Her nephew

The young man with light brown hair jerks back in surprise that there's someone on the other side of the door. You put him at about twenty, dressed smartly casual in an open-necked checked shirt, beige needlecord trousers and red canvas trainers. You don't see an immediate family resemblance.

"Oh, hi, auntie—"

He stops abruptly as surprise gives way to shock at the sight of you, staring open mouthed at the naked Asian girl standing in the hall staring back at him like a rabbit in the headlights, not even covering her naughty bits. Before either of you has a chance to unfreeze, your superior takes charge.

"Olly, this is Jenna from work. Jenna—Olly, my nephew."

"Pleased to meet you," the youth says with a blush, extending his hand. You shake it quickly with what you're sure must be a much more pronounced one. You always did blush easily and right now you can even feel your boobs turning pink. After so many people at work have seen you in the altogether (and in much more exposing positions, too), you're surprised how much meeting somebody outside still embarrasses you. Given your proclivities, it's not necessarily an unwelcome surprise.

"Your mother told you about our new office policy, didn't she?"

"Y-yes, auntie Rita, but I didn't know…" He still can't look away.

Ignoring the unspoken question, auntie Rita gestures for him to come through the door he's currently blocking, which he does, continuing towards the front door whilst looking over his shoulder at you the whole way. She then leads you through the same doorway and along to another, from which the smell of pizzas is emanating. She knocks twice and immediately opens it, poking her head inside.

"Don't worry, I'm not coming in. Mmm, hi, honey," she pauses to kiss somebody in the room you can't see from where you are, but hope is her husband, judging by the passion and duration of the snog. "I just wanted to warn you," she continues, afterwards, "I've brought an extra guest for dinner. We can feed one more, right?"

"Of course, darling. You know I always make far too much when we have company." He nudges the door further open, revealing a ruggedly handsome, mature man, lightly tanned and broad shouldered. He looks you over, albeit less obviously than Olly did.

"This is Jenna," his wife explains.

"Hello, Jenna," he nods to you, holding up a floury right hand to explain why he doesn't shake. "Ricardo. Always nice to meet one of my wife's work friends."

"Hi," you manage to reply, giving him a little wave. "Um, nice to meet you, too."

Just then, Olly returns, a large smartphone in his hand that he obviously didn't have on him before.

"We'll leave you to it," his aunt tells her husband.

"Okay, won't be long," he replies, closing the door with a foot.

"He likes his privacy when he's cooking. The dining room's through here." Rita leads the way, opening yet another door into a well-appointed room containing a formal table with eight chairs, but set for six, three of which are occupied. On the right is a redhead in her forties, whom you guess to be Rita's sister, although they don't particularly look alike. She's more busty, with curly hair, wearing an ivory cashmere sweater and nursing a glass of red wine. Her husband is balding, wearing dark-rimmed glasses and a blue suit, but no tie. It looks like he's come straight from work. The third person is a young blonde waif, rather pretty in an ethereally insipid way, her revealing white dress drawing attention to the braless breasts which are her most prominent feature, emphasized by the slenderness of her frame. Somebody really ought to tell her white's not her colour though.

All three obviously stare while introductions are made. Olly hurries round the table and gives the blonde, Claudia (pronounced like a weather formation), a peck on the cheek before sitting next to her. You think they're holding hands under the table. His mum, Dora, gets up to fetch a spare plate and wineglass from the black lacquered dresser, a slightly sneering smile on her face as she greets you. The dad, Malcolm, tells you to call him Malc and casts an appreciative eye over your assets. The girl, though, is tongue-tied and barely manages to respond at all, unable to drag her eyes off your nakedness. She looks almost scared of you, as if the crazy naked woman might decide to launch herself across the table to strip her, too.

Rita pours herself a glass and offers one to you, which you gratefully accept. It might not be your beverage of choice, but anything alcoholic ought to make the evening a little less daunting, although you vow not to get drunk in front of your boss's family. She sits opposite her sister and you take the newly set place opposite Malcolm, meaning Ricardo will be sitting to your left. Thankfully, the dark wooden table blocks the view of your crotch, the only privacy you've had in what seems like forever, but that only makes your top half feel even more exposed.

