"Physical punishments"?

"'Physical punishments'?" you ask, nervous.

"Well, it depends on what executive you're working for, but most like slaps and spankings."

"Spankings?"

"Yes, JoAnne," he sighs. "Spankings. Please try and keep up."

"Is that legal?" you ask, appalled.

"It wouldn't be, but it is in the contract."

"I'm not gonna let anyone spank me!" you say in protest.

Strickland sighs, and then presses a button on his phone. "Rebecca, please come in here. Our new employee will not comply to the idea of spankings."

The door behind you opens a moment later, as a beautiful woman in a tight skirt and tighter blouse enters. "John?" she says, in a voice like honey.

You turn to face her, or more specifically face her cleavage. "Ye--?"

You are interrupted by large hands grabbing your wrists from behind. You can't get a good look, but it seems Mr. Strickland is much taller and stronger than he seemed from his seat behind his desk.

"Thank you, Rebecca, that will me all," he says as you squirm. "She's the hottest secretary in this building; we often use her as a...distraction for unruly employees.

Now, are you going to calm down, and go about your day? Or do I need to show you those 'physical punishments'?"