The Boss,Part 1Maryanne Whitaker strode confidently into the main office. Shelooked around at the staff assembled there and smiled inwardly. Shecould sense that they all feared her, and with good reason. She wasthe boss… She had started this company over eight years ago and had builtit into a multi-million dollar import/export business. She hadhired every person in the room, paid them very well, and didn’thave the slightest hesitation to fire any one of them, and she madesure they knew it. Her presence alone was enough to inspire awe and fear. She stood5’9″ tall, but with her heels on she was just over 6 feet. She was45 years old and dressed in slacks, blouse, and a double-breastedjacket. In addition she wore a scarf around her neck, expensivejewelry on her fingers and a diamond brooch on her lapel. Her hairwas black and pulled into a small bun at the back of her head…Maryanne had not always been the boss. Ten years ago she wasmarried and worked as her husband’s secretary. Their marriage hadslowly gone sour and they eventually divorced. After dividing upthe community property and paying legal fees, she walked away withabout $35,000 and her clothes. Her ex-husband told her that she’dbetter spend it slowly because she’d be living in a shelter orselling her ass on the streets when that was gone.Maryanne was determined to show him that she could make it on herown. She’d show ALL of them, dammit! And she did. She risked theentire $35,000 to start up her own import/export business. That’swhat her husband’s business had been and she had learned enough toknow how to make it work.She set a goal of making her first million before she was 40. Shebeat that by one year. At 45, she was worth over three milliondollars and had a thriving business with a dozen employees. Herhusband was the most surprised at her accomplishments, and alsobitter. He had fallen on hard times about five years ago and hisbusiness went under. He was now working for someone else and livingin an apartment with his girlfriend, who was a cocktail waitress.Maryanne’s eyes fell sharply on Michele’s lithe young form. Shedespised that cunt for her youth and good looks and only kept heraround 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 immediatelygot up and followed the older woman into her office. When shearrived 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’seyes. Maryanne seemed almost amused as she began to speak:”Michele, I thought that after our last little talk you’d show animprovement here at work. I can see that our conversation has hadvery little effect on you.””What! I don’t know what you mean. I’ve been working hard everyday. 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 doingyour job.””Come off it, Maryanne. Everyone else out there is scaredshitless 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 aday, and at half the salary. I should fire you for yourinsubordination. Another word and I will!”Michele bit her lip but continued to meet the older woman’sstare. Neither would blink. Finally Michele looked down and sighed.Maryanne had won again.”That’s better” she smiled smugly. “I have a special little jobfor you, Michele. Think of it as your last chance to prove yourselfto me because, I swear, the next time you get me mad you’rehistory!”Michele fidgeted a bit and continued looking at her hands in herlap.”I want you to go through every single file in this office,revamp the filing system so that every order can be called up byname OR by date OR by commodity. I’m talking about every file inthis 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 Mondaymorning…”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 toldyou 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’vebeen an impertinent little snot and this job is punishment. That’sright, I said PUNISHMENT! If you’re going to act like a little snotthen that’s how you’re going to get treated from now on. Now it’sup to you how you spend your weekend, I don’t really care, but ifthe work isn’t done by 8:00am Monday morning, you’re fired!”Michele was livid, but she held it in. That bitch KNEW she hadplans to go to a play in the city on Saturday. She had sent awayfor the tickets over THREE MONTHS ago! She thought seriously abouttelling Maryanne what she could do with her job but instead she gotup and walked out the door. Her co-workers could see how upset shewas 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 leatherbriefcase.”Have a good weekend all. I’ve got to be going. Got a big weekendplanned. See you all Monday morning!”Michele gave the finger to Maryanne’s retreating back andmuttered `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 justgotten through the tip of the iceberg and she knew she’d be luckyto finish by Monday even if she slept at the office both nights.After her break she got back to work. She was trying to assembleall of the files into one location and was now in Maryanne’soffice, going through her credenza. On an impulse she decided toopen the center drawer to Maryanne’s desk and rummage around. Theusual shit was there. In a sudden outburst of anger she yanked the drawer completelyout, spilling the contents all over the floor. After she had calmeddown she knelt down and started to try to get the drawer back intothe desk. It was then that she felt the keybox…It was glued underneath the desk, above where the drawer slid inand out. It could not be seen or felt unless someone knew where tolook. She popped open the latch and a small key fell into her hand.Michele stared at the key for a full minute, canlı bahis then got up anddecided she