You wet yourself

You are not aware of a hot stream running down your leg before the whipping stops and you hear the sound of your urine running onto the floor. The humiliation and the terror are strong enough to snap you out of your nearly **** (or, more likely, actually **** for a moment) state; with an immense effort you stop yourself from letting out any more. You can see through your tears the disappointment on the faces, but it is far from the outrage you expected. "Well, Ms Cho..." Ms Wright begins, "... we understand this demonstration majorly exceeded a routine test spanking, but we would still expect more self-control. Assuming you want to represent your company in the contract, we will have to ask for a demonstration of commitment from yourself".

You do not really stop to think about the horrors the said demonstration may contain for you. "Yes, please, Ms Wright", you sob. "I'm so sorry... Please let me clean this and I'll do whatever you see fit..." The director looks thoughtful for a second but Diana speaks up first. "If I may, Ma'am... I think it would be most fitting if Jenna finished the demonstration on her own to show her commitment. We can all agree your colleague demonstrated all we needed to see." Agreeing remarks are heard across the room; your girlfriend clearly just found a perfect solution. As the whipping part is over, restraints are removed from both yourself and Lydia; Lydia is then asked to show you the nearest janitor's closet and you start clean up the mess you have made on hands and knees. Every movement sends jolts of pain through body parts you did not even realise were hit by the whip; the pain in the more affected areas is continuous agony. Lydia has not been invited to get dressed again either, but nonetheless she is looking at Diana with a positively loving look. Under different circumstances you would have been a bit worried. You return the cleaning supplies to their place and suffer the further humiliation of finishing emptying your bladder under Lydia's supervision; you have to hover above the seat, the thought of lowering yourself fully too horrifying. You do not really talk beyond the necessary, both too focused on own stress, but if there was a hint of animosity before, it is now completely gone.

Finally you are back and the demonstration is ready to resume, now without Lydia to share your burden. Diana whips each of your palms twice with a ruler; it is bearable, but the marks are clear and you are glad you will not be driving back. Mr Pryce then has you on your back with your legs open and your cheeks pulled apart as he used a short thick wand on your anus, renewing your howls of agony. Lydia is invited to join in with a plastic rod, which she applies with surprising expertise across the backs of your thighs (already heavily marked by the whips) and then your calves (largely untouched so far, but hurting more than you would have expected from the light but stingy implement). The last strokes are across your feet and these are even worse; when you stand up again you find you can do so, but with a great discomfort. Chris and Ms Wright then team up again with a pair of floggers of different material and weight; while these are lot lighter than the whips, you are also more sore so once again you feel on the edge of collapsing from the pain when they finally stop.

The boxes are practically empty now and Mr Pryce proudly brings out the last tool. It is another hard plastic transparent paddle, but you see some sort of mechanism inside. "This paddle can measure the **** of the impact", the engineer announces. "As we've discussed, there will be two primary applications: training of inexperienced spankers and monitoring self-spankings when it is deemed the best option. Ms Cho has certainly made up for her earlier shortcoming and I think it fitting she will finish the demo herself." With this he clicks a switch on the paddle and passes it to you handle first. He then launches an app on his pad and places it on the table in everyone's view. The app prompts him to choose between a number of spanks with a minimum **** or the total **** applied over as many spanks as necessary. Mr Pryce opts for the former and enters six spanks with 3/5 ****; with everything set up, all eyes are back on you.

You plant your feet widely (for stability rather than any view considerations) and lean on the table with your free hand. Then you line up the paddle against your own butt. You swing it towards yourself as hard as you can and wail on impact; the app flashes the loading symbol for a second and then displays the first point on a very short graph. You managed a 4/5. Encouraged, you spank your other cheek, not really daring to go softer, as you do not know how sensitive the sensors are; another 4/5 appears, the graph now growing. You feel like you are getting the hang of it, but your bottom is paying the price. The thought of hitting yourself again is unbearable but that is exactly what you do.

The graph slips down to 3/5 for the next two spanks but encouraged by the end being so near, you manage to do the last two spanks harder again, your tears notwithstanding. The group actually breaks into a round of applause when you straighten yourself, tears still running down your face, and respectfully offer the paddle back. You are allowed a few minutes to recover while others replace the samples into their boxes, pour more water into the glasses on the table, and turn the projector back on. You are, however, expected to finish your presentation now; when the projector lights up and your slides reappear, Ms Wright invites you to do exactly that.