Bathroom trip and a friendly encounter

There is no point in delaying the bathroom trip, no matter how humiliating it will be. It turns out that when you are naked even simply leaving the office for the bathroom will draw all the eyes towards you. You try to walk as if all is perfectly in order but the illusion can hardly hold with everyone else being suddenly perfectly still. You have little doubt that the room erupts in conversation about you once the door closes, but you have a much more important concern: your hands dash to your cheeks and clutch them. After making sure the coast is clear you spend blissful thirty seconds rubbing them carefully but firmly. Finally you let go with a happy sigh. Obviously you have not rubbed the pain away, you can still very much feel the heat, but it is suddenly a lot more tolerable.

You head to the very privacy-lacking bathroom you are now supposed to use, really hoping to be able to do so while the coast is still clear. Someone will see you at it at some point, but again, things like that better come one humiliatingly burning step at a time. You see the door to the new space... And the space itself at the same time, really, because the door and the remaining wall are both made of completely transparent safety glass. Inside there is a toilet, a sink and another of the punishment implements cupboards. To make things even better, in addition to the usual mirror above the sink there is a full wall mirror facing the toilet... Just in case someone wanted a slightly different angle of the professional and strong woman on it. Your hopes of nobody being around are frustrated almost immediately too; you hear light steps approaching when you reach the rather modified bathroom before you see the person emerge. Something about the way the steps sound is slightly off though, but you see the reason before you can figure it out logically. A very naked Bella emerges, her hands shamelessly clutching her own behind. It looks like you had the same idea at the same time.

Bella lets out a gasp of shame and surprise, but seems to relax immediately once she actually sees you (her eyes were mostly shut in relief) rather than simply senses someone else is there. As a naked woman you can completely understand that if you have to be seen by someone else, another naked woman is really the least humiliating option. You ask how Bella is doing and she is eager to share her plight, despite usually being far more reserved (with you, at least). She tells you how humiliating it was to strip and (in a disdained voice) how much her subordinates seemed to enjoy spanking her. You likewise share the details of your stripping and strapping and you have to suppress what would be a very poorly timed giggle when you realise the both of you are still holding onto and gently rubbing the sore cheeks, giving one another fully unobscured frontal views.

"Uh, I know there is no point, but can you wait while I'm in the bathroom?", Bella suddenly asks. "Obviously we'll be seen anyway, but it would just feel safer with another woman watching. Uh, not watching watching, but you know what I mean". You smile encouragingly. "Sure, let's just make it quick. At least everyone in our own offices has already seen us", you say and offer your one-time rival to go first. You feel like Bella might be the perfect case for your policy actually; it is fun to see her squirm in humiliation and clearly her subordinates think so too... And yet you feel like she will be relatively easy to spank into a much nice person. Even between the two of you she made the first step to reconciliation when realising what boat you all were now in.

Bella slides the door open and steps inside. After sliding it back, she fumbles against the smooth glass for a few moments before realising there is no lock there to be found. With a visible but inaudible through the glass sigh she sits down. You decide it more tactful to face away at this point. Your arms are loosely folded across your breasts... Not that it gives you any sense of privacy or protection. A very short time later you hear a muffled flush, water running and the door sliding open. Bella gives you an embarrassed smile and prepares to similarly wait while you slip inside. As you sit down, wincing, you see Bella's bottom for the first time and realise she must have had the same view of yours. The lines are very clear on her pale skin and you find yourself quite entranced by the view as you quickly empty your bladder. As you are washing your hands, you cannot help but steal a peak at your own behind in the large mirror on your side; it looks very nice too if you may say so yourself and it is clear that your strappings were very similar. Bella must have got at least a couple of new people in her team too.

With further humiliation successfully avoided on the first use of the bathroom you slide the door open.