Changes in the Workplace

Vanessa couldn't keep her eyes off... off h-her daughter.

While Cheryl and Brand spoke in the front seat of her car - work, e-mails, Miss Cheryl on her phone...

Every twitch of the chocolate teenager next to Vanessa was a signal. Every movement of her Elly's hands, so much smoother... so much more youthful than Vanessa's brown paws, was a punishment or reward waiting to happen. A pat or slap. And every inward breath of her little girl's nostrils, was a reminder for Vanessa to squeeze her legs closed harder. To not release more scent than she had to.

Which... just made things worse.

It was obsessive. It was compulsive. It was more than love - more than being in... in love.

And, it was Elly - her daughter. Her girl.

Vanessa was so, so broken.

Inside.

Where it mattered most.

"See? They're getting along." Brand's eyes flicked - meeting hers in the rear view mirror. "Look - straight backs, hands to themselves, quiet..."

"Results are what's important. Uncle Carter did fine, didn't he?"

Mommy reached back and held out her hand - to Elly.

For Elly.

Vanessa felt like exploding when her daughter reluctantly took it. Was allowed to hold M-... Miss Cheryl's hand, while Vanessa quietly sat, stone-faced, watching it happen in slow motion.

"I suppose..." The young white woman smiled - a small smile, but warm.

"This morning was nice..."

Nessie's morning... Vanessa w-was...

"I could get used to a little pampering, I suppose."

Vanessa swallowed her saliva, wincing as her abused, bruised, dick-swallowing throat flexed. She h-had slept in a dog house, hugging Mister Fluffy, her daughter's panties over her stupid nigger f-

"They are such children, aren't they? Back there," Cheryl's gently thumbed Elly's hand, touching her skin. "Much cuter like that, than the alternative we've seen."

"I'll take a good pair of negro girls like these over a couple yowling she-boons any time."

Jesus!

Elly gasped, mirroring Vanessa's own aching, stabbing pain. But, the pretty secretary's sweet expression d-didn't waver a bit. She just affectionately... she squeezed Elaine's hand, and let the teen look shamefully down, and away. The woman that Vanessa had known for years, who sh-she had...

"Nnn!"

Knees tense, almost ready to bounce in her seat, against her seat belt, Vanessa reached for Miss Cheryl, her fingers and palm, needing to - to just touch, to be comforted the same way as her daughter, to... to feel that it was okay, that she was okay, that -

Grabbing Nessie's wrist, Elaine put her mother's outstretched paw down.

"Mhh!"

The lack of control added to Vanessa's agony - shaping her humiliation into a hot, squirming feeling that radiated along the negress's spine, from her groin to the back of her skull. Elly held Vanessa's hand in place, pressed into the seat cushions, silently reprimanding Vanessa like she was a-a child, like Elly was the mother, the t-teenager -

"We ask before we touch, Nessie," Brand spoke up, gray eyes clearly reflected in the rear-view mirror.

Miss Cheryl turned around, and left Vanessa, left them both, returning to her phone - e-mail or another task.

Elly stared daggers at her mother, before roughly letting go. Turning away, looking out the window, moment ruined b-between her and Cheryl...

Mommy...

"Um, sorry," Nessie mumbled, rubbing feeling back into her wrist. Naughty Nessie, all alone. No one looking at her.

In the dog house again.

Too ashamed to even look... to...

Smooth, toned chocolate thighs, shiny knees...

Elly closed her legs, all the way. Pulled the hem of her dress down, as far as it would go - all without looking. Just... just knowing that her mother, her pervert mom couldn't, c-couldn't stop.

"There we are."

"Op!" Entranced, Nessie hadn't even noticed how close they had gotten. A familiar underground parking lot, a sight Vanessa had only seen from the driver's seat until a couple weeks ago, loomed, and swallowed the mixed little family - and Nessie saw... felt her daughter tense up through the seat cushion they shared.

Warm pressure wrapped up the black woman's hand, crushing it. E-Elly, grabbing her, squeezing as morning light turned to an artificial, underground glow.

God... Elly...

Everyone exited, seat belts off, maybe... maybe chatting. But Vanessa...

Her car door opened.

"Time to go," Brand, sounding slightly impatient, rested one arm on top of the frame. "Come on."

Nessie... Nessie undid her seat belt, b-but...

