Friday Five O'Clock
A Homage to Personal Assistant Magazine
Conference Room Chastisements
I was the first item on this Friday's program. The 'old man' formally
introduced me to all present. I was one of the top scholars at Mercy College,
his wife's 'alma mater' and a college so dear to his heart, yada, yada, yada.
All the partners and associates proclaimed how deeply impressed they were at my
talents. I bet they were. I had been impressed by all of them. About six
inches impressed. Then the 'old man' got right to the point. I was now going
to be introduced to the Wiley disciplinary system, one of the foremost in the
country, "Miss Martin, please proceed, Mr. Lee, please note". An open space
automatically cleared at the front of the conference room, perhaps ten feet by
ten feet. Mary, the fearsome strop in her right hand, strode to the very front
of the room and nodded in my direction. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed
Grace snatching a bottle of the German white wine all for her self. I guess she
was making a quick start on her own form of anesthesia.
I walked up to the front of the room, my hands demurely clasped in front of me,
a picture of virginal purity. I knew that the old goats loved my collegiate
apparel and I fed their desires. I had my navy blue blazer on, with a white,
almost translucent blouse underneath. I was wearing my official blue and grey
pleated, plaid knee-length skirt. White knee socks and black tasseled loafers
complete the look. You could almost hear the drool flowing. My hair was neatly
tied, just off my shoulders with a black ribbon and I was wearing the merest
suggestion of makeup. I gave a picture of trembling innocence. I have to admit
that I was indeed innocent compared with the debauched crowd that I was soon to
be exposed in front of. This was in spite of the fact that in five days I had
gone from perhaps the most sheltered young woman at Mercy to the most skilled
courtesan. I removed my blazer and folded it over the chair at the head of the
conference table and stood facing Mary. Mary Martin, my real mentor and the
person who was now going to do her damnedest to beat my ass black and blue.
Mary - Punishing Paula
Well, I guess that my little girl is about as ready for it as ever. I hope
that I have prepared her as well as I could. She is so much like me when I was
her age, it is the world that has changed. "Alright girl, raise your skirt and
slip up above your waist. Bend over girl and grab your ankles. You will give
the number of each stroke, thank me for that stroke and ask for the next one.
You are to receive six. Are you ready? Don't mumble, speak up girl!"
As I explained to her earlier that day, I gave her the first blow at half
strength so that she could accommodate to the shock of being hit without falling
forward on her face. I have to admit about one thing, the 'old man' was right
in maintaining that she had the prettiest set of globular butt cheeks seen
around here in quite a while. The heavy strop hit both of the globes squarely.
Paula jerked forward, reflexively, in response to the painful stimulus. Her
head immediately shot upwards but she had enough self control not to take her
hands off her ankles or to inadvertently blurt out an expletive. But she did
rock forward to a remarkable degree, albeit without losing her balance. Mr.
Wiley was up in the front of the room, off to the side, a position that gave him
an ideal view of the action. And nobody ever blocked his view. When he saw
Paula's response, a smile creased his face.
I gave Paula the second strike from the same position, right handed, standing on
her left. It was delivered with about three quarters force and once again
struck across the center of both cheeks. Paula once again stood her ground like
a trooper, although the way in which she sucked in her breath prior to thanking
me and asking for the third stroke told me that the blow had registered. By the
third I was up to full strength and the strop really whistled. Paula
anticipated the landing of the leather and clenched her buttocks. I told her
not to do that, it makes the bruising worse. Well, she will learn with time.
This time the smack was really noisy and the grin on the "ole man's" face
widened into a smile. Paula's face was getting increasingly red and her
buttocks were already glowing. At this point, half way through, I switched
sides going over to Paula's right. I delivered the fourth stroke backhanded, a
special talent of mine. I aimed it a little higher than the first three, at the
top of the rounded portion of Paula's buttocks. I rapidly followed it with the
fifth, trying not to drag things out too long. Paula was still hanging in
there. Lastly, I switched side back to her left and gave her the sixth stroke
low, just on the crease between the bottom of the buttocks and the top of the
thighs. At that point she almost lost it. But as they say, "Almost Ain't Is"
and somehow she hung in there.
