To recap... Carolyn had just recieved a sound spanking from her boss, Robert. She had actually volunteered for this spanking rather than have any blemishes on her employment record. Remember 'good jobs' were impossible to find, and even 'bad jobs' were hard to come by!
The 'company strap' was introduced early on in chapter 1. In this chapter, you'll see how the 'company paddle' is put to good use ensuring production workers meet their daily quotas. You will also see the formality and rigid process company uses in their daily group punishment sessions.
Just Another Day at the Office after WWIII - Part 3
by Tiredny
She reluctantly decided to leave her
white underpants in her purse as the material was cotton and a very crude fiber
at that. There was just no way she
wanted that scratchy material against her pulsing, throbbing, sore hind
cheeks. At least the company provided
slip was made of nylon and did not cause undue irritation as she sat at her
desk. Sitting, of course, was NOT her
preferred position. She'd much rather stand for the balance of the day, but she
knew that Robert would never allow.
She was wondering what in the world
had made her be so bold as to “propose” to Robert. She could have lost her job and that would
have been an absolute disaster.
Fortunately, not only did Robert NOT get upset, he said he'd discuss the
idea with his wife, Margaret. That meant there was some hope for her and
Robert. Then she started worrying about
Margaret and what would happen if Margaret got upset. Could she still be fired?? Would Margaret
demand that she be punished for being so bold? Would Margaret want to punish her
herself... maybe even with the company strap?
As these thoughts and worries were
swirling around in her mind, Brenda Madison entered the office suite and
greeted Carolyn with a somewhat timid, “Hello, Carolyn. Am I at the correct time for my sales quota
review?”
Carolyn quickly snapped out of her
daze and answered, “Brenda, good to see you!
Yes, your timing is perfect and here are your official results to give
to Robert. Congratulations!!”
“Oh, NO! What did I just say???” Right after she congratulated Brenda, Carolyn
knew she had made a huge mistake. She wasn't supposed to share results with the
salesgirls. If Robert knew, he'd be very
angry.
Brenda, on the other hand, responded
with a relieved, “Pheeew, boy that is good news!! Don't worry, Carolyn, I'll
act surprised for Robert. I've been
worried all morning about that company strap.
Last night, Joe, my boyfriend, gave me a good whipping and I am soooo
sore!”
“Uh OH. What happened?”
With a slight grin on her face Brenda
answered, “Well, it seems I called Joe's bitch of a mother ... a BITCH!
Unfortunately, Joe heard and was furious.
So, he ... well ... you already know what I got. Sitting is something I
won't be doing for a while, and I'm so glad that I won't have to face that
damn strap.”
“Well, I'm happy for you, Brenda.
Just remember to act surprised or Robert will be using that darn strap on me,”
whispered Carolyn. Then in a much louder
voice Carolyn shouted, “Mr. Morgan, Brenda is here for her review, should I ask
her to sit and wait?”
“No, please send her in,” replied
Robert.
Brenda quickly entered Robert's
office. “Hello, Mr. Morgan! Carolyn
asked me to give you my review folder,” Brenda said as she passed the file to
Robert apprehensively.
Robert quickly opened the folder and mumbled,
“Uh huh!” He then reached down and
opened one of his drawers.
While he was doing this, Brenda
looked terrified and thought, 'Oh NO!
What is he doing? In those lower drawers he keeps a company paddle. Am I going to get the paddle instead? Was Carolyn
not giving me the full story?'
While she was lost in worry, Robert
pulled out 3 REWARD CHIPS. He quickly handed them to Brenda and added,
“Congratulations on a fine month!! 3%
over quota, Brenda! Nice going! You deserved these chips and I hope you
enjoy.”
Once again Brenda breathed a sigh of
relief, “Oh thank you, Sir! I worked really hard last month and this morning
just before I came here, I closed another good deal.”
“Well, that's just excellent,
Brenda. Are you planning to spend or
'bank' your chips?” queried Robert.
(REWARD CHIPS could be used as money in fine restaurants or SAVED to
offset swats on months when the quota was missed.)
“Oh, I'm definitely taking my boyfriend
Joe out to dinner tonight. Last night we
had a little 'tiff' and I need ... well I need to make amends. So, thank you so very much, Sir! Next month I'm shooting for 4 Reward Chips!”
“Perfect and as always, Brenda, if I
can help in any way to make a sale, please don't hesitate to call me.”
“I will, Sir! You can be sure of
that. You just don't know how much I'd
rather have chips ... than swats with that company strap. Bye now!”
As Brenda left, her parting words
struck Robert. He was delighted to hear
that his incentive system really and truly worked. He often wondered with all the spankings
working women got, if his swats made any real difference. Brenda's comment, however, made it clear that
his salesgirls really dreaded the formal discipline and especially “that
company strap”.