"I - I can't." Vanessa shook her head in the back seat of the car. God, she couldn't. He... he had to - they had to understand, they had to -"I... everyone knows me. And Elly, a-and, what happened last week, what I..."

"Nessie..." Cheryl, her... Vanessa shut her eyes - if she s-saw her secretary, she'd never be able to speak, sh-she'd...

"I thought I c-could, I... please..." She could feel it. "I wanted to - I tried, I'm trying, but..." The blubbering. "But..." The - wh-what composure the black woman h-had started to crack, started to shake and tremble and unravel. Looking up from the safety of the back seat of her car -

"Please!" Vanessa pleaded. "Elly and I can go home, together." She smiled, and nodded - a big smile, wiping away her sniffles, "We don't belong... not like this, not... Elly can put me outside, sh-she can - w-we can...!"

Sympathetic hazel eyes sharpened, and narrowed.

"You girls can... what, Nessie?" Miss Cheryl asked, very softly. And Vanessa - she l-looked. She looked at the white woman's somber, serious face. At her arm, subtly barring access t-to Elaine.

"You want... alone with her. Your daughter?"

Nessie's nigger pussy twitched. Hard. I-it almost... the implication...

"Oh, Nessie..."

"Uh... um..." Christ. Her tongue almost lolled. "I - I didn't mean..."

"You're scaring your daughter, Nessie," Cheryl protectively hugged the teen. "It's her first day of work, remember? And, she's being a brave girl, and you..."

Naughty. Naughty Nessie.

"Do you need to be walked in like a puppy?"

"Vanessa." Cheryl unsnapped her shiny black purse, "Do you need the leash?"

Chrome chain and a leather collar slid out of the small bag. Ch-Christ. Cheryl... Miss - Miss Cheryl b-brought...

Vanessa touched her bruised throat, aching inside and out, and rapidly shook her head. Shook her damn head 'no'. Collared, leashed, at work...

God, please...

"Set a good example." The young white woman let it fall, back into her little work purse, and... "This is your workplace - have a little dignity."

Miss Cheryl replaced the leash with a cleanly-folded square tissue.

"Still, now. You're going to be late - and muss your makeup."

Dabbed, poked, Vanessa tried t-to be still while Miss Cheryl bent with her knees together - looking down on the black executive with pursed lips i-in their parking lot. While in the background, Brand's thumbs flew across his phone, a-and Elaine stood, hands in her lap, looking -

"See, Elly? Sometimes we work on a gentle touch."

"You try,"Cheryl ordered, without waiting for an answer. Moving to the side, pulling Elly in with a little stumble of the teen's feet and pressing Nessie's tissue into her hand -

Vanessa met her daughter's eyes, a-and... looked away, down.

Braless brown breasts hung inside the frills of her Elly's stretchy cream dress top.

"Um, it... it'll be okay, Mom." Elly's sweet voice - she carefully dabbed. Both women stood close to Nessie, babying her, leaning in, h-humiliating her, their... their chests...

"Here. Um, b-blow." Nose in the tissue, in her daughter's hand, Vanessa fought the urge to struggle her face away. Sh-she...

"Hnfff..."

"See? This is new for Elly - and she's not so scared, Vanessa. Try to be a little more like Elly, okay?"

"Who's a good monkey?"

Vanessa... Jesus...

"Uh - um..." Another chance meeting of Elaine's big eyes, and another glance away -

"I... I am," V-Vanessa...

"Ready?" Brand asked, looking up from... from whatever he was doing on his phone.

"Eep!" A hard slap of Miss Cheryl's hand to the teen's ass, through her dress, made Elaine jerk up - dropping her tissue in her mother's lap.

"Ready," The white woman announced, moving back - looking back for her colored girls to follow.

They... Elly and Nessie, mother and daughter, did. Or, tried to. Pushing against each other in the tight confines of the open door and back seat of Vanessa's car, they jostled and each g-grabbed the tissue in -

"Girls!" An exasperated M-Mommy -

"Sorr-" Vanessa -

"Sorry!" Elly called back, along with her mother. Bumbling, s-stumbling together, they followed...

They followed Miss Cheryl, and Brand.

Mommy, and Daddy.

"Hold hands, girls," Brand instructed behind his shoulder, great cat's grin on his handsome face.

"Keep up with Mommy."

Vanessa, and Elly, behind the straight-backed white couple, shadowing them...

Vanessa found her daughter's warm, soft hand, a-and tried to keep up - shiny black heels clicking to the elevator.

