Princess Boss Ch 07

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 co-workers being mistreated by their young boss, who was only given the job because her daddy is the CEO. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 7

As a proud and successful businesswoman, I truly believed I was in control of my own destiny. And though I didn't have anything to be proud of as of late, and my dignity had pretty much been thrown into the trash, I decided it was once again time for me to take life by the horns and fight for what I believed in.

Mary and Sally did not deserve to be considered in the same breath as me. Yes, all three of us received humiliating and painful spankings from our spoiled boss, but Trish needed to know that I wasn't really a bad girl like those bitches.

Those two were always getting me in trouble with our little blonde boss. It was their stupid argument that led to my butt receiving a whipping in the first place. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that's why I needed some alone time with Trish; so I could tell her my side of the story without one of those petty little bitches interrupting me.

My body was shaking as I approached her office. Before knocking, I took a deep breath and whispered to myself,

You can do this... You have to do this!

I had no idea how our young boss would take to seeing me after dishing out such a harsh punishment on my poor behind. I was nervous that she was still angry with me, and that I would only make matters worse by showing up again after she had already kicked us out. However, I just couldn't go home like those other bitches. I had to say something!

Quietly, I knocked on the door. "Miss Trish... it's Rebecca... I know you told us to leave, but may I please talk to you...?"

I didn't know if I would ever get a response, but eventually, I heard her little footsteps approaching the door, followed by her pretentious voice. "Rebecca? I don't know who that is..."

My eyebrows raised in confusion. "Of course you know who I am. I work for you..."

"I'm sure you work for me, but the name Rebecca doesn't sound familiar. Do you, like... have a nickname or something? Maybe that'll jog my memory."

I took a deep gulp and my cheeks got red as I looked down at my crotch. "Um... the nickname you gave me... is Hairy..."

"Oh, Hairy!" she called out before opening the door and greeting me with a smile. "Why didn't you just like, say so?"

You know who I am,

I whined silently to myself. However, I knew I couldn't say something like that or I'd just end up over her lap again.

"I'm sorry. I guess I forgot about the very sweet nickname you gave me."

"That's okay, Hairy. But I thought... I like... told you to leave. What gives you the audacity to come back to my office?"

Though she was giggling like this whole situation was a joke to her, I wasn't taking it lightly at all. I started to fuss, pouring out my heart like a teenage girl who had just been broken up with.

"Miss Trish, I wanted to apologize for my behavior! I know you told me to go home, but I just couldn't leave without telling you how absolutely sorry I am!"

Unfortunately, while I was on the verge of tears, there was only confusion in her eyes. Had I made yet another mistake? What could I have possibly done wrong now?

"Um, Hairy..." she started, folding her arms as a look of disappointment came over her face.

"Yes, Miss Trish?"

"Have you, like, forgotten the rules or something?"

My head shot back in other confusion. "Rules? What rule am I not following?"

She stared at me for several seconds, eyeing me from my head down to my toes. Taking a step closer, she placed a finger on my blouse and whispered, "Do you, like... need a clue or something?"

"Um... I can't figure it out, Miss Trish. I knocked on the door and waited for you to let me in instead of barging inside..."

"It's your clothes, Hairy," she interrupted, rolling her eyes.

"My clothes? What's wrong with them?"

"You, like... shouldn't be wearing them."

My eyes shot wide open. "I shouldn't be wearing clothes?!"

"That's the rule," the cute blonde said as she shrugged her shoulders. "If you're in my office, you need permission to wear clothes. I gave you permission to put them back on earlier, but since you've, like, left and come back, you no longer have permission."

"Miss Trish!" I reacted, cringing in front of her like she hadn't just seen me naked a few moments ago. "I'm sorry! I guess I was unaware of that rule!"

"Well, maybe I like... haven't made myself clear before, but that's like... totally the rule from here on out."

"So... get undressed right now?"

"You're in my office, aren't you?"

I started to take my clothes off until I was down to my bra and panties. "Just to clarify, underwear too?"

With a little smirk, she began rubbing my crotch right through my panties. "How else am I going to see that little bush of yours, Hairy? Everything except your heels."

