Loading...I got parts of this story from both sides and pieced all the details together. Other people at my firm are putting the pieces together also and now rumors are beginning to circle the office. I don’t think we’ve heard the last of it…
Susan is one of the more successful people in our department. She’s also a royal bitch, but she gets away with it because she’s so valuable to the company. She’s in her mid-30’s, I think.
Her looks are slipping, but she’s attractive and you can tell she was once a stunner. She has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She’s about 5’7″ and her figure is still pretty good. However, you forget about all this when you get around her. She’s just not pleasant.
No one knows this better than her assistant of five years Tammy. Susan is really tough on Tammy. She has paid her well, which I guess is why Tammy has put up with the abuse. I mean, Susan has reduced Tammy to tears many times.
I saw one episode. It was mid-afternoon and Susan was prepping for a big meeting. Susan was barking orders at Tammy and poor Tammy was running around trying her best to keep her boss happy, but that wasn’t going to happen. Susan decided Tammy just wasn’t working fast enough. Susan berated Tammy in front of everybody, threatening to fire her because the meeting was going to be a disaster. When Susan retreated to her office, Tammy sat at her desk trying not to show her tears. Susan came out later and told Tammy she could begin to make up for her incompetence by helping Susan with her shoe straps. Tammy got down on all fours and fixed Susan’s shoes while Susan looked down at her.
Tammy deserves better. Especially after five years of loyal service. Tammy has never skipped work, is always early, works late and does a fantastic job. She’s the best assistant on the floor. She even helped Susan cover up an affair with someone in sales. I’ve only recently learned of the affair.
Tammy is very sweet also. She is only 24, and very attractive. She has long dark hair and dark brown eyes, and her smile makes you want to do the same. She’s also about 5’7″, and has an amazing body. I mean, she did some swimsuit modeling in college. I hear that one drunken night she was voted “hottest woman” on the floor by the guys. Anyway, hot or not, she deserves better. I’ve told her that often.
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Susan has been married for seven years. I saw her husband once. He is really cute. And a really nice guy too. We all wondered how Bill could put up with Susan. At first we thought maybe she was different away from work, but Tammy assured us she was just as bad to him.
Anyway, apparently Susan began to suspect that Bill was having an affair a few months ago. She decided not to confront him until she had the proof, so she gave Tammy the name of a private investigator to contact. Tammy was reluctant to get involved, but she had no choice. Susan didn’t want to know anything except the final report. She gave her the investigator’s info on a Tuesday. She told Tammy to tell the investigator to wrap it up and report back in a week.
Susan came in Wednesday and was in a really bad mood. She called Tammy into her office and told her to close the door.
“I want you to organize the bottom shelf of this bookcase by author’s name” she told Tammy, pointing down at it.
Tammy pulled up her skirt a little to protect it when she would drop to the floor. When Susan saw Tammy taking the time to protect her clothes, Susan screamed “NOW!” so loud that even I heard it standing two offices away. Tammy knew Susan was just being mean to be mean, displacing her anger at other things onto Tammy. This was nothing new. Susan walked over and stood above Tammy.
“Did you call the investigator?” asked Susan, looking down at Tammy.
“Yes, I did” answered Tammy uneasily while shuffling books around.
Susan looked away. “That fucking asshole said no!”
Tammy could tell she wasn’t talking about the investigator.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand…” Tammy started to speak.
“It’s nothing,” Susan said sternly and then turned away, “I just asked Bill to consider something and he said no.”
Tammy didn’t know what to say so she stayed busy with the books. Susan was looking out the window. She had a nice view of the river from her office.
“Aren’t you done yet?!?” She finally turned back to Tammy.
“Yes, just finished. I’m sorry I took so long…”
“Just get out and leave me alone!”
Tammy didn’t say anything. She just picked herself up and walked back out, closing the door behind her. I saw Tammy that day, and you wouldn’t have known that Susan had just treated her so badly. If anything, she seemed to be smiling. I guess you get used to being treated so poorly.
Susan didn’t mention the discussion the rest of the week, but her mood got worse and worse. She blamed Tammy for not getting her a business class seat on a flight, even though Susan had not told her about the meeting until the day before. As punishment, Susan told Tammy to order her lunch from this restaurant 10 blocks away and go pick it up. Poor Tammy had to run there and back to the office to keep the food from getting cold.
The weekend came and went. Susan had to travel Monday, then came in on Tuesday. Report day. Susan was in meetings away from the office all morning, and then came in for more meetings in the afternoon. She told Tammy not to leave until they had met to discuss the investigation. Susan went to her meetings, then went for drinks with some management types before coming back to the office. It was 6:30pm and Tammy was still there waiting.
Susan didn’t care. She ordered Tammy into her office. Tammy went in and closed the door behind her.
“So?” Susan bluntly asked.
Tammy began to speak as she sat in her chair.
“I completed the investigation…”
“Tammy, you couldn’t investigate a cardboard box! What did the investigator say?!?”
Tammy paused at the impact of Susan’s insult.
“He is having an affair.”
“I knew it! I’ll kill him! Who is she?”
Tammy hesitated.
“Tammy, did the investigator figure it out?”
“Well….”
Tammy looked at the floor, unable to bring herself to speak. Susan grew increasingly impatient.
“What?!?!? Tammy, SAY IT!!!”
Tammy flinched at the order and then, without looking up, answered softly…
“It’s me…”
She said it so softly that Susan paused in confusion.
“W-w-what did you just say?”
Tammy kept looking down but raised her voice a bit.
“It’s me…” said Tammy.
