Rhode Rage

Chapter Four – Hair Brush Meets Male Ass

The following morning Roger sat at the front desk twiddling his thumbs.  All he could think of was Mrs. Cromwell and what she'd done to him.  When she returned from her tennis match, as promised she dropped him with a swift kick in the balls.  "Uhh!  Get dressed and get the fuck out of my office," she had said.  She had such a sadistic side.  Roger had already welcomed the idea of serving Vanessa.  What bugged him was her talk about serving "all of womankind."  That wasn't something he was the least bit interested in.

"Yo, Roger."  It was Kristin who snapped him out of his trance.  "Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Tim the Janitor is out today and Maya asked me to have you do the men's bathroom.”  Kristin could barely conceal a smile.

"What the fuck!?" Roger said.  "You got to be kidding me.  Fuck that, I'm not doing it."

Kristin put her hands on her hips.  "Oh Roger.  I guess I'll have to tell Maya you don't want to do your job.  I'm sure that will go over real well." 

"This is ridiculous," said Roger, now resigned to the task.

Kristin put a bucket, a mop and some cleaning solution next to Roger.  "Have fun," she said, her voice oozing with sarcasm.

Roger wasn't having it.  "Fuck you," he mumbled.

Kristin had been walking away, but now she stopped in her tracks.  "WHAT did you say?" she said.

"Nothing."

"That's what I THOUGHT," Kristin said.  She walked over and sat next to Roger.  "You're lucky I'm a nice girl, Roger," she said.  "If I told Maya you said that to me, you'd be out on your ass.  But then I'd have to do the toilets," she laughed.  "So, like I said, have fun, SUCKER.” 

Roger watched the bitch as she walked away.  Kristin actually dressed nice for a plus-sized girl.  Roger thought it was funny how she tried to come off as this young businesswoman.  For a girl who must weigh 150 pounds, she wasn't bad looking.  Thanks to the high heels, she stood almost six feet tall.  Roger studied her ass.  It was quite womanly.  Her ample hips gave her a nice thick hourglass figure.  He imagined she must have a huge, womanly vagina.  To his shock, he felt himself stiffening at the thought.  What had gotten into him?  He was never into fat chicks before.  Was this Vanessa's influence?  It was as though the mere consideration of the word "vagina" was making him weak. 

Roger thought about his situation.  He had a brief fear that Vanessa might find out that he swore at Kristin.  But he dismissed it as paranoia.  Just because he had become Vanessa's slave didn't mean shit when it came to Kristin.  It was one thing to worship a beautiful, rich woman like Vanessa, but Kristin was another story.  He'd be damned if he would put up with her shit.  As far as he was concerned, that fat bitch was beneath him...

*******

Vanessa arrived just before noon, striding in wearing a lavender dress and matching lavender suede knee high boots.  It wasn't strict business attire, but the dress made her look and feel like a beautiful woman.

She'd left her computer on overnight and she admired the new screen saver.  It was a particularly lewd photograph of Roger.  He was facing the camera at an angle, lust apparent on his face, his body contorted.  It was one of the last photographs she'd shot, after the idiot announced abruptly that he was going to ejaculate.  Men!  Roger's face was full of lust.  Saliva was leaking out of the corner of his mouth.  The tip of his penis was purple and leaked with pre cum.  At the bottom of the photo, Vanessa had captured her ankles and high heels.  For that reason, there could be no doubt that Roger's humiliation was being presided over by a woman.  Brooke had already replied to the email, announcing that the photograph belonged in "the femdom hall-of-fame."

Next steps with Roger needed to be taken sooner rather than later.  Vanessa wanted to seal the deal with Roger before the boy had time to react.  Not that it mattered that much.  Roger was totally under his thumb.  Vanessa already had a diabolical plan for taking Roger to the next level of humiliation.  She shared her plan on the telephone with Brooke late last night, and Brooke had wholeheartedly endorsed it.  "It's a particularly satisfying part of female domination and the next logical step," Brooke had said. 

Vanessa licked her lips.  The only thing that was missing now was a proper excuse, a slip-up by Roger.  It would justify her domination of him, not that she needed justification.  And it would enable her to humiliate him in a fashion she knew would totally rock his world.  For that reason, she had instructed Maya to tell Kristin to keep very close tabs on Roger.  Vanessa hoped he would say something stupid.  Her gut told her it was only a matter of time before he slipped up.  The problem was, she couldn't wait.

Fortunately she wouldn't have to. 

