A new sort of a romantic ride

“This is our new session specifically designed for those ladies holding inappropriate contact in the office whilst not being in a relationship. I assume that is correct?” Mr Brown pauses and you both promptly agree. “We have used similarly structured motivational methods for heterosexual couples, but for obvious reasons this will be quite different. As sexual preferences are fortunately diverse and unobstructed, we felt the need to design a treatment for every couple.”

He looks genuinely proud as he continues. “You will now be placed on two jointly controlled AutoSpankers. You will each have access to a remote. The total punishment will be three dozen swats with a heavy paddle...” Mr Brown lets your jaws drop in disbelief and terror - “... but it will be split between the two of you.” Your sighs of even partial relief are ill-contained. “The system will choose a random person to start with and deliver a dozen swats; the person then will at any point be able to use the remote to deliver the rest of the spanking to her partner. If the person forgoes this option her spanking will continue until the twenty-fourth swat after which the system will switch itself to the other person, delivering the last twelve to her.”

The eyes of Mr Brown’s audience grow wider as the realisation settled in; the devilish choice is between taking further **** or passing it onto your recently-met partner. You cannot imagine that going to well for a budding relationship. A split at eighteen each would probably be acceptable for most, but even that means taking six strokes you could have otherwise avoided. You genuinely cannot tell if you would rather be the first or the second person to get spanked in this setting, not that the choice is yours. What if... But Mr Brown seems to have read your mind. “We anticipate some may be brave and decide to drop the remote to rid themselves of the choice; this is why it will be secured on the frame itself.” The professionalism of HR has grown considerably in the last few hours, the game theorist inside you admits. Diana is nervous and with a hint of well-hidden resentment nobody but a close friend would see but Lorelei is eating Mr Brown with her eyes. In a way, you can understand her.

“If there are no questions, ladies, please take your places.” Mr Brown gestures towards the AutoSpankers’ frames and you and Diana exchange quick glances and get up. Mr Brown and Lorelei do too, the former flicking a switch to turn on the lights and cameras all at once and the latter asking if she can be of any assistance. “Once they are on, secure the straps.” she gets told. “I think the straps should not be there at all but policy is policy.” You climb onto the bench once again leaving very little of yourself to imagination, but you are at least rewarded with the sight of Diana doing the same. “I agree, Sir, women should be able to take what they earned!” Lorelei agrees passionately but nonetheless does as told, putting the straps around your ankles and wrists and securing them. For all her claims of getting little formal discipline she seems to know how tight to adjust them and how to check the bond. Mr Brown is typing in the parameters of your punishment into the software. It only takes him a minute. “The machines will now take your heart rate and blood pressure, we will be ready to begin shortly.” He bends to a microphone and reads out your offence and sentence, then clicks it off. “The system will give you a ten seconds warning once it is ready and then start one of the bots.”

The seconds before the next part of your nightmare and utopia combined begins tick away and both you and Diana try to make yourselves comfortable on a device designed for anything but comfort. Seemingly ignoring you now Mr Brown starts to question his new fan about her disciplinary experiences and needs. She nearly tearfully confesses how bad she feels for forgetting herself for a moment and insulting her boss earlier but maintains her point about needing discipline more consistently. A personal tutour or coach would be ideal and although she never says it, you can tell she believes Mr Brown would be an ideal candidate. Once again, you cannot exactly disagree with her. Before Mr Brown replies, however, there is a tiniest of static noises and a mechanised voice comes to life.

“Discipline Session 0612 begins in 10... 9... 8...”