Heather is the most miserable cunt I've ever met in my live. She never smiles and is always biting her fingernails, her shoulders slumped and herself confidence and self-esteem are non-existent.
I have no fucking idea why I hired the bitch as an accounts clerk but I fucking did. I forever have to tell her how to do things not once but time and time again. Each time I have to repeat myself the cunt gives me attitude, like it's my fault she's retarded.
She fucked up something else and I just cracked and started abusing the crap out of her. She made some smart ass comment in the midst of it which just pushed me over the edge and I fired her.
Well that's actually what I should have done but instead I slapped her, hard right across the face. For a split second it felt great until I'd realized what I'd done and almost shit myself.
This was bad I thought to myself as I looked down at her on floor holding her face and crying. I didn't know what to do I'd really fucked up, at best she could sue the pants off me at worst, fuck that could be real bad.
I don't know how or why I said what I said next, it just came out by itself. "Now get back to work you miserable cunt before I put you over my knee." My god, shut up I thought to myself I couldn't believe what I'd just said, but what happened next almost floored me.
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir" she said as she got up straightening herself as she did and went back to her desk. I just stood there stunned for a second before walking off trying to put as much distance as possible between us as quickly as I could.
That night was the worst night of my life. I just replayed the incident over and over trying to work out what the fuck had happened. What on earth possessed me to hit her, I'd never hit a woman in my life.
I thought about the possible repercussions, what if she reported it to the cops? What if they showed up and dragged me away, what the fuck would I say to my wife? Could I lose the business if she sued? Fuck I needed to think about something else or my head would explode, but I couldn't.
I also wondered about her reaction "yes Sir" seemed a strange thing to say, it meant what? Why didn't she run out like I would have expected her to? For a minute I hoped I could be twelve years old again so I could pretend I had a stomach ache tomorrow so I wouldn't have to go to work.
I almost had a heart attack when I saw her car in the car park in the morning, I took a couple of deep breaths to compose myself before going in.
"Morning Heather how are you" I asked trying to be as normal as possible.
"I'll be good today Sir I promise, I'll work hard you won't have to hit me again" she said without lifting her head from the computer.
Fuck me she didn't just say what I think she said, did she? I'm so fucking confused I just walked into my office without saying a word.
Well I didn't expect any of that I thought to myself as I played it over in my head. It took me an hour or so before I worked it out, but I had to be sure.
"Heather coffee now, white with two" I snapped at her and waited to see the response. "Yes Sir" as she scurried of to make the coffee and get it to me.
She handed it to me without looking at me. It caught my eye straight away; her head was bowed, her eyes looking down at her feet as if they were something special. That's a good sign I thought to myself as she hurried back to her desk.
Alright now to make sure. I took a sip of the coffee, "Heather come her" she hurried over, again her eyes looking straight down. "Yes Sir" she said quietly and just stood there. "How many sugars did I say? I asked in my best school teacher tone. "One Sir" came her reply. What the fuck, either this bitch is the dumbest human being on the planet and really got it wrong or she wants me to hit her again.
I'd planned on her saying two while I'd say no it was one and spank her. I figure that if she had let me get that far I'd have been right that she's a submissive. But now I'm thinking she's deliberately got it wrong, she wanted to be hit again.
I screamed at her "are you retarded, well are you?" "How many fucking sugars did I say bitch?" She just stared at me blankly not answering. Again I screamed at her "how many sugars bitch, can you fucking do anything right you dumb cunt."
I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her across to my desk and told her to bend over its edge, she did it immediately.
"You're the most miserable cunt I've ever meet in my life and if I can't teach you to do things properly I'll just have to beat your sad little ass till you learn."
With that I ripped my belt from my jeans and hurriedly folded it over itself making it shorter and easier to swing. "Lift your skirt up" I demanded almost reaching across at the same time to swipe off her just exposed panties. Her ripped panties in my hand I walked in front of her and pushed them into her mouth, I didn't want her screaming the place down.
I bent over to whisper in her ear "don't you fucking move bitch and you count each one out nice and loud."
She screamed out "one" drowning out the echo of the belt cracking across her ass. Each blow added to the huge welt that formed across her ass. She'd started crying uncontrollably by the fifth hit, her entire body trembling by the eight. "Don't you fucking move bitch" I yelled as another blow landed across her ass. I stopped at twenty and stepped back to admire my work, her ass looked like someone had painted it red.
I walked up and stood behind her for a second and just listened to her sobbing. The mental image of the moment still burns brightly in my memory to this very day. "Come here, turn around and look at me I said and as soon as she started to move I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into me. "Every time you're a naughty little girl I'm going to beat that worthless ass of yours, do you understand me bitch?" "Well do you? I asked again.
She didn't answer right away but eventually a "yes Sir" came out of her lips.
