Princess Boss

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 11

When I looked at myself in the mirror that morning, I saw a brave woman who was on the cusp of achieving everything she ever dreamed of. As I looked into my eyes, I saw strength, I saw passion, and most importantly, I saw courage. Unfortunately... that wasn't quite what Rachel and my co-workers saw... as they walked in on me sucking Trisha's nipples like a baby.

"You fucking whore!" Mary yelled, sending me shivering in fear. "I fucking knew it! I fucking knew that you were putting on an act this whole time!"

Sally then chimed in, not quite as vulgar as our taller co-worker, but her words still stung. "I was just starting to believe... that you were a good person... I guess I can't trust anything that comes out of your mouth..."

Naked and afraid, I turned my body towards them, flashing my unforgiving bush. "You guys... I can explain!"

"You lying bitch!"

"I promise I wasn't lying! I just... I couldn't help myself!"

We went back and forth a few times, but the entire thing was pointless. No matter what I said, my co-workers didn't believe there was an ounce of honesty in me. I bet they would have spit out the coffee I bought them if they still had the chance.

The bickering between us stopped when my sister stepped in. "Rebecca... what is going on?" she asked, causing everyone to pause.

I could feel all four sets of eyes on me, demanding an explanation. However, no matter how hard I struggled, I just couldn't come up with something that would save my sorry ass in that moment.

"You see... uh.... Rachel... it may have looked like... I was doing something weird with Miss Trish... but I can explain... if you just give me a second to gather my thoughts..."

With her eyebrows furrowed, my sister glared at the little blonde that was smirking behind me. "Miss Trish? Is that you?"

"Yes, that's me," the little blonde answered, sitting there with her little tatas still out.

Rachel seemed a bit confused, but she definitely wasn't happy. Shaking her head, she asked, "And just who exactly are you to my sister?"

"Oh, Hairy is your sister?"

"Hairy?" Rachel asked, causing me to go completely red. "No, I'm talking about her. Rebecca's my sister."

With a little giggle, the blonde responded, "Oh, she goes by Hairy here. It's actually her preferred name."

"Rachel... I can explain..."

Before I could say another word, Trish cut me off with her own explanation. "And who am I to Hairy, you ask?" she started, making me feel like the walls in that office were closing in on me. "I'm her boss... That's why she's, like... all over me."

"You're her boss?!" Rachael reacted like she was offended. "You're not her boss! Her boss is a guy! And why do you insist on calling her Hairy?!"

"I am like... totally her boss... And the reason I call her Harry? I mean, isn't it like... obvious?"

My face grew red as her eyes locked onto my crotch. I covered my little bush and turned my body to the side, but the damage had already been done.

While my co-workers were giggling in the back, like they didn't have demeaning names based on their own pubic situations, my sister grew even more confused as she was too shocked to put the pieces together.

"Okay... this is all so weird... Rebecca, why the fuck are you naked?! And how the hell is your boss a woman after everything you told me this weekend?"

"Everything she told you?" Trish repeated curiously, as she and my two co-workers leaned in, begging for more details. "What exactly did you two talk about this weekend?"

Before I could beg Rachel not to reveal my embarrassing secret, she began talking because she was still in disbelief of what she was seeing. "Rebecca... or Hairy, as you call her... was bragging about how much sex she has with her boss..."

"Oh, she did, did she?!" the two other girls asked, instigating the situation even further. "What else did she say?!"

"She said that she and her boss were really into BDSM..."

"Oh, my God!" Rachel and Sally reacted as they burst into laughter. "And what else did she admit?! Keep going, please!"

Rachel turned and looked at the two women, who were practically dying of laughter. "She said she has threesomes that involve her co-workers... Was she talking about you two?"

The girls immediately stopped their giggling as they no longer found the situation funny, now that they were involved. "Of course not!" they both shouted. "We would never..."

"I guess it's sort of true," Trish interrupted, causing my sister to turn around and gaze at her once again.

I couldn't imagine what that response did to Rachel's brain, as well as Mary and Sally's... All I know is that I was freaking out and shaking harder with everything that was being unveiled.

