Warning: This is a spanking/humiliation/lezdom fetish story. All characters are at least 18 years or older. If you're new to this story, it's about a hardworking woman and her coworkers who are mistreated by their young boss, who was only given the job because her daddy is the CEO. Big thank you to Chief Hal for helping edit this story! I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 6
Once again, I found myself on the edge of tears at the hands of the spoiled princess. She had once again left me humiliated and a shell of the respected woman I used to be.
This time, however, the embarrassment wasn't from the actions Trish took on me. Instead, it was from an action she chose not to take with me... She didn't kiss me... after she allowed both of my stupid co-workers to get a kiss. Why did they deserve one, and not me?!
I was lost in thought, not even understanding the magnitude of everything that had occurred. My wrist was being pulled by Mary, who was walking Sally and me out of Trish's office, after all three of us were put in our place.
Though office hours were over, and we had already been dismissed for the day, we needed a moment in the break room to debrief on the new state of our lives. Unfortunately, I didn't know exactly what to say, so I just sort of stood there, staring at them. But before too long, Mary was the one to get the conversation started... in her own polite way...
"Sally, what the fuck?!" she yelled, placing her hands on her hips as she stared down at the smaller brunette. "You've been pretending you're on our side, but all the while, you've been sucking on Trish's toes and letting her spank you?!"
"Letting her spank me?! I didn't see you put up a fight against her! And you guys never take me seriously, anyway! What was I supposed to do?!"
"You definitely shouldn't have snitched on us! I was doing just fine, not getting my ass smacked like the both of you, apparently. Now you got
me
caught up in this humiliating game!"
"I got
you
caught up?! You're the one that barged into her office, because you just had to know what was going on between her and Rebecca!"
"Speaking of Rebecca," Mary started, as both she and Sally turned their glares towards me. "Just when the hell were you planning on telling me you were making more money just by letting Trish spank your sorry ass?!"
"Sorry ass?!" I reacted, growing defensive. "You were so fucking pathetic when she spanked you. I've never cried and whined as much as you did. You're not the big, tough girl you pretend to be!"
"Oh, I'm sorry I'm not as butch as you are, Miss Jungle Pubes," she shot back, forcing me to go to tomato red in the face. "But I've never seen something quite as pathetic as you complaining about not getting a kiss!"
"If that's so pathetic, then why did you kiss her when she demanded it?"
"Because I don't want to get fired!"
"And you!" I started, turning my body toward little Sally. "You were kissing up and down on Trish's cute little feet. You should be ashamed!"
"Why did you call them cute?!" Sally asked, with a shocked face. "They are cute, but why did you mention it?!"
"Because that's what you probably think, since you've had her feet in your mouth, and I can't even get a kiss!"
"Okay, ladies!" Mary yelled out, trying to get everyone back on track. "That's enough of that! We need to focus on what's important."
"And just what is that?" Sally asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "The fact that you two tried to dismiss me before I put myself in the running for a promotion?"
"Or how about the fact that I'm the only one who can't get a kiss around here?" I added, for some reason, still too angry to realize how embarrassing I sounded.
"Will you shut up about the kisses?!" Mary shouted, causing both me and the shorter brunette to quiet down for once. Letting out a deep breath, she then continued, "We have to face the reality that despite how much we hate this little princess, we've all been getting our asses smacked by her, and there's nothing we can do about it. She has all the power, because she controls who gets a raise and who doesn't."
"So, what do you suggest we do?" Sally and I both asked.
"I, for one, think all three of us need to stand up for ourselves and not let Trish get away with any more of her spoiled antics."
"You know what? You're right," I expressed, finally gaining a bit of my pride back. "I used to be a strong and independent woman. I'm not proud of the person she's been trying to turn me into."
"That's the spirit, Rebecca!"
"You ladies are right," Sally agreed, also appearing disappointed in herself. "I have goals, and I want to gain the respect of the office. Allowing Trish to do such demeaning things to me is the opposite of earning respect. I want to do this the right way."
"That's great, Sally!"
It was a camaraderie I hadn't experienced since playing sports, back in high school. The three of us had always been so competitive with each other, especially Mary and me. This was the first time I could remember us actually encouraging each other. I was more motivated than ever, and I was sure the other two felt exactly the same.
"Starting tomorrow, we don't take anymore of Trish's shit," Mary instructed, standing proudly with her chest out in front of her. "If she tries to manipulate us, we'll report it to HR. And do not let her pit us against each other."
"Yes, no more disrespecting us!"
"And no more spankings either!"
