Relaxed and companionable

The following is copied from the chapter A new workday by Johanna:

Despite all the events of the last fourteen hours or so there is no awkwardness between you as you chat about work, the news on the radio, the traffic, and seemingly everything else. The early arrival should work out very well for you too, you hope, because if you are the very first to come everyone would assume that you have stripped at arrival rather than made your way to work naked. The chat is interrupted when an email notification announces your spanking for the day and makes your eyebrows go up (and Ms Stevens' too albeit less so once you've read the email to her). You are to get four strokes with a ruler (a simple plastic thing you remember seeing earlier in the new storage unit, much lighter and less scary than the ruler-paddle your bottom became too well acquainted with yesterday); this would seem like a major step down in intensity, except one stroke out of the four per person is to be delivered across your breasts. It looks like in addition to red sore bottoms there will also be a lot of red sore boobs in the office today.

For the aforementioned reason of hiding your clothing level at arrival to the office, you depart as quickly as manners would permit once you return the jacket to its rightful owner; you have already made the plans to meet again en route. You make your way, nude once again and almost familiar with the feeling now, through the still-empty hallways and enter your hopefully still-empty office... "Hi, Craig", you say hoping the resignation is largely staying out of your voice. The feeling you just realised you had of being almost familiar with nudity in the workplace disappears in an instant, replaced by feeling like you were caught naked in a most inappropriate way. You consider for a moment mentioning that you came here earlier and stripped once here, but you do not know for how long he has been in already and you do not want to also be caught in an obvious lie in your state.

Unfortunately the conversation turns to your state of dress almost immediately, as after greetings are exchanged he asks quite directly if you went home naked - with amusement and curiosity rather than judgement, however. You tell him that you borrowed a jacket from a friend and fortunately he seems satisfied with the answer, even if you suspect he might summon the image of you making your way home wearing just the one article. Of course, he really just needs to imagine the jacket, because the rest of you he can see well enough with his own eyes. And he can do a lot more than just see too.

"Want to get a part of the spanking out of the way?", he asks. You hesitate, not really wanting to explain the whole thing about spankings now being split more than once... But figure out that it is probably not your biggest concern right now. "Sure", you say, and show him your phone screen with the email still open on it. It somehow feels easier than to explain it, but even simply watching the facial express change is telling enough. He says "Oh, okay" with almost a comical delay of a few seconds during which you have had the time to put your phone away and walk to the storage to get the ruler in question. You then hand it to him and turn around and bend forward, placing your hands on your knees. If he wants you in another position, he can say so.

He does not, however, instead delivering the first three strokes at a bit of an angle. The ruler stings quite mildly... The real issue is the response the already bruised parts of your behind are emitting. You (and all other women affected, really) will need a break from this before long, otherwise every spanking will become disproportionately severe, no matter how moderate it would have felt on a previously unpunished behind. And no, the last stroke being across your breasts does not count as a break. It hurts a fair amount too (especially where the ruler connects with your left areola, just missing the nipple), but standing straight, turning around, sticking your breasts out, and facing Craig through it feels almost more humiliating than stripping in front of all your colleagues for the very first time did.

You take the ruler back awkwardly and thank Craig; he returns to his workplace and you decide to get a head start too as nobody else is in sight. It will be a long morning.