Not in this world

The biggest danger is normally past the point where one would expect it. Suspects in detective stories give themselves away with a careless remark after the interview with the detective itself is over. Most mountaineering accidents occur on the way down (or so you have read), when the apparent target is reached, the joy has peaked and overworked senses start to dull. Perhaps comparing being fingered by Diana to conquering Everest is the sign of the very hubris you are trying to get spanked out of yourself by changing the rules, but there are certainly similarities as to how your downfall comes about.

You have just agreed on the time for your date (you wanted to give yourself plenty of room for garbage-sorting duties) and start putting yourself together when you realise the footsteps you heard approaching but not really reacted to are right by the door. Judging by Diana's look, as panicky as yours, her perception was similarly unhelpful. The footsteps are heavier than you would expect from a lady hurrying to use the bathroom and the door is thrown open to reveal Mr Brown himself, apparently back from whatever summons that distracted him from attending to you earlier.

For the first time a person you encounter whom you have known before your changes is actually different. The Simon from before tried to put an an assertive facade, sometimes turning borderline aggressive, but his real insecurities and fears were not hard to see. The man in front of you now has a real aura of assertiveness and calm confidence - and you do not think that just because you have to face him from the floor, naked and with a bottom bright enough to serve as a stop sign.

"Ms Cho, Ms May." His greeting is cool with the slightest hint of amusement, whereas the old Simon would have probably had a stroke at the sight of a naked woman in the office, never mind one in your state. He turns slightly towards you. "I did not expect to see you quite so early after not making our appointment earlier and not on a routine inspection. I very much hope you did use not your position to ask Ms May to perform whatever acts of comfort you clearly just enjoyed?" Your cheeks and ears start to heat up again at the glancing careless reference to your dripping nether regions and your post-orgasmic face. You open your mouth to rebuke any possibility of ****... And shut it again. Denying Mr Brown's accusation would mean blaming Diana for actively approaching you... And she is not the one at fault for this whole mess. Nor does she have a magic device to protect herself. Diana, however, is not asking for your help. "No, I went to comfort Jen myself." she replies, with a hint of tremble in her voice. "I just wanted to give her bottom a rub, but... but..." Her voice starts to falter, sending a pang of guilt and fear through you as well.

"I believe I can tell what happened next." The man who even seems taller now considers his options for a moment. "Please remove your clothing, Ms May. You will now both receive a preliminary punishment to discourage you from repeating such behaviour in the next few hours and then come to see me for a full appointment after the end of the working day." With a sigh Diana starts to strip. The dress code is a lot more casual for employees not expected to meet clients directly so the tall brunette whom you can now hopefully call your date is wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Unlike you she can hardly afford to forego a bra, which comes into your view as she pulls the t-shirt over her head. You hush yourself. If your bottoms survive this, you will have plenty of time to look at her (not overly large but simply perfect) breasts later.

"Mr Brown, I'm afraid I already have a disciplinary appointment after work." you inform your soon-to-be-spanker and tell him about the cafe. "Not a problem." replies Simon, who previously would have taken any conflicting appointment as a personal insult. "I will give them a call to move your chore under my responsibility. I will also ask them to DisciplineDeliver your clothes to us, this will be put as your personal expense on the accounts, obviously." It makes sense, you guess, that there is a service now for discipline-related items transfer. You thank Mr Brown and look from the corner of your eye at Diana reaching to unclasp her bra. Her jeans are already folded on the little stool she so recently occupied herself.

The door opens again just as Diana's boobs give a celebratory jiggle upon being freed. You do not recognise the young woman who enters (though you do spare her massive cleavage and the very short skirt a second look), meaning she could be a client, a visitor or simply someone very new. Before she can ask the obvious question, Mr Brown assures her the toilets are in use and she should not worry about miscreants being discipline; she should, however, leave the stall door open for HR monitoring purposes. To your surprise she does not object (despite an obvious discomfort) and steps around you and into the stall where she starts to fumble at her clothing. Following their exchange you missed Diana completing her disrobing and only now turn to see her unobscured shape as she moves to stand next to you in preparation for the chastisement.

Simon looks you both up and down with more professional interest than lust. "Please stand facing another another, ladies." he finally instructs and indicates the places where he wants to the two of you. "Now please kneel, with your knees as far apart as possible, bend forward, making sure your breasts touch the floor. You do not have to hold your upper body up, only your hips." You obey and see Diana do the same; as you both slide down, your faces end up inches apart. You would kiss her if it was not guaranteed to bring more doom upon you both. The position you took for her minutes ago from sexy turns to deeply degrading. The lady in the open stall has finally managed to get her clothes out of the way and sit down but she hardly concerns you now. Instead you look into Diana's eyes. Her hair is as dark as you have ever seen on a white girl and now it is pooled on the floor together with yours. She shudders with you as with a slow slithering sound Simon who has now discarded his suit jacket pulls his belt out of his trousers.

