Princess Boss Ch. 02-03

Warning: This is a spanking/humiliation story.
Chapter 2
Unfortunately, reality set in when I got home from work after the humiliating punishment I received. Now that I had escaped the adrenaline of possibly losing my job, I was left with the daunting memory of what my young boss had done to me.
There were so many questions I had for myself, like, "Did that really just happen?" and, "How did I let such an entitled bitch do something so humiliating to me?" Those thoughts were driving me crazy and I did everything I could to take my mind away from them, but with how utterly embarrassing the encounter was, there was no escaping the reality of what I just suffered.
Up to this point in my life, I had so much to be proud of. I was successful, athletic, and attractive, if I do say so myself. But now that I had been reduced to getting my butt spanked like I was some bad little girl, I couldn't help but feel like none of those things even mattered anymore.
This was my life, and I just had to accept that Trish was dealt a better hand than I was. All I could do was hope that I would never have to swallow my pride like that again now that I knew such an entitled and undeserving woman held my future in her hands.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my eyes were red. I don't remember crying, but I guess it wouldn't have been too shocking, given the embarrassment I just suffered.
As I got undressed, I took a quick peek at my butt, since it was still burning a little after the spanking. I didn't want to admit that Trish was capable of hurting me, but I was curious to see if all those stinging blows actually left a mark.
Much to my surprise, my tender cheeks were much redder than I expected. They were covered in large red circles, making it obvious that I had just received a spanking. Unfortunately for me, this was from an actual punishment, not just some kinky foreplay from my non-existent sex life.
For some odd reason, I continued my gaze as I turned around and faced the mirror. My eyes crept down to my little bush, bringing back memories of when the little blonde ran her fingers through my brown pubes.
Red in the face, I considered shaving it. It was already trimmed, but the way Trish teased me about it made me feel insecure. I was left wondering if a clean canvas would have been more acceptable in her eyes.
As I looked around for my razor, I quickly realized how silly I was for even considering my young boss's preference for my pubic hair. Most importantly, I had accepted that the events from that day were just a onetime, never to be spoken about again situation, so it's not like she would ever see me with my pants down again, anyway.
While in the midst of that ridiculous debate I was having in my own head, my phone vibrated, grabbing my attention. When I realized it was my sister, I quickly gathered myself before answering, "Hey, Rachel!"
"Hi, Rebecca... You sound startled. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."
Leaving the razor, I pulled my panties back up before walking out of the bathroom. "Of course not! I was just... making some plans for decorating... How are you?"
"I'm good..." my sister responded, thrown off by my flustered tone. "I'm going on a date this Saturday with a guy I met online. His best friend is single, so I figured we could make it a double date."
This was something Rachel did often. For some reason, she had no faith in me ever finding a date for myself, so she would always try to set me up. Sometimes I'd go, but other times I'd be too busy with work. Either way, the dates would usually end up a dud anyway, so it's not like it even mattered if I actually went.
On that particular Saturday, there was no way I could make the date. However, I had to come up with a good excuse because explaining that I had just been spanked by the CEO's daughter after she threatened to fire me if I didn't show up on Saturday wasn't a path I wanted to go down.
Stumbling over my words, I explained, "That sounds fun, Rachel... but I have a project.... like a big project for work... so I can make it any Saturday except this one... But this project will be great for my career.... and I'll eventually have enough money to buy that rental property I've been wanting!"
I don't know if I was trying to convince her or myself that my future would be okay despite what was currently going on in my career. Rachel had always been pretty competitive with me and was critical that I had not taken my dating life seriously as I was approaching my thirties.
"Okay, that's nice and all but what's the point of making all that money if you can't find a guy to share your life with," she finally responded, putting me down as I expected the moment I picked up the phone. "I keep setting you up on dates, but eventually you're going to have to put some work into this, too. I don't want you ending up alone like one of those crazy cat ladies."
"I know, I know! I'm just too busy this Saturday... But Büyükesat Escort maybe next time!"
