Friday Five O'Clock
A Homage to Personal Assistant Magazine
John Wiley - Intermettzo
We always give Mary a breather after the Moderate chastisements. When there are
SIGNIFICANT punishment to come, a little bit of a break helps recharge her
batteries so that she will be fresh when the hard work resumes. I went over to
the sidebar and refreshed my wine. Then I queried Bill Lee as to his thoughts.
He had to admit that he was impressed. He had no idea that my work force was so
disciplined and dedicated. He actually said, "Do you think that my office could
ever be like this?" I told him that stick by me and we will get his girls
whipped into shape. Starting with the wild, red-haired bitch. Before too long
she will be down on her knees licking the dust off his shoes. First thing
Monday morning. First strip, then pour his coffee, then a blow job, then polish
his shoes with her tongue. Wait and see. Her weekend is just starting. He
looked at the three ladies standing with their noses to the front wall with
bruises ripening on their buttocks and shook his head chuckling to himself.
Hard to believe what progress we have made in the work place, isn't it.
Then I saw Mary, glass of wine in hand, instructing Paula. She had the girl
move three of the conference chairs to the front of the room, facing forward.
Then Paula took three foot lengths of rope and fastened them by their middle
portions to the back legs of the three chairs. Good old Mary, always thinking
ahead. Always delegating where possible. Working on training that new girl.
What a marvel. God I love her. Never wasting a moment. Now Paula is going
over to Mellanie and Stephanie. I guess that Mary is going to have those three
act as assistants tying the ankles of the Crystal, Grace and Meeshell to the
back legs of the chairs, bending them across and having the three younger girls
secure the handcuffed wrists of their elders. Mary will be taking no chances,
brooking no arguments. Time for me to fill my glass again and return to my
place at the front. Time to get back to business.
Mary - Time to Really Beat Some Butt
Now that we were down to three things were simpler. I had Paula arrange and
prepare the chairs, I would brook no resistance in the next phase of this
chastisement. She and Mel and Steph would assist me. I had Crystal, Grace and
Meeshell complete their disrobing. Crystal and Grace removed their blouses and
bra's. In Grace's case this was a flimsy affair, she did not have much to
support. Crystal on the other hand was much better endowed and Meeshell's
breasts were massive. Meeshell had a quite sturdy brassiere, a real four hook
affair with hefty shoulder pads. When she had removed her bra her breasts
sagged down to her ample stomach, previously released from its spandex shell.
Fortunately all three had ample, solid backsides and hefty thighs. Which they
were going to need for I had a suspicion that the 'ole man' was going to order
substantial punishment in order to impress his power on all gathered here. The
three ladies were already cowed and swiftly removed their remaining garments.
Grace was scared because of what she feared would come tomorrow. She had been
to Corporate Punishments before and she knew that a severe spanking was usually
the prelude to a worse caning on the morrow. Crystal had never been to a
Saturday morning session but she had heard stories of what went on. And during
c.p. sessions here she had seen the scars on the backsides of those who had been
to C.P.I., particularly Helen. Meeshell was scared because she had never been
beaten before and she feared the unknown to come. No one at this point was
interested in offering resistance. They hoped against hope that if they were
quiet and passive, mercy would be granted. Soon the three of them were secured,
the heavy leather conference room chairs acting as whipping trestles or benches.
Ankles were bound by cords to the back legs of the chairs. Hands were held out
in front by an one assistant and handcuffs applied by the other assistant. The
linked wrists were then secured with cords to the front legs of the chairs.
Three broad backsides were presented to me awaiting application of my heavy
strop. Two behinds, Grace's and Crystal's were a fiery beet red. Meeshell's
was considerably beyond that. It was already purpling and on the verge of
bleeding.
I looked over at Mr. Wylie. I raised two fingers, he was impassive. I raised
three fingers and yet there was still not reaction from him. Finally I raise
four fingers and he nodded. I announced. "Each disciplinee will receive four
dozen strokes. Chastisements will be delivered in groups of six and will be
without interruption by any counting or formalities. I do not wish for any
interruptions". At the mention of four dozen Crystal and Grace began to wail
piteously. They had hoped for mercy and had received a heavy sentence.
Meeshell was too clueless to know just what she was in for. To date she had
gotten almost two dozen with a lot of dancing. This would be at least twice
that much with little wiggle room. She was too stunned to think.
And so I went about my work like a sturdy woodsman confronted with a forest to
chop. Stand on the left, swing right, six strokes to the buttocks. Move to the
next, stand on the left, swing to the right, six strokes. Move to the next.
Ignore the howls. My assistants, terrified justifiably, were doing their jobs
making sure the victims remained restrained despite their bucking and
struggling. Stand to the right, six strokes to the buttocks. Move to the next.
Stand to the left, six strokes to the thighs. If you maintain a slow and steady
rhythm you don't tire as quickly. Ignore the screams, just hit the flesh.
Stand to the right, six to the thighs, move on to the next.
