Hanna's Disciplinary Measures

Hanna had known that it would be uncomfortable crawling to the meeting room. After all she was supposed to be the boss, but all of the associate got to see her crawling passed them while she wore a miniskirt that rode up too far and a shirt that barely contained her breasts. That part certainly was hard to deal with, but it was the kind of difficult that felt her feeling a little wet. The actual hard part was just how hard the floor was. The carpeted area was bad enough, when she reached the elevator itself it was killing her knees. She'd made herself invincible, in a sense, but she hadn't wanted to take away her ability to feel pain. By the time she reached the meeting room she was exhausted, and determined not to crawl back. She sent Ned a quick text telling him to bring the shoes to the meeting room, instead of to her office.

Hanna wasn't the last to arrive, nor was she the only woman who crawled there.

"This is really bullshit," Marcella said as she finally pulled herself to seating, "Why do I have to wear heels or crawl? None of the men have to do that."

Richard slammed a hand down onto the table, "That's enough bitch. Why can't you be more like Hailey...Holly...uh that girl over there?" He gestured to Hanna. Hanna was a little shocked by his language, but she was the only one. Hanna had made it an old rule so it was just accepted that senior partners could use those terms for women. At least she'd been called girl instead of bitch. Marcella was the only female senior partner and the rumor was they'd only let her buy in so they couldn't be accused of sexism. Marcella was a staunch feminist and never got along with Richard."

Marcella looked over at Hanna, her eyes narrowing, "Did you get surgery? Good God, I always knew you only got here with your looks, guess you thought you needed those to get any higher."

Hanna realized this was her chance. She could tell everyone here about her diagnosis. A room full of men that she could beg to help her with her symptoms. She opened her mouth, but Richard didn't wait for her.

"Enough catfighting, do that on your own time. I called you all here today because I got a call from Antony Bachinsky, and he's pissed..." Richard proceeded to spend the next 30 minutes on a tirade. Someone had fucked up. Bad. Thankfully it wasn't Hanna, or any of her associates, but Richard like to make things public, which is why he'd called all the partners together. Eventually though, he started to wind down, turning to the person in question and glaring at him, "Malcom. It was your associate who fucked up. What are you going to do about it?"

Suddenly, inspiration stuck Hanna. Normally in this situation Richard would demand the associate be fired, maybe even fine Malcom or take away some other privilege. But Hanna had the chance to save that poor young woman. Sure, it had been incredibly stupid to imply that Mr. Bachinsky's wife was his granddaughter, but given their 50 year age gap it was understandable. Hanna quickly summoned the rulebook and started writing as Richard and Malcom spoke about firing her.

Frontenac Capital

Old Rule: Female employees may not be terminated without offering them a suitable punishment to keep their job first. Any disciplinary measured agreed to by a quorum of partners is exempt from all laws and regulations and will be seen as an appropriate punishment.

Hanna put the pencil down and quickly raised her hand. She didn't wait to be called on, "Sir, shouldn't we discuss a possible punishment before talking termination?"

Richard and Malcom both turned to her and blinked. They were momentarily confused. Her old rule had meant that they'd always known they had to offer her a chance to keep her job, but reality wasn't entirely rewritten in an instant. After a second Richard nodded, "Yes, of course. Thank you for reminding us girl. Any suggestions?"

Marcella was the first to speak, "We deny her bonuses this year, pull her from the client facing team, and assign some mandatory training."

Richard stared at her, fury in his eyes.

Before he could say anything, Malcom offered another choice, "I had to spank Erin yesterday for wearing a long dress. She absolutely hated it. We could all spank her."

Richard slammed a hand into the table, "Do you really think that's appropriate?" If Marcella thought she was about to rebuke Malcom for going too far, she was sorely mistaken, "Do you have any fucking idea how much money Antony has invested with us?" Richard glared at Marcella, not Malcom, "Mandatory training? Bullshit. Antony isn't going to be satisfied with that crap," He whirred around to face Malcom, "And unless you want to beat her raw in front of Antony I fail to see how spanking her will have any effect. Come on people, you're supposed to be the best, so give me your best."

Marcella tried again, "A personal improvement plan. Give her a bunch of targets to hit, and personalized coaching to help her meet them. We make her give us her best work. She's not in my group, but I've heard good things, aside from this one mistake. Let her prove her worth by testing her."

