To recap… We are 5 years after the official end of WWIII (The Great Muslim War) and re-populating the earth was the prime objective. Billions died while the conflict raged on and when ended, left the remaining population unbalanced. The death toll was heaviest among men, leaving the world with five females to each male.
So, a “new order” was created. Men assumed all positions of leadership, management and decision making. Women worked exclusively for men and there really weren't that many jobs, as so much was destroyed during the war. For single women, scratching out a living was NOT easily done.
Needless to say, men were expected to maintain order both at home and at work. So what follows is a typical day at the office...
Just Another Day at the Office after WWIII - Part 2
by Tiredny
Deborah Watson had just left Robert Morgan's office after having received 8 hard swats on her bare behind. This was the penalty she incurred for missing her sales quota. Indeed, failure in all organizations (companies, schools, home, prisons, government offices, etc.) was met with physical discipline for females. The discipline dispensed at Robert Morgan's company was no different than anywhere else.
Females had the option to refuse punishment, but
that meant instant dismissal. Jobs were hard
to find and good jobs, like at Robert Morgan's company, were very, very
scarce. The lack of jobs coupled with
the lack of any “safety net” meant that females without jobs were forced to
seek food and shelter from their families.
If they were married or had boyfriends, upon dismissal they would always
get a very hard spanking from their man.
Most times he would then march them back to their supervisor and request
a “double punishment” and then possibly re-instatement. For “unattached” females they would be forced
to return to their homes where their fathers would treat them in a similar
manner.
And so, females were accustomed to being disciplined and never, ever refused, for the consequences of such refusal were always significantly worse.
~00O00~
As the door closed behind Deborah, Carolyn, Mr. Morgan's secretary, walked into his office and uttered, “You asked to see me, Sir?”
“Yes, Carolyn,” replied Robert, “I wanted you to
know that I'm writing you up for persistent lateness. As you know, you were late again today and
that makes three times within the last two weeks.”
“OH, Sir,” cried Carolyn, “Please don't! I had a rough night after a bad break-up with
my boyfriend. I was so distraught that I
got very little sleep.”
Robert looked at Carolyn and calmly answered,
“Carolyn, your excuse is you were distraught?
I mean you've only been going with
“Husband!
I am 23! There are NO available
men my age! My nephew just got married
six months ago at age 16 and now they are expecting their first child. My only
hope is to find a decent boyfriend.”
“Well, I can't help you there, but nevertheless,
we can't have you showing up late for work, Carolyn,” Robert stated in a rather
authoritative tone.
Carolyn responded in a polite, and serious tone,
“I know, Sir, and I am truly, truly sorry, Sir, but please don't write me
up. I love this job and don't want any
blemishes on my record. Won't you please
consider a few swats with your strap? I
mean, I'll gladly take a full dozen or more ... if you think…” Naturally, Carolyn was fully aware of the
discipline Robert dispensed in his office on a daily basis.
“Well, if you'd rather 'wipe the slate clean', I
suppose we could handle the matter with a good sound spanking. The strap we typically reserve for more
formal punishments. Um, I believe you
indicated that I had a free period at 10:00 am, so ... why don't we plan on
settling up then?”
“OH, thank you, THANK YOU, SIR!!” Carolyn exclaimed with a huge smile and let
out a huge sigh of relief. “You can be
certain that I'll be ready, Sir. In the
meantime, Patty Wasserman has her review at 9:00 am. That's 5 minutes from now and she missed her
quota by 6.3%. If by chance you finish
with Patty early, I'll be ready. That
way ... you'll have plenty of time to give me a good spanking.”
As she was saying this, Patty entered the office
suite. Patty was 38 years old, but looked
more like 28. She stood tall at 5' 7" and was impeccably dressed. In many respects she was like Deborah: strong sales experience, dedicated to her
job, married and will be punished again at home by her husband.
“Good Morning, Mr. Morgan, how are you?”
“Patty, I am doing OK. These review days prevent me from working on improvements
to the automatic packing machines, but I guess this is important too. Carolyn tells me you missed your quota by
around 6%. Is that correct?”
As he was saying this, Patty stepped out of her
high heels, reached under her skirt and removed her panties. She then bent at a slight angle and pulled up
both her short skirt and slip to present a completely bared behind to Robert. In a rather subdued voice she said, “Six
sound swats it is, Sir. No point in
wasting any time. I know what I need to
do to improve my performance and it's all documented in my improvement
plan. Now, Sir, if you kindly provide me
with a little incentive to quickly implement this plan, I'll be on my way.”