“It’s me what? What are you talking about Tammy?”
Tammy picked her eyes up from the floor, but she couldn’t raise them to Susan’s yet.
“I’m the woman…”
“You’re the woman what? What does that mean, Tammy?”
Susan was raising her voice. Tammy gathered strength, sat up straight and looked Susan in the eyes.
“I’m the woman having an affair with your husband!”
Susan looked confused for a moment. Then it hit her.
“YOU are having an affair with MY husband???”
Tammy was calm. She paused and looked past Susan, out the window.
“Yes.”
“Tammy, if this is a joke…”
Tammy’s eyes turned back to Susan, confirming this was no joke.
“What about the private investigator?”
“I never called…”
Tammy’s heart began to race as Susan raised her voice.
“YOU’RE the other woman!?!?!?”
Susan wrestled with the concept of Tammy as ‘the other woman.’ Tammy just nodded.
“This can’t be true…”
Tammy said nothing. Susan grappled with the implications of this.
“Is this some way of getting more money from me?”
Tammy shook her head. “No.”
“Then why? What is wrong with you???”
Susan began moving towards Tammy, who leaned back to look up at Susan.
“Because I like Bill, and he LOVES me!”
Susan hit the wall. She lashed out at Tammy.
“YOU think he LOVES you?”
“Yes.”
“Oh please!”
“He does!”
Susan looked like she wanted to strangle Tammy.
“Don’t you get it Tammy? He’s just fucking his wife’s secretary!! It’s like his little way of having something over me!”
Tammy looked out the window.
“No, he loves me!”
Tammy stayed calm. Susan was trying to hurt her. She knew Susan would do this. Susan’s blood began to boil.
“Tammy, you bimbo, you’re his little plaything while I’m away during the week. Who do you think he’s sleeping with on weekends? You’re pathetic!”
“But he’s not sleeping with you, Susan, is he? Funny how he stopped three weeks ago, isn’t it? Ever wonder why you haven’t had sex in THREE weeks?”
Susan froze in place. Was it possible that her own secretary had denied her sex with her husband for three frustrating weeks? Susan felt the anger boil up in her.
“You vindictive little BITCH!”
As she screamed, Susan reached out and slapped Tammy across the face. Tammy jumped out of her seat in shock. The chair fell over as she stepped back from Susan.
Even so, while she rubbed the sting out of her face, she realized that Susan was right about her; on some level she knew she was getting back at her abusive boss.
“Don’t hit me!”
But Susan kept screaming.
“What, are you trying to get back at me for something? What? Or money, you want money, am I right? You sick bitch!”
‘Yes and yes!’ thought Tammy
“No, I told you no Susan. It’s not for money. If I want him, I’ll have him and there’s nothing you can do or say to stop it!”
“You’re out of your mind. Tammy, he’s PLAYING with you!”
Tammy was past the initial shock of confrontation and ready to fight back now. The two traded rapid-fire barbs…
“No, he isn’t! Don’t you get it, Susan? He’s not going to touch you either, until I say he can…”
“We just haven’t had a chance to make love lately…”
“Haven’t had the chance? You don’t think I know you threw yourself at him for two hours Monday night but he just didn’t have time, did he Susan?”
“He had work to do…”
“Yeah right, now who’s pathetic??? And you don’t think I know you asked him to move to another city last week? Why do you think he said no?”
Susan gasped with humiliation. She took a step towards Tammy, but Tammy pointed to Susan’s phone. Tammy’s five years of pent up anger at Susan began streaming out of her.
“Look, your message light is lit, Susan. Check your messages. I think Bill is going to be working REALLY late tomorrow night on that BIG proposal, so he’ll have to cancel HIS plans with YOU…”
Susan scrambled to the phone shaking her head in denial.
“Oh, fuck you! He’s flying back from Chicago tonight. He’s not even thinking about tomorrow…” Susan dialed into her voice mail. “… or you!”
‘You have two new messages. Message one, Susan, Bob Tisdale, give me a ring when you get back, I want to run something by you…” Susan pressed a key. When her husband’s voice started, her eyes shot to Tammy, who smiled triumphantly.
“Message two, Hon it’s Bill, we’re going to be working on this proposal pretty late tomorrow, why don’t you call Jane and see if she can go to the show with you, sorry Hon, I’ll see you in a few hours…”
At the end of the message, Tammy started talking again. “There go your Wednesday night plans. Soon, it will be a weekend. Then all weekends…”
Susan fell into her chair, speechless at her husband and assistant’s betrayal.
“When Bill finds out how you played this little game with the message, he’ll…”
Tammy was ready for Susan’s every move. She took a power step towards Susan to respond. Tammy looked down at Susan across the desk.
“He’ll be shocked when he finds out about your affair with Sean Delmont!”
The mention of Susan’s affair stunned her. Susan’s jaw dropped open. Word of her affair with the senior vice president for sales had never gotten out to the company or her husband.
“You WOULDN’T!”
“Oh yes I would, Susan! In fact, I still have the tapes of those messages, the receipts, everything!”
“WHAT?!?!?” Susan was incredulous.
“I’m a very good assistant!”
Susan became furious at her disloyalty.
“I can’t believe you would stoop this low! My husband will come back to me, but you won’t. You are FIRED!”
Tammy was not surprised that Susan was trying this route. But she was ready for this too. Tammy straightened up and put her hands on her waist.
“You’re not going to fire me if you don’t want the Sean Delmont thing all over the company too. You think I would just tell your husband about Sean??? In fact, I know all kinds of things that would make things very uncomfortable for you here or anywhere. Sean is just the tip of the iceberg!”
