Well, not only was today not any better, but it was actually worse. After I finished writing last night, (at 1:00 AM,) I pulled the eggplant out my rear-end, and climbed into bed next to Justine. I woke up to a sharp pain in my left breast. It took me a second to realize the Justine had slapped me right on the nipple! She grabbed my ear, and pulled me up like I was some kind of kid, and proceeded to slap me all over my nude body. Every time I moved my hands, she would pick somewhere new to hit me. On my boobs, on my butt, and one time right between my legs! I had never been hit there, and I let out a screech. It felt like my vagina was on fire! Suddenly she just stopped and told me to go take a shower, do my makeup, and to meet her downstairs. Between sobs I asked her why she had done that, and she just smiled and said because it was fun. She told me I'd better hurry, or she'd do it again. She made a point of reminding me not to cover up in any way. The hot shower was a shock to my sore nipples and kitty, but fifteen minutes later I was standing at the front door, waiting for my next instruction.
When Justine started to head outside, I protested, asking where my clothes were. I knew right away I had made a big mistake. She stuck her hands between my legs, and pinched down hard on my "hood". The pain was unbelievable as she pinched my button, but thank God she eased up after just a second. She told me to put my hands behind my back and not to move them. With tears welling up in my eyes, I complied as quickly as I could. She proceeded to give me a spanking ... on my breasts! The first couple slaps stung a bit, but weren't too hard. Then she started hitting glancing blows upwards and downwards, making my boobs bounce up and down, and causing explosions of pain in my nipples. It had never occurred to me that a person could get a spanking there. It seems the depths of Justine's perversion know no bottom. It took all my self-control to not cover myself, but I was scared that Justine might rip my "lips" right off if I didn't follow instructions. To make the situation even more humiliating, Justine pulled me by my kitty right to my open front door. Thank God it was still dark out, and no one came by. After ten or so slaps to each boob, Justine hissed at me that I had better do exactly what I was told to for the rest of the day. We needed to go to her place so she could get dressed, and there was no way I was to be dressed before her.
With that, she pulled me out of my house, leading me over to my garage by my crotch. I think Justine was a little disappointed that we didn't run into anyone, but it was still really early. It was chilly out too, so Justine took pity on me and raised the roof on my convertible. She had me spread my legs wide, and fingered me the whole way to her bungalow. By the time we got there, the sun was up, so I have no idea how many people saw my bare naked ass going into her house.
Once inside, Justine had me sit on her couch, and she set a camcorder and tripod up in front of me. Within seconds I was looking at my naked body on her widescreen TV. She handed me a dildo she got out of a drawer, and told me to fuck myself (that's actually the way she said it) with it until she was ready to go. This was incredibly difficult. Brad was always trying to get me to masturbate in front of him, but it just made me so self-conscious. Now I was self-conscious, and SORE. The good news was that thanks to Justine's fingers in the car, I was well lubed. The bad news was that thanks to her work with the corncob last night, I was very tender down there. Even so, I started to get into it after a few minutes, sliding the phallus in and out of my kitty as I pinched and twisted my nipple. Soon I was covered in sweat and moaning as I got nearer and nearer to orgasm. It must have been the distraction of watching myself on the TV, but for whatever reason, I couldn't quite get there. I was exhausted, and my arms were cramping by the time Justine came back and told me I could stop. She had me suck the dildo clean on camera, and then opened her bag to give me my clothes.
She had picked out a silver silk blouse that I love, and a short charcoal wool skirt that I hadn't worn in years. She also had some thigh high stockings. Knowing Justine, I wasn't shocked that the bra, panties, and slip I normally would wear with this outfit were missing. When you're not wearing much, it doesn't take long to get dressed, and less than five minutes later we were out the door.
The drive to work left me absolutely breathless. Justine had me hike my skirt up over my waist, and her right hand played with me as she drove. At the first red light she reached over with her left hand and pulled my head in for a kiss. I felt like I had a butterfly farm in my stomach as we made out for twenty seconds. Her hands were running all over me, inside my blouse, in my crotch, everywhere. I know it isn't believable for me to say in this diary that I'm not a dyke, but I'm really not. But making out with Justine makes me just want to melt. She is the best kisser, and I don't care if she's a girl. Kissing her sends me over the moon. The whole drive to work went this way, with her fingering me while driving, and then necking while we were stopped. We had a couple people honk and cheer when they saw us, but thankfully no one followed us or anything.
Justine let me pull my skirt down before I got out of the car, but I felt so exposed as I walked into the office. My breasts swayed and bounced as I walked, and my nipples hardened into little bullets. My skirt was long enough to cover the tops of my stockings, but barely, and the breezes blowing across my crotch made me feel very naughty.
I had a meeting first thing with the partners to discuss the McIntyre case and our presentation tomorrow, so I was able to get away from Justine for an hour or so. All the partners (including Elaine!) seemed to spend a lot of time staring at my boobs, or my legs when I stood up to write on the white board. I don't think I flashed any thigh above the stockings, but they definitely saw the dark bands that told them I wasn't wearing pantyhose. Elaine stayed in the meeting room a few seconds longer than the other partners, and once we were alone she asked if I thought it was "dress like a bimbo week." I was so humiliated, and I felt my shot at making partner slipping away. She rolled her eyes and walked out on me.