I've been known to be a smart mouth, sassy bitch at times. Shocked? Don't be. It's just my nature, I guess. I'm the youngest in my family and the only girl so I've had to fight my older brothers for as long as I can remember. To be blunt: I just don't put up with any shit from anyone. But one summer when I worked as an intern for a certain congressman, I met my match.
I was only working there for the experience. I don't give a damn about politics or their stupid parties. I took the job because I'd never been to Washington before and I didn't have any other plans for the summer. I was doing typical clerical work- typing, answering phones, making coffee for the staff and so on. The congressman's wife ran the office and was a total bitch. Her name was Donna and she made sure everyone knew she was in charge. She and I, both alpha females, developed a serious dislike for one another. Nothing was ever done good enough or quick enough and she didn't like the fact I wore short skirts and revealing tops either. I tried to explain that I was hot natured but that old bitch didn't want to hear it. I was twenty at the time and she was forty, which to me, was old as hell. To her credit, she was a pretty lady for an uptight Republican. She dressed very conservative even though she had a nice body. She kind of reminds me of Sarah Palin actually, with that same piled up hair and glasses that stayed low on her nose.
I had been pushing the envelope as far as proper attire goes for some time and every day that mean bitch would give me a disapproving look. I guess she was afraid I was going to fuck her husband. I mean, HELLO!!!! I had no desire to bend over for that power hungry bastard. Maybe his son, but sure as hell not him. So I showed up for work one morning wearing a hot pink leather mini skirt and a tight fighting white T-shirt. It was a Friday and I didn't know that "Casual Friday" didn't include leather mini skirts. They should've put out a memo. Donna, the hateful congressman's wife, nearly flipped out when I strolled thru the door.
"What in the world are you wearing, young lady?" she demanded to know.
"Isn't it adorable?" I said, proudly displaying the skirt. I had just bought it the night before in Georgetown and couldn't wait to wear it.
"What you are wearing is entirely inappropriate for this office," she said. "This is a congressional office, not some 14th street strip club. Leave immediately and come back when you find something that doesn't show your body."
"What would you suggest?" I asked. "A fucking burqa?"
"Don't you take that tone with me, girl. And do not ever use that filthy language in my presence."
"I'm sorry. Did you say I can't say "fuck"?"
Donna's face got red with both anger and embarrassment and she shook with rage.
"Yes, young lady. Do not use that kind of language in this office. It's unbecoming."
"You know what you need?" I asked. I was getting mad myself and tired of putting up with her self-righteousness.
"Please, dear," she said, tapping her foot. "Enlighten me."
By now the other interns and staff members were listening even though they tried to act like they weren't.
"You need to get fucked doggie style by a man with a dick the size of an army mule's."
To say 'you could've heard a pin drop' just doesn't do it justice. There wasn't a sound to be heard anywhere. I knew I was going to be fired but I didn't care anymore. I could hop a flight to Cancun the next morning if I wanted and spend a week soaking rays and drinking tropical drinks. What she did stunned me.
"Follow me, little girl," she said.
For some reason I did as she asked. I don't know why, maybe it was her authoritative tone that made me comply. Donna led me into a room at the back of the office that was used for storage. There were a few chairs and some boxes and little else.
"All right, you snotty little bitch," Donna said. "You need to learn to respect your elders."
"Fuck you," I said. "You can't do shit to me."
"Oh, really?" she said. An evil grin appeared on her face, which thrilled me somewhat and I began to wonder what was going to happen. She pointed to a nearby chair. "Grab that chair with both hands."
"No," I defiantly said. "Go fuck yourself."
Donna grabbed me forcefully, spun me around and made me grab the chair. She was stronger than I thought.
"Now, lift up that tiny little skirt," she said.
I was shocked. "What the fuck did you say?"
"You heard me," she said. "Lift up your skirt. I'm going to give you the spanking your parents should've a long time ago."
I have to admit, as much as I hated that bitch I was turned on at the idea of her spanking me. I can't fathom why but something primal took over my mind and I did as she said, sliding that pink leather skirt over my ass cheeks.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed.
"What?" I asked.
"You're wearing a thong!"
"So, doesn't everyone?"
"Only sluts and whores," she said. "You should be ashamed of yourself."
"You are a dried up old prude," I said.
"Shut up, tramp," she said.
With that she drew back her hand and spanked my left ass cheek. The sting I felt thrilled me deep inside and I felt myself getting wet.
"Is that all you got?" I asked. I barely even felt that.
