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Story title : Boss, The
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The Boss
by Dr. Phil
***
Maryanne Whitaker strode confidently into the main
office. She looked around at the staff assembled there
and smiled inwardly. She could sense that they all
feared her, and with good reason. She was the boss...
She had started this company over eight years ago and
had built it into a multi-million dollar import/export
business. She had hired every person in the room, paid
them very well, and didn't have the slightest hesitation
to fire any one of them, and she made sure they knew it.
Her presence alone was enough to inspire awe and fear.
She stood 5'9" tall, but with her heels on she was just
over 6 feet. She was 45 years old and dressed in slacks,
blouse, and a double-breasted jacket. In addition she
wore a scarf around her neck, expensive jewelry on her
fingers and a diamond brooch on her lapel. Her hair was
black and pulled into a small bun at the back of her
head...
**
Maryanne had not always been the boss. Ten years ago she
was married and worked as her husband's secretary. Their
marriage had slowly gone sour and they eventually
divorced. After dividing up the community property and
paying legal fees, she walked away with about $35,000
and her clothes. Her ex-husband told her that she'd
better spend it slowly because she'd be living in a
shelter or selling her ass on the streets when that was
gone.
Maryanne was determined to show him that she could make
it on her own. She'd show ALL of them, dammit! And she
did. She risked the entire $35,000 to start up her own
import/export business. That's what her husband's
business had been and she had learned enough to know how
to make it work.
She set a goal of making her first million before she
was 40. She beat that by one year. At 45, she was worth
over three million dollars and had a thriving business
with a dozen employees. Her husband was the most
surprised at her accomplishments, and also bitter. He
had fallen on hard times about five years ago and his
business went under. He was now working for someone else
and living in an apartment with his girlfriend, who was
a cocktail waitress.
Maryanne's eyes fell sharply on Michele's lithe young
form. She despised that cunt for her youth and good
looks and only kept her around because she enjoyed
bossing her around.
"Michele. I'd like to see you in my office."
Michele sighed and shook her head very slightly, but
immediately got up and followed the older woman into her
office. When she arrived Maryanne was already seated
behind her large polished desk.
"Please shut the door and sit down."
Michele complied and looked across the desk to meet her
boss's eyes. Maryanne seemed almost amused as she began
to speak: "Michele, I thought that after our last little
talk you'd show an improvement here at work. I can see
that our conversation has had very little effect on
you."
"What! I don't know what you mean. I've been working
hard every day. I'm on time every day and I do my job
well."
"That's just the point! You do your job. That's all it
is to you. I pay you damn good money and I want to see
HUSTLE, not just doing your job."
"Come off it, Maryanne. Everyone else out there is
scared shitless of you, but not me. I make that office
run efficiently. You know that. Without me you'd be
working a 16 hour day."
Maryanne looked shocked at the younger woman's
impertinence. "Don't you dare spout off like that to me!
I can replace you in a day, and at half the salary. I
should fire you for your insubordination. Another word
and I will!"
Michele bit her lip but continued to meet the older
woman's stare. Neither would blink. Finally Michele
looked down and sighed. Maryanne had won again.
"That's better" she smiled smugly. "I have a special
little job for you, Michele. Think of it as your last
chance to prove yourself to me because, I swear, the
next time you get me mad you're history!"
Michele fidgeted a bit and continued looking at her
hands in her lap.
"I want you to go through every single file in this
office, revamp the filing system so that every order can
be called up by name OR by date OR by commodity. I'm
talking about every file in this office and that, my
dear, goes back eight years."
Michele looked shocked as the monumental size of the
task set in.
"And..." Maryanne continued. "I need it done by Monday
morning..."
Michele gasped. It was already Friday afternoon!
"... or you're fired. Do you understand me?"
"You can't do that. That'll take the entire weekend and
I told you over a week ago that I had important plans
for Saturday night."
