By DJ Black
Part One, Welcome to Alpha Corp began here.
Tandy walked out of Tony’s room still naked below the waist shamelessly displaying a generous and heavy black bush and a heroic bare bottom that held a deep russet stain. She was crying and trying to shrug it off; walking with some dignity to stand and face the wall next to Sara and Jenny Chen.
The reception was still staffed, but no one there so much as glanced her way; although the now thinning parade of staff leaving for the day included several who paused to take in the scene.
Tandy may be an exhibitionist but Sara felt her face melt. The 30-something dark blonde was still immaculately turned out and only the divided skirt at her back to display her bare bottom in anyway detracted from her style. She hated this, 30 mins facing the wall on public display had broken her down and she no longer felt as sanguine.
She was a senior manager being treated like a junior in her own office, her choice, but she resented having to make it. Not that she opposed the policy. It had served her well when she had been a trainee; up and coming young women needed a good spanking and often. She was no exception, nor was she now, but even so.
“Ms Chen,” Tony said from the doorway.
The 28-year-old corporate lawyer sighed and turned to face her fate.
“She has a nice arse,” Tandy said, but her tone was humble her words were very wet. It was a bid to own it.
“Be quiet,” Sara scolded or I will send you back for more.
Tandy rolled her eyes. This was probably her life for the next 20 years, still the pay was good. “Never seen a man or even a boy stood out here,” she muttered.
“Don’t be insolent, you know the policy,” Sara hissed as gently as she might. Talking in purdah was strictly forbidden.
Inside the two Asians regarded each other with very different attitudes.
Tony Wong was casual and avuncular. He regarded his colleague with an appreciative professionalism, not completely without regard to her exposed bottom, but not leering either. Her embarrassment and vulnerability was the point after all. He couldn’t help it if he loved his job.
Jenny Chen was combating a knot in her tummy the size of a melon and her mouth was sandpaper dry. The happenstance that her bottom was not her own was a fact of her life, but to date few men had seen her so revealed, her spanking coming mostly at the hands of her mother, Madam Dragonfly, her governess, and Sara.
“What?” she didn’t know what else to say.
“Just bend over that padded apparatus there, you saw how Miss Jones arranged herself,” he said with a disarming smile.
Jenny nodded and approached the strangely arranged furniture with apprehension.
“That’s right, kneel just there and lean over,” Tony instructed.
Jenny took a deep breath and then obeyed, knowing full well that she was fully revealed at this angle and totally vulnerable.
“Your first time?” he said, knowing that it was.
“Yes,” she whispered, “Well, first time here I mean.”
“Tell me about your governess,” Tony said, he found that idle conversation distracted his colleagues on such visits and first-timers more than most were apt to make a fuss.
“Um…” Jenny was thrown by the question and tried to resent it. “My parents… I mean, well school wasn’t good, not good enough anyway… I was a bit of a rebel… tiger mom, you get it…”
“Not really,” Tony said absently as he went to the cabinet to select a paddle.
Jenny shrugged, “I got spanked at home, of course, what girl isn’t but… my grades… I welcomed it I think. Madam Dragonfly is a lifer from the guild… very strict… it worked and I got straight As within three months and a place into Legal Prime… my parents kept her on to keep my nose to the grindstone, so to speak.”
“She spanked you?” Tony picked his paddle.
Jenny adjusted position, an old habit, arching her back to present her bottom as she had been trained. “Only when I am good, that’s a joke, a spanking… let’s say that is an understatement.”
“Eyes forward,” Tony said as moved behind her, “You spoke of her in the present tense?”
“Yes, she is part of the family, but takes her vocation very seriously. As I said, she has an indenture for life from the guild… she has management of my personal development until I am married… if I marry. My current contract is for five years renewable; marriage and any serious relationships are prohibited, as I think you know.”
“Strictly speaking yes,” Tony said and then without ceremony spanked Jenny Chen’s proffered bare bottom with full force.
Jenny gasped and went on panting for several seconds as she rode the burn. She was about to say something but Tony didn’t wait and spanked her again. She yelped.
“Oh God,” Jenny said as she breathed rapidly.
There was another spank that landed hard and under her bottom so that she was lifted and jerked forward; then another.
“How am I doing?” Tony asked as he paused to consider the dull red stain marring the young lawyer’s bare bottom, “Tight eh?”
Madam Dragonfly’s corrections tended to be sharper, but this was quite bad enough and coupled with the public element Jenny was struggling. If this was a reprimand she prayed that she was never actually punished. She almost said that she had worse, but tempting fate seemed suicidal just then. “Tight enough,” she groaned.
Tony spanked her again and then on hearing her yelped, yet again.