If the Sean Delmont affair got out, it would destroy Sean and Susan professionally. Susan and Tammy knew that.
“How dare you!”
“Oh yes I would, and there’s so much more! Gee, I hope Bob Tisdale doesn’t hear about the Bernard account before your meeting tomorrow, don’t you Susan?”
Tammy’s tone was becoming more and more sarcastic. Susan was too emotional and angry to sit for this. She jumped back up out of her chair.
“Get out of my office! I don’t care what you think you can threaten me with, you are fired! Get out of my office!!!!”
Tammy shook her head as if to say ‘don’t blame me!’
“Suit yourself. Hope your meeting goes well with Bob tomorrow! Oh, and listen carefully, Susan: I think I’ll celebrate my freedom with your husband TONIGHT.”
“GET OUT!” Susan screamed. Tammy turned to head for the door, throwing one more warning at Susan over her shoulder…
“By the way Susan, if you mention to Bill that you know about his affair with me, just know that you’ll also be telling him about your affair with Sean. And it will be the end of your marriage!”
“GET OUT!” Susan screamed again.
Tammy walked out. The office had cleared out by then.
Susan spent the next half hour sitting and thinking. She decided to take her chances by telling Bill she knew about his affair. Tammy wouldn’t dare tell him about the Sean Delmont affair, she told herself. Susan decided to talk to him that night on his way back from Chicago. She loved him and didn’t want the marriage to end.
Her phone rang. It was her husband…
“Hon, I missed my flight out here. I’ll just catch one in the morning.”
Susan felt her heart fall into the pit of her stomach as she remembered Tammy saying she had decided to spend the night with her husband…
“W-w-what do you mean, you missed the flight?”
“Just missed it hon. You know how traffic is in Chicago. I’ll catch one tomorrow.”
“But… Bill, I wanted to see you tonight.”
“I know hon, but these things happen. I need to hang up hon…”
“Bill! Where are you going to stay tonight?”
“Oh, I’ll just stay at one of the hotels near the airport so I can catch an early flight.”
“But if I need to reach you…”
“Just call me on my cell phone, hon. Ok, I have to go…”
“Bill… I know….”
“Hon? What did you say? You know what?”
Susan hesitated, realizing Tammy’s grip on her husband was strong.
“I… I mean… I know how traveling can be…”
“Don’t worry hon, I’ll call you. Ok bye!”
“…I love you Bill!” But the line had already cut before he could hear. Tammy and Bill were going to spend the night somewhere and there was nothing Susan could do about it.
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The next morning, Susan’s phone rang right at 7:30 when she arrived to work. It was Tammy.
“Just the tip of the iceberg, Susan. It will get worse!”
Susan started to answer but the phone line cut.
At 10am, Susan had her meeting with Bob Tisdale. It did not go well. Bob asked about the Bernard account and Susan spent the next half hour trying to deflect blame for that mess. She returned to her office weakened by the ordeal. There was a voice mail waiting for her.
‘You have one new message. Message one, ‘It’s Tammy, you may call me on my cell’
Susan knew she had to call her. Tammy had delivered on her two devastating promises, and she was promising even more trouble for Susan. She closed her door and called Tammy.
“Hello Susan…” Tammy answered.
“Do you know how much trouble you got me in with Bob?!?”
“If that’s going to be your tone, this conversation is OVER and it WILL get worse…”
“WAIT! Tammy, don’t hang up… Tammy?”
Tammy paused. “Yes, I’m still here…”
“Ok Tammy, what do you want from me?”
“We can talk about that later. First, you BETTER not have turned in paperwork for my termination.”
“I haven’t.”
“You have or have not?”
“I have not!”
“Good, I’m in the lobby and I think we should meet now to plan the rest of the week, don’t you?”
Susan hesitated, then accepted. “Ok, I’ll be here waiting…”
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Tammy walked into Susan’s office. She had done this a thousand times over the years, but this time it felt different. She didn’t bother to knock this time. Susan was finishing up on the phone when Tammy walked in. Tammy was carrying a folder in her left hand and closed the door behind her.
“Hello Susan…” Tammy said even before Susan had the chance to hang up.
Susan sat up in her chair and began to shuffle things around her desk. Susan’s desk had a glass surface over dark wood. Susan’s expensive watch clanked against the glass as her hands worked furiously.
“Let’s get this over with…” said Susan, pretending not to be affected by Tammy’s words.
Tammy sat in a chair and got serious.
“Do you know what this is, Susan?” Tammy asked, nodding towards the folder in her hand.
Susan shook her head.
“Thought so. It’s the billing records on the Grant account. You know, the ones Treasury is trying to figure out?”
Susan’s eyes opened wide as if to say ‘Oh NO!’
“Except these are the COMPLETE files, you know what I mean Susan?”
Tammy was putting a scare in Susan for sure.
“Tammy, this is crazy, we’ve been working together so long…”
“And this is just the beginning, Susan. I’ve got one for every day of the week and then there’s the Sean Delmont affair to top it all off!”
“Tammy, stop this, this is blackmail…”
“I’m not here for money or a lecture Susan… Especially from someone playing games with billing…”
“I-I-I know, Tammy, I’m sorry…”
“In fact, maybe I’ll just go see Treasury now…” Tammy gathered herself to rise from the chair.
“WAIT!” Susan exclaimed, then toned down when she saw Tammy’s disapproving reaction.