Robert walked to the wall behind his desk and
removed from the hook the dreaded company strap. This strap was a real beast. It was an exact duplicate of the straps used
in women's prisons and was pretty much identical to the straps used throughout
corporate
Walking back to Patty, Robert saw a bare bottom
that was bright red in places and purple in others. He then commented, “Patty, I believe your
hind cheeks could light up this room.”
“Yes, Sir, don't I know it! My husband, Bob, gave me a hard spanking with
the bath brush before bed last night.
Just before I left for work this morning, he gave me a quick
“refresher.” Then before bed tonight,
I'm due for another and all of this ... because I overspent on our credit
card! When he sees your strap marks, I
really don't know what he'll do. There
is no question that Bob will 're-enforce', but he might make me wait until
Sunday. This way he 'gives me something
to look forward to' plus by then my bruised hind cheeks should be clear of
those awful 'brush marks'.
“Well, Patty,” remarked Robert, “this presents me
with somewhat of a problem. I'm NOT sure
your husband will be able to see any marks left by my strap on your bruised,
welted backside. I'm afraid you'll have
to take all six swats on your thighs.”
Patty, stood straight, released her skirt and
slip and pleaded, “Oh, Noooo, Sir!
Please not that. That really,
really HURTS plus my customers will know I've been spanked. I promise you Bob WILL know about my spanking
today, because ... I'll TELL him as soon as he gets home. If you'd like, I'll have Bob call you to
confirm?”
“Patty, I know I can trust you, but it's
important for Bob to see the marks left by our strap. And as for your customers, there is no shame
in a girl getting a well-deserved spanking.
Indeed, your customers discipline their staff in exactly the same manner. OK, OK ... what I will offer is 3 swats on
your thighs and the final three on your hind cheeks. Now this assumes that the three swats on your
thighs will welt up and turn bright red.
Bob needs to understand that we are serious about meeting our sales quotas.
Next, those red welts on your thighs will confirm to your customers that they
are doing business with a 'well-disciplined company'.
This can only help you in making your sales quota!”
“Oh, thank you, Sir! That is a very fair compromise. How would you like me to position myself?”
replied a relieved Patty; relieved that she would only get three swats on her
thighs rather than the threatened six.
Robert answered, “Well, you have two
options. The first option requires you
to lie on your back on my punishment table. You then lift your legs up and wrap
your arms firmly around your knees ...”
Patty immediately jumped in, “Oh Noooo! Not that way!
Pleaseee NOT like that!”
Robert continued, “QUIET!! That's one option and the PREFERRED option
when the recipient is due ten or more 'thigh
cracks'. Your other option is to remove everything
below your waist and lie face down on my table.”
Upon hearing this, Patty began unsnapping and
unzipping her short skirt. Once her
skirt was off, she next removed her slip and placed both garments on a nearby
chair that already held her yellow nylon panties. Patty then looked around for the 'punishment
table'.
Robert instructed, “Patty, give me a hand moving
this table to the middle of my office. I
should have used it earlier. Now I
realize I'll be using it a lot today.”
Together they moved the heavy table away from the
wall and placed it so that there would be sufficient room for “full swings” on
all sides. Patty then climbed up on the
table and lay face down with just her feet hanging over. Robert unhooked the heavy fabric belt at the
end, wound around Patty's ankles and then back to the hook so that her feet
were completely immobilized. At the other end he did exactly the same, but with
her wrists. This table was very solid
and was designed to hold the recipients securely so that punishment could be
dispensed in a very efficient, effective manner.
Robert took the company strap and laid it on
Patty's white unblemished, firm thighs. The purpose in doing this was to get
the correct range and also to select the specific target area. He decided that the first stroke would land
approx. three inches below the hem of Patty's skirt. Robert knew the purchasing people that Patty
called on and was quite confident a few visible welts would “open doors”.
He raised the strap over his back while watching
Patty's unmarked thighs begin to tremble.
“OK Patty here we go. Six sound
strokes of the company strap to serve as an incentive to implement your sales
improvement plan.”
Patty quickly murmured in a subdued voice, “Yes,
Sir. Thank you, Sir!'
The strap landed with an explosion ....
CCCRRAAACKKKK
“YEEOOOOOWWWW!” shouted Patty and she continued,
“OH OH how that hurts on the thighs!!”