"That's just tough. I don't give a shit about your
plans. You've been an impertinent little snot and this
job is punishment. That's right, I said PUNISHMENT! If
you're going to act like a little snot then that's how
you're going to get treated from now on. Now it's up to
you how you spend your weekend, I don't really care, but
if the work isn't done by 8:00am Monday morning, you're
fired!"
Michele was livid, but she held it in. That bitch KNEW
she had plans to go to a play in the city on Saturday.
She had sent away for the tickets over THREE MONTHS ago!
She thought seriously about telling Maryanne what she
could do with her job but instead she got up and walked
out the door. Her co-workers could see how upset she was
but she made it clear that she didn't want to talk about
it.
**
At 4:45 Maryanne walked out into the main office with
her leather briefcase.
"Have a good weekend all. I've got to be going. Got a
big weekend planned. See you all Monday morning!"
Michele gave the finger to Maryanne's retreating back
and muttered `bitch' under her breath after the door had
closed. Fifteen minutes later the rest of the staff
began filing out, leaving Michele alone.
She sighed, shook her head, and began to get to work...
**
Three hours later she paused for a bite to eat. She had
just gotten through the tip of the iceberg and she knew
she'd be lucky to finish by Monday even if she slept at
the office both nights. After her break she got back to
work. She was trying to assemble all of the files into
one location and was now in Maryanne's office, going
through her credenza. On an impulse she decided to open
the center drawer to Maryanne's desk and rummage around.
The usual shit was there.
In a sudden outburst of anger she yanked the drawer
completely out, spilling the contents all over the
floor. After she had calmed down she knelt down and
started to try to get the drawer back into the desk. It
was then that she felt the key box...
It was glued underneath the desk, above where the drawer
slid in and out. It could not be seen or felt unless
someone knew where to look. She popped open the latch
and a small key fell into her hand.
Michele stared at the key for a full minute, then got up
and decided she had some more looking around to do.
It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. She
was prepared to spend the night searching the office if
she had to, but she lucked out and found a hidden nook
behind the large picture on the wall near the bookcase.
She held her breath and inserted the key. It fit! She
turned the key and pulled the heavy door open. It was
that simple.
Michele didn't know what to expect: jewelry, cash, stock
certificates. What she found was books...
**
For the next hour Michele poured over the books. This
was incredible! It was all documented right there before
her. Maryanne had grown her import/export business so
quickly because she had on occasion used her contacts to
smuggle cocaine into the country!
It was all there.... names, dates, amounts. It was
incredible. She hadn't done business with them in over
two years, but the information was all there down to the
last detail. There was enough evidence there to put
several highly placed Colombian-Americans in Federal
prison for life! And her along with them!
Michele looked up from the books and a large smile began
to spread across her face. She finished putting the
center drawer back in the desk then sat down in the
large chair and began to formulate her plan. It was
going to be a long weekend after all, but she wouldn't
be doing any filing. Fuck the play. She had less than 60
hours to get her plan together...
**
On Monday morning the staff slowly began arriving at
work. At 8:10 Maryanne walked in, dressed as usual in
her slacks and jacket and carrying her briefcase.
She glanced around the room and when she didn't see
Michele she sighed and stormed into her office. She was
shocked to see Michele sitting in her large chair with
her feet up and crossed on her oak desk. There were
loose files carelessly stacked on the floor and a small
cart against the wall.
"What's the meaning of this? Get your feet off my desk!"
Michele just smirked, then uncrossed her legs and
deliberately recrossed them with the lower one on top.
She held a manila envelope in her hand and carelessly
tossed it towards her enraged boss. It landed on the
floor at her feet.
"Pick it up, bitch. I think you'll find it interesting
reading. I certainly did."
Maryanne was livid with rage but she stooped down to
pick up the envelope, leaning her briefcase against a
chair as she got up. She glanced at Michele, who was
still smiling at her, then tore open the envelope. As
soon as she saw the documents her face paled and she
gasped.