"So you're the boss who's been having sex with my sister?!"

"Well, I wouldn't say we've been having sex... I didn't like... see it like that," the little blonde explained in her patented nonchalant demeanor. "But I'm definitely her boss... I've been for a while now... and all three of my girls like... love it when I spank them and rub their tushies."

All three of our faces went completely red as Rachel took turns staring at us in disgust. She then faced me and asked, "Rebecca... why didn't you tell me...?"

"Why didn't I tell you what?!" I exclaimed, no longer able to contain my shame. "How am I supposed to tell you about something as complicated as this?!"

"Because I'm your sister!" she replied, causing me to go quiet. Unfortunately, while I thought we were having a deep moment only a sisterly bond could provide, she ruined everything by expressing, "You didn't have to hide that you're a lesbian from me!"

"I am not a freaking lesbian!"

"It was wrong for me to assume you were straight. No wonder you never wanted to go out on those double-dates with me! I should have been setting you up with girls!"

"That's not..."

"I always knew she was a lesbo!" Trish said, disregarding whatever pointless explanation I was about to make. "She's been like... super possessive of me since I got here. She even throws a tantrum when I spank other girls. Ugh, she's so like... J jealous!"

"Rachel... it's not like that..."

"It's exactly like that!" Sally interrupted with her stupid two cents.

"Oh, she's been fighting to be Miss Trish's favorite since the moment she got here!" Mary added, rubbing salt in the wound.

Then, as if things couldn't get any worse, Trish decided to tease me. "So... you've been like... bragging to your sister about having sex with me?"

I faced her with my big brown eyes, scared that I had offended her in some way. "Miss Trish... it's not like that... I was just..."

"I mean... I knew you liked it when I spanked you and gave you kisses... and obviously you like having your tushy rubbed... but... I didn't know you wanted to have sex with me!"

"Miss Trish..."

"If that's all you wanted, Hairy... you should have just said so..."

I was absolutely shaking as I fell onto my butt, the same butt my precious boss had smacked so many times. "Miss Trish... what are you saying...?"

With a sparkle in her eyes, she approached me as the others watched on with gleeful excitement. "What I'm saying is... since I'm your boss... and I like... need to motivate you... I guess letting you suck on my nipples isn't enough anymore..."

"Rebecca, you're such a dirty girl," my sister reacted, shaking her head at me as I sat there, shivering.

Trish then grabbed me by the hair... the hair between my legs... and dragged me towards her sofa. As I squealed out in pain, as well as embarrassment, she whispered to me, "Since you like telling everyone about the things I do to you, why don't we just, like... show them?"

"Show them?!" I whined as I suddenly found myself resting on her little couch. Looking up in fear, I asked, "Show them what?!"

Licking her lips, she answered, "Let's show them exactly what you've been wanting all this time..."

I gulped as my eyes went wide. "What do you mean... Miss Trish?"

With as much force as a small woman like her could ever display, Trish pushed me with both hands, causing me to fall onto my hands and knees. "Since you like telling everyone about our private get-togethers, we might as well show them, right? You're already like... blabbering about it to everyone."

A cold feeling shot through my body as my worst fears were seemingly coming true. Quivering, I begged, "Please don't spank me in front of everyone, Miss Trish!"

I could feel her small hand rubbing my bottom, which was still red from all the prior spankings I had received. However, it was the words that came out of her mouth that really shook me to my core.

"You weren't bragging to them about the spankings," she started in a low, sensual voice, causing my eyes to grow big. "I believe you were bragging about... having sex with your boss..."

There was no way I could look into her eyes after she called me out for my egregious act. I wanted to explain myself and make up more excuses, but before I could get another word out, I noticed her knees gracing the couch as her hands suddenly rested on my hips. She had positioned herself behind me, and if I didn't know any better, it looked like she had me in doggy-style.

Shocked, I remained still as my jaw dropped from what she was doing to me. Even more so than me, the other women were speechless as they stood there, watching my young boss practically violate me from behind.

I started to notice a thumping feeling on my tush. Trish had grabbed my hips and was rocking herself back and forth, letting her crotch gently bump my ass.

