New rules

I sat on Ulla’s desk.

Instantly pissing her off.

“Please fuck off, Jack. I’m writing,” she grumbled without even looking up from her screen.

“What’s the article about? I’m still your editor after all.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, sure you are. You just happen to do anything but actually editing during our busiest week of the month.”

“What are you trying to say, Ulla?”

She finally let go of the keyboard. “I’m saying: Please fuck off Jack. I’m writing.”

And then she returned back to her typing. Like the conversation was over.

“That’s not a nice way to talk to your boss. I may have to penalize you for that,” I said ominously.

Ulla sighed, stopping her writing again. She looked between me and Sophie, who was now standing next to me as well.

“It’s pointless for me to tell you what this is. You wouldn’t get it.”

“Try me.”

An even bigger sigh. “Fine. It’s about post-colonialist feminist study that says-“

“Yeah, bin it. I don’t want that shit in our magazine anymore.”

Ulla had reason to expect this, so she just gritted her teeth. Sophie on the other hand…

“Jack? What, why? She didn’t even say what it was about!” Sophie exclaimed.

“Anything to do with feminism is bullshit. Our magazine won’t deal with those lies anymore.”

I could tell Ulla was nearing her last straw. The paper she was squeezing in her hand crumbled to a ball. The old her would’ve quit right then and there. But she knew I was a member of the so-called ‘brotherhood’. I could make her future job search nearly impossible. Or so she thought, anyway.

“What the fuck, Jack?” Sophie spoke up again. “What’s your problem with feminism?”

Ulla stood up, staring me down. It had been quite a while since she last looked this intimidating.

“Go ahead. Let’s hear it. Tell me why feminism is lies, you… pig.” She definitely wanted to say something stronger there, but was holding her tongue in front of her new boss. Could she finally be learning some manners?

Good. Now to bait Ulla.

“Feminism claims to be for equality, right? But it’s such a stupid endeavor, since men are naturally better at everything. It’s unnatural.”

It was time to activate full chauvinism.

Sophie was stunned. She couldn’t believe someone could say something like this nowadays.

Ulla, on the other hand… Under normal circumstances, Ulla would’ve blown a gasket. But now she just stared at me. No big changes in her expression.

That’s because, deep inside, she knew I was telling the truth. Thanks to her trait. She just wasn’t willing to say it out loud.

It was Sophie who reacted first. “Oh my God! Did you really just say that? I mean I knew you were a Cro-Magnon, but-“

SLAP!

Sophie’s own hand just slapped her face.

It was so sudden that she nearly lost her balance from its ****.

Ah yes. Nice to see the “respect lock” in action.

And it wasn’t a gentle hit either. A handprint was already starting to glow on her face.

“So-Sophie?” Ulla asked. “Why did you do that?”

Sophie just stared at her hand, flabbergasted. “I- I don’t know…”

Interesting, Unlike so many other locks, with this both the subject and other people around her would realize that what just happened was weird.

It could become a bit distracting too. I had a feeling Sophie would interrupt this conversation many times by telling me off. And subsequently slap her face silly.

Which in turn could derail the whole feminism-conversation.

For now… I turned the respect lock off. I’ll turn it back on when I could have proper fun with it.

I decided to return back to the subject fast. “Anyway, it’s clear that women are naturally weaker than men. For example. Put any man and any woman in a physical competition. Which one is more likely to win?”

Sophie and Ulla stared at me with hate in their eyes.

“Shut the fuck up. Women can… The only thing that matters is mentally we- we are the same,” Ulla claimed. There was a small stutter there.

She didn’t believe her own words.

I could see multiple painful conflicts appearing on her face. This was what she believed most of her life. But ever since I upgraded her trait… She knew it wasn’t true.

“Oh yeah? Then answer me this,” I continued with a chauvinistic smirk, “How come women don’t rule the world? I mean olden days you could claim men had the physical advantage, but how bout now? What’s the excuse now? If women are so smart, why aren’t they in charge of everything? Or at least something?”

The very first part of her OPPRESSED FOR REAL trait made sure that she fully believed that men were one hundred percent in control of everything.

“I-It’s the system that-“ she sweated.

“The system that men invented? Why haven’t women invented a system to take over?”

“It’s- It’s because- because we don’t want that, we’re more caring… and, and…”

“More dumb?”

She was red in the face. I’m sure she argued about this stuff all the time in her life. This was just the first time she realized how wrong her arguments were. How inept she was in this debate. How she had to look this from another angle.

