Naked at Work

Chapter 2. Punished

Security led the pair to the theatre where maintenance staff were busy setting up two heavy trestles and fastening them to the floor. At five to three Sonja from Flagelistics arrived and inspected the arrangement. Sonja, Flagelistics never divulged the surnames of their staff, was a tall very well built woman in her late twenties. From her unsmiling expression and general air of efficiency, no one doubted she would have no mercy but would apply each stroke with equal power and elicit the maximum amount of pain.

"Fasten them down please," she ordered. "More pillows under the stomachs if you please." Sonja made slight alterations to the position until she was satisfied the offered buttocks were in the best position for her to strike them. From her bag she took two heart monitors and positioned their display screens so she could see them. The heartbeats were regular but faster than normal. "Remove their gags please. I don't want them choking. Put your fingers in your ears if the screams upset you." A microphone had been added to Sonja's tunic so her voice came over clearly. Claire immediately started pleading and begging but Sonja totally ignored it. Turning to the camera she spoke, "I have been asked to apply sixteen strokes of the No. 2 cane to the buttocks of the man and woman before you. The cane we use is a synthetic one, made from a material designed to hurt and leave deep welts without breaking the skin unless one stroke is applied on top of another. My training is such that this will not happen. The welts will show clearly for at least a month depending on the person and probably will not fade completely for a year. They will be a long-term reminder of their wrongdoing. Should the subject pass out, which happens quite often, they are revived by an electrical impulse sent through the heart monitor leads, therefore the caning should continue without a break. I shall cane each one in turn to give time for the pain to penetrate and for its effect to fully reach the brain. I will spray the area with an antiseptic before and after the caning. This will not deaden the pain but will help to prevent infection. It will be up to those in charge of their after care whether or not they are allowed analgesics." Sonja bowed slightly, then sprayed the captive's bare arses and then picked up the cane. "Ladies first." For the first time her face showed a glimmer of a smile.

The cane crashed across the back of Claire's thighs, well below the junction with her buttocks. Claire let out a tremendous howl and a fiery welt appeared which was relayed in graphic detail to the monitors in the other rooms. "I've had to start low," Sonja explained dispassionately to the viewers, "Because with sixteen strokes I need to cover a wide area so that none cross. As you may well imagine, welts across the back of the thighs are particularly painful and will make walking difficult for a few days." She moved and gave Ken his first stroke. Never in his life had he felt anything as painful. He too yelled. "With a male, I have to make sure the testicles are well back from the thighs unless caning them is part of the punishment. In this case they are not."

Sonja continued her commentary after each stroke and even brought a little humour into it. There was no humour for the victims though. Only shear agony. After the fourth punitive stroke, Claire's monitor gave a piercing beep. "This one just passed out but she's back with us again now," Sonja explained. A few strokes later, it happened again and then a third time. Ken passed out and was revived on the twelfth. Finally it was all over. The captives were now reduced to howling wrecks. Sonja sprayed the antiseptic and then bowed to the cameras. To her it was just another job; a job well done; a job she liked doing. This one was particularly satisfying. Most of her work was in the county whipping hall where the petty regulations and formalities were more restricting.

David Carsons walked on the stage and was handed a microphone. "Ladies and Gentlemen and slaves. The first part of the punishment of this pair is now completed and I must congratulate Sonja for the efficient way she carried it out. Thank you Sonja. For the next three weeks they will serve as slaves owned by Kennington Accounts and be subject to the usual slave rules. After a short recovery period they will serve one week doing normal slave duties and the final two weeks they will do their usual work. Throughout the whole of the three-week period they will be kept naked and will be arm linked together. Supervisors will receive details of this and will pass the information on to all their staff. Thank you."

Back in the second floor office, Sally and Rachel were discussing the thrashing of Claire, their boss. "I know I hate that woman's guts but I sure as hell feel a bit sorry for her," Sally said.

"Yeah, and him too. I thought some men got a hard on when their arses were beaten but he didn't. He's not going to sit comfortably in that posh leather chair and bawl me out when I take work into him," Rachel replied. "I still think that they didn't deserve quite so many though, or perhaps they deserved it but it was a bit too cruel."

Both girls had tears in their eyes, as did many of the other staff, while they watched the caning. It had been awesome to watch their boss and Ken being brought naked on to the stage. The cameras didn't hide a thing. Nudity in itself was accepted as a natural thing in these times and people of both sexes sunbathed naked in parks or on beaches. However, it seemed very different when the people were forcibly stripped and especially so when they were fellow work people. Claire's tits and dark pubic thatch and Ken's prick, semi-hard when he arrived, were shown to everyone in full detail. For the first few strokes they'd watched with a little pleasure as the hated supervisor got her comeuppance but as the caning progressed they became a little sorry for her, and for him.