Keeping up with their white Mommy. They entered, and turned... sharing a-a look, a mother-daughter look, as the steel doors closed.

"That was a nice trick, with the leash."

"Ah, yes, well..." Vanessa could feel Cheryl leaning into Brand, snuggling behind her.

"Maybe a little dramatic - but if Im going to be lugging that thing around in my purse, there's not much point unless she knows its there. Now she does - right Nessie?"

The whirring elevator stopped with an electronic ding. Two younger men Vanessa didn't recognize - middle management, or legal or payroll or... one white and one black, and bald, did a little double take, and got on - backs to the group, the white man pressing a floor.

Nessie... heart b-beating, Nessie turned her head, sh-she -

"Right, Nessie?"

Oh, f-fuck.

"R-right. Right, um, M-..."

"Miss Cheryl," Vanessa whispered.

The black man slowly half-turned his head, barely - barely catching Vanessa's eye. H-he... anger swelling, shame and embarrassment -

Fucking looking back l-like he was better - like he... like she...

Nigger!

Ugh! Vanessa couldn't - couldn't from her head. Wh-what had sh-she... traitorous, evil, b-bad, bad -

The ascending elevator, stopped again - expelling the two men, this time without a backward glance. The doors closed, and Vanessa... she... they...

She was awful.

The whirring elevator stopped again, with another ding.

Their floor.

"Well? Go ahead, girls," Miss Cheryl p-poked Vanessa's bottom, prompting her... and Elly... out. Into the office. Into phones ringing, people - Jesus, people sh-she -

"Just let them follow," Brand murmured, and passed them, Cheryl close by. He... they...

"C'mon, niggers."

F-fuck!

The big white man patted his thigh, accepting a playful slap from Miss Cheryl on his shoulder, while Nessie scurried after - face hot, eyes down, p-pussy...

Down the hallway, Vanessa felt every eye on her. On her daughter. Together.

Vanessa's workplace was another world from what it had been, populated by familiar facsimiles of the people she knew. Aliens with faces leering, or judging, or confused - and bumbling along with her Elly, jiggling and twined with her, Vanessa took each glance and greeting like it was an attack, deflecting them away.

"M-mom..."

Miss Cheryl looked behind her shoulder, past the humiliated executive.

"Elaine, you're falling behind. Didn't I tell you two to hold hands?"

The fact that Cheryl didn't... that she wasn't embarrassed, that she so casually...

"Come on, ladies."

The stares, god, the stares. If Vanessa thought every eye was on her and her daughter b-before Miss Cheryl chided Elly, now -

"'Morning," Some chuckling schmuck chirped.

It made the white woman more. More... everything.

Vanessa found her daughter's hand, and didn't know who needed it more. And, who was mortified by the hand-holding less.

A short white man with a short natural beard, someone from mail delivery that the negro executive barely recognized, made no effort to disguise an unwholesome up and down of the mother-daughter pair as they passed. Pushing his cart, he...

Oh god - oh god!

He touched Vanessa's f-fucking thigh! A finger lightly brushed over her smooth brown skin and black fishnet stockings. Like nothing, l-like -

Prey. Holding hands, eyes down, made up a-and dark-skinned. They looked like... they were prey.

"S'ry," The mail carrier mumbled unapologetically, even while his touch lingered on the older negress's skin. B-brushing her, trailing past her buttocks, almost daring a protest. Even a week ago, Vanessa might have, w-would have had his head, would have...

The executive shut her fucking nigger mouth, and took it. Would have taken worse, just to keep her molestation quiet.

T-trying to keep it quiet. It only lasted a moment before he passed, but she...

"Mmp!"

"I - I don't feel good," Elly mumbled.

She m-might... Vanessa needed the bathroom, a bit. Or - or her...

"Mom..."

Or, her diapers. H-her - she just needed a closed door. Her office. If she could, eyes forward, i-ignore -

"They're, um they're looking, Mom."

Christ, Vanessa knew they were looking, sh-she -

She took a breath, stilling her anger.

"Almost there," Nessie held tight, tight onto her girl, fingers locked together.

"Um, Miss? Miss Thomas! Mister Barrington!"

Out of a branching hallway, wearing some variation of a navy blue suit and clutching a pair of binders to her chest - straight, shiny black hair and cute East Asian features bounced to a stop just ahead of the small group.

Hannah.

