Office Humiliation 2

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I hope you don't mind that this story is not realistic at all! It's just a fantasy!

Hope you still like it. I appreciate all feedback!

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Office Humiliation

Chapter 1

"Alright, everyone, let's settle down." My boss's voice cut through the chatter of the office like a blade. She stood at the front of the room, her arms crossed, her eyes locked on me. My stomach dropped. I knew this was coming, but that didn't make it any easier. "We have a situation that needs to be addressed. Now."

Miss Johnson was clearly in charge. She had been managed our branch for a couple of months. Strict and definitely unpleasant in her leadership skills. She was harsh, impolite and aggressive. But to be fair she was also successful and had brought discipline back to our branch. To be fair we had slacked a little before she was sent over to get us back on track and to make us competitive again.

And she had actually done that with an iron fist of questionable measures. There was however nothing we could do about it. The economy was in pieces and no one could afford to lose their job. And so we had all very reluctantly signed a waiver that gave corporate all sorts of rights to run the place.

And this was the first time Miss Johnson would get to show her power to the staff by setting an example on poor me.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. The room went silent, every pair of eyes turning to me. My cheeks burned as I stood there, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. I could feel the weight of their stares, the judgment, the curiosity.

"Sarah," she continued, her tone icy, "care to explain to everyone what happened with the Murphy account?"

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My mind raced, trying to find the right way to say it, but there was no right way.

"Go on," she prompted, her voice sharper now. "Don't make this any worse for yourself."

I took a deep breath, my voice trembling as I finally spoke. "I... I made a mistake. A big one. I miscalculated the budget, and... and it cost the company a lot of money."

There it was. Out in the open. The words hung in the air, heavy. I could feel the disappointment of my colleagues, their quiet murmurs cutting through the silence like knives.

"A lot of money," she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. "Do you have any idea how much damage you've done? Do you have any idea what this means for all of us?"

I nodded, my head bowed in shame. "I... I'm sorry. I know I messed up. It was careless, and I take full responsibility."

"Oh, you'll be taking responsibility, all right," she said, her lips curling into a cold smile. "But an apology isn't enough. Not this time."

My heart started to race. What did she mean by that? I glanced around the room, searching for some clue, but no one met my eyes. They were all staring at her, waiting for her next move.

"Stand up," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

I hesitated for a moment before slowly rising to my feet. My legs felt like jelly, and I was sure I was going to collapse any second.

"Now," she said, her tone calm but leaving no room for backtalk, "you're going to show everyone just how sorry you are. Take off your clothes."

My breath caught in my throat. "W-what?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

"You heard me," she said, her eyes narrowing. "Take. Off. Your. Clothes."

I shook my head, panic rising in my chest. "No, please... you can't--"

"You can," she interrupted, her voice cold and final. "And you will. Now, unless you want this to get even worse for you!"

The room felt silent. Everyone was intently looking at me. I saw evil lust in some eyes. Not all the people in the office actually liked me, and having to give them the satisfaction of my humiliation was just too much!

"If you want to keep your job, you better start right away!"

What choice did I have?

My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons. I could feel the heat of their stares on my skin, the humiliation burning.

It felt so wrong and so humiliating to undress in front of the people I worked with every day. I couldn't look them in the eyes. Instead I hung my head and with trembling fingers undressed slowly.

The air on my bare skin brought me goosebumps. I couldn't help it. It was so humiliating.

I pulled the shirt over my head, exposing my chest to the room. My cheeks burned as I stripped off my bra to expose my small breasts.

"Look at her tits!", Joe said. He was a pretty dirty old man. I had always found him creepy. "She's clearly enjoying this! Look at her nipples!"

I wanted to object. I did not enjoy this! It was simply the cold air in the office that made my nipples become hard! But I didn't dare to say anything. I just wanted to get things over.

I covered myself in shame for a few seconds, until Miss Johnson barked at me:

"Move it! No need for your fake modesty. You should have thought about that before you became lazy and started to make these terrible mistakes!"

And so my pants were next. I dropped them slowly, leaving me in just my underwear.