~00O00~
Actually, this strap was 'invented'
by the women's prison system as a means to punish prisoners in a quick and
efficient manner. This strap did just that as often the prisons would have a
dozen or more inmates to punish for rule infractions. Then, with so many requiring discipline, an
instrument was needed that would give a memorable punishment with as few
strokes as possible so administrators could cycle through the punishment list
fairly quickly. This strap, composed
of black rubber stitched to a think leather top, worked just as intended.
Naturally, such an instrument would
NOT work well for serious PUBLIC punishments where the intent is to punish, but
at the same time provide a significant deterrent to the assembled inmates
watching. Problem is the hind cheeks and
thighs on any inmate getting over 20 swats would become numb to additional
swats. Either a cane or a lighter strap
(made mostly of leather as opposed to rubber) would work better on these prolonged
punishments.
The goal of achieving the maximum
deterrent for an inmate in a PRIVATE setting could easily be achieved, however,
with this compound strap. Something like
a dozen swats before bed repeated for two or three days would break even the
most hardened inmates.
~00O00~
As Brenda was leaving, a group of
productions workers wandered into the office suite. They were here for the “noon parade”. Well, it wasn't really a parade. Instead, at noon every day those production
workers, who failed to meet yesterday's daily quota, were sent to Robert for
some “encouragement”. Naturally, all of
the production workers were females and rarely were they married. About half had boyfriends with the balance
being totally single. Today's group had
two teens - 17 and 19 years old. Then
there was one older worker aged 37, which was fairly uncommon. (A worker this old and experienced rarely
attended a “noon parade”.) Like Carolyn, this woman had just gone through a bad
break-up and subsequently, lacked concentration. The remaining women were in their early to
mid 20's.
As they slowly walked in, Carolyn
took control just as she did every day.
She identified and looked up the discipline history of each worker. Once all the paperwork was completed, in an
official tone Carolyn explained, “Ladies, today we have a total of six who
failed to meet yesterday's quotas. Three
of you have clean records. That is, you
have NOT been here for “encouragement” in the past three weeks. While the remaining three have been here only
once in the last three weeks.
Fortunately, no one has had multiple visits. Therefore, there are no
candidates for mandatory immediate dismissal.”
A huge sigh of relief was forthcoming
from the assembled women.
Carolyn continued, “You will be going
into Mr. Morgan's office in just a minute for your spankings, but before you
do, I need to ask whether anyone would prefer immediate dismissal. So, one by one please state for the record
whether you choose dismissal or a spanking.”
As their names were called, each of
the women dressed in their blue jean overalls, said in a clear voice, “I'll
take the spanking, Miss.” (Now, this formality was repeated every day and all
workers understood both their options and the exact wording they were to
vocalize.)
Once she had recoded the responses,
Carolyn instructed, “OK, ladies, please follow me into Mr. Morgan's office, so
we can get this unpleasantness over as quickly as possible.”
“Mr. Morgan, we have six in today's
“noon parade”. Two attended a parade
last week. One was in a parade two weeks
ago and the remaining three have clean records.”
“Thank you, Carolyn,” said Robert and
he continued, “Ladies, you are here to receive 'encouragement' to achieve those
daily quotas, which we take most seriously.
As I'm certain Carolyn has already explained, 3 missed quotas in a three-week period calls for immediate dismissal.
Those who attended parades in the last three weeks will get 1o
swats. So will those repeat offenders
please move to the right-hand side of the punishment table. The remaining three will get 6 swats and now
if you'll kindly move to the left-hand side opposite the repeat offenders,
we'll get started.”
Once everyone was in position,
Carolyn, who always remained for these punishments, opened one of the bottom
drawers on Robert's desk and retrieved a company paddle. This is identical to the paddle that Carolyn
had experienced while working in the secretarial pool. Her “experience” with that paddle is something she'd never wish to
repeat. While working in that pool, Carolyn was never able to take her
paddlings quietly as did some of the more “experienced” secretaries.
As far as she was concerned the paddle hurt something dreadful and she
knew that these women would all walk out of Robert's office with red eyes,
running noses, sore, throbbing hind cheeks, and an extremely strong desire to
never, ever attend another “noon parade”.
Once everyone was in position and Carolyn handed
the paddle to Robert, and he issued the following command, “Ladies, it's time
to prepare so kindly lower your overalls and underpants to your ankles.”
At this command, all six offenders immediately
lowered their clothing for everyone had heard the rumor that extra swats were
given to the slowest, and... NOBODY wanted additional swats.
Robert was pleased with the quick response, and it
is true that he would have awarded additional swats to any and all laggards. He
then instructed, “Ladies, please bend over the punishment bench and support
yourself on your elbows and forearms.
