Not whom you expected

“Hi, Dave” you turn with your chair, keeping your legs carefully closed and face your graduate intern. Dave was a real asset to your team, no doubt, but he also was the type of guy who loved walking the very fine line of being very irritating but not quite so mischievous as to get into real trouble with you or your superiors. The last person you would want to see right now, in other words. He stands almost two feet over you too.

“Ms Cho, you should have had an email from Mr Brown” Dave names the HR member you would bet on being involved in disciplinary proceedings in this new world. Dave’s tone is awkward and apologetic, but there is a sparkle in your eyes that tells you not to trust it. You turn back to your screen trying to make sure only the chair rotates and your bottom stays fixed on it. There is no new mail after the ill-fated lunch break so you hit “refresh” and there it is, obviously marked “urgent”.

“Dear Ms Cho,

As you are aware, the HR department is to take disciplinary action towards you due to your lack of punctuality in resuming your work activity after your free hour on the day of this email.

Unfortunately after being assigned your correction, I have received urgent summons and therefore to avoid delay chose to delegate the said correction to Mr David Reed (please see Company Code section D.3.2 for details on staff eligibility).

I regret not being able to attend in person but I am certain you will offer Mr Reed full cooperation; I look forward to discussing the proceedings with you before the end of the working day.

Yours faithfully,

Simon Brown, HR, Disciplinary Specialist”

Burning with fury and humiliation you finish reading. Now the glimmer in Dave’s eyes makes sense. Simon, that bastard!! The knowledge of the Rulebook (which you notice only starts to flow after a particular event instead of forewarning you) suggests that while Dave is indeed technically eligible to be delegated spanking duties, it is uncommon to ask an intern to spank a manager, unless the intern was the one harmed in the first place.

“Would you like to begin, Ms Cho?” Dave obviously realised you finished reading. Once you reply affirmatively, he instructs you to stand up facing him and apologise for your lateness wearing the I-am-only-doing-as-told-and-taking-no-pleasure-in-this expression you again cannot find sincere. After you say you are sorry you are late he offers no reaction and awkward ten seconds later you start talking again, explaining how lateness is unacceptable, how someone in your position should be a better example to her coworkers, and how you will benefit from the discipline you are about to receive. A furious blush spreads on your cheeks. You have to give Dave credit for keeping his eyes on your face as you talk even though your crotch is facing the young man directly.

“Thank you, Ms Cho” Dave finally lets you stop your apology. “Please rotate your chair away from the desk and stand to its right”. For the first time Dave lets you see his right hand which he kept behind his back until now and a heavy wooden ruler in it. After you stand aside, he calmly lowers himself into your chair and adjusts its height. He has to bend down to do so and for a moment you can feel his breath on your thigh, his face being inches away from your bare skin. Then he straightens himself again and motions for you to go over, like a naughty child you have always wanted to play.

You climb over his lap, losing balance for a moment; your palms are planted into the office floor but your feet cannot reach it on the other side and your colourful and still sore bottom is pointing right towards your currently least favourite intern. You feel Dave’s left palm press into your back and the thin wood press into your bottom as he is lining up the first strike.

The ruler lands across your cheeks, lighter than the strap you have met earlier, but enough to make the already sore you moan from the very first blow. The second and the third are not far behind. Dave seems less confident with the implement than Mia but his skill is enough to raise more lines you can very vividly feel. Your promise to self not to give the young man the satisfaction of breaking you down is hard to keep; the ruler strokes hurt more than you expected and when the edge meets a welt raised earlier, it is pure agony. Your moans merge into one continuous sound that is increasingly close to screaming and you feel you will not hold tears in this time. You nose starts to block and even through the intense pain you worry that your face will be as embarrassing to show as your other set of cheeks.

Luckily, this is meant to be a relatively light punishment and Dave presumably does not want to get into trouble for overdoing it either. He pauses to ask you whether you believe you have learnt your lesson, which you confirm through your sobs. With this you are allowed to get up which you do, climbing off his lap awkwardly. Dave, ever the gentleman gives you a few moments to compose yourself, pat your eyes with a tissue and have a sip from your water bottle. "I trust this was quite unpleasant, Ms Cho?" he asks. Unfortunately you have recovered enough of your spirit at that point to make an angry retort; later you will wonder if this was Dave's plan all along, to deliver a light first spanking that will not break you but anger you into doing something stupid.

"What do you think?!" you almost hiss back and bite your tongue a moment too late. The damned kid caught you out and now he pounces. "That's no way to talk to a disciplinarian, even a temporary one, Ms Cho". Again you see a dissonance, his tone is that of an offended well-doer, but his eyes betray other feelings. "I will have to resume your punishment now - unless you believe this is best discussed with Mr Brown?"