"All of it," my boss said coldly, her voice sharp.

I hesitated for a moment before sliding my underwear down my legs, leaving me completely naked in front of everyone. I could feel my cheeks burning, my body trembling with shame as I stood there, exposed and vulnerable.

"Good," she said, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Now, I want you to confess. Tell everyone exactly what you did and how you're going to make it right."

What was I going to do? I had no choice but to go along with it if I wanted to keep my job.

I took a deep breath, my voice shaking. "I... I messed up. I made a mistake on the Murphy account, and it cost the company a lot of money. I... I'm sorry. I'll do whatever it takes to fix it. I'll work overtime, I'll take on extra projects, I'll--"

"That's not enough," she interrupted. "You need to be held accountable for your actions. And since you've been so unprofessional to Janet, our apprentice, lately, I think she should be the one to do it."

My eyes widened in shock as I looked over at the youngest girl in the office.

It was true that I didn't like her. She had an arrogant attitude and her father was some big shot. That was the only reason why she had got the position in the first place!

I looked at Janet. Her face was a mix of surprise and something else I couldn't quite place: Satisfaction maybe. I saw a hint of a mischievous grin on her face. Not enough for anyone but me to detect! I had been dismissive of her, even outright rude a few times. I had to admit that. But now... now she was going to be the one to punish me! A girl who could not care less about the job or the company. A girl, a few years younger than me and who I was superior to in the hierarchy of this company!

"I hope that is okay with you, Janet?", my boss asked.

"I think I can do it!", she replied softly and with a fake shy voice. She might have fooled the rest of the staff, but not me! I was fuming at the thought that this girl was going to spank me in front of the entire office staff!

"Very well then, Janet" my boss said, nodding at the girl. "You know what to do."

The girl hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, her eyes locking with mine. I could see the uncertainty in her gaze, but there was something else there, too. A spark of something dark, something hungry. She wanted it! She wanted to humiliate me!

"Please..." I whispered, my voice trembling. "Don't..." It was directed at my boss, at her, at the entire staff.

She didn't respond. Instead, she stepped behind me, her hands resting on my hips as she guided me over to the table. I could feel the rough wood against my skin as she bent me over it, my body exposed to the entire room.

"Okay," my boss said, her voice calm. "You may begin."

The first smack came out of nowhere, the sharp sound of her hand against my bare skin echoing through the room. I gasped, my body jerking forward as the pain shot through me.

"Ah!" I cried out, my voice breaking as another smack followed, then another. Each one was harder than the last, the sting building and building until I could barely stand it.

I tried to keep my composure and fought not to cry. I didn't want them to see me like that. But one hit after the other landed on my bottom without pause. Every hit seemed harder and I slowly lost control of my feelings and the tears forming in my eyes.

And then the first rolled down my cheek, burning my skin from shame.

"Too late to cry now!", my boss said coldly. "Your tears won't help you! Janet, hit her harder!"

"No, please! Please don't!"

But Janet had no mercy with me. She hit me harder.

"Please," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Please, stop..."

But she didn't stop. The smacks kept coming, each one more painful than the last. I could hear the laughter of my colleagues, their cruel taunts cutting through the air like knives.

"Look at her," someone said, their voice dripping with mockery. "What a mess."

"She's crying like a baby," another added, their laughter ringing in my ears.

I could feel myself breaking, the humiliation and pain too much to bear. My sobs grew louder, my body trembling as I struggled to hold myself together.

"Please..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll do anything... Just... just stop..."

But no one stopped. The smacks kept coming, the laughter growing louder, the humiliation sinking deeper and deeper.

And then, finally, it was over. The girl stepped back, her hands falling to her sides as I collapsed onto the table, my body shaking in sobs.

"Good," my boss said, her voice calm and cold. "I hope this teaches you a lesson never to hurt the company again. Otherwise the company will retaliate!"

