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The next day passed interminably slowly for Lauren. She had made it to her meeting just in time. As the other group members, all guys, had picked up on Lauren’s unwillingness to say, “No,” she’d ended up accepting all the hardest parts of the project. Then she had gone home and, as predicted, spent hours writing out the passage that Don had assigned her.
Now, she was trying to pass time at work. Because of the soreness of her butt, she spent as little time sitting at her desk as possible. Walking around completing other tasks presented another problem though: the short pubic hair that she was required to keep was bristly and walking made it rub against the inside of her panties leaving her itchy for most of the day. Meanwhile, the two interns who reported to her were giving her odd looks at her insistence on calling them “Mr. Smith” and “Mr. Jolik” while requesting that they continue to address her as “Lauren.”
To top it all off, she knew that she still had one punishment yet to be revealed. What could it be? She knew only Don’s promise that she would find it humiliating. She had done some furtive searching on the internet and had come across a few possibilities-- each one more disturbing than the last: Was he going to use her as a footstool? Make her eat out of a dog bowl? Force her to tell other people about their arrangement? She shuddered especially at the last thought.
Finally, the day was over and Lauren headed home to learn her fate.
Lauren stood in front of Don as he examined her 500 hand written passages. She had been VERY careful to make no mistakes and didn’t expect any problems. Don hadn’t given her any instructions, and Lauren didn’t expect a spanking, so she hadn’t bothered to pull her pants down.
Don finally looked up. “Good job, Lauren.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Now, I suppose you’re eager to find out the last part of your punishment for your failure to write a proper letter.”
Lauren gulped. She had almost hoped that he had forgotten. “Yes, sir.”
Don smiled. “Are you familiar with an establishment a few miles from here called ‘The Landing Strip’, Lauren?”
“Ugh,” she made a face. “The strip club? Yes, I know of it, sir.”
Don looked perplexed. “Why the face, Lauren?”
“Well, I just think that kind of place is degrading to women in general, sir. I have no idea why any woman . . .” She trailed off. “Oh, God, no.”
“It’s a shame you feel that way, Lauren. You see, they’re having an amateur competition next Saturday and you, Lauren, are going to enter it.”
“Sir, please, someone I know will see—”
He talked right over her. “And if you don’t win, Lauren, if I have any reason to believe you aren’t trying your hardest, I am going to give you a spanking that will make yesterday seem like a love tap. They only have limited slots, though, so I suggest you go to sign up tomorrow. You can go now, Lauren.”
She ran, crying, to her room.
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