You make yourself get it together before things escalate further. "I am sorry, Mr Reed." You hope to placate him with your choice of address. "It was a difficult day. I was wrong and I am grateful for further correction." The reply is equally gracious. "I quite understand, Ms Cho, you are subject to discipline so rarely you must be in an almost unfamiliar territory. In fact, I will only use my hand for further chastisement. I will, however, have to ask you to remove the rest of your clothes. Now."

The sense of deja-vu is disquieting as for the second time in the space of an hour a near-teenager tells you to strip for punishment. This time it is your last clothes that will have to go. Imagining writing a rule that will make it compulsory for all male interns to perform a nude dance in the office three times every day, you take off your jumper and then your blouse. For a terrifying moment you worry that your lack of a bra might make things even worse for you, but back in normal life it would not have been "unacceptable", exactly, and definitely not harmful. It turns out your reasoning was correct as Dave gather your clothes and moves them to his desk with no further comment, leaving you naked and shivering. And not just form the air conditioning.

He returns with a cushion from his chair and asks you to clear your desk; it is already quite neat so all you need to do is to move the few piles of papers to one side. Dave then instructs you to climb onto it face up and after you do, trying not to think how you look to your coworkers, he tells you to lift your legs, bend them and hold them open. He then physically slides you by your shoulders down to the point where your lifted and spread bottom is just over the edge and slides the folded cushion to support your head. "Keep your eyes open and forward, Ms Cho" he instructs and you do, looking down your displayed body. Your unimpressive breasts all but disappear in this position and your holes are visible not to Dave alone. You can almost physically feel the shame pulse through you. As Dave doubtlessly intended, you see faces of your coworkers; most males alternate between looking at their screens and you; most females make themselves busy working. Not all, though. Bella (known as Bellatrix to your friends), the manager of a rival sales group has an obvious smile on her face. She must have just come in at the worst possible moment, as you did not see her before. Diana from your own group is smiling too but in the place of Bella's smirk her face is best described as dreamy. Her voyeurism should make you angry, but instead you just hope it will not get her into trouble. Diana never made a secret of her preference for female companionship and not for the first time you wonder if there is a chance for something there.

Your thoughts are rudely pushed from the amorous path as Dave makes you apologise again. You indeed feel sorry (mostly for being so stupid) so it comes more easily than you would have expected it to. Dave reminds you to keep your eyes forward and sets his right hand to work. He varies the speed and direction of the spanks. Some are almost glancing, always outward, making your cheeks shake and giving an even better view for anyone who cares to see. Some are slow, heavy, and almost (but not quite) end in a grope. Then there are some flurries of quick smacks onto the exact same spot; these are the ones that make you tear up again and then scream as the burning becomes unbearable. You know you should take a hand spanking better, but you are so awfully sore already!

Dave uses his free hand to squeeze and pull aside your cheek, aiming another flurry as a sensitive inner area; then he switch hands and sides. If anything these are a bit easier to take, as the strap and the ruler did not reach those parts. The extra exposure starts to mean less and less; everyone has already seen everything you have to offer anyway. Dave changes the tactics again and a few times the tips of his fingers land on your exposed kitty (as you call it in your mind), sending jolts of pain and something else through you.

Finally he starts to slow down. You are not quite a crying mess at that point, but you are not far. A few heavy smacks at the worst-beaten spots later, Dave stops and tells you to get up. You do, preferring an undignified slide further down the table and landing on your feet to having your bottom support your weight on the polished wood even for an instant. "I will leave your clothes with Mr Brown, Ms Cho... Oh, and I will have my report ready by the end of today so I'll still have tomorrow to make any changes if you want me to." Just like that, he goes back to being an intern. You stiffly thank him and return him the cushion, making a note to invest into one yourself, if you are persevering with this madness.

Everyone carries on working as Dave returns to his desk, but you have a feeling the atmosphere is suddenly more relaxed. Diana is sending a quick text in the open, from which you conclude this must be quite acceptable. Bella picks up the folder she came for and leaves. You consider getting straight back to work to avoid any further adventures, but the feeling of own tears on your face and the mild pressure in your bladder both tell you to first visit the restroom to relieve yourself and at the very least give your face a wash. Surely this cannot be an offence, right? And in any case, you are well on top of your work, although mostly due to your efforts before the lunch break, not after. With only your shoes and your bag you make your way down the office hallway after giving your team a weak wave.

The toilets look very similar to the way they did this morning when you last visited. The only change you notice is that the sign warning you of male or female cleaning staff who may be working there now also mentions male and female HR staff who may be ensuring that all rules are being followed. Now, however, the space is empty so you give your poor bottom a gentle rub, wash your face with cold water and go into a stall. Luckily these still can be locked. You lower yourself onto the seat, groaning as the hard cold plastic bites your burning skin.