longer."
I stood  there rubbing my sore ass thanking God that had satisfied the
caning  things.
They let me calm down and I took the opportunity to slam down a  couple of
more drinks hopefully to deaden my senses.
Then it was time to draw  another slip. "I said it was from Frank and a guy
jumped up to yell," Yes!"
I  read the note aloud," I propose Allene should be hung from the
chandelier with  the pipe to hold her legs widely apart while I use the flogger on
her from her  armpits to her middle thighs till every inch of her is red and
stinging. For the  second part I will use the rubber whip to make welts up
and down the front of  her body."
The flogger didn't scare me since it seemed pretty light but there  was no
doubt the rubber whip would leave bad welts.
I went to the rope and  had my wrists manacled then spread my legs so wide
the tendons showed on my  inner thighs to have my ankles strapped to the
pipe. I was lifted feeling a  pleasant stretch at first but then the weight of
the pipe came into play and I  felt my vertebrae and then my shoulders and
hips make popping noises as they  pulled out of their sockets. My shoulders
began to hurt right away and I  moaned." Whip me. Get it over with."
He started at my back working down  slowly to the center of my thighs.  At
my thighs he let the flogger go  between my legs to snap against my inner
thighs to make me scream and cry. Then  he moved to my front starting at the
top of my breasts and slowly down but these  were erogenous zones and I began
to become excited. He finished with three  uppercuts to my pussy then went
for the rubber whip as I hung there sweating and  moaning agonizingly close
to climax.
I looked down just in time to see the  rubber whip bury itself in my
breasts. The pain was so awful my excitement left  and I knew I would be welted
and bruised for days. For some morbid reason I kept  watching that awful whip
dig into my breasts to make them squirm in agony. I  looked through my
cleavage to see it pummel my pussy making it jump and squirm  as I screamed in
agony.
They let me down and I felt my joints settle back  into their sockets to
provide some relief. This time I got some sympathy. Mary  took out a bottle of
massage lotion and began gently rubbing my welts. soon  others joined in
and I realized they were going to bring me to orgasm which they  did when they
begin to rub my welted pussy.
I was exhausted and just laid on  the floor breathing hard until I found
the strength to sit up. Debbie brought me  a drink and I slugged it down from
a great thirst either from screaming or all  the water I had lost from
perspiration.
In about a half hour I was able to  walk around so people could feel my
welts and still hot skin.
The Boss came  to me and asked," Are you alright."
I said "I hurt awful but I guess I am  ready for number three."
"Good go draw a slip."
I drew a slip from Janet.  A woman waved who I guessed was one of the guys
wife or girlfriend.
I read  the note aloud. " Allene will stand quietly with her hands on her
head while I  put fifteen straight pins into each breast and nipple. Then I
will hit them  thirty times with a flyswatter. For the second part she will
be hung upside with  legs held open by the pipe while I put twenty hypodermic
needles in her pussy.  Then I will hit her open pussy with the needles
twenty times with my ping pong  paddle."
That scared me I whined when I had to have a shot and that was in  the arm
or butt I couldn't imagine what it would feel like in my breasts and  pussy.
I got into position and she began pushing them in all around my  aureole
all the way to the heads. It was all I could do to keep my hands on my  head
as they drove into me causing an "Aii" at each one. She just grinned and
said, "Wait till I get to the nipples."
When she did I knew what she meant.  The nipples were much much worse. I
also noticed the pins deep in my breast were  making them ache.
Finally they were in and she began hitting with the  flyswatter, Hard! I
know a flyswatter does not sound like much but it really  stung as she hit
only the nipples making the pins move in and out.
Tears were  flowing from my eyes when she finished and when she started
pulling them out it  seemed as bad as when they were put in.
When all were out I was given a drink  while a couple of guys moved the
manacles on the rope to a ring in the middle of  the pipe
I moved over there and sat on the floor while they pulled my legs  open to
put the straps around my ankles.
Then they began lifting me. It is  not bad to be hung upside down with
straight legs but open causes terrible pain  in the hips. When my pussy was at
her eye level she pulled out my lips to stick  in the needles. Thankfully
they were put in sideways rather than straight in. By  the nineteenth my pussy
lips were covered and aching and then she reached in to  pinch my clitoris
and pull it out.
I screamed" No! God no!" but she ignored  me and pushed the needle through
my clit causing me to scream in agony.
She  stood there a moment admiring her work and watching me cry and then
got the ping  pong paddle and hit my open pussy. It was unreal. Each time the
pins would move  with the stinging hits and especially the one in my clit
that had me crying  hysterically.
Finally it was over and she started pulling out the pins which  hurt almost
as much as they had going in. I heard someone say," Amazing. There  is only
a drop or two of blood at each hole."
Incidentally if you want to see  what my pussy looks like with pins in it.
Email me and I will send you the  picture.