That first spanking is always the worst. Everyone remembers their first
strapping as an adult. The combination of humiliation and pain. I don't know
which is worse. Even now I dread receiving corporal punishment although my pain
tolerance must be a hundred fold higher than it was at first. The girls must
have felt much the same as I because they clapped and gave her a little cheer
when it was over. I instructed her to stand up. But she was to continue to
hold her skirt and slip up well above her waist and she must stand with her nose
against the video screen at the front of the room. A couple of tears glistened
in the corners of her eyes. She realized that this added humiliation exposed
the ripening red bruises on her backside to the gaze of the room and that the
position prevented her from rubbing the stinging skin. Once she was in position
Mr. Wiley walked up to her and said, "Good job little girl, you took your
punishment well. One little thing however. Paragraph two of the Disciplinary
Procedures manual specifies that for disciplinary activities self supporting
hose reaching to the mid thigh are to be worn. I realize that the usual garb
for interns specifies knee socks. But as the manual clearly states, today you
should be wearing hose to the mid thigh. Another six strokes will be required."
I could see Paula scrunch her face up into a frown. I am sure it also occurred
to her that this would not only mean having to once again bend over and have her
butt beaten but it would subject her to the additional humiliation of having to
remove her skirt and half slip. Mr. Wiley meanwhile turned to me and said
"Proceed with the other mild punishments and the initial chastisements of the
more serious offenders."
John Wiley - Ashley and Shelly, Stephanie and Mellanie, Grace and Crystal
Well, my office manager managed to get things off to a proper start. I have
always admired my office manager. Mary graduated at the top of her class from
Loyola Law school and excelled at every part of the practice of law. She makes
an awesome office manager. And the girl wields a wicked strap. Now is coming
what I like to call the "Friday Beating of the Bimbo's Butts". Every week I
make sure that at least two of the girls in the secretarial pool get a MILD. It
keeps them on their toes and the little infractions it takes to warrant a MILD
are so easy to find. Being slow retrieving a file. A missed typo. Six of
Mary's best on your bare butt. None of the girls are in any way overweight (I
won't tolerate it) and Mary always makes sure their feet are the regulation
thirty inches apart. So when they bend over and hold their ankles you always
get a nice shot of their bare, shaved pussy.
Then there is a custom that the girls originated themselves, color-coding the
grades of punishment. A blue skirt that just covers the kneecap means MILD, a
yellow or orange skirt worn to one inch above the knee means MODERATE and a red
skirt worn to mid thigh means significant. I'll bet that the organized mind of
Mary thought that one up. I realize that the manual specifies one inch above
the knee but I have never objected to that red miniskirt. Since they have to
wear hose to the mid thigh, it means that the darker band at the hose top is
quite visible when they are standing. And when they sit a band of bare thigh is
prominently displayed between bottom of skirt and top of stocking. And since
they are denied panties on days when they are disciplined, it means a miserable,
day long humiliation.
Looking across at Bill Lee, one of my favorite clients, I can see that he is
absolutely google-eyed. Bill is obviously highly entertained by what he has
seen so far and I am sure that he greatly anticipates what is to come. His
tall, buxom, red-haired assistant is not so amused. I suspect that she will
become even less amused as time goes on and she finds out what is in store for
her.
Well, Ashley and Shelly, clad in modest blue skirts now come up and present
their bottoms to Mary for their dose of discipline. Mary alternates blows
between Ashley and Shelly, first the one than the other, first from the left
side then from the right. The precision with which she spanks is awe inspiring.
Subsequent blows of the strap always overlap the previous one by one inch, first
higher and then lower. The girls take the leather licking stoically. They have
had their butts reddened and shined many times before. That's why I like my
girls to have good sized butts, they absorb a spanking well. Not fat, mind you,
but broad. Ashley and Shelly are such pro's that they don't flinch or clench,
their breathing remains regular and they don't even get red in the face or tear.