Someone knocked on the door. It was Maya.

"Hi Vanessa.  I just wanted to tell you that I had an interesting conversation with Kristin."  Vanessa nearly burst with joy as the beautiful, 27-year-old Hindi woman shared the details of Kristin's confrontation with Roger earlier that morning.  "Just say the word and I'll send him on his way," said the always-professional Maya.   

"Thank you, dear.  Say, Maya, I have a question for you," began Vanessa.  "Please know I think you're doing a great job and no matter what you decide, I think very highly of you as a female manager."

"Okay?" said Maya with curiosity.

"Have you noticed how Roger has been spending a fair amount of time in this office?"

"Yes," Maya said.  Inside, Maya was nervous.  Roger was a total asshole and if he was fucking Vanessa, Maya sure didn't want to know about it.

"It's probably not what you think, dear."  Vanessa proceeded to tell Maya all about what she'd been doing with Roger. 

"So he's your complete lackey?" Maya said, as the hint of a smile came over her lips.

Vanessa smiled as well.  It was obvious Maya was relaxed to the idea. "That's right, honey.  I've taken control of him and reduced him to a toy for my amusement, AND, I should add, the amusement of other women.  He doesn't know this yet, but I intend to make his humiliation much more public.  

"This is wonderful," Maya said, breaking into a big smile.  "Just wonderful.  I have to say if anyone deserves this, it's Roger."

Vanessa signaled for Maya to come look at her computer screen.  There in plain view was The Photograph.

Maya put her hand over her mouth and burst out in laughter.  She couldn't help it.  It was like nothing she had ever seen.  She had heard about dominatrixes, but this was something different.  Vanessa had exposed Roger the asshole in the nastiest way imaginable.  "What a pervert!" Maya said, partly in disgust, partly in delight. 

Vanessa shared with Maya her plan and her next steps.  Did Maya want to be a part of Roger's total humiliation?  Did she want to witness and then participate in the destruction of the male ego?

Maya thought it over.  She totally respected her boss, and had no problem with what she was doing to Roger.  Maya had always been a prudish sort of girl.  She knew she had a fabulous figure, but she didn't really like the idea of men touching her.   "I think I'm going to pass, at least for now," she said.

Vanessa nodded.  "Whatever you want to do is fine with me, sweetheart.  Keep in mind that in female domination, you keep all your clothing on.  That's part of the humiliation.  Roger would do whatever you told him to do.  I think you would find it quite empowering.  Let me know whenever you're interested."

Maya thanked Vanessa.  What an interesting lady the boss was.  Maya remained unsure about things, but the photo of Roger had caused an odd stirring in the pit of her stomach.  "I'm going to pass for now," she smiled.  "I think the other person you have in mind will be interested.  I'll send her in a few minutes."

********

At just past noon, Todd completed the toilet task.  Then he ate lunch.  At some point in the afternoon, Maya informed him Mrs. Cromwell wanted to see him in her office at 4:00 again.  Todd felt the excitement kick in.  He spent the rest of the day in a constant state of arousal. 

Kristin returned at 2:00 and Roger had to put up with her presence for another two hours.  She was acting weird too.  The way she looked at him sent chills up his spine.  For a moment he thought maybe she had found out what he was up to with Mrs. Cromwell (God forbid!), but he dismissed the thought.  Mrs. Cromwell wouldn't take it that far.  Would she?

At 4:00 he excused himself to go to Mrs. Cromwell's office.

"Clothing off.  On your knees!" the Mrs. Cromwell said the minute Roger set foot in her office. 

Roger hurried to comply.  One look at Mrs. Cromwell was all it took, so commanding and feminine in her light purple dress, each tantalizing curve of her body teasing Roger as he yanked off his clothes and got into worship position.

Vanessa gave him the once-over.  "Wow, Roger," she teased. Has your penis been hard all day?  You know what they say about erections lasting more than four hours."

Roger confessed it had been hard on and off.  His eyes drifted to Mrs. Cromwell's computer screen where a vivid photo of him shaming himself was on display.

"Do you like my new screen saver, Roger?" she laughed.  Then, before he could answer her, she continued.  "I spoke with Maya earlier today.  She told me you had the temerity to swear at Kristin this morning when she ordered you to clean the toilets.  Is that true."

Roger felt his face go red.  "I- Kristin is not always fair when it comes to that stuff."

