Office Discipline

After Jules smoothed her dress down in the back and stepped away from me, she said.

"Wow, you were right Carol. I wouldn't have believed you if I hadn't experienced it for myself."

Carol instructed me to get up and turn around and face them. Jules was leaning on the desk with her hands folded under her breasts, smiling wide-eyed. Carol was still seated behind the desk with her feet up. I was standing before them, stripped except for the panties at my feet.

"So, Jules called yesterday afternoon, and said that Susan had filled her in on what was happening and that she was very interested in participating in any other personnel management sessions that I was thinking of, as she was just starting an MBA degree and was going to specialize in human resources and personnel and was interested in how to organize and run an office."

Jules was looking on wide-eyed, almost expectant, as I stood naked before them, panties still at my ankles.

Carol continued, "The key to maintaining good discipline is controlling disruptive behavior. In my experience 90% of people are fine and reasonable - it's only the few that need special attention, and the sooner you can do it the better. Michelle has much more experience than me with this and she told me that you have to be very firm about offering them the the choice of staying or leaving. Coercion is not very effective. For example, Jamie here can leave anytime if he doesn't want to accept the office rules. Continuing to work here is his decision. The CEO just gave him a very clear choice - a bare-bottomed spanking or a pink slip."

Looking at me, she said, "Isn't that right, Jamie? You want to keep working here so you accept the rules and agree to obey orders from your superiors."

Humiliated and shamed by the way that Carol was speaking, I nodded quickly. She continued,

"Michelle told me that everything has to be done by the book. The employment agreement that everyone signs has legal language about 'disciplinary' measures that covers these procedures. Obviously there isn't anything directly about 'spanking' in the personnel manual, but it is included in the general language around 'corrective' options. So Jamie here was told that he either went over Michelle's knees, or he was going to be terminated. Actually, she told me that there is something deeply symbolic about an employee, man or woman, lying bare-bottomed over your lap. Must be the humiliation, because after that they'll do anything - even literally kiss your ass. This one of course finds it erotic. Look at his ridiculous cock."

Then she added, "Although I have added my own flourish to this with the lingerie. I can't wait to show Michelle!"

As the two women were speaking my erection was unmistakable.

Finally, Jules spoke up, looking quizzical.

"I've never spanked anyone over my knee before. Could I practice on him do you think?"

"Of course," replied Carol, telling me to remove the panties and get a straight-backed chair for Jules from the hallway outside. Leaving the room with my erection waving in the air made me even more self-conscious of what was happening. I placed the chair in the middle of the room, Carol hung the panties on the chair back, as Jules sat down. Carol continued with the instructions.

"The key of course is not the pain but the embarrassment and shame. As I said, it is much more effective if you have them strip naked and stand before you as you tell them why they are about to be spanked."

I was instructed to move over and stand in front of Jules so she was staring directly at my erect cock and balls. Not having anything to scold me over, Jules just started in amused silence while Carol narrated the events that had taken place in Michelle's office.

"The look on his face when I stripped him naked was priceless - he was embarrassed and aroused at the same time. The moment he went over my lap, I knew he would never be rude to me again."

After a minute or so of this verbal torture, Carol told Jules to position me over her knees. Smiling, she excitedly patted her bare lap. I obediently lay over her legs, my cock underneath me. As per Carol's instruction, I bought my hands to the small of my back.

"Wow, this is a delicious feeling," said Jules. "What power!"

"Just hold his wrists with one hand and rest the other on his backside," instructed Carol. "Give him a little squeeze. Run your fingers along the crack. Now just slap his bottom enough to make it jiggle."

Jules carried our Carol's suggestions and bought her hand down on my ass and slapped me a few times almost playfully.

Just then the phone on Carol's desk rang. She answered it using the speaker. Michelle was on the other end.

"We're here. Bring him down."

My mind convulsed as I lay naked over a strange woman's lap. What was Michelle doing here? And who was the "we?"

As I was bought to my feet, Carol asked Jules if she had bought the accessory from the shop she'd suggested. Jules' face lit up as she reached into her bag,

"Of course, I've always wanted a chance to try these things."

Jules remained seated and parting her legs, pulled me by my cock so I stood between them and proceeded to buckle a half-inch wide, six inch long, leather strap around the base on my cock and balls. This had the effect of making them protrude out even more obviously. Carol picked something up from the desk and handed it to Jules - a chain link dog leash!

"Go on, like we spoke."

Jules smiled wickedly as she took the end of the leash and attached it to a hook on the leather band holding my genitals captive.

Before I could really comprehend what was happening, Jules had gotten to her feet and was tugging me to follow her as she headed for the door. Carol gave her directions to Michelle's office as the door was held open.

This was so far beyond anything that I could even imagine, that I didn't have the conceptual framework for locating my experience, moving through what was usually a public space in this absurd manner, naked and leashed, Jules gently pulling me by my balls, Carol walking behind me staring at my ass.

As we entered Michelle's large office, a greater shock greeted me - Claire was sitting on the couch, wide-eyed! Helpless but aroused, the shame hit me even more, to be exposed in this way before a twenty-year old college intern.

Seeing the shock on my face, Michelle explained her presence.

"I always check-in with all my employees, even interns, and when I asked Claire about her experience, she was positive about everything and everyone, except one person, who was constantly creeping her out with his sexist comments and stares. As a business studies major, I thought it would be good for her to see how a problematic employee should be dealt with."