I could hear Donna slip off her belt and I got even wetter. It was a very stylish alligator skin belt. I'd been wanting one just like it for weeks.
"Just getting started," she said.
The next thing I knew I was getting assaulted with that cute belt. Donna spanked my ass fast and furious. My cheeks were burning like they were on fire and much to my chagrin; I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. I was determined not to let that bitch see me cry but the humiliation was so severe, I couldn't help it.
"What's wrong little slut?" she chided. "Are you going to cry? Are you going to cry like a spoiled little brat?"
"Shut up," I wailed. "I'm not a little brat."
"But you're crying like one," she said, teasing me. And little bratty girls need their cute little asses spanked.
WHACK....She popped me again. I squirmed to get away but she had such a tight grip on my hair that it didn't do any good to try and get away.
"You shameless little slut," Donna said to me. "Parading your half naked body in front of my husband all the time, making him lust after you." WHACK....She stung me again. My pussy was throbbing by this time and I could feel my juices dripping down my leg. My ass was on fire and the contrast between the heat of my stinging ass and my hot, wet pussy was indescribable.
"Do you want to fuck the congressman?" she asked. "Is that why you wear slutty clothes and act like a whore?"
"No," I sobbed. Tears flowed from my eyes like a summer thunderstorm and I couldn't control it anymore. "I don't want to fuck your husband....I promise."
WHACK...WHACK....WHACK....She spanked me three times in a row and now I was positive my ass was on fire. My legs squirmed and I wanted to get away but it was impossible. I was at Donna's mercy and could do nothing.
"Perhaps you want to fuck me?" she said. "Is that what you want?"
I was stunned. I could barely believe this ultra conservative huzzy just said that!
"Huh?" I asked.
"You heard me," she said. "I can see your juices dripping down your legs. This is turning you on, isn't it? Tell me you want to feel my fingers in your pussy."
"Yes," I cried. "Yes. Put your fingers in my pussy. Anything, anything you want, just please stop spanking me."
"Spread your legs wide, bitch," she said. I did as she demanded and could feel cool air blowing across my ass and pussy. "You're a sinful little whore, aren't you?" she chided. Donna pulled my hair hard, making my neck snap back. "Aren't you?"
My lips quivered. I was so ashamed of the way I was blubbering and letting this bitch spank me like I was a little girl. However, I was so turned on that I just agreed with her. "Yes," I said. "I am bad. I'm a sinful little whore."
"That's what I thought," she said. "I've already punished you for your trashy behavior but you're being a good girl. I am a full believer in reward and punishment and since you've taken your punishment so nicely, I'll reward you now."
Donna slipped two fingers inside my dripping wet cunt. I gasped in delight and surprise.
"Bend over," she said. I did as she requested and bent over as far as possible, exposing my stinging ass cheeks and my pussy. Donna finger fucked me fast as a machinegun and I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on the pure pleasure she was now giving me.
"You like that?" she wanted to know. You like my fingers in your slutty pussy?"
"Uh huh," I moaned. "I love it. Don't stop."
Her rhythm increased to the point I thought I was going to cum. I was having a hard time believing this was actually happening. I never figured her for a dyke but her she was, the wife of an Alabama congressman, with her fingers deep inside my throbbing pussy.
"Don't you cum yet, little girl," she said. "I'm not done with you."
Donna shocked me further by lying down on her back.
"What?" I asked.
"Squat down her and let me eat your pussy," she said.
Without hesitation I did as she asked and before long this uptight bitch had her tongue deep in my pussy and was fucking me with it. The feeling was incredible and was further intensified by the fact of who she was and also that she had just spanked my bare ass with her designer belt.
I was grinding my pussy against her face, from the tip of her nose to the end of her chin. I could feel my orgasm building fast and I knew I was going to lose it any second.
"Oh, fuck!" I wailed. "You're going to make me cum."
"Cum on my face, slut," she mumbled.
That did it for me and my orgasm quaked thru my body. I squeezed Donna's head with my thighs, unable to move, frozen in ecstasy as I continued to cum and cum.
Moments later, Donna was up and wiping off her mouth with a paper towel. She looked at me the whole time, studying me.
"Don't wear those trashy clothes in her again, understand?"
"Yes ma'am," I meekly replied.
"You do and this little episode will pale in comparison to what's coming next."
With that she turned sharply and marched out of the room. I watched her as she went, still horny with a sloppy wet pussy and an ass still stinging from the punishment she administered. I could hardly wait until the next day. I had a new pair of fish net thigh highs I was dying to wear.
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