Vanessa stood and got right up in Roger’s face.  "NOT FAIR?  Are you serious, Roger?  A woman - your boss - not being fair with you, Roger?  I can see we have a LOT of work to do.  Do you remember what I said about you being inferior to all women?"

"Yes, ma'am," Roger felt the fear creeping in.

"Exactly what part of that lesson did you fail to understand?"

"I don't know."

The intensity of Vanessa's stare was homicidal.  She leaned forward and, with startling quickness, slapped Roger in the face, jarring him.  She slapped him again, this time dislodging a tear.  Roger's head snapped back into place as he looked up at his female tormentor.  He felt anger well up inside, but he knew better. 

"You don't know," she said, continuing to stare daggers.  "Well, I can see we have a great deal more work to do around here."  She reached into her drawer and pulled out a large wooden hairbrush.  "Do you know what this is for?" Vanessa asked him.  She began tapping the back of the hairbrush in her palm.  "That's a hint," she smiled.

Roger felt his jaw drop.  She wasn't serious, was she?  "You don't mean," he began, but he swallowed his words.  "Oh no."

"That's right, Roger.  Tell me, did your mother ever spank you when you were a child?"

Roger felt the panic set in.  He wanted to leave but he was frozen in place on her knees.  "I- maybe once or twice."

"I can guarantee you she wasn't as thorough as I'm going to be, young man."

"Please," Roger began begging.  "You can't spank me."  The words just slipped out.  Roger knew he was going to pay for them, though he had no idea how bad it would turn out.  All he knew at that moment was that he couldn't take the idea of a woman, even the beautiful Mrs. Cromwell, treating him like a little boy.  To be treated that way was far too humiliating.  He began to break out in a cold sweat.

"Look, I'm sorry.  I have a hard time with Kristin.  I'll treat her much better from now on.  I promise."

Vanessa laughed and shook her head.  "You really have no clue, do you Roger?  Let me make this as clear as possible."  She reached forward and pointed her finger right in his face.  "I don't care how much you beg or plead, Roger.  You're going to learn just how cruel I can be when I sense your disobedience."  She patted the paddle in her palm, letting her words set in as Roger's world again came crashing down upon him.  "Spanking is going to become a regular part of your life.  I think you'll find that I won’t show any mercy when it comes to disciplining your ass."

With that, Vanessa picked up the phone and dialed a number.  "Maya.  Hi dear, it's Vanessa.  Could you please send Kristin on over.  Yes, thank you."

A major alarm went off in Roger's head.  KRISTIN??  No!  He stood and went for his clothing.  "I can't," he said hastily. 

Vanessa just laughed.  "Roger, Roger, Roger.  Go ahead and walk out that door.  What do I really care?  What do you think Roger Senior will say when he sees the photographs I took the other day.  And your younger sister, Monica.  I’ll bet she would be very interested in seeing her annoying big brother exposed and humiliated.  I think I’ll give them to her personally so I can see her reaction.  I imagine she’ll laugh, but your father will cry." 

Roger tried to think of a way out, but there was none.  Monica was going to see him like this?  That little bitch would probably have a field day with it, tell all her friends.  He thought about just leaving and dealing with his family.  But he knew he couldn't.  He couldn’t believe how vindictive Vanessa could be.  This woman was playing for keeps.  And Roger had no response.  He stood there, his face bright red, unsure of what to do. 

Vanessa strode over.  Without a word, she reached between his legs and gently took hold of his cock, which up to that point had been rapidly deflating on the news of Kristin’s pending arrival. 

Roger froze.  He looked down as Mrs. Cromwell rubbed her fingers over the tender part of his cock, which stiffened immediately.  He felt his entire body tingle with the most intense non orgasmic pleasure of his young life.  Then, realizing the predicament he found himself in, he began to beg.  "Oh god, Mrs. Cromwell.  Please don't spank me in front of Kristin.  Please."

Knowing she needed to soften Roger up so that her young charge would yield to her demands, Vanessa continued to fondle his penis.  Roger looked down at his cock, which had turned purple.  Pre cum was already seeping out the tip.  Vanessa gently ran her thumb over it, allowing the pre cum to moisten the ball of her thumb.  She then slid her thumb beneath the head and made a circling motion on the ultra-sensitive glans area on the underside of his penis.  Vanessa felt great satisfaction as she heard his labored breathing intensify.  Brooke had once told her that penis manipulation was much like training an animal, except since men were intelligent as far as animals went, they were incredibly quick learners.  Training them was so much easier than training a dog.  God was she right!