My hips were so sore I couldn't walk so they just had me lie on the  floor
while Debbie and Mary massaged my hips. until I could move my legs with
only a little pain.
I had another couple of drinks then went to the hat. I  read several but it
was stuff I had done so the boss told me to throw them out  to the groans
and protests of the writers.
Then one from Mary.
I read it  aloud and was happy since it seemed like little pain. It said,"
I want Allene to  go around to all the ladies and beg them to let her eat
their pussy.
For the  second part she will eat mine while I spank her ass with the
Bosses  paddle."
It was terribly humiliating and I was nauseous from swallowing all  the
juices but at least it didn't hurt.
Then Mary sat with her back against  the wall sitting on the edge of a
cushion she had taken from the couch and had  me lie between her legs. Really
the only bad part was the crick I got in my neck  from laying my head back to
lick her and of course the stings from the paddle  which left like polka
dots on my ass from the holes in it.
Now it was time  for the last thing and I prayed it would be like Mary's.
I said it was from  Jake and Mary's boyfriend stood up and yelled "Yeah.
This will be a first  for me."
I read it aloud, "Allene will lie on her stomach with her breasts on  the
plywood full of thumbtacks while I walk on her back for five minutes. For
the second part Allene will straddle the horse while I give her twenty spanks
with the fraternity paddle."
God I had thought how bad it would be to have my  tummy on the nails
this would
drive them into my pussy and If I didn't  lean back even my clit
There was applause at the concept. I said, "Wait! I  have already been
stuck in my breasts and been paddled."
There was a big  discussion then the Boss said, "The general consensus is
that this is different.  First of all since thumbtacks are relatively dull
and thick they will hurt more  and secondly a paddling on the horse is much
different than the paddling you  received. Besides this is the last thing and
everyone would like to see  it."
Jake yelled, "Yayy." and I looked around with hate as others also  cheered.
To keep me from lifting myself with my arms he took a couple of  pieces of
hemp rope and run it between my legs and to my wrists at my sides. The
smallest movement of my hands or walking to the board made the rope saw on my
inner pussy lips and anus.
He positioned the board so all of my boobs would  be on it and I let myself
down as easy as possible. Thumbtacks are relatively  dull and since my
boobs are springy I just felt them pushing on me until he  stepped on my back. I
screamed as my tits went flat and all the tacks ripped  their way into me.
Then he would shift his weight to make me lighter on one side  or the other
to move them in and out as I sobbed and moaned. It was the longest  five
minutes of my life.  Just look at your watch ticking off seconds for  five
minutes to get an idea.
It was nothing like the needles. When I got up  the board and my tits were
covered in blood. Mary looked at me in horror and ran  off she came back
with a little bucket from the janitor room and a rag. She  said, "This is
Alka-Seltzer.
It soothes stomachs so it should help the  cuts."
Bullshit!! When she slopped it on my tits they caught on fire. but she
kept it up until all the blood was gone and they felt better. I went to a
mirror  and it looked as if my tits had been attacked by killer bees. Each
perforation  had a bump like a big pimple.
The boss came over and said," I suppose you  have had enough for one night."
I said defiantly, "No I asked for this and I  can see it through to the
end."
"Good girl."
Jake untied the ropes that  had made my pussy raw from my struggling and
retied them behind my back. Then he  and another guy held my arms and legs and
gently sat me down on the horse. I  felt the points of the nails pressing
into my lips but they didn't go in since  like my boobs the skin just flexed.
Jake and the other guy changed that by  putting manacles on my ankles and
adding weights to push me tighter and tighter  against the nails until I felt
them break the skin.
He came around to look at  my pussy and said," You better sit quietly.
One of the nails is right at  your clit."
I knew that. I felt it but if I rocked back nails stuck in my  anus.
Then he began spanking me. It was awful. That heavy paddle made me rock
back and forth to stick my clit and anus at each blow for all twenty. I
screamed  myself hoarse and when I was lifted off blood was running down my inner
thighs.  In spite of my protests Mary wiped my pussy with the Alka-Seltzer
until the  bleeding stopped and most of the pain.
I know what a Goodwill Ambassador is  now. I am sent to select clients who
have been told I will be their love slave.  The only restriction the Boss
gives them is that I should not be scarred. One  guy came close to breaking
the rule when he tied me to a post and burned my  nipples with his cigarette
lighter until blisters formed. Fortunately when the  blisters went down there
was no scar but my boss was pissed because my nipples  were too sore to
have any clothing on them which pretty well eliminated going to  hotels.
I love it. Most of the time it is just fucking and sucking which is  great
or simple spankings of my butt, boobs or cunt. I carry the flogger with me
and encourage them to use it since it just turns me red. Along with the
raise I  always get tips. Sometimes as much as five hundred dollars. His
clients are so  rich that is just chump-change to them. I just hope I can
stay pretty long  enough to make enough money to retire. Some of his
clients gave me stock tips  which have been really paying off.
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