Dana looked up over her shoulder, eyes wide. “What? Wh-why?”
“Because money might be irrelevant to me, but you still need to be punished for stealing from the company.”
“But I don’t—”
“Do it,” Greta snapped.
Dana obeyed, a look of fear on her face. Greta looped the handcuff chain through one of the slats in the chair back, then snapped a cuff on each of Dana’s wrists. Now Dana’s hands were cuffed behind her back and cuffed to the chair, so she couldn’t stand up unless she carried the heavy chair along with her, hauling it on her back like a turtle shell. Then Greta rested her hands on the accountant’s shoulders as if she were about to give her a neck massage. “One of the waiters has the handcuff key, but I honestly can’t remember which one,” she said. Then she grabbed both sides of Dana’s blouse and yanked the fabric down her arms until the garment was puddled around the woman’s waist, leaving her totally bare-chested. “I guess you’ll just have to ask them all, won’t you?”
“No! Wait!” Dana squealed as Greta picked up her purse. “Y-you can’t leave me like this!” The girl struggled with the handcuffs, but they held her tight to the chair. The only thing she succeeded in doing was making her bare tits shake like crazy.
“You’re not the boss, my dear. I am.” Greta turned to go, then looked back over her shoulder. “By the way, you’d better start asking for that key as soon as possible. If you’re late for work tomorrow, you can expect a spanking…or worse.”
Dana’s mouth dropped open in shock as Greta strolled away, her high heels clacking on the tile floor.
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K.C. Silkwood is also the author of the Shame On Her series of eBooks, filled with more stories of women being stripped, spanked, and humiliated. Her books are sold at most online retailers. Visit her web site at kcsilkwood.blogspot.com
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