"Where did you get these?" she asked quietly, not
looking up.
"Right where you left them, bitch. You'll notice they're
photocopies. I have the originals hidden away real well.
I also had several other copies made."
"This is dangerous stuff you're playing with, kid." the
older woman said menacingly.
"Oh, don't you worry your raggedy old ass over me,
bitch. If anything happens to me, anything at all, I
have more than one friend who has instructions to drop
her folder into the mailbox. It'll find its way to the
DEA and you're toast. Literally toast."
"I've also prepared copies which will be sent to your
Colombian friends. They'll be real interested to know
that you kept such meticulous records of their
transactions. The note I added explains that you're
using the info to turn state's evidence and save your
own ass. They won't like that at all... no, no.... not
at all."
She chuckled, then continued: "They'll find you, bitch.
There's no place you can hide, and when they do they'll
kill you slowly. I read about how they killed their last
informer. She was a cunt just like you. They took her
away to a secluded house in the country.
The book said that they kept her there for over a month,
killing her a little at a time. Every week they'd cut
off an arm, then a leg. After four weeks she was just a
torso with four stumps and a head. They tied a rope in
her hair and hung her naked in the garden for a week.
Each day they tortured her helpless torso. They snipped
off her clit and fried her ass.
They had great fun watching her bounce her ass up and
down on the hot plate. On and off. On and off, all day
long. The next day they hooked her twat up to a car
battery and watched her bounce around like a puppet on
the end of a string. They covered her with shit and let
flies swarm and crawl over her for two days while they
laughed. The day after that they finally killed her."
Maryanne's face was white as a ghost. Her mouth was open
and her lips were completely dry.
"W-what do you want?" she stammered, beaten.
"Everything" replied Michele, then began to laugh.
"The only thing that's keeping you alive right now is my
desire to humiliate you for being such a bitch. If you
don't obey me in every respect, or when I just get tired
of you, the envelopes go in the mail. Got that, twat?"
Maryanne just shook her head, defeated. There were tears
in her eyes.
"I said, got that twat?" Michele repeated louder and
more menacingly.
"Yes"
"No, twat. It's yes `Mistress'. You got that?"
"Y-yes, M-mistress..."
Michele stuck her tongue in her cheek mischievously and
looked up and down Maryanne's form. Maryanne had her
`bitch' clothes on - high heels and power suit. Her hair
was pulled into a tight bun. This was going to be fun...
"Strip, twat. Take off everything."
"B-but, the others are just outside!" Maryanne panicked.
"Don't worry about them. Just worry about me. Strip!
Now!"
Maryanne slowly took off her scarf and jacket, then
began unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. She pulled
it off and stood there in her bra and slacks.
"Hurry up!" Michele told her, exasperated. I'm gonna
whip your ass if you make me have to tell you to hurry
one more time."
Michele actually enjoyed watching the older woman fumble
as she undressed. She could see how much it was
embarrassing her and she thrilled in watching her as she
unzipped her slacks and pushed them down. She had to
step out of her shoes, then she pulled the slacks off
her ankles and stood straight again.. Maryanne reached
behind herself and released the catch on her bra. She
let it drop to the floor revealing a fairly nice set of
tits. Not bad for a 45 year old cunt. A little saggy,
but not much. The aureoles were large and brown. There
were a few freckles on her chest.
Maryanne looked at Michele for mercy, but when she found
the younger woman staring menacingly at her she hooked
her thumbs into her pantyhose and began pulling them
down. She bent over and pushed them down to her feet,
then pulled them completely off.
Without her heels on she was about Michele's height as
she stood there now in just her white panties. She
gulped, then grabbed the waistband and tugged them down.
When she stepped out of them she was left standing there
completely naked with one hand over her bush and the
other vainly trying to cover her breasts.
"Don't get bashful with me, twat. Put your hands on top
of your head. Wait a minute. Take those rings off, too.
Give them to me. Now put your hands on your head."