"Hannah!" Miss Cheryl smiled happily, and touched the young woman's elbow.

Only the smallest, tiniest dribble of pee hit Vanessa's lacy black panties, before she clamped down on the flow. Concentrating, forcing her contrary muscles tight, she barely noticed Elly's squeal, or her hiding behind Nessie's back - using her mother's taller heels and strong female curves as cover.

"Let me help you with some of those - "

"Oh, no! No-no-no, Miss Thomas - I-I've got it. I, uh..." The diminutive girl flinched back from Cheryl's helping hand, hefting her burden and looking up at the white woman's face with determined Asian eyes.

"Nonsense." Miss Cheryl waved the younger woman's protest away. "At least allow - Nessie! Come here."

'Nessie'.

Vanessa hesitated, internally scowling. As often as she'd been called the pet name, and so, so much worse - to be o-ordered so in front of the intern girl... the - the Asian girl...

Vanessa straightened her back, and stepped, swinging one long, strong brown leg forw-

"Whoop!" The black woman stumbled, almost pulled off balance by - "E-Elaine!" Nessie's teen daughter still gripped her hand. Hiding - hiding behind her -

"Elaine?" Hannah's eyes focused - really focused on Vanessa for the first time in their hallway meeting. On her, and behind her.

"Elly?!"

Vanessa felt her hand get dropped like a hot coal.

"Uh, Hannah!" The black teen stepped up - stepped forward, distancing herself from her mom when seconds ago she h-had been grabbing. "Hi! Uh..."

"Nessie! Grab these things from Miss Hannah! Scoot!" B-Brand, fucking...

Vanessa moved, barely avoided a blonde secretary scooting past, busy on some errand. And Hannah hardly seemed aware of the black executive taking the binders full of office documents off her hands. She just stared, narrow eyes as wide as they'd go, at Elly, a-at -

"We should keep moving," Cheryl suggested, politely avoiding another office worker squeezing past. "Come on, girls. Elly - you can catch up with Miss Hannah in a moment."

Elaine's face looked positively gray, her rich brown skin drained of color - and Vanessa's own memories, and fears...

They should n-never have come.

"Uh, um, Miss Thomas." The Asian girl shook her head - a little mental switch, revealed.

"I-I got done moving everything, um, with your office. I wanted it all ready when you got here. I-I know I have a lot to learn, but, um... just being able to save you some time and stress..."

The words sounded like a practiced speech, something Hannah had planned. Coming out mechanically as they walked, while her eyes kept flicking to her former classmate, to Elly, trailing behind, "I didn't think I'd be getting paid at all here, and, um, what you've done to help me - "

Something clicked inside Vanessa's numbed, dumbed skull.

"Moved?" Vanessa asked.

Nobody cared. Nobody...

"Ive only written a few e-mails to help you, Hannah. What you've done to help me is so, so much more. Why, I should be thanking - "

"Uh, office?" Vanessa tried to... she - nearing her office, Vanessa's office... sh-she tugged on Miss Cheryl's sleeve...

"In a moment, Nessie. Let me say goodbye to Mister Barrington first, then we'll get you and Elly all sorted out. Okay?"

Cheryl - Miss Cheryl's cubical area was in disarray. Boxes and boxes, electronic equipment and papers a-and...

What had Hannah done?! What had that little bitch -

"Brand..."

A plaque. A plaque Vanessa recognized stuck out of a box beside Cheryl's desk.

Her plaque. Her award.

"Huh?" Nessie whispered.

Words swirled around her... around... and down. Down the drain - her life, h-her... "Of course. It'll be fine. If anything gets out of control, I promise I'll..." Cheryl and Brand...

"M-Miss Cheryl?"

The corporate executive bent, and touched - lifting the gold-plated decoration from its resting place. In recognition of outstanding service...

"Mommy?" N-N-Nessie -

"Come into my office, Vanessa. Elly - you and Miss Hannah catch up a bit. She'll give you something to do."

"A-alone...?" Both girls looked a little shocked; but it was Elly, still a distinctive gray hue, that spoke.

"With... with - "

Sounding like she might ****.

"Elly - listen to Miss Hannah, understand? And, Hannah? Don't let Elly out of your sight - you have no idea what kind of trouble a - "

Vanessa saw Miss Cheryl's lips and tongue form a silent 'n', before soundlessly letting it go, smoothly correcting herself.

