Getting Even

"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.