Spanked to Submission: A Novella

She seemed pleased by my compliance as she peered between my legs and at my naked cunt. After a few seconds of utter silence, Audree said, "Oh, I left the lotion in my purse, I will be right back." As she walked to the door, she paused and demanded, "Don't you dare move a muscle, Annie-girl." Purposefully, she left the door partially open.

I was mortified; this was a whole new level of risk and obedience. There I was, sitting on my desk, my dress up to my waist; legs spread wide open, and door partially open. I could hear rumblings from the outer office stirring. It seemed like forever for Audree to return. I was a nervous wreck, worried that another employee might walk into my office and catch me in this humiliating, submissive situation. How would I explain it? How could I explain it? Even so, as nervous as I was, my pussy was getting excited again. I could feel the juices warming up when she finally returned.

Thankfully, she closed and locked the door. She sat in my chair and was again between my legs. Without any talk, she started to apply the lotion. After only a minute of Ms. Audree's soft touch, her cell phone rang. She abruptly stopped and took the call. Ignoring me completely, she began having a conversation as if I was not there. I was trying to sit patiently, though desperate to have the young girl's touch back between my legs. Looking at her between my legs, the feelings in my pussy started to take over my body. I felt my breathing getting tougher to control and my nipples harden. My pussy lips involuntarily opened slightly. I desperately tried to control myself, afraid I might leak some of my juices on my desk, in front of my black assistant. Just as desperately, I wanted her gentle touch back on my cunt. The embarrassment of sitting this long, like a loyal puppy dog, was humiliating. She moved farther away as she began talking even more quietly, clearly not wanting me eavesdropping.

Even though I felt completely degraded, my legs spread wide in front of this beautiful black girl had me so excited that I had to do something about it. I began playing with myself. I tried to do it quietly so she would not see the effect she had on me, the desperation of my actions to masturbate on my desk like a little slut. As I brought myself closer to climax, I noticed a scent and realized the scent was me. My pussy scent had begun to permeate the air. I was horrified. If I could smell myself, I was sure must have been able to smell it too while her face had been between my legs. Yet as horrified as I was, the fire between my legs was more urgent. My breathing began to pick up when I heard the harsh voice of Audree, "Are you fucking kidding me? I leave you for one minute and you fucking try to get off? What kind of slut are you?" She was not happy with me at all.

My hand instinctively moved away from my ravished pussy as I looked down, avoiding eye contact, my shame hitting another all-time low.

"Tiara, I will have to call you back, my Annie-girl here needs some serious discipline." She then turned to me "Where is your phone?"

I couldn't fathom why she would need my phone or what she could possibly have in store for me. I pointed to my purse. She took out my phone, flipped it open and punched some buttons. Walking over to me, she asked, "So you need to come, Annie-girl?"

"Yes," I answered ashamed and horny.

"Yes, what?" she asked, clearly perturbed.

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I quickly corrected.

"Beg me to let you come," she ordered, amused.

I looked at her, not knowing how to even begin to beg, "Please, Ms. Audree, I need to cum so badly."

"That was pretty weak, Annie-girl, you will have to do better than that to convince me you deserve to come," she explained.

My cunt doing all my talking, I begged, "Ms. Audree, please allow your slave to cum. I will do anything, Mistress. You own me. Just please, I can't take it much longer."

In a flash, her hand went to my cunt and she inserted my phone. I gasped.

She looked at me amused as she grabbed her own phone and dialled. Who the Hell could she be calling? In a couple of seconds I got my answer. My phone began vibrating inside me. I can't even begin to explain how thrilling the vibrating sensation inside me felt. I let out a loud moan when the first vibration hit, a muffled scream during the second, and I came like a white trash whore on the third. When I opened my eyes, I saw a smiling Audree and her Iphone. She was either videotaping my descent to whoredom or taking pictures. Either way I was mortified beyond words, but could do nothing but allow the orgasm to complete its journey through my body.

When my orgasm subsided, Ms. Audree stopped taping, which I concluded was what she was doing, and reached for the lotion. She ordered, "You may take the phone out of your cunt, Annie-girl." I obeyed, thankful for such permission. I pulled out my phone and it dripped with my cunt cum. Audree laughed, "You really are a flooder, aren't you, Annie-girl?"

"I guess," I said, ashamed once again.