She's humping me!

I screamed in my head, unable to believe what was happening to me in front of all my friends and family.

I'm completely naked, and my young and spoiled boss is humping me from behind!

"Don't be shy," Trish whispered while continuing to hump my booty with her crotch. "This is what you've always wanted, isn't it?"

Of course, I had never imagined this scenario in a million years. I hadn't even really sorted my feelings out towards Trish, not to mention I still didn't consider myself a lesbian.

However, though the thought of having sex with a woman was still foreign to me, I was pretty damn sure that doggy style wasn't the way two women had sex with each other... unless some kind of... strap-on was involved. Still... it was oddly erotic having her pussy bump against my bare ass, over and over.

Trish then pulled my hair and gave me a smack on the ass. As a moan escaped my drooling mouth, she whispered to me, "Come on, Hairy... Pretend no one is watching. Just close your eyes and enjoy this... You

are

my favorite, after all."

Immediately, the largest moan I could ever imagine came out of me as I had finally heard the words I longed for. I didn't know whether she was telling the truth or not, but as she suggested, I just closed my eyes and pretended no one else was watching.

That was the only way I could truly enjoy this moment. She finally told me that I was her number one... It just happened to be while she was dry humping me...

Suddenly, I didn't even know what was happening to me. With her permission, I took myself to a place I had only been one previous time. I still struggled to wrap my mind around it, but in that moment, the place I imaged was my bedroom... the same bedroom I masturbated to Trish only a few days ago.

With no inhibitions, I took myself back to that instant when her approval brought me so much pleasure. This time, however, I knew that the stimulation would be exponentially greater, because she was really with me, displaying her approval by humping me.

"This is what you've always wanted, isn't it?" she teased as I felt her flat crotch thumping me from behind.

"Yes!" I finally admitted, no longer able to contain my desire for her. Then, with my eyes shut tight, and my face completely red, I moaned out, "I want to masturbate to you like I did the other night!"

I'm sure all four of their faces displayed nothing but shock, but I was no longer in control of my own actions or emotions. Not only had Trish given me the approval I had always wanted as her subordinate, but she had also given me permission to do whatever I needed to take care of myself.

This was the woman I had become. This was what she had turned me into. There was no point in hiding it any longer, especially when I couldn't resist my lust towards her anyway.

Maintaining my balance with one hand and both knees, despite how hard she was thrusting my butt, I brought my free hand towards to my crotch and sifted through the pubes before tantalizing my clit. The second I touched that sensitive flesh, I was welcomed by a paralyzing pleasure that was more rewarding than accomplishing any of my silly career goals. I knew this was what my body needed. This was what the world had manifested for me.

Trish continued to dry hump me while pulling my hair and treating me like the naughty girl that I was. I could only imagine how beautiful she looked as her sexually dominant side overwhelmed me. I wish I could have turned and seen the look on her face, or the way her titties bounced as she thrusted back and forth.

"Say it! This is like... what you've always wanted!" she teased while landing a loud smack on my bouncing ass.

Through my moaning, growling, and eventually drooling, I somehow managed to let out, "Yes! This is what I've always wanted! I've always wanted to be your bitch!"

My pussy was so wet, it dripped all over my fingers, my bush, and my legs. My inner thighs had so much juice dripping down them that I almost thought I had pissed myself.

However, there was no denying what was really happening. These were my juices of lust, and they only belonged to one person... the woman that was dry humping my ass in front of my friends and family.

Suddenly, as an overpowering sensation started to take over, I found myself locked into position, trembling at the edge of an orgasm. I was on the cusp of cumming so hard, I was almost afraid to touch myself any longer. All those inhibitions went out the window, however, as Trish smacked me on the ass again, causing my body to jerk forward.

Automatically, my fingers began working again as she shouted at me to be her good girl. Unfortunately, the powerful rush of endorphins going through my body wouldn't let me respond to her, but what happened next was more than enough to communicate my obedience.

