Your offer is accepted, of course

The faces of the three more senior attendees very obviously wear the expression of approval; in Chris's eyes there is even a certain pride, presumably for his employee being so proactive and brave. If only he knew... Diana's features, as familiar as you are with them, are harder to read. There is some concern there, presumably primarily for you, but if you had to guess, you would also say she is disappointed with herself for not making the same proposition when she had the chance. Lydia, however, is clearly unhappy. You can see her throwing a quick sideways glance to ensure her colleagues did not see her reaction before she got herself under control again. Perhaps unaware of the new rules, she thinks you are crossing a line there; more likely though she is worried about being asked to join you to represent her own company in the upcoming demo.

If that is actually the case, her worries prove correct very quickly. "Thank you for your very kind offer, Ms Cho" Ms Wright says. "Such a demonstration would be most insightful indeed. I am certain Lydia will join yourself to represent our side in the event. I am quite sure one young lady from each side would be quite sufficient, Ms May" she responds to Diana's may-I-interrupt gesture before continuing. "Would you not want to finish your presentation in its entirety first, though? An uncharted area may be harder to discuss for you after the demo." She certainly has a point there. You are not too confident about what you will say in that regard already and a spanking with many different implements will hardly help. However, it would be beneficial for your chances of making a good impression if you voluntarily accept further humiliation, so you graciously decline, saying that you would find it easier to completely close the topic of conventional implements first before moving onto the sci-fi like technology discussion.

This settles it. Mr Pryce makes a quick call asking for the samples selection to be brought in while Ms Wright suggests that as the implements are designed to be used on different body parts Lydia and you should strip completely, including accessories and footwear. Either by a simple oversight or to purposefully increase your awkwardness, she pushes a single chair for the both of you to put your discarded clothes onto. It does not help that Lydia and you are wearing near identical black trousers suits with white blouses; you can already see the embarrassing minutes of sorting clothes apart after the demo is over. With an unspoken agreement you put yours over the back of the chair while Lydia folds them and leaves them on the seat. The two pairs of heels are left side by side, hers are quite obviously higher and lighter in colour. The uneasiness of stripping side by side is not helped by her determination not to look at you, or in fact anyone. Finally you both are nude; with a quick “may I?” to which Lydia nods you put your bracelet next to her necklace on top of her pile on the seat of the chair. Then, unsure of what to do, you stand side by side facing the rest of those present. You give the product designer with whom you will doubtlessly have to work closely in the near future a sideways glance. Her almost disproportionately large nipples are erect on her medium-sized but perky breasts; her bottom is a lot flatter than yours but you doubt it will make much of a difference for what is to come. She is taller than you (most adults are) but not dramatically so.

“Just going to be a minute, ladies, you know how samples security is like” says George and you giggle nervously. Trying to act natural you step back towards your seat to flick through your hasty notes on the humanoid shape spanker but there is a knock on the door and George rushes to open it. Two men, one in a suit and one in a working uniform step in each carrying a box. You gulp at the sizes... if they are packed with implements, not even the Rulebook will save your behind from a very serious battering now. When the boxes are lowered down and the carriers are dismissed with thanks, you see things are not as bad as you feared but there are quite a few items to go through nonetheless. Everyone, even Lydia, gathers around. Ms Wright ponders for a moment and then takes out a plastic paddle with holes in a sealed bag.

“Let us begin with a classic...” she says. “The material is akin to one used in visors, it is fully transparent to allow one to see the target at all times and yet denser than all previous models. Please note also the rounded edges on the paddle itself and the holes both; while it is very easy to inflict a large amount of pain with relatively little effort it bears no risk of breaking skin. Our guests first... and ladies first. We would recommend at least six for a medium misdemeanor but we believe two may suffice for demonstration purposes, unless you decide otherwise.” She passes the paddle to Diana handle first.

“Let’s start with you, Jenna” you girlfriend says. She gestures to the meeting table. Aware of the ten eyes on your body, you bend over sticking your bottom out to offer what you hope is the most appealing perspective of you. Diana takes the paddle with both hands and taps your bottom a few times. You feel growing cold inside in fear and anticipation. She then takes the swing. The pain that erupts has to be the worst you have felt caused by a single stroke. You purposefully put your fingers through holes in the surface designed for wires so you could not leave your position entirely, but your lower body flies up as the crack of the paddle rings in your ears but with no chance of overcoming the roar of pain your butt is sending through your body.

Neither can you really hear and register in your mind the approving and sympathetic sounds from behind you. Diana keeps the paddle pressed against your cheeks despite your jerking motions and asks you to be still unless you want to ruin the demo and have it started again. And she would do it too, you know that. Carefully and slowly you adjust your position, planting your feet wider and firmer, ready to hold tight. Tears are already swelling in your eyes. You have the partial excuse of not having been spanked for some time, but the implement is wicked indeed. You take the second stroke better, remaining in place but you still cannot help but shake your burning behind to the amusement and delight of the audience. Fortunately Diana is happy to stop there and she returns the paddle respectfully. You get up, pressing your palms into your hips before they can crawl backward to rub the wide line of pure soreness. This will be a long meeting.