Work, obviously

Once you are up, have thanked the two men and have rubbed your bottom (not caring too much how juvenile that makes you look or what parts of you may or may not bounce in the process), you return to your chair and very, very carefully lower yourself into it. Your face is red, your bottom is redder (not to mention the deeper-coloured lines), but you have to make yourself switch into the work mode. First thing first, you set yourself a reminder to see Ms Stevens after work. Then you open your emails and start digging through them.

A couple of these are bad news for ongoing and future projects, but this is to be expected and the rest give you a boost of optimism. You haven't lost your touch since finding the Rulebook, clearly, not that you thought you would have. Obviously all changes are very targeted and do not seem to have many, if any at all, unintended consequences, although you wonder if over time these will begin to manifest themselves, but the policy spreading in the industry, for instance.

Of course, a few emails are to do with the policy itself, but you do not think it is a sign of changes going poorly. The last time a far less sensitive office-wide matter was adopted HR and admins would not shut up about it for weeks - this is actually mild by comparison, especially given how major the implications of the policy are. One of the emails predictably outlines the use of the new IDs once they are delivered. Another lists a few reported examples of unacceptable behaviour towards the naked employees and reminds everyone to ensure any punishment or "educational technique" stays strictly within the limits outlined by the policy. You suppose no such incident taking place would be a bit too much to hope for even with the Rulebook's power behind you, but the problem is clearly within manageable limits.

Speaking of manageable, though... You spend about a minute starting blankly at your screen after reading the last email with "Recent changes" in the headline. The meeting scheduled for next week for the negotiation of the final details and commission will take place as arranged… But you will not get any clothing or punishment exemptions for it. Furthermore, your counterparts were informed about the policy and have agreed to act your disciplinarians for the duration of the meeting. They even passed a small test designed by HR to check their understanding of what will be required of them. You re-read the email, slowly and still in disbelief. Being naked in front of and spanked by your colleagues is one thing; after all, you are all on the same side in the end of the day. When the same level of power is given to someone you are negotiating with on behalf of the company… How do they expect you to manage any sort of favourable outcome?!

In anger and trying to ignore the excitement that helpfully pushes the images of you on the table in the conference room on all fours and with a glowing behind into your brain, you start typing up an email to ask to change this… And delete the draft. You start again, choosing a slightly different approach this time… But once again realise it will not accomplish much, save perhaps landing you in trouble your bottom really cannot now afford. You decide to bring it up with Ms Stevens instead at the end of the day and return to the rest of the emails before proceeding to the current project in hand. It takes you some time and effort to focus, but you do eventually, your nakedness and soreness notwithstanding.

You are distracted almost an hour later by David and Zarina approaching you to tell you they are doing a coffee run if that is fine by you and asking what can they get you. You add your order, making sure to be very polite to the two younger people lest they find an excuse to spank you and doing your best to ignore the inevitable starting. It is too early to tell, of course, but you start to feel like you might be getting used to it… At least when it comes from the immediate team around you. And Bella and Ms Stevens, you suppose, they also have seen more of you than any previous partner of any kind. The young duo heads off and the office breaks into a few individual conversations with people getting up and stretching their legs while awaiting their caffeine-bearing return.

You get up too, even though theoretically you may be accused of breaking rules by ditching work and walk over to Ciaran. You actually have something work-related to tell him, but in all honest that could wait for another week or two. You mainly want to show him you are fine with the earlier hands-on session, but you have to admit standing fully naked in front of the bigger older man while he is still behind his desk leaves you almost as **** as being over his (and Peter’s) lap. At least your bottom is not getting extra tanning as you do. Still, you think you manage to sound nonchalant enough while reminding him of a few finer details of a still-distant deadline and you stop by Diana’s desk for a bit of small talk... And possibly to give her a better view of your flat tummy and slightly curved thigh and everything in between that she seemed to seek out yesterday. With her the feeling of exposure is probably the least humiliating out of all people in the room... But of course everyone else is still getting a very good view of you too.