As she got ready to leave, she gave me permission to get dressed, complimented me on my better choice of clothes and reminded me, "Just remember what you said, my Annie-girl. You would do anything. ANYTHING."

I didn't even realize I had said such words, but in the horny state I was in, I am sure I did. But what made me happy was the rare compliment she had given me. She liked my clothing choice.

She pressed a button on her phone and began talking as she left my office, "Hi Tiara. You will not believe what my boss just did." Her amused voice faded as she left my office. I went to my washroom and dried up my soaked vagina as best I could. I also tried to clean my phone, but I have to admit it was astonishingly hard to get the smell of pussy juice off a phone. I finally returned to work, surprisingly focused, having had a great big orgasm.

My productivity was astonishing and my ideas vibrant as I worked like an ant pleasing her queen all day. I saw Ms. Audree a few times throughout the day, but it was all business. Again as I left there was a note and a packet of lotion for that evening and again the suggestion that she would see me in the morning.

I left work, hopped on the train and headed home. As I replayed the morning over and over in my head, my pussy started to get wet. My cell rang. I was surprised to see it was Audree. She had never phoned me after hours before. There were no pleasantries, just a question, "Does your phone still smell like cunt?"

Sniffing the phone, which was a very strange thing to do on a subway train, I realized it still did. "Yes, Ms. Audree," I answered, slightly embarrassed.

"When you get home, I expect you to fuck yourself to at least two orgasms. Is that understood, Annie-girl?"

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I replied, actually liking a task she gave for once.

"Please tell me exactly what you plan to do when you get home, Annie-girl," she ordered.

I realized what she was doing. She wanted me to speak out loud on the train my submission to her. I looked around the crowded subway train. Beside me was a high school boy, across from me an elderly grandma, and beside her a Chinese woman. I also noticed a couple middle-aged men standing in the aisle. I thought that they may or may not be near enough to hear my conversation. I shrugged, figuring who cares what these strangers heard me say and I went ahead and explained my plan for when I returned home. "Ms. Audree, I plan to strip myself naked, rush up to my room, grab my seven inch black dildo and shove it in my pussy. I also plan to grab my blue vibe and use it to tease my swollen clit as I fuck myself silly."

I heard a shocked gasp from the boy beside me. Looking up, I saw the elderly women looking at me with complete disdain. Ms. Audree complimented, "You are turning into a good white slut, Annie-girl."

I couldn't believe the words that came out of mouth next, "Thank you, Ms. Audree."

"One last thing, Annie-girl," she began.

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I nervously queried.

"I want you to flash at least one woman on the train before you get off, understood?"

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I responded, horrified by the new task.

She finished our conversation with a quick goodnight and hung up on me. I put mine away and kept my head down, avoiding any sort of awkward eye contact. I still had not fulfilled my task when I only had one stop left. Across the row, a pretty redhead, wearing a blue skirt, black pantyhose and pumps was reading a book. Luckily the boy was now gone. When I was only a few seconds from my stop, I opened my legs, swiftly lifted up my skirt and coughed. The redhead, as well as a couple of the men, looked at me, seeing my naked treasure. I kept my eyes on the redhead, a nervous smile on my face. Her mouth dropped slightly with shock. I held my slut pose for about five seconds and as the train slowed down, I abruptly stood up, letting my dress hide my cunt. I gave one last look at the redhead and winked. Her eyes never left me, but I couldn't tell if she was turned on or repulsed by what she had seen.

As I exited the train, one of the middle-aged men said aggressively, "If you need a real cock, I would be more than happy to oblige."

My face instantly turned red with embarrassment over the awkward situation I was now in. I ignored him and felt his hand pinch my ass. I kept walking, anxious to get off the train and away from this creepy man. Once off the train, I looked back and saw him wink as the train began to move again. Letting the pervert fade from memory, I replayed what I had just done. I had spread my legs and flashed a woman on a train...then I had winked at her. Where had that aggressiveness and forwardness come from? My pussy was so damp, I could feel it trickle down my legs as I walked the few blocks home from the train station.

