Jessica's Change Management Ch. 13

"Ivvv bnnn too dmb to psss zzze tssst. Im srrriii frrr bnnng lousssiii ass-issstnnnt." I continued my self-degradation.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

A new surge of blows rained down onto my stinging palms. This time, the blows were way harsh. So I had to push against the pressure to keep my hands from dropping down.

Gnawing on my lower lip, however, I desperately tried to remain silent this time. I had seen the look of joy in Justin's eyes when I had howled and whined. No way, I wanted to give him this additional pleasure.

It was so hard, though! With every stroke, my facial muscles were twitching and my eyes squinted. I could feel tears forming in my eyes and my sight became glazed. I didn't want to cry, though. It would only be another win in Justin's book.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The next round of strokes whipped down onto my palms. The wallops were super powerful. So the wooden ruler bent and snapped back up. Shoot! Dang! Shoot! The pain was surging through my body, making my head spin. The intern brute was really paddling my hands! No way, I could stand this any longer. For sure, I had to stand this longer.

SMACK!... SMACK!...

As I had stopped screaming, Justin changed his method. He was making me wait for each wallop. Gosh! This was almost worse than the pain from the blows. The anticipation was killing me.

Even worse, he had hit my fingers with those two whacks. The pain was on a totally new level, making me screw up my face to keep the tears from falling. What a miracle that I had managed to keep my hands still! Howsoever I had done it. Only 4 more lashes to go!

SM...

When Justin lifted the wooden ruler again, he feinted the next stroke. Letting the ruler hurtle down, he stopped it inches above my palms. The deception totally caught me off guard. I flinched and started turning my hands.

I had almost turned my hands halfway when I regained my composure. No way, I would get fooled that easily. Quickly, I held out my palms again. Please don't count it as disobedience, please don't! I prayed to myself for the young henchman to let it slip.

"Mmmppphhh!" I cried out next.

Justin had let my faux pas slip. Yay! However, he had thrashed down onto my palms with überhard force instead. Nay! The pain was making me nauseous. My legs turned to jelly and my knees began to buckle. I was getting close to tumbling down. Oh no! That would count as disobedience for sure.

"Mph! Mph!..."

As I knew how much the intern brute enjoyed me writhing in pain, I screamed into the 'tie gag' and danced on the spot for him. After all, I hoped he would lessen the strokes that way. The first two strokes made me shake and quiver. With my focus on screaming, tears finally started flowing freely, running down my cheeks in a glistening trail.

I was voluntarily screaming and crying for this evil brute. So much for keeping a bit of dignity. Whatever! Only one more stroke to go.

"Umph!" I squealed in surprise when my knees gave way and I tumbled to the ground.

I had known that the blow was coming. I had known that it would be mega harsh. Yet, I hadn't expected what was actually happening. Justin lifted the ruler and flogged it down...

... onto my titties.

The final wallop landed right across the top of both my big, soft funbags. With the necktie still laced around my boobies, my titty flesh was way swollen. So my juggies were two bulging meat cones. It only made the vigorous blow hurt that much more.

Stunner!

It was too much! The surprise in combination with the anguish and distress overwhelmed me and made my knees buckle. I fell down onto my ass really hard, even though I somehow managed to keep my hands stretched out with my palms up.

It had been the final stroke! I had kept my hands out all the time. Yet, I had failed! I hadn't managed to keep still. Despite fully obeying my intern, it felt like I had let him down! I couldn't even pass my punishment. I was such a stupid thickie. Bummer!

Sitting with my ass on the ground and my hands stretched out, I looked up to Justin. The toothy grin plastered all over his face told me how much he was pleased with his success. He had managed to make me bow down to him by only using the ruler.

"That's a good position for you, especially with your hands stuck out, Missy." He rubbed it in. "For that, we can give you a pass."

"After all, you're just a compliant, busty airhead." He said while petting my head in a comforting manner. "We shouldn't expect too much, right? You should be proud, though, 'bout scoring on all 3 dimensions."

What?!? He was letting me get away with my disobedience. That was totally uncharacteristically for him. Yet, the way he talked down to me and petted my head made me overflow with gratitude. I couldn't be mad at the young boy. Even the way he alluded to the 'ABC for hiring' didn't sound unfounded. He was only playing with his toy, wasn't he?