“I’m sorry, really, Tammy, just… just tell me what you want…”
Susan really looked desperate. Tammy had never seen her like this. She could see the fear in Susan’s eyes. She was breathing hard too. Her hands were half clenching, as though grabbing onto some kind of hand railing. Tammy recognized the feeling. She had lived it a hundred times when Susan had mistreated her. The shoe was on the other foot now, and she relished her moment of revenge.
“You really don’t want me to go to Treasury right now, do you Susan?”
Susan shook her head.
“Speak up, Susan!”
“No, I don’t…”
“No, you REALLY don’t want me to do that, huh Susan?”
“No, I REALLY don’t, Tammy…”
“So you’re going to listen carefully to my instructions and that won’t happen, am I right Susan?”
Susan was helpless to stop Tammy’s power grab.
“Yes…”
“Yes what?”
“Yes I’m going to listen carefully…”
“And do as you’re told…”
“Yes, Tammy…”
“Say it!”
“I will do as I’m told…”
Tammy felt satisfied. She leaned back in her chair in triumph. She opened and paged through her folder deliberately, then closed it.
“I want to see you on your knees…”
Tammy looked at Susan deadly serious, but inside she struggled to repress a laugh at the ludicrousness of her demand. Susan kneeling at Tammy’s feet would have been pay-per-view worthy at her firm.
Susan couldn’t believe it either. Her voice rose in pitch.
“WHAT????”
Tammy got back up and stepped to the side of Susan’s desk.
“You heard me Susan, get out of that chair and get over here on your knees!”
“Tammy, don’t be ridiculous…”
“Get over here or I’m going straight to Treasury…”
Susan wasn’t moving.
“I’m going to Treasury!”
“Tammy, someone could walk in…” Susan began to plead.
“GET OVER HERE NOW!” Tammy interrupted, pointed at the floor. “OR ELSE…”
Susan jumped out of her chair, stepped around her desk, and dropped to her knees in front of Tammy.
“This is ridiculous…” complained Susan softly.
Susan was wearing a women’s suit that day, complete with long pants and a nice red blouse underneath her jacket. As she knelt, Susan looked worriedly at the door to her office. Tammy let her smile surface as Susan’s eyes turned up to hers.
“See, it’s not so bad. You’ve done this to me a million times…”
“Ok, Tammy, you got what you wanted, I’m on my knees, now please…”
“Oh I definitely wanted that Susan. I definitely wanted you to see what it’s been like for me…”
“Tammy…”
Tammy interrupted. “Susan… the quicker you do what you’re told, the quicker you’ll be back behind that desk and the quicker your life will go back to normal.”
Susan quieted down.
“Do you want that, Susan?”
Susan answered with a little quiver in her voice. “Yes!”
“I thought so…”
“Tammy, don’t do this…”
“SUSAN! I’m the one giving orders now…”
Tammy began to read Susan a list of demands. Susan looked desperate for her to end before someone walked in and saw ‘The Great Susan’ on her knees. Tammy had several key demands: she wanted Susan to get her a job working for the EVP for marketing operations, whose assistant was leaving in a few weeks and needed to be replaced, Tammy wanted Susan to call and get her an interview by the next day and “it BETTER go well!” After each demand, and at Tammy’s prompt, Susan nodded enthusiastically and said “yes!” Tammy said they would meet several times daily with a “wrap-up” at 6pm. Tammy would do Susan the kind gesture of keeping her indiscretions under cover, but Susan would do EXACTLY as she was told or else things would get ugly. If Tammy got the job working for the EVP of marketing ops, she would leave Bill and Susan alone. Susan agreed to everything. She had no choice.
When Tammy finished her list, she stopped and looked at Susan, who didn’t seem so intimidating anymore. But she could see that inside the suddenly accommodating Susan was the same mean bitch of a boss she had known for five years. Susan looked up at Tammy as if to ask, ‘is that it?’
Just then the two heard a voice outside the office and a doorknob turning. Tammy began to turn to see who was entering, but then they realized it was the neighbor’s office. Tammy turned back to Susan and smiled.
“You want to get up off your knees, don’t you Susan?”
Susan confirmed.
“You wish I’d locked that door, don’t you Susan…”
“Yes!” Susan answered with urgency. Tammy smiled.
“I’m going to let you up now, Susan, but you better not forget who’s the boss…”
“I won’t, Tammy!”
Tammy scanned Susan’s outfit a moment. She noticed Susan was wearing the same shoes she had once told Tammy to kneel and fix for her while Susan stood over her.
“Good. You can get up just as soon as you remove your shoes…”
“What?”
“You heard me, Susan. Take off the shoes and hand them over! You’re going to spend the day barefoot.”
“But Tammy, what if someone comes in and sees me?” Susan pleaded.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something!”
“But Tammy…”
“TAKE THEM OFF!”
Susan winced at the order. She scrambled to remove her shoes and socks and handed them up to Tammy.
“Get up!”
Tammy said it with disgust. Susan picked herself up and watched Tammy head to the door with her shoes and socks.
“Call about the EVP position, Susan.” Tammy gave the order on her way out the door. “I’ll be at my desk!”
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Susan spent the next hours hiding her shoeless feet behind her desk, and jumping every time Tammy called in. She called about the EVP assistant position right away, but when 2 o’clock came and she had not heard back, Tammy grew impatient. Tammy walked in and closed the door behind her.
“Why haven’t they called back, Susan?”
“Tammy, I’m sure they’ll…”
Tammy interrupted her. “Stop talking, Susan, your incompetence is unbelievable! You can’t make one successful call on your own???”
“But I’m sure…”
“I said stop talking! Just call them again!”