A dozen spanks later Jenny Chen was close to tears and she had found the zone. It was a surprise when Tony told her she was done.
“Back outside facing the wall if you please,” he told her.
“Yes Sir,” she managed, but her bottom was on absolute fire.
***
Tony followed Jenny out a few minutes later and considered the row of three bare bottoms; two very red and one nicely virgin and ripe for his attention. He loved spanking Sara and so rarely got the chance. As a SEA she was marked out as Director Cain’s personal property, but at Alpha Corp that cut very little mustard when a young woman was due a correction. In his opinion Alan Cain was much too soft with her.
“Sara, if you please,” he said after a mong moment contemplating her bare bottom.
Sara sighed and then with a deep breath she turned and with as much dignity as she could muster walked to meet her fate.
The men at reception affected a studied indifference as the cool blue-eyed blonde crossed the atrium floor to the HR studio he expensive dark burgundy business that marked her out as an SEA skirt parted behind to expose the epic curves of her bared bottom; white for now. They could speculate that in 30 or 40 minutes it could match her dress.
“Tony, how do you want me?” Sara offered the HR disciplinarian a studied smile. It was hard to retain face when standing bare-arsed before a colleague you exchanged small-talk with at the end of year parties and other social events.
“The usual,” he said returning a professional smile, “Oh that’s right, it has been a while for you,” he added, not quite resisting the little dig, “You have only had Director Cain’s attention for quite a while.”
“Oh Alan is quite strict and quite thorough when the need arises,” Sara countered, reminding the man of her special relationship to the organisation’s number three and resenting the slur to her boss.
“Strict? What eat off the mantelpiece strict?” Tony asked.
Sara blushed and wondered what he had heard. “He is quite effective,” she told him as she took up position and presented her bare bottom to both Tony and any passing colleague leaving for the night.
“So am I,” Tony told her.
“I remember,” Sara said ruefully, apprehension now getting the better of her.
The paddled landed with a force Sara had forgotten. She grunted and gritted her teeth as the burn expanded in her behind. With a studied detachment she tried to deconstruct the pain but Tony added another swat making her jerk up on the frame and lose focus.
“Okay,” she said breathily and squirming as she winced. “I can do this… ahhh.” The escaped yell from the third swat was a shameful one and she cursed.
The next followed and then another, leaving Alan Cain’s Senior Executive Assistant squirming and gasping as vigorously as any of her junior colleagues had.
“Yep okay,” she nodded, as if acknowledging a point made in a meeting, but the only meeting today was the paddle and her bare bottom, “I can do this, I can…”
The paddle seared her again and her face screwed up in consternation. She remembered the two men outside at reception, she stole a glance back over her shoulder through the glass; there were smirks and the one woman was laughing about something as she chatted with the two men. I won’t cry, I won’t fucking cry, she steeled herself.
Tony landed the paddle again taking her high where Sara’s bottom curved upwards. She did a shimmy with her behind and hissed at the contact. He spanked her backside again and again.
“I trust you will remember to behave,” Tony said as he spanked her bare bottom once again, somehow harder.
“Yes,” she announced, it was a shout through clamped jaws.
Tony spanked her three times very hard all very low so that the woman gave out with yelps that were decidedly shrill. “I want you to write me a thank you note for this,” he said, “And flowers would be nice.” He swatted her another five times at four second intervals right on the lower curves usually reserved for sitting. Then he added, “And a letter of apology to Director Cain for having failed him.”
“Yes,” Sara shouted; there were tears now and her right nostril blew a bubble. I won’t fucking cry, she told herself, ignoring the runnels of moisture down her nose and over her lip to her chin.
“Alright,” Tony said at last, “Consider yourself reprimanded.”
Sara could have kissed the man; it was finally over. In Asia she had heard that female employees had to kiss the shoes of their chastiser in a kow-tow position with their bottoms in the air in front of witnesses. She understood that sentiment now.
“Thank you,” she said, not sobbing but her face was wet and there was no hiding her tears. It was embarrassing, but then that was the point.
“One hour facing the wall outside, the others too,” Tony told her.
Sara nodded and studiously avoided looking through the glass to reception.
***
Sara didn’t speak as she took her place next to her two junior colleagues. With any luck anyone she knew well would already have left for home and the late grafters wouldn’t come down from the offices above until they had been released.
“Well?” Tandy said after a half a minute, she sounded desperate, “Are we done?”
“One hour, we have to stand here for one hour and then we can go,” Sara sounded like a boss again, “So shut up and learn from this, we deserve it, we really do.”
“Go Alpha Corp,” Tandy said sarcastically.
“I said shut up Jones or you will come back tomorrow,” Sara told her.