Good girls. Of course both of them have endured worse punishment before,
although they have never been sent to Corporate Punishments Inc. Well now they
are spanked and it's up to the big video screen and put your nose to the
plastic.
Stephanie and Mellanie are next, both in matching yellow. They will get their
first six and then will return for another round, another six while stripped
from the waist down. An excellent way of increasing the punishment by forcing a
second round of humiliating disrobing and spanking an already tender but.
Mellanie is getting it for weight gain. She is now five lbs. over the limit.
So it will be twelve this week. If she is down to three lbs. over the limit by
next Thurs it will only be six. If she hits ten lbs. over the limit at next
weeks weigh in it will be a SIGNIFICANT for her. But you can be sure she will
lose a pound or two in the next week. Every time she sits down she will be
reminded about overeating. Her yellow skirt is getting just a little bit tight.
Stephanie is up for group punishment. He work unit, headed up by Grace was
deficient in its performance when drawing up this week's bog contract. Since
she is the most junior girl in the group she gets off easy, six and six. So its
skirts up and over we go for Steph and Mel. Because of Mellanie's weight gain
her pudendum is barely visible. Ah, Mary makes her spread her feet wider. That
girl thinks of everything. The spanking is so routine that it is almost boring
for my crew. Bill and Meeshell however, are anything other than bored. Now
there are five bottoms presented at the front of the room, each set of cheeks
turning a ripe red.
Crystal and Grace are a little shakier. They know that they are in for a pretty
good spanking today and the rumors seem to have hit them that they may be in for
a special Saturday morning session. Ah well. They don't get told about whether
or not they get a trip to Corporate Punishments until the end of today's
chastisements. I love their red miniskirts. Crystal is a real dish. The girl
has just the kind of breasts that I love, large, round ones. Grace on the other
hand has boobs scarcely larger than little Paula's. Typical of a graduate of
Northwestern Law School. Black haired Crystal is being a tease, she is wearing
a bright red blouse and has a black lace half slip on and black, seamed hose.
Like so many girls with black hair Crystal has the absolutely whitest skin.
What a sight, black, red and pale flesh. Blond Grace on the other hand has
somewhat darker skin than Crystal but like so many blondes her skin is super
sensitive and flares spectacularly when struck. Grace should see the videos of
her backside being caned. She has the most striking wheal and flare reactions
when the rod is applied to her flesh. What a pity that Grace bruises so easily.
When she is caned tomorrow the wheals will show but the red flare will be hidden
by the developing black and blue from tonight's spanking. Once I had her caned
in midweek without a preparatory spanking just so we could get that red glow
from her caning on video without any complicating previous bruise. Well, the
two of them are scared now and they clench their buttocks when Mary hits them
with the strap. But they are experienced girls and they take it. They know
that far worse is to come.
William Lee - Meeshell Gets Her Comeuppance
I have to admit that I have come to this whole corporate corporal punishment
thing slowly. When all the legislation came out I thought that it would
immediately be struck down by the courts. I guess that I misjudged the mood of
the country. After the second wave of terrorist attacks wiped out most of the
leadership of the country and pitched us into the worst economic mess since the
20th Centuries' Great Depression, the US was not ready for any nonsense. Still
I waited, expecting to see an exodus of women from companies that were quick to
take advantage of the Employer Advantage, Patriot II, and Protection of the
Family Acts. Didn't happen. A lot of arrogant high ranking 'girls' got shed
but productivity at those companies actually increased. About all I picked up
was Meeshell, downsized from the biggest Century 21 office in Chicago. She was
good but she was arrogant. And the arrogance was starting to flow down hill.
Rather than the girls in my office being grateful for their unbruised behinds,
efficiency was going all to hell and I was starting to hear backtalk and
badmouthing. That's when I talked to John. He was one of the first to go for
corporate corporal punishment and it really worked for him. That's why I am
here today. And why Ms. O'Reilly is about to become a chastened girl.
Meeshell became progressively more agitated during the seven initial spankings.
