“What were you told to wear today, Rose?”
“Green, ma’am.”
She tsk’d at my pink blouse.
“Raise it.”
As soon as my tits flopped into view, she pinched and twisted my nipples until I thought they might pop off.
She stepped back to assess.
“Maybe a prolonged pinch to remind you holiday office traditions matter.”
The metal teeth bit hard.
Ma’am yanked the chain until I squeaked, then she sent me on my way with a smack on my ass.
In my cubicle, I unstuck my soused green panty from my netherlips and plotted how to fuck up tomorrow.