"A... young lady... like Elaine can get up to, without a friend to guide her."

"Well, uh... why... um..." The Asian teenager looked positively bewildered, but nodded.

"Um, yes. Yes, um, I'll - I mean, she'll... we'll... I'll make sure..."

"Perfect!" Cheryl clapped, finalizing the arrangement. "It'll be just a moment. Nessie?"

The plaque slipped from Vanessa's fingers, into the box.

"Ah, yes. Ah, but..." The black woman gestured to her things. To her boxes.

"Leave that there. Come on, girl." Miss Cheryl left the office door open. Open, and...

Vanessa followed. A final glance back revealed a mean little smirk crossing Hannah's stupid Asian face.

"Close the door behind you, please."

Cheryl drew the shades.

"Cheryl?" The door clicked shut. "M-Miss Cheryl. M-..."

Nessie licked her lips, looking around with wide brown eyes "What's... what is happening? I dont understand."

Her office...

Her office was changed. Barer, devoid of her artifacts, and comforts. Almost everything she had put up, or purchased. Everything...

Cheryl turned, looking at the desk, looking around the office. Eyes roaming, drinking in the interior while she walked in front of Vanessa's desk - slender fingers trailing across its smooth surface.

"... It came as much a surprise to me, as anybody, Vanessa. When I heard."

Oh... god. The queasy, knowing feeling in Nessie's tummy - she didn't want to hear any more. She knew. She knew a-and didn't know, didn't understand h-how -

Miss Cheryl met the black woman's eyes.

"I... I'll be using the space, for now, Vanessa."

Fuck.

Fuck!

"I know your work as well as anybody - the specifics. The people and entities involved, the materials involved, and what's needed. I have a prior working relationship with almost everybody - it makes sense if you think about it."

'Makes sense'.

"But - "

"With your, ah, troubles, I mean. Your professional behavior. Vanessa..." Shaking her head in disappointment - l-like it wasn't... l-like Cheryl and her damn b-boyfriend hadn't...

"My job, my... my office! They... you cant just..."

She couldn't. Cheryl couldn't -

Cheryl was close, and closing. Her languid tour around V-Vanessa's office, her first tour with it... with it as hers. Looking around it with new eyes, sharp a-and beautiful...

Cheryl stood in front of Vanessa. Eye to eye.

"I didn't, Vanessa. This came from higher up."

"And, it's my office, Nessie."

It couldn't... it couldn't be happening. A dog at home, under the thumb of her daughter - her work was safe. Her years there, her position - they couldn't, without her knowing. Th-they couldn't just g-give -

They.

"I need to talk to - Frank." The black woman's mouth, her throat, was dry. Heart pounding - "He, um, Frank..."

"Vanessa..." Perfume, and clear white skin...

"Of course you do," Miss Cheryl t-touched Nessie's cheek. "Of course you do. You will. You'll talk to him - you'll have a chance to talk to everyone. Cortland has been very impatient with Mister Barrington about... what you're adding to the team."

The touch... descended. Casually, without asking, to her collarbone a-and into her dress - "Hhh!" Miss Cheryl casually pulled down Vanessa's top, working her breasts free.

"Vanessa, I want you to know - I need you now. Maybe more than ever. I know this is a lot, for you, and I want to know that I really appreciate you. What you've done for me."

T-t-topless, in her office, in Cheryl's office, Vanessa -

"What's going to happen to me?" Vanessa sounded so small. Pathetic. While Ch-Cheryl...

Eyebrow furrowing, full attention on tugging at the nigger's nips, Miss Cheryl casually, absently noted - "Well, nobody will know about your embezzlement, for one, Vanessa."

Nessie gasped. The black woman's diaphragm pulsed, out of control - hit in the stomach sh-she -

"You knew!" The words came out more croak than scream. Vanessa Lockley pushed Cheryl's hands away, barely feeling her tits stretch and flop, her nipples scraped by sharp fingernails. "You knew!" She - tears in her eyes, betrayed, betrayed, and looming, grabbing Cheryl's wrist -

"You KNE-!"

WHAP!

As sharp and hard as she'd ever been hit before, Vanessa reeled from a slap to her face. Sh-she - flinching, eyelids fluttering protectively, the black woman's raised hands warded off any more blows, any more...

They didn't come. Miss Cheryl stood tall, face stony in cold, white fury.

"You don't ever, ever touch me that way. Do you understand, Nigger?!"