Vanessa used her other hand to take hold of Roger's scrotum.  "That's a good boy, Roger," she whispered.  "Who knows what is best for you?" 

Roger was now in a deep trance.  "You do," he moaned. 

"That's right," Vanessa said.  She felt Roger's penis begin to twinge.  He was probably a half minute from orgasm.  She would have to be careful not to allow Roger to spill his filth.  It was better to keep him all pent up for the time being.

"Don't worry," she said.  "I'm not going to spank you in front of Kristin."  Roger felt a huge sense of relief.  Then Vanessa completed her statement.  "Kristin is going to spank you in front of me.

There was a knock on the door.  This was too perfect, thought Vanessa.  God I'm good at this.  "Come in," she said, simultaneously removing her hands from Roger's groin.  Vanessa stepped away from Roger and folded her arms.  This is going to be beautiful, she thought, as she studied the anguished look on Roger’s face as he realized he was about to be exposed in front of his hated arch nemesis.  He remained frozen in place, thanks to the pleasurable sensations Vanessa had been delivering moments ago, his hard penis twitching in total submission as it pointed to the ceiling in salute of its master.

In walked Kristin, the promising young woman who worked at the front desk.  Despite her being slightly overweight, Vanessa always felt Kristin was a beautiful young woman. Plus, the girl had obvious femdom tendencies.  When she'd spoken to Kristin earlier, the young woman had been absolutely thrilled with Vanessa's plan.

"Oh. My. God," Kristin said when she saw the spectacle in front of her.  She burst into joyful laughter.  There in front of her was her arch nemesis.  He was buck naked.  Not only that, his dick was in plain view.  It was so unimpressive in size!  Who would have ever guessed Roger was a pin dick?  And to top it off, it was swollen beyond belief; the head was purple and clear pre-cum was oozing out of the tip.  Roger was so lost in his pleasure that he didn't even cover up when Kristin entered.  She had several seconds to get a lovely appraisal of him before her laughter knocked him out of his trance.  His eyes got big and he covered his groin with his hands, but not until Kristin had gotten an eyeful.

Kristin exchanged glances with Vanessa Cromwell.  The architect of Roger's demise looked quite pleased with herself as well she should.  Vanessa was the picture of poise and elegance as she stood there, arms folded across her chest, proudly residing over Roger's latest humiliation.  She held a hairbrush in her hand.

As Roger came out of his trance, the reality of his situation hit him.  Kristin, the mega-cunt he'd been battling with all summer, had just seen him exposed and humiliated beyond belief.  He was ruined!  He sat on the couch and leaned forward to cover himself.  Then he buried his head in his hands.  "Oh no!" he said, to nobody in particular. 

Vanessa knew it was time to seize control.  She could feel the heat between her legs.  This was too good to be true!  She took Roger by his ear and pulled down so she could speak directly in his ear.  She moved her face within inches and spoke with great calmness, as though she was a second grade teacher dealing with a wayward child.  "I want you to take your hands away from your groin and show Miss Kristin what a bad boy’s penis looks like.  Remember, we don't keep any secrets from females, do we?"

He wanted to run.  He wanted to shove this petite woman aside and regain control.  But her voice was so soothing.  He could smell her perfume and it melted his resistance.  "No, ma'am," Roger felt himself saying.  Realizing he had no choice, Roger pulled his hands away and his stiff penis fell into full view. 

Kristen immediately burst into laughter.

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Vanessa pinched harder on Roger’s ear.  She had a huge smile on her face.  "Now, you need to apologize to Miss Kristin for not being able to control your penis in her presence."

Roger began to apologize, but he did so as he looked down at the floor.  He felt Vanessa's grip increase on his ear.  "Look her in the eye and show her proper respect as you address her," Vanessa said.

His head rose and he faced his nemesis.  Kristen had the most triumphant smile on her face.  Roger felt himself burning with the most intense humiliation of his life.  If it was bad with just Vanessa in the room, this was a thousand times worse.  "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Vanessa released his ear.  Without any warning, her hand shot down between Roger's legs with remarkable speed and precision.  She smacked him crisply, not too hard, on his penis and watched as it bobbed up and down.  "Say, 'I'm sorry, Miss Kristin for not being able to control my penis in your presence.'  And if I don't detect some real respect in your voice, I swear I'll bring in a dozen female club members to witness your punishment."  She glowered at him. 

