My name is Howard Duncan. I am the office Manager in the accounting department of a large Industrial firm. I am thirty eight years old and have been head of my department for nearly four years. The firm appointed me office Manager because of my work ethic. I keep my staff on the ball and get the job done. The girls who work in my department think I'm a hard ass. Because I'm constantly on their case to finish the paper work I assign to them. It's my job to make sure the work is completed. Not win a popularity contest. So I could care less how they feel. I love my position as office Manager and I refuse to let them jeopardise it by being careless and slow. They can follow my orders to the letter or work somewhere else. It's as simple as that. Females are nothing but whining little cry babies as far as I'm concerned. So the hell with them.

Actually I think I'm to easy on the lazy bitches. I give them a severe reprimand for the first infraction with a warning to never screw up again. If they make a second mistake, then I say it's their own fault for being fired. Incompetency is a sin in my book and I absolutely refuse to accept it. So I make them toe the mark or they can find another job. Right now the whole department is really upset with me. My secretary made an error in judgment yesterday so I fired her right on the spot. Fran worked for the company for eleven years and was well liked by all. But I will not tolerate stupidity. So she's standing in the unemployment line and I'm searching for her replacement. And my staff can kiss my ass if they're unhappy over the way Fran was treated. Hell, I'm the one in a bind. Without a secretary I'm stuck with extra duty. So instead of being pissed off, they should be sympathising with my unfortunate predicament. Fucking ignorant bitches.

A week later I found a satisfactory replacement. But I was slightly uneasy over hiring Dawn Wells. She was to beautiful for my taste. Now don't get me wrong. She's exactly the type of female I would love to take out on a date and hopefully have sex with at the end of the evening. But good looking women in the work environment can cause a lot of problems. Males always linger to long in the office when a beautiful woman is present. Work efficiency tends to suffer because of it. A delivery man or some guy from the mail room hovering over her desk while flirting with her can be extremely disruptive. Work grinds to a halt and hardly anything gets accomplished. But her personal resume was exceptional, which made her the perfect candidate for the job. I decided to hire her on a trial basis and keep a close eye on the lovely Miss Wells. That turned out to be the most humiliating and painful mistake I ever made. And I deeply regret it.

At first I was happy with the choice I made to hire her. Dawn shooed the males away and turned out to be a hard worker. She put up with my foul disposition and strong demands without saying a word. Until I over stepped my boundaries. That's when my nightmare began. Unfortunately it's one I can't wake up from and forget all about it. So I'm forced to live with the shame and humiliation. It's still very hard for me to believe it happened. You certainly couldn't tell by looking at Miss Wells that she was extremely exceptional with her fists. A beautiful woman who stands five foot six inches tall and weighs approximately one hundred and twenty three pounds is definitely not intimidating. So receiving a terribly painful beating from such a lovely creature was an unbelievable experience. But she did give me one. And exposed my shameful fetish in the process. This is the story of my complete demise.

Tax time was approaching. So there was a lot of extra work to be done around the office. I was running my staff ragged and of course they were all bitterly complaining about my harassing methods. I was busy doing the corporate taxes for our firm and it wasn't going well. It was Friday and I had to turn them in to the main office on Monday morning. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was already three in the afternoon. There was no way I could get them done by quiting time and I had a dinner engagement that evening which I absolutely did not want to miss. The solution to my problem was obvious in my mind. I was the boss. Therefore delegating the work to someone else was totally within my rights. Miss Wells was my personal secretary so she was the logical choice. I buzzed her into my private office without a touch of remorse for what I was about to do. Being the one in charge has it's advantages. It was my prerogative to use them as I saw fit.

"Miss Wells. The corporate taxes have to be finished today and I have an important meeting tonight that I must attend. So I'm afraid you'll have to stay and work overtime to complete them. I'll alert security before I go and let them know you'll be leaving the building several hours later then usual." "I'm sorry Mister Duncan. I can't possibly stay and work overtime tonight. My poor mother is ailing and I'm the only one available to take care of her." She protested. "Your sick mother is the least of your worries if you don't do what I tell you Miss Wells. Now take this stack of papers and get busy. Or you'll be looking for another job come Monday morning. Is that understood?" I said in a harsh voice. The cold, hard look in her hazel eyes startled me. She casually removed her high heels and strolled over to close the door. Then she turned back to me and placed her hands on her shapely hips.