By the time I got to my home, I was a horny mess. Once inside, all I could think about was completing Ms. Audree's orders and coming again. I was so horny, I removed my skirt and heels at the door and undressed on my way to the bedroom, ending up on my bed dressed only in thigh high stockings. I reached into my night-stand and grabbed both my blue vibrator and my black dildo. Usually I have to really get myself worked up to get the big black dildo inside me, but today my pussy was so lubed up already that the fuck-toy was easily engulfed by my love canal. Once all seven inches filled me, I turned on my thin high-powered vibe and allowed it to tease my clit. So horny from this strange day of submission, from this crazy moment of exhibitionism, it took only seconds for me to have my second orgasm of the day. I didn't let it subside. I held the vibe to my clit and began pumping the dildo in and out of my hot cunt. I fucked myself hard and fast as I replayed the morning in my head. The thrill of submitting to Audree was taking over my free will and overtaking my duty as a boss. Yet, that no longer mattered to me, as I brought myself to a second, third and fourth mind-blowing orgasms. I fell asleep exhausted from my multiple orgasms, dripping in sweat. I awoke about 11. I ate a little, read a couple of chapters of the novel I had been neglecting, and went back to bed, wondering what the Hell I was becoming. I hadn't come like that or had that many orgasms ever. I put lotion on my still tender pussy region and fell back asleep, oddly content.

8. HUMILIATED BY OTHERS

The following morning, I woke up before my alarm went off. After a quick shower, I got dressed for the day. It was Friday, and I assumed that meant that Ms. Audree would be spanking me again. The submission to her had somehow turned me on this week, but the thought of her spanking me again, causing such pain, was not even remotely exciting. I looked in my closet and cursed my rather limited selection of dresses and skirts. I would have to go shopping this weekend. I eventually picked a blue blouse, my favourite colour, a black leather skirt, something I had never worn to work before, and beige thigh high stockings, my last clean pair. I added stockings to my mental list as I headed out the door.

Against my will, on the way to work I began to get excited about having my young, black, sexy, assistant lathering my privates with lotion. I was a little more composed than yesterday, beginning to accept the fact that it was going to happen and that I secretly wanted it to. As I got off the train and started walking to the office, about a five minute walk, I began to feel myself leaking; my juices ran to the top of my thigh highs stockings. What the fuck is a matter with me? Why am I getting so excited about having her treat me this way? I arrived earlier than Ms. Audree and went straight to my office's restroom to attempt to dry myself again. After drying my pussy, I returned to my desk. I looked for a note and found none, so I sat at my desk and waited for her arrival. I attempted to do some work, but was just too distracted about the possibilities of what lay ahead to be productive.

A half hour after she should have arrived, I received a telephone call from Ms. Audree. She said, sounded sincerely apologetic, "Sorry Annie-girl, but I completely forgot I had a 9 o'clock appointment today. I dropped the lotion off at the security desk for the building. You can pick it up there. Sorry but have to run, see you after lunch, Annie-girl."

I reluctantly, annoyed and disappointed, went down to the main lobby to pick up the package Ms. Audree had left for me. As the elevator descended I began to realize this was a blessing. Now I didn't have to worry about any sort of potential public humiliation. I reached the security desk to retrieve package. At the desk was a large black woman, about 5'10", maybe 175. She had coal black eyes and ruby red lips. She looked like someone you would not want to mess with.

I told her politely that Ms. Audree had dropped something off for me.

She asked, "Ms. Audree, now who would that be?"

I cursed to myself as I realized my error, "Oh, Audree Williams, Ma'am."

"And why do you call her by that name?" she asked, curiously.

I blushed, embarrassed by the question, but unwilling to give the truthful answer. I hesitated as I considered my lie, before I finally answered, "It is a sign of respect, just as I call you, Ma'am."

"Okay, it just seems funny that an older woman like you would be addressing a younger woman so properly," she said, her tone still probing. "By the way, I am Ms. Jones."

"Hello, Ms Jones, I guess it is just a habit I picked up that is hard to break. Blame my stay at home, Leave it to Beaver mother," I joked.

Ms. Jones laughed back and asked, "And who might you be?"

"I am Ann Pennington, Ma'am,"

She rubbed her chin, "Ann, you say. You are one of the executives on the 18^th floor aren't you?"

"Yes", I answered.

She picked up my bottle of lotion, and looked at the envelope attached to it. A peculiar smirk appeared as she read the name, "Annie-girl, is that you?"

I blushed again, and stated in a low voice, "Yes, that is me, Ms. Jones."