"You're always so wound up. Maybe you just need to get fucked so you can relax a little. If you had some dick, maybe you wouldn't be so stressed out all the time."
I didn't know if that was advice or an insult, but the way I took it was that my sister was going to be a hoe that weekend and let some stranger on the internet get between her legs. She just wanted me to do the same so she'd have an excuse for herself.
Rolling my eyes, I decided to take the higher ground as I responded, "Next time, Sis."
"Okay," Rachel said with a loud sigh. "I'm going on the date without you, though. Don't get mad if I brag about how much fun I have."
I ended the call just as cordially as I answered it. However, I found myself almost more annoyed with her antics than I was at my young boss... No... let me take that back.
The reality is that I was trying to prove my sister wrong by establishing a good life for myself before getting desperate with my dating life. Unfortunately, the key to that success seemed to lie in the hands of an evil little witch. And much to my displeasure, she had just used those evil little hands to spank my ass...
Somehow, I was able to swallow my pride that night and focus on what was most important in my life. I was only months away from having the savings I needed to start my real estate project. Though I wasn't proud of some of the things I had to accept in my life, I decided that my financial future was most important, so that was going to be my focus no matter how bad things got with Rachel or Trish.
***
When I got back to work on Monday, I tried to keep my head down and pretend that none of the embarrassing events from the previous week actually happened. However, that proved difficult since it was the first time I was in the office while Trish was there.
I didn't know how things would go when I encountered my boss again. I just hoped I could stay on her good side so I'd never have to beg for my job again. As much as I hated her, I fully understood that I needed to act respectful to her. Since she had all the power, there was nothing I could do but skate by until I had enough saved in the bank.
The good news for me was that Trish normally stayed in her office. As much as it annoyed me the previous week, I suddenly found myself happy to know she would be too occupied with watching TV and napping to ever come out. This way, I could avoid her all together, and the longer I didn't see her, the easier it was for me to pretend the events from the previous week didn't actually happen.
Unfortunately, the topic of Trish would come up during my normal lunch sit-down with my coworker, Mary. Since she had no idea what happened between Trish and me, she was dying to know what happened with the impact report.
As we sat down together, I quickly attempted to steer the conversation away from anything work related. I talked about houses, the news, food, and even the ridiculous conversation I had with my sister. Still, I could tell she was uninterested in any of those topics by the way she brushed them aside, giving simple one-word responses.
Once there was a tiny lull in the conversation, Mary jumped at the opportunity and asked, "So, did you really force Trish to do the impact report herself?"
As I struggled to think of an explanation, I noticed Sally entering the break room. Now that I had both coworkers around me, I became nervous to find a good answer because I didn't want a lie to spread through the office and eventually reach my evil boss.
After stalling for a few seconds by nervously laughing, I finally came up with a response. "You know... those impact reports are so self-explanatory... I just went ahead and did them for Trish..."
Although I could see Sally smiling at me from the other side of the room, Mary's face told a whole different story. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her jaw was almost on the floor. Sucking her teeth, she snapped back, "I thought we agreed we were going to make her do her own work."
"Yeah... well... with something easy like that, I figured it would be quicker to just do it for her than to make a big commotion. Besides, if she did it wrong, we could have all gotten in trouble, right?"
"I fully agree," Sally said from the side of the room. The little brunette smiled at me and nodded her head, looking grateful that I had decided to take the least confrontational path. Of course, I could never tell her that I did indeed clash with Trish because I didn't want to admit the way it ended.
"Yeah, but what happens if she expects us to do all of her work?" Mary asked, looking unconvinced. "This might have been an easy assignment, but remember, she does absolutely nothing, so it won't be long until she's forcing us to do everything."
"I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there," I said, not knowing Elvankent Escort whether I was responding to Mary's question or my own doubts. Though I didn't know where things were heading, I just hoped that if I was nicer to Trish, I would be able to survive long enough to make the money I needed.
