The meeting goes on

You were sure there is no chance of you picking up the presentation where you left off as if nothing has happened, when in fact you were whipped senseless, peed yourself and have been seen by the audience in all ways imaginable and more. However, once you start talking to find everything coming back to you, despite your senses still trying to coping with the pain radiating from all over your body, from your soles to the top of your back and chest. With an increasing enthusiasm you go through the ideas you came up with in the limited time you had for the humanoid spanker. The one you feel has most promise is locating a few in public places where deserving ladies can tell them (yes, they should be able to understand a verbal description of common offences!) what they have done wrong, voluntarily or when instructed to do so by a third party.

You feel the idea is received well and other suggestions will be considered too. A discussion ensues and as you join in, you can almost ignore the aftermaths of the punishment you just took, quite able to concentrate. Lydia, also still nude and almost as badly marked by the various implements, seems to be doing well too. The rest of the meeting goes without further incident and when it is concluded, both parties have a solid plan of action and are in complete understanding. The documents are signed to a small round of applause.

Your party is invited for a business lunch and you and Lydia share the last (for the time being anyway) embarrassing moment as you are getting dressed together. The lunch would have been much more enjoyable if putting any pressure on your bottom, thighs and back was not quite so agonising. Yet you manage to keep a mostly happy expression through it all. Lydia looked equally uncomfortable lowering herself into her chair, but offered most interesting and pleasant conversation, telling anecdotes from her short but already exciting career with spanking tools. She rather surprises you (and seemingly Ms Wright too) when she says she was on the humanoid bot already, albeit just for target calibration. You do not want to even think about it right now, but a part of you knows too well you will try the new machine out before too long. Diana seems to catch your thoughts as she winks at you and nearly bursts out laughing when you make a horrified expression in response. It did not even take much acting skills.

When you have been shown out, Chris tells you and Diana you can take the rest of the day off. He even gives you a lift back to your place in one of the most uncomfortable car journeys of your life. At home Diana uses prodigious amounts of skin restoring cream on you; as your front has taken comparatively less damage, you spend most of the rest of the day on your bed with your naked bottom and back facing up. This is almost becoming a habit. Still, you know your butt will recover... But the vivid memories, horrifying and thrilling at the same time, will stay.