"I-I - " Hapless...

"Get your fat black ass down. On my floor. Now!"

Miss Cheryl's fingers pulled Vanessa's hair - "Gnhh!" ... Stooping the topless negress low before pointing. Pointing down at the floor. The rest of the way.

H-helpless...

N-Nessie gingerly, reluctantly went the rest of the way. Down, down onto the floor. Kneeling, prostrating.

S-small.

"O-ow!" Vanessa squealed as Miss Cheryl's sharp heel stepped on her f-fucking head.

"Do you have any idea of what I'm... what Ive tried to... Jesus, do you know what Ive been putting up with? What kind of trouble you should be in?"

"How about sexual harassment, Vanessa?" Stripped of her top, thick black nipples throbbing with fresh scrapes, Vanessa tried to raise her head, to respond -

"Gff!" Cheryl's shoe reasserted itself, digging into the nigger's scalp.

"How about ****, Vanessa?" Ground down, faced m-mashed into the scratchy carpet. "How would that look, if everybody knew. Christ, when I found you two..."

N-no... "No..."

"Together...

Please! "Phleash..."

"Have you though about explaining yourself - explaining the truth, without your excuses, in front of everybody? What that would look like? What that would mean?"

"And you want to come at me, about what you did? Jesus!"

"Smorry! S-"

"Now, tell me you understand." Nessie did. Sh-she... pee... "You will never, ever touch me like - "

"I-I - "

A tentative knock at the door interrupted the woman, turning their heads.

The h-heel atop the topless black woman's head didn't budge an inch.

"Who is it?" Cheryl, l-like nothing w-was -

"Um, it's me."

Hannah.

"Hannah... um, Hannah!"

Jesus, the door was thick, but they could hear - !

"Come in. Leave Elaine out."

"Ch-Cheryl - !" Squirming, pleading. Miss Cheryl wouldn't - "Please! Miss...!"

The door crept open - and Nessie's pinned head couldn't turn away. From her vantage point, sideways, at floor level - cheap, short high heels, nearly identical to the ones she had sniffed and chewed the previous week, entered.

Hannah slipped in, the door barely a crack to accommodate her small frame, and Vanessa tried to stay still, tried to. B-but she wriggled, and groaned, a-and -

The door closed, with all three women inside.

"One moment, Hannah. You were saying, Vanessa?"

Saying...? N-Nessie...

"Uh..." God, swallowing hurt her dry, bruised throat, "Um, please... Miss..."

"No."

"Vanessa - about what you did. Never again. Tell me you understand."

"I-ai-..." Jesus, in front of her daughter's classmate, on her office floor...

"What - um, wh-what did she do? Miss?"

O-on Miss Cheryl's office floor, half squished into the carpet...

"I understand. I... I'm sorry. I wont. I..."

The heel slowly released pressure off Vanessa's head. Kneeling, palms on the ground and looking up.

"I-I'm sorry."

Sh-she heard a gasp. Hannah, watching Nessie's bare negro breasts enter full view.

"I... I, um... I... wow. Um..."

"Now, Hannah - did you need something?"

"No!" The young woman looked aghast, fixated on the black woman's swinging tits - "No, I - !"

"Oh!" Hannah giggled. "You meant - sorry. I... Elly and... we heard a noise. Um, some yelling. Faint, b-but I thought... I just thought..."

"Thought I'd, um, check. You know. To make sure."

To 'check'. Vanessa - Nessie saw, recognized, the curiosity written all over Hannah's youthful face. Causing the Asian girl's narrow eyes to hone in on her p-parts - on Vanessa's humiliation, h-her tits and face. Her kneeling body a-and -

"Send her out." Nessie almost... she tugged a little on Miss Cheryl's skirt. Lightly, and let go. "M-Miss Cheryl, please, she... E-Elly..."

Cold hazel eyes made Vanessa shrink. Covering her boobs -

U-uncovering them, nervously, when Cheryl's eyes further darkened.

"Those noises... that yelling you heard was a very, very bad nigger, Hannah."

"That's... uh..." Hannah - d-did the little Asian slut s-smile?!

"Shouting. Pushing. How can we get it through your thick skull that...?"

Miss Cheryl drifted off, and sighed.

"Who do you need to deliver your spanking, Nessie? Hmm?"

Spanking?!

"I - "

"Don't start, Vanessa. Pick. Or Miss Hannah will pick for you."