Now, for the next few minutes were going to work as teams. Move your hands towards your teammate's. That is, the person across from you. Then, interlock your fingers so that you
have a good grip on each other. The
swats you'll be getting will hurt plenty and the natural tendency is to rise up
and cover up. Neither of which is
permitted. Your goal is to receive all
16 swats - 10 swats for the repeat offenders and 6 for those with clean records
- WITHOUT violating the rules. A failure
on the part of one member of the team is a failure of the team. Upon failure, no matter how many swats you
have taken, we start over until all 16 swats are taken in accordance with the
rules. As for additional rules, there
are some. You may yell and cry as much
and as loud as you want, but under no circumstances will we allow profanity or
disparaging remarks about the company, Carolyn or me. As before, a failure on
the part of one member is a failure for the entire team. Finally, since you are
teams, you are welcome to talk and encourage your teammates. Ladies, are there any questions?”
All six quickly answered, “No, Sir! Thank you,
Sir!” Again, this was a 'scripted'
answer.
~00O00~
With six bare bottoms presented in perfect position for his paddle, Robert was confident that the lesson he was about to teach would be remembered for a long, long time. He noticed that the naked, white cheeks on the two teenagers were quivering and trembling in fright. 'Strange!' he thought, 'Surely, they've experienced the paddle many, many times in high school. Although, those slender, well-formed behinds are undoubtedly most sensitive and when slapped hard by his company paddle, will cause their owners to scream out in agony. What a contrast to the older workers! Their hind cheeks were patiently waiting for the paddle to teach them life's lessons. All he could fathom was this difference was due to experience. Those teenagers have never experienced the company paddle and their only source of knowledge about it was the stories they'd heard from their fellow workers.'
He then recalled fragments of a conversation he overheard between two workers a few months back. It went something like: “... you just can't imagine how ungodly painful that paddle feels on your bare behind...” Well, if that's what they were telling each other, he clearly didn't want to disappoint them! Robert was resolute that no offender would exit this room without shedding tears and making pledges to better their performance.
~00O00~
“Of course, Sir!” answered Carolyn as she looked
at the six bare bottoms sticking out in perfect position to receive their
“encouragement”. She knew it would be a real challenge for them to hold
position, but also knew they had a far better chance as teams. She noticed several of the bottoms had marks
from a recent punishment and this was perfectly normal.
The two teens, however, had small, compact, totally white bottoms.
What was unusual was the oldest offender had a
bright red bottom. Indeed, her hind
cheeks looked quite sore, and Carolyn guessed she probably had gotten a good
spanking from her foreman this morning.
Usually it was the younger, inexperienced workers who, while fretting
over their upcoming paddlings, earned spankings from their superiors due to
concentration issues. (All offenders knew, since the end of the day yesterday, that they had missed their quotas and would be soundly paddled in the next
“noon parade”.)
Robert then moved to the first offender on the
far right, began tapping his paddle on the bare cheeks, and asked, “Why are you
here?”
That first worker quickly answered with the
proscribed, “For 'encouragement' to meet my daily quote, Sir!”
“Excellent,” responded Robert then he lifted the
paddle high in the air and brought it down and then slightly upwards so that the
paddle landed flush on the under-hang where the slack, white cheeks were their
heaviest and had the most padding. A loud CRACK exploded and both cheeks
were visibly driven upwards.
“OWWWW,” yelled the offender and she
then starred straight into the eyes of her teammate with a look of
determination.
Robert moved to the next offender, which happened
to be our oldest offender, and looked at the red, welted and bruised globes of her bottom. He began tapping the paddle as a way to alert
the offender and asked, “What happened to you?”
She answered, “My foreman was upset with my lack
of concentration. He gave me a dozen 'reminders' with his strap, Sir.”
“Very well, and why are you here?”
“For 'encouragement' to meet my daily quote,
Sir!”
At that, Robert once again lifted the paddle high
and delivered a hard CCRRACK to the red, relaxed cheeks. As the paddle penetrated the soft cheeks it
set them juddering and wobbling until they returned to their natural round
shape.
With an already pre-sensitized bottom, the
offender simply screeched out. “YOOOOUUUWWW THAT HURTS! OH, PLEASE SIR, NOT SO HARD!”
Robert continued around the table asking the
standard question and delivering hard swats with the company paddle. No one remained silent as the initial swats
were intended to get everyone's undivided attention. Then Robert came to the
first 'virgin'. That is, this was her
first time in the noon parade. She responded to the standard question with the
correct answer and then clenched her teeth and clenched her cheeks as hard as
she could. Even clenched, her white
cheeks were trembling in fear.