Somehow, I got out of that conversation unscathed. I guess Sally and I had such positive attitudes that Mary decided to just go with our plan. And although I knew I had a difficult road ahead of me with that young and spoiled boss of mine, I felt like I had taken a step towards realizing my dream.
The rest of the day breezed by and I thought I was going to escape scot-free. However, to my surprise, the little blonde boss decided to come out of her office at the very last minute to deliver a daunting message.
"I need to see you in my office, Rebecca," she said, smacking her lips as she was chewing on bubble gum.
Both Mary and Sally stared at us, wondering what she could possibly want with me. Although I wondered the same, I just nodded my head and replied, "Yes, Miss Trish."
My young boss noticed everyone's eyes were glued to us. They were probably surprised at how properly I addressed her. As I started to follow her into her office, she looked at my coworkers and shooed them away with her hand, saying, "You can go now. You're dismissed."
Although Mary didn't like being talked to like such a peasant, she was never one to stick around once the shift was officially over. She and Sally grabbed their belongings and headed straight towards the door, leaving me all alone with the pretentious girl.
As I followed her nervously into the office, with the memories of the last time I was there haunting my mind, I asked, "What do you need to speak to me about, Miss Trish?"
Taking a seat behind her desk while displaying that uncaring look she always had, the little blonde asked, "Do you remember that report I had you do on Saturday?"
"Uh... Yes, Ma'am..."
"Well, apparently, you did it wrong."
"What?! What do you mean I did it wrong? I thought it was pretty self-explanatory."
Trish turned her computer screen towards me and showed me an example of how it was supposed to be filled out. It's not that it was completely off; I just used the wrong format on a couple of little things. Apparently, that was a big deal to someone above her.
"Do you know how much trouble I got into because of this?" the evil supervisor asked, glaring at me with her confident eyes. "I had to talk on the phone for like two minutes to my daddy, explaining why it wasn't done correctly."
"Miss Trish... I'm sorry," I responded, hoping she wouldn't threaten me with termination again. "You didn't show me that document that had the correct format on it, so I didn't know..."
"Well, if you were unsure what format it was supposed to be in, why didn't you ask me if there was an example?"
"I'm sorry! I can fix it tomorrow... as soon as I get here!"
Rolling her eyes as she let out that annoying little giggle she always did, my evil boss responded, "No, Rebecca. You're actually going to fix it right now."
Knowing the blonde was the CEO's daughter, I understood the power she had. However, I was so nervous that I accidentally made the mistake of pointing out the time. "But it's after five..."
"Oh my God!" she said, scoffing at my response. "You're like... my laziest employee."
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that!"
"If you don't want to do it right now, then, like... fine. But I don't think my daddy will be too happy about it."
Fearing the worst, I begged and pleaded for forgiveness. "Please, Miss Trish! I'll do it right now! You can leave and I'll stay here and finish!"
With a snarky smile, she responded, "It's too late for that. I have to take action for your insubordination."
Trembling in fear, I asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Do you remember what happened last time?" she asked, displaying the biggest smile I had ever seen from her.
"Are... are you going to give me another spanking?" I asked, shaking even harder. Even though I was relieved that she didn't tell me she was going to fire me, the spanking I received was so humiliating, I couldn't bear the idea of reliving it.
"Yeah, I guess I have to spank you again. But since you didn't learn your lesson last time, this one will be worse."
"It'll be worse? What could possibly be worse than last time?"
After another one of her annoying chuckles, she sent shock waves through my entire body as she instructed, "Well, first of all, how about you take off all your clothes?"
Caught completely off guard, I whined and complained, but Trish reaffirmed how serious the situation was. As I relived the memories of the last spanking, I pulled down my pants and revealed my underwear.
"Oh, you wore a thong for me this time," Trish teased, looking at my underwear that was pink with Beşevler Escort a white waistband. Staring at them, she turned my cheeks red by saying, "Who knew you could wear such cute panties?"
"Uh... I didn't wear them for you," I explained, standing there nervously with my pants down to my ankles. "I didn't expect to get spanked again..."