Then, like any cliche team would do, we all put our hands in and did a cheer to celebrate our new beginnings at the office. Trish was no longer in charge of our futures. We now held everything in our own hands.
***
I returned the next day with a new attitude and a confidence I hadn't felt for weeks. After the girls and I agreed not to allow Trish to manipulate us any longer, with her stupid little promotion, I wasn't going to let her trick me into doing any further work.
Mary and I nodded at each other as I walked past her and took a seat at my desk. It was almost a sign of confirmation that we were really going through with this.
Only a few minutes later, I saw Sally for the first time. I must admit, I never really paid attention to her, so it wasn't like me to notice when she showed up, anyway. However, now that we were all on the same page, I gave her a thumbs up as she walked past me, and she, in turn, gave me one right back.
From that moment on, I knew the three of us were now completely aligned with our strategy. That spoiled bimbo was going to have to do her own work from now on. She didn't have us to do her work anymore, and she definitely wasn't going to spank us again.
I was amped, ready to show off my new big girl-attitude as soon as I got a chance. My first opportunity would quickly come, as Trish stepped out of her office and called me to come chat with her.
Once I was inside her office, I stood proudly in front of her for the first time in a while. Unlike the other times I had been in there, when I ended up over her lap, I was ready to say, "No," to any of her humiliating antics.
Immediately, I got my chance. "Do you mind doing this month's Expense Report again?" she asked, sliding the document over to me, as she hardly took her eyes off the movie that was playing on her computer.
While standing firmly, I bravely answered, "I'm not doing it this month. I don't feel right doing an assignment that has your name on it."
Trish sat there for a second and stared at me awkwardly. I was ready for her to threaten me with another spanking. I was ready for any consequences that were coming my way, because we had all agreed that we weren't going to let her humiliate us any longer.
Much to my shock, however, the little princess just shrugged her shoulders before looking back at her computer screen. "That's okay," she said, not sounding inconvenienced at all. "I'll just have one of the other girls do it."
Wanting to stand up for my coworkers, I then advised her, "Mary and Sally won't be doing it either."
She looked at me for just a split second before returning her eyes to her screen. Then, she grabbed the cup of Starbucks that was on her desk and took a big sip before smiling and responding, "We'll see about that..."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, it's nothing..." she said, placing the expensive drink back on her desk. "You can leave now."
Then, in that moment, something about the cup suddenly caught my eye. There was writing on it, but it didn't appear to be her name. I took a step to the side to get a better look, and that's what I noticed something jarring.
The cup had "Sally" written on it. My eyes suddenly grew big, as I realized what those implications meant.
"Miss Trish..." I said in a hesitant tone, still trying to wrap my mind around the revelation of what I had just stumbled on." Did... Sally happen to... buy you coffee this morning?"
The little blonde looked up at me before glancing at her cup. After presenting the name to me more clearly, she just smirked before answering, "Yeah, she offered me Starbucks, like she does every morning. She even texted me, to make sure I didn't want something different this time. Isn't she a good girl?"
All of a sudden, I felt myself shaking from my feet all the way up to my shoulders. There was anger in my eyes, but it wasn't directed at my little boss. Hell no... I was mad at that little conniving bitch, Sally.
Once again, we had a defector in our group. I stood there completely still, wondering what my next move should be. However, as Trish once again told me I was free to leave her office, my emotions got the best of me.
Instead of just reporting the defector to Mary, my heart chose a different path. I once again stood my ground and said what I felt was necessary.
"Miss Trish!" I called out, gaining her attention. As I stared at her, completely red in the face, I announced, "It would be an honor for me to do that report for you!"
The spoiled woman's eyes got big and a little smile came over her face. There was a jolt in my heart, just like I experienced any time I pleased her. I looked at her confidently, and with a deep breath, I continued, "You have more important stuff to do! Please allow me to do that expense report so you can get back to your movie!"
Trish just chuckled to herself before returning her eyes to her screen, just as she deserved. "It isn't a movie," she explained, like that even mattered to me at all, in that moment. "This is a popular Netflix series. Get with the times, Rebecca."
"I'm sorry," I said once again, putting my head down in shame. "With all the work I've done here, I haven't really had any time to watch TV, so I don't even know what's popular."
She then looked up at me, almost as if she felt sorry for her peasant. Pointing at her couch, the generous woman then offered, "You can watch an episode with me if you'd like. Since you're doing that expense report for me, you deserve a little break for now."
"Wait... are you serious?"
"Yeah, why not?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders. She then moved her seat and turned the screen towards the couch. "Don't you want to join me instead of working?"