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 10
With tears in my eyes, as well as bruises on my bottom, I struggled to contain myself as I drove home, sitting on my freshly spanked tushy. The pain and humiliation were bad enough, but the images of Trish choosing to punish Sally over me were what I really couldn't get over.
Over and over, I would try to replace those images with memories of the good times. I tried to picture how much I enjoyed sucking on Trish's nipples earlier that day, even if it meant sharing them with Mary. Still, no matter how much I wanted to move past this horrible day, I knew there was nothing I could do to escape the reality that I was probably now in third place.
That's right... it wasn't just Sally who had pulled one over on me. Mary made herself look obedient as well by following Trish's instructions and giving me a spanking for her!
Mary didn't have precious little hands like Trish. Oh, no! She must have been born in the Amazon or something, the way she pounded my ass!
When I got home, I didn't have the energy to do anything besides sulk in my own self-pity. I took my clothes back off and checked myself in the mirror, just so I could see how much damage Mary did to my behind.
Much to my disgust, she had pushed my ass beyond the shades of red and drifted into the purples. I rubbed my tender cheeks as I whimpered to myself, "I hate Mary! Why does she have to be so strong?!"
More and more, the images of that day popped into my head. There was a frown on my face, like I was the saddest girl in the world. It was like someone had stolen the toy from my Happy Meal, except I was an adult, and it was Trish's attention that I had been deprived of.
I hate those bitches!
I told myself while continuing my temper tantrum. I realized how pathetic I looked in the mirror as I watched my tits bouncing from stomping my feet on the ground.
Red in the face, I growled to myself, "I must have looked so stupid!" The tears continued to stream down my cheeks, and my voice cracked as I whimpered, "I feel like I got cucked!"
Eventually, I could no longer stand the embarrassment of seeing myself in the mirror. Instead, I took a quick shot of whatever alcohol I could find in my kitchen before going to my bedroom and tossing myself onto my king-size mattress.
From there, I cried with my face in the pillow until I was all out of tears. I then asked myself,
What could possibly pull me out of the lowest moment of my life?
Unfortunately, I knew the only thing that could bring me joy was the same thing that had brought me so much sorrow. That thing was a person, and that person was Trish.
Yes, I hated those two other bitches, but it was our boss who had such a heavy pull on my emotions. The only thing that would make me feel better was being on her good side again, and unfortunately for me, it was the weekend, so I wasn't going to see her for days!
As I lay there in bed, too nervous to roll onto my sore behind, I asked myself,
How would Trish take care of me if she wanted to make me feel better?
Rubbing my ass, I let out a whimper as I thought,
It sure would be nice if she was rubbing my butt, instead of me...
The more I comforted myself, the easier it became for me to pretend it was her. My eyes were closed, and I could almost imagine her there with me.
The alcohol was working, and a slight smile appeared on my face. I then started to blush as I pictured Trish massaging my tushy with her soft hand while whispering,
You're such a good girl.
Before I knew it, I began pouting like a spoiled girl, pretending as if Trish was actually there. "That's right; I'm your good girl!" I whined, rubbing my poor bottom even harder. "Those bitches are bad girls! I'm your only good girl!"
Eventually, I started to immerse myself in this imaginary self-comfort. I began talking like Trish, saying the things I wish she could have been saying to me in that moment.
"You're right, Hairy," I told myself, mimicking my boss's carefree voice as I self-soothed. "You're like... my only good girl. And even though you're a good girl, you're like... the only one who should be spanked by me because you're the only one that deserves my attention."
I even started answering myself as I played both roles in this fake conversation. "Oh, thank you, Miss Trish! That's all I've ever wanted; attention from you!"
Without even realizing it, my hands began to trickle towards my front, and I combed through my pubes with my fingers, just as she had done to me so many times. "You're my perfect little girl, Hairy. You're definitely going to get promoted to my pet. And I love your bush!"
The more I complimented myself in her voice, the more I desired affection from her. My body's squirmed as I lay naked in my bed, combing my pubes with one hand while rummaging my body with the other.
I started thinking about the way her fingers would creep up my inner thighs and brush past my pussy as she pushed her hand through. I moaned a little as I copied her movements with my own hand. Then, just as I had secretly wished in the past, I pretended it was Trish's hand as I stopped and spent a little more time with the wet lips of my cunt.
"Miss Trish, what are you doing to me?!" I moaned out, wishing it were her violating me instead of myself. My fingers were sliding up and down, gliding through my own juices. I then moved to the top of my pussy where I allowed the tip of my finger to rest gently on my clitoris and massaged it in a circular motion.
"You've been such a good girl, you like... deserve this," I whispered in my boss's voice before letting out a loud gasp.
In truth, it had been so long since I had truly been touched. Even though she wasn't really there, it was only her attention that would satisfy my craving, and I would rather masturbate, pretending it was her, than allow any other human in the world to put their undeserving hands on me.
My legs squirmed around as I felt the pleasure of fulfilling one of my biggest fantasies. It wasn't just that I wanted my beautiful boss to touch me; I wanted her to be pleased with me! Most importantly, I needed to be her favorite!
That's what I kept telling myself as I continued the circular pattern with my fingertips. "You're like such a good girl, Hairy..." I kept saying, not even once thinking to call myself Rebecca. "This is your reward for being my best girl!"
Suddenly, as I lay there with my eyes closed, I lost myself in the fantasy of being with her. Feeling I was actually with her, I cried out, "Oh, Miss Trish! You're making me feel so good!"
