Author's note - This is a humiliation, spanking, lesbian fantasy story. It's a bit of a slow burn with a lot of teasing. All characters are over the age of eighteen. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
Just like any other day at the office, I took my lunch break with my friend Mary. We always packed our own lunches to save money and sipped on the company's coffee until it was time to get back to work. On this day, however, I dreaded getting back more than normal. Things had changed recently, and it was starting to take its toll, mentally.
"What's wrong?" Mary asked, offering to pour me some more coffee. "Tired from house hunting?"
"No, I've barely started the pre-approval process. I guess I've just been having a hard time since... well, you know who got hired."
"Oh, right," she responded, rolling her eyes with me.
Recently, our supervisor had taken a position at another company, leaving his spot vacant. After working my ass off for six years at the company and constantly being the most productive employee, I thought I was a shoo-in for the position. It made all the sense in the world. I was the most qualified, all the other employees respected me, and the interviewees even told me they would recommend I get the position. What could possibly go wrong?
Much to everyone's shock, our company decided to go with an outside hire instead. And this isn't some case where they found someone that was better than all of us. They hired this young little bitch who hardly looked old enough to hold a can of beer, much less a prestigious position at our company.
"I'll just... I'll just never understand the hire," I said, shaking my head. "Trish looks like she should barely be in college; not supervising our branch."
Mary started shaking her head even faster as the frustration showed on her face. "She must have slept with someone to get that position. There's no way she was qualified over any of us!"
"That must be it," I agreed, picturing the tiny supervisor. "Not that this even matters or anything, but it's not like she's all that hot! I mean, she's cute and all, but she has tiny boobs and barely any curves. I'm guessing she had to suck someone's dick to get her position because she couldn't have got it based on her credentials or her body."
Normally, I wasn't one to talk shit about people's looks, but I felt no guilt talking about Trish. I know not everyone is born with an amazing body, but hers was severely lacking compared to mine.
Of course, I would never want to get a promotion based on my looks or some sexual gratification I could provide. It had actually been years since I was with a man. I was so caught up with my career and with becoming a real estate investor that I hardly had time for any relationships outside of work.
My only real relationships at the time, besides my parents, were with my friends at work. And now that the previous supervisor had left, and was replaced by the little bitch, I was practically surrounded by women.
I lived by myself in a luxury condo that was a bit more expensive than I would have preferred. However, I thought I deserved it. I did nothing but work and save money since the day I graduated from college, so I enjoyed at least coming home to a nice place with expensive furniture.
Even though I had a valued place to stay, I had big plans to buy another property. It wasn't going to be for me, though. I just had this dream of being a real estate mogul and renting out properties for extra income.
Thinking about my dream, I explained to Mary, "I want to leave, because she's so awful to work for. But switching jobs looks terrible when you're applying for a mortgage, and it would be too risky when I'm trying to save up for a down payment."
"That sucks..."
"It's hard enough trying to research houses after work. With how busy we've been here recently, I don't have time to get any extra-curricular stuff done while I'm at the office."
"You know why we have so much extra work, right?" my friend asked, rolling her eyes. "I heard Trish basically does nothing, so all these extra assignments are because she's not doing them!"
"What?!"
"Yeah! I heard she just sits in her office, either playing on her phone or watching TV! And I also heard that someone from IT created an algorithm on her computer that pretty much does all the calculations for her. All she has to do is enter a couple numbers and she's done!"
"God, that fucking pisses me off!" I exclaimed, clutching my fist as I became a ball of rage. "I can't put into words how upset it makes me that some undeserving spoiled girl is having her life handed to her while people like us are out there working our asses off, fighting for every penny we get!"
Suddenly, we realized our conversation was getting a little too loud when one of our other coworkers, Sally, walked in. In her usual timid voice, she asked, "Can you guys please not talk like that? Someone might overhear your conversation."
Mary and I both rolled our eyes at our short coworker. Of the three of us, Sally was the only one that was similar in size to Trish. That was the only explanation we could see for our little coworker to have such sympathy for the spoiled boss.
"Doesn't it piss you off that she does nothing and gets away with it?" Mary asked, trying to instill a little courage in the normally shy woman. "You know she probably sucked someone's dick to get that position, right?"
"Mary... Rebecca... I was just as shocked as you guys that she became our new boss, but I don't think we should be starting rumors about things we don't know."
"You're just too nice, Sally," I said, frustrated at my short friend. "Someone needs to stand up to her, and it might as well be me. I'm going to tell her I'm not doing these extra assignments. She needs to get off her lazy ass and share some of the workload. Just because she's our supervisor doesn't mean she can't share some of the responsibilities."
"I don't think that's a good idea," the little brunette reacted, twiddling her fingers. "Besides, it's really not that much more work."
At that point, I just couldn't deal with Sally's lack of confidence. I got up from my seat and went straight for our spoiled boss's office. Knocking on her door, I called out, "Trish, I need to speak with you!"
My heart wasn't even rushing. I was too determined in that moment. And besides, I was a star athlete when I was in high school, so nothing about that skinny little girl intimidated me.
Finally, the woman of the hour opened the door and stepped out. With her precious blonde hair, her tiny frame, her freckles, and her little princess demeanor, there was not a single thing about her I found respectful.
"Can I help you, Rebecca?" she asked, smiling at me with that stupid smirk she always had on her face. I swear to god, I bet she didn't have a care in the world because everything was handed to her on a silver platter.
"Look, these new impact reports you've been giving us... I'm not going to do them," I said, putting my foot down.
