The (completely un)deserved punishment

As there are no objections, you get yourself to the utility cupboard you remember seeing in use some time ago, in what seems like a different life now. You get some paper towels out of it, walk back to the table and get yourself onto all fours to start patting out the fortunately fairly limited amount of water that spilled. You try to keep your legs modestly together during this positively immodest task; you realise with a degree of horror that you are not only doing that to minimise the view you're offering but also to ensure your visitors do not think your nudity is anything but a punishment from your perspective. Your efforts notwithstanding, some angles leave little to nothing to imagination.

Fortunately, the exercise is fairly quick. Unfortunately you know exactly what comes next. After you dispose of the paper towels, you turn back to the trio and ask what implements you should get, kind of addressing Ms Stevens more than others but also making sure the question is in the air for everyone. It is Ms Stevens who responds, however, telling you to get a strap on the left. You get the item in question... And realise that you have not seen one like it in your own implement storage. Maybe this selection is a wider one... Or maybe Ms Stevens has added it purposefully, as from its shape you rather suspect it will cause more noise than actual pain, which might be just about perfect for this meeting's purposes.

You find out quite soon that your impression was correct. After you've apologised again and bent over the nearest chair (the height of the back of which **** your feet somewhat apart but not too humiliatingly so compared to what you are already used to), Ms Stevens proposes she goes first to demonstrate the technique, which the other two agree to most readily. When she starts to swing the said strap, it does hurt substantially (and even though you have not been spanked today, your bottom is never exactly at its best these days) and you squirm while keeping yourself in position... But the noise the two layers make are definitely giving an exaggerated impression of what you must be feeling.

You get half a dozen strokes from each of the three people in the room with you; by the end it starts to hurt as badly as it sounds and your attempts to keep a straight face become increasingly more futile. You manage not to start crying openly, but the corner of your eyes are wet and you are quite certain everyone can see that once you get up, turn around and thank everyone for the lesson. You keep your hands by yours sides with an effort and Harry surprises you slightly by telling you that you can rub your bottom if you want to. You are fully aware that he got it right out of whatever porn video he was watching as "research" for this meeting but you actually don't care at this stage and rub your poor behind vigorously, no doubt looking just as miserable and humiliated as intended.