"Your attitude needs a serious adjustment asshole. The girls in the office told me to watch my step because you were a total prick. But I preferred to hold my judgment until I found out for myself. I can see now they were correct. You're nothing but a pompous windbag with delusions of grandeur. You strut around like you're the head rooster in the hen house and expect everyone to obey your ridiculous orders without questioning them. Well it's not in my nature to do that. It's time someone set you straight and put you in your place. And I just happen to be the girl who can handle the job. So get up asshole. I'm going to give you the beating of your life and turn you into a docile little lamb." She confidently said as she began walking towards me. I was flabbergasted over her tirade and was momentarily speechless. Then I snapped out of my trance and leaped to my feet.

"Now see here Miss Wells. You can't talk to me like tha." "SMACK!" A solid right cross slammed into my chin and cut me off. I dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes and stared up at her in disbelief. I'm six foot tall and weigh two hundred pounds. And I exercise regularly to keep my muscular body in great shape. So it thoroughly surprised me to get knocked down by a single punch from a slender female. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? GET OUT OF MY OFFICE BITCH! YOU'RE FIRED!" I screamed. "In that case I might as well enjoy myself and give you a thorough beating before I leave." She replied with a smile. The ridiculous notion she could give me a beating was absolutely absurd. I was much to big and entirely to strong for a frail female her size to handle. So I shot to my feet to prove my point and quickly end this farce. It was the biggest and most painful mistake of my life.

Dawn easily avoided my sweeping right hook and drilled me in the ribs with pin point accuracy when I missed. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" "UUGGGHHHHH!" I grunted in pain and swung a devastating back fist at her grinning face. She eluded it like a professional boxer and tore into me with both fists pumping like a machine. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" The powerful uppercut dumped me on my ass. The girls in the outer office heard the commotion and hurried to see what was going on. They filed through the door as I was getting to my feet. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" I screamed at them. They started to obey me until Dawn opened her mouth. "I'm going to give him a severe beating for being the asshole he is. You ladies can stay and watch if you like. I'm sure most of you would get as much satisfaction out of it as I will." They ignored my obscenities and lined up against the wall with smiles of anticipation on their faces.

"It looks like we have an audience to please asshole. So come and get the beating you deserve." Dawn told me with a smile. I growled like an angry bear and charged the stupid bitch to exact my revenge. I still wasn't convinced I was in a fight I couldn't possibly win. Dawn stepped up to show me my error in judgment was going to cause me considerable pain. And she was right. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Her hard hitting fists halted my charge and drove me back. I was doing my best to elude her crisp punches but it was useless. She cut through my feeble defenses like they weren't even there and pounded me like a tough steak. "THUD!..CRACK!" Her right fist plowed into my stomach like a battering ram and bent me over. Then the mind numbing uppercut came from down by her knee and nearly took my head off. I hit the floor like a wet dish rag and laid there blinking my unfocused eyes to correct my blurry vision.

"It's getting a little warm in here teaching you a lesson. Why don't we get undressed so we'll be more comfortable." Dawn said as she began removing her clothes. When she was down to her black lacy bra and panties, she strolled over to remove what little protective armour my clothes were giving me from her lethal fists. I was still dazed and out of it when she pulled me up to a sitting position and removed my suit coat. By the time she unbuttoned my long sleeve shirt and took it off, I had regained my senses. When she reached for my T shirt I threw a hard right at her face I was hoping she wasn't expecting. But she was alert and easily dodged it. "SMMMACK!" A jaw breaking hay maker struck me on the chin and I was back in a delirious state. She quickly slipped my T shirt off, along with my shoes and socks.

Dawn unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my slacks before stepping down to grab my cuffs and pull them off of me. I came around just in time and frantically grabbed my waist band when I noticed what she was doing. I had a humiliating fetish I didn't want the world to know and I fought like a wildcat to stop her from revealing it. But Dawn was in control and wouldn't be denied. "WHAP!" Her bare foot exploded in my face and rendered me helpless. She pulled my slacks off without any resistance and exposed my terrible secret. "OH MY GOD!" One of the ladies screamed as a loud gasp escaped their lips. Then uncontrollable laughter filled the room while they stared at my red frilly panties. "HE'S WEARING WOMEN'S UNDERWEAR!" Another one yelled in a high pitched voice. Dawn was really enjoying herself at my humiliating expense.

"Well I'll be damned. The tough talking asshole has a pantie fetish. Doesn't he look adorable?" She asked the hysterical group. They were to busy laughing to answer her question. My head was hanging down in shame and I was nearly in tears. The embarrassing secret I had kept for almost twenty years was now out in the open. I could have died in that moment and it wouldn't have bothered me one bit. But gradually my degradation and shame turned to anger and hostility. The person responsible for revealing my embarrassing secret was standing right there in the room. Overwhelming rage filled my heavily muscled body when I looked up at her smiling face. Ripping her fucking limbs off and beating her to death with them was my only thought. I leaped to my feet with fire in my eyes and revenge in my heart. "YOU'RE DEAD BITCH!" I said as I attacked.