And Tammy turned to leave. As she got to the door, Tammy turned back around to face Susan.
“I’m going to think of a unique punishment for our wrap up meeting tonight if you don’t get me that interview, Susan…”
And then she walked out. Susan did not bother to mention lunch, for which she was starving. Someone had called her at 1pm to see if she wanted to go for lunch, but she had declined given her lack of footwear.
By six o’clock, there had been no callback from upstairs. There had also been no food for Susan. She feared Tammy’s reaction, but part of her was ready to make another stand against Tammy.
Tammy walked in right on time and sat down in a chair facing Susan. Some of the old defiant Susan was back as she told Tammy they hadn’t called from upstairs.
Tammy wasn’t amused by Susan’s renewed arrogance. She told Susan to remember her place if she didn’t want things to get ugly, to which Susan responded that Tammy would never share all her dirty laundry because it would ruin them both. Tammy stood up upon hearing Susan’s come back. She stepped to the side of Susan’s desk. Her tight black dress highlighted her sexy figure and beautiful skin. Her dress ended right at her knees, accentuating her gorgeous legs. Her legs are long and slightly muscular from her steady gym routine. When Tammy had started working for Susan at the age of 19, she was young and under-developed. But at that moment, it had to be obvious to Susan that her assistant wasn’t the kid she’d hired years ago and, worse, she was the prettiest woman in the room. Tammy tapped the side of Susan’s desk with her fashionably pointed black shoes and reminded Susan that Tammy could lose her job and her career, but Tammy had Bill to take care of her if she wanted.
It was true. Susan would lose her high pay and husband. Susan had much more to lose. She realized it at that moment.
“So I suggest, Susan, that you drop the attitude and ask me very nicely to forgive your little display here and forgive your inability to accomplish the one little task I gave you this afternoon…”
Susan was speechless again…
“or else…”
Susan was quiet. Tammy turned and headed for the door.
“Tammy, where are you going?”
Tammy stopped and turned slowly.
“I’m going to drop something off to Treasury…”
“No, please don’t do that Tammy…”
Tammy shook her head.
“Who’s in charge here, Susan?”
Susan didn’t want to answer.
“I asked you a question…”
“…you are, Tammy.”
“That’s right. Say it one more time so that we’re clear.”
Susan’s arrogance deflated again.
“You are in charge, Tammy.”
Tammy had won another round. Even though the office was empty, Tammy locked Susan’s door.
“Stand up, Susan”
Susan did as she was told, grabbing onto her desk for support, or escape, or something…
“Close the shades, Susan.”
Susan nervously did as she was told.
“Now stand behind your big leather chair and turn it around…”
Susan did as she was told.
“Now get up on it…”
Susan looked confused. “You mean stand on the chair?”
“On your knees on the chair! Do I have to explain everything to you???”
Susan didn’t answer. She knelt onto the chair, facing Tammy and holding onto the back of the chair with her hands. Her bare feet dangled behind her off the chair. Tammy walked over to Susan, whose anxiety grew as Tammy approached and then stood behind her.
“Punishment time…”
“Tammy, what are you doing…”
“Shut up and pull down your pants!”
“Tammy, no…”
“Drop them!”
Susan realized she had run out of things to say to stop this. She reached under her jacket, undid her pants and slowly lowered them, revealing her upper legs and red panties. When her pants fell to her knees, her jacket fell over her bottom.
“Now the panties!”
Susan whimpered quietly as she reached up under her jacket again and reached into the waistband on her panties. Seeing Susan’s progress, Tammy stepped around to the front of Susan, cracked open her desk drawer and pulled out a ruler. By the time she stepped back behind, Susan’s panties were down to her knees as well. Tammy stood tall, observing Susan’s pants and panties crumpled around her knees.
Tammy ordered Susan to lift and hold her jacket and shirt up. Susan did so, shaking her head pleadingly as she did so. Her silk shirt trailed behind the jacket on the way up Susan’s mid-section, clinging to her ass as it slipped higher and higher. Susan’s ass and legs fully exposed, Tammy began to run the ruler up the back of Susan’s leg to her butt.
“How many smacks would you like, Susan, five or ten?”
“No, please Tammy…”
“NO is NOT an option Susan. Five or Ten, or I’ll decide!”
Susan responded immediately, desperately. “Five, please!”
Tammy waited before responding.
“I’ll tell you what, we’ll decide at five if we need to keep going… now count these out, Susan…”
And with that, Tammy ran the ruler into position over Susan’s butt, Susan readied herself in disbelief at her predicament, still holding her jacket and shirt up, and then Tammy spanked her.
Susan jumped at the smack and quickly counted “One!”
Tammy was pleased. Susan looked straight forward, trying to ignore what was happening to her. A second SMACK! “Two!” The second smack hurt. Susan shifted her weight back and forth, as if to manage the pain.
A third SMACK! “Three!” Susan’s voice cracked this time. Her jacket slipped a little and she scrambled to re-gather it. Tammy studied the redness on Susan’s ass, delirious with the pleasures of revenge.
A fourth SMACK! “Four!” Susan’s voice trailed at the end of the word as her eyes swelled with tears. Tammy couldn’t see Susan’s eyes fully, but she sensed her boss’ discomfort.
SMACK! “Five!” The jacket slipped again. Susan looked down as she scrambled to regain control of her clothes. As she looked down, a tear streamed out of her eye.
“It’s decision time, Susan. Would you like five more?” Tammy asked, mockingly.
“No…” Susan struggled to regain her composure. Her eyes were pleading. Tammy let her hang in that desperation several seconds.