With the punishment over, I remained sitting on the ground rubbing my stinging palms. Oh boy! They were scalding hot and glowing fiery red. For sure, I couldn't hold a pen for a couple of days. In the end, Justin had ensured that I had to take anal notes as of now. How fitting for a personal ass-istant!

After letting me catch a breath for a couple of minutes, Justin suddenly jumped off the leather chair like a scalded cat. Grabbing the pearl necklace that was still dangling off my pussy, he abruptly pulled on it. I felt a bead slipping out of my twat. Oh no! I couldn't let the bead chain slide out completely.

It would be another disobedience. For sure, the slimeball wouldn't let another insubordination go unpunished. I couldn't bear another failure anyway. So I quickly followed the taskmaster's lead and hustled to my feet.

"Two sexretary tasks 'n a mixed performance. Seems like you didn't really make a case for the open position, dollie." He mocked me.

"One hit 'n one failure." He reminded me. "It's make-or-break time now. You fail the next test 'n you'll find your silly ass sacked on the spot, bitchface."

"Maybe, we set our sights too high for you, yummy dummy. The position as sexretary's over your head, apparently." He deliberated. "Still, Mr. Ortega wants to give you a chance. So the role as resexionist might be better suited for a bimbo ditz like you."

OMG! Another taunt! Another sexist pun!

This one sounded even more belittling than the former did. A receptionist? That position was below a secretary on the status letter. A secretary at least prioritized workloads, managed databases, and organized meetings. A receptionist, on the other hand, only did stuff like meeting and greeting clients or answering and forwarding phone calls. It was the absolute rookie position in the company.

"Looks like we need you dressed for success first, though. Can't have you looking all disheveled when meeting Mr. Ortega's clients, can we?" Justin pointed at my dress bunched around my hips.

Um... what? I was supposed to meet my rival's clients? I was supposed to be dressed for success? No way, I could be seen with the 'boobie tie' and 'pearly tail'! That would never do!

"Ohhh!" I gasped before I could finish my thought.

Grasping the 'boobie tie', the young henchman had pulled the necktie off my swelled up funbags. Phew! Finally, that titty trap was gone. Uuuh! Blood rushed back into my numb juggies. Jeez! That hurt!

Owie! I started stepping from one foot to the other. With the blood returning, my poor juggies started twinging. It pricked so badly, 'cause it literally felt like the intern brute was jabbing a fork into my soft, sensitive titty meat. Reaching up, I touched my engorged fleshglobes. Ouch! That was a bad idea 'cause I literally started dancing on the spot. My titties were just as sore as my hands.

"Umph!" I grunted painfully when Justin seized the clunky golden zipper and pulled it up to cover my boobies.

The dress was so tight the white fabric pressed against my sore, engorged fleshorbs. It irritated my twinging titty meat even more. Owie ouch!

Ortega's tie, however, wasn't out of use. Instead, the rude intern pulled the noose around my head and tightened the knot. He was putting the tie around my neck. Oh wow! What a weird styling choice. I mean, the golden necktie fit my gleaming white pencil dress with the golden accessories. Still, it was kinda unusual for women to wear stuff like that, right? It wasn't my biggest problem with the outfit, though, 'cause the pearl necklace still dangled between my legs. Even with the hemline pulled down, the bead chain was visible.

Fortunately, though, Justin had an understanding. As soon as I was on my feet, he pressed his hand against my back making me bend over and stick out my ass. Grabbing the pearl necklace, he pulled it through my legs. A grunt escaped my lips when he rudely stuffed the other end of the bead chain up my asshole.

Once again, he didn't give a rat's ass about my bunghole being kinda dry and tight. Duh! Bead after bead, he pushed through my ringpiece until he had buried a third of the necklace up my bowels. By now, the bead chain connected my ass and my pussy, dangling between the two holes in a kinky u-shape. Brushing down the hem of my white pencil dress, the pearl necklace disappeared. Phew! The 'pearly tail' was finally hidden.

"You better clutch your pearls." The intern brute reminded me. "Don't let your cunt get too wet, dollie. Those beads slip out 'n everybody's gonna see that tail. Hehehe!"

"Time to take you to your new office, Missy." Justin explained. "You're excited to make yourself at home in the receptionist area?"

Um... what please? Where please? He had to be kidding! He couldn't be talking about our receptionist area, could he? Oh Lordy! I hadn't thought about that yet.

