Nearly without incident till lunch

Zarina did, in fact, have specific questions - and very on-point ones, you have to acknowledge. By the time she thanks you for the explanations and leaves you to go back to her desk you have almost forgotten about your state... And you are quite sure she was making notes rather than looking at your breasts once you started talking too. After the girl is gone, you turn your attention to your emails; this time four of them are from HR and each but the first one begins with an apology for multiple messages.

The first one congratulates you on what has now been decided as a successful policy launch. The previous email did not quite dare go that far. The second tells you to submit your gym session choice for this week today and two further ones for the next week when you are ready; you do so, knowing that anyone interested in seeing you exercise will know the time. The third informs you that your first non-skilled shift will be after lunch today. You suppose more time to adopt would have been nicer, but it is not too bad and will not disturb your work too massively. Finally, the fourth instructs you to inform HR in advance of any meetings you will have with visiting business partners from other firms in the office as they would need to arrange any policy adjustments.

As you have none at the moment (although you are waiting to hear back on a potential one you really need to secure), you can move on to other correspondence. You deal with it promptly and make a few notes. Then Peter rolls up to your desk. Once again you are engaged in conversation and once again you find your subordinate to be brimming with great ideas. Unlike Zarina he does not take his eyes off your breasts completely, but you seem to be getting used to it by now. You have to correct him a couple of times because you have more experience with the particular client's... peculiarities, let's say, but overall the two of you are largely in agreement and he takes those corrections happily. Just when you think he is about to leave, however, he changes topic.

"I'm really sorry to mention this, Jenna, but rules are rules. I do believe you used the f-word to describe the number of conditions they put forward", your most senior group member says. You clap your hand over your mouth, realising only a moment later that the gesture makes you look even less like a manager in control. You make your hand go back down (not that he will forget the childish expression) and your brain go over the conversation. Yes, you are pretty sure you sad it. "I'm sorry", you begin, but Peter cuts you off firmly... But not at all unkindly.

"Don't worry, I understand, I don't think it is a big deal myself but we must keep up the order", he says getting up. Much as you expect, he walks towards the storage and you get up too, knowing you will have to in a moment anyway. He produces a small bottle you do not remember seeing before and one of the paddles - one of the lighter ones, you see with relief. "I would rather do this than take you to the bathroom to wash your mouth out with soap, you should not spend too long from your workplace", he says, unscrewing the cap. You see the words "instant punishment mouthwash" printed on the label as he fills the cap from the bottle and passes it to you. "I think you are supposed to swallow it", he says, giving the label a quick look.

In the full view of your entire team you take the cap and tip its contents into your mouth. Although you have told yourself you will keep a straight face, you feel your expression dissolve into a pained grimace; your best guess is that the bottle contained lemon juice of some enormous concentration. Before you can recover from the shock to your taste buds, though, Peter takes you firmly by your bare shoulder and presses you down to bend you over your own desk. The paddle cracks against your suddenly stuck-out cheeks, bouncing twice off each half. The spanking is over almost before it begins to draw a scream out of you. Peter's hand leaves your shoulder and you straighten yourself, fighting back the tears from the shame and the combined pain on your tongue and cheeks.

You thank Peter as he returns to his own work and sit back down, noting how this seems to be a more uncomfortable task every time. At least the conversation with Peter has given you an immediate distraction to focus on instead of your ordeal so you busy yourself with planning. Until lunch the only further distraction is an email from the partners you were hoping to meet; their representatives will indeed be coming and you drop HR a note accordingly, wondering how the new policy will affect the meeting. Negotiating will be interesting in your current state.

You suppose you will have to worry about that when the time comes.