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mpletely 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 was 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 Muchele'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 notorizing 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 lauhed 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… the vibrator turned back on again and the moans were like music to Michele's ears!

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