Robert well understood that while this six-swat strapping
would hurt, the brush spanking Patty got from Bob was a far more severe
punishment. Further, from previous
punishments he knew the Patty never, ever remain quiet during her spankings.
Robert then aimed for an area about a half inch
higher on her thighs .... SSSMMAACCCKKK
“OWWWWWW!
Please Mr. Morgan, please give my thighs a rest!”
“Sorry, Patty, but I told you that I NEEDED TO
MAKE SURE that the strap left good visible marks. So hopefully here comes the last ... CCCRRAAACKKKK
“YEEOOOOOWWW!
Those are just MURDER! Ok, no
more spanks on my thighs ... right?”
“We'll see,” answered Robert as he then quickly
delivered two solid swats to Patty's red squirming hind cheeks .... SSSMMAACCCKKK .... CCCRRAAACKKKK
“Ouch!
Ouch! Ouch! One more ... only ONE MORE,” moaned Patty as
she was breathing deeply.
“Yes, one more is correct, but I'm afraid, Patty,
your solid thighs are not providing the bright red color I desire, so unfortunately,
I'm forced to give you this last swat right on top of the first.” Robert then brought the strap down with as
much force as he could and he did, as promised, lap the first swat. CCCRRAAACKKKK
“YEEOOOOOWWWW!
Lord in heaven that HURTS! OWWWW
.... OWWWWW .... owwwwww!”
Robert then returned the company strap to the
hook behind his desk. Meanwhile, Patty
continued to moan and cry, and all the while tears were coming out in
buckets. Robert then walked to Patty and
placed his hand gently on her burning thighs.
He commented, “Yes, the welts are rising and the color, especially of
the first swat, is progressing nicely.
Now, Patty make sure you don't switch to a longer skirt. Believe me; these red welts will serve you
well when making sales calls. Further,
if asked the reason for them, be sure to mention your missed quota.”
“Yes, Sir.
Of course, Sir,” responded a well spanked Patty.
Robert then removed both of the woven fiber belts
and Patty climbed down.
While massaging her sore thighs and jumping from
foot to foot, Patty remarked, “Thank you for my spanking, Mr. Morgan and you
can be certain that next month I'll be getting REWARD CHIPS.”
“I'm sure you will, Patty. Now please see Carolyn and have her take a
picture of your thighs and enter the details in the punishment log.”
“Yes, Sir, and thank you for NOT giving me the
entire punishment on my thighs!” said Patty as she grabbed her shoes and
clothes and headed for Carolyn's desk.
~00O00~
As Patty walked out of his office still caressing her sore thighs, Robert recalled that he always felt a sense of accomplishment after punishing Patty. He further wondered whether that was due to her vocalization and often rather loud vocalization upon receiving a swat. At the same time, he remembered that he did NOT get this same feeling when punishing women, who only exhaled a muffled hiss between clenched teeth upon receiving their swats. In spite of their lack of vocalization, he could tell by their involuntary movements and trembling that ALL recipients felt the pain of the company strap and all at about the same intensity. It's just that some women had been trained to avoid screams of pain or vocal protests of any kind. They were trained, so that on failure to remain quiet, they were guaranteed additional punishment during which they had to avoid any outbursts as the punishment was applied.
Robert never understood the purpose of such
training. He felt that crying and
screaming reduced them to the status of “disobedient children” and that
reduction in status helped them learn their lessons. Of course, Robert was familiar with the two
most common arguments in support of enforced silence:
1. wives and girlfriends were often punished late at night when the children were sleeping. Many families felt it was important that children got a full and undisturbed night's sleep. Then there was the issue of whether children should know about the punishment of the adult women. Most men were NOT concerned if the children knew and some even punished children, girlfriends and wives all together during regularly scheduled weekly sessions (i.e. every Monday, Thursday, Saturday after the evening meal). There were, however, a small minority, who withheld that information so as to maintain the “status” of the adult females. This was especially the case when these females were expected to dispense discipline to the children when the head of household was not available.
2. most schools allowed minor transgressions to be punished right in the classroom. The argument for silence went along the lines of “NOT disturbing other adjacent classes.”
Robert was dismissive of both arguments as he felt there were plenty of commercially available “gags” that when used properly would reduce all screams and cries to acceptable levels. Further, he felt that other females benefited greatly from hearing and seeing punishments and that is why he always left his doors open when dispensing discipline.