Maryanne's body was actually in pretty good shape for
her age. Her two nights a week doing aerobics had
certainly helped to keep her toned but she still looked
like she could lose about 10 pounds. All in all, though,
not bad.
Unlike her jet-black hair, her bush had a little gray
mixed in with it. No problem, Michele planned to shave
her pussy and keep it that way.
"Get down on the floor, twat. On your hands and knees,
like a real bitch."
Maryanne got down and knelt there. She couldn't look up
at the gloating young woman but she could hear her
chuckling."
"Look at me, twat. From now on, that's your name. twat.
No, `smelly twat', that's better. You got it? What's
your name?"
"smelly twat"
Michele took a step forward and slapped her face hard.
"What did you say?!"
"smelly twat.... err... smelly twat, Mistress."
"That's better."
Michele walked over and grabbed one of the bent wood
straight back chairs that were against the wall. She put
it right in the middle of the office and sat down on it.
"Come here, smelly twat. Lay down across my lap. I'm
going to give you a spanking..."
Maryanne gasped but crawled forward, then got up and
laid down across Michele's lap. Her hands touched the
floor on one side and her legs stuck out straight on the
other.
Michele took great pleasure in rubbing and molding her
white asscheeks. She pinched them and laughed as she saw
Maryanne jump and gasp. Finally she lifted her hand into
the air and brought it down with a loud slap.
Maryanne let out a startled yelp of pain. There was a
red handprint on her left asscheek. In spite of the
aerobics, 45 years has to add at least a tiny bit of
cellulite and her ass jiggled a little over the younger
girl's lap. Laughing, Michele raised her hand back up
and continued raining down blow after blow on the doomed
posterior.
The sounds of the spanking could be clearly heard in the
main office. The rest of the workers glanced at each
other and crowded near the door. Bill tentatively opened
the door just to make sure that nothing was seriously
wrong and his jaw hung open as he saw his boss squirming
naked across the lap of Michele.
The rest of the workers crowded in the doorway. Some
were shocked, some were smiling. A couple even laughed.
"Come on in. I want you to meet someone."
Everyone began crowding into the office. Michele hadn't
let up on the spanking one bit. In fact she seemed to be
slapping even harder as she enjoyed the helpless
squirmings of her bitch boss.
"I want you all to meet `smelly twat'. Say hello to the
nice people, smelly twat."
Maryanne sobbed and managed to choke out a "hello" in
between slaps.
I want you all to know that there's going to be some
changes around here. From now on, I'm running the show.
Bill, you're my assistant. Smelly twat is here for one
reason and one reason only. To be punished.
There was a gasp from the crowd at this, and some more
giggling. The men looked on with watering mouths.
Maryanne was completely naked and draped over the lap of
the fully dressed Michele. Her jiggling ass was being
spanked to a bright shade of red while the clothes she
had worn into the office just a short while ago were
piled up on the floor near her briefcase. Her breasts
flopped over the other side of Michele's legs and
wobbled obscenely as she wiggled to try to get her ass
away from the punishing slaps.
On and on, the spanking continued. Each blow resounding
through the room. Maryanne was wailing and sobbing. She
began begging for Michele to stop. A few of the others
in the office began clapping in time with the spanks.
Some whistled. They all jeered.
After at least 50 hard spanks Michele stopped. Maryanne
was squirming around and crying. Michele pushed her to
the floor.
"Stop that sniveling, this instant!"
Maryanne tried to stop but she was hyperventilating.
Tears streamed down her face. She held her poor ass in
both her hands and rubbed it, trying to ease the
burning.
While she was trying to regain her composure, Michele
took a handful of papers and dropped them on the floor
next to her.
"I've got stuff for you to sign, smelly twat. I've had
papers drawn up giving sole ownership of the company to
me. You relinquish all rights and claims by signing
these papers. Do it!"
Maryanne hesitated just a minute, but she knew she had
absolutely no choice. She took the pen that was handed
to her and signed the papers turning the company over to
Michele.