Roger recoiled and doubled over in pain.  Mrs. Cromwell could be so cruel sometimes.  It wasn’t that she slapped him that hard, it was that she connected with the back of his sensitive penis head.  He felt Vanessa squeeze his ear with additional force.  Any shred of resistance evaporated under her strong handling.   He once again made eye contact with Kristin and this time he delivered the incredibly humiliating words with as much sincerity as he could muster.

"I'm sorry Miss Kristin for not being able to control my penis in your presence."

Vanessa kept up the pressure.  "And apologize for insulting her this morning.  Tell her it will never happen again.  Say, 'I will never ever disrespect you or any other woman on the planet for as long as I live.'"

Roger said the humiliating words, again feeling very dizzy, as he did whenever he was hit with the realization of his predicament.  The dizziness became so intense that he had a major head rush and momentarily lost his balance.  To remediate the situation, Vanessa literally held him up by his ear, while firmly taking hold of his arm. This helped Roger regain his equilibrium.

Vanessa then turned to Kristin.  "Kristin, I'm going to let you decide.  Do you think he learned his lesson, or would you like to teach him a lesson with the hair brush?"  Vanessa knew full well what the young woman’s choice would be, and the older woman could hardly contain her excitement at what was about to happen.

Kristin licked her lips.  She could not believe how fucking sweet this whole thing was.  It was beyond her wildest dreams.  For much of her life, since she hit puberty, she'd enjoyed the idea of being in control of men.  Now this!

"You know, Mrs. Cromwell-"

"Please dear, call me Vanessa."

"Oh.  You know, Vanessa, I think he still needs a reminder of his new place and I'm just the woman to give it to him."

Vanessa smiled.  "I'm glad you feel that way.  I could not agree more.  But first we need to do something about that leaky penis of his so that his filth doesn't get on your nice clothes.  Then you can take him across your lap." 

Again, Roger was afflicted with dizziness.  Kristin was going to take him across her knee?  How much worse could this get?

Roger was ordered back to Vanessa's desk where she handed him a condom and ordered him to put it on. 

"I hope it's a small condom," quipped Kristin. 

Vanessa laughed.  "Yes, our misbehaving young man isn't exactly gifted in the size department, is he?"

“It’s the smallest penis I’ve ever seen.  No joke.”

Roger wanted to crawl into a hole and die.  But he wasn't going to get off that easy.  Vanessa pulled a straight-backed chair from the corner for Kristin.  Then she handed Kristin the hairbrush.  "You do the honors, my dear," Vanessa said.  Vanessa wanted badly to spank Roger, but she knew there would be time for that in the future.  This was better.

Vanessa handed Kristin the brush. "Get your ass over her lap this very instant.  Or do I have to invite a half dozen of my lady friends into this office to witness your punishment?"  Vanessa folded her arms and waited for her young charge to obey her latest humiliating command.

Roger choked back tears as he did as he was told.  He didn’t want the women to know how ashamed he felt, so he would try to put on a brave face.  He fit quite nicely over Kristin's ample lap.  As she shuffled her body to accommodate him, Roger couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation of her pants as his penis made contact with them through the condom.  For a moment, Roger had a fleeting feeling that he was where he belonged.

"Perfect," he heard Vanessa say.  "Now pin his arm behind his back.  Good.  Now pinch his penis between your knees.  There, like that.  Now twist his arm behind your back.  There we go.  Now he’s yours.  It's about time a young woman lit a fire under you, Roger."

Roger felt himself totally immobilized.  Kristin was a strong girl.  He groaned as she pinned his arm behind him.  Vanessa brought another chair and sat in front of him.  She was holding a mirror.  "I want you to watch Kristin's face while she spanks you to tears.  And trust me, Roger, she won't stop until you are absolutely sobbing."  Both women’s laughter at Vanessa’s harsh words did not contain the tiniest hint of remorse.

Without any additional ceremony, the hair brush was raised in the air by the strong young woman and the first SMACK echoed in Vanessa’s office as it made solid contact with male ass.  The next fifteen minutes were the longest of Roger's life.  It was such a powerful moment in Roger’s life, decades later he would recall it with great clarity.  As promised, Kristin spanked with absolutely no mercy.  She spanked fast, hard, and with perfect rhythm, going from one cheek to the other.  It didn’t matter that she hadn’t spanked anyone this way, let alone a grown young man.  It was an easy and satisfying task.  After two minutes, Roger was kicking his legs with each spank and begging her to stop.  Soon thereafter, Roger was openly crying and kicking his legs something fierce.  When it was finally over, Roger was wailing away like a two-month-old newborn with colic.

