A bright bottom to start a bright day

The word has spread by the time you are done and you exit the room, putting the old ID back over your head, to find a much less tense (and a much reduced) group of naked ladies. They might not exactly enjoy this new humiliation, but they are certainly relieved it is not something too terrible. Ms Stevens is long gone but you wave to Bella and a couple of other familiar faces before heading back towards your office and your second daily spanking. Turning the corner, you catch up with the black woman you saw get spanked earlier, who is taking a drink from the nearby cooler, and stop abruptly as not to run into her.

"Hi", you say slightly awkwardly and step to the side. "Hello", she returns the greeting. "It's getting better and better, isn't it?" She nods in the general direction of the photoshoot. "I'm Tricia, representations officer, from HR". You introduce yourself too, noting the obvious irony of someone with her job being in her current situation. "Why did you get spanked earlier?", you ask. "The f-word", Tricia replies, rolling her eyes. You cannot help but giggle. "I got four for that yesterday, plus a mouthwash", you complain. "She must have not wanted to make too much a show of herself either", your new acquaintance suggests. "Bet those tits bounced way more than my ass did". You giggle again, because they certainly did, and you bid one another a good day before heading in your respective directions through the now much emptier hallways.

You should be getting used to make entrances which make all heads turn towards you by now. Since you will be asked anyway, you quickly explain that you were away to take photos for new IDs (they are a clever bunch, they can work out the implications). To keep work flowing, you decide to add that everyone should stay in their places and carry on and you will come around the room to them with the ruler paddle chosen for today for four spanks from each. A predictably low murmur of excitement passes around the room as your subordinates visualise their naked boss coming to them asking for a spanking... But most do a good enough job of pretending at least to be staying focused on their screens.

With your bare back facing the room, you find the tool in question in the storage and turn back around, deciding to swallow the bitterest pill first and approach the youngest members of your team to start with. Zarina is quite close anyway so you turn to her first. She still looks perplexed by the whole thing, but takes the paddle readily enough and asks how do you want to be positioned. "Oh, you're in charge for this, it's your call!", you assure the younger woman. "Uh... I guess please turn and bend, like put your palms on your knees", she instructs you and you obey, sticking your bottom out towards her. As an unintended consequence, your now-pressed-together modest boobs are very directly pointing at Ciaran, a gentleman in your team second only to Peter in seniority. The paddle distracts you from that particular bit of awkwardness, however, as Zarina delivers the strokes with ever-growing confidence. You can already tell the spanking will be worse than that starting your morning yesterday, and by some margin too.

You thank her and move to Dave next and instead of getting up like his new colleague did, he pulls his chair backwards and asks you to get over his lap. You do so, acutely aware of the childishness of the position, and receive four much harder full-swing strokes each of which elicits a groan out of you. It is not a good sign for what's to come given that this is only the second spanking out of a dozen and probably not the hardest, given your yesterday's observations... But there is nothing you can do gingerly get up, thank your intern and move on. The spanking itself lasted less than the getting-on-and-off-Dave's-lap action, but the impact will be staying with you for a while.

Fortunately the next several of your team members lean towards Zarina's preferences and save you the trips over their laps, making you bend over to various degrees instead, continuing to grill your poor bottom, with overlapping lines turning into welts. Each thank you is pronounced in an increasingly laboured breath as you have to struggle more and more not to simply cry out in full voice with each contact between the thin but still stingy wood and your bare flesh. You probably will not be bawling your eyes out by the end... But even now you already need to wipe them with the back of your hand before the wetness in their corners can turn into real tears.

You are not exactly surprised for some reason that Laura and Diana are the ones to break the pattern. The former tells you to get down onto the floor on your back and lift your legs over your head, before helping you to hook onto the arms of her office chair with your toes. Looking up at her you can see her looming face and, not that it alleviates your own humiliation in any way, a glimpse of her panties up her skirt when she moves to the edge of her chair. Looking down at you she can see... Well, everything, really. Your legs are not spread especially widely, but definitely widely enough to leave no secrets. To your relief, she chooses her target very carefully and the four blows land two on each stretched cheek of yours, crossing the pattern of the previous strikes at an angle, rather than somewhere more sensitive. When Laura rolls her chair back, Diana looks thoughtful for a moment... And then admits out-loud that she cannot beat that anyway and rolls her own chair into the same place, repeating the procedure. The strokes hurt awfully, but the relief of rolling out of the strange position with your pussy still not targeted makes it almost easier to bear.

Another trip over the knee later and another few moments of holding your ankles, you are positively tearing up but you are also down to the last and most senior two members of your team, Ciaran and Peter. When you approach the former, he asks you to turn around. "Can we touch your bottom with our hands?", he asks once you have complied. "The ruler has done quite a number on it already". "Uh, guess you can...", you reply and immediately give a small squeal, because Ciaran did not waste a second in reaching out and pinching your welted cheeks once given the permission, "... but pretty sure we are not supposed to ask for lighter punishments or implements...". "You are not asking, I am doing it if allowed to touch you", Ciaran interrupts and adds with a chuckle: "Don't worry, you'll still feel it well enough".

Before you can come up with any argument why you should not not be shown such leniency (which, admittedly, you are not trying too hard to do), Peter speaks up from behind you. "Let's make it a double feature, shall we", he says. You do not immedaitely understand what he meant, but Ciaran did and the two men roll their chairs so that their knees are almost touching. Then you get it and with a sigh step towards them for your final over-the-lap trip of the day as the left-handed Ciaran and the right-handed Peter roll up their respective sleeves. You have to be honest, you are rather grateful for avoiding eight more ruler strokes... But you must look positively minuscule and feel absolutely helpless with your feel not even reaching the ground with your hips resting on the two large men's knees. Whether intentionally or not they also happened to position themselves in a way that would give a view of your bottom to most of the office... Well, you suppose they can take a bit of a break to enjoy the view.

The two man strike your cheeks simultaneously with their large hands and you squeal as your feel your entire body being jerked forward, your crotch sliding on office trousers' fabric. The ruler paddle hurt more, but with its light weight it does not pass nearly as much of the lateral impact, just cutting into the flesh instead. All those previous welts can be felt all to well now as well, as the palms strike all of them at the same time. Ciaran and Peter spank you again... And again... And again... On the last stroke of the short spanking you practically do a handstand for a moment, your bare pussy in the air, your flaming bottom nearly on the level of the sitting men's faces. You then fall back in place, breathing heavily and feel your cheeks squeezed and pulled apart (in case anyone did not see quite everything yet), making full use of your earlier permission to be touched. Finally, having had a good look, the men give you a light slap each and tell you to get up.