had some more looking around to do.It wasn’t as difficult as she thought it would be. She wasprepared to spend the night searching the office if she had to, butshe lucked out and found a hidden nook behind the large picture onthe wall near the bookcase. She held her breath and inserted thekey. It fit! She turned the key and pulled the heavy door open. Itwas that simple.Michele didn’t know what to expect: jewelry, cash, stockcertificates. What she found was books…For the next hour Michele poured over the books. This wasincredible! It was all documented right there before her. Maryannehad grown her import/export business so quickly because she had onoccasion 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 theinformation was all there down to the last detail. There was enoughevidence there to put several highly placed Colombian-Americans inFederal prison for life! And her along with them!Michele looked up from the books and a large smile began tospread across her face. She finished putting the center drawer backin the desk then sat down in the large chair and began to formulateher plan. It was going to be a long weekend after all, but shewouldn’t be doing any filing. Fuck the play. She had less than 60hours to get her plan together…On Monday morning the staff slowly began arriving at work. At8:10 Maryanne walked in, dressed as usual in her slacks and jacketand carrying her brieface.She glanced around the room and when she didn’t see Michele shesighed and stormed into her office. She was shocked to see Michelesitting in her large chair with her feet up and crossed on her oakdesk. There were loose files carelessly stacked on the floor and asmall cart against the wall.”What’s the meaning of this? Get your feet off my desk!”Michele just smirked, then uncrossed her legs and deliberatelyrecrossed them with the lower one on top. She held a manilaenvelope in her hand and carelessly tossed it towards her enragedboss. 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 theenvelope, leaning her briefcase against a chair as she got up. Sheglanced at Michele, who was still smiling at her, then tore openthe envelope. As soon as she saw the documents her face paled andshe gasped.”Where did you get these?” she asked quietly, not looking up.”Right where you left them, bitch. You’ll notice they’rephotocopies. I have the originals hidden away real well. I also hadseveral other copies made.””This is dangerous stuff you’re playing with, k**.” the olderwoman said menacingly.”Oh, don’t you worry your raggedy old ass over me, bitch. Ifanything happens to me, anything at all, I have more than onefriend 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 Colombianfriends. They’ll be real interested to know that you kept suchmeticulous records of their transactions. The note I added explainsthat you’re using the info to turn state’s evidence and save yourown ass. They won’t like that at all… no, no…. not at all.” She chuckled, then continued: “They’ll find you, bitch. There’sno place you can hide, and when they do they’ll kill you slowly. Iread about how they killed their last informer. She was a cunt justlike you. They took her away to a secluded house in the country.The book said that they kept her there for over a month, killingher a little at a time. Every week they’d cut off an arm, then aleg. After four weeks she was just a torso with four stumps and ahead. They tied a rope in her hair and hung her naked in the gardenfor a week. Each day they tortured her helpless torso. They snippedoff her clit and fried her ass. They had great fun watching herbounce her ass up and down on the hot plate. On and off. On andoff, all day long. The next day they hooked her twat up to a carbattery and watched her bounce around like a puppet on the end ofa string. They covered her with shit and let flies swarm and crawlover her for two days while they laughed. The day after that theyfinally killed her.”Maryanne’s face was white as a ghost. Her mouth was open and herlips 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 desireto humiliate you for being such a bitch. If you don’t obey me inevery respect, or when I just get tired of you, the envelopes go inthe mail. Got that, twat?”Maryanne just shook her head, defeated. There were tears in hereyes.”I said, got that twat?” Michele repeated louder and moremenacingly.”Yes””No, twat. It’s yes `Mistress’. You got that?””Y-yes, M-mistress…”Michele stuck her tongue in her cheek mischievously and looked upand 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 beganunbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. She pulled it off and stoodthere in her bra and slacks.”Hurry up!” Michele told her, exasperated. I’m gonna whip yourass if you make me have to tell you to hurry one more time.”Michele actually enjoyed watching the older woman fumble as sheundressed. She could see how much it was embarrassing her and shethrilled in watching her as she unzipped her slacks and pushed themdown. She had to step out of her shoes, then she pulled the slacksoff her ankles and stood straight again.. Maryanne reached behindherself and released the catch on her bra. She let it drop to thefloor revealing a fairly nice set of tits. Not bad for a 45 yearold cunt. A little saggy, but not much. The aureoles were large andbrown. There were a few freckles on her chest.Maryanne looked at Michele for mercy, but when she found theyounger woman staring menacingly at her she hooked her thumbs intoher pantyhose and began pulling them down. She bent over and pushedthem down to her feet, then pulled them completely off.Without her heels on she was about Michele’s height as she stoodthere now in just her white panties. She gulped, bahis siteleri then grabbed thewaistband and tugged them down. When she stepped out of them shewas left standing there completely naked with one hand over herbush and the other vainly trying to cover her breasts.”Don’t get bashful with me, twat. Put your hands on top of yourhead. 