After all, I had my own office right here on the executive floor. I had assumed we would stay on the upper floor during the ass-essment center to avoid running into any consultants. I could easily meet and greet Ortega's clients from my office after all.

Getting showcased to Ortega's clients as his personal ass-istant was bad. Getting paraded in front of our consultants as an office bimbo was way worse. They knew me as a tough-as-nails business executive. They shouldn't see me as a resexionist.

The mental image was too much for me! It was too over the top! It re-ignited my defiance. A hefty hitch seized me going right through my body. It made me stand on the spot stiff as a poker, not moving an inch. I wouldn't let anybody put me into so much danger, especially not some petty intern, and for sure not for something as silly as this stupid ass-essment center.

A tug on the golden tie pulled on my neck. Forget it, boy! Resisting with my back flexed, I stayed on my spot. Another tug. No chance, boy! Despite my determination, the pull made me bend forward. Struggling against it, I only relinquished a single step, though.

Justin looked back at me, obviously surprised by my sudden resistance. Shooting daggers at the dipshit, I only stressed my reactance. I wanted him to know that I wouldn't go along with his stupid plan.

In response, the rude intern's eyes narrowed to slits. Relenting pressure, he let the tie hang loosely. It seemed like he was waiting for me to come to my senses and follow him voluntarily. As if!

"Ooohhh!" I suddenly yelped when Justin gave the tie a major yank.

The way the slimeball had acted, I hadn't expected another tug. So the sheer force caught me off guard. It was so strong that it made me stumble forward and sent me to my knees. Bummer!

The intern brute didn't give a shit, though, simply walking out of Ortega's office while pulling me along on the leash. Oh snap! He was using the golden necktie like a leash. So objectifying! Oh shoot! He wouldn't stop dragging me along. So rude!

With my knees sliding over the hard floor, I wasn't strong enough to stop the young henchman. I tried to resist and fight back until we reached the door.

"We don't get to the receptionist area 'n you fail the test before it even started, bitch." He hissed.

"How dumb can you get? It's the final task, yummy dummy. " He reminded me. "You don't stop making a fuss 'n you get fired."

Goddamnit! This fucking ass-essment center. So annoying!

He was right, though. In my defiance, I had totally forgotten the magnitude of the situation. I had allowed myself to get carried away. So much for saving my career. I couldn't risk failing the final test. Actually, I should be anxious to pass it with flying colors, right?

The reminder of getting fired without notice did the trick and I gave up my resistance momentarily. Justin didn't wait for me to make a decision anyhow 'cause he picked up where he had left off, dragging me onto the hallway.

Even though I continued bristling with rage, I awkwardly hustled to my feet. Or at least, I tried 'cause it wasn't so easy. While straightening up, Justin continued pulling on the 'tie leash'. Stooped over, I tumbled back to my knees. Several times, I tried to get on my feet, only to slip and fall back down. Eventually I clumsily managed to find a footing. Gosh! That must have looked really comical.

Still seething with anger, I followed my rude intern until we reached the bottom of the stairs. There, I stopped again, 'cause I desperately wanted to avoid blindly running into disaster. Instead, I wanted to check out the situation first.

Once more, my resistance took Justin by surprise. Sighing noisily, he let the tie go and turned around. His look wasn't angry but irritated as if he was annoyed with a misbehaving child.

"OK, that's it. I'm done with your antics, Missy." He groaned. "You failed the third test."

What?!? Oh no! Oh no, no, no! This hadn't been a revolt. I hadn't tried to defy my intern. I had only wanted to make doubly sure that we were safe. I opened my mouth to object...

...and closed it again. Several times, I started to protest but the words got stuck in my mouth. Throwing a temper tantrum would only anger the slimeball and counteract my intent. So I eventually let my head hang in defeat.

"I... I... I'm sorry for my behavior, sir." I sniffed, close to tears. "I... wasn't..."

"... meaning to act like a fool?" Justin finished my sentence. "Maybe. But you behaved stupidly anyhow."

OMG! I wanted to cry. I wanted to run up the stairs and hide in my office. However, I reacted on impulse instead.

"I acted stupidly." I sobbed out.

Woah! I had said it. For the first time, I had said it loud. Somehow, though, I kinda felt better now. The slimeball had called me dumb and other such thingies all day long. Yet, I had never really accepted it deep down inside. Now, for the first time, I truly meant what I said.