Out of nowhere, I noticed the expression on her face change as she appeared disappointed all of a sudden. "I said take off all your clothes," she demanded, folding her arms. "And I mean all of them."
Shaking from the embarrassment, I stepped out of my pants before unbuttoning my blouse. As I suddenly found myself standing there in my bra and panties, I noticed she still wasn't happy with me. Confused, I asked myself, There's no way she wants me completely naked, does she?
Unfortunately, I was wrong. "The bra and panties too," she said, as she stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "I swear to God, you're like the worst listener ever."
Even though I was stripped of my panties in front of the little blonde the last time, there was something about standing in front of her completely naked that brought the embarrassment to a whole new level. However, I did as I was told and removed the rest of my undergarments. I found myself covering my boobs and my crotch with my arms as I turned my body away in shame.
"That's more like it," she said with an evil laugh before going to the couch and assuming the position she did the last time I was spanked. Gesturing me to come over, she watched me like a hawk as I slowly made my way towards her. However, before she allowed me to bend over her lap, she forced me to stand right in front of her so she could observe my vulnerable body.
Though I tried to cover myself, Trish pushed my hand out of the way so she could get a close look at my crotch. Then, with a laugh, she looked up at me and joked, "I see you didn't have time to shave your little bush."
"I'm sorry!" I pleaded for some reason, like I cared what she thought about my pubic hairs. "If I had known you were going to see me naked, I would have shaved it clean for you!"
Running her fingers through my trimmed pubes, she teased, "That's okay. I think I like your little fluff."
I was so red in the face, and hard in the nipples for some reason, standing there awkwardly as I watched this little deviant playing with my brown bush. I had no idea what to do but she seemed to be enjoying it for some reason. Not wanting to distract her, I just stayed still and watched as she combed her fingers through my hair.
Once she was done torturing me with the humiliation of caressing my pubes, she took me by the hand and gently placed me over her lap. I was relieved that she was no longer playing with my bush, but then I realized that lying over her lap wasn't much to brag about, either.
As my mind went back to that daunting moment when I was in the same position only a few days ago, I thought I had reached my lowest point. However, there was something much worse about being completely nude over Trish's lap that made the situation so much worse.
Of course, the whole idea of being spanked by the entitled girl was demeaning enough. Unfortunately, the way she kept me over her knees as she rubbed my naked ass only made it worse. It gave me time to think about what my life had come to. Then, when she finally spanked my ass for the first time, I realized I was in for a world of suffering, even worse than I received last week.
There were no words to describe how humbling it was to have the little entitled girl's hand smacking my round peach. Now that I was naked, my tits were bouncing back and forth every time her palm struck my bottom.
As weak as I thought the spoiled little girl was, probably having never been forced to lift a finger in her entire life, I didn't think her spankings would actually hurt. However, my bottom must have been sore from the last spanking she gave me, because this time felt much more painful than the first.
Trish's smacks didn't make the loudest pop on my butt, but my moans were getting heavier. Eventually, I was forced to swallow my pride, as I could no longer pretend she wasn't dealing me a great amount of anguish. Every smack she gave me was followed by a pathetic whimper from me, and my eyes even started to tear up a bit.
"Oh my God! Are you like... crying?" Trish asked as she rubbed my poor behind. "You're like so pathetic! I'm not even that strong, you know?"
"I'm not crying..." I responded, sniffling as I put my head down in shame. Trying desperately to enjoy her soft little hand rubbing my fat bottom, I admitted, "I'm just humiliated..."
Brushing her hair out of her face, the little blonde giggled again before giving me another smack on the butt. "This isn't humiliating. As a matter of fact, you should be thanking me for teaching you to be a better employee."
After yelping from having my tushy spanked again, I swallowed my pride and responded, "Yes, Ma'am... I'm thankful for this spanking..."
Trish then made me feel even more pathetic as she went back to rubbing my sore behind. After a moment, I let out a soft moan from the pleasure of her hand caressing my punished bottom. My humiliation had her laughing again as she asked, "This feels a lot better than being spanked, doesn't it?"