Back to work

To your surprise, the audience dissipates very rapidly as everyone heads back to their places, the four newcomers apart. They need to talk to you before they can do anything, quite understandably. You gingerly get off the bench, trying not to make it more of a show than you absolutely have to. You are perfectly aware how little difference this will make for your modesty, but you feel obliged to make an effort nonetheless. An even greater effort is required not to rub your sore cheeks first thing after you are up. It is not forbidden, of course (yet, at least), but the probable resulting bouncing seems somehow more humiliating than the spanking itself.

You sit down even more gingerly than you move, making a mental note to invest into a cushion. The two transfers are the first to be summoned, as they will need far less time to be dealt with. Their work with you will largely the same as what they have been doing previously, so you let them go (making sure your tone stays very polite and far from a dismissal) after a few minutes, fairly confident they will not need further introduction. Then you call over Zarine and James... both of whom clearly cannot help but stare almost non-stop at your breasts, albeit for quite different reasons, you imagine. You try to disregard that, but with each sentence your tongue feels increasingly tied. You cannot blame them, of course, but it was very difficult to act as you are supposed to in your state. Finally you cannot help it but put one arm across your unimpressive breasts and **** yourself to continue as calmly as you possibly can.

Zarine is assigned essentially as Diana's assistant, as her studies are also on the data analysis route. James will be taking over the entire team's admin work so he needs more of an introduction. You wonder how much the previous admin would have regretted his decision to leave some weeks ago had he known what changes you... No, the firm would be making. Finally he is dismissed too... And despite still being naked in a room full of people you sigh with the relief of relative privacy. At least nobody is staring at you from a yard away.

Still, getting to work proves harder than usual. You cannot help but keep looking around, afraid to catch more glances but knowing that now you may be watched for your behaviour (including actually working rather than wasting company time) as well as your nudity. You open emails first... And find just a single one related to the new policy. The affected female employees are reminded that prior to disrobing they are expected to maintain appropriate office wear; apparently a few turned up in very casual attires, presumably thinking it does not matter since they will not be wearing it for long. They were not given extra punishment this time as technically the dress code was not previously specified... But it is now and the warning is very clear. Well, your bottom is in no danger there.

You move on to deal with other emails, most of which need only more-or-less automatic responses. One take a few minutes of thinking how best to structure the offer, but you send that away too, probably coming the closest to forgetting about your nudity in the process. Then you begin to go through the reports awaiting your feedback. Likewise, most of them do not require too much mental effort, so the embarrassment is making itself felt again. So is your bladder, after the morning coffee and some sips from the water bottle you had on your desk. It is not a major concern, of course... That is, until you remember with a start another change you have made.