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Bad Penny - Part 1 by Shaw

Old Pedro led his donkey along the quiet street to the park. The old gentleman had been giving donkey rides to children in the park for years, but on this particular morning, just as he was approaching the park gates, opposite the ‘Johnson PR’ offices, he could hear a loud screech of car tyres, and a bright red Ferrari braked hard just behind him.
Startled, he looked round, just as the driver, a very beautiful young blonde, rolled down her window.
‘Get that ***** moth-eaten old **** out of the ****** way you ******* peasant!’
Old Pedro’s English was not very good, but he got the gist of it.
Some women, heading into the park for a ‘Women’s League Of Decency’ fund-raising fair, tut - tutted disapprovingly.
‘Young woman, you should be ashamed of yourself’, said one, disapprovingly.
‘If I ever get to be as old and ugly as you – then I’ll be ashamed of myself’, she replied, rolling up her window and making a less than polite gesture with her finger.
The car sped off, and parked at the ‘Johnson PR’ building. Since the gorgeous driver only lived twenty minutes walk at the other end of the park, she did not really need to drive, but she loved to show-off her new car. The car-door opened, and the blonde got out, displaying her long, tanned legs as she did so. Some construction workers, on their way to work, building a new pavilion in the park, wolf-whistled and gaped. The blonde gave them a sneering, dismissive, withering look, as if to say ‘Have a good look at what you’ll never have’, then flicking back her hair, walked into the building.
As Penelope Parker strode into the plush offices of ‘Johnson PR’, she walked with all the grace and assurance of a catwalk model, and all the arrogance of a young, good-looking girl who had made it.
She was wearing an expensive fur coat, which led to much jaw - dropping and gaping amongst her colleagues in the outer office. The opened coat allowed her to show-off her expensive, cream-colored business suit, the skirt stopping well above the knee, giving a superb view of her very long, slender, nylon-clad legs.
Her beautiful, snooty little face wore it’s accustomed cat-that-stole-the-cream look, as she paraded past her minions, her long blonde hair flowing behind her.
Head of her own department at the age of 25, she was young, rich, successful and beautiful. The question on everybody’s mind as she strutted past was how had she got so far so quickly. She’d only joined the PR agency 18 months before as an office junior.
The answer was simple – she was sleeping with the boss, Rod Blaine. Once she had lured him from his unsuspecting wife into her bed, it had been easy. Expensive gifts were followed by even more expensive gifts. But that wasn’t enough – she wanted prestige and authority. So he’d arranged a series of big promotions to the point that she had her own office and staff.
She knew that Rod was besotted with her, so she also talked him into setting up a bogus supplier that they could channel money into from the company to keep her in the manner to which she had become accustomed. It was not exactly Enron, but it paid for the Ferrari and the rental of the swish penthouse at the other end of the park, as well as the exotic lingerie that she loved to tantalise Rod with.
Like the other managers, she had her own office, while the other 30 or so employees worked in a large, open-plan area, including Kelly, her senior assistant and her young secretary, Barbara.
‘Barbara dear…’
‘Yes, Miss Parker’.
‘Move your fat ass and get me a coffee’.
The insult was all the worse having been delivered in a voice that carried throughout the office. Every employee there felt a tinge of sympathy for the inexperienced secretary since they had all, at one time, felt the sharp edge of the haughty beauty’s tongue.
But having Kelly work under her was the biggest bonus of all. The attractive brunette should really have got the last promotion that Penelope had landed, and the two had never liked each other. Kelly was not only good-looking, she was hard-working and intelligent, and it made her seethe that Penelope had got the job that was rightfully hers, and that she now had to take orders from her as well. Penelope loved it!
‘In my office in 20 minutes’, she snapped imperiously as she passed Kelly just outside her office. This was Friday, the day that Penelope reviewed the week’s work – and this particular week had not gone very well at all!
Penelope took off her expensive fur, and settled down on her plush, swivel chair at her desk in her large office. She could see through the office window that Kelly was already beginning to sweat. Penelope smiled to herself. Life was good! A wealthy lover she could wrap round her little finger, a prestigious job, and the absolute right to boss Kelly around as she pleased. Kelly was her only real competition in the looks department in the office, and that, plus the fact that Kelly was actually two years older, made her position of power over her all the more enjoyable.
(‘No wonder she’s squirming in her seat already’, thought Penelope. ‘Well…you’ll be needing a cushion to sit on after I’ve finished with you, b*tch!’)
The reason that Kelly had had a bad week was actually entirely Penelope’s own doing. She decided that the bogus company that she had set-up should write a strong letter of complaint about the attitude and competence of the ‘Johnson PR’ staff they had been dealing with. No prizes for guessing who had actually written the letter!
Penelope sat down to read a fashion magazine for 20 minutes while she let Kelly mull over her fate. As she flicked through the articles, the phone went. It was Rod, phoning from the penthouse, across the park.
‘I’ve been thinking about you all morning’, he said.
‘And I’ve been thinking about you too’, lied Penelope, as she continued to read her mag. She loved sex, but the affair obviously meant a lot more to Rod than it did to her. She still had other boyfriends that Rod didn’t know about.
