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Date Posted: 17:59:34 07/25/12 Wed
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Gigi
's message, "Re: Big News" on 15:26:00 07/25/12 Wed
O.k., what I needed to do was not as pressing or time consuming as I thought it was so I can continue. Since at the moment I'm obsessing about it all anyway and trying to hide my secret from my mom and sister I thought I would hibernate with the internet and spill it.
Trying to adjust to my burning backside and the disgusting taste in my mouth, the humiliation of it all, Miss Julie seemed to have a certain fire in her eyes and a tone that was different than it had been all night. "Now little girl, we have a score to settle!" There was something that just didn't feel like a damned good, well deserved ass blistering. Having somewhat adjusted to the soap residue in my mouth I started to feel sick in a different way. She pulled my shirt up and bra down and pinched my breasts. "Look at those little girl tits. Look at your little girl panties with little duckies on them. Aren't you just the most precious little Girl?" The next couple of minutes were the most humiliating of all and I wont go into what was said or done but she finally said "I have NEVER, NEVER had such a spoiled, naughty, sassy, disrespectful little girl work for me EVER!! And I WILL NOT HAVE IT, do you understand?!!" I must admit that what she said was for the most part absolutely correct. Bent over where I had received the strap, the plastic bathbrush beat into my blistered ass. I don't think I had any more crying in me. I just gritted and took it as best as I could. That son of a bitch stung and burned like you wouldn't believe and left a fire in my ass like an inferno.
It wasn't all bad for the next half hour was just amazing. She cradled me in her lap, mostly naked, collapsed from exhaustion and humiliation and squeezed me tight like a little 3 year old and told me all the good things and qualities about me. It was totally schizophrenic. All of the demoralizing I had been through and finally she is cradling me like a scared toddler and giving me reassurance. I could have fallen in love with her at that moment.
Pulling up my panties and jeans was not an easy task. In fact, my tight underwear and jeans were like an incubator holding tight to my skin the extreme heat and welts. I think I would rather have kept my pants down and let the World see my humiliated ass than having the fabric rub against my raw backside. I had to sit on my blistered ass on a hard wood kitchen chair as we had coffee and 'got to know each other'. Actually she is really a very interesting person who loves her family, her work and her art. I gained a lot of respect for her and found out things about her I never imagined.
Before we left she said she wanted to give me another spanking just because she wanted to. This was more familiar as I was able to lay across her lap on the couch. She rubbed my bottom through my jeans and got a little familiar. I was really shocked when she told me I was pretty, which I don't think is true, have a lovely body, which I know isn't true, and have a cute little ass, which is like the only thing I can brag about. She said some very nice things about me and asked if I ever fantasized about her. I admitted I had and she admitted she has fantasized about me. I was shocked at that and not real sure she was being truthful. She spanked me over my jeans and I lost it. I just couldn't help it. I really didn't want to, but she was spanking me and talking to me in such a way that I just lost control. I can't tell you how exactly I felt. She drove me to my car and gave me a pillow to sit on, asked me if I would be o.k. to drive and told me that we have an understanding. She told me to be at work bright and early in the morning and be sure to be respectful and behave.
I just couldn't sleep last night and doubt that I will get much sleep tonight. This is different than my moms authority because...well, she is my mom. Different than Ms. Davies' authority because I had a huge crush on her, fell in love with her and I pushed the idea all the long thinking (stupidly) that she would fall in love with me too. Miss Julie is my boss. Until recently she had no direct authority over me, but she was a boss. I hated her in a way, but also crushed on her. I teased her because I knew it got to her. I think I always knew that given the chance she would beat my ass and I knew she was for the most part helpless to do anything about it. I knew that she suspected or knew that my mom and Ms. Davies spanked me whem I was naughty even into adulthood and knew she was envious of that. I knew she was envious of how spoiled, loved and taken care of I was by my mom and the same with Ms. Davies. I knew that she knew that I disapproved of how strict she is with her daughters and knew that in a way her daughters more fear her than love her, which is different than my relationship with my mom. I knew that she knew that my mom was successful in her career because she had to be in order to provide for me and she was less than successful in her career and worked for mostly selfish reasons (psychological babble). All of this and more sums up the love-hate, mostly hate with a great deal of crush relationship I've had with Miss Julie. I hope Daniel can understand the conflict. Yes, I got the spanking I so desired, but the price I have to pay is enormous and long lasting. This is the conflict I have been dealing with. I let my clitoris do my talking instead of rational.
I was very obedient at work today, even responding with "Yes ma'am" not just to Miss Julie, but all of the supervisors and senior members at work. Of course there is nothing wrong with saying "Yes ma'am" to your elders and I am usually very respectful and polite, but I felt very subservient to everyone, even the volunteers who are my subordinates. I felt like everyone, the volunteers, even the visitors knew that my boss Miss Julie had beaten my little slave ass and I had better be respectful or she would beat my ass again.
Aside from all of this, my beloved Strawberry came in today. I haven't told her what has happened and I swore it was our secret. Both of our careers could be damaged if our arrangement gets out, but I have to tell my Strawberry. I feel very dirty like I've cheated on her and I don't know how she will take it. I thought I was relieving guilt, but ultimately I created more. I thought I was all grown up, but I'm really no more responsible than a naive little teenager (no offense to teenagers).
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