Show some humility

You suppress the anger at the extra humiliation. Ms Stevens is giving you a chance to make a statement here and you know it better be the correct one; otherwise you suspect you will be willing to trade your monthly wage, never mind a bonus, to save your bottom. She wanted you to show humility; better do that late than never then. You pause for a moment to confirm in your mind you are doing what you are doing and to brace yourself and then walk over to the small conference table Ms Stevens normally uses to talk to people in her office (at least you assume that is what it is for).

Now, however, you have another use for it in mind. You move a chair aside and climb onto the smooth wooden surface and turn to face Jack with Ms Stevens's view becoming about at a 45-degrees angle now. You then plant your knees wide and bend forward, using your non-dominant hand for support while still holding the paddle; you hold your head up though to face your "wronged" colleague. "I'm so sorry, Jack...", you begin and give yourself a hard whack which makes you wince. "I should not..." - WHACK - "... have been so rude..." - WHACK - "... and should have..." - WHACK - "... started from a clean page..." - WHACK - "... and not remember old fights..." - WHACK!!. Even self-inflicted, the half a dozen with a medium paddle renews the old soreness in your bottom and then adds some; you are still some way from crying, but your eyes already do begin to feel itchy. Still, you have to finish the job. You turn your face half-way to Ms Stevens. "Can I please..." - WHACK - "... ask you both..." - WHACK - "... to punish me for that..." - WHACK - "... independently of each other..." - WHACK - "... as hard as you see..." - WHACK - "... fit!" - WHACK - "AHHH!!". You cannot help a loud groan escape your mouth after the last spank as you are finished talking, hopefully having reached the desired effect. At least with Ms Stevens, you doubt that Jack will be too impressed.

... except he seems to be. He steps towards you quite hesitantly and since Ms Stevens shows no sign of wanting to go first, you hand him the paddle. You then shuffle quite awkwardly on the table to turn your behind (which, you now think, really did not need that second self-inflicted half dozen) to the two others in the room. Even though they both have seen all there is too see of you, facing away from them on all fours with open knees and all holes of interest on display is somehow still reaching new levels of humiliation... And humility too, so at least that aim is being achieved. Jack presses the paddle against your already far too sore cheeks, draws his arm back and strikes. You groan in pain... But even as you feel your cheeks wobble your mind registers the fact the pain is nowhere near the level you expected or the level it should be at with a swing like that. Jack clearly checked his arm in the last moment, letting the paddle travel the rest of the way only with his wrist. Could he actually mean to start being friendlier from now on...? You are quite sure from aside the spank looked very solid so he is not trying to score any points with Ms Stevens by his kindness.

Neither is he trying to lull you into a false sense of security, as the second spank is delivered in a similar manner, making your bottom shake and smart, but not searing it like it could. You still let out an appropriate groan of pain; you do not even need to act for it, being sore as you are. The second one turns out to also be the last; Jack sets the paddle down and tells you your apology is accepted and he is sorry too. You find you might actually just about believe him now so you thank him quite sincerely (although still in a pained voice) as Ms Stevens gets up, approaches you and picks up the paddle herself.

The next half minute or so consists of pure agony as your naked boss delivers four vicious strokes to your naked and very, very sore behind. It is only made worse by the fact you have to try your very best to contain your reactions so your previous groans do not look too relaxed in comparison. You do not manage perfectly, you know that much, but you definitely were less vocal than you wanted to be. You realise after the fourth and final blow lands that to your somehow still increasing humiliation you are very shamelessly shaking your bottom right at them. You try to stop yourself but it takes a few more moments before you summon the sufficient willpower for that.

"Get up", Ms Stevens says, but her voice is kind rather than commanding. You slide off the table and your bottom painfully shakes when your feet land on the floor. You give it a rub, really feeling like shame should not be much of an issue in this room with this audience anymore. "Thanks for staying behind, Jack. I'll see you tomorrow", Ms Stevens says as she walks to her storage to return the paddle. "Yes, Ma'am, see you then. Bye, Jenna", Jack replies, heading out. "Bye, Jack", you reply, turning again to politely face him, your bare breasts in full view. "Another minute, please?", Ms Stevens then asks you to which, of course, you reply with an "Of course".

"This is not related to anything that happened before", she says, "Well, not really. But it's been hell of two days and I want to unwind. Want to come to mine and have an evening to relax?". "Uh... As in... Your home?", you ask unnecessarily. You have often imagined (as most career young women, probably) what would you do if your boss implied they want a more intimate connection with you. You certainly have not imagined Ms Stevens in that role, even though you have quite literally been naked on top of one another yesterday. She seems to catch the direction in which your mind is drifting. "No, not like that", she says. "Just a quiet evening, pizza, girl talk, whatever mind-numbing show you happen to watch and a spare bedroom if you want to stay over".