Three dozen into this four dozen phase both Grace and Meeshell were now
beginning to bleed, with Meeshell somewhat the worse of the two. All three
women had ceased to struggle. I worried that they were reaching the edge of
consciousness. You might think that a strap is not that wicked a weapon and a
spanking not that big a thing. Mine, however was a heavy strop, three inches
wide and twenty eight inches long. With the handle it was almost three feet
long and it was a good 3/8" thick. Wielded with the force I used, a single
stroke will almost always leave a bruise that lasts for a week. I try not to
land repeated blows on the same spot because that can break the small blood
vessels in the skin resulting in tiny "blood blisters". When these are broken
by even more blows, the skin will start bleeding and tiny pieces of the
outermost skin can actually come off. And these three ladies were to receive 60
strokes. Blows are not supposed to go above the beltline because of possible
danger to the kidneys. And it is agreed not to get to close to the back of the
knees, danger to the tendons. That's why the mid thigh stockings. They mark
the lower limit to the field to be spanked. At 60 blows of the strap there are
going to be areas that get hit five to six times, no matter how well I spread
them out and curl them around the sides. And on some girls, five to six, in the
same spot, the way I apply them, means macerated, torn, bleeding skin.
So at this point I took a break. I had a dozen more to apply to each girl and
thirty six more wasn't going to strain me. But a little bit of time spent
applying rubbing alcohol to their buttocks and thighs would allow me time to
plot exactly where to put the last dozen. And it perked them up. The room had
grown very quiet as their cries had ceased. The sounds of merriment were no
longer coming from the assembled crowd as the seriousness of the punishment sank
in. As I began to minister to the three ladies, conversations struck up again
and wine glasses began to be filled. I am afraid that those being chastised
will never appreciate my tender mercies. The rubbing alcohol stings were the
skin is cut and those being punished started moving around and protesting this
new form of pain. But the rubbing alcohol does stop the bleeding. I really
hate striking a bloody area with the strop because the blood spatters all over
and it really makes a mess. There is a reason why all the treatment rooms at
Corporate Punishments have epoxy surfaces. The spattered blood cleans up real
easy. In some cases it has been my blood.
After about fifteen minutes I got back to work and I finished the job. The
girls had recovered sufficiently that they all resumed their screaming. And by
the end they were all, even Crystal, bleeding. After I finished they all simply
lay there spent. Like three marine animals, beached, flayed, too exhausted to
move. Even when my assistants untied their ankles they still lay there. Quietly
sobbing, panting a little, covered in sweat and blood, every movement eliciting
pain. I bid Steph and Mel to get dressed and told them they could leave.
Everyone else had begun to file out of the room, sobered by what they had seen.
This was the harshest discipline handed out in a couple of months. Nobody was
going to fall behind in their work anytime soon. Or mouth off. Soon the only
people in the room were Messers Wylie and Lee, Paula, and the three chastised
ladies. And me. Don't ever let somebody tell you that a little spanking never
hurt anybody. They have never been spanked by me, six of the best, six of the
best, then restrained and give four dozen. Not by me.
Paula - Arousal
As I stated earlier, nothing that occurred during the forty hour work week of
Monday through Friday prepared me for Friday Five O'Clock. Not the loss of my
virginity, the abuse I suffered at the hands of the partners, sodomy, forced
fellatio, nothing. What shocked me Friday after regular working hours were the
beatings. I don't mean the humiliating little exposure and spanking that I
endured, although it was painful to sit for the next five days and the bruises
took two weeks to disappear. It was the dreadful beatings given to Crystal,
Grace and particularly Meeshell. Nor was it simply that I was horrified.
Although there was a part of me that was. It was my arousal. My sexual
arousal. You see, of all of the myriad sex acts that I was involved in that
week, none were particularly arousing. Getting fuck for the first through tenth
times, nothing. Giving a dozen blow jobs, nothing. Even Vaseline's huge cock
didn't arouse me. Sodomy had no appeal for me. Nothing really repulsed me but
certainly nothing aroused me. About the closest thing I had felt to emotion was
with David. Particularly when I was beating him while he was masturbating. I
found that a little bit of fun. And then came the time when my own ass was
thrashed. I found being stripped and exposed in front of a crowd humiliating.
I found that one part of me was upset by being made to suffer pain. But I found
another part of me excited by the pain. My heart rate increased, my nipples
became more sensitive than usual. There was the slightest tumescent of my clit
and labia, and my vagina became moist. I sensed the same thing as I watched the
other girls being spanked.
But then it happened. When I helped restrain the three "older girls" I felt a
twinge. When I tied them down and as I grabbed Meeshell's wrists and slapped
on the cuffs I felt a flutter in my chest. There is a beautifying effect with
bondage. A middle aged lady like Meeshell when standing erect is a canvass of
defects. Breasts sagging down to the waist are not pretty. That roll of fat
about the waist and the protuberant stomach do not make a pleasing picture. The
way the globes of the buttocks hang down and the flabby thighs shake when they
walk are a real turn off. But bend a middle aged woman over in the right way
and these defects are remedied. The breasts hang down straight, the stomach is
compressed in, the skin of the buttocks is firmed up and I am turned on. And as
I held on to Meeshell's hands for deal life as she was abused, I really got
turned on. Participating in Meeshell's beating actually made my pussy wet.
