Your presentation comes to an end.

The applause as you finish up your presentation seems heartfelt in addition to being polite - you see Alex wince slightly as he claps with his spanking hand. There are a few questions, which you answer with ease, and it's not long before Alex and Lorelei are exchanging satisfied looks.

"I think this is the approach we want to take," Alex says. "Send us some paperwork and I'll sign it. I look forward to working together"

You bask in the approving eyes of your supervisor and your girlfriend as he continues, "I do have one more question - sorry these rules are so new - are the product demonstration and the show of good faith spankings intended to be the same event? I'm a little unsure as to the etiquette. "

There's an awkward silence, before Diana volunteers, "I do feel a little strange being the only lady present who hasn't been spanked yet. Especially since I'll likely be on the receiving end of some of these implements at some point during the course of this contract. "

"And I haven't offered a good-faith spanking to our counterparts at all yet," Lorelei chimes in, "I wasn't sure what's appropriate when one is the client, but I would think better safe than sorry, right?"

"Perhaps a group spanking would be most appropriate?" Chris suggests, and you quickly agree. There's a bit of bustle as the conference table is cleared and the three of you arrange yourselves - Lorelei insists you take the middle spot on account of your recent spanking, and before you know it you find yourself bent over the table with your bottom thrust out into the air, hemmed in by your girlfriend's bottom on one side and your counterpart's on the other. You can only imagine what a site the three of you must be making as Chris and Alex lift your respective skirts and slide down three pairs of undergarments, the air conditioning feeling heavenly on your sore and sensitive skin. As Alex and Chris discuss implements an idea seizes you, and you reach out, taking Lorelei's right hand in your right and Diana's left in your left. The two recognise what you intend, and by the time the two senior men have settled on a pair of paddles, your forehead is resting on Diana and Lorelei's clasped hands.

Diana lets out a short scream as Alex's paddle lands loud and crisp on her outthrust bottom. "Now I'm sure I can trust you to do your very best on this account," he says before moving on to you. "Isn't that right?" He adds, his paddle contacting your sit-spots as he speaks the last word. You sniff and manage to get out the necessary 'Yes, sir' without whimpering outright, but it's a near thing - the paddle is much more painful than Alex's hand, and on your sore, extra-sensitive bottom it feels like pure agony! You feel as though you can feel every single nerve ending being tortured individually.

"And you'll be sure to provide these ladies with whatever help they need, right Lorelei?" Alex asks his employee, who manages a strangled-sounding "Of course, Sir" as Alex moves past her.

Diana's hand grips yours painfully as Chris begins his first round, twin spanks landing to your left. You have barely enough time to push your own bottom out in anticipation before both your your sit spots explode in agony - only the comforting grip of your fellow spankees gives you the succor to think you'll make it to the end.

It's a long spanking. All three pairs of hands on the conference table are wet and salty before the senior leadership decides it's enough.