Gratefully accept

"Oh, that'd be wonderful", you say, meaning it. In fact... You suspect of yourself that you might have agreed even if Ms Stevens did not specify the spare bedroom part. You are genuinely attracted to her and her take on your policy, her ability to help you advance being a secondary consideration if indeed a consideration at all (with you having the Rulebook and all). "Sounds like a plan then!", she beams and walks to her storage, retrieving her panties first. "Um... I'll get my clothes and meet you back here then?", you suggest, looking at her obviously very well-spanked bottom until it mostly gets covered.

"You don't really need them", she replies, getting her bra and making a step back towards you. Without really thinking about it, you take a step forward and help her fasten it. "What do you have in mind..?", you ask, your heartbeat accelerating again because obviously she does have some idea she wants to execute on you. It turns out to be very simple, though. "My car is in the underground parking, we will get there without ever leaving the company's property. There is no reason for you to be dressed on it. My garage is internal too. I'm assuming your clothing wasn't especially worn today so you can go home in it tomorrow after returning the same way as you leave".

The "quiet evening" starts to have a different feel to it as you realise you will be spending it miles away from any stitch of clothing you own. Even with Ms Stevens and the Rulebook the thought is scary... And far too exciting to refuse, even though you know you probably should. One can still get into a lot of trouble in a car. "A-alright, I guess", you say as Ms Stevens tucks her blouse into her skirt and folds her blazer over her arm. You follow her rather meekly, feeling your nudity highlighted by the fact someone who also was in your state is not anymore, sporting an outfit both professional and, you have to admit, sexy, instead.

The offices are mostly empty now and you only encounter a few janitors, all clothed, of course, regardless of their gender. Most of them you pass quickly enough and without incident, but you have to wait for one to pull his cart out of your way by a corner to pass. He does this without any particular hurry, giving you a good look-over in the process. "Extra punishment, huh?", he asks Ms Stevens in a strongly accented voice, nodding at you. You blush angrily and hope she will just say "Yes" and move on, but your boss is even keeper on the whole humility point than you previously realised.

"The gentleman asked you a question, Jenna", she says sternly. After a short debate in your mind, you decide not to point out he was obviously asking her rather than you. "Yes, sir", you say in a voice that you know is still too sullen. You live to regret that, of course. "Do you think that tone was acceptable?", Ms Stevens asks. "Uh, it was kind of mean, Ma'am", the man replies. "I agree. Can we borrow your belt? Or is there anything on your cart that we can use to attend to that?" You can practically feel a new flame growing on your poor cheeks already. "Please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come off like that!", you whine. The problem is that you do not know if Ms Stevens genuinely thinks your tone deserved a punishment under the policy or if she was doing this to entertain herself and you - and the janitor too, of course. Too much of an effort to avoid the spanking can lead to directly opposite results so you cannot overplay it, however genuine your whining is.

"Uh, bad tone must be punished, I think?", the janitor says still largely addressing Ms Stevens. Bossing a naked manager around is one thing; a clothed executive is something quite different, even if she was naked just minutes ago and her bottom is still very red under the exquisite skirt. "... but as she apologised, maybe milder? Like hand only?" You decide not to point out that it is your rather than Ms Stevens's consent for hand on body contact that she should be asking for. Suddenly Ms Stevens leans closer to the man and whispers something almost directly into his ear. He listens for a few moments... And grins, far too widely for your taste.

"That's perfect, Ma'am, let's do it!", he exclaims.