She was flabbergasted when Grace, approaching her 40's with a law degree from
Northwestern, hoisted with trembling hands a red miniskirt and bent over to
receive six blows with a strap delivered onto her naked ass. And delivered with
a vengeance by a graduate of Loyola Law School. These were people who just a
few years ago had stood considerably above Meeshell in the pecking order. Now
they are office managers and glorified clerk typists. And they are beating the
heck out of each other in the most humiliating fashion. I wonder what is going
to be her reaction when Mary Martin calls her up there. How much does she value
her career. What is it worth to her having any career at all? If she is fired
and put on "The List" she probably couldn't get a job asking "would you like
fries with that or a salad". Well I am looking forward to this. I am tired of
Meeshell's arrogance and her "big tease" act. I am intrigued to see what she
will look like stripped, bent over and humiliated. Today begins a process that
will end with Meeshell executing my every whim - and more than a few whims are
going to involve her body.
Mary - Calling Out Meeshell
I started off by pointing to Meeshell and saying "OK girl, you're next." The
tall, buxom red head looked at me as if I was from another planet. And I
suspect that from her perspective I was. But right now she was on the planet
Earth, in the U S of A and a couple of decades into the 21st Century. "Hey
girl, it ain't da nineties no mor, get on with it or get on Da Lis". She looked
over at her boss who said, "One of the main reason for the Employer Advantage
Act is to deal with situations like this. You can comply with what are going to
be the new disciplinary procedures for my company or you can walk out the door.
I can tell you however, that after leaving two companies your being placed on
The List is mandatory." Meeshell just stood there and stared.
I walked over to her, grabbed her by the ear and took her up to the front of the
conference room. "First, you are going to take off your panties. Lift up your
skirt and take your panties off." As I started to lift up her long,
tight-fitting skirt and the underlying slip, she struggled, fighting me. Then
Mr. Lee came over and slapped her face. Forcefully, twice, once in each
direction, snapping her head back. "Come out of it" he said "and get with it or
get out." As if in a daze she started to shimmy her skirt upwards. As the hem
of her dress approached her waist, all the girls in the room started to giggle.
It was becoming obvious that Meeshell was not only wearing panty hose she was
wearing something else, a girdle! I had heard that the girdle was coming back
among the fashionable, but not with pantyhose! The giggles turned into laughter
and one girl let out, sotto voce, "I thought those things went out in the '50s".
A second whispered, "1850's or 1950's, she can't be that old". Meeshell shot
the girls a look but the realization dawned on her that this was the New World
Order and she had to get with it or get out of it. And with that realization
came the need to conform and comply. In order to keep Meeshell up with the
dress code the foundation garment and panty hose would have to go.
I nodded over to Francine who almost immediately figured out what to do.
Francine went over to her desk and got out the spare pair of thigh-high hose
that were kept in reserve in case of a bad run in her stockings. She brought
them over and put them into Meeshell's hand. I got Meeshell a chair to sit in
to make changing easier. First she had to struggle out of the encircling
elastic foundation garment. That girdle must have run twenty inches from high on
her waist to mid thigh and it had steel boning in it. As she struggled with the
spandex and steel garment the reason for its use became obvious. Its removal
liberated a roll of fat about the red head's waist and allowed a goodly sized
butt to bounce around. Meeshell had put on a few pounds and the girdle artfully
concealed it smoothing the lumpy waist and bulging behind under that slick blue
dress. Having finally extricated herself from her girdle, she slid the panty
hose and panties down to her knees. At this point Meeshell sat down, took off
her shoes and took the panty hose and panties off the rest of the way. It was a
pretty scene as Meeshell drew the dark stockings up her shapely lower legs and
adjusted them on her slightly heavier than desirable thighs. Well heavy thighs
make for all the more flesh to flog! This scene was closely followed by every
male in the room. Even David was fascinated. I'll bet he was taking notes on
what to wear. Finally, Meeshell stood up, hiked up her skirt and bent over. I
had to instruct her to properly spread her legs apart so that the lips of her
vulva were visible. This drew a smile of approval from the 'ole man'. At this
point, Mr. Lee, her employer commented wryly, "In the future, girl, I think you
need to wear higher, high heels, at least four inch high heels". All the girls
in the room whistled and clapped their approval.