Instead of folding the belt as you expected he loops the buckle end around his hand a few times, leaving the nasty-looking look piece of leather to hang. Equipped so, he steps towards Diana’s side and then brings one of his legs over her, facing away from her and down to her bottom and not-quite-private-anymore parts. "Remember, this is a just a short-term measure." he says and brings the belt down. Diana yells but from her sideways jerk you deduce the belt caught mostly on her right inner thigh and her pussy took a small share of the impact. Unfortunately Simon adjusts and the next scream is much louder, the cracking sound much more wholesome. The belt cracks for the third time and Dianna nearly cracks heads with you; only the pressure from Simon's legs onto her sides prevented a larger movement. You can sense rather than see her swaying her hips in agony; the beautiful face is contorted by pain and her eyes are swimming in a puddle of tears. These start to spill from the fifth lash and impossibly each scream is louder than the last. The sixth is final: true to his word, Mr Brown is saving the real punishment for later. He carefully steps over Diana and then you, leaving your friend shaking and sobbing. Unlike you Diana always went for exquisite make-up but you do not expect much of it to survive to the end of the ordeal.

You feel slight pressure into your sides as Mr Brown takes his position over you. You wish you could dig your knees into the floor to keep yourself from closing up. Mr Brown repeats his warning and you reply with a quiet "Yes, Sir.", trying to prepare yourself for the onslaught of the belt. Nothing can prepare you, however, for the pain that explodes on your pussy. You shriek, hardly hearing yourself and your short nails dig into Diana's arms; you do not even remember when you started to hold one another. Your idea of how bad a spanking can be has been updated for the third time today. There is no way you can take this, you think, but there is also no way you can escape, so you try to lock yourself in position and (with the assistance of Mr Brown's legs) manage to maintain it for another lash. When you start to slide down after the third scream and the third stroke, the discipline professional merely releases one loop on the belt and lets it curve under you on the next hit, almost reaching your tummy. This jerks you back up and draws a wail that makes the recovering Diana wince and grimace. The fifth stroke misses somewhat but you still yell your lungs out as the edge of the belt catches onto the welts from the strap and the ruler. You are hurting so badly you are not sure if the sixth stoke actually adds to the pain; the agony is simply continuous.

You and your friend are little more than two sobbing wrecks and Mr Brown must feel his preliminary task is very much accomplished as he steps to the side taking care not to tread on either of you or your hair and starts to put his belt back on. You certainly will not be looking to sneak out for more fun in the toilets any time soon. "It must be nice to have a dedicated disciplinarian." says an unfamiliar voice. You would have been startled if your kitty was not in so much pain, you completely forgot there was a stranger in the room. "We only get disciplined by each other when it's too obvious or by our boss, but he's too young to know one end of the cane from the other." the stranger continues. You turn your head to look up at her and realise from your (rather unusual) perspective that not only her skirt is short but also there is nothing underneath. Should this not get her into trouble a lot? You really need to learn more about this place you have created, you decide, trying to move your wits through the pain."You do not work here?" Mr Brown confirms politely. Apparently he just made a person not subject to his company's policy use the toilet in front of him and she was fine with it; not just fine, she is looking up to him attentively. "No, I was just delivering a sample, Sir, figured it would be easier than to post it, given the distances."

"Efficiency is important." Mr Brown agrees. Never having been able to talk to women, now he continues coolly: "If you feel you need to know more about how proper discipline works, these two young miscreants have a full appointment at quarter past five; I can arrange for you witness it from the inside, not just in the audience?" Audience?? What?? It won't be private? You feel even the pain starts to subdue somewhat from the new shock. The stranger gracefully accepts and Mr Brown takes her details for a new one-time pass; normally you would hate being so sidelined from a conversation that so directly concerns you but right now you could not be happier with this state of affairs. "Let's get back to work, ladies." Mr Brown instructs you picking up Diana's clothes and leading his new fan out of the restroom.

Diana and you crawl to one another still on your knees and collapse into one another's arms but there is no sexual tension in your embrace now, however much of your skin touches; you just need the warmth and comfort. Slowly and painfully you untangle yourselves, **** to let go. "Let's get back to work before another inspection hits." you finally say and then add: "We are still on tonight, right?" Diana manages a weak smile. "Yes. Although after the full HR treatment I won't be good for anything but sleeping." "Good enough for me." You both splash your faces, not daring to take more time, pick up your bags and bow-legged head back to your workplaces trying very hard not to let the sore skin rub but still wincing with every step.