The after-work appointment

It might be a new normal... But it is still a normal and as your sore bottom makes you consider every action and word very, very carefully you make it through the rest of the working day without further misadventures. It rather helps that you only do not need to venture out anymore, other than for a couple of humiliating but also becoming routinely so toilet breaks and lunch. For the latter you once again go with Diana and once again manage to avoid too much unwanted attention thanks to her presence by your side. You see Tricia again and you exchange hellos... After, that is, she gets up from the lap of the man spanking her with a small but still obviously capable of doing damage paddle.

You return from lunch to find an envelope with your new ID on your desk and after examining it yourself, put it in the place of your old one, tucking the latter away into your bag for the building access and (likely rare from now on) other future use. You hope it does not flip the wrong way too often, as the view on the reverse somehow seems to have even more detail that you imagined. Sure, they have seen it all before, but it is still different and in a way even more humiliating when your privacy is being utterly destroyed via such a medium.

The work day itself is once more very productive; your conclusions about the project you discussed with Peter the day before are reinforced and you know that might be an issue later, but all else is going perfectly - or nearly so. The end of it does come though as it always does and your team begins to get up one by one, throwing your naked body final looks, before leaving with amiable goodbyes. You get up too (even several hours later it is still a relief to take the pressure off your bottom), but you of course have to meet Ms Stevens before you leave... And you still have no idea what that might entail.

You realise, quite suddenly and to your amusment, that you actually have the choice of getting dressed before going over to her office. Your work day is over and you are going after what might well be a private matter - not one on the clock, in any case. It is very tempting to get your smart attire back on, especially if Jack will be there and needs a reminder of your relative positions temporary policy aside... But you do not do it. You are supposed to be learning a lesson here... And, in some roundabout way, remaining nude may be a greater statement of power than getting dressed. It shows you are not bothered by your nudity and are taking your punishment in stride, not clutching to your clothing as your only status symbol.

Before you can change your mind and come back to the comfort of fabrics around you, you grab your bag and make yourself head out with friendly nods to the couple of people still remaining inside. It is not until you are a few turns away in your glorious nudity that you realise that nobody ever said you will not get in trouble for being naked in a public place outside the policy-specified conditions; technically all the usual issues with indecent exposure and the like should apply. You dismiss the concerns quickly enough, however. Firstly, with the policy in place you are unlikely to be blamed at all. Secondly, it will be easy enough to explain as a mistake. Thirdly, what are they going to do, strip and spank you? And finally, there is always the Rulebook. You would feel unfair to use it to your personal advantage under most circumstances, but in this particular situation you feel you would not have an issue with that.

As Ms Stevens did not give you her exact location, you have to ask for directions once you reach what you hope is her general area. Fortunately for you, an older but dressed office lady is still around seemingly working overtime and she is happy to provide you with directions - two doors down and then the second on the left, to be precise. You thank her and turn to leave, but before you move she asks: "Are you in trouble with her?". You are about to answer "No" when you realise you cannot actually be certain. "Uh, I don't think so, she seemed happy enough when she said she wanted to see me", you say instead. "Good, she took quite a beating in the morning, when it was my turn her bottom was already without an unmarked spot and she seemed fine, more or less. Wouldn't want to be spanked by someone with that expectation level especially after a long day like you've already had!".

That is indeed a scary thought, but you thank the lady for her concern with a blushing smile (is the state of your bottom still that obvious?) and move in the direction she indicated. Moments later a plaque suggests you are in the right place; you pass through the now-empty antechamber and knock on the door politely. "Come in", Ms Stevens calls out and you enter... To find yourself in the most impressive personal office you have ever been in, facing its still very naked occupant and her rather content-looking PA.