Lesley, one of the office juniors cut in on the conversation. "She got what she deserved. If you had been in her place she would have ordered more. I would have liked to have seen them both well and truly raped afterwards. That would have really been humiliating." The girls knew Lesley had been on the receiving end of Claire's strap for sloppy work twice in the few months she worked in the office.

"It will be humiliating enough when they have to work as naked slaves for a week and then work naked for two more weeks," Sally pointed out.

"Back to work, ladies," Shirley the under supervisor called out, "We don't all want to end up in their place."

Back in the theatre, Sonja handed Jenny, the works medic, two packages, "These are the laser-magnatron restraints. Put them on when you're ready." She explained the procedure.

Jenny thanked the woman and turned to the security men who were about to release the victims, "Leave them for a moment please boys, it will be easier for me to sedate them while they cannot move." She found the right arm vein and injected the pain killing liquid.

Ken slowly opened his eyes. A few feet away in another hospital bed Claire lay face down. She was still asleep but what attracted Ken's eyes was her severely welted arse, now turning vivid colours. When he tried to move, pain shot from his arse throughout his body and brought back the horror of the thrashing he'd received. He cried out with the pain and Jenny came to his side.

"Lie still for the moment Ken. I'll get you something to drink."

"Do I look like her?" Ken asked with a grimace.

"Yes," Jenny replied honestly, "Rest a bit longer then we'll have to see about getting you on your feet even though it will be painful." The voices woke Claire and she too cried out when she moved. Jenny brought them both fruit juice which they drunk through a straw.

"This is all your fault Ken Blane," Claire started, "If you had included all the pages this wouldn't have happened."

"If you hadn't removed a page and then not hidden the folder…"

"I didn't…" They started bickering and hurling threats and accusations at each other until Jenny came in.

"This feud has to stop NOW!" she told them forcibly. "I can make life a little easier for you but I am under no obligation to relieve your pain, only to see that there is no infection. I've just had Jack Foreman, the slave supervisor in to see me. He wants you at work tomorrow. I've said, no, not until the following day but if I have to listen to any more of this bickering, then I will change my mind. Understand?" The pair nodded. "As you know, you are in his charge for the first week and will be given menial tasks to do and subject to the same rules and discipline as the other slaves. You will also be living in the communal slave quarters but I have asked to check on you each day. Whether or not you get pain relief will be up to you. It's all depends on your behaviour. Now I have your tags to put on. Once in place and activated, only Flagelistics has the key to unlock or de-activate them, and as you were told earlier, the two tags must have a clear view of each other at all times. If they don't the laser magnetic force will pull the tags violently until they are once again in view. This means you will have to work, eat, sleep, go to the toilet and do everything together. The boss has also decreed that you are to remain naked at all times except when protective clothing is absolutely necessary. Mainly that will be light shoes. You will not be allowed even the simple slave tunics."

"That's barbaric. I'm not a criminal, I shouldn't have to suffer like that. The thrashing was more than enough and I don't think I deserved that when it was all his fault." Claire spluttered her defence but Jenny just tapped her arse very lightly causing the woman to scream with the pain.

"You know, Ken knows, I know, in fact everyone knows both of you are guilty. It was only the latest in a series of pranks to embarrass or cause extra work to the other. This one back-fired on you. Now I am fixing the tags so you'll be joined like Siamese twins. Ken and Claire struggled as Jenny fixed the tag first to Claire's left wrist and Ken's right. Both swore and cursed Jenny, the boss and everyone but Jenny just grinned and pushed the two beds together. Shortly afterwards she brought in two urine bottles. " The pain killing injection should last an hour or two more but before then I'm sure you need to pass water," she laughed, "You can start your co-operation by helping each other with that simple body function." She gave Ken the female one and Claire the male and left them alone.

"Pass me the bottle," Ken ordered an hour later.

"No!"

"I'll use yours then."

"Big deal." Claire didn't wish to give in although her bladder was feeling quite full. Jenny would come back and empty her bottle so she could use it. Ken didn't hide the fact that he was starting to get hard when he deliberately peed where Claire could see. She turned her head.

Jenny didn't return even though Claire called and called. "You'll have to use mine and it will be more difficult for you than for me." Ken baited her. "You'll have to stand and I'll have to hold it for you."

"No!" Eventually though she did have to use the male's bottle. She slid over the side of the bed to hold the bottle in position but as soon as she put her left wrist below the level of the bed a strong force pulled it up and, at the same time, Ken's arm jerked towards her. Finally she decided she could just hold the bottle with her right hand.

