Yes.

Christina had a very productive afternoon. She didn't get much done in the lab, but that is exactly why she hired an excellent staff. They were all hard at work. Christina was fine to stand at her desk but her aching bottom was still and occasional distraction. She re-budgeted the rest of her project and had goals she felt confident her team could meet for a modest amount of additional funding. She went through the budgets of the next few years and trimmed them such that withing four years, the net budget would be what had been agreed upon. She was confident they would bring in more external funding as their product moved from the lab bench to parties that could invest in this effort.

She looked at the clock and it was 8:30. She walked through the lab and saw everyone was gone. There were usually at least a few stragglers around at this time, but it looks like it was time to head home. Christina did not have time to micromanage everyone's schedules. She expected they would delivered the assigned tasks on time and all would be fine. Her new schedule would mean a new schedule, but they would announce that once the new budget was approved.

At home Christina had a light dinner and went to shower. She looked at her bottom in the mirror and saw the marks from her mistakes over the last two days. She must learn and this method certainly seemed to affect her. She was just glad she was punished this way instead of going on display. That would have been an even bigger waste of time than the corporal punishment and corner time, although corner time was a type of display, it was never more than 30 minutes. Her facility used an internal display system similar to the one female police officers were subjected to. She was sure she had seen folks displayed in the building but must have paid it no mind since she couldn't recall.

After her shower, Christina put on her pajamas and decided she wouldn't wear panties or bottoms tonight as they irritated her damaged bottom. The next morning was a new day and Christina had a renewed focus and was confident in her budget. When she got to work, nobody else was there but folks trickled in over time. Admittedly, She had arrived a bit earlier than usual. She sent the new budget for review and went to the lab to see what changes would be needed to accommodate the new schedule, if approved. There were a few female researchers gossiping and they gave Christina a sympathetic look as she approached.

Christina did not need them to remind her of the last two days. She remembered whenever she sat down because a few welts and bruises were still present. She would go to the nurse and get it inspected to see if she could report Davis for an overly harsh punishment if every moment of her workday wasn't critical. Besides, she felt more focused than she had been in a while and that constant reminder kept it on her mind. Christina found herself thinking if these ladies had a sore bottom, the may have their performance on their mind instead of gossiping and some performative sympathy for their boss.

Maybe Christina was just agitated because she didn't sleep well and the physical pain and emotions of humiliation combined with the stress of replanning her work were too much and she was lashing out. She dismissed it and went about her business.

At lunch she got a notification that her revised budget was accepted with no need to make an in-person justification for the change. She was excited and scheduled a meeting on the next Monday to go over the new schedule. The afternoon was spent in her office again making the materials that needed to be covered to bring her team up to speed for the revised plan. She left around 5:30 and saw that many were also leaving or had started to clean their workspace, an indication they were preparing to leave. That was fine, the work schedule was going to change drastically soon anyways so taking it easy today and tomorrow may be good for morale.

One the way home, Christina saw one of the nurses on display near the front door of the facility. The lady had been stripped fully and had her legs spread and her arms on her head. There were blocks on the floor keeping her legs spread just a little too far to be comfortable. She was squirming. Her bottom was red and had marks that looked like it was from a supervisor's standard issue paddle but she also wore a butt plug. The size of the plug depended on age and disciplinary record. Christina had experienced a butt plug once in the past, but it was issued by university security and her charge was sever, so it had been coated with ginger. She was squirming and everyone could see right in the cafeteria where everyone could see.

Christina looked the nurse up and down. She seemed to be a young Persian girl. Christina felt a bit of sympathy, but kept moving to go home. She needed to send out the notice tomorrow would be a shorter work day since many of the projects would shift next week.