Anne Thiman was lovely, her face and hair perfect, her green buttoned up sweater fitting tightly across her torso. August sent several people on vacation and she was having to take a turn behind the counter. Her face was a little more lined than a couple of months ago, her smile not quite as brilliant, but she still charmed the masses. Jeff North sat at his Bank President desk, thinking idly ahead to the last evening of her atonement ahead. His cell buzzed and he noticed an old friend was on the line. "Hello, Barry," he said as he accepted the call.
"Hi Jeff. How's it hanging?"
"Fine. Did our little lady come though for us as she promised?"
"Absolutely. Everything's in its rightful place, and all's right with the world. Kinda makes me sad."
"Yeah, me too. I'm going to miss our Tuesday night entertainment."
"So maybe should we cook up something on Betty to get some fresh meat?"
The line at the teller's window dwindled, and Anne caught Jeff's eye. He nodded, and she waited on the last customer. "Barry, I got to hang up in a minute, Anne wants to talk. You got her transfer ready?"
"You bet, all set. She wise to you?"
"Hell, no. She's coming, see you later."
"Later." The last customer was done and Anne closed the window, walking across the lobby to Jeff's office. Her stride was still strong and confident, her face pleasant but purposeful, her manner calm.
When she entered the office, she asked Jeff: "Would please close the blinds?"
"What? How come?"
"I have something to show you in private for once."
He moved to do as she asked for both the outside blinds and the inside ones that cut them off from the Lobby's attentions. Jeff sat back at his seat as his Vice President stood before him, and folded his hands. "Yes Anne, what is it?"
"I want you to look at what you've done to me," she said with irritation in her voice, pulling open her sweater and revealing her breasts. "Look at these poor things." Anne wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts hung before him, her nipples starting to perk in the draft of the air conditioner. "See what you've done to them."
"Anne, they look wonderful. I don't understand why you want to show me this. . ." he said, turning his head aside.
"Good God, Jeff, why so shy? You've looked at them every Tuesday night for two months. What's the big deal now? See these lines on the side?"
He looked back seriously. "Yes, there's a little more sag than before."
"They're bigger, you've made them bigger. I can't wear a bra any more, you've made them sore too often. I used to jog every morning, can't do that now." She palmed them and lifted them up, her nipples just an inch in front of his face. "Now I have to worry about how much the jiggle when I walk, whether they're going to turn on the garbage man or the bum on the street or the dirty old men at the Potsdam Bible Church. And look at this." She pinched his nipples and held them up, swinging them a little. "I have doorknobs on the end of my breasts now. Big hangers, thanks to your clamps and tit sucking." She shook them a little more by her nipples, then let them fall to bounce a little. "I used to have nice, pert titties, and you've made them floppy old hangers."
"Hangers? Where did you see that word?" She ignored his question and Jeff shook his head. "I don't understand, Anne. You're complaining because your breasts are bigger? Some women pay top money to increase their bra size."
"They used to be tighter."
"You're getting older, Anne. These things happen. Ever think of that?"
"You men are all alike. To perverts like you, these poor things are a playground. I imagine in your mind's eye I'm no good for anything other than going down to the Dreamweaver's club and pole dancing every night."
Jeff spread his palms. "If you want to, Anne, if you want to. After tonight, your time is your own. I don't understand what your problem is."
She stamped her foot and crossed her arms in front of her. "You're ruining me."
"Button up, Anne. Look, any ruining is your fault: you've ruined yourself and these are part of the consequences. In a few weeks, your tits probably won't hurt and you can wear your bras again, maybe buy them a little bigger if you have to. Time moves on and people forget. Take your punishment like a big girl and be done with it."
"And speaking of punishment, what unspeakable things do you perverts have in mind tonight? Going to hang some weights from the nipple clamps this time? Going to put clothespins all the way up and down my arms as well as my ass? Maybe a good, old fashioned branding so I'll be your little heifer from now on?"
Shaking his head and closing his eyes, Jeff sighed. "Anne, you know that telling you in advance will spoil the fun for us."
She snorted and tossed her head. "God only knows you have to have fun while you humiliate and mock me. God forbid you shouldn't have fun when I suck your cock and swallow that stuff that comes out the end."
"You know you accepted this punishment rather than be led away in handcuffs to the county jail and stand trial for several felonies and misdemeanors. You might get out of jail in time to retire if we go that route. If you don't want any more of this abuse, I can pick up the phone and call the cops."
"Damn you, Jeffrey Allen North, damn you. You're so cruel, if I knew you were this cruel in High School, I would have told Glenda never to marry you."
"I wish you'd told her not to marry me in the first place," he murmured to himself.
Turning around, she started to walk out the door, then suddenly remembered she was going into public view with her breasts exposed. Her frantic fingers redid her buttons, and she sighed in exasperation twice before she finished and returned to the real world.
Jeff looked at the financial reports and shook his head. "I'll never understand women," he said under his breath.