I didn't want to admit it, but there was something comforting of being stripped of all my dignity. I felt like a weight was falling from my shoulders, as if I was freed from some invisible shackles. I was now the lowest in the hierarchy of the office. I would never be able again to look my coworkers in the eyes without being reminded of my humiliation. And there was something soothing about the thought. I did not have to pretend anymore that I was one of them, I would never have to compete with them again. Because everyone knew who I was, what I was. Miss Johnson had stripped me of my dignity, and there was something deep down inside of me that was even grateful.

Chapter 2

"Stand up, Sarah," Miss Johnson's voice cut through my shame and my short-lived hope that my ordeal had ended. I flinched, my entire body trembling as I rose. My hands were instinctively moving to cover myself. The cold air of the office touched my skin, making every inch of me feel exposed, vulnerable. My cheeks burned with shame, my eyes darting around the room, searching for some kind of escape or sympathy. But there was none. Only the cold, hard stares of my colleagues who enjoyed my predicament and surrender to them.

However there was another feeling. Not just shame. There was also something warm forming in my groin, some deep longing, some pleasure.

"Stop hiding," my boss snapped, her tone sharp and aggressive. "You've embarrassed this company enough. Now, you're going to show us just how sorry you are. You need to apologize to everyone here! Walk around the office. Kneel in front of each and every one of your coworkers and ask for their forgiveness. Right now!"

I stood there, shocked and completely exposed.

"Please," I whispered, my voice shaking. "I'll do anything else. Just... please don't make me-- Isn't that enough punishment?"

"Now, Sarah," Miss Johnson interrupted, her voice like ice. "Move!"

I swallowed hard, my knees trembling. My hands fell to my sides, the humiliation of my nakedness burning through me. I took a hesitant step forward, my bare feet on the cold floor.

The first desk was Joe's. The man who always leered at me, who made inappropriate comments. His eyes were locked on me now, a big grin on his pudgy face. I stopped in front of him, my body trembling as I bowed deeply, dropping to my knees, my hair falling forward to shield my face.

"I... I'm sorry," I stammered, my voice barely audible. "Please forgive me!"

He laughed, the sound grating against my ears. "Forgive you? Look at the state of you. You're a disgrace, Sarah. A complete and utter disgrace!"

My cheeks burned hotter, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. I straightened up, forcing myself to move to the next desk. Each step felt like a mile, each kneel a weight on my shoulders furthering my descent but also my uncontrollable lust for this humiliation.

At Janet's desk, I hesitated. The girl who had just spanked me in front of everyone. The girl who was now staring at me with a smug, satisfied grin. I bowed low, dropping to my knees, my voice trembling as I spoke. "I'm sorry, Janet. Please forgive me!"

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes roaming over my naked body. "You should be sorry," she said, her voice was full of mockery. "But I'm not sure you've learned your lesson yet. Not really!"

"I'm so sorry, Madam! But I have learned my lesson, please believe me! Please!"

I could not believe how I degraded myself in front of her and how there was this sick longing in me for more.

I straightened up, tears streaming down my face as I moved to the next desk. The humiliation was unbearable, the weight of their stares crushing me. Each kneel, each apology, felt like another nail in the coffin of my dignity.

Finally, I reached the end of the row, my body trembling with shame. I turned to face Miss Johnson, falling to my knees as my legs gave in under the weight of it all, my eyes pleading for mercy. "Please... please, I've done what you asked. Can I... can I stop now?"

She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Not yet, Sarah. Janet," she said, turning to the younger girl. "You're in charge of her for the rest of the week. Make sure she learns her lesson!"

Janet's grin widened as she stood, her eyes locked on mine. "Yes, Miss Johnson," she said.

"Good," my boss said, her tone final. "Sarah, get on your knees."

My heart sank, my legs giving out as I dropped to the floor. I could feel the cold tile against my skin, the humiliation burning through me. Janet stepped forward, her hand tangling in my hair. She yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at her.

"Time for a little parade," she said, her voice filled with cruel delight.

I dreaded that pose because on all fours everyone would have a good look at my most private parts and my swollen pussy. Swollen from this degenerate excitement. And I could feel my juices on my pussy lips. I am sure they would be on display for my colleagues just as well if I was paraded through the office like an animal.

