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JEN.TXT by Cindy V. femdom, TV, humiliation
I don't think Jennifer has ever liked me.
Jennifer is about 23, with long black hair. She is very
pretty, and she accomplishes her beauty with only a
little dark grey eyeliner. She would be a knockout with
a little more makeup. She also dresses very conservatively
for someone her age, often with a jacket and knee or below
length skirts, and very low heels. She walks with a slouch,
not with the confident walk of someone so lovely. And she
applies hair spray and brushes her long hair in public, an
odd thing to do I think.
Although she started out here as a secretary, she has moved
over to the "PC Support" department". We have a PC Support
department here of three women. They install computers and
peripherals and teach intro courses on the major packages
for the staff, but they are not computer science professionals.
The other two women are quite cocky, and know that when people
call on them for help it is because they are really stuck.
They use this cockiness to advantage when that happens. I think
the other women are teaching this attitude to Jennifer.
Jennifer is also recently engaged, and I can imagine they are
teaching her some things about handling a husband too.
I had a little run-in with Jennifer recently. Each department
was given a spreadsheet to complete, and they would all be con-
solidated by someone later on. The spreadsheets were to be printed
on legal size paper instead of normal letter size paper. So I
inserted legal size paper in my printer and ran the spreadsheet
print macro. Now, I know more about spreadsheets and particularly
about macros than Jennifer or her two friends will ever know.
However, what I don't know about are printers, and I was peeved
that the spreadsheet did not signal the printer to print on legal
size paper. The printer printed a letter size page, ejected the
sheet, and went to the next sheet of paper.
So I called Jennifer for help. She told me with a smirk that I
had not programmed the printer for legal size paper, she did this
for me quickly, and with a satisified gleam she left. That did the
job, and it printed fine.
I forget about this for awhile as I went on to do some of my own
work, and when I printed the printer was still set on legal size.
I decided I could do without Jennifer's confident little smirk, so
I opened up the printer manual (I am one of the few people who reads
a computer manual when I am stuck), found the section on paper size,
reprogrammed the printer, and thought I was back to letter size.
But I was not. The printer display clealry read "Letter size", but
the printer was printing as if it had legal size.
"Uh, Jennifer," I telephoned so sweetly. "Could you come over and
help me with my printer?" She sounded very annoyed on the phone, as
if I had bothered her enough for one day. She said she'd be over in
a few minutes.
She came over, looking great as always, and sat on my printer table,
hiking up her skirt a little and giving me a view of her lovely
legs. "So what seems to be the problem?," she asked me innocently.
I explained the problem. "Now tell me exactly what steps you took
to fix it," she said. I know that is proper computerese, but she
said it in a demanding tone that is quite unlike her.
Actually I didn't remember what I had done, so I got out the manual.
Jennifer was getting impatient as I fumbled through the manual,
and she reached into her jacket pocket. She pulled out a compact
and a lipstick, and she started applying some frosted pink lipstick
to her lips. Now this was unusual - she never wore lipstick! But
I found this quite erotic to watch as she carefully painted her lips.
"What's the matter, am I distracting you?," she asked as she batted
her long eyelashes at me. Finally I found the manual page and
explained what I had done, ignoring her question, although with
obviously red cheeks. Yes, Jennifer had me pegged.
"Oh, I see what the problem - you just left out a step," Jennifer
replied, deliberately leaving her lipstick tube unscrewed as she
put it down right next to the printer. "I could fix this in five
seconds for you, but ... ," leaving the sentence unfinshed.
"But what,?" I asked.
"But, I don't like your attitude. You think you're so smart with
your college degree and everything. I think you need to show a
little humility first. You don't know everything, you know."
"Do you want me to fix this? Will you do as I say first?"
I really needed to finish my work. "I guess so," I sheepishly
replied.
"I thought so," Jennifer replied confidently. "Lean over that
chair and pull your pants down, I am going to give you a spanking."
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.