An Important Meeting

Winona walked briskly down the hallway. She couldn’t be late for this meeting. She had worked too hard to gain this position to lose it for something as silly as being late. Her bare feet smacked against the tile flooring as she began jogging. It looked ridiculously unprofessional to be running in the building, but, right now, Winona was ****.

She had been promoted to a managerial position last month, under the condition that adopt a new dress code. That dress code was absolutely ridiculous in Winona’s mind. She was required to be mostly nude. No shoes. No shirt. No pants. Her panties were replaced with a harness-type set up. It held two vibrators in place, one in her pussy and one in her ass. The vibrators turned on at random intervals during the day. Her tits were tied close to her chest. This meant they sorta resembled balloons.

Of course, Winona was only required to wear this “outfit” when she was at work. Since she couldn’t reasonably tie up her own tits, she was appointed an assistant by the higher-ups in the company. The most humiliating aspect was that this was that the assistant was her boss’s eighteen year old son. He was a high school drop out who only got a job at the company because of his dad’s position. The boy was a complete pervert and socially awkward stoner who took a lot of joy in his new job.

As a 36 year old grown woman, Winona found the treatment to be more than a little embarrassing. Luckily, she had already gotten past that part of her day today. Now, she just had to get past this meeting.

She had finally reached the conference room and heard voices inside. Fuck. She was late. She quickly opened the door and hoped no one would notice. They did. All ten men turned to look at the nearly naked woman who had entered the room.

“Glad you could join us, Ms. Dixon,” said Victor Cable, Winona’s boss.

“I’m very sorry, sir,” Winona said, bowing her head

“Since you’re late, you may kneel next to the table. Mr. Grant, please relieve her of her chair.”

Another man got up and removed the empty chair from the room. Seeing no alternative, Winona knelt down, trying futilely to act professional.

“Now that everyone is present, let us discuss today’s topic,” Mr. Cable announced. Winona tried to pay attention, but, at that very moment, the vibrators turned on, slowly increasing in intensity.

Please not now, thought Winona. The vibrators kept going and were now louder than the conversation going on. The men turned their attention to the lone woman as she involuntarily moaned due to the stimulation.

“Ms. Dixon, this is highly disruptive and inappropriate behavior for this setting,” Mr. Cable said.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry, sir,” Winona moaned. “I c-c-can’t control it.”

“That’s no excuse,” said Mr. Cable. “Our representatives must conduct themselves in a professional manner at all times. Maybe you aren’t managerial material after all, Ms. Dixon.”

“N-n-nooo, please give me another chance!”

“Sorry, Ms. Dixon, I’m going to have to demote you back to an office worker. Though, I expect you to maintain this attire as a punishment. Additionally, I expect you to allow every person in this room to spank you ten times with any implement they choose on any part of your body for disrespecting them.”

“Yes, sir,” Winona whispered, crying to herself. She stood up walked over to the corner and bent over. With her hands on the wall, she waited for her punishment.

By this time, the vibrators had stopped, but it did not really matter. The men removed the harness anyways and each retrieved a suitable implement if they didn’t have one.

Winona wailed in pain as the first man lashed her with a cane across her butt. The next man also used a cane, but he targeted her thighs instead. The third man strapped her tits.

By the end of the punishment, Winona’s butt, breasts, feet, legs, arms, tummy, and even face was bruised and beaten.

“Good girl,” Mr. Cable said, patting Winona on her sore bum. She winced but tried to act dignified. “Now, clean yourself up and go get some water for us all. We’re parched from the punishment you made us give you.”