Monday morning = back to work

You wake up feeling almost as if nothing at all has not gone according to plan in the last days. There are still a few sore places on you, but you are awake and refreshed. Much more so than Diana, in fact, whom you have to all but roll from under the blanket. Roll her out you do, however, and you both go about your morning routines not quite frantically but under some time pressure.

You have already opened your closet when Diana reminds you you are finishing the nudity period punishment postponed to today from Friday when the office was closed. You curse the **** of habit under your breath and thank your girlfriend for reminding you and saving you from more trouble. Hurriedly you stuff everything back inside and complete your expression of gratitude with a kiss and it takes substantial willpower from both of you to stop there and save the rest for after work. You suppose new relationships can be expected to be more sex-filled and the urge will not be quite as sharp later... but you hope you are wrong.

As the two of you you make your way downstairs and then outside with your wardrobes limited to shoes and handbags you muse that while you are far from getting used to the feeling of being naked in public (if indeed it is possible at all to get used to such a state) you no longer have a feeling that companioned your previous self-summoned misadventures, namely that of your heart being about to jump out of your chest. It certainly helps to have someone in the same state by your side; the soreness and the corresponding marks on your body are strangely enough a soothing factor too - at the very least they are proof that the last few days were not a weird dream.

The marks also attract a fair number of looks, although unsurprisingly Diana is getting more attention than you. For the first time since that lunch in the coffee shop you find yourself outside in a rush hour and most people are too busy for anything other than minding their own way but the sheer numbers mean more attention, real or perceived. They also mean a rather crowded bus ride (it is too late to walk all the way) most of which you spend pressed face to face against Diana and feeling incredibly awkward yet excited every time someone inadvertently makes contact with your bare back or legs. Diana’s close presence is not without its downsides either; there is nobody else you would want to be pressed against like that but you have to hope your thighs are not glistening too obviously after spending a few bumpy minutes with your eyes practically inches away from her breasts.

You do not see anyone else lacking clothes until you are off the bus in the business district. You suppose it makes sense that a lot of punishments will be ending on Monday morning but nonetheless the number of women showing their bottoms in varying shades of red while whatever remains of their attire is impeccably smart is quite delightful, at least for someone like yourself. You would struggle to make a good estimate but it seems that in front of some offices one woman in ten has not ended her week well... And that’s not counting those who were spanked but allowed to dress immediately.

You scan your cards and make your way straight to HR; to your surprise, no further humiliation awaits you. You exchange greetings with the familiar faces you meet on the way but the conversations do not go beyond that. En route you catch the sight of Bella from behind and with certain satisfaction note how she is giving her bottom an involuntary rub. Before long you are back in the HR kingdom and the top announcement advises where to collect your belongings. You also see that a group of names has appeared after your entry of the monthly release list; they are from the maintenance department, with their bottoms answering for last Friday’s events. Back in your world most in those positions would be male, so you have another reason to tell yourself you have made the society better.

You and Diana sign the forms confirming what you are getting back and the DisciplineDeliver charges (yours involved a transfer as well as cleaning so it is slightly higher). You do not see Mr Brown; in fact, a male secretary checking forms aside, the few people present are all young women here to collect their clothing. The forms go into the pile indicated and a few minutes later you are dressed into the freshly laundered smart attire you wore last Thursday. By the time you are back in your office, only the difficulty in sitting down reminds you something has changed. At lunch when Diana asks you where do you want to go, you obviously suggest a certain cafe. You find no weird books this time, but it is Mia’s shift again and you make sure to recycle everything correctly and leave her a good tip. Your first spanker deserves that much, surely. Before long you are back at your desk (with no punctuality concerns) and working away on what may be shaping to be your biggest project so far. Things may yet change... but for now this is your world.

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Thank you for still being with me here. This is not the end; in fact, I do not even have an end in sight. This is, however, where the continuous narrative will break off to be resumed at a later point in Jenna’s story. Unless my plans change suddenly (as they sometimes do), all branches of the spanking story line will lead here too with a new set of choices starting from the next chapter. As always, comments are welcome and contributions to the story even more so! My... I mean, Jenna’s! ... bottom is there to be put into the worst (or best) trouble you can imagine.

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