Richard's eyes went wide, then narrowed as his gaze focused on Marcella. He was clearly about to explode when Hanna started to speak, "Marcella's on the right idea..." Marcella looked at Hanna, seemingly grateful to have another woman supporting her. Hanna suppressed a wicked grin, that's not what was happening here, "I think a personal improvement plan is the way to go. Incorporating Mr. Ross's idea, we could empower Mr. Ross, or indeed any man, to spank her for any deviations from expected behaviour. Rather than pull her from client facing meetings, we could instead restrict her wardrobe, to make sure she presents her best face to the clients. And as for Mr. Bachinsky's concerns, we send her to apologize in person. Offering her own, personal, services. We can structure the improvement plan to stress the importance of appeasing the clients and give the weight this error deserves, while giving her the chance to earn back our trust."

"You...you can't be serious!" Marcella said, "Personal service? You can't mean...it's immoral...unethical...illegal!"

Hanna didn't spare Marcella a glance, she kept looking at Richard, waiting for his response.

After a moment Richard sat down in his chair and nodded, "A very good suggestion girl. Malcom, she's your associate. What do you think?"

"It could work. You know Antony has a thing for blondes. If we send her there in a slutty outfit to appease him..." Malcom trailed off.

"Yes...Antony would be pleased. In fact...he might even give us more money. Write it up, now. But be specific, the last thing we need is a misunderstanding between that girl and Antony." Richard said.

"No way, you can't do that." Marcella said. Even though Hanna had made it an old rule, history hadn't been rewritten to give a history of sexual punishments. She just knew and accepted that whatever the voted on would be considered appropriate, but before the vote took place she was still free to object.

Richard rolled his eyes, "That's enough bitch...actually, since we're all here...I think you need a punishment for violating the dress code. It's embarrassing to have a senior partner crawling because she forgot her heels."

"Crawling is the punishment!" Marcella snapped, "And what about her!?" She pointed to Hanna.

Richard nodded, "Yes. We should hold all partners to a higher standard. In fact didn't I have to spank you yesterday? That doesn't look very good for you girl. Why don't you suggest your own punishment? For both you and the bitch."

Hanna gulped. She hadn't meant for this to happen, but she wasn't necessarily upset about it. She realize her rule was broader than she intended. As long as a quorum of partners agreed, any punishment would be seen as acceptable. Hanna herself wasn't required to even be part of that discussion or vote, but once it was done she too would believe it's acceptable. She glanced at Marcella. Whatever she suggested would be done to both of them. Hanna didn't particularly like Marcella, but she also had no desire to see the older women showing more skin so she dismissed a few of her ideas. Then she had one that would infuriate Marcella and satisfy Richard.

"Yes Sir, you're right we should be held to a higher standard. I suggest that we be temporarily demoted. To mere errand girls. Make us make photocopies, fetch coffee, whatever anyone needs of us. Make us serve the employees we're supposed to be in charge of."

"I am a senior partner!" Marcella said, "I would not get coffee for any of you, let alone those snot nosed associates!"

Richard ignored her, "Good idea. It's already after noon...let's say until the end of business tomorrow the two of you will demoted to the status of interns. You will speak respectfully to your superiors, which will be literally everyone, and your job will be to make sure others have what they need to get their jobs done. As you said, make photocopies. Fetch coffee. Heck, give them a back rub if it'll help them. And no slacking off, if you don't have a task, find something you can do for someone."

Hanna nodded, "Yes Sir. I would agree to that."

"I do n-" Marcella started.

Richard cut her off, "All in favour?"

Everyone except Marcella raised their hand.

"Motion passes. Now then, Malcom are you ready?" Richard asked.

Malcom nodded, "Yes. Ahem, Erin Jackson will be offered a Personal Improvement Plan. If she refuses she will be terminated. The plan will last for 6 months. During that time any employee who finds her violating the code of conduct may spank her as a corrective tool and senior partners may spank her without cause at any time. Erin must style her hair and makeup to appeal to the male gaze and all outfits must reveal ample cleavage. During client meetings Erin will offer her personal sexual services and Erin will not refuse to meet with any client."

"I'm not sure that's specific enough," Michael spoke up for the first time, "I think her outfit, hair, makeup etc, give her supervisor that power to correct her there. So let Malcom veto outfits or order her to dress a particular way. And as for her services, why let the clients have all the fun? Have her available for us too."

"Dear sir" Marcella said, her anger visible in her eyes if not her words, "I don't think this is an appropriate way to talk about that young woman."

"Who's talking right now?" Richard asked, "This is a partner's meeting, and right now you are not a partner. Make yourself useful, give me a backrub."

Marcella gasped, but the rule had made her punishment acceptable, even to her. As angry as she was, she got down on the floor and crawled over behind Richard, then stood and started to rub his shoulders.