I decided that no niceties were due this arrogant bitch. The first swat landed
with full force, dead center. Meeshell screamed, jerked bolt upright and
grabbed her ass with both hands while howling "Nooooooh". Every girl in the
room started to howl with laughter, even the seven in the front with raised
skirts and red asses. Looking over at William Lee, I remarked "I guess that one
doesn't count." He nodded. I explained to Meeshell that unless she kept her
hands on her ankles and restricted her remarks to "Thank you maam, Number one,
etc., and Please may I have another", nothing would count and the chastisement
would go on all night. So Meeshell bent over, grabbed her ankles, adjusted her
feet and awaited her fate. I was going to take this nice and slow. Another
strong SWACK on the same spot brought forth another explosion similar to the
first. Again the room roiled with glee. Meeshell was obviously a slow learner.
I switched sides and finally the third blow brought forth the magic words "Thank
you, nummer un, please another". I let her get by with less than perfect
diction knowing of what was likely yet to come. Finally, after eleven solid
smashes we got through to the official "Number Six". By this point Meeshell was
sobbing, slobbering and dripping snot. I had to remind her to keep her skirt
hoisted and assume her nose-to-the-wall position in the front. This displayed
to the audience a butt that had progress significantly beyond red. Her skin was
badly bruised and was turning purple in spots. I had a hunch that Mr. Wiley was
intending to take her all the way to full stripped - SIGNIFICANT - tonight. I
had a hunch I would be seeing a lot of this lady before the weekend was over.
Paula - The Next Phase
I could see why Mary had taken time to prepare me. The other girls in the
office managed their spanking quite better than I did. I suspect that the next
time I am disciplined (how many times will I be disciplined this summer?) I will
do even better. Grace and Crystal are obviously scared but they are not as
worried about the spanking as they are about the possibility of going to
Corporate Punishments Inc. tomorrow morning. What the hell is this Corporate
Punishments place all about? Meeshell, the tall red-headed lady who works for
the big real estate Honcho was something else. Coming into this cold, not
knowing what to expected and more-or-less forced into it, she was totally
freaked out. She must have taken a dozen whacks to encompass her mandated "six
of the best". I'll bet that she is in for a rough night because I am beginning
to know John Wiley III. There was no reason to call me out for another six
tonight. And it is not that he hasn't seen me strip before. No he wants me
humiliated in front of everyone to show his power. And to degrade me into
abject submission. Well here it comes. I will have to remove my skirt and half
slip and stand here naked from the waist down. To say nothing of taking another
six across a butt that is already red and sore.
Mary has instructed us. Ashley and Shelly are allowed to leave the front of the
room. They release their skirts and walk over to the table with the wine and
cheese while rubbing their behinds. Stephanie and Mellanie, Grace and Crystal
and Meeshell and I are to strip from the waist down. Being here at the Firm
with it's dress code, all that means is that the five of us just remove our
skirts and half-slips. You see, girls don't wear dresses (only ladies do) and
full slips might interfere with proper appreciation of our tits. So we disrobe
with as much grace and decorum as can be done in a room with over half a dozen
leering men and more than a dozen giggling girls. All of whom are beginning to
feel the effects of a bit of fairly decent German white wine. We fold our lower
garments and place them on the conference table.
Meeshell on the other hand is clueless. Finally she figures out that in order
to get naked from the waist down she will have to remove her dress! And this is
a slinky synthetic number with a high collar fastened with innumerable buttons
down the back. Before it is over she puts on quite a show because to undo those
exceedingly inconvenient buttons requires a lot of hands behind the back work
which thrust out her quite sizable breasts. To preserve her modesty she turns
to the front of the room letting most of the room view her back. However, Mr.
Wiley is standing in the front and he gets exactly the view he was hoping for.
His smile beams as she struggles with the buttons. Finally, the dress is off,
folded and put on the table. Then it dawns on her that she is wearing a full
slip. She looks at Mary as if to say, "you mean that this has to come off too?"