~00O00~
Shortly after Patty left the office suite, Carolyn walked in barefoot and wearing just her white slip and pale green blouse. That is, she had already removed her tight, dark blue, knee length skirt and unbeknownst to Robert at this point, everything else underneath her slip. In an almost cheerful voice she exclaimed, “As promised, I'm ready, Sir! I mean ... um, you know ... to get a good sound spanking.”
“Excellent, Carolyn. Would you please bring that stool in the
corner to the center of my office,” requested Robert as he went to his desk and
removed from the bottom drawer his 'well used' clothes brush. While this instrument was NOT used on the
sales force, it was used far more frequently in informal punishments like 'on
the spot corrections' for office or production workers. The “brush” had long lost most of its bristles
and was quite a bit bigger and heavier than a typical hairbrush.
Carolyn was easily able to drag the rather heavy,
tall stool to a place in the center close to the punishment table. Several years back, Robert had purchased two
of these stools and kept one here and the other at home. He felt that tall, round stools provided a excellent
means to get recipients in the perfect position to receive hard spankings. In
addition, if he wanted naughty females to think and worry about what their
upcoming punishments, he'd often have them sit on the stool facing the corner
for an hour or more beforehand.
Once the stool was in place, Robert climbed up, sat
and placed both of his feet on the sturdy bottom rung. This made his lap quite level, but rather
high up. He then commanded, “Carolyn,
please remove your slip and everything else below your waist. Then, place yourself over my knees.”
To say the least, Robert was most surprised to
find Carolyn completely nude below the waist once she stepped out of her white half-slip.
She then placed herself as ordered, across his knees with her hands and feet
hanging well down. Both were foot or more off the floor. To Carolyn this position was NOT new as she
had seen several office workers getting their due from Robert in this same
position. Then in her senior year in
high school her business etiquette teacher favored this same position. Carolyn had been spanked over a dozen times
that year - bare bottomed at the front of her business etiquette class.
Carolyn just assumed that bringing her hands back
to shield her backside was a serious breach just as it had been in high
school. Consequently, she grabbed the
lowest rung and she gripped it as tight as she could. She told herself that no
matter how bad the pain, she would NOT let go.
Indeed, 'covering
up' would frequently lead to an escalation
of instruments. That is, instead of the
clothes brush, Robert might switch to the company strap or the company paddle.
Another thought that entered her mind is she
would just love to have Robert as a 'boyfriend'. This
provided another reason for Carolyn to take her punishment with as much grace
and dignity as possible. She knew that
screaming the place down and waving arms and legs would be looked on as childish
and completely unprofessional by Robert.
Meanwhile Robert was admiring the soft, full,
white cheeks with the deep separation that lacked any signs of a recent
punishment. Carolyn had been his
secretary for four months, and this was the first time it was necessary for
Robert to punish her. It wasn't,
however, Carolyn's first punishment at Robert's company. Prior to working for Robert, she worked in the
secretarial pool in accounting. Her
supervisor, Martin Boldger, punished secretaries with the company paddle and
Carolyn had experienced many trips across Martin's desk getting her bare hind
cheeks blistered by that paddle.
That paddle swung by Martin hurt so bad that she
could never take a paddling in complete silence like some of the secretaries.
Everyone knew just how well a secretary took her punishment because like
Robert, Martin always left his office door open. The screams and cries of the well spanked
secretaries worked wonders encouraging others to do their very best work. Carolyn prayed that the clothes brush would
NOT hurt as bad as Martin Boldger's paddle.
This was also a very familiar position for
Robert. At home he would often punish
his daughters (age 16 and 14) in this identical position. Further, this was also a very popular
position for punishing his wife, Margaret.
Like Carolyn, his daughters would have their bottoms bared and for an
instrument, at home he had an exact duplicate of the deadly clothes brush.
Margaret's spankings varied, however. If
she were to be punished along with the girls, she would be positioned in the
same manner as them. If, on the other
hand, she was going to be punished in private, Margaret knew she must remove
ALL her clothes. Failure to do so only earned her a session with that old
prison strap!!
While his daughter's averaged a spanking or two
each week, Margaret's need for correction had tapered off much in the last few
years. During the first few years of
their union, Margaret averaged two to three punishment sessions each week.
Today, however, it was more like two to three spankings each month.