My muscle laden arms were firing bone breaking punches with astounding regularity. Everyone of them designed to literally crush my female adversary and end her life. Or at least put her in a coma. But Dawn's defensive skills were more than adequate. She eluded my furious attack like she was defending herself against a mere child. A collective gasp erupted from the crowded room when the ladies saw me going after Dawn like a crazed maniac. But their frightened faces quickly changed when they saw Dawn was avoiding my thunderous punches and making me look like an incompetent fool. They were soon laughing like hyenas as they watched me chase her around the room in my red silk panties. I was getting more and more infuriated because I couldn't land a single fucking punch and put her at my mercy. And missing her elusive female body was rapidly tiring me out.

Dawn switched from defense to offense in the blink of an eye. All of a sudden I was being battered around the room and was totally incapable of stopping the female warrior from pounding me into oblivion. Her small fists were beating me down like a dog and I couldn't stop her. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" My face was getting sore and my stomach was as red as my panties. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" I was being massacred as bad as General Custer at Little Big Horn. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..CRACK!" I was wobbling around on unsteady legs when the teeth shattering uppercut exploded on my chin and dumped me in the floor. "WHOOO HOOOOO!" The audience loudly cheered when they saw me go down. "GET HIM GIRL! SHOW THE LITTLE WIMP WHO'S BOSS!" A few of them said as they all laughed.

Dawn was smiling like a Cheshire cat as she strolled around my prone body and taunted me. "Maybe you shouldn't have provoked me if you can't fight any better than that. I can see your pathetic punches coming from a mile away and easily avoid them. But I don't have any trouble at all finding your ugly face and stationary body with anything I throw. So it doesn't look good for you. I would say you made a huge mistake by pissing me off. Wouldn't you agree sissy?" She asked with a smile on her face and her hands on her hips. I regained my senses and shot to my feet to shut that taunting mouth of hers. Although I was seriously beginning to doubt the outcome because I was experiencing Deja vu. The memory of another painful day will always be etched in my mind. Being humiliated by your younger sister is something you never forget. Even though it was when I discovered the wonderful feeling of wearing female panties.

I was eighteen at the time and my sixteen year old sister Tina kept bitching every time she had to do the laundry. She hated washing my underwear because she said they smelled like a pig sty and always had skid marks in them. So I decided to steal a pair of her panties and wear them for a week to teach her a lesson. But as soon as I put them on I was in Heaven. The silky soft fabric rubbing against my dick caused me to have a gigantic hard on. I never wanted to take them off. Tina had dozens of them, so I figured she wouldn't miss 5 or 6 pair if I took some more. But she caught me going through her pantie drawer and gave me a painful beating before she threw me out. Then she told everyone we knew I was a sick pervert who liked wearing female underwear. I was so humiliated I left town and never went back. Now another female I should be able to handle was easily whipping my ass.

I let the humiliating experience slip from my mind and went back at the bitch who had challenged my authority. I had to win this battle of the sexes at all cost or my life would be ruined. I repeatedly chucked numerous punches at her smiling face like a mad man. But anger and determination wasn't nearly enough to make me victorious. My fighting skills compared to hers were absolutely pathetic. Dawn eluded everything I threw at her like it was the simplest thing in the world to do. Then she opened up on me and cut me to ribbons. With her adoring audience cheering her on. "SMACK!" My nose shattered to pieces. "THUD!" My mid section was softening up. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both of my eyes were beginning to close. "THUD!..THUD!" Now my stomach really ached. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Both cheeks puffed up and my mouth swelled to an enormous size. I was completely helpless against the female gladiator while she methodically took me apart.

"CRACK!" I slumped to the floor at her feet and began to cry. "Well what do you know girls. The little sissy is crying." Dawn said with an evil grin. Unknown to me, one of the women was going to her niece's Birthday party after work. So she happened to have a digital camera in her purse. As soon as Dawn exposed my red panties, she scurried off to retrieve it. My entire humiliating episode was being recorded on film. "Get up sissy. Crying is not going to gain you any sympathy from me or anyone else. So get up and model your pretty red underwear for us." Dawn commanded. A loud roar erupted from the crowd when she said that. The women I had mentally abused for years were having a ball while they watched me get what was coming to me. I struggled to my feet with tears in my eyes and slobbers running out of my mouth. Dawn smiled and resumed the savage beating she was easily giving me.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Her hard hitting fists were chopping me up like an ax on a chord of wood. I couldn't find her elusive body with anything I threw, while she was rat tat tatting mine like a machine gun. My situation was completely hopeless. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!" I folded up like a card table and dropped to the floor like a rag doll. Tears were streaming down my badly swollen cheeks like two waterfalls down a mountain side. My muscular body was in so much pain I felt as if I had been in a terrible car wreck. And my multi colored face looked like I had been worked over by the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world. But I somehow made it to my feet to continue the one sided affair. Losing was not an option I would accept.