“Stand up and face me Susan, and keep that jacket and shirt up!”
Susan gratefully backed up and off the chair. Holding her jacket and shirt up, there was nothing to prevent her pants from falling to her ankles. She faced Tammy, exposed from her navel down to her knees where her panties still hung. Tammy studied her from top to bottom. Since Tammy was in heels, she looked down at Susan. Susan’s knees shook slightly from the emotion of the moment, and she quietly worked to regain her breath. Tammy’s eyes stopped at Susan’s dirty blonde pussy, only a bit darker than her salon-treated hair above. Tammy smiled, remembering how several women had wondered if Susan was really a natural blonde.
“I’m willing to stop at five on two conditions, do you want to hear them Susan?”
Susan nodded frantically. “Yes!”
“The two conditions are that I better have an interview tomorrow, first, and number two, that you shave yourself…”
Susan felt even more exposed at that moment. But she was desperate to avoid the ruler.
“Yes, I’ll do it!”
“If you fail on either task, you’ll pay with 15 smacks tomorrow, understand Susan?”
“Yes!”
Tammy looked satisfied. She turned and headed to the door, creating a kind of panic in Susan when she realized she was going to open her office door. Everyone was gone by that hour usually, but what if…?
Tammy stopped at the door and turned back around.
“Put your clothes back on, Susan!”
Susan quickly began pulling herself back together, pulling her pants up just before Tammy exited. “I’ll leave your shoes outside the door…”
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Thursday morning, Tammy came in right at 9am. That was late by her standards. Susan was already there, having suffered another long night without Bill. Bill had come home late, and Susan had met him when he got in at 2am “from work.” They had gone straight to bed, to sleep that is.
Tammy called into Susan’s line. Susan picked right up.
“So?” Tammy asked.
“They’ll interview you today! You’re on for 10am if you can make it.” Susan said excitedly.
Tammy went for the interview at 10, and it went well. She came back an hour later, pleased. She dialed Susan and told her to get an answer from “upstairs” today, or else there would be “more punishment.” Susan quickly agreed.
“Did you complete your other task?” Tammy asked.
Susan’s voice dropped, mortified to be speaking of this at work. “Yes.”
The day passed, and they did not hear back from “upstairs.” Tammy told Susan not to leave until Tammy ok’d it. At 7pm, Tammy walked into Susan’s office and locked the door. Susan was visibly nervous and fearful of Tammy, since there had been no answer from “upstairs” yet. Susan had already lowered the window shades! The locked door told her she was in for another “punishment.”
Susan was wearing a dressy blouse and long skirt. Perhaps she’d figured out why Tammy had taken her shoes the previous day, because she was wearing a pair that Tammy had never seen before. These were black and shiny with a long point, as is the fashion.
“Get out of my chair!” Tammy ordered as she walked towards Susan.
Susan jumped up and aside and Tammy took her place. She told Susan to “pull a chair around” and Susan did as she was told. Tammy told Susan to pull the chair close enough that they were sitting about two feet apart, at a slight angle to partially face each other. Susan sat quietly and waited for Tammy to start whatever was about to happen.
When they were settled in, Tammy gave Susan her first order.
“Take your shoes off…” Susan complied, and Tammy added, “I want you barefoot…”
Susan reached under her skirt and pulled off her hose. Tammy put her hands out and Susan handed everything over. She threw Susan’s shoes and hose into a corner.
Tammy turned back to converse. She crossed her legs. Tammy was wearing a tight white one-piece outfit with shoulder straps. She had white strapped-down heels on. Even though Tammy’s shoes covered very little, they stood in contrast to Susan’s naked lower legs and feet. Susan felt exposed of course, which was Tammy’s design. She began to cross her legs also…
“Don’t cross your legs!” Tammy ordered, and Susan put them back as they were.
“Let’s see it…” Tammy said. Susan looked confused for a moment. Tammy raised her eyebrows and motioned to Susan’s private region. Susan understood.
“Tammy….” Susan tried to say something, but Tammy cut her off.
“SUSAN!” Tammy said forcefully, and Susan quickly whispered back, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
She began to undo her skirt. Susan’s hands trembled as she did so. Tammy sat up straight, coldly observing. When Susan had pulled open her skirt, she moved to pull her panties open for Tammy to see. Tammy interrupted again.
“SUSAN! Take it all OFF!”
Susan understood quickly and handed over her skirt to Tammy, who folded it and put it off to the side on Susan’s desk. She then moved to her panties. They were black today. Susan pulled herself up from her chair slightly to slip the panties off her mid-section. Slowly she worked her panties down her legs and then off. Tammy smiled and put out her hand, and Susan handed her panties over.
“Lift your shirt!”
Susan did so while Tammy threw her panties in the corner.
“Spread your legs and lift your shirt higher…”
Susan cracked open her legs several inches, and Tammy told her “more.” Susan obliged. Susan’s knees were about 10 inches apart when Tammy was finally satisfied, and she was holding up her shirt so that Tammy could observe from Susan’s belly button down.
Tammy enjoyed the view for a minute or two, an endless two minutes for Susan. Susan was naked from the waist down being observed by a beautiful woman who controlled her in every way. Tammy’s next words relieved Susan greatly.
“You have completed the task, Susan.”
Susan hoped this might mean the evening was over, but she wasn’t so lucky.
“Here’s the plan for tonight. I’m going to have dinner with Bill in a little while. If two things happen, that will be my last dealing with your husband and you’ll never have to worry about all those ugly files of yours getting in the wrong hands. Do you want to know the two conditions, Susan?”
