Bella does

You have barely finished comprehending the question when you feel your face being seized between two surprisingly strong palms. Bella's tongue all but forces its way into your mouth... And somehow you find yourself responding, kissing your least favourite person in the office deeply and passionately. Her nipples brush your bare skin and you actually feel her shudder. Your own nipples make contact with her body a moment later as you press yourselves closer together and you cannot help but let out a little moan.

You cannot say with certainty who and when breaks off the kiss, but you are both out of breath, as you stand with faces inches apart, both pairs of breasts heaving. You glance sideways to see the man's positively round eyes. "Um... Break room it is then", he mumbles and (somewhat unsteadily, you think) leads the way. You and Bella exchange looks... And follow. You cannot speak for her, but your own naked body suddenly feels much warmer, despite the air-conditioned coolness. As you pass the door of your office, you wonder when will your team inevitably conclude that their manager is having her bottom spanked again.

The break room is indeed empty of coworkers. It has had two benches akin to the one in your office installed, presumably in the case of more than one female manager needing discipline at one time... Which, of course, exactly is the case present. The man directs the two of you onto the same bench, however. Doing as told, you both kneel on it, shift your knees out wider and then bend forward to plant your palms onto the floor. You can actually see Bella's face gradually get redder as the man then walks around the bench, the light paddle now in hand. You are quite certain the change in colour, doubtlessly mirrored in your own face, is more to do with the fact he can now see down the two pairs of wide open legs after already treating himself to the view of the two pairs of downward-pointing breasts than with gravity.

Clearly satisfied with your positions, he lines up the paddle against your upward-stuck and still sore bottom and swings it. You groan as pain shoots through you, quite a lot worse than from the strap earlier. You shift yourself to make sure you can remain stable; this seems to work as you groan again and louder from the next couple of strokes but are not in any immediate danger of collapsing in an undignified naked heap. You stay more or less still through the final strokes that complete the half-dozen too, but you have to admit to yourself that if you had the Rulebook in front of you, you probably would have gone onto an erasing spree. The exposure is unbelievably demeaning and although you can just about overcome the pain in your bottom, it is no easy feat. You have no doubt now that each consequent spanking will only be worse at least in the terms of pain, even if you ever get used to the humiliation.

For just now, however, you get a momentary respite as the young man moves to position himself behind Bella. Another half-dozen spanks ring out and Bella yelps (quite cutely, you must admit) after each but the first one. Somehow her part of the spanking seems to have gone by a lot quicker than your own... But then you suppose she must have been feeling the same thing about yours. The problem, of course, is that with your spankings over the punishment is far from it.