After all, it was right, wasn't it? Everything that had happened the last weeks could have easily been avoided if I hadn't been such a fool. I had never admitted it before but confessing it publicly felt kinda liberating.

"I was so dumb." I continued. "I... I am so dumb."

Admitting my stupidity to this petty intern made it so humiliating but also so liberating. My face flushed in shame. At the same time, a jolt exploded in my loins and my nipples stiffened. Oh Lordy! I was getting aroused. Please, don't! Not like this. My body couldn't betray me so horribly.

Whatever caused me to feel this way? I mean, I was standing in the middle of the consultant floor, surrendering to this dipshit and performing the silly ass-essment center for him. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. Yet, I was more aroused than enraged. So silly! So foolish!

Apparently, Justin accepted my new-found honesty 'cause he picked up the golden tie and tugged on it to lead me to the receptionist area. My heart wasn't the only thing beating in overdrive, though. My pussy was pulsating, too. With every step, the pearl necklace swung around. With every step, the beads pulled and tugged on my snatch. I could barely focus on anything else.

I think, I described the office layout before. I'm not entirely sure, though. So much had happened that it was kinda hard to remember all these details, you know?

Anyways, there were two office suites. Both had a T-shape. The upper level was the executive floor that could only be entered via a stairway from the lower consultant floor. There was a meeting room down the right corridor and a library down the left corridor. CEO O'Bannon's office was located at the end of the hallway. Ortega's office was on the left and my office was on the right side. Additionally, there was a restroom next to our offices. In the center of the T-shape was the stairway down to the consultant floor.

At the foot of the stairway, three corridors branched off. The consultant rooms were located down the left and right hallway. At the end of the right corridor were the intern's office and the office kitchen. At the end of the left corridor were the secretaries' room and the copy room. Down the main hallway were the conference room on the left and the receptionist room on the right side. Analogous to the upper floor, there was a rest room on each side. At the end of the hallway was the entrance area.

Fortunately, it was really quiet down at the consultant floor. I only heard Miss Keelan chatting on the phone in the secretaries' office. Most of the consultants must have been out on business trips or so I thought.

Justin sat such a brisk pace that I could barely follow on my sky-high heels and had to bend forward to keep up. Tottering along, I noticed that my subordinates -- or rather my former subordinates ('cause you can't really be inferior to a receptionist, right?) - weren't on business trips mostly. Instead, they were sat in the conference room with Ortega. I guess they were holding an emergency meeting to discuss how to realize his new instructions.

Oh my god! What if they finished the meeting early and ran into me? What if they saw me acting as a receptionist? What if they saw me dressed up as an office bimbo? Shoulda, coulda, woulda! Whatever! First, I had to get passed the conference room without them noticing me getting lead around on a 'tie leash' by a petty intern.

The walls of the conference room consisted of frosted glass that obscured the view but still allowed recognizing the silhouettes of persons walking past. Additionally, there were vertical blinds to completely block the view. However, the consultants had left them open. Duh!

I could see the men sitting inside, although I couldn't make out which of my subordinates -- sorry former subordinates - were present. At the same time, the consultants could see two persons walking past the room.

Could they see the leash? Could they see my bend-over posture? I couldn't tell. Whatever! I could only hope they were too busy to care. Eventually, we reached the receptionist area, which was located right opposite the conference room. The walls consisted of the same frosted glass with vertical blinds although half the forefront was a spacious open entrance. Fortunately, the blinds were closed when we stepped inside.

After Miss Palmer had been laid-off, Miss Keelan split her time between staffing the receptionist area in the morning and the secretary office in the afternoon. Apparently, the young secretary had shut the blinds as a sign that the receptionist area was unmanned. Lucky me, I guess.

Yet, it showed that there was a point to testing my skills as a resexionist. After all, the receptionist area was unstaffed half the working day, right? So we needed someone to meet and greet clients. Did it have to be me, though? Well, you don't actually see many men filling out the role as receptionist, right?

The receptionist area was basically divided into two parts. The left side was taken up by a functional reception station with a pedestal and glass top. The right side was the waiting area with a couple of comfy chairs. Fortunately, the station was shielded from the hallway by the blinds while it allowed a direct view to the entrance door.