Nessie saw... Saw Miss Hannah's small hands flex, saw -

"Y-you!" Vanessa practically shouted, "I mean... just-just you. Please... please Cheryl." Vanessa flinched, a-and - "Mommy. I-I mean - "

"Vanessa."

"I d-didn't - "

"Vanessa," An index finger and a thumb grabbed underhand, and pinched Nessie's f-flapping, fat negro lips sh- "Shut up."

"Myes, Mrommee," Vanessa... "Mes..."

Cheryl's attention was elsewhere. Up, with Hannah.

"I think Elly has been alone quite long enough. Try to keep her occupied a little longer - you can do that, right?"

"I wouldn't want her to come to any trouble, being by herself."

"Um, trouble?" Hannah asked. Not quite innocently, not...

Miss Cheryl didn't answer, and the Asian intern swallowed.

"Y-yes. Okay, right."

The Asian girl moved, putting her small hand on the door handle to leave - and hesitated.

"Um, Miss Thomas? What kind of - "

"Not now, Hannah. Just remember you're in charge."

"Yes - y-yes, Miss Thomas. Right. Um, thank you..."

"Thank you." Hannah repeated, nervously exiting. A little flushed. Eyes lingering over Vanessa, over the black woman's bare breasts, until she snuck out the same way she came in - quietly, with the door barely cracked.

Miss Cheryl sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head at the closed oak door.

"What are we going to do with you, Nessie?"

Vanessa could only shake her head, t-tugging at her slowly numbing pinched-shut lips.

"Whoops!" Miss Cheryl laughed, wiping her fingers in the negress's hair.

"Gosh. Up. Up-up-up. And, panties down."

Up, off her aching knees, and... and, god, her panties...

Vanessa tried n-not to show. Doing her best to keep her dress down and modest -

"Shit!"

Mommy raised an eyebrow.

"Um... sorry."

They were wet, and bunched up, barely wanting to pass her knees, and around her high heels -

"Come on," Miss Cheryl supported Nessie - hand under her elbow, and with her feet barely on the ground started half-supporting, half-dragging the negress to her desk.

"Miss Cheryl?"

"Mm?" The white woman wasn't paying attention. Not really. Leading Vanessa, she -

"M-Mommy?"

"I-I need..." She... Vanessa's hairy black pussy was almost numb from holding back her... her pee. Hot, and numb, a-and -

She couldn't wait. Couldn't. Any second she would dribble, a-and...

"I need - do you have a d-diaper?"

Oh, god.

"I mean, if... if I'm spanked, I..."

Cheryl burst out laughing. B-burst - !

"Dear lord. Hearing you ask like that. You want a diaper?"

Gathering herself, miserable a-and mocked, Nessie...

"I don't want - I-Im going to get in trouble, if I don't!" The forty-one year old black woman whined. "I don't... I don't want..."

"Yes," Miss Cheryl sobered, p-patting Nessie's tits. "You're right."

"That's why we are where we are, after all." A small gesture of the white woman's hand took in her office, Vanessa's bare chest, her soaked panties and her leaky, smelly -

"It was very responsible of you to ask, Nessie. That's good. I shouldn't make fun."

G-god...

"Thank... thank you, Mommy," Vanessa mumbled.

"As long as it's not to show off, and get extra attention. You really need them?" A perfect brunette eyebrow arched, questioning, while Miss Cheryl searched.

Cheryl... the white woman really thought V-Vanessa would... "Yes! Yes, I..."

"I... I really need them," The black woman whispered, stretching her panties in her hands.

"There." Packaging hit the desk. "Diapers... and, wipes."

"Um..." For a moment Cheryl seemed at a loss. Looking at her newly-acquired desk, and gingerly pinching Vanessa's messy black panties out of her hands, replacing them with a d-diaper.

"Here," The panties found a wipe to rest on, and piece by piece, a section of Vanessa's... Cheryl's desk was -

"I'm going to have to keep this part of my desk clear for spankings, aren't I?"

Vanessa laughed. Sh-she couldn't help it - above the hint of a sob, she...

Miss Cheryl smiled, too, and patted th-the clear spot on her shiny, smooth desk. The desk where Vanessa had spent so many days. Hours... years. Wh-where...

Hot brown flesh laid down, bent over. Vanessa's soft breasts and hard black nipples, her bare tummy - all got a shock of cool wood.

