Years, and that's lenient

You hear their voices as if from a distance, but they're clearly talking about you.

"We can hardly hold her to the same standards as you. We hardly know her and she doesn't work here."

"No, Marina, I agree."

"Then again, she did climax, even though you told her not to very clearly, several times."

"Yes, Francesca, that's true."

"Perhaps we should start at one month for the first orgasm and add, say, two weeks for every one after."

"Or double it."

"I think that might be a little excessive, Dave."

"An extra month then. What would that come to? One, plus two is three, plus three is six…"

It's Marina who takes a black eyebrow pencil and writes the date, two years and four months in the future, next to your fanny, with the words No orgasms until above it. That's something you're definitely going to have to deal with using the Rulebook—there's no way you can go that long, nor should anyone have to.

Dave and Evelyn help you to your feet, but your legs are still too weak to support you, so they helpfully sit you on Chloe's chair and after a whispered conversation, the blonde wheels you to the back of the room, whilst Dave takes Francesca back to the foyer. The planning meeting resumes and Chloe squats in front of you, asking questions solicitously about how you're coping with your ordeal. You would hardly think she had so delightedly wrung climax after climax from your helpless body just moments ago, listening to her concern now for your welfare. In fact, her questions soon become intrusive, asking about your sex life, recent punishments and the reason for your nudity, but you don't want to be rude by refusing to answer, so you try to keep things vague and brief.

Eventually, Dave returns and you decide you're ready to leave, so he heads back down with you in tow, Chloe staying behind to take part in the meeting. She does give you her card before you go, however.

The rest of the journey home is a bit of a blur, but when you arrive at your flat, you find Diana waiting for you.

"What took you so long? I was getting worried."

You blush and gesture to the writing near your crotch. Your colleague bends down to read it and then looks up with a gasp.

"Jenna! What on earth did you do?"

So you sigh and tell her the whole story, except for the parts about the Rulebook, of course. Half way through the tale, Diana suggests ordering something to eat and you settle on pizza, but it still hasn't arrived by the time you've finished.

Diana clicks her tongue in exasperation.

"Well, Jenna, I wouldn't have believed you could get so horny after the spankings we had today."

"Me neither," you reply, sheepishly.

"I suppose it just means you're going to have to concentrate on my pleasure for the foreseeable future." You blush at that. "Still, you must be exhausted. Why don't you grab a nap and I'll call you when the pizza gets here."

You agree weakly and stumble off to lie down. Despite recent events, you'd rather Diana joined you, but she waits behind, maybe taking the opportunity to have a snoop around while you're not there. You rest, but don't really sleep beyond a short doze and you hear the door when the delivery driver turns up, followed by a short conversation and the unmistakable sounds of a quick spanking, before Diana brings in the pizza and you sit up to eat. There's no sign that she was recently chastised, so you can only assume she was the one giving the spanking, but you don't enquire further.

The company is better than the food and after you've cleaned up, Diana decides she'd like to find out whether she's as capable as you of having multiple orgasms so soon after her heavy punishment from HR. It turns out she is.