“Yes…” Susan answered enthusiastically.
“I thought so. First, they’re going to call tomorrow offering me that job upstairs and second, you’re going to do whatever it takes to make up for mistreating me all these years. Do you understand, Susan?”
“Yes!”
“And do you agree?”
“Yes, I agree Tammy!”
Tammy smiled in triumph. She sat back in her chair, waiving her foot around between Susan’s bare legs.
“I’m getting tired of looking at you hold up your shirt. In fact, I want you naked. Take it all off!”
Susan’s head dropped in resignation. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, carefully studying each button and occasionally looking up to see Tammy’s foot dance around between her legs. As she gradually unwrapped her shirt from her upper body, Susan’s eyes registered the helplessness of her situation, stripping naked for her assistant. Her stomach also betrayed Susan’s stress, huffing and puffing as Susan’s breathing accelerated.
“The bra!”
Susan reached behind and unhooked her bra. She offered no resistance, pulling her bra forward as she brought her hands back around. Her breasts emerged from behind her bra as she pulled it off. Tammy took the shirt and bra and put them away, then sat back and enjoyed the view. Susan tried to cover up, so Tammy ordered her to put her arms behind her back. As Susan’s hands clasped behind her, Tammy’s took in every inch of her nudity. Susan looked off into the distance where she surely wished she was at that moment. Susan still worked out regularly, which was apparent when Tammy took in the view. Susan’s stomach was flat, with just a hint of little blond hairs teasing you to follow them down to her pussy. Her breasts were hard.
Tammy was in the prime of her life physically, but she appreciated Susan’s discipline all those years at that moment. She also appreciated the justice of the situation…
“If Bill could see you now…”
Tammy’s words hit Susan’s exposed nerve dead on. Her lips began to quiver and her eyes teared up.
“What would he think?”
A tear rolled down Susan’s cheek, and she wiped it away. Since Tammy had told Susan to put her hands behind her back, she was none too pleased. Even though Susan rushed her hand back into place, Tammy began to scold her for not following directions. She ordered Susan to hold out her hands. Susan’s hands are soft from decades of special salon treatment, and her fingers are long and confident. But they shook slightly as she held them out for Tammy’s inspection… or punishment? Susan didn’t know what to expect.
Tammy told Susan that her hands had not followed her commands and punishment would follow. She then reached into Susan’s desk and, after some searching, pulled out an envelope. Tammy then told Susan to remove all her jewelry.
“I want you COMPLETELY naked!”
Exposed as she felt, Susan felt even more vulnerable as she removed her watch and lowered it into the envelope. Removing her wedding ring was the most difficult thing, like a ceremonial acknowledgement of Tammy’s control over Susan.
After she had Susan’s hand jewelry, Tammy ordered her to remove her earrings. Tammy closed the envelope and watched Susan return her hands to place. She put the envelope on the desk. Susan’s eyes followed the envelope until it was on the desk. Tammy let the moment hang. She tugged on the bottom of her dress to straighten it out. She was eye-turningly beautiful in her long white outfit. She ordered Susan’s hands back behind her back. Susan was naked, unadorned, raw and on display.
After a moment, Tammy stood and ordered Susan to stand up. Susan did as she was told. Tammy ordered her to return the chair to its place. When Susan had done so, Tammy ordered her back behind the desk and to sit on the desk.
Confused at first, Susan eventually hopped up onto her desk. The glass surface felt ice cold to her. Her hands still clasped behind her, she watched Tammy push back her leather chair and step closer. Smiling down at Susan, Tammy put her hands on the insides of Susan’s thighs and pulled her legs apart slowly. Susan’s feet hung from the edge of the desk and Tammy stood between them. Tammy put a finger under Susan’s chin.
“I want that job upstairs!”
Susan nodded in agreement. “Yes”
“You’re going to make that happen tomorrow!”
“Yes Tammy, I will!”
Tammy ran her finger down Susan’s neck, then her breast. She stopped at Susan’s right nipple.
“Bill is definitely a breast man…”
Susan could not believe her ears. Under these circumstances, was Tammy really going to talk about her sexual escapades with her husband??? Tammy began tracing a circle around Susan’s nipple. She became visibly uncomfortable.
“…Sometimes he strips me naked… just rips the clothes right off me…”
Tammy’s eyes focused on Susan’s breast. She closed in with her thumb and index finger and began lightly tugging and pinching Susan’s s nipple. Tammy continued, speaking more and more slowly.
“…and he squeezes my nipples…and I moan with pleasure…and he pinches me harder…until I feel like electricity is shooting through my body with each touch…”
Tammy took both nipples into her hands, which sprang to attention under Tammy’s touch. Susan helplessly watched her body become aroused.
“…I beg him not to stop…he traces my body with his hands…he teases my pussy…”
Tammy ran her hands down Susan’s stomach, then onto her thighs.
“…I unbutton his shirt and his pants…his clothes fall off him…I dive into his muscular chest…I kiss his nipples and I lick his stomach…”
Tammy ran her fingers along the insides of Susan’s thighs.
“…he pushes me onto the bed…and I spread my legs for him…I am his whore…I am dripping wet for him…He can do anything he wants to me…”
Susan’s breathing accelerated. With Tammy’s fingers teasing her legs, her feet clenched and released.
“…Bill stands over me with a huge erection…I can’t wait to feel his cock inside me…”
Susan’s chest heaved as she took in a big gulp of air. Her face was flush with excitement.
