Seeing a colleague

You have just returned to your desk following your little trip around the office and have made yourself a mental note not to flirt with Diana too obviously (she is still your subordinate and you do not want to imagine the punishment you will get if you have actually misinterpreted her friendly demeanour - not to mention it is not exactly ethical), when the interns return with the many coffees and a few teas. There is a mini-break with a few minutes of excited chatter, working out costs and sounds of pleasure following the first overdue sips, but soon everyone is back to their places and the day feels pretty much normal again... Except the very much not normal bits, like needing to shift your weight in your seat and move your bare butt to change the angle of the pressure.

You realise after another email, however, that the "normality" will need to be disturbed for a while, as you will need to talk to a colleague from another department, ideally in person too. You have not thought of her or heard from her since the policy came into ****, but you assume from her position and the lack of information on any exceptions that she would be nude and spanked too. You are not looking forward to another naked walk through the office with more encounters beyond those who have seen you already, but you have to admit too that seeing another department's take on things would be... well, interesting.

You drop her a quick message to ask when would be convenient and receive a near instantaneous reply to your surprise. With that there is no point to delay the inevitable so you log off your computer and head to the door, telling Peter on the way where you are headed in case you take a while. You do not suppose that will exactly save your bottom from a spanking if you take unreasonably long, but at least it will cover other bases.

The hallway is again fortunately empty although with your luck there is of course a passerby when you are using the bathroom. He treats himself to a full view but does not stop. There are more people around the lifts and conversations pause and heads turn as you join the small line in your naked glory. There are no other naked ladies in sight. Fortunately the wait for the next lift is very brief and one cabin takes all but one person down, while you and he remain for the trip up.

"Tough couple of days?", he asks, breaking the awkward silence. You manage a polite smile. "Yeah, but hopefully it will sort the issues out" you say, hoping you both acknowledge that you know it is your own fault you are here and express the hope the humiliation will end before too very long, lest he thinks you are some sort of pervert enjoying it (which of course you are). "The second daily spanking was a lot worse than the first", you add, as it it is a perfectly normal thing to discuss in the company office with an unfamiliar coworker. "We don't actually have a female manager so we're drafted to spank independent HR specialists who are eligible but without an own department", he replies. "And yes, today's was quite a step up".

The lift doors open again with a chime as he says that and you both step in, pressing your respective buttons. You still do not really know what to say, but the silence is somewhat less awkward now and you are getting off almost immediately in any case. When you do, you follow the familiar route and enter the familiar door to reveal an office set up not dissimilar to the one you work in; there is a number of desks in an open space but the "manager" plaque on it has a commanding position.

"Hi, Margaret, how are..." you begin to address the naked woman behind the desk in question after nodding to others in the room in a friendly way as you make your way to her, but the question is caught in your throat. The policy clearly has gone beyond the ordinary in her case. Like you, she does not have any clothes on. Unlike you, however, she also has a heavy-looking metal ball with a chain attached to it that disappears under her desk, but also certainly connects to her body in some way. You suppose it is more a sign of how much porn you watched rather than of you being particularly clever that you realise the intention of the device quite instantly.

"Yeah, I get that a lot", Margaret chuckles with a mix of shame, humour and annoyance. "Basically they decided to try special punishments in special cases and you know I might have had a reputation for wandering from my desk for a bit too long at times. So they got this thing here and attached it to this inflatable plug in my... Yeah, you get the idea". You so indeed... And you also get the idea that you need to think very carefully about what to do next, given how such a development has taken place without you even suspecting it.