"Oh look girls. Sissy boy still wants to play. You have to give him an A+ for determination and admire his courage. But I'm afraid he gets an F for effort and fighting ability. He's absolutely pathetic in those departments." Dawn said shaking her head. "Go to hell you fucking bitch. You haven't won this fight yet. And you won't either." I replied with as much bravado as I could muster. Although I didn't really believe what I was saying. I was done for and we both knew it. I just hated to admit it to myself. "In that case let's pick up where we left off sissy. Because I'm certainly enjoying myself." Dawn said as she raised her fists. I waded back in and swung for the fences with everything I had left. I might as well have stayed in the floor. Because that's where I was destined to end up on several occasions. I was just to hard headed to realise it.

Dawn dodged my pitiful right cross and closed my left eye. "SMACK!" Then she eluded my combination and swelled up my lips a little more. "SMACK!" My next useless punch was block by the female fighter before she nailed me on the chin. "SMACK!" I staggered sideways and nearly went down. "Steady there sissy boy." Dawn said with a cute smile while the audience giggled. I let fly with a right and left I was sure had bone breaking power behind them. Dawn casually blocked my feeble attempts and cracked me between the eyes with a sledge hammer punch. "SMACK!" I back pedalled out of control and was caught by several ladies in the crowd before I could collapse. I was off balance when they shoved me back towards Dawn. "CRACK!" Her lightening quick fist slammed into my jaw and I slumped to the floor at her feet like I had been pole axed.

I was completely delirious and unaware she had hauled me to my feet and was holding me steady in front of her. "SMACK!" "Your bullying days are over sissy boy." "SMACK!" "From now on you'll treat these ladies with the respect they deserve.""SMACK!" "No more reprimands for minor infractions." "SMACK!" "You will stop timing them to see how long they spend in the bathroom." "SMACK!" "You will give them their full lunch period and stop rushing them back to work like a tyrant." "SMACK!" "You will extend their break time from ten minutes to fifteen." "SMACK!" "You will be extremely courteous at all times and stop being such an asshole." "SMACK!" "You will never raise your voice or speak to them in a sarcastic manner." "SMACK!" "If these rules are not followed unconditionally I will beat you senseless." "SMACK!" "I will be here to do that because you are going to promote me to Assistant Manager." "SMACK!" "Is that clear sissy boy?" "CRACK!"

I was barely conscious when I hit the floor. I was crying my eyes out and scared out of my mind. I also had pissed in my red frilly panties and the women were uncontrollably laughing. Dawn nudged me with her foot and asked if I understood the rules she just explained to me. I had no choice but to agree with her demands. My spirit was broken and my will had snapped. I was enveloped in a cocoon of fear with my muscular body trembling like I was in an earthquake. The beautiful Dawn had turned me into a whimpering coward. I groveled at her feet and pleaded for mercy. Fortunately she had a small amount of compassion left and granted it to me. As long as I understood she was in complete control. I willingly accepted her dominance to save myself from further harm. I prostrated myself at Dawn's feet and tenderly kissed them like a devoted slave. The digital camera captured every bit of my humiliation. So there was no way I could lie or back out of the deal. I was trapped with no possible means of escape.

At this moment the accounting department is running very smoothly. All the work is getting done quickly and efficiently. The only difference being I am not the one in charge. I'm still the office Manager but my title is superficial. Dawn runs the office as the Assistant Manager and everyone is happy. The women follow her orders because they like her and they are delighted she put me in my place. Dawn forced me to call Fran and give her job back. Although she's Dawn's secretary and not mine. She was overjoyed when she found out Dawn beat me to a pulp. Fran never liked me from day one. But she put up with my bad temper and overzealous attitude to keep her job. Until I fired her that is. So watching me cower down to Dawn really makes her day.

The pictures were developed and every woman in the office has a set of prints. I break down and bawl every time I hear the ladies laughing as they look them over. I still wear female underwear but not because I want to. Dawn demanded I continue to wear them and I'm afraid to disobey her. But they're not my usual style. She bought two dozen cotton panties and ordered me to wear a different pair each day. They all have feminine decorations on them like hearts, flowers, teddy bears and other female things. She forces me to remove my slacks as soon as I come to work so they can all watch me parade around in them. So my run as a dictator is over. I'm nothing more then a pawn who is controlled by a dominate female. My emasculation at the hands of the beautiful Dawn Wells was complete.