"Bob, you're a Notary. Notarize these signatures,
please."
"My pleasure, Michele. Or should I say, boss?"
"`Michele' is just fine, but from now on I AM the
boss..." She looked down at Maryanne and smirked.
"Very good, smelly twat, but we're not through here yet.
In your firebox I found the deed to your house, the
title to your car, your stock portfolio and your savings
accounts. I want them ALL signed over to me, right now!"
Maryanne wiped tears away from her eyes with her left
hand as her right hand signed away everything that she
owned to Michele. Everything that she'd worked so hard
for. She was left, literally, with nothing.
While she was signing the papers and Bob was notarizing
them, Michele took scissors and began cutting all of
Maryanne's clothes into small pieces, then tossed them
into a wastebasket.
"Very good, bitch. I now own your company, your house,
your savings and your car. You don't even own the
clothes on your back. You have nothing!" she gloated at
the naked woman at her feet.
"Here, I've got something for you to wear..." Michele
produced a dog collar and fastened it around Maryanne's
neck.
"That's the only piece of clothing you will ever wear,
from now on. Say `Thank you Mistress'".
"T-thank you, M-mistress"
"Good!" Now I want you to crawl around here in front of
your former employees. Wiggle your ass and bark like the
bitch you are. Go on, do it!"
There were gasps and bursts of laughter as Maryanne
began crawling around on the floor. She paused to put
her head down and wiggle her ass, then said `woof!
woof!' as she shivered in shame.
While she was occupied doing this Michele was busy
rolling out the small cart that was against the wall.
She had got a cart and modified it over the weekend by
attaching clamps and eyebolts to the edges. The cart was
metal and had four casters. The top was flat and it
stood about 30 inches high.
"Enough, bitch." She patted the top of the cart with her
hand. "Climb up here and lie down on your back."
Maryanne hesitantly stood up. She looked around at all
of the laughing eyes in the room, then she turned around
and rested her rump on the edge of the cart. She
steadied herself with her hands and leaned back till she
lay prone on top of the cold metal cart. Her legs
dangled over the edge and she fidgeted to get
comfortable.
"Don't worry about that. Move back down a bit. Let your
ass hang over the edge too, it'll only be for a minute."
Michele took a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto
Maryanne's wrists. She pulled them over her head and
attached them to an eyebolt on the edge of the cart so
that her arms were fastened down above her head. She
then took a leather cuff with a D-ring and placed it
around Maryanne's left ankle. She pulled her ankle
straight up into the air, then back towards the head of
the cart. She pushed down till her knee was touching the
top of the cart beside her head and fastened the cuff to
the corner of the cart. Likewise she took another cuff
and fastened her right ankle the same way, attaching it
to the other corner of the cart. The aerobics had helped
keep her flexible enough to bend her almost double.
By tying her arms and legs back like that, Maryanne
found herself resting on the upper part of her back and
shoulders. Her ass was lifted straight up into the air.
With her legs fastened wide apart on either side of her,
her reddened ass was the topmost part of her body. Her
asshole winked out at the crowd with a curved asscheek
on either side. Her cunt was just below it pointing
slightly towards Maryanne's head. Both were completely
exposed for everyone to see in extreme detail.
"P-please! Don't d-do this to me!" Maryanne begged.
"Have a little decency. Please!"
"Shut up, cunt. The only sounds I want to hear out of
that slit in your face are moans. Start moaning. Like
you were in the throes of deep orgasm!" Michele laughed
and a couple of the office girls giggled. She slapped
Maryanne's upturned ass hard "I said let's go! Now,
bitch!"
Maryanne began moaning as she sobbed. She tried moving
around a little in her confinement but it did nothing
more than wiggle her ass some more. While she was doing
this Michele got some scissors and began trimming back
her pubic bush. When Maryanne paused and gasped at what
was happening Michele slapped her again on her helpless
ass, leaving a dark handprint on the already pink
assflesh.