"Remember what I said - I meant it. I need you, Vanessa."

A firm palm pressed the middle of the black woman's back, squishing her down. Holding her down, on Miss Cheryl's s-stolen desk, while the diaper nestled between her legs.

"I..." Vanessa wet her lips. She - she could... should stop this. Everything. Still, stop...

Oh... fuck.

Miss Cheryl petted her big, broad black ass.

Petted her.

"I wasn't just being cruel earlier, you know. With the leash. I know who you are at home. But here - I'm in charge. Understand? I need you in a position to get things done."

"Yes, um, Mommy," Nessie whispered, and rested her cheek. Sh-she didn't hump, sh-she... concentrating...

"You knew... about the..."

"The embezzlement. Brand told me, yes. Now, hush. Put your hands between your legs."

"What??" Nessie... Miss Cheryl wouldn't let her... "Wh-what?"

"Hold your diaper in place, silly. I didn't fasten it."

It was almost unbelievable. Allowed to touch - even through the thick plastic-and-cloth padded diaper...

Not really believing it wasn't a trick, Vanessa crossed her arms beneath her, her body weight pressing down on her hands. Pressing up on the triangle between her legs, with a little plastic crinkle.

"Ready?"

Vanessa cringed. Closing her eyes.

WHAP!

"Gff!" Fuck! It hurt! Her...

WHAP!

"This is how we learn, Nessie."

Whkap! Half-missing - WHAP! WHAPP!

Piss! Heavy and yellow - Nessie clamped down, sh-she -

"M-Miss Cheryl! I can't... I-I- "

WHAP!

"Nyyiee! M-Miss - !"

"That's okay. I know. Just this once - pee."

"Let it out, nigger." Oh, god. She couldn't. She couldn't pee, she couldn't not pee. Cheryl touched... stroked her stinging backside - petting, soothing - "Let that sticky piss out, into your diapie."

"I-I'm sorry...!" Piss, held in, spurting out -

"Get it out..." Cheryl soothed.

WHAP!

Christ!

"You can't help it. Mommy's here. Get it out."

Vanessa... in pain, in piss, wet and wet, couldn't...

Couldn't help it. Couldn't stop it.

She let it go. Quietly, feeling her diaper get warmer, and heavier in her hands.

Stinky... and sticky...

"... Is that all of it?"

"Y-"

WHAP!

Gasping, spurting -

"Y- !"

WHAP!

Spurting!

Whap! Whap! WHAP!!

"Ye- y- yes!" Vanessa squealed, stomping, pressing her fingertips through her thick diaper. Dribbling weakly, releasing - forcing less and less out of her bladder with each stinging blow.

"There, that's all of it," Miss Cheryl noted, a hint of grim satisfaction coloring her tone while she wiped the nigger pussy b-bent over her desk - bunched up wipes, not at all careful, like sh-she usually -

"Jesus, Vanessa."

"S-sorry - "

"Stand up."

"Put your panties on. Properly, I mean. And fix your top."

It all went into her diaper. Her pissy, plasticy adult diaper, before getting tightly bundled, and placed in Vanessa's hands as soon as she scrambled back into her panties.

G-god, she...

"Give me a moment to settle in. Take that out - and I'll see you."

"Vanessa? Don't get distracted. Remember what I said."

Cheryl... Miss Cheryl n-needed her. Vanessa wasn't even sure what her job was - if she had a real j-job, but...

"I remember. Thank you - thank you, Miss Cheryl."

The white woman had already switched gears. Somehow, some way that Vanessa couldn't fathom, she had... what had just happened between them...

The computer screen illuminated the young woman's face.

"Mommy."

N-nothing. Diaper in hand, bottom feeling like it had been burned in the oven, Nessie slunk to the door, hesitating...

And blinking. Feeling like she was entering daylight from some dark den - like her eyes would burn when she opened the door, Vanessa stepped out in the hallway.

Florescent lights, hardly brighter than her... than the office, shone down. Nessie stepped out, piss-soaked diaper tightly bundled in her hand, t-to the sight of her daughter, and Hannah, both with tight angry faces, whirling on her.

"Accident, Nessie?" The Asian tart sneered, nodding to Vanessa's diaper, with no hint of her usual nervous stutters.

The black woman felt her stomach, her p-pussy flex involuntarily.

But, no pee hit Nessie's lacy black panties.

Not even a drop.