Anne's credit card was bursting at the seams. She never understood where the money was going, and she was struggling to pay the bills. So Anne was thrilled when she got the job at the supermarket and began to see a way out of her financial problems.
Margret was the manager and helped Anne learn the job. She was firm but fair. Anne worked hard, and learnt how to reconcile the books and manage the cash. Soon Margret was confident that Anne understood what needed to be done and left her alone to run things. Anne truly appreciated Margaret's confidence in her, but over time, she began to notice that Margaret was spending more and more time away from the office. Margret would pop in to check up on Alice and then disappear to go shopping and have long lunches with her friends.
As Anne closed the books one day, she realised the float was over by $30. To make it all balance, she took $30 out and put it aside, meaning to talk to Margret about the surplus later. When Margret returned, however, she had been drinking and just said to Anne that she was going home and told her to "close up shop."
Anne glanced at the $30, tucked it into her dress, and locked up the office. Over the next three months, she noticed occasional cash surpluses--once, it was nearly $300. She took the extra money home, using it to help pay her university fees and even treated herself to a cool new T-shirt.
The next day, when Margret came into work, she seemed a little upset. She asked Anne into her office in a somewhat stern tone.
Margret looked at Anne, "I know you have been stealing money from the office!" she exclaimed.
"I will need to call the Police, its Company Policy," she continued.
Anne was crying as Margret passed her a tissue she blurted out everything, her money troubles, her credit card and how she found the money.
"Margaret picked up the phone and began dialling.
Anne's heart raced--she was certain it was the police.
'Stop! Please!' she cried out in a panic."
"Can you return all the money you stole?" asked Margret, momentarily cancelling the call.
Anne just shook her head and looked up with her puppy dog eyes, "I will do anything, please."
Margret looked Anne up and down and a little smile appeared.
Anne was standing in the middle of the office, door closed and blinds shut. Margret stood up and locked the door and then walked around Anne, inspecting her like a headmistress.
"I need you to take off your dress," Margret instructed.
Anne just stood there a little surprised, but eventually she did as she was told and unzipped her dress, which promptly fell to the ground. Margret continued to walk around her looking her up and down and then undid Anne's bra and then instructed her, "take it off, your knickers, too."
Margret admired Anne's young firm body and full breasts. She tapped the desk and told Anne to bend over the desk, and Anne complied.
Anne felt Margret's hand on her bottom and then felt the sting of a slap.
"You are very naughty girl," Margret said as she slapped her again.
Anne had not been spanked before, and it made her instantly wet.
After each slap, Margret would run her long fingers over her bottom and inside her thighs. After a few more slaps, Margret's fingers toucher Anne's labia. Anne was getting very wet.
Margret's finger lingered on her outer lips. Anne could not help but let out a low moan.
Another slap stinging her bottom, and then Margret's wet finger slid inside Anne's wet cunt.
"Hmm, you are a hungry little thing, aren't you?" Margret inquired.
"Aren't you?" Margret demanded an answer.
"Yes. Yes, I am," stammered Anne.
Margret then started to finger Anne, teasing her, fucking and tapping her clit. Anne was pushing against Margret's fingers and she was close to cumming when Margret just stopped.
"Now get dressed and get back to work," Instructed Margret.
