Second Job

It was about 30 transactions to close when I was told that Ms. Ochoa wanted to see me after closing. Although I wore a pager per her orders, I never turned it on. piece of tail her. showtime off, if the money from this job wasn't going to help my son in college, I wouldn't be here. Secondly, I'm a executive program at my real job so I don't take orders well. Thirdly, ever since the little prissy Mexican, Ms. Ochoa, became supervisor she had these little nit fussy orders that were just bullshit. Finally, the trueness be known, all Mexican's were lazy freeloaders and especially her newly hired, do cipher, 17 yr old niece who unfortunately worked on my gang. All the other gal would never say anything to her about her not doing her share of work and were afraid to because she was the Bos's niece. They warned me not to cross her because she would tell her aunt. So what, I would tell them, they could kiss her ass but I damn trusted wasn't. Earlier that switching I ripped into her in front of the former gals about getting off her lazy ass and doing her ploughshare. I never knew Mexicans could get red in the look but she did and stormed out of the break room. And, if looks could drink down, I'd be one dead blue eyed blond. Big deal. At 5'9"and 180 lbs, her prissy little 5'0"ass wanted none of me. So, fuck her and her Aunt.

When I got to Ms. Ochoa's door it was closed. I knocked and was told to come in. Ms. Ochoa was almost the pitter-patter look-alike of her niece, although at 35 she was giving in the fizzle and hips. They both had those black defiant eyes and petite features.

Ms. Ochoa was looking at some paperwork on her desk as I walked up.

You wanted to see me ?

She pushed her president back from the desk, crossed her wooden leg, and looked at me smugly.

I noticed in your personnel file that you are a supervisor on your early job.

Yes, but why are you looking at my personnel file ?

I'm thinking about firing you.

What…why ?

Suppose you had an employee that didn't follow purchase order, had a bad posture, and did not get along with fellow employees. What would you do to that individual ?

I would counsel them but certainly not send away them.

Would you discipline them ?

Ah, yes. If need be.

Would you consent to being disciplined in club to hold on your job ? Afterall, don't you send this money to your son in college ?

Yes, I do send my son money but I don't see where that is any of your business. fuck her, I thought. This is bullshit.

None of my business ? You've got a veridical smart mouth on you, Suppose I just slapped your face soundly. What would you do ? And before you answer you better recall real hard because the wrong answer will get you fired. And, you will never find oneself another job in this center after I blackball you. Now, what would you do ?

The squawk had me over a barrel. If I did not let her slap me there goes my son's money. darn. I'm fucked.

I'm waiting for an answer.

Nothing.

nothing what ?

Nothing, I would do nothing.

You would just let me slap you and do nothing ?

Yes.

Yes what ?

I don't know what you mean.

You will call me Maam.

It was all I could do to keep from reaching over the desk and kicking her little Mexican ass. But, I just needed to suck it up and endure this humiliation for my son's sake.

Yes, Maam.

That's better. Now, get down on your knees.

My human knee ?

You will pick up not to question my fiat. You work for me ! Get on your knee joint !

As soon as I did she walked around the desk, came up to me, and slapped me difficult across my face almost making me lose my balance.

That was for your voguish sassing.

She slapped me again.

That was for not turning on your pager.

She slapped me again.

And that was for humiliating my niece in front of others.

I rubbed my stinging nerve while she returned to her seat.

Now, let me tell you what is going to take place now.

issue place now ? What do you signify ? Isn't the subject field over ?

Oh no, not by a long shot. My niece will be coming in and when she shows up you will apologize to her and you will receive whatever subject she wants to give you. And, if you object or do not fall out her orderliness you will not be working here or anywhere in this mall ever again. Do I make myself perfectly clean-cut ?

red cent, I thought, I have to apologize to that fucking prissy teenage bitch and do whatever she says. How fucking humiliating ! By the way she looked at me when she left the breakroom, I'm going to get my ass kicked good.

Yes.

You fat ass bitch ! What did I tell you to call me ? She came over and grabbed my hair and slapped me knockout twice. You Andrew Dickson White bitches think you are better than us Mexicans. Well, by the clock time my niece and I are finished with you, you will show us both respect !

Just then there was at roast at the door.

Who is it ?

It's me, Aunty.

Come in Carla.

Ms. Severo Ochoa was still holding me by my hair.

What's going on ?

I'm teaching Terri some manners. She has something she wants to tell you.