Robert understood that the key to reducing the
frequency of spankings was to make each spanking memorable. With that in mind, he decided to give Carolyn
twenty-five good hard swats with clothes brush and at least five of those on
her tender thighs. He rarely demanded that his recipients count the swats, for
he felt if he was applying them correctly, i.e. hard enough, counting would be
out of the question. As he raised the
brush over his head, he warned, “Here we go. Hold tight, Carolyn!”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered and then continued, “I'm
truly sorry about being late so often, and I know I deserve to have my backside
soundly spanked.”
Robert then brought the brush down hard and it
landed with like a clap of thunder that reverberated around the room ....
CCCRRRAACCKKK!
Carolyn yelped softly and tensed every muscle in
her body. Her first thought was that
this was no whereas near as bad as the company paddle, but then she remembered
the bookkeeper who was spanked just last Thursday. She screamed and cried throughout and left a
huge puddle of tears on the floor. While Carolyn was thinking about that
bookkeeper, Robert delivered another hard swat to the opposite cheek ....
SSSMMAACCCKKKK!!
Again she yelped, but her volume increased only slightly.
Robert continued delivering sound, hard swats
while Carolyn's volume and squirmings continued to increase. By the time the count reached 13 .....
SSSMMAACCKKKK!!
“Ouch!!”
CCCRRRAACCCCKKKK!!! “YOOOWWWIE!!”
Carolyn's bottom was reaching boiling point and
her legs were kicking wildly. At that
very moment, Robert decided to direct the next six swats ... three to each
soft, white thigh. The very first of these landed on her right thigh just
immediately below her hind cheek.
CCCRRRAACCKKK!
“YYYOOOUUWWWWW! NOOOOOOO, NOT on
my THIGHS .... PPLLEASSEEEE!”
The next swat he aimed for the same thigh about
an inch lower down.
CCRRAACCCKKK!
“YYYOOOOUUUWWWWIEEEE!
PPPLEAAASEEE NOT MY THIGHS!”
Robert continued landing the planned swats on her
thighs in spite of her pleas. He knew
from previous experience that these six swats made the entire spanking truly
“memorable.” The final four swats he delivered directly on her throbbing,
twitching bottom causing both hind cheeks and legs to buck and jerk
convulsively each time the brush landed. Thus, the spanking ended with Carolyn
in tears and crying loudly.
As with Patty, Robert felt a strong sense of
accomplishment and was fairly confident he'd have no more problems on
punctuality with Carolyn.
As she stood up, Carolyn vigorously rubbed both
her bottom and thighs in an attempt to alleviate the intense sting she felt in
both areas. While doing this she hopped
from foot to foot and briefly wondered whether the hopping might be helping
more than the rubbing. Neither was
actually doing much as her backside was one mass of fiery pain.
As she was “dancing,” she noticed a significant bulge
in Robert's pants as he stood up. She looked at Robert and timidly offered,
“Would you like me to take care of that, Sir?”
“Carolyn, you know I do NOT engage in
promiscuity.”
“Well ... if you took me as a girlfriend, that
won't be promiscuous,” Carolyn replied in a trembling, nervous voice. She knew she was on “thin ice” here as she
could be fired for making this suggestion.
On top of that, she feared rejection from Robert and after her bad
break-up, her self-esteem was already at a low point.
Robert thought for a minute and then said, “Funny
you should mention 'girlfriend'.
Margaret was saying just the other day that I should really get one or
... possibly two. Margaret says we are
not really doing our share in re-populating; especially as she can no longer
have children. My problem has always
been time that I work long hours re-building this business and at the same
time, trying to get these old production machines working again. Now, Carolyn ... you understand that as a
'girlfriend' I'd expect complete and unquestioned obedience?”
“Of course, Sir.
I have been punished by all of my boyfriends and everyone knows that
boyfriends spank their naughty girlfriends.
Well ... I do NOT plan on being naughty; although... you know… mistakes
happen. Next, as for your time
availability, think about how convenient it would be for both of us as we work
together all day long. Finally, I'm quite certain after getting my first spanking
from you, that Margaret would love fewer red bottoms at home ... I mean we'd sort of 'share the wealth'.”
“Hmmm, you might be on to something there. Well, get dressed. We have work to do. I'll talk to Margaret tonight and let you know about your offer first thing
tomorrow.”
“Oh, thank you, Sir! I promise I won't disappoint you, if you
decide to ... decide to .... um you
know.”
Nicely done, well written.
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