(‘Someone should have tattooed ‘Meal Ticket’ on your forehead, Rod’, she thought).
‘Rod darling…I’ve been thinking about you and your hot, hard, cock…’, she continued mechanically, continuing to read.
(‘I love these shoes. Must remember to pick up a couple of pairs of these’).
‘My panties are all wet just thinking about you lying on the bed with a huge hard-on…’
(‘You’re just mutton dressed as lamb these days, Madonna’).
‘I’d love to hold it in my hands, stroke it gently, then run my tongue up and down….’
(‘Mel Gibson….mmmmm!).
She heard a loud moan from the other end of the phone.
‘Was that good, honey? Well, you’ll get the real thing tonight. After we’ve talked about when you’re leaving that b*tch’.
Penelope was not content to have an affair with Rod, living off the small amounts they were syphoning off the company. She wanted it all.
After the twenty minutes had expired, she summoned Kelly into her office.
‘They complained about incompetence, and that you even lost a billing invoice….’
‘But there was no billing invoice, Penelope’, said Kelly truthfully.
‘It’s Ms. Parker to you’, barked Penelope.‘ And if they tell me they sent an invoice, then I believe them. Now, I’ve smoothed things over with the company involved, but this has been a severe blot on ‘Johnson PR’s’ reputation, and the reputation of my department. So…in order to ensure that you pull your socks up, young lady, I’ve decided to spank you’.
The insult of being called ‘young lady’ by this little b*tch was easily over-shadowed by the suggestion that she was going to spank her as well.
‘What!’, said Kelly, incredulously. ‘You’re not serious’.
‘I think that a juvenile attitude towards your work deserves a suitably juvenile punishment, don’t you?’, asked Penelope, revelling in Kelly’s acute embarrassment and discomfort. ‘Or I could fire you, of course’.
Kelly stood for a few moments, considering the situation. To be spanked by this preening, simpering b*tch who had stolen her promotion was unbelievably humiliating. And she knew that she hadn’t done anything wrong. On the other hand, she knew she was in no position to refuse, or to get herself another job, at the present. She had already complained to Rod about Penelope’s constant sarcasm, and bossy attitude.
(When Rod had told her, in bed, Penelope had described in detail the spanking she was going to give Kelly, and they had both found it a very rewarding experience).
Penelope picked up a steel ruler that she had bought specifically for the occasion, and pulled the blinds on her office window down.
‘Bend over the desk!’, she commanded, unable to stifle a snigger when she saw Kelly’s reaction. This was so good! Kelly hated being at the mercy of this vindictive little b*tch who was now smiling sweetly, gently tapping the ruler against her palm.
Blushing bright red, she bent over the desk. Penelope flipped up her skirt, and Kelly groaned in complete mortification. She had hoped at least that she would be paddled on her skirt and not have to suffer the further indignity of having her lacy white panties exposed.
Penelope walked round the desk to face her for a moment, determined to prolong her agony.
‘My, what pretty panties’, she said. ‘But pretty panties or not, I will not tolerate incompetence in my office’, she continued pompously.
Considering that Penelope herself never actually did much work made this doubly insulting.
Kelly bit her tongue, and just hoped that no-one burst into the office to see her in such a degrading position. Penelope pulled her by the hair so that her mortified assistant was forced to look her in the face.
‘You used to think you were sooo far above me. Now look at you – bent over my desk, skirt up, ready to get the seat of your panties warmed by your younger, better looking boss. How humiliating is that!’.
Penelope laughed. She loved to rub her superiority in and sniggering, walked back round to the other side of the desk.
‘Kelly, honey…can you just lean forward a little further please. Just get that ass of yours up a little further. There. Perfect. All nice and ready for a spanking!’.
Kelly was virtually chewing the table now with rage and humiliation at having to present her pantied rear to this b*tch. The more she squirmed and seethed, the happier Penelope liked it. Grinning, she took careful aim with the ruler and brought it down hard across the centre of Kelly’s butt, with a loud whack. Her lovely, pantied ass-cheeks flattened beneath the blow, and Kelly yelped as she felt a painful stinging in her rear-end.
‘Yeeoow!’.
Music to the b*tchy Penelope’s ears.
‘I will not stand…’
WHACK!
‘Oooow!’
‘…for stupid mistakes….’
SPLAT!
‘Yooouch!’
‘…in…’
WHACK!
‘Aaaagh!’
‘…my…’
‘Yeeeoch!’
‘...department!’.
Penelope saved the hardest for last, and her humiliated assistant leapt to her feet and began rubbing her behind furiously. The sight of Penelope standing with a superior smile on her face did nothing to ease the discomfort in Kelly’s smarting behind.
‘That’s all…your dismissed’, said Pamela airily.‘ But if anything like this ever happens again, then I’ll take your panties down the next time!’
‘Yes, Ms. Parker’, replied the red-faced Kelly through gritted teeth as she left, blushing even further at the very suggestion that she should be subjected to a spanking with her panties at half-mast.
(‘Must remember to write up that new letter of complaint over the weekend’, thought Penelope, raising the blinds once more.‘If she thought that was humiliating, wait till she’s getting it with her panties round her knees!’)