The women, meanwhile, were laughing and smack-talking him the whole time.  "Look at how red his ass is getting," Vanessa said. “And not just his ass either.  Look at his face!”

"That’s because he knows what a bad boy he is," Kristin said, delivering three hard blows, and then pausing in astonishment as Roger began weeping and saying, “I’m sorry,” over and over again.  “That’s it! Tell us how sorry you are for being such a bad boy, Roger.”  Kristin delivered another hard spank to each cheek, causing him to weep even louder.

“I’m sorrrrrrrry,” he wailed.  “I’m sorry for being such a b-bad boy!”

“Who is in charge your ass, bitch?”

“You are!”

Kristin stopped for a moment.  “This feels so good, Vanessa.”

"Great job, Kristin,” said Vanessa.  “I’d say you’ve put the boy firmly in his place,” laughed Vanessa, before leaning over and taking Roger by his chin.  "I don’t think we’re going to have any more swearing at females anymore, are we, Roger?”

“No master.  I’m sorrrrrry!” Roger said, with an amazing amount of sincerity.

"I don't hear your big mouth now.  Do I?" said Kristin. 

"ANSWER HER!" said Vanessa.

"No Miss Kristin!" he wailed. 

"That's what I thought," Kristin said.  Then she delivered five conclusive blows on each cheek, grunting with satisfaction after each blow.  Vanessa listened to the wonderful sound of hair brush meeting male ass.  It was beautiful, especially when followed by Roger’s deep sobs of defeat, combined with the visual of his bright red ass, and kicking legs.

Kristin finally released Roger, who promptly collapsed on the floor, crying loudly and furiously rubbing his bottom.  Vanessa ordered him to kiss Kristin's sturdy black leather ankle high boots and thank her profusely, which he did between sobs.  Vanessa than made him stand and escorted him to the full-length oval mirror across the room.  With both women standing behind him, arms folded across their chests in satisfaction, Vanessa ordered him to turn so that he could see his ass in the mirror.  Every square inch was a mixture of dark red and purple.  To the delight of Vanessa and Kristin, the sight of his own crimson asshole made Roger cry even louder in total disbelief at what had taken place. 

"Look at his little penis," said Kristin, nodding her head beaming with satisfaction at the notion of the comprehensive victory she had achieved over her longtime foe.

“I don’t imagine you’ll have any more problems with him,” said Vanessa contentedly.

For Roger, this was all too much.  His world totally shattered, he continued to cry openly with no apparent end in sight.  He also began vigorously rubbing his burning ass in a futile attempt to wipe away the incomprehensible physical and mental pain of his defeat that coursed through his brain.  As he rubbed, he was completely oblivious to the spectacle he had become to his composed female disciplinarians.  Most entertaining of all was his penis, which had gone flaccid and performed a comical uncoordinated dance that was all too visible to his happy conquerors.

Vanessa pointed directly to the spot in the mirror where Roger’s penis performed the white boy jig.  “Now that’s amusing,” she said. 

The two of them laughed it up while Roger continued to sob and rub his ass.  "I want you to keep close tabs on him for me," said Vanessa.  "Any time he does anything, and I mean ANYTHING remotely disrespectful, you have my permission to bring him back in here for another humiliating spanking."

"With pleasure," said Kristin.

Vanessa turned to Roger.  "Did you hear that jackass?"

Roger wailed his acknowledgement.

Vanessa showed Kristin the soap and indicated that she should feel free to wash Roger's mouth out if she ever caught him using profanity.  She then made Roger kneel in front of her and Kristin and pledge his total undying allegiance to all women, which Roger did without hesitation.  After once again kissing Vanessa and Kristin's feet, he was permitted to put his clothing back on and leave.  "Kristin, I think it's only fitting you walk him to his car.  Make him walk behind you so he knows his place."

"It would be my pleasure," said Kristin.  And out they went.  Roger had to walk behind Kristin, who turned every so often and gave him a wicked smile.  When they arrived at the car, Kristin surprised him by reaching behind him and slapping his ass, causing Roger to jump.  "When you have trouble sitting for the next few days, I want you to remember who did it to you.  Understand?”  She locked her eyes on her underling.

“Yes, Miss Kristin.” 

“Loser!"  She laughed in his face and walked away.

Burning with anger and humiliation, Roger sat in his car.  Then he felt the searing pain in his bottom.  He put his head down on his steering wheel and sobbed for a good five minutes before gathering himself and driving home.