Jenny Chen faced the wall impassively. It was shameful, but she understood it. Madam Dragonfly would very much approve. She only hoped that she would not find out. The honourable governess could get quite imaginative at reinforcement punishments.
Tony thought about going home. He could leave instructions for their release with reception. It was a nice view, he thought, his eyes scanning the three red bottoms presented by the women in the corridor. There would be other bare bottoms tomorrow and everyday if experience was anything to go by. Taking Sara Mulligan down a peg or two was always fun and she had a very nice bottom; he let his eyes rest there.
However, it was Jenny Chen who interested him today. Her home story was classic, she was so accepting too. Of course he knew of many Tiger Mothers who employed such methods, many of them with European heritage too, it was quite the thing in the modern age. But mostly daughters were free of such close management once out of college.
He crossed the room and checked his messages. There were no more miscreants pending and his first appointment the following day was at 8.30. He yawned and locked his terminal. The lights went out as he left and he locked his door with his tag.
“Goodbye ladies, have a nice evening,” he said as he passed the three women standing in timeout. He paused at reception some 30 meters away to have them release Sara and the others in 50 minutes.
***
It had been a reprimand not an out and out punishment. Enough to stain her bottom red for days and give her night sleeping on her tummy, but by breakfast she could just about sit down; although she chose not to. By the time she got to the office Sara was ready to face the day, notwithstanding that she could feel it where she sat after the previous day’s spanking at the hands of Tony Wong in HR.
Teri Tame was already at her desk when Sara arrived; it was perhaps no surprise. Sara tried not to blush. The woman had seen her standing in timeout with her nude behind on show at reception only the afternoon before and given that Teri had been late on her first days he took the hint.
“We need to get you started properly,” Sara said, deciding to tough it out.
“Yes, yes of course…” the 24-year-old trainee took a deep breath and then asked, “Does that happen often?”
“Does what happen often?” Sara asked innocently.
“The… you and those other women… you know… what I saw…” Teri was puce and wished she hadn’t spoken up.
Sara was about to call her out for insolence and then thought better of it. The whole reason junior staff and middle management were reprimanded that way was to serve as an example.
“You mean the official reprimand,” Sara said.
Teri was still blushing, but she nodded.
“Every day, it happens every day,” Sara said with a shrug.
Teri gaped, “You…?”
Sara laughed, “No, I…” she relaxed, understanding Teri sudden apprehension. “Yes, it happens almost every day to someone. It is a large office. I suppose it happens to juniors several times in a year, more senior staff might go months or even years without an official sanction of any kind; me for instance. You might have been alongside us given your tardiness yesterday, but I cut you some slack. To be honest some departments are stricter than others. You are unlikely to get a formal reprimand for being a minute of two late in this department. I shouldn’t say that, should I?”
Teri licked her lips and said very quickly, “I won’t be late again, really I won’t.”
Sara smiled and wanted to reassure the girl, but there was a balance to strike, she had to understand consequences. “I am sure you won’t, but there will be other things you can get wrong, probably will get wrong, sooner rather than later I am afraid…” she shrugged again, “You’re new. Don’t take it to heart. I only meant that Director Cain is unlikely to worry about micro-managing you, he leaves that to me and I am not going to involve HR over petty offences, yesterday was… an outlier. No, if you are more than 5 minutes late or late more than once or twice you will find yourself over my knee and not downstairs,” her smile was meant to be reassuring.
Teri blushed again and made to speak again, but all she could manage was, “I see.”
“Alan spanks me when I am out of line, quite often in fact,” Sara said with a shrug. She was blushing too, she didn’t admit such things usually, but everybody knew because everybody did it.
“Oh… yes, I see,” Terri wished she hadn’t opened this particular can of worms.
“You went through selection and then basic, you must have… well you know about this more or less surely?” Sara said, “It is what you signed up for, please tell me you didn’t take a wrong turn at the water cooler and are really here to bring the sandwiches.”
Teri laughed and shook her head, “No,” she was smiling now, “It is just that… well I thought… no you are right.”
“You thought that it was going to be theoretical and rare event that would only happen to someone else?” Sara smiled again; she didn’t wait for the acknowledgement. “We all thought that, believe you me,” she added ruefully and her face made an exaggerated wince.
Teri dug deep to appear sanguine but her heart was racing; she felt an until naïve fool.
“Listen kid, don’t over think it. It may never happen,” she grimaced and then drawled, “But… yeah, it will. I need you focussed on your job, I am pretty easy going, but I believe in Alpha Corp and its ethos… so screw up and you and I are going to have a little talk. Keep screwing up and you get to see Tony Wong. Does that make sense?”
Teri nodded.
Part three to follow soon…
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