Warning: This is a spanking/humiliation story.
Chapter 2
Unfortunately, reality set in when I got home from work after the humiliating punishment I received. Now that I had escaped the adrenaline of possibly losing my job, I was left with the daunting memory of what my young boss had done to me.
There were so many questions I had for myself, like, "Did that really just happen?" and, "How did I let such an entitled bitch do something so humiliating to me?" Those thoughts were driving me crazy and I did everything I could to take my mind away from them, but with how utterly embarrassing the encounter was, there was no escaping the reality of what I just suffered.
Up to this point in my life, I had so much to be proud of. I was successful, athletic, and attractive, if I do say so myself. But now that I had been reduced to getting my butt spanked like I was some bad little girl, I couldn't help but feel like none of those things even mattered anymore.
This was my life, and I just had to accept that Trish was dealt a better hand than I was. All I could do was hope that I would never have to swallow my pride like that again now that I knew such an entitled and undeserving woman held my future in her hands.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my eyes were red. I don't remember crying, but I guess it wouldn't have been too shocking, given the embarrassment I just suffered.
As I got undressed, I took a quick peek at my butt, since it was still burning a little after the spanking. I didn't want to admit that Trish was capable of hurting me, but I was curious to see if all those stinging blows actually left a mark.
Much to my surprise, my tender cheeks were much redder than I expected. They were covered in large red circles, making it obvious that I had just received a spanking. Unfortunately for me, this was from an actual punishment, not just some kinky foreplay from my non-existent sex life.
For some odd reason, I continued my gaze as I turned around and faced the mirror. My eyes crept down to my little bush, bringing back memories of when the little blonde ran her fingers through my brown pubes.
Red in the face, I considered shaving it. It was already trimmed, but the way Trish teased me about it made me feel insecure. I was left wondering if a clean canvas would have been more acceptable in her eyes.
As I looked around for my razor, I quickly realized how silly I was for even considering my young boss's preference for my pubic hair. Most importantly, I had accepted that the events from that day were just a onetime, never to be spoken about again situation, so it's not like she would ever see me with my pants down again, anyway.
While in the midst of that ridiculous debate I was having in my own head, my phone vibrated, grabbing my attention. When I realized it was my sister, I quickly gathered myself before answering, "Hey, Rachel!"
"Hi, Rebecca... You sound startled. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."
Leaving the razor, I pulled my panties back up before walking out of the bathroom. "Of course not! I was just... making some plans for decorating... How are you?"
"I'm good..." my sister responded, thrown off by my flustered tone. "I'm going on a date this Saturday with a guy I met online. His best friend is single, so I figured we could make it a double date."
This was something Rachel did often. For some reason, she had no faith in me ever finding a date for myself, so she would always try to set me up. Sometimes I'd go, but other times I'd be too busy with work. Either way, the dates would usually end up a dud anyway, so it's not like it even mattered if I actually went.
On that particular Saturday, there was no way I could make the date. However, I had to come up with a good excuse because explaining that I had just been spanked by the CEO's daughter after she threatened to fire me if I didn't show up on Saturday wasn't a path I wanted to go down.
Stumbling over my words, I explained, "That sounds fun, Rachel... but I have a project.... like a big project for work... so I can make it any Saturday except this one... But this project will be great for my career.... and I'll eventually have enough money to buy that rental property I've been wanting!"
I don't know if I was trying to convince her or myself that my future would be okay despite what was currently going on in my career. Rachel had always been pretty competitive with me and was critical that I had not taken my dating life seriously as I was approaching my thirties.
"Okay, that's nice and all but what's the point of making all that money if you can't find a guy to share your life with," she finally responded, putting me down as I expected the moment I picked up the phone. "I keep setting you up on dates, but eventually you're going to have to put some work into this, too. I don't want you ending up alone like one of those crazy cat ladies."
"I know, I know! I'm just too busy this Saturday... But maybe next time!"
"You're always so wound up. Maybe you just need to get fucked so you can relax a little. If you had some dick, maybe you wouldn't be so stressed out all the time."
I didn't know if that was advice or an insult, but the way I took it was that my sister was going to be a hoe that weekend and let some stranger on the internet get between her legs. She just wanted me to do the same so she'd have an excuse for herself.
Rolling my eyes, I decided to take the higher ground as I responded, "Next time, Sis."
"Okay," Rachel said with a loud sigh. "I'm going on the date without you, though. Don't get mad if I brag about how much fun I have."
I ended the call just as cordially as I answered it. However, I found myself almost more annoyed with her antics than I was at my young boss... No... let me take that back.
The reality is that I was trying to prove my sister wrong by establishing a good life for myself before getting desperate with my dating life. Unfortunately, the key to that success seemed to lie in the hands of an evil little witch. And much to my displeasure, she had just used those evil little hands to spank my ass...
Somehow, I was able to swallow my pride that night and focus on what was most important in my life. I was only months away from having the savings I needed to start my real estate project. Though I wasn't proud of some of the things I had to accept in my life, I decided that my financial future was most important, so that was going to be my focus no matter how bad things got with Rachel or Trish.
***
When I got back to work on Monday, I tried to keep my head down and pretend that none of the embarrassing events from the previous week actually happened. However, that proved difficult since it was the first time I was in the office while Trish was there.
I didn't know how things would go when I encountered my boss again. I just hoped I could stay on her good side so I'd never have to beg for my job again. As much as I hated her, I fully understood that I needed to act respectful to her. Since she had all the power, there was nothing I could do but skate by until I had enough saved in the bank.
The good news for me was that Trish normally stayed in her office. As much as it annoyed me the previous week, I suddenly found myself happy to know she would be too occupied with watching TV and napping to ever come out. This way, I could avoid her all together, and the longer I didn't see her, the easier it was for me to pretend the events from the previous week didn't actually happen.
