Dr Christina Lee, a Researcher

The lab workers look with awed amazement but also some amusement as the usually very collected and emotionless to the point of being robotic scientist pumped her first in the air and jumped up and down in celebration. "Yes! The material's integrity keeps!", she exclaimed rather needlessly. Everyone knew what was the only thing that could get her so excited... And everyone could barely believe that she made it (at least seems to have made it) after years and years of trying.

The excited chatter dies down a few minutes later and Dr Lee goes back to her efficient robotic if slightly bossy self, giving orders to prepare for the new rounds of tests with different samples to confirm the exciting findings. A rare smile seems to be quite settled on her firm East-Asian face, however, as she speaks to the technicians and assistants in groups of twos and threes, about a dozen in total. She is with the last duo when the door to the lab opens, letting in a man in a suit rather than in a lab-coat. A younger woman trails him, obviously a PA of some description; her white blouse is folded at its edges and secured with safety pins to expose her lower half. The g-string that (alongside with heels) completes her attire covers her private parts, but does very little to hide her bottom, or the fresh lines across it. The PA carries a folder and a paper bag with the lab's logo, ready to hand either to her boss once asked.

"Oh, Mr Patterson", Dr Lee greets the man, one of the senior managers of the firm the lab belongs to. "You've heard already? Our new plastic sample retained its original qualities through one hundred recycling loops, it is beyond anything we hoped for!". The man smiles, but not in a way that seems to reflect the understanding of the fact recycling may be revolutionised for the foreseeable future. "That is fantastic news, Dr Lee", he replies. "I am here, however, because of a less pleasant matter. Could you please have a look at this?" He takes the folder from his PA and opens and passes it to her.

Seemingly not understanding entirely what is going on, Dr Lee confirms that the list she is looking at is (quite obviously) of the items procured for her lab under her instructions; she then asks not without slight irritation why is it being brought up. Mr Patterson has to suppress a sigh. He was always amazed with the ability of these scientific types to be so utterly unaware of the world around them; at least with this one he will have a chance to remind her that it does exist. "You overstepped the budget almost a 100 percent and used the emergency funding without authorisation signing for a level you do not have, Dr Lee", he explains and interrupts firmly when the obvious protest of "it was necessary for the research" begins. "I understand you needed it, but other researchers need funds too. We have procedures for a reason and they must be followed, Dr Lee. Now, I've looked at your record and I am aware you have not had a punishment on file in several years, but unfortunately I will have to change that now".

It was true, unlikely as it sounded; Dr Lee's lab saw no corporal punishment used at all as she believed such nonsense to be a waste of time. If saving humanity was not enough motivation, a spanking would hardly help. Moreover, few made mistakes in her presence and so did she herself. Some of her staff may have wanted to redden her behind, but without a solid reason and with the good chance to be fired for wasting time, none dared. Outside work her behind remained likewise safe; Dr Lee was too calm and collected to give anyone a reason to punish her and too obviously important even at the first glance for anyone to take unsupported chances.

Dr Lee looks like she wants to argue the point further, but seems to realise it will not do her much good. "I understand. Can you please go for the quicker option though, I need to get back to work", she says, still seeming to be more irritated than scared by the upcoming punishment. "Of course" Mr Patterson says seriously with a nod. "I will do my best to take as little of your time as possible. Now, please strip fully and go over my lap". A world class scientist she might be, but Mr Patterson knows firmly that Dr Lee is about to learn quite a lesson... And apparently an overdue one too, he concludes as he pulls a chair free and sits down.

The Asian woman looks like she wants to protest but realises that there is no point to waste her own precious time fighting the inevitable. With quick (and not anywhere near as discrete as she hopes) glances at her colleagues and at the newcomers, she shrugs off her lab coat. Underneath there is a pair of tasteful ladies' chinos and a jumper; the latter is the first to go and it turns out to have been doing an impressive job of hiding Dr Lee's curves. Even her male colleagues who saw her daily would have underestimated her D cups if asked. Now, however, they threaten to spill out of the bra as the bends forward to slide off her chinos, which join the lab coat and the jumper on the back of her chair. The bra's turn comes, of course, and Dr Lee begins to move on arm across her chest as she deals with the hooks with the other, but she realises her mistake quickly and the view is unobstructed once the bra is removed.

