"Do you have a status report for me?" Wanda asked Leanne when she returned to the office after dealing with Doug Benoit. "Any new business come in this morning while I was away?"
"No Ma'am. Whitaker finished one of his files and dropped it onto your desk for review. He said there wasn't much to it like you said. He said you would know what he meant."
"And you didn't push him for an explanation either did you?" Wanda asked. "And you don't have to call me ma'am with every sentence. You call me by name. I've told you that several times."
"Okay, Ma... uhhh Wanda. No I didn't press him." Leanne said. "He said you discussed the case with him. Carol Jenkins gave me one of her files and said you told her to turn it over to me. I haven't done much with it though. I've been pretty busy. Uhhh, in John's office." Leanne blushed. Wanda said she figured that part out. Leanne looked a little 'rumpled'.
"You might want to take your clothes off when he calls you. Then they won't get wrinkled. Or at least use a pillow to keep you knees from getting dirty." Wanda offered. "Find some tape and pull those carpet fibers off your knees then get back to work." She turned to go into her office, Leanne's former office. Leanne now would occupy the cubicle Wanda had vacated.
"Well, I did take them off." Leanne said. "John spanked me. He was angry about my behavior last week. After I got dressed he decided he wanted to have me blow him before I went back to my desk." Wanda could tell Leanne was upset. She suspected it was because of John's dismissive attitude. Spanked her and then made her blow him... HMMM Wanda enjoyed thinking about that scene. She did not hate Leanne but she certainly did not like her. Just a few weeks ago she had been terrified of the woman.
Today was Leanne's first day back to work since being enslaved. She had been nervous this morning. Wanda had warned her to not be in the least bit demanding of any of the employees. They had their jobs, she had hers. She would now process files like the others. Wanda would review them and deal with the customers. Wanda said she might let Leanne resume some of those duties later.
In Leanne's case Derek broke his rule of not letting a slave he owned be used sexually in the work place . John could use her as he pleased. Derek had told John there was no reason he should go without sex just because Leanne got herself enslaved. Like Wanda had expected, John had decided to take advantage of the offer this morning. She predicted Leanne would have the duty to get him off at least three or four times a week. Derek told John he would go with him to the slave sale some Saturday morning and help him find a 'house cleaner' if he wanted. But for the foreseeable future, Leanne would clean his pipes for him. Both men had laughed at the innuendo.
Wanda had worked all the previous week. John helped orient her to her new duties. Leanne would have been the better choice for that but she had decided to get stupid once again. She seriously regretted being contentious.
Her first night in her new home the whole group gathered for a little discussion. Sarah introduced Leanne to each member of the group as if she had not already met them. This was more a person to person introduction than a free woman meeting a friend's new acquisition. She did not mention what crime each girl had done to get enslaved or for how long. She talked instead about what the slave did as an occupation or special duty around the home. Like Lisa had begun to assume more of the garden management while Caroline was overall head girl with the right to punish.
Leanne still had not come to terms with being a slave. She knew she was collared but she did not feel she was like the other women. She was above them. She did not say this out loud. She was too smart for that but apparently not smart enough to prevent her mouth getting herself into trouble. Derek told her she would go back to work for the same company but according to John, in a reduced capacity. Leanne had remembered stories she heard of Karen, Derek's ex-wife. Lou and Sarah admitted later they had talked about Karen's refusal to work at one of the weekend parties. "If I am going to lose my job as office manager, then I don't want to work there at all!" she had declared. "Find me a job somewhere else or I'll just sit here. Or you can sell me." She remembered the part of Karen's not working and knew she had been sold to her ex-husband. She decided to issue her own ultimatum. She fully expected to get a little spanking now but she'd get her way in the long run.
Derek informed her the rest of Karen's story: how she was denied clothing while at home. "Fine, if you want to be here, you will be nude. I am going to levy that decree. Plus I am going to let the girls decide on a suitable punishment for you. We call it slave girl justice." Caroline took over the conversation and explained what that meant.
"If one of us offends another or she does not pull her weight around the house, the aggrieved girl can suggest a punishment. The other girls decide if the offense deserves to be penalized. We all know we can be called out so we make damn sure to be fair with each other. We have all asked for a little piece of your ass. You can consider that a form of restitution for how you treated us in the past."