Mary nods an implied, "yes dumbfuck that has to come off too!". So up and off
comes the quite stunning white lace slip and Mary will be forced to take the
next phase in her discipline clad only in bra, stockings and shoes. Her
stripping has also revealed an unsightly bulge of fat around her waist and a big
fat bouncy butt and thick thighs. No wonder she wore such a massive girdle. I
bet I know a company that is going to have weight restrictions for it's girls
pretty soon. I also know somebody who is about to go on a crash diet.
Well, I was to be first again. As I stood before Mary she indicated that my
garb was not yet satisfactory. The tails of my blouse hung down covering me
fore and aft. She knew that I was forbidden to wear a bra, "having insufficient
assets to require support". Therefore I could not tuck the back tail of my
blouse up under the back side of my bra. So Mary made me unbutton my blouse and
tie the front tails together which thoroughly bared my buttocks and incidentally
spectacularly revealed my shaved pubes. This brought admiring glances from all
the men in the room, most of whom had already seen my charms. But this was
different, this was in public, this was really humiliating. I am sure that the
'ole man' thoroughly approved.
So once again I bent over, my already bruised ass tingling in anticipation of
the blows to come. The first landed in the center, full force this time. By
now I knew what to expect and was able to keep my composure. Then Mary landed
one higher up. OK, God it hurt but I can play this game. The third, low down
this time. OOHH the things I will do to succeed. The fourth hit my upper
thighs and I almost lost it because it hit in an unexpected location. OOOOOOH
that was bad. Not much fat on my thighs to cushion the blow. Same with the
fifth, thighs again. I just barely squeezed out "Thank you maam, number five,
one more please". My face feels hot and I'll bet I'm beet red and sweaty.
Finally the last, number six, dead center. God that hurt so much she must have
cut me and I must be bleeding. OK back to the video wall monitor, hands behind
the head, nose to the screen. Oh Lord how my butt burns. I have never hurt
this much before in my life. I can't believe how that leather strap can cause
so much pain that lasts so long. I hope I don't have blood all over my ass.
Steph and Mel are next. They are just simple office girls. Mel put on a couple
of pounds and she is really paying for it now. She is just desperate to lose
weight. She said if she can't get it off, the beatings will become really bad.
She said that a girl before her put on 15 pounds and was sent to Corporate
Punishments and finally quit. Both Mel and Steph tuck the back tails of their
blouses up and assume the position. They take their licks like real pro's and
join me in the front of the conference room. Mary has got a real rhythm to her
spankings. I manage to sneak a peek at Steph's rear. It isn't bleeding
although it is very red with some purple splotches. So mine is probably not
bleeding either. I am so scared of getting cut and ending up with scars.
Bruises I can take. I breathe a sigh of relief and my butt actually feels a
little better.
Crystal and Grace are getting their second dose right now. From the gossip
around the office this morning I guess that they are going to be getting about
three dozen apiece. Whew! I don't see how they can take that many. They are
only about one third of the way through right now and their behinds are purple.
And I know that I don't think I could take any more butt beating right now. I
suspect that just sitting is going to hurt for several days, maybe a week. I
don't think that even the idea of wearing tight panties has much appeal right
now. In any case I won't be wearing them home tonight. I feel real funny to
tell the truth. One part of me feels like just breaking down and crying while
the other part feels exhilarated. Almost turned on. This is crazy. I have to
admit that I find the site of bruised behinds fascinating.