As often is the case, the panties are the last to come off and Dr Lee thinks the whole lab is holding their breaths and they see the small piece of fabric as it slips down her legs. There is a small bush between the now naked woman's legs, which is a thing most men realise they have not seen for a while as most women knew they may be exposed virtually any time. Some half-expect Mr Patterson to announce further punishment for it, but the manager seemed content to watch Dr Lee put the discarded panties on the top of the rest of her clothes and walk towards him.

Once the researcher climbs over his lap, keeping her legs modestly together and planting her palms on the hard floor, to the audience's surprise Mr Patterson does not reach for any implement. Instead he simply starts bringing his open palm down on her exposed bottom in a fast but steady rhythm, showing years upon years of practice. Dr Lee lets out an occasional grunt and shifts her weight on the man's lap every now an then, but otherwise she is taking her first spanking in years well enough, even as it goes on. Every eye in the lab is on her, of course. Most of the focus is on the rapidly reddening cheeks, the lightly shaking downturned half-globes of her boobs catch attention too. Little can be seen between her legs, but most present managed to get a glimpse when she was undressing.

Even though Mr Peterson is not showing any signs of tiring, he stops several minutes and perhaps three hundred spanks later. Dr Lee's bottom is uniformly bright red by that point with only the inner areas of her cheeks around her anus remaining untouched. She is still holding herself well enough, even though her breathing is clearly getting laboured. The punishment is far from over, however, as becomes apparent when Mr Patterson unhooks a small but thick and clearly heavy oval wooden paddle from his belt, drawing a collective sigh from the females in the room.

Dr Lee does senses a pause but does not realise what exactly is in her spanker's hand until the paddle crashed into her skin, drawing a helpless yell and leaving a darker red-turning-purple imprint from the first stroke. Mr Patterson begins to alternate cheeks once again, but this time every spank has a profoundly greater impact. This was visible, with more and more spots standing out from the earlier redness; it was also very audible. Despite her best efforts, the long-unspanked woman cannot help but yell, relatively softly at first but with fewer and fewer reservations as the spanking goes on each time the hard heavy wood meets the tender defenceless flesh.

The punished small bottom is almost entirely covered growing and already present bruises and Dr Lee is sobbing very openly when Mr Patterson reaches two dozen spanks. The small paddle is proving effective beyond its size (as he knew it would, having used the tool on many a deserving woman), even considering the inexperience of this particular lady being punished. He decides to conclude this part of the punishment with three truly beastly spanks in quick succession right on the middle of the left cheek and then three more to mirror them on the right one. Each draws a howl from the smaller Asian, as the pain is multiplied from the very same spot being hit again and again. Sobs are joined by freely flowing tears too, not that it take the humiliation much further than it has already reached by now.

Mr Patterson rests the paddle on the now mostly purple with two spots of nearly black bottom, letting the crying woman over his knee collect herself. "Get up once you are ready", he commands as the sobs get a bit less hysterical and although still in obvious and great discomfort, Dr Lee hurries to obey. Her hands are being urged by her body to rub her burning behind, the view of her body she is giving long forgotten, but she makes herself settle for wiping her tears off her face with the backs of her palms. The evidence of recent (still ongoing, really) crying is impossible to hide without a proper wash and ideally makeup, but at least it is not running down her face anymore.

"As I am sure you understand", Mr Patterson begins when he thinks she will be able to hear him, "... we obviously cannot limit a punishment for so major an issue to thirty spanks with a paddle. Other five departments could have claimed the funds; each will be issuing a punishment of its own subject to my approval over the next five weeks. I am sure, however, that your amazing success will be taken into account". He nods towards the screen on which the latest test results are still displayed, not at all surprised at Dr Lee looks like she may have forgotten about her breakthrough already. "In the meantime, until the last punishment is finished, please limit your workplace attire to this". He gestures to his PA and the young women take a lab coat out of the paper bag. A fully transparent one. "We will be in touch, Dr Lee".

The naked Asian woman manages to mutter a "thank you" and watches her visitors leave alongside the rest of her lab, even though others are still sparing her a more than occasional glance too. She is holding her new coat in her hands still and moves to begin to put it on, but then rethinks. "Alright everyone, let's get back to work", she says in a firmer although still obviously pained voice before turning to one of the younger lab assistants. "Jane, can you come with me to the break room first though? I'll need to get some ice".