One Stubborn Arsed Lass!
By Sweet Caroline
Author Note: A special thanks to my editor for this story, AVCG for a much-appreciated effort on this timely story.
It all began just before quitting time. Everyone else had left the office when Art came storming up to her desk.
"What the heck are you doing making me late on the night of St. Patrick's Day! Janyce pouted slamming her closed fist down on his desk. I have plans for tonight and they didn't include staying here! Especially with someone like you.
"Your date has been cancelled and my revenge is just beginning, lady!" Art said. He jumped out of his executive chair and grabbed her arm.
He yanked hard on her arm and pulled her around the side of big pine desk. She started to cry at her sudden unforeseen predicament. He pushed her down on the floor onto her knees. Art now towered over the scared lass. There was a sudden panic in her brown eyes. Janyce looked up into Art's stern face and knew he meant business.
"You are a contradiction in terms. Art said as he began to lecture her.
"You wear your hair like a grown woman. However, you insist on dressing like a street walker. And, on top of that you are a first-class bitch, my Irish lass. I'm the one who is going to do something about it right here and now.
"How dare you think you can demean me!" Janice said. Her hands firmly placed on her hips.
"You are one stubborn arsed lass!"
Janyce sat down on her bottom on the floor. This gave Art a very interesting view. One of her green corduroy skirt down the back at her white underwear and panty band. They fit tightly on her round shapely bottom. If only he could see her butt crack too. Still, it was a stirring sight for him that normally would have put him off his game. However, on this holiday night, he had business to finish before he or his co-worker could play tonight.
His hand took a light grip on the unlucky lass and her flowing light brown long hair. He guided her to the wooden chair in the corner of his office. Janyce wiggled her bottom and crawled after Art across the dirty floor on her hands and knees.
As Art turned to sit in the chair. Images that Janyce had worked hard to bury came rushing back from her childhood. One especially strong memory with a parental hairbrush when she missed her weekend curfew. That one lingered in her memory even five years later. That's because her well-paddled behind was red and purple bruised when she yanked down her pajama bottoms the next morning as she saw her bare butt in her bedroom mirror.
All that pain flashed before her eyes as Art yanked Janyce up and over his lap. This put Janyce's butt high in the air. just her fingertips and toes touched the floor of the executive vice president's office of Echo.
"Art please don't do this to me. Janyce said as she struggled to get to her feet.
However, firm pressure in the small of her back prevented her from getting up.
"No, not my skirt! Janyce said. She began to struggle harder as she felt Art flip her skirt up onto the small of her back, so that he had an unobstructed view of her panty-clad arse.
Art trapped one of her hands and pushed it up between her shoulder blades in a wrist lock that prevented her from getting away. A second later her white cotton bikini panties had been pulled down around her knees.
Art couldn't help but laugh when he saw her white triangle shaped patch of skin that had been covered by her swimsuit earlier at the Jamaica Echo Hotel pool. He could see at street level from his window. The vagina area was surrounded by red sunburned flesh and her bushy brown bush.