Trying to make sense of it all, she clarified, "So you call Audree, Ms. Audree and she calls you Annie-girl?" She started to laugh and I began to wonder if she was beginning to put two and two together. She said, clearly toying with me and amused by the whole situation, "Okay, I will just need to hear you say who you are one more time and I can give you your lotion, okay?"

Angry and just wanting to leave, I barked out a little louder than I wanted too, "I am Annie-girl. Now give me my stuff, Ms. Jones."

"Didn't Ms. Audree teach you manners? You need to say the magic words, Annie-girl!!" Ms Jones stated in a condescending voice. It was obvious that she knew of my submissive weakness, otherwise she would not have been playing such a game with a high-powered executive who could have her fired in a heartbeat.

Furious now and with gritted teeth, "Ms. Jones, may I please have my bottle of lotion?"

"Here you are Annie-girl." She handed me the bottle, with a smug look and a raised eyebrow.

I grabbed it rudely from her hand and walked off, thinking how embarrassing that all was and what a fucking bitch the security guard was. Firing her popped into my head, but I assumed that Ms. Audree would punish me for such a reaction. Back in the elevator, I read the note.

Dear Annie-girl,

Sorry I could not be there to personally look after your cunt for you. The good news is I have a friend who is willing to help. Go to the bookstore across the street and ask for Tiara. She will be expecting you.

Ms. Audree

As the elevator door opened at my floor, I just stood, immobile. Again I told myself this whole thing had gone too far. Not only that, it was getting worse. I considered just ignoring the instructions. Instead I pressed the button for the lobby and descended back down.

As I walked past the security desk, Ms. Jones called out, "Back so soon, Annie-girl?" The tone in her voice was an odd mix of flirting and sarcasm.

I ignored her and walked past the lobby and out into the fresh air. I crossed the street and stopped in front of the bookstore. I hesitated, wanting to disobey, but deathly scared to. I took a deep breath and walked into the bookstore. The store was seemingly empty, having just opened a few minutes ago. I hoped the woman who now approached was not Tiara. She looked about my age, but extremely overweight. Asking for Tiara, I was relieved when she pointed to the back of the store. I found the door mark 'Manager' and knocked. "Come in," a voice bellowed.

The girl inside was outrageously beautiful. She had dark brown eyes, long wavy black hair with red streaks. Like Ms. Audree, she also had massive round breasts. She looked to be a bit older, maybe 19, but definitely too young to be Manager of a bookstore. I awkwardly asked, "Are you Tiara?"

She smiled with an air of confidence, "And you must be Annie?"

I was relieved she hadn't called me Annie-girl. Still I acted like a shy school girl waiting for a boy to ask her out with my simple "Yes."

"And what can I do for you?" she asked, her confident smirk telling me she already knew why I was there.

"Ms. Audree sent me." I sounded more resigned than I wanted.

"Why?" she asked, as she looked at me, forcing me to say what I needed her to do.

Utterly disgraced as a woman, I whispered, "I need you to put cream on my vagina."

"Your what?" she asked, pretending to not hear me.

"My vagina," I repeated.

She laughed. "Don't you mean cunt?"

"Yes, my cunt," I stammered. I just wanted this nightmare to end.

"Well get out of that skirt, slut. I don't have all day," she instructed as if I was an inconvenience to her day.

I slipped off my skirt, not once looking at the beautiful black girl.

"No panties, thigh high stockings, shaved cunt, Audree really has you trained well," she said approvingly. I kept my head down and submissively waited instructions. She walked over to me and took the lotion from my hand. She whispered in my ear, "You are a very good slave, aren't you?" Her hot breath sending pleasure shivers through my entire body.

"Yes, ma'am."

"You get wet by just obeying orders, don't you?" she questioned, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered, my pussy getting excited, the answer a humiliating truth.

She squeezed my ass, "Do you need to come?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She walked back to her desk, grabbed a banana and handed it to me. My pussy knew what she intended it for. My brain did not. I just stared at it for some time, both disgusted and excited. Finally and without any further direction, I slid it into my vagina. I let out a moan of pleasure as I began fucking myself. I closed my eyes to avoid the humiliation of seeing the black beauty watching me. I felt her hands on my ass as she returned to my ear. As I continued fucking myself, Tiara kept squeezing my ass while also biting, nibbling and licking my ear. Then she called me names.