Conversation obviously turns to the office policy and Rita outlines how you met, describing rather frankly the events in the mailroom, including the paddling and the wet spot you left after it. If you didn't think you could get any more mortified, you were wrong. Dora looks highly amused by the anecdote, whilst her husband is clearly excited and their son is too, but is trying to hide it, embarrassed. Claudia, however, appears horrified and you wonder whether she's regretting getting involved with this bizarre family.

"So, tell me Jenna," Dora drawls, leaning forwards in her chair to look into your eyes, "how've you been finding the new regime at the office?"

"It's been, um, very humbling," you reply quietly, before clearing your throat and continuing more confidently. "It's definitely improved relations with my team and overall, I've found it a positive, if painful, experience."

"Deeply humiliating, too," your boss adds, thoughtfully and you hastily agree.

"I'll say," confirms Malcolm. "Am I right in saying you have to use restrooms with glass walls so everyone can see in?"

There are two people who could answer that adequately, but all eyes turn to you (apart from Claudia's, which point down in her lap), so you find yourself regaling an avid audience with your recollections, which somehow end up including the paddling and enema you took yesterday, although you thankfully have the presence of mind to skip over the make-out session beforehand.

"Wow, you're so brave," is Olly's response to your tale, which is not the reaction you expected. His girlfriend looks at him sharply when he says it and you can almost see the cogs whirring in her brain as she assimilates this new information about her beau.

Further discussion is thankfully curtailed by the arrival of Ricardo with your meal. Apparently his dislike of company in the kitchen extends to serving up, because he effortlessly carries a stack of pizzas on one arm and a giant trough of salad in the other, your cutlery clutched in his hand. His wife helps transfer the items to the table and slices the first of the piping hot pizzas dripping with cheese.

The gourmand meal is a far cry from any frozen pizza you've ever experienced, or even anything from a high street pizzeria. When you express this sentiment, your host is happy to expound on his love for the food, picked up on holiday to Italy. His wife proudly interjects that he makes the dough from scratch and the conversation saves you from further prying into your naked adventures.

He was right about cooking far too much. Each pizza has a different topping and, like most of the guests, you can't resist trying every one, but there's still one and a half rounds left by the time you're all pleasantly replete. Claudia is obviously watching her weight, though you think she could actually stand to gain a few pounds.

When the conversation on favourite holidays dries up, Rita starts to stack the dishes.

"Would you like to help me in the kitchen, Jenna?"

"Oh, yes, thank-you, Rita," you reply. It might be odd to ask a guest to help clear the table and even odder for the guest to thank the hostess for the opportunity, but in the current circumstances it seems to make sense. Claudia suddenly jerks in her seat and yelps, causing all eyes to turn to her.

"Please, let me help, too, Rita," she says, blushing and reaching for Olly's plate. You think he might have kicked her under the table to remind her to offer.

"No need, dear, you're our guest."

The young girl falters, but her boyfriend nudges her and she continues.

"Oh, no, I insist."

Her prospective future in-laws seem pleased by her attitude and you soon have the crockery and cutlery loaded up and divided between you. When you turn to leave, collective gasps remind you that apart from Olly, none of the diners has seen your bruised backside yet. You feel your blush returning, but refuse to react and just keep walking.

The expansive, country-style kitchen is no longer Ricardo's domain now that there's washing up to be done. You're sure there must be a dishwasher behind one of the cupboard doors, but apparently you're going to be doing the job by hand. You wash, Claudia dries and Rita puts the clean items away, all in companionable silence. The blonde seems more relaxed now than at any time during the meal, standing next to you and only occasionally stealing glances at your battered bum.

Suddenly, your hostess drops one of the bowls Ricardo used to mix ingredients, that you've already washed and Claudia dried, back into the sink.

"You missed a bit, Jenna," she states, firmly, although you're not sure necessarily truthfully.

She takes a wooden spoon from a jug and gives you two firm smacks on the back of your right thigh. It's by no means the hardest spanking you've had today, but you give a little yelp, more from surprise than anything. Claudia, though, jumps in shock and the plate in her hands slips out of them almost in slow motion. You try to grab it, but too late, as it glances off the worktop and hits the tiled floor, bouncing once before cracking in two.

The blonde stands petrified with fear, staring at her host wielding a wooden spoon.