The Next Day, the Next Humiliation

The time after work flies by you surprisingly fast. You immensely enjoy the atmosphere after work, even though with each glance thrown at you you feel like you might as well be naked again, your nice pants suit left behind on its hanger. Despite yourself, you feel like snapping at times and the riskier comments and jokes... But here is where the sensation in your bottom comes in to overcome any new Rulebook-induced character traits. Each time you shift in your seat, you are reminded that the next morning you will be naked in front of all these people again and you are really, really better-off giving them a reason to hold back the spankings they can unleash onto you. Speaking of which, you get an email with the instructions for your spanking for tomorrow morning (and you try not to gulp too obviously for your team around you to note), but it also mentions that you must visit office A213 after disrobing but before the spanking. The email does not state why... Making it clear the policy is taking on a life of its own beyond your Rules.

The evening passes even faster in your emotionally overloaded state. You get a quick late snack and spend a bit of time on the internet trying to assess any wider implications of your tempering with reality, but there appear to be none, at least so far. Perhaps some may manifest themselves once the news spread (whether of a scandal or a great success in managing policies), but for now you give up and collapse into your bed, thinking you'll never fall asleep... But actually turning off barely having checked the alarm and tucked your hand between your legs.

Even though you did turn off almost instantly, you are quite sure your hands did their job as you slept, because you wake up (purely thanks to the alarm) with a feeling of wet satisfaction rather than longing and frustration. You rub your bottom to find the soreness much diminished overnight, but still present, proof of yesterday's events having actually happened. With that little detail established, you do not know if you dread going back to work today... Or want it more.

Before you can quite make up your mind, however, you need to start going through your morning routine as being late is an even less attractive prospect than it normally would be. You cannot help but spend a few moments too many, however, examining the reflection of your behind in the mirror. While you can see the faint marks (the ones from the mail room being most prominent), overall it looks fine enough. Not for much longer, you suppose, but at least you've got that to start with.

Once you are on the bus after a quick (even though you did have the time to spare) breakfast, you find yourself actually going through your forthcoming day in your mind much like you ordinarily would, focusing on the work you will need to do, not on the fact you will be doing it in the nude. There is a once-promising deal which now turned out to be almost certainly beyond saving but you still should try to save... And, of course, you will need to start on the forthcoming meeting preparation. Here your thoughts slip back to the new policy, as you have not yet received a word as to how (if indeed at all) it will be adjusted for such occasions. Even if you are more used to nudity at that point, you will still be at quite a disadvantage.

You do not remember at all about the smaller change you have made until you are getting off the bus and the driver pinches your boob though the dress you chose for today. You let out a little gasp... And only just stop yourself from smacking the man, remembering why he did it. You thank him instead and head into the office building, where you find the atmosphere still similar to what you felt yesterday... But less tense, with the big plunge obviously having been taken yesterday. In your own office the situation is somewhat similar in that sense; although you are once again over a quarter of an hour early, the office is again full of people, including all the newcomers. Only a couple are missing, both from your original team. Diana is here, though, to no surprise.

You decide to tell everyone your spanking is being postponed before getting undressed - and so you do, once you make your way to your desk. You do not need to ask for attention as all conversations hush and all eyes are on you anyway. You do not tell your team what the spanking will be, though, that can wait... Especially as for all you know your visit to A213 can change it. You remind everyone to stay on their work once you leave, but to no surprise all eyes remain on you when you start taking your dress off. This, at least, is a faster process; it has an in-sewn bra of sorts so once you take it off and hang it up nicely and carefully, only your panties remain between all those eyes and your modesty. These are peeled off quickly too and, having replaced your ID and grabbed your phone, you head out into the still busy hallways, nude, scared and excited.