Almost immediately she finished, Jenny appeared and took the bottles away. "Why didn't you come when I called for you?" Claire complained, "I believe you made me wait on purpose you bitch."

Jenny ignored the comment, "Shower time now," she announced, "Slide off the bed and stand carefully before you start walking. Hold hands so you give each other some support."

"I'm not holding hands with him, not for anything," Claire asserted, "I can stand on my own." She could but it was painful to take a step and she cried out each time.

Ken complained too but not just for the same reason. Lying on his stomach had given him an erection. "I don't need a shower. I just want to lie here."

"Move or I'll move you," Jenny ordered. Slowly Ken slid off the bed and stood which started another round of abuse from Claire.

"You're not going to make me shower with him in that state surely, are you?"

"You'll get used to it. You've got to sleep and work together naked for the next three weeks. You'll see it and feel it often enough. Now move yourselves," Jenny repeated. She was getting more and more annoyed with their lack of effort to co-operate.

Claire let Ken lead the way and then moved to his left. "Yoooowww!" she screamed as both their tagged arms shot towards each other. The moment unbalanced her and she fell to the floor, fortunately she did not land on her bottom. Both she and Ken screamed as the muscles in their buttocks tensed with the pain of the sudden movement. "Stupid bitch," Ken yelled, "You should know by now we have to let the tags see each other." It sparked another slanging match.

Jenny had enough of the nonsense. Dragging Claire screaming to her feet she put the two tagged hands together. "Listen slaves, you WILL hold hands, you WILL wash and dry each other and if I hear any more complaints you'll feel my hand hard on your already tender backsides. Understand?" Both Claire and Ken were about to protest but Jenny shut them up, "I asked if you understood, not whether you liked it. Now move and wash each other. Your faces are in a mess from the crying. Ken, make sure you remove the all remains of her make-up. Slaves don't wear that shit."

Ken did as he was told but when his washing extended to Claire's breasts she again protested. "I can do there myself. I don't need a pervert like you fondling them."

"Smack!" Jenny's hand connected with Claire's very tender backside. Although she hadn't hit hard the effect was excruciating. Claire treated the nurse to a further round of abuse and received another smack. By now she was sobbing again and tried to rub the tender area. Unfortunately this put the tagged wrist out of sight of its counterpart. The two leaped together thrusting Ken forcibly in close contact with Claire's tits. She violently pushed him away and for a few moments it seemed that a real fight might develop. "Hold it right there!" Jenny commanded, "This is my last warning. Another incident like that and I will call security and they can deal with you and because you are now slaves, they won't have to be gentle. Claire you will stand with your tag out to one side and let Ken wash you everywhere except your bottom. He will wash your back, your legs as well as your tits and cunt." You will then wash him everywhere except his arse. Make sure you do his prick too. Do it or I'll get security to force you and that will be painful." It was noticeable that Ken spent a fair amount of time on Claire's tits and cunt while she washed his prick in a perfunctory way but Jenny let it go. Drying each other was almost a repeat performance although Jenny did insist that Ken's prick and balls were properly dry.

As they made their painful way back to the casualty room, the pair started picking on each other again. By then Jenny had had enough. In front of them she took out her video communicator and dialled Jack Foreman's code. "Hi Jack, you wanted the two new slaves; you can have them now. They'll need footwear but as you know, they are to be kept naked otherwise."

"I'll be right over Jenny. You having trouble with them? I thought you wanted them kept comfortable all day tomorrow."

"They're in need of more than the hand of a tender hearted nurse to control them, Jack. Talk to you in a bit." Turning to the pair who were again protesting, "You have brought this on yourselves. Had you started to work together, I would have insisted on your remaining here. Now you will be set to work like all the other slaves. I shall ask to see you in the morning and perhaps later in the day but otherwise you will be treated like all the others Jack has control over. You know what he's like with the strap so you'd better behave yourselves." They knew because they'd several times sent slaves to him for punishment.

"Bitch," Ken spat.

"I thought nurses were supposed to help the suffering. Seems like the reverse is true for you," Claire added.

"I think you two need to learn the difference between suffering and being insufferable."

At this moment Jack entered with the fit-all shoes and Jenny informed him of the problems she was having and the intransigence the pair were showing. Claire immediately disliked being talked about and stated she wasn't about to be treated like a slave. Without a moment's hesitation, Jack unhooked the strap from his belt and lashed it hard across her breasts. "Hold hands and keep your mouths closed unless you want to be strung up and lashed back and front. I would have thought you'd had enough pain for one day." Still crying out with the pain and the shock, Claire did nothing when she felt Ken link his hand in hers.