I gasped as she let out another giggle. It was yet another sign of how far I had fallen, but none of that mattered at this point. I just wanted her to know my side of the story, so I did as I was told and got completely naked again, down to my shoes.

Immediately, Trish's eyes grew big. I guess my bottom had become even more red since the spanking. She grabbed me by the hips and turned me around so she could marvel in the humiliation she put me through. "Oh, my God! I like... spanked you so hard, didn't I?"

"Um... yes, Miss Trish... And I actually wanted to talk about the reason I was spanked..."

"Oh? What about it?"

Finally, she gave me the opportunity to spill my guts. "Well, though I would never question your judgment, I think I should be in less trouble than Sally and Mary. They were the ones that were actually fighting, and I was just trying to stop them, but..."

Once again, she cut me off before I could deep dive into a full explanation. With that pretentious chuckle she always had, she interrupted by saying, "Sally and Mary? Hmm... those names don't sound familiar to me either."

"Oh... um... I meant Baldy and Stubbly..."

Trish snapped her finger. "Oh, them! Why didn't you just say so?"

"Um... sorry... I forgot," I mumbled, as my face went completely red again.

You just don't know how humiliating it is to try to explain your case while standing naked, knowing that everyone in the story has a nickname based on their pubic hair situation. It was demeaning... and she was laughing at me... literally laughing in my face...

Finally, I gave up. "Miss Trish, the reason we barged into your office isn't important," I started, taking a deep breath. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm really sorry, and I'll do my best never to disappoint you again..."

There was an awkward silence because, for once, she didn't have something condescending to say to me. She still had me turned around so she could stare at my battered ass, but once I looked back at her, I noticed she was smiling at my face now.

"You know what, Hairy?" she started, making my heart race again. "That's actually, like, pretty big of you to come in here and apologize a second time."

I was frozen, not sure if this was just another one of her tricks. "Do you mean it, Miss Trish?" I asked in a quiet voice.

"I do," she answered with a giggle. "I mean, like... look at you right now. You're in here trying to fix your relationship with your boss, but they're not. I mean, like, where are they?"

My eyes got big, like I had seen a shooting star. "That's true!" I exclaimed with pure excitement. "They didn't have the decency to come in here and apologize a second time like I did!"

"Yes, that's right," she said, baby-talking me like I was a little kid. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

I was embarrassed, but I felt a sense of pride because I had never heard her say anything positive about me or the other workers. With my hands on my hips, and my chest poking forward, I nodded my head. "Yes, I am! I'm your good girl!"

"You're not a bad girl like Baldy and Stubbly, huh?"

"Of course, I'm not! Sometimes I'm a bad girl because I make mistakes, but for the most part, I'm a good girl!"

"Yes, you are. You're

my

good girl, right?"

"Uh huh! I'm

your

good girl!"

Trish then giggled for a second before walking right up to me. With her short stature, she looked up at me with a smile. "Well, I appreciate you for coming in here and telling me that you want to be my good girl."

"Of course, Miss Trish! Anything for you!"

"And you know what, Hairy?" the blonde started with a little wink. "I think my good girl, like, deserves an award or something. What do you think?"

Finally, the recognition I deserve!

I screamed in my head. "Yes! Your good girl

does

deserve a reward."

"So, like, what do you want?"

I took a moment to think about it, but I began to pout because there were just so many different things I wanted. She must have noticed the struggle on my face, because she whispered in a soothing voice, "Don't think about it too hard. Just tell me what my good girl really wants."

Finally, I just let out the first thing that came to my mind. "It's not like I've been keeping count or anything, but I just feel like I'm a bit behind on kisses compared to Baldy and Stubbly.

"Oh? Is that right?"

"Yeah!" I reacted, putting my foot down. "May I have a few more, just to make sure I'm all caught up?"

Trish giggled, but it wasn't demeaning to me. It felt like she was actually proud of my request. She asked, "You want to catch up to them, huh? What if I accidentally give you too many, and you like, pass them?"

My cheeks went bright at the prospect of being in first place for kisses. "That would be totally fine, Miss Trish!"

She then laughed at me again with a surprised face. "You're a motivated one, aren't you?"

"Yes! Motivated to be your good girl!"

"Well then, like, get over here and give your princess boss a kiss."