With no more barriers holding me back, my body reached its limit and was overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure crashing into it. I could feel the endorphins rushing through my insides, bringing pleasure to every inch of my existence. My mouth was wide open, and the ungodliest of sounds were coming out of me as my body jerked ferociously.

I tried to open my eyes, but I still couldn't see anything because they had rolled to the back of my head. I could hear someone in the background screaming, "She's squirting!" but I really couldn't comprehend anything in that moment.

Trish then began slapping my pussy from behind, causing my juices to splash all around. Perhaps I was squirting, and that's why it felt like I was pissing all over the place. It was most certainly a humiliating sight to display, but all I could concentrate on was the constant flow of pleasure.

From that moment, the room was filled with either gasps, giggles, or applauding. I didn't know what they were talking about, because I was too busy struggling for air like I had just escaped the bottom of the ocean. That was the power of the orgasm I suffered, and it could only have been provided through the humiliation my boss was capable of putting me through.

***

Surprisingly, the rest of that day, as well as the rest of the week, ended up being quite uneventful. Mary and Sally didn't tease me as much as I would have expected. My sister was also pretty quiet with me. I suppose she didn't know how to talk to me now that she thought I was a lesbian.

Even Trish was a bit quiet. She still teased me a bit, and allowed me to give her kisses before and after work, but there was no tormenting anywhere near the degree that she usually put me through.

I, on the other hand, was dealing with a whirlwind of emotions on the inside. It was kind of nice that everyone was off my case. Even Trish was being nice to me... outside of that new nickname she gave me.

She started calling me Squirtle for some reason. At first, after looking it up, I assumed it was based on a Pokémon. The more I thought about it, however, I started to think it had something to do with the incident that occurred when I had an orgasm on her couch.

I could briefly recall someone saying I was squirting. Either way, it's not like it was any worse than being called Hairy.

Unfortunately for me, by the end of the week, I still hadn't been able to sort out my feelings. I was embarrassed, of course, but I could still look at myself in the mirror without shame for some reason. And as hard as it was to face my co-workers after what happened, at least they weren't treating me like I betrayed them.

As far as I was concerned, they were all talking about me behind my back. That may sound like a negative thing, but I would much rather have it that way than have them confront me over the humping and masturbating event they all witnessed.

I was actually looking forward to coming to work on Friday. Despite not knowing exactly how I felt about the whole ordeal, I planned on telling Trish what was going on in my mind.

In a way, it felt sort of pointless. The last time I attempted to speak from my heart, she kept cutting me off before turning me into her bitch again.

I didn't see this event going any differently, but I figured it would be a good sign that I was ready to proceed with my life. And if she wanted to just humiliate me again, I was completely okay with that too.

Unfortunately... as I walked into work that morning... I realized... everything in my world was about to change...

I was actually late for once, only because I accidentally slept in a bit. I texted Trish, but she didn't give me a response. It wasn't like that was unusual or anything. She was never one to be on time herself.

When I got to work, I quickly realized that everything was much too hectic for her to give me a response, even if she wanted to. There were corporate managers, who were above Trish, as well as FBI agents everywhere.

Not knowing what was happening, I quickly found my co-workers and asked, "What's going on?"

"You didn't hear?!" Mary asked as an excited look came over her face.

"Hear what?"

"It's been all over the news!"

"I haven't really been watching TV..."

"The CEO was arrested last night for embezzlement!" she shouted, hardly able to contain herself. "Now, everyone is here because they are looking for more incriminating documents!"

"The CEO? You mean... Miss Trish's father?!"

"Yes!" Sally shouted, jumping in with her own giddy excitement. "And now that her dad has been caught, she's being investigated as well!

"They're investigating Miss Trish?!" I reacted as adrenaline rushed through my veins. "There's no way she was in on it... She doesn't even understand how to do her job..."

"That's the point!" they both exclaimed, before laughing together. "They're investigating the nepotism the CEO showed by hiring his own daughter! They already found out that she hasn't been doing any work! I bet she's getting fired!"

Watching my co-workers giggling together disgusted me. I was unable to look at their faces, but more importantly, I needed to know what was going to happen to Miss Trish.