Well, Grace and Crystal are finished for the moment. Let's see if her
red-headed majesty has learned anything about corporate c.p. She really looks
wild dressed in nothing but that pointy bra and stockings with that almighty
head of red hair. Her butt has already developed the nastiest set of bruises in
the room and Mary will add another six (at least) to that. Yup, Meeshell has
not gotten much better. The first blow brings her back to the upright position
and howling to beat the band. Well, Mary will beat her butt until Meeshell
learns to control herself. This time there is no mercy. Every phrase must be
enunciated perfectly. It takes thirteen swats to encompass six of the best and
Meeshell is sobbing, coughing and choking at the end. The backs of her thighs
are bright crimson, her butt is solid purple and the central portions of her
butt cheeks are beginning to develop blood blisters. Any more and I'll bet she
will have side to side blood blisters. Not only is her face red but her chest
above her brassiere and her upper arms are flushed. As she stands up I can see
that even her pubes (that which can be seen through her flaming red, unshaven
bush) is turning red. When she places her hands behind her head and puts her
nose against the monitor wall, her whole body is shaking.
Mary now announces, "This phase of chastisement is over. Paula, Stephanie and
Mellanie can leave the front of the room." With audible sighs of relief the
three of us turn around. I eye my clothes and I eye Mary and realize with a
gulp that the instructions did not include getting my skirt and slip back
anytime soon. Steph and Mel don't even pull down the tails of their blouses. I
guess that part of the punishment is being made to wander around until the end
with your burnished butt bared for all to see. The three of us make our way
over to wine and cheese. But the idea of sitting down, even in the well
stuffed, soft leather conference room chairs does not appeal to us. One can
take wine standing, no problem. No more leather on my bottom, please.
David
I have to admit that although I have no sexual attraction to women I do enjoy
watching the girls get their butts beat. There is just something exciting about
watching buttocks turning crimson. So I never miss the "Friday Night Follies"
as the Partners call it.
Now Paula, she is a strange one. I feel more at ease with her than with anyone
else. I don't know what it is about her. She was the first one of the girls
who was willing to beat me and strapon dildo bugger me. She seems to accept me
for who I am. I think I like her. Which is more than I can say about any
female I have known since third grade.
I did manage to hunt up some information about Corporate Punishments Inc. for
her late this afternoon. I posted it to her computer.
Corporate Punishments Inc.
Terms and Specifications of Services
Level A Discipline
The client is expected to maintain his subject on the girl's usual in house
disciplinary schedule. CPI recommends servicing the girl in house with strap the
evening before her scheduled service at CPI
(i) garb: lite (12 strokes) subject to remove all garments and don disciplinary
gown; full (>12 strokes), girl to remove all garments
(ii) application of instrument 12 times (lite), >36 times (full)
(iii) implements restricted to (a) cane (b) rod (c) switch
(iv) implement to be applied to (a) buttocks (b) upper thighs - with full
discipline client may specify degree of force, in full discipline, due to wrap
around effect there may be collateral damage to the labia
(iv) interval - mild service can be repeated weekly, full service discipline can
be applied again in three weeks
(v) administered by (a) Level I therapists
(vi) locations available (a) all Corporate Punishments Service Centers
(vii) authorization (a) office manager, (b) principal
(viii) full service session includes 'hi colonic'
(ix) age restriction: lite, must be 14 years old; full, must be 16 years old
Advisory - effects may last up to 10 days, superficial laceration of the skin is
common, marks may persist for up to three weeks. occasional scarring
particularly when in house servicing has resulted in significant bruising
generally 24 hours of work impairment
Saturday Bargain Package
Send three girls to us for a regular Saturday full service session and get one
Level B special service the next Saturday at no additional charge
Level A Midweek Morning Special
Send three girls to us for full service Tues, Wens or Thurs for only one full
service fee (in by 8 AM out by noon, 24 hour advance purchase necessary,
excludes pickup and delivery)
Weekday Sixpack Special
Send us six girls. We will give four girls lite service and two girls full
service and only charge you for the two full service sessions. Mornings or
afternoons excluding Monday morning and Friday afternoon, one week advance
purchase necessary.
Weekday Schoolgirl Morning Package
Up to 10 students can receive lite service, 2 students receive full service and
two teachers receive full service for 50% off the regular price (one week
advance purchase necessary). Girls in by 8 AM and out by 12 noon. Free pick up
and delivery.
Mother-Daughter Early Bird Special
Send in mother and up to two daughters for lite servicing,in by 6 AM out by 8
AM, pay only for mother. Pick up and delivery not available.
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