I stepped closer to her, with my exposed body almost pressing against her much smaller frame. My voluptuous breasts were close to her face, but she was looking up at my eyes. It's not that I wanted her to look at my chest; I just hoped when she caught a glimpse of them that she would think they were up to her standards.

Leaning down, I puckered up to give her a peck on the lips. By this time, she had stopped turning her head so we could give her kisses on the cheek. She didn't even make it seem like an accident anymore when my lips connected with hers. It was all probably a game, just a humiliate me, but that didn't matter; I wanted my kisses, and I wanted to be her good girl!

When I received my kiss, a smile came over my face. "Did you enjoy that, Hairy?" she asked with a smirk.

Brushing my hair out of my face, I answered, "I did, Miss Trish. Thank you!"

"How about a couple more, just to make sure you're all caught up with the other bitches?"

"Yes, please!" I squealed, squirming in place.

Unfortunately, before I could lean down to kiss her lips again, she did something that distracted me. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I caught a glimpse of her hand reaching towards my crotch. I didn't know why, but my heart started to race.

Much to my confusion, Trish placed her hand against my fluff before gently grabbing a hold of it. I looked down at her and whimpered, "What are you doing, Miss Trish?"

"I just needed something to hold you by," she answered with a snarky little laugh. "It's a good thing you have all this hair for me to hold on to, isn't it?"

I wanted to stomp my feet and pout, but I didn't want to appear ungrateful to her. After all, I was getting the kisses I wanted. She was just going to hold me by my pubes while I received them.

"What's wrong, Hairy? You've gotten so quiet, even though it looks like there's something on your mind."

"Nothing's wrong, Miss Trish," I responded, because there was nothing else I could say. It wasn't like I could tell her that I wished she was just holding onto my hips or my shoulders while we were kissing.

"That's a good girl. Now come here and give your amazing boss a kiss."

As I started to lean into her, I could feel a sharp pain in my crotch. Trish was tugging me by my pubes, bringing me into her. I was already coming towards her, so I didn't see the point, but it was almost all I could think about as I reached down and touched her lips with mine.

Immediately after the kiss, I began to pull away. However, Trish pulled me right back by my fluff, forcing me to lean into her again. Out of pure instinct, I gave her another kiss because our faces were so close. But once I pulled away again, she just brought me right back, by my pubic hair, for yet another kiss.

"Miss Trish, what are you doing?!" I whined while struggling under her control.

She kept pulling me towards her, and I gave her a kiss every time, despite how flustered I was. Of course, I loved getting to taste her lips, but I was humiliated from being womanhandled by my pubic hairs!

"I'm giving you what you wanted, don't you remember?" she said, making a "muah!" sound every time our lips touched. "Do you not like it?"

"I like it, but... you're pulling my pubes so hard!"

"Don't you love it? Your little fluff is like a handle for me. I can pull you in closer anytime I need."

I continued to struggle and moan as she jerked me back and forth. Eventually, I placed my hands on her little shoulders for stability, but now only my hips were moving back and forth, almost like I was humping her.

Trish giggled at me, and I felt even more embarrassed, but she continued to kiss me so I guess I couldn't complain. However, when she finally let me go, I stumbled backwards, almost tripping over myself. I was red in the cheeks, staring at her while she looked back at me with her devious blue eyes.

"Shouldn't you be, like... thanking me for all those kisses I gave you?"

I struggled to get myself back together. "Um... yes, Miss Trish! Thank you so much!"

"That was like...

so

many kisses... You're like... totally in first place now."

"Am I really, Miss Trish?!" I reacted as my eyes lit up. "Do you just mean in kisses, or do you mean overall?"

She placed a finger on her chin, pondering my question for a second. "Hmm... you're probably in first place overall, but it's still a tight race."

Without even thinking about it, I jumped up for joy. As my heels hit the floor, there was a loud clack, and my breasts bounced up and down. I could only imagine how immature I looked to her in that moment.

"Oh, that excited you, didn't it?"

My face went red, and I covered my mouth with my hands. "Yes... Sorry if I overreacted... Being in first place is all I've ever wanted..."

Trish giggled and rolled her eyes for some reason. "You're like... so funny, Hairy."