She began to walk, her grip on my hair as she dragged me behind her. I crawled on my hands and knees, the cold floor biting into my skin. The eyes of my colleagues were on me, their laughter and taunts echoing in my ears.

"Look at her," someone said, their voice filled with disgust. "What a disgrace. She is totally wet! She is enjoying this shit!"

"Pathetic," another added.

Janet stopped in the middle of the office. She turned to face me. "Alright, Sarah," she said, her voice cold and commanding. "Here's what's going to happen. For the rest of the day, you're going to stay naked. You're going to service every single person in this office, however they like. Do you understand?"

I swallowed hard as I nodded. "Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Good," she said, her smirk widening. "Now, get to work."

She released my hair, stepping back to watch as I crawled over to the first desk, my body trembling with shame. The humiliation was unbearable, the weight of their stares crushing me. But I had no choice. I had to do as I was told.

I reached the first desk, my hands trembling as I looked up at my coworker. "How... how can I service you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Chapter 3

"Crawl, Sarah. Now." Janet's voice was sharp, commanding, and left no room. I flinched, my cheeks burning as I dropped to my hands and knees on the cold office floor. The humiliating seemed to echo through the room, amplifying my shame. I could feel the weight of my colleagues' stares, the hungry curiosity of my coworkers as they watched my descent in to depravity.

I crawled forward, my trembling hands barely able to support me as I made my way to Janet's desk. Her smug smile was the first thing I saw when I looked up, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Good girl," she purred, leaning back in her chair. "Now, why don't you start by getting me a coffee? And make it quick. Cream and sugar! Chop chop!"

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I nodded. "Y-yes, Janet... Madam," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. I turned and crawled toward the office kitchen, the cold air on my bare skin making me shiver. I could hear the murmurs and chuckles behind me, the talk of my coworkers as they watched my humiliation unfold.

I was crawling through the office like an animal, my body exposed for everyone to see.

I reached the kitchen and stood on shaky legs, my hands trembling as I reached for the coffee maker. I was trying to block out the reality of what was happening, but it was impossible. Every movement brought a fresh wave of shame, every glance from a coworker a reminder of my vulnerability.

I poured the coffee, my hands shaking so badly that I nearly spilled it. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to steady my grip as I carried the cup back to Janet's desk on my hands and knees. With the coffee in one hand, I could crawl online incredibly slowly, always careful, not to spill anything.

"Here you go," I whispered, placing the cup on her desk with a mix of humiliation and something else--something I didn't want to acknowledge but that was clear for everyone to see.

It turned me on.

It made me horny and wet!

Janet smirked, taking a slow sip of the coffee. "Not bad," she said, her tone mocking. "But you're going to have to do better than that if you want to make up for your mistakes."

I nodded, my head bowed in shame. "Yes, Madam," I whispered.

Her eyes roamed over my naked body. "Now, why don't you crawl under my desk and give me a foot massage? I've had a long day, and I think I deserve a little pampering."

My stomach churned at the thought, but I knew better than to argue. I got under her desk as she kicked off her heels and placed her feet on my thighs, her toes poking my stomach.

I began to massage her feet. The sensation was bizarre--it was degrading, certainly, but there was something almost soothing about serving her. As if in a fucked up way I was thanking her for all the humiliation she heaped on me and fulfilling my disgusting desires.

The rhythmic motion of my hands, the warmth of her feet against my skin... it was strangely calming in a way I couldn't explain. And under the desk I was shielded from all the looks of my colleagues.

"That's it," Janet purred, leaning back in her chair. "Just like that. You're learning your place, aren't you, Sarah?"

I nodded submissively. "Yes, Madam," my voice trembled.

She chuckled, the sound sending a fresh wave of shame through me. "Good. I think you're starting to understand just how much you've messed up. And believe me, you're going to be making up for it!"

My hands continued their work as I tried to block out the reality of what was happening. But it was impossible.

As I worked, I could feel my body betraying me--my skin tingling, my breath quickening, my heart racing. There was something deeply wrong about it, something I didn't want to acknowledge. But it was there, undeniable and inescapable.