"So, Claire, the first thing to understand about what is happening is that this is Jamie's choice. There are things he did that are fireable, and he accepted the disciplinary consequences to keep working here."

Looking at me, "Isn't that right.?"

Jules was still holding the leash attached to my genitals, but I somehow nodded my head. Carol then piped in.

"Oh, I have forgotten something in my office - those pretty yellow panties that Jamie bought for himself yesterday. Claire, would you be a doll and take him back to get them?"

Saying "of course," Claire got up from the sofa and Jules handed her the end of the leash.

No, this couldn't be happening!

Claire was really a beautiful girl, golden shoulder-length hair, a tight body with modest, but seemingly firm breasts, and a luscious, rounded bottom. She was wearing a white long-sleeved square-neck shirt (that revealed her cleavage in a tantalizing way) and distressed faded blue jeans that showed glimpses of her toned legs. And she was holding a leash attached to my balls! Not only that, but she was moving out of the office and pulling me behind her. My legs would barely move as she firmly led the way down the hall.

Mesmerized by everything, not least her undulating bottom before me, I followed with small steps down the hallway. She kept looking back at me, smiling slyly, and I thought of the strange sight we must make to anyone watching. Once we got to Carol's office, she stopped and look at me expectantly and I realized she wanted me to get the panties from the arm of the chair where they had been left. Having to do this, not only in front of her but at her direction, intensified the feelings of mortification that were already flooding through me. Walking back to Michelle's office in the same manner, but now holding a pair of women's panties in my hand, took it to a new level - although I did not realize yet that worst was still to come!

As we arrived back in Michelle's office, there was a murmur of soft conversation in the room - it sounded so normal, until all eyes were back on me. Carol took the panties from me, while Claire released the leash so it hung between my legs, and took a seat on the sofa.

In a firm, no-nonsense tone, Michelle announced,

"Good, let's get on with the main order of business."

Looking at me she asked, "Carol told me that you refused a direct order from her, is that correct?"

It was ridiculous that the "order" was to lose my erection by jerking off in the changing room in front of an anonymous young girl, but I knew that it was pointless to argue. Picking up the hanging leash, Michelle led me over to Debra, sitting legs-crossed, tight leather pants, hands in her lap, on "the chair." Unclipping the leash, she proceeded to roll a condom down my still hard cock, and looking directly at Claire, said,

"He can't always control himself and I don't want him to mess up these pants, so this is just in case he has an 'accident' like he did before."

Claire was not even trying to hide her amusement. I had never felt more humiliated. How could I ever face her again?

As I was trying to unscramble my confusion, Debra firmly guided me over her lap by my now encased cock, with my weight resting mostly on her left thigh which elevated my ass and positioned my cock positioned almost naturally between her legs. Without being told, I moved my hands behind me, where they were held, as the slaps started coming, alternating between my cheeks. After ten not very hard slaps, I was instructed to spread my legs apart and felt a hand possessively fondling my still tied balls. This was new!

Leaning down and almost whispering, Debra told me to turn my head and look at Claire sitting on the couch. As I did, staring into her amused but disbelieving eyes, the shame hit me even more. There was no hiding, psychologically or emotionally, from this. Then I heard the snap of a latex glove, and a lubricated finger moving up and down the crack of my ass. Before I could stop myself, I was pleading with the woman who had me helpless over her lap,

"Debra, please no, not this, not in front of Claire, please, I'll do anything!"

But there was no reasoning with her, and as her left hand continued to hold my arms in place, a finger penetrated my ass, first just a half inch, then an inch and then the whole finger was slowly moving in and out. I was being fucked in the ass over a woman's lap while a group of females watched my punishment! All the time I was being forced to stare at Claire, who was ogling what was happening with a huge smile on her face. By this time, I had lost any sense of where all the others were. Only Debra's probing finger and Claire's sparkling eyes had any relevance.

On every stroke in, the finger would be held there, stimulating my prostate, and I could not help but start to hump Debra's lap. Looking over at Claire, everything, the physical, emotional, sexual and psychological stimulation was too much for me and I came uncontrollably into the condom, moaning loudly, madly humping Debra's legs. Finally exhausted, I just lay over her lap until she withdrew her finger and removed the latex glove. Even then, I was left draped, naked and humiliated, ass-up, over her leather-clad legs. Finally, someone helped me up to my feet, positioning me before all the women. Because of the leather strap around my balls, I had not deflated fully, and the condom was still on me, its tip almost busting with the ejaculate.

Carefully, Debra pulled the condom off, but instead of throwing it away, gingerly handed it to Claire, whispering something in her ear. The young woman shook her head no, but Debra encouraged her to get up and come over to me, the used prophylactic dangling from her hand. Seeing what was happening, Jules jumped up and asked if she could help. Michelle, of course, agreed.

I was told to kneel back on my haunches as Jules tilted my head back and held it firmly, her face right next to mine, telling me to, "open-wide."

Saying, "I'm really sorry Jamie, but this is for your own good, so you'll learn some respect," Claire proceeded to squeeze the slimy contents of the condom into my open mouth, with the instruction to "swallow." The sound of cruel female laughter reverberated in my ears, as the salty discharge overwhelmed my taste buds. How had I gotten into this situation? Was there a way out? And most confusingly, as my cock started to twitch uncontrollably, did I even want one?

To be continued......