"But you were slave girls! You were intended to be used." Leanne had protested. "Lou and Sarah brought you to the parties for that very reason."
"'Used' we could accept. We are used here. You took it way further than that." Rhonda hissed. "You abused us! Maybe not to the point of legal abuse, but certainly not far from it. You went out of your way to inflict pain! I can say this now that you can't do anything about it. You were a sadistic bitch!" Rhonda looked like she was close to losing her temper so Derek decided to step in.
"Naturally, I do not have to go along with what the group decides. So since you declared you are not going to work, I am not going to force you. Oh I could make you go to work or punish you for refusing, but I can't make you do a good job by beating you. You'd just mess up until you got fired." Derek stated. "I want everyone to do their jobs willingly and to the best of her ability. After all that is how we keep the group afloat and you fund your retirement accounts. But since you do not want to work you can stay here at the house and be my naked field slave. Just like my ex-wife Karen was. There is plenty of work to do around here. You will not wear a stitch of clothing from now until I decide otherwise." Leanne looked at him not quite believing what she was hearing. She honestly thought Derek was a bit of a wimp when it came to how he treated his girls.
"Now I will make a few exceptions to the totally nude idea. You can wear shoes and I will even allow those little ankle socks. To protect yourself from the sun you can wear a hat. The rest stays bare. You can also put on an apron if you are cooking to keep from getting burned. Your decree of what you are willing to do and what you are not pisses me off. So I am going to add to your punishment."
"All the girls are upset about the way you treated them so I am going to let the girls do whatever they want to you. Each of the girls you messed with will get a twenty four hour period to use you. She will have carte blanche. By that I mean as long as she does not go too far the woman can do what she wants, just like you did to them. If it is midweek, she can take a day off from work if she wants. She just has to coordinate with her boss and with Caroline who is head girl. You will be under the command of one of your fellow slaves from seven in the morning until seven the next day, when another woman takes over. Unless of course Caroline decides you need a day of rest to recover. Well I will add Wanda to that as far as a person to supervise. You can appeal to either of them as you go along."
"What do you mean by anything?" Leanne asked, horrified as her imagination ran wild.
"I mean you will serve your boss for the day as a slave's slave. She will supervise your assigned tasks. She can use you sexually. They know they cannot cause any damage. They can do what you did to them at those weekend parties." Derek explained. Every one of the slaves were grinning broadly. They had hoped or something like this as part of the slave girl justice decree. To have Derek just give Leanne to them thrilled each of them. Leanne saw their leers.
"Fuck that! That's too harsh!" Leanne declared. "Alright, you win. I'll go back to work at the agency in the morning. I'll do my fucking job. I'd rather work as an accountant than a naked toy for another slave."
"No, you won't. Not tomorrow and probably not for a week or so." Derek said, leaning close. " I thought I just made it clear that I DO NOT LET MY SLAVES DICTATE TO ME!" he declared loudly, his anger obvious. You could hear a pin drop as the others sat and watched. Leanne's eyes grew wide. She had never imagined this side of Derek. She thought him a wimp.
"I have mellowed a bit over the past year. You can ask Rhonda and Caroline how life was their first few weeks as my slaves. They got their butts whipped the very first day. If they did not do as ordered immediately I'd spank them. I cut them zero slack. Two weeks after she became a slave Rhonda broke one of my rules and I sent to slave camp. We eventually learned to get along. Our system evolved as I got more girls. But make no mistake of WHO is in charge. It is NOT YOU! STRIP!"
Terrified, Leanne stood and began to remove her tee shirt and jeans. She had not put on any additional clothing since allowed to dress when Derek and Wanda assumed ownership earlier that day. She trembled and almost fell as she tried to pull her jeans off her feet. Derek pulled her over his lap and began to blast away at her butt and thighs with his hand. Derek rarely spanked anyone. The last time he had spanked a girl was Bev and that was merely a token spanking for play. He fully intended to teach Leanne a painful lesson. "Caroline get the leather paddle and a rod please." he said as he paused to catch his breath. Leanne laid bawling over his lap, her butt already bright red. He resumed the spanking but at a slower pace.
