Hanna changes the dress code

Hanna had spent her short commute researching TITS, as the condition she'd just created was known to the non-medical community. It was rare, but due to the explicit nature of the disease it had become a plot point in a number of R rated comedies in the 2000s and had entered the cultural Zeitgeist despite it's lack of actually cases. And that was before even looking at porn, something she wasn't willing to do on the subway, she could only imagine what porn studios had done with her creation.

She'd made it rare, extremely rare actually. There were probably only 200 other women in the country with the disease. Not exactly the numbers needed for support groups or for the average person to know someone with the condition. It might be somewhat common knowledge that it exists, but it would still be treated as a surprised when her condition was revealed. She awkwardly shifted in her seat, wondering just how long she had before her bra no longer fit. She hadn't specified in the rule, only said rapid breast growth, but her quick google searches showed that it varied from woman to woman. She had somewhere from a few hours to a few days. The uncertainty of it left a pleasurably feeling deep within her.

The subway car came to a stop and she exited. Just a few minutes later she entered the towering building the house Frontenac Capital. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor as she strolled over to the elevator confidently. She pushed the call button and stepped inside. The doors were about to close when a hand shot out and stopped them, and a man in a suit stepped inside with her.

She didn't recognize him. It was a big building and Frontenac Capital only occupied the top 4 floors. Still she offered a small smile, "What floor?"

"12." He replied curtly.

She pressed the button for him and leaned back into the wall. She knew there hadn't been enough time for anything to really be different, but standing in this space, so close to a man, she felt a tickle in her throat. It was almost like she could smell it...taste it. It was so close and yet so far...

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. The man stepped out and the doors quickly closed.

Hanna laughed to herself. Taste it? She was crazy. The truth was...she had no idea what it would taste like.

She'd lost her virginity at prom. An awkward, uncomfortable affair. Then she'd moved away for University and never seen him again. Over the years she'd had a few one night stands, but never anything meaningly or lasting. Never anything satisfying. And never, ever had she performed oral sex.

Someone looking in on her life might think it's crazy, a woman who'd never given a blowjob forcing herself to do it every single day or suffer...and well, it was crazy. Hanna would freely admit that. Her fantasizes were rational. They were grounded in reality. But oral sex...no...blowjobs and facefucking...those acts were repeated over and over again in her favourite erotic stories. She wanted to be part of that. She wanted to be **** to be part of it.

The elevator doors dinged again and opened, revealing the chaotic workplace was that Frontenac Capital. She stepped out and immediately saw Sharon. Sharon was the receptionist for this floor. She was supposed to greet everyone, especially the partners. It was her job to be available, to see if Hanna might need anything straight away.

But Sharon wasn't greeting Hanna. She was standing beside her desk, loudly chatting to Kendra about her cat.

With a critical eye Hanna noticed both women were wearing pants. Professional pants for sure. They certainly met the dress code. For now. Hanna understood wanting to be comfortable at work. Wanting to dress like the men. She knew it was hard to be taken seriously in a skirt sometimes.

Still.

Hanna reached her office and shut the door behind her. She sat down and immediately pulled the rulebook out of her purse.

On a new page she wrote Frontenac Capital at the top. Instead of applying this globally, she'd only target employees of this firm.

New Rule: The dress code for women is skirts or dress with hemlines no longer than 6 inches above the knee. Tops must be business casual. Women caught by male employees wearing skirts longer than permitted must be spanked by the person who noticed. Women caught by male employees wearing pants must immediately strip. They may not put those clothes back on inside Frontenac Capital.

Hanna set down the pencil and leaned back. Through her glass walls she could see Sharon and Kendra freak out as they realized they were breaking the dress code, desperately looking around to see if any men were nearby.

Sharon quickly slid around to her desk, hoping the desk itself would hide her pants. Kendra tried to rush back to her desk, but one of the interns saw her. Hanna smirked to herself as Kendra suddenly stripped to her panties in front of the young man. Hanna couldn't hear what they were saying, but Kendra's embarrassment was obvious even from here. She watched as Kendra ran to the elevator, pants in hand.

Of course Hanna never her rule to target just those two. She fought to keep her expression neutral as she stood and left her office, heading for a cubicle just outside. She knocked on the wall of the cubicle and the young man inside spun around to look at her, "Oh hey boss," He said with a smile, "You...oh. Um..." He blushed and rubbed the back of his head, "Ms. Park...your skirt is too long. I know the rule just came into effect now...but I have to spank you."

Hanna had worn a Midi skirt today. Even from a distance everyone would know her skirt was too long. It was perfect.

She didn't show how she really felt though, she frowned and turned slightly, putting her hands on the wall and sticking her butt out, "If you must, go ahead Ned." She said dryly.

He got up, and even thought it was a rule he still hesitated. Eventually thought she felt his hand smack her behind. She turned and scowled at him. He must have thought she was mad at being touched, but really she was just so incredibly disappointed. She'd barely felt that. It was no punishment at all. She should have specified that the spanking had to be hard.

Well, she hadn't brought a second skirt. He wouldn't be the first to try today.

He sat back down and she gave him a withering look. She'd considered asking for his help with her...problem...but now it felt wrong. She needed a stronger man, a man who could overcome her own hesitations. Fortunately, she knew just who to go to.

"Have you finished the report on Imagintron Inc?" She asked her Ned.

He shook his head, "No...but I'll be done by lunch."

"Have it on my desk by 10." She said, turning and leaving him without waiting for a reply. Her fantasies might run submissive, but she had presented herself as a harsh mistress here at work. It wouldn't do to let that authority drop away, not yet anyway. She wanted her corruption to be slow after all.

She didn't go to her office, instead going right back towards the elevator. She paused by Sharon's desk to look down at the young woman, "Sharon, are those pants?"

"S-shh!" Sharon said, "Not so loud. I-"

"I'm not a male employee, but I am your boss. Why did you think it was ok to break dress code?" Hanna asked.

"I...I...it's new! I was already here when it changed. And...and you're breaking it too! That skirt is too long."

"As I said, I'm your boss," Hanna said, "How I dress is none of your concern, but the reverse isn't true. Remove those pants now."

"But then..."

"Would you prefer to run to the elevator in your panties? I saw Kendra earlier." Hanna said. When Sharon didn't answer Hanna smiled, "Remove your pants now, and sit tight while a friend brings you something appropriate. I assume you have friends, don't you? Or if you prefer I'll send Ned over here and you can repeat Kendra's performance."

Sharon gulped, but slowly unbuttoned her pants. It wasn't easy for her to remove them without standing up, but somehow she managed.

"Good." Hanna said, "See that you come dressed appropriately tomorrow." Hanna turned and walked to the elevator. With a wicked thought she grinned. Maybe she'd change the dress code again tomorrow...after seeing what Sharon was wearing.

The doors opened and she went inside, heading up to the top floor. Time to see the managing partner.