"Don't stop. They love it! Don't you guys?"
"Yeah! Sure! The bitch is getting what she deserves!..."
Maryanne didn't have a single supporter in the room. On
the contrary, they all seemed to revel in her
debasement.
Michele finished trimming then took a razor and some
cream. She quickly scraped away every hair from around
Maryanne's cunt, even taking the time to get at the
little hairs in the gully of her ass.
When she was finished she invited each of the employees
to feel Maryanne's ass and smooth cunt. The men jumped
at the chance! Even the women obliged and Michele
noticed with satisfaction that it was the women who were
more inclined to pinch her cunt lips cruelly or give
little slaps to her already red ass. Maryanne had been
worse to the women in her office and now they were
getting their revenge!
"Well now, smelly twat, you look pretty good up there!
That's where you belong and, by God, that's where you're
going to stay! Just like that, all day, every day. We'll
let you down at lunchtime for a short while but then
it's right back up on the cart again. On display for
everybody to see!"
"Sandi, I've got a special assignment for you."
Sandi was the youngest girl in the office. She tore her
eyes away from the naked form before her to look at
Michele.
"Smelly twat is going to be spending every night in this
office. Every morning from now on, after everyone's
arrived, I want you to make sure she's all cleaned up.
You will unfasten her from the table. You will clip this
leash on her and make her crawl into the bathroom. You
will supervise her as she goes to the bathroom and make
sure she cleans herself. You will also make sure that
she shaves her pussy and ass each morning. I don't want
to find any stubble when I spank her. You got that?"
"Uh... I guess...."
"Don't guess. Do it! You wouldn't want to trade places
with smelly twat, would you?"
Sandi gasped. She looked back at her former boss on the
cart and shuddered! How could Maryanne bear the
incredible shame of being bound that way for all to see?
On display to everybody! Spanked and tied with her
reddened ass up in the air! No, Sandi didn't want to
wind up like that. She could never bear the shame...
"Ummm. Yes. I'll do it. I don't mind coming in early."
"Good."
Michele had been lightly rubbing Maryanne's ass while
she spoke. Now she took her middle finger and slowly
inserted it into Maryanne's gaping asshole.
"Unnnnghhh!" Maryanne moaned and twisted.
"That's what I like to hear! You're going to be kept
tied like this all day, every day, but you're not going
to be bored! You're going to be kept squirming like this
all day long!" Michele slowly pulled her finger out,
then slapped her ass twice. She then reinserted her
finger and began jiggling it up and down, just a little.
"We're gonna do this in shifts. Every hour someone's
going to have the responsibility for teasing you up.
You'll be kept ever so close to orgasm. When you get too
close we'll stop and watch you wiggle for a while. Then
it's back up to the edge! To make things even more
interesting I bought you a little friend."
Michele took out a large vibrating dildo. She teased it
around Maryanne's clit a bit then inserted it in her
gaping cunt. She stuffed it in as far as it would go,
then switched it on. The buzzing made Maryanne start to
buck in her bonds. She groaned and couldn't help
thrashing her head from side to side and moaning. It
went for a minute, then turned off.
"There's a timer built into this vibrator. It stays on
for a minute, then off for three, back on for a minute,
off for three...It'll cycle like that forever or until
the batteries wear out. Another one of Sandi's chores
will be to put fresh batteries into the vibrator every
morning.
Just then the vibrator clicked on again and they all
watched and laughed as Maryanne began moaning and
bucking again. Just as before, it shut off after a
minute. Maryanne was left sweating and whimpering. It
was amazing but they could actually see the sphincter of
her asshole opening and closing as if it were gulping
for air! Poor Maryanne!
Was it really only an hour ago that she had walked into
the office so imperiously, looking to ream out Michele?
At that time she was the boss, a millionaire, with the
whole world in her hand... <click!> the vibrator turned
back on again and the moans were like music to Michele's
ears!
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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