"Um... sorry... Is that a bad thing?"

Shaking her head, she answered, "No, it's actually a good thing. I find you entertaining, and that's like the best compliment I can give someone."

Once again, I jumped for joy, not even realizing I had done it. "It just makes me so happy to hear things like that!"

Trish giggled as she walked slowly towards the couch. Taking a seat, she started to kick her shoes off. "Maybe you deserve another award? Would you like to suck my toes again?"

Immediately, I ran over and got down on my knees in front of her. As her shoes slowly fell off, I placed her cute little toes into my mouth, sucking each of them one at a time. "Mhmm! Yes! Thank you!"

"Oh, my! You really are my good girl, aren't you?"

I could hardly talk with her wiggly little toes in my mouth. I just mumbled, "Mmmhmmm! Mmm!"

Whenever Trish pushed her other foot towards me, I switched and took care of that one. It didn't matter to me how many times I sucked each one of her cute toes; all that mattered was that I was providing her pleasure, and the other girls weren't.

"You're like... doing

such

a good job, my good girl," she said with a pretentious chuckle. "I bet you wish you could do this

all

day."

"Mhmm! Yes!"

"Well, that's a little too bad, isn't it? I only have so much time in my busy day. I like... need to get going soon."

Suddenly, my eyes grew big at the idea that she would be leaving me soon. I wanted another kiss, but even more than that, I wanted to separate myself even further from the pack.

Looking up with sad eyes, I took her foot out of my mouth and massaged it with my hands. "Miss Trish... may I make one more request?"

"What is it, Hairy?"

After a quiet moan, I made my embarrassing revelation. "I was really sad when I found out Sally... I mean Stubbly.. was licking your toes before me, because I get super jealous when they get to do something with you that I haven't done. So... may I please do something the others haven't done yet?"

A sly smile started to grow over the young blonde. "Hmm... you get jealous, huh? Well, what did you, like... want?"

"Um... I don't really know... I really didn't have anything in mind yet..."

"I think I have something in mind," she interrupted, as the smile on her face only grew bigger. With just her finger, she waved me closer to her, and I followed like an obedient puppy.

As I waited there quietly, she started to take off her jacket. Now, only covered by her tank top, I noticed her starting to play with the straps.

My eyes grew big as she slid not only her tank top, but her bra straps, down the side of her arm. She then pulled one side of her top down, revealing her small breast and her tiny but hard nipple.

"Miss... Trish..."

"Since you like sucking my feet so much, why don't you suck on this instead?"

For the first time, despite all the kisses, playing with my pubes, and spankings to my bottom, I started to question my boss's sexuality. With a nervous tone, I asked, "Why do you want me to suck on your nipple... Miss Trish?"

Immediately, she rolled her eyes and began fixing her bra and tank top. "Oh, never mind then. If you don't want to do it, you don't have to. I just thought you wanted to be in first place."

Without a thought, I dropped back to my knees and placed my hands in her lap. "That's not what I meant, Miss Trish! I'm so sorry! I would love to suck on your nipple!"

As soon as she released that adorable breast again, I plunged my mouth onto it and sucked relentlessly. I couldn't miss this opportunity to separate myself from the others.

"Oh, my! It seems like you've had a change of heart."

Once again, I wanted to express my gratitude, but I didn't want to keep my lips from her either. With my mouth full of her tit, I just moaned in pleasure, hoping that would represent how honored I was in that moment.

"You're being, like... such a good girl right now," Trish whispered as she combed her little fingers through my long brown hair. She then pulled the other side of her tank top down, exposing her other tit. "Maybe I should, like, double your reward."

I latched on to her other nipple immediately, sucking and licking on it like I was desperate for milk. Her breathing grew just a bit heavier, making me think that I had possibly given her some pleasure. It gave me the adrenaline I needed to stimulate her nipples the way she deserved, without any hesitation on my part.

Trish continued to comb her little fingers through my hair and even pressed me against her by the back of my head. "You're, like... doing such a good job, Hairy. You're definitely in first place now."

There was no telling how much time had passed with me latched onto her nipples. I felt like I could have done it forever, because knowing that I was providing her pleasure was the most satisfaction I had felt in a long time.