This is just one chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.
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Paula didn't sleep much that night, a myriad of thoughts and emotions swirling inside her. She tossed and turned all night. "Poor George probably got no sleep either" she thought as she made breakfast. Poor George indeed! Paula felt such shame and regret for what she had done to him.
She also worried about how much more shame and humiliation Mark had in store for him. She thought about last night, about how she locked the bathroom door, took off her panties and shaved everything down there as Mark had commanded. It took her some time, as she was not used to shaving in that delicate area and when she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face reddened as she saw her exposed slit staring obscenely back at her.
She quickly took her shower and felt a strange sensation as the warm water flowed over her now bald sex. The soft cottony material of her panties sliding across her skin felt strange as well. Her husband hadn't noticed as they dressed for bed. He kissed her goodnight and cradled her head to his shoulder and chest, as he had every night since their wedding 24 years ago. Poor George had no idea of what was going on inside her panties as he slept.
Paula quickly dressed for work that morning, wearing her usual conservative dark, mid-calf length skirt, yellow cotton blouse and low heeled shoes. She nervously drove toward her office, her mind racing at the thoughts and possibilities of what was in store for her today. She prayed as she drove, "Please God. Don't let him do those things to me today. Please don't make go through any of this again. Please forgive me. I'm sorry I've sinned against you. Please forgive me. Please don't let me do what he tells me to do today. Please God. Save me."
Her car pulled into the parking lot and she looked at her watch, 7:55. Paula quickly walked inside, not making eye contact but only saying hello to Donna and Amy as she moved to her cubicle. From there, she could see Mark's office door was closed. She cringed when her phone rang and she looked at the clock on the wall over her desk, 8:01. It rang again, a third time, then another before Paula picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Come to my office and show me" was all his voice said as he hung up on her. Paula slowly rose from her desk and, with her head down, walked towards Mark's office. She knocked on his door and entered. Turning around to close the door, Paula stood there for a moment, back towards his desk, staring at the familiar carpet. Taking one last deep breath, she turned to face him. Saying nothing, she slowly walked forward, stopping just in front of his desk.
Without looking up saying anything, Paula reached down and lifted her skirt up to her waist. She stood there for what seemed like an eternity, and then looked up at him. He sat there, looking at her, saying nothing until finally, "It's hard to see through those panties. Take them off."
Looking back down, Paula released the hem of her dress and reached for the waistband of her panties, lowering them and the dress as well. She pushed them to her ankles, slowly stepping out of them one leg at a time. Slowly, embarrassed and ashamed, Paula reached back down and lifted her dress above her waist. She could feel the air conditioned coolness on her freshly shaved sex. She was humiliated, standing there like that, being 'inspected' by this pig. For a long time, neither one spoke.
Finally, Mark said "Your pussy looks really pretty today. Nice, thick, full lips. Give me your panties." Paula quickly looked at Mark, shocked and disgusted by his words, and dismayed at his latest command.
"Give you my panties? What am I supposed to wear today? I can't walk around without any panties today. That's so cheap and vulgar."
Mark looked up at Paula from behind his desk. "I said, give me your panties. You can come back here at 5:00, at quitting time, to get them back. But today, you'll work without them. Only you and I will know that you're naked under that skirt. Your pussy looks so soft and smooth. It would be a shame to cover it up." He reached his hand out towards Paula and motioned for her to give them to him.
"Come on. I don't have all day." Paula cringed again as she placed the still warm panties in his hand. Mark looked down at them, smiled, and slowly began to open and examine them. With disgust and repulsion, Paula looked away. Silently, she vowed to never wear those panties again.
Mark smirked and said, "Get back to work." He watched as she shuffled towards his office door.
Paula slowly walked back to her desk, her head held low again and trying hard not to cry. She felt very strange without panties. She was sure everyone in the office was watching her as she walked, sure that everyone could tell what was going on beneath her skirt. She could feel her face reddening with each step. Her face was flushed with embarrassment and, to Paula's surprise, arousal. The movement of her thighs, combined with the swaying of the material from her skirt against her hairless vagina and naked bottom, felt good to Paula. She sat down at her desk and tried to focus on her computer screen.
As the day went by, co-workers stopped at her cubicle to welcome her back. Everyone it seemed. Paula had always been well-liked at work and she called some of them her best friends. Friends like Donna and Amy. Amy, the office receptionist, stopped by her cube and chatted with her during her break. Of course, the big question was why she quit yesterday. Paula told Amy she just had a bad weekend and was frustrated. "Good thing Mark called you yesterday. I knew he could talk you into coming back. He really is a good guy. Cute too!"
Paula tried not to flinch too noticeably at Amy's words. If she only knew what the bastard was doing to her. The dirty things he made her do. How could she think he was cute and a good guy? 'That filthy pig!' Paula thought to herself.
Of course, Amy was young, 27 to be exact. And, to be honest, Mark was good looking by anyone's standard. Tall, athletic, dark hair, blue eyes and those dimples that all the women in the office seemed to be whispering about. 'If she only knew what a degenerate he was. Pervert,' Paula thought as Amy returned to her desk.
She tried to focus on her job yet her mind wandered again. Paula kept going over and over the events of the past few days. 'Why was he doing this to me?' she asked. Sure, he had caught her and blackmailed her to make her do those obscene things.
She looked at Amy, as cute as she was in her short skirt and high heels. 'Why wouldn't he just hit on her instead? She's much cuter than me. An old, married, mother of 2 - why me?' she thought. Strangely, Paula felt flattered by his attention. Sure he was a pig, a filthy, disgusting pervert. Yet he pursued her. He could have any woman he wanted. Well, just about any woman.
It was then that Paula noticed she was gently squeezing her thighs together, and that it felt good. She felt a tingle in her vagina as well as moisture building. Alarmed, Paula silently prayed, "Please God. Help me through this day. Save me from that demon."
Paula never realized just how truly long 9 hours could be or how many emotions she could feel in that time. Shame, nervousness, humiliation, embarrassment, anger, resentment, disgust and repulsion mixed to interrupt Paula throughout the day as she tried to focus her energies on her accounts.