Robert knew this was a huge mistake as slack,
relaxed cheeks could better absorb the energy of the hard swung company
paddle. At age seventeen, she should
have known better, as by this age she'd experienced dozens upon dozens of
spankings. She'd never, however, been in a “noon parade” and never experienced
the company paddle before. Further, when
she asked her fellow workers about the “noon parade”, they all told her of the
horrors of the company paddle. They told her the pain was simply indescribable
and guaranteed her; she'd never want to experience it again.
There was nothing Robert could do, so he swung
the paddle as he had with the others delivering a solid CCRACCK right
across the middle of both cheeks.
The young worker jerked in a reflex reaction as
the paddle bounced back from her clenched hind cheeks. She couldn't believe the pain and screamed
out, “OOOWWWWW! MY GOD THAT
HURTS!” At the same time, she
desperately pulled her hands in an effort to comfort her bottom. Fortunately,
she was met with firm resistance from her teammate, who said, “Hey, settle down
there! You still have five to go and I
don't want extras, because you can't take your spanking. Now settle down! I'm getting spanked just as hard as you. Now relax!
Stop clenching your teeth and your bottom. That just makes it worse!”
Robert meanwhile had moved to the slightly older
teen and once again was confronted with a tightly clenched bare white
backside. Again, he delivered a hard
swat, which bounced off the well-formed bottom, and had the teen bucking,
crying and trying to stand up. Her
teammate also yelled instructions, “You're OK.
Yes, it hurts, it hurts ... but you'll live. We'll all live. Now settle down and stop clenching. When the paddle bounces off your clenched
bottom it stings right to the bone. Make
your cheeks go slack and it won't hurt as bad.
Haven't you learned that by now?”
The young worker answered that she'd never
experienced anything like this company paddle before. That even the bare bottom paddlings in school
were nothing compared to this.
While the “teams” were discussing and encouraging
each other, Robert continued walking around the punishment table dispensing
hard swats as he went. By the fourth
trip all conversations had ended as the participants were too busy crying and
begging for the paddlings to end. In addition, there were no more clenched
cheeks as the two teens no longer had the strength to clench. Their sore hind cheeks were weaving and
bucking, which presented no aiming problems to an experienced disciplinarian
like Robert. The crying and screaming of
the two teens drained them of all remaining energy. Even the veteran workers were gushing tears
and pleading for the paddlings to end.
Undeterred, Robert continued the rounds until all
participants had received six very sound swats. At that point he stopped and
indicated, “Very well, ladies, you have successfully completed the first stage
of your 'encouragement'. Those of you with the clean records are finished, but
let me warn you. If you return before
three weeks elapse, you'll be getting the full ten swats like your teammates
will be getting now.”
“You three, that are finished, are still on the
team, however, so you better hold tight.
That is, if you don't wish to repeat those six spanks.”
Several rather loud “Yes, Sir's!” were then
heard.
Robert then delivered the remaining twelve swats
(4 each) fairly quickly. This left the
three veteran offenders crying loudly with tears running down their cheeks and
mucus dripping from their noses. Once again, Robert felt a sense of accomplishment
as he was quite certain, all of these offenders would achieve their quotas
rather than attend another “noon parade”.
Robert then called for silence from the offenders
and told them to stand up and walk over to the wall keeping their hands on
their heads. “Walk” was probably an
incorrect term for with overalls and underpants at their ankles all the women
could do is a little shuffle over to the wall while sniffling. They were then told to face the wall and bend
over slightly. Carolyn meanwhile went to
her desk and retrieved her camera. She
then took of a picture of six very red, trembling and blistered backsides. Each parade's picture was projected onto
large screens so women entering and leaving the company would be reminded of
the consequences of failing to meet their assigned quotas.
Robert then in an authoritative voice commanded,
“Ladies please replace your clothing and go quickly to the cafeteria for some
lunch.”
As they were pulling up their clothing, there
were several “Yes, Sir's” and “Thank you, Sir's” coming from the punished
women. Robert, of course, preferred the
term “encouraged workers” and this term had some merit. Half of the “encouraged workers” did NOT go
to the cafeteria, but rather returned to their assigned workplace and immediately
began working. The few that went to the
cafeteria, grabbed whatever food they could find and then they also returned to
work. Not one of these “encouraged workers” wanted to risk missing today's
quota.
Carolyn went back to her desk and completed all
entries in the punishment logs. She was
just so thankful Robert had given her a sound spanking rather than swats with
that company paddle. The thought then
struck her: If she became Robert's girlfriend, how would Robert dispense
domestic discipline? She further
wondered whether he had instruments at home like the company paddle and
strap. Oh well she reasoned: If things
worked out in her favor, she'd find out soon enough; and in all probability...
too soon!
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