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 keepher 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 inwith it. No problem, Michele planned to shave her pussy and keep itthat way.”Get down on the floor, twat. On your hands and knees, like areal bitch.”Maryanne got down and knelt there. She couldn’t look up at thegloating 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 straightback chairs that was against the wall. She put it right in themiddle of the office and sat down on it.”Come here, smelly twat. Lay down across my lap. I’m going togive you a spanking…”Maryanne gasped but crawled forward, then got up and laid downacross Muchele’s lap. Her hands touched the floor on one side andher legs stuck out straight on the other.Michele took great pleasure in rubbing and molding her whiteasscheeks. She pinched them and laughed as she saw Maryanne jumpand gasp. Finally she lifted her hand into the air and brought itdown with a loud slap.Maryanne let out a startled yelp of pain. There was a redhandprint on her left asscheek. In spite of the aerobics, 45 yearshas to add at least a tiny bit of cellulite and her ass jiggled alittle over the younger girl’s lap. Laughing, Michele raised herhand back up and continued raining down blow after blow on thedoomed posterior.The sounds of the spanking could be clearly heard in the mainoffice. The rest of the workers glanced at each other and crowdednear the door. Bill tentatively opened the door just to make surethat nothing was seriously wrong and his jaw hung open as he sawhis boss squirming naked across the lap of Michele.The rest of the workers crowded in the doorway. Some wereshocked, 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 onthe spanking one bit. In fact she seemed to be slapping even harderas she enjoyed the helpless squirmings of her bitch boss.”I want you all to meet `smelly twat’. Say hello to the nicepeople, smelly twat.”Maryanne sobbed and managed to choke out a “hello” in betweenslaps.I want you all to know that there’s going to be some changesaround here. From now on, I’m running the show. Bill, you’re myassistant. 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 completelynaked and d****d over the lap of the fully dressed Michele. Herjiggling ass was being spanked to a bright shade of red while theclothes she had worn into the office just a short while ago werepiled up on the floor near her briefcase. Her breasts flopped overthe other side of Michele’s legs and wobbled obscenely as shewiggled to try to get her ass away from the punishing slaps.On and on, the spanking continued. Each blow resounding throughthe room. Maryanne was wailing and sobbing. She began begging forMichele to stop. A few of the others in the office began clappingin time with the spanks. Some whistled. They all jeered. After at least 50 hard spanks Michele stopped. Maryanne wassquirming around and crying. Michele pushed her to the floor.”Stop that sniveling, this instant!”Maryanne tried to stop but she was hyperventilating. Tearsstreamed down her face. She held her poor ass in both her hands andrubbed it, trying to ease the burning.While she was trying to regain her composure, Michele took ahandful of papers and dropped them on the floor next to her.”I’ve got stuff for you to sign, smelly twat. I’ve had papersdrawn up giving sole ownership of the company to me. You relinquishall rights and claims by signing these papers. Do it!”Maryanne hesitated just a minute, but she knew she had absolutelyno choice. She took the pen that was handed to her and signed thepapers 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…” Shelooked down at Maryanne and smirked.”Very good, smelly twat, but we’re not through here yet. In yourfirebox I found the deed to your house, the title to your car, yourstock portfolio and your savings accounts. I want them ALL signedover to me, right now!”Maryanne wiped tears away from her eyes with her left hand as herright 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 notorizing them,Michele took scissors and began cutting all of Maryanne’s clothesinto small pieces, then tossed them into a wastebasket.”Very good, bitch. I now own your company, your house, yoursavings 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 adog collar and fastened it around Maryanne’s neck.”That’s the only piece of clothing you will ever wear, from nowon. Say `Thank you Mistress'”.”T-thank you, M-mistress””Good!” Now I want you to crawl around here in front of yourformer employees. Wiggle your ass and bark like the bitch you are.Go on, do it!”There were gasps and bursts of laughter as Maryanne begancrawling around on the floor. She paused to put her head down andwiggle her ass, then said `woof! woof!’ as she shivered in shame.While she was occupied doing this Michele was busy rolling outthe small cart that was against the wall. She had got a cart andmodified it over the weekend by attaching clamps and eyebolts tothe edges. The cart was metal and had four casters. The top wasflat and it stood about 30 güvenilir bahis 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 thelaughing eyes in the room, then she turned around and rested herrump on the edge of the cart. She