HR have a new office

You assume the HR department would not have moved and indeed you are correct. In fact, the only change on the outside is that the usually neglected plaque now can outshine the sun itself. That, and a lady wearing a headscarf and a conservative top but nothing from the waist down with cane marks across her cheeks polishing it. The changes become a bit more pronounced once you enter the office itself; the bulletin board is replaced by three flat screens, only one of which still lists current announcements. The other two are titled “Monthly DVD Contents” with the last and the current months. Both are lists of female names and corresponding misdeeds, mostly just single, but some pairs and even groups are featured too. This month’s last entry naturally refers to yourself and Diana and you start to realise why being punished in front of your colleagues is not considered to be bad as far as public humiliation goes. The other option is having your misfortune saved for posterity in the monthly release (distributed free of charge to employees and partners and for a symbolic fee through charity shops, according to the small text at the bottom of the screens).

Diana tugs you forward (the surroundings are far less interesting for her) and you enter the waiting area. The sign announces that you must wait till called. Even though the sofa is soft and inviting, for some reason you decide not to sit down and instead focus on the TV screen in the corner; DisciplineTV is on. While Diana somehow manages to settle down still holding your hand, you study the advertisements for a new AutoSpanker model and a care kit for wooden implements. Once the adverts are over, the view shifts to a full-scale news studio that does a recap of the CPEs debate and then turns to another issue: budget airlines plan to scrap spanking areas and instead have all disciplinary action carried out over the laps of passengers. Shorter but heavy paddles will apparently be provided to compensate for possible difficulties.

The time of your appointment is just a minute away now and you can feel Diana squeezing your hand harder and fidgeting in her seat; you also can no longer maintain an interest in whether stewardesses should just get CPE3s to solve the problem altogether. When you hear a door open you both nearly jump, but it was the one you just entered through; you hear quick steps and the young lady you saw in the toilets earlier walks in quickly, visibly out of breath.

“Hi...” she greets you and despite the fact she is here just to watch you suffer you return the greeting with a sincere friendliness in your voice; after all, it is the existence of people like her that lets you tell yourself you are not a freak. “I was hoping to be here a bit earlier but one of my colleagues... asked me to stay for a bit.” She licks her glossy cherry-red lips nervously. Her voice is somewhat timid, even though you cannot imagine looking less formidable than you do now. The stranger’s auburn hair descends in waves down to her gorgeous breasts you noticed earlier even in the turmoil of your punishment. Diana is also treating herself to a look to the tall green-eyed beauty, who keeps talking excitedly while hurriedly making herself presentable even though she hardly needs it.

“I am Lorelei, by the way” she introduced herself and you two offer your own names before she goes on: “I am so sorry to be butting in on your discipline like this, but when I saw you earlier I just couldn’t believe how lucky you are! People like Mr Brown are what keeps the world going, as far as discipline goes I’d give anything to switch places with you!” You decide to keep to yourself the comment about how you would indeed want her to swap places with you or better still, with Diana who is the innocent one here. Well, she did finger her manager in a public space, but still.

The door behind you opens so softly your bare skins detects a draft before you hear anything. “Ms May. Ms Cho. Ms Hart. Please, come in.” Mr Brown invites you and you file in, you bravely leading the way. This is your show, after all, even if nobody else knows this. The change in the individual offices is greater still; the desk and the small conference table occupy a corner of a now much larger space while the rest is what you would have taken for a BDSM production set in your old world, only without the expected softness or sexual themes. It is very practical and simple instead, clearly made to enable one to cause most pain in various ways, easy to clean and disinfect, perfect to make someone helpless. Apart from the standard simple gear such as a St Andrews Cross, two spanking benches and what looks like a gynaecologist chair there are two items you recognise as AutoSpankers, although they look to be of a model preceding the one you saw advertised earlier.

“Please sit.” Mr Brown points are the conference table and you all obey with differing degrees of ****. “Let me now tell you what will happen...”

You would very much like to know that.