“Fine, maybe we are not as brain-powered as men are… but we are still all people! We deserve equality!”

Whew. That was quite the admission there.

Finally got something out of her.

I had to test the effects immediately.

Sophie jaw was hanging open. I guess that was a sentence she never expected Ulla to say.

“Sophie,” I turned to her. “Are men smarter than women?”

For at least ten seconds, she was having trouble finding the right words.

“I mean… No, they couldn’t… But… I never thought about like that…”

“Answer me now. Yes or no?”

She rubbed her temples. Some truths she had held self-evident were now evaporating.

“…Yes?” (SOPHIE: +3SP) (+25SP)

Fucking awesome.

I could use Ulla to rewrite people’s beliefs.

I had to go for more.

“Ulla, please tell me something right now. Name one thing women are better at the men.”

“Fuck you. There’s…. um…. There’s….”

Oh dear. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that. It looked like Ulla’s head was about to explode. Too many of her deeply held beliefs were deleting themselves at the same time.

“Ulla, what the fuck? We are better learners, we have better hygiene, we are better investors, we multitask way better, we are more conscientious workers… I mean come on! You should know this stuff!”

Ulla looked embarrassed, like a scolded child.

“yeah, um… that,” she mumbled.

I could see it in her eyes.

She didn’t believe any of those examples.

Ulla wasn’t prone to lying. She fought for her ideals, the things she believed in deeply. Lying just made her feel bad.

Damn. If I could only make her say it out loud.

But she was still too deep in denial. And I couldn’t **** her to say that, her submission wasn’t high enough.

Time to raise it up, maybe?

Wait, if I could get her to say that stuff to Henrika… That could destroy the self-esteem of Henrika, making her price a lot lower…

Maybe I should focus on Ulla tomorrow? Come up with a proper game plan? I’d probably have time during the day, the Maria-operation was during the night…

Yeah, I’ll have to consider that.

“But I’m sure both of you agree, that since men are smarter than women, I’ll make a better editor than Gretchen. Right?”

“How dare you! Gretchen was an awesome boss!” a pissed-off Sophie shouted.

“Yeah, fuck you,” a visibly shook Ulla mumbled to herself.

“You guys don’t believe me? I can prove it to you. Lana, come here.”

There was no way Lana wasn’t secretly listening to the whole conversation. She stood up so fast after hearing her name, it felt almost like I had just caught her committing a crime or something.

She marched quickly to Ulla’s table.

“Y-yes?”

“You see,” I continued, this time talking to all three of them. “Gretchen was a way too forgiving boss. As women tend to be. Me on the other hand…”

I quickly bent Lana down on Ulla’s desk, and lifted up her skirt.

The white panty line was the only thing covering her crack, her buttocks shone with the morning sweat.

Both women gasped.

Lana was only mildly shocked. The things she had gone through the last two days… You’d have to do a fuckton to shock her now.

“My demands are tougher.”

SPANK!

Lana’s buttocks bent and molded under the **** of my hand.

Lana bit her lip. She was fairly used to this now, she didn’t need to scream over just one spank. Even though I made it a hard one.

Ulla and Sophie were speechless.

Ulla from shock, Sophie from… lust? Her face had turned 20 times more crimson since Lana arrived. I guess just seeing me and her together got her loins burning, as she was fidgeting in place now.

“Lana wrote a bad article yesterday. This was her punishment. Just one spank. For now. You can consider this a warning.”

I had the rapt attention of all three women.

“I will be instituting new rules in the office pretty soon. Failures will be punished. But not nearly as badly as disloyalty. Or lying. You see, I understand Lana tried her best. But if she was untruthful…”

I let the thought hang in the air, as I gave Lana’s ass a light, but forceful tap.

“This… is harassment… ****… everything, I-“ Ulla started.

“What was that Ulla? Do you wish to make a formal complaint?”

I stared her down, while roughly squeezing Lana’s ass in front of her. Lana couldn’t help but make a small squeak.

Ulla didn’t answer, and looked away.

I took that as a promising sign.

“So Ulla. Seeing this, don’t you think a man will make a better editor than a woman? Oh. And please be truthful. I’ll know if you lie.”

Ten seconds of silence.

I got tired of waiting.

I gave Lana’s ass another rough spank.

SPANK!

Lana let out a small, painful scream.

That seemed to wake Ulla.

She finally met my eyes, and twitched nervously.

“Y-Yes?” (ULLA: +4SP) (+26SP)