Jennifer

She stepped behind me, holding a ruler that she found on another desk. "Ready for some humility?" Whack! A ruler really stings! Whack! She wailed away until my eyes were tearing. When she had enough she sat down in front of me. Although I was crying from the pain and the embarrassment, my erection showed I enjoyed some part of it.

By Cindy V

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The door was closed, I did need to finish my work, and I figured it wouldn't be so terrible. So I leaned over the chair.

"Pull your pants down. And your shorts too." I did, red-faced.

She stepped behind me, holding a ruler that she found on another desk. "Ready for some humility?"

Whack! A ruler really stings! Whack! She wailed away until my eyes were tearing. When she had enough she sat down in front of me. Although I was crying from the pain and the embarrassment, my erection showed I enjoyed some part of it.

Jennifer, saw my erection and smiled. "I thought so. You are really turned on, aren't you? Admit it." So I did.

She smiled at me sweetly, calmly touched up her lipstick, and watched me watch her every move. When she was done, she put the lipstick back on the printer table, still unscrewed. Then she said, "Go ahead, you know what you want."

So I started stroking myself. She let me do this for awhile while she watched. Then she said, "Oh, that's not what I thought you wanted. I thought you wanted this."

And she ever so slowly reached for her tube of lipstick. She turned it over to show me the shade. "Read it," she commanded. I did - "Frostiest Pink." (Avon, if yu're interested.) Then she turned it to my lips. She held my chin in her hand and commanded me to look at her eyes, and that at her lips. And she slowly stroked it on my lips, deliberately, until she thought my lips were pink and glossy. Then she told me to resume stroking.

So I resumed stroking myself. I was stroking faster and faster. She opened her compact and showed me the image of my pink lips. That put me over the edge. I came at the humiliating sight of my own pink lips.

When I had calmed down, Jennifer spoke up. "Well, how did I do?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that. I was humiliated into being spanked bare ass, jerking off, and wearing lipstick. "How did she do?"

"I think you did just fine, Jennifer," came a voice behind me. I turned around. There were Jennifer's two PC support friends. "What do you think - did we train her well?" I was embarrassed beyond words - that they had been standing there the whole time to watch my humiliation.

They made me stay naked and would not let me wash off the lipstick until Jennifer fixed my printer.

The End

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