Hanna smiled, realizing she felt compelled to be of service too. She slide her chair behind Simon, another partner who hadn't said much this meeting, then stood and started to rub his shoulders.

"Alright," Richard spoke again, "I agree with Michael's comments. With that, let's vote. Who is in favour of the PIP?"

Hanna didn't bother to raise her hand, after all she was temporarily demoted. It passed unanimously. Hanna wondered if Erin would accept. The old rule meant that Erin would believe the punishment was acceptable as an alternative to getting fired, but it didn't **** her to pick it. She could pick termination. Whoring herself out would be a big step outside her comfort zone.

With the business ended, Richard ended the meeting and people started to file out. Simon thanked her for the shoulder rub and Hanna sat back down. Luckily it turned out that Ned was waiting outside for the meeting to be done, and he came in with a beautiful pair of stilettoes.

"Thank you Sir," Hanna said, as she put them on. She happily stood and took a few practice steps. It worked, they were high enough. "Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked Ned, "Coffee? Tea? You'll see the news soon enough, I've been temporarily demoted to errand girl. Anything you need, just ask."

"Oh? Well...um..." Ned rubbed the back of his neck, "I actually skipped my lunch rushing out for you...maybe you could get me something?"

"Of course Sir," Hanna replied immediately, "Do you like the Bay Street Cafe?"

"Oh, the topless cafe? Um..." Ned blushed, "Actually, I'd really rather Korean."

Hanna raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was about to come onto her.

He blushed, "I'm just craving Bibimbap. There's a place a block away from here-"

Hanna knew where he meant. While she was disappointed she wasn't going to see her rule for Bay Street Cafe in action, but she could wait until tomorrow. "Yes Sir. I know the place. Then I'll be right back with your Bibimbap."

Hanna hurried as fast as she could in her 4 inch heels, feeling her unsupported chest bounce with every step. She'd intended to go buy a bra at lunch, but those plans were dashed now. She made it down to the street and then kept going to the restaurant. There was a short line, and it only took a few minutes before she was at the front and ordering. She got something for Ned, and for herself, and a bit extra for the office. As much as she'd be able to carry anyway.

"Alright that'll be $43.65." The cashier said.

"Yes Sir..." Hanna trailed off as she remembered. Ned still had her credit card. She had no money on her. She gulped, "One moment please..." There was only one thing to do. She summoned the rulebook and quickly opened it. She briefly considered making a rule to trade oral sex for food, except she felt like that was giving herself an easy way out of her other predicament. She didn't want to make things easier on herself. Not yet anyway. Instead she had a different idea to try.

Korea House Restaurant

New Rule: If a female customer is unable to pay, the cashier may demand anything on her person in lieu of payment.

She straightened back up, "I'm afraid I forgot my credit card. Is there anything else I can pay with? My earrings are real d-"

"Your panties." The young man didn't hesitate, "Give me your panties and we'll call it even."

Hanna blushed. That was right up her ally, she was just surprised the young man had going right for it. "I'll go to the bathroom then and-"

"No. We're busy. Just take them off here, or leave without your food." The man said.

Hanna nodded. She was prepared for this, but it was still embaraasing. That was the whole point. If she liked it, then it wouldn't be humilating. She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself.

"Hurry up! Some of us are hungry!" Someone yelled behind her.

Hanna squeaked, then decided to just go for it. Her skirt was really tight, so she couldn't easily reached underneath it to pull her panties down, so she ended up letting her skirt ride up as she tried to pull them down. SHe could feel the eyes of everyone in the restaurant on her and she squeezed her legs together hoping to deny them more of a show than she intended.

Eventually though, she got them all the way off. She held them out awkwardly and the young man snatched them from here, "Order number 422." He said, handing her a receipt.

Hanna went to stand and await her order, holding the receipt tightly. She could feel the air on her pussy, her skirt was so short that she thought she'd be showing everything the moment she took a step. That wasn't exactly true, but she'd have to be extremely careful when sitting down. She was glad that none of the other customers said anything to her as she waited, finally grabbing her order and hurrying back to bring Ned his lunch.

As she entered the office she saw Sharon's smug face. She must be thrilled. The junior partner who'd taunted her only the day before reduced to an errand girl, "Oh Hanna, when you're done delivering food, I'm thirsty. Come back and take my drink order."

Hanna tried to spit out a reply, but the rules made her speak respectfully, "Yes Sharon, I'll be right back."

She burned with shame as she hurried by, sweet, sweet shame.