Tammy’s hands stopped suddenly. She picked Susan’s face up by her chin to look in her eyes, which were flush with excitement. Susan snapped back to reality. Tammy looked at Susan, as though studying her.
“I just realized something, Susan. I have denied you sex with Bill for almost a month…”
Susan’s eyes darted away from Tammy’s.
“…you must be desperate for release…”
Tammy paused for a moment and then ordered Susan up off the desk. Susan was startled.
“NOW!” barked Tammy.
Susan jumped up, and then she turned to Tammy, who was looking at the desk, smiling. There, on the glass surface, was the trace of humidity from where Susan’s pussy had just been. A mortified Susan knew what Tammy was thinking.
Tammy ordered Susan to pick up her shoes. Susan hoped this might mean the end of her ordeal, but she sensed it was not over. Tammy ordered Susan to her knees. She kneeled. Tammy took a seat before her on the leather chair. She crossed her legs, pushing one foot towards naked and confused Susan.
“Take my shoe off, and put the black one on…”
Susan did as she was told. As she removed Tammy’s strapped white shoe and replaced it with her own shiny black shoe, Tammy kept talking.
“…sometimes Bill kisses my feet and then my ankles…and then he licks me up my legs…sometimes he stops and I beg him to keep going…he keeps getting closer and closer to my pussy…”
The shoe in place, Tammy ordered Susan’s hands back behind her.
“Does it excite you to hear about Bill fucking another woman?”
Susan’s eyes fixed on Tammy’s foot, which waved around inches from her. Tammy inched forward, using the pointy end of the shiny shoe to wedge between Susan’s legs. Suddenly Susan knew what Tammy intended to do.
“Wider!”
Susan spread her legs wider. Tammy pushed forward with her foot. She pushed the point in towards Susan’s pussy.
“Huh Susan? Does it make you wet?”
Susan’s eyes widened as Tammy began to rub her pussy with her shoe. Susan was soaked, and when Tammy pulled her shoe away, it had recorded Susan’s arousal.
Tammy observed the moisture on the shiny edge of her shoe. Then she pushed it back in. Susan struggled to reconcile her anger at being so out of control and her desire to satisfy the pulsing sensation below
“I thought so…”
Tammy pushed into Susan’s pussy again.
“Tell me something, Susan, do you use a vibrator?”
It was obvious to Tammy that Susan was delirious with almost a month of sexual build-up.
“…no…”
Tammy laughed mockingly. Tammy pulled the shoe tip up, parting Susan’s pussy lips as she did so.
“Do you touch yourself?”
“…no…”
Susan’s chest heaved with each brush against the tip of her shoe. As Tammy’s rhythm became apparent, Susan felt herself grind against it.
“That’s right Susan, grind…grind…get yourself off…it feels so good…”
A little at first, Susan started grinding more and more, and Tammy kept encouraging it. Tammy watched Susan grinding, watched how her naked pussy lips straddled the sides of the tip of her shoe, how her tits bounced gently with each hump. Susan’s excitement grew, and little grunts came from her mouth. Tammy noticed Susan was staring at Tammy’s legs while grinding.
“Bill loves my legs…he tells me they’re sexy…aren’t they sexy, Susan?”
Susan was grinding up and down. She nodded and whispered “yes!”
“It feels good, doesn’t it Susan?”
“…yes…”
“Say it…”
Susan kept grinding faster and faster.
“…It feels good…”
“Again…”
“…It feels good…”
“You want to cum?”
Susan’s pussy was engorged around her shoe.
“…yes!…”
Tammy smiled. She pulled her shoe out. Susan was out of control. She looked longingly at the shoe.
“Do you want to cum, Susan?”
“…Yes!…”
“Beg me to let you finish yourself off.”
Susan was writhing in place, her weight shifting from knee to knee, desperate for anything between her legs.
“Please let me cum!”
Tammy raised her shoe higher.
“Kiss it, and lick it all off”
Susan leaned down and began licking the point of her shoe.
“Beg again”
Susan tried again in between licks. “Please…let me cum…please!”
Tammy watched her for a moment and then gave the order.
“Finish yourself off!”
Susan kept licking and kissing Tammy’s shoe, then her foot and ankle. Her hands unclenched and dove into her pussy. Tammy watched from above as Susan drove herself to orgasm. When she peaked, Susan turned her head from Tammy’s ankle and let out her relief.
“Haaaaaa, haaaaaa, haaaaa….” moaned Susan, still rubbing herself below and with her cheek on Tammy’s ankle.
Then she collapsed. Partly from exhaustion, and partly from the realization of what she had just done. Susan’s face still buried in Tammy’s foot, Tammy watched Susan’s back expand and contract with each breath. Slowly the heaving stopped.
Tammy ordered her to switch back her shoe. Susan did as she was told. Tammy stood up and repeated her demand: she WOULD have that job the next day. Susan nodded in exhausted agreement. Tammy ordered her to quickly dress. She had a date to get to… with Bill.
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The next day, Susan called Tammy. She had the job. She would start in one week. Tammy informed Susan that her ordeal would soon be over. They said little to each other in the days that followed, perhaps both a little embarrassed. Bill had several more “late nights”, but seemed to come home increasingly frustrated each time. Tammy and Susan had lunch on Tammy’s last day. Tammy told Susan she would put all her “files” away at home, never to be revealed as long as Susan kept her distance and stayed respectful. Susan agreed.
On Tammy’s first day on the new job, a dejected Bill came home early from a “business trip.” Susan realized Tammy had been true to her word. That night, Susan and Bill began the long process of repairing their marriage.