New IDs

You are once again getting plenty of looks, but as you near your destination (in the PR part of the building) there are more and more other undressed women to share the burden of display with you. In the right hallway there are a couple of dozen of nude female figured and more are coming in. Queues are forming to several of the offices and you take place in yours, marvelling at the sight of the company female assets, all highly educated and fiercely keen and professional ladies, waiting naked and afraid for the new humiliation that doubtlessly awaits them. You spot Ms Stevens at the head of the queue to another room and you smile at each other. A moment later you see Bella join your own queue, a few naked ladies behind you. You smile at her too and you suspect you see a small blush in the returned greeting, as you both are remembering the kiss and the punishment you shared yesterday.

When you turn back, however, you suddenly see Ms Stevens right in front of you and you have to tear your eyes off her breasts and look at her face. "Hi", she says, patting your bare forearm lightly. "I'll need you in my office after work today, can you make it?" You assure her that you can without checking. Even if you have other things (which you are pretty sure you do not), you know will move them. She does not tell you what it is about though and moves back to her place, letting you see her also largely recovered gorgeous behind. Suddenly, the sharp sound of a paddle striking flesh is heard, turning all heads in the same direction... To see an (obviously) naked black woman leaning against the wall, with her bottom sticking out towards an older white woman with a paddle (seemingly borrowed from on of the storages lining the hallway) in hand. She strikes her target again and then once more, before telling her victim to get up and return the paddle, all still in stunned silence. "What, we are supposed to enforce rules too", she says defensively. She is right, you suppose, but it is clear her stance will not make her too many new friends here. Well, at least it is not your bottom... For now. You also catch movement near one of the open-view bathrooms, when the few women next to it move sideways to give the lady who has just stepped into it at least some sense of privacy.

"Come in, please", the door to A215 opens and the first lady in that line (she is Indian and you know her distantly only but seem to remember she is supposed to be an IT genius or near enough, not that it is helping her bottom now) steps in. A few moments later the door to A213 opens too as all queues begin to move. You are third in your line and the first woman barely spends a minute inside. She mutters something to the person in front of you and heads off, but before she can pass the wisdom back to you, an audible "Next, please" summons her inside. This leaves you the first in line... But less nervous than you were two minutes ago. The first woman does not seem to have suffered any damage and in any case the time inside was too short of anything truly bad to happen.

The second ones spends a bit longer in the room, but not longer enough to get you worried. "New IDs", she says quietly but clearly to you and, considerately, repeats the same to the person behind you before heading off too, so that you can go straight in without needing to worry about informing others. It makes sense, you suppose; your IDs still feature your clothed-selves and changing that would be yet another constant reminder about your past mistakes and a reason to work hard to avoid new ones. Still, although you are relieved by the confirmation there will be no further pain, you are not looking forward to having nude photos of you taken and saved in such a public fashion as you enter the room.

It is set up for a photoshoot, which you suppose might well be its original state anyway. A man and a (clothed) woman are behind the equipment and the former asks you for your current ID. After checking it, he explains briefly that new IDs will be issued and instructs you where to stand. You face the camera with a mild smile, figuring that you should pretend this is a normal ID photo and look as professional as possible under the circumstances. A moment later you can see the image of you appear on the screen. To no surprise of yours your bare breasts are included in the bottom of the shot.

You think that you are done here, but you find out you are quite wrong. "Now, please lay on your back on the mat and pull your knees to your chest, Ms Cho", the woman says coming towards. "Why...", you begin to ask, but you are interrupted in a firm tone that makes you lower yourself onto the floor before the explanation is even finished. "The new IDs will be double-sided", the woman says. "This is to ensure a higher-up lady cannot bribe someone similar looking into taking a particularly bad punishment, for example. Most buttocks will have at least some distinguishing points, such as birthmarks".

Even as you blush in shame, pressing your knees to your shoulders and almost physically sensing the camera zooming in between your legs, you have to admit there is at least some logic to their argument. Obviously the main purpose is that of humiliating you further rather than something practical, but on the surface the secondary purpose holds nonetheless. It also makes sense that they asked you to do this before your daily spanking. You cannot see the second image from the floor and by the time you get up once told to do so it is already gone, but you can assume it shows more than you have ever seen of yourself. Still, there is nothing you can do when told that the ID will be delivered to your desk by tomorrow morning at latest than thank the pair and head out.