steadied herself with her handsand 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 hangover the edge too, It’ll only be for a minute.”Michele took a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Maryanne’swrists. She pulled them over her head and attached them to aneyebolt on the edge of the cart so that her arms were fastened downabove her head. She then took a leather cuff with a D-ring andplaced it around Maryanne’s left ankle. She pulled her anklestraight up into the air, then back towards the head of the cart.She pushed down till her knee was touching the top of the cartbeside her head and fastened the cuff to the corner of the cart.Likewise she took another cuff and fastened her right ankle thesame way, attaching it to the other corner of the cart. Theaerobics had helped keep her flexible enough to bend her almostdouble.By tying her arms and legs back like that, Maryanne found herselfresting on the upper part of her back and shoulders. Her ass waslifted straight up into the air. With her legs fastened wide aparton either side of her, her reddened ass was the topmost part of herbody. Her asshole winked out at the crowd with a curved asscheek oneither side. Her cunt was just below it pointing slightly towardsMaryanne’s head. Both were completely exposed for everyone to seein extreme detail.”P-please! Don’t d-do this to me!” Maryanne begged. “Have alittle decency. Please!””Shut up, cunt. The only sounds I want to hear out of that slitin your face are moans. Start moaning. Like you were in the throesof deep orgasm!” Michele lauhed and a couple of the office girlsgiggled. She slapped Maryanne’s upturned ass hard “I said let’s go!Now, bitch!”Maryanne began moaning as she sobbed. She tried moving around alittle in her confinement but it did nothing more than wiggle herass some more. While she was doing this Michele got some scissorsand began trimming back her pubic bush. When Maryanne paused andgasped at what was happening Michele slapped her again on herhelpless ass, leaving a dark handprint on the already pinkassflesh.”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 thecontrary, they all seemed to revel in her debasement.Michele finished trimming then took a razor and some cream. Shequickly sc****d away every hair from around Maryanne’s cunt, eventaking 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 feelMaryanne’s ass and smooth cunt. The men jumped at the chance! Eventhe women obliged and Michele noticed with satisfaction that it wasthe women who were more inclined to pinch her cunt lips cruelly orgive little slaps to her already red ass. Maryanne had been worseto the women in her office and now they were getting their revenge!”Well now, smelly twat, you look pretty good up there! That’swhere 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 lunchtimefor a short while but then it’s right back up on the cart again. Ondisplay 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 awayfrom 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 tomake sure she’s all cleaned up. You will unfasten her from thetable. You will clip this leash on her and make her crawl into thebathroom. You will supervise her as she goes to the bathroom andmake sure she cleans herself. You will also make sure that sheshaves her pussy and ass each morning. I don’t want to find anystubble when I spank her. You got that?””Uh… I guess….””Don’t guess. Do it! You wouldn’t want to trade places withsmelly twat, would you?”Sandi gasped. She looked back at her former boss on the cart andshuddered! How could Maryanne bear the incredible shame of beingbound that way for all to see? On display to everybody! Spanked andtied with her reddened ass up in the air! No, Sandi didn’t want towind 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 intoMaryanne’s gaping asshole.”Unnnnghhh!” Maryanne moaned and twisted.”That’s what I like to hear! You’re going to be kept tied likethis all day, every day, but you’re not going to be bored! You’regoing to be kept squirming like this all day long!” Michele slowlypulled her finger out, then slapped her ass twice. She thenreinserted her finger and began jiggling it up and down, just alittle.”We’re gonna do this in shifts. Every hour someone’s going tohave the responsibility for teasing you up. You’ll be kept ever soclose to orgasm. When you get too close we’ll stop and watch youwiggle for a while. Then it’s back up to the edge! To make thingseven more interesting I bought you a little friend.”Michele took out a large vibrating dildo. She teased it aroundMaryanne’s clit a bit then inserted it in her gaping cunt. Shestuffed it in as far as it would go, then switched it on. Thebuzzing made Maryanne start to buck in her bonds. She groaned andcouldn’t help thrashing her head from side to side and moaning. Itwent for a minute, then turned off.”There’s a timer built into this vibrator. It stays on for aminute, 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 intothe vibrator every morning.Just then the vibrator clicked on again and they all watched andlaughed as Maryanne began moaning and bucking again. Just asbefore, it shut off after a minute. Maryanne was left sweating andwhimpering. It was amazing but they could actually see thesphincter of her asshole opening and closing as if it were gulpingfor air! Poor Maryanne! Was it really only an hour ago that she hadwalked into the office so imperiously, looking to ream out Michele?At that time she was the boss, a millionaire, with the whole worldin her hand… the vibrator turned back on again and themoans were like music to Michele’s ears!