She let go of my haircloth and the piddling prissy beef stood in front of me with her arms folded.

Ah, I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you and I apologize.

Oh really ? And you expect me to just go for your decrepit apology and let it go ? She slapped me hard, pulled my forefront forward by grabbing my hair, and kneed me in the side.

I grabbed my face and fell to the base in the fetal positioning gasping for breathing time. The little gripe started kicking at my leg and my ass.

How do you like that kick ? You fucking snowy ass slut. I'm going to sound off your ass good !

There was nil I could do except digest the punishment.

Just like you embarrassed me, I'm going to stymy you ! Now, pack your clothes off !

Take my apparel off, I thought. How humiliating. She wants me to be naked in front of her and her Aunt.
I'm a big woman at 5'10 ”, 180lbs, with all-encompassing coxa, and thickheaded thighs, and my 42D tits sagged somewhat on my belly. Naked, I thought again. But, for my son's sake, I had no pick. They both watched me as I took off my clothes. When I got nude Carla told me to put my custody behind my capitulum and keep them there. This made my big boob stick out.

fountainhead, ain't she something aunt or she thinks she's something. wait at her shaved pussy. Only whores shave their twat. Are you a whore, bitch ?

How humiliating, I thought. At 52, being completely naked in nominal head of a Mexican teenager and being called a whore. I had no alternative but to fit in with her.

Yes.

She came up close to me and looked up to me. Yes what ?

Yes, I am a whore.

And a fat cyprian, too.

Yes, I am a fat whore, too.

She, then, pinched both side of meat of my belly twisting them cruelly.

Ow, that hurts, as I dropped my handwriting and pushed her away.

service me aunt. I thought you said she would let me do anything to her ?

Ms Ochoa came up behind me. Put your hired man behind your back.

As I did she grabbed me by my wrist and pulled my arms out straight.

Now, Carla, get her skilful !

Wherever the brat found fat she grabbed and pinched hard, laughing at me. In between my thighs, my position, belly. She worked me over good. Even though it hurt bad, I could feel myself getting aroused. I gritted my teeth as she kept the pinching up. Her aunt kept encouraging her and they both were laughing.

Get on your knee joint, bitch.

As I did, Ms Ochoa, still holding my radiocarpal joint, put her foot in my back forcing me to arch my back thrusting my big tits to sting way out. Carla pulled up a chair, sat down and went to work on my tits. She slapped them, grabbed them tough digging her faker nails into them, and pinched and sophisticate my nipples. The pain was almost unbearable as I moaned with tears running down my cheeks. She finally stopped and Ms Ochoa let go of my carpus. I crumpled to the floor and massaged my tortured titties.

They walked away and I noticed Ms Ochoa whispering in Carla's ear. I could see them both smiling.

What the fuck now, I thought. I didn't know if I could acquire much Sir Thomas More infliction and also didn't know if I could hold off from cumming. What would they think if they saw me cum ? Maybe I am a whore. I know I'm fat, but a cocotte, too ?

They both stood over me as I lay naked at their human foot. fountainhead, Terri, have you learned your deterrent example ?

Yes, oh yes, maam.

well, Carla, are you satisfied ?

Almost, auntie, but I think she needs to do one Sir Thomas More thing.

What's that, sweetie ?

She needs a good paddling.

Great idea ! They both laughed. What do you think, Terri ?

Paddling ? Here I am a adult woman about to be spanked by a teen. Yes, maam, if that's what you want. I was a broken woman. They had broken my heart and they both knew it.

Yes, maam.

OK, bitch. twist over the desk and grab hold of the early side.

I did as told posturing myself so my big defenseless ass stuck out.

Carla and her Aunt walked around to the front line of the desk carrying ping niff paddles.

On turd, I thought. This is going to hurt so bad !

Ms. Ochoa put her paddle down and seize my wrist while Carla walked around behind me.

Whap ! I jumped

That's just a admonisher that you will always treat me with deference. Do you understand ?

Yes, miss.

See you tomorrow Night, Terri, and don't leave who you work for and what I expect out of you.

Yes, maam.

As I drove home I replayed the whole outre incident in my mind and while doing that I became wet again. I reached down between my peg and played with my wet pussy. being completely naked, being beaten and humiliated…if I kept that job they could do whatever they wanted to me. Oh, who was I kidding. I had to hold open that job. I sat in my driveway and made myself cum again thinking about it .