Every contact of my nipples with the thin cloth of my blouse sent electricity
through me. I swear that everybody in the room was conscious of the extremely
erect condition of my clitoris. I could actually feel droplets of secretions
oozing from my vagina and running down the inner aspect of my thighs. For the
first time in nineteen years I understood what sex was about.
I was stunned and flabbergasted. Every fiber of my being was shredded.
Everything I had been taught was shattered. I was thrown into a pit of
inexhaustible sin and covered with much that I could not scrape off. I knew was
sexual arousal was about and it involved the foulest perversion I knew of -
lesbian sadomasochism. I was damned, irretrievably damned. I was the font of
deepest depravity and I wanted more of it.
Paula - Revelation
On my way to Mr. Wylie's office I managed to stop briefly at my desk. David had
come through. He had promised to hunt up what info he could on Corporate
Punishments Inc. and he delivered. I was appalled by what I saw - this was a
company set up for the express purpose of administering severe beatings to
women. The first download on "Level A Discipline" sent a shiver up my spine.
The second "Level B Discipline" was even worse.
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Prerequisite Level A Discipline administered 2 > 24 hrs previously
(i) subject to remove all garments
(ii) application of instrument 6 (lite), 12 (regular) or >36 (special) times
(iii) implements restricted to (a) cane (b) rod (c) switch
(iv) implement to be applied to any body site excluding face and neck but it is
expected that primary sites to be treated are the breasts and genitalia and most
particularly the nipples, clitoris and labia - client may specific distribution
of strokes and degree of force with >12 strokes. Special service covers female
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(iv) interval no more than once every six weeks
(v) administered by (a) Level I therapists
(vi) locations (a) all Corporate Punishments Service Centers
(vii) authorization (a) office manager, (b) principal
(viii) chastisement of female genitals is always preceded by depilation
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Advisory - Work Impairment, 48 hr at regular level with female genitals: skin
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in some cases impairment of sexual function for up to 10 days
marks may persist for up to three weeks
in some cases mild scarring
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John Wiley - Private Party
We helped the three battered girls into my private office and draped them over
chairs to recover. Then I treated Mary, John, Paula and myself to hefty glass
of Marker's Mark. There are times when Jameson is great. There are times for a
Scot's whiskey. But when you are feeling mellow there is nothing like a great
Bourbon. Just a little bit of ice and lots of Marker's Mark. That's why I
practice law, so I can afford Maker's Mark.
Yes, I noticed her arousal. I'm not sure anybody else did. When Paula knelt
and bent over holding Meeshell's wrists her almost translucent blouse (bless
Mary for buying it) transilluminated and shifted such that I had the nicest view
of her nipples. And I found her almost more fascinating than watching Meeshell
being beaten. Yes Paula's nipples were becoming more and more erect. And at
one critical point when she bent over, I could see that her labia were swollen
and dripping wet. At that point I formulated a plan. We would have a private
little session, just us two men and the five women. Right here in my office.
Fortunately, I keep a reasonable stock of toys in the liquor cabinet in my
office. Just a whip and a couple of riding crops. I never use them as part of
our corporate c.p. program but I do keep them around for pleasurable activities.
Particularly back in the bad old days before the reformation when Mary and Helen
and Grace were attorneys. I used to use my toys to keep the three girls in
line. Now of course we do thing universally and equitably and in public. And
for other things we have Corporate Punishments.
I asked Bill Lee what he thought of things so far. He said he was absolutely
flabbergasted. First at the efficiency of my operation and second that the
compliance of his most arrogant and troublesome employee was so readily
accomplished. I said that all it took was the proper legal background, the
right corporate environment and the ability to move swiftly and decisively. But
we understood these things for they are necessary in either real estate or law.
I sent Mary and Paula off to get the clothes from the conference room. Not that
I was intending for any of them to get dressed soon but I abhor disorder and
clothing lying around the place. I refilled Bill's and my glasses and in a
quiet voice presented what would come next. Crystal, Grace and Meeshell were
off in their own world and never heard a word.
I explained that once the girls recovered their senses, they would be locked in
the stock room overnight. Tomorrow morning Mary would drive the three girls to
the local office of Corporate Punishments, Inc., the company I had sent him the
information on. They would be prepped up and then a thorough caning would be
administer to each of them. Meeshell would hopefully be back to work on Monday
morning. Unfortunately it would probably be a week before any of the three of
them would sit. Possibly, they would have a few, small scars that would remind
them of their subservient status for quite some time to come. If Bill wished,
I would make sure that during Meeshell's caning a significant number of blows
landed on her labia. The sensation of fucking doggie style a cut and swollen
pussy is one of the truly unbelievable experiences in life, I explained to him.
Meeshell's butt will in any case be too sore to take her in the missionary
position for at least a week and it is essential to roger her thoroughly and
frequently for the c.p. system to be effective. So bright and early Monday
morning have her strip and bend over the desk and fuck the hell out of her.
Then sodomize her and have her fellatio the shit encrusted dick. By that point
90% of all women will be completely broken and you can do with her what you
like. Very rarely, a particularly stubborn one will need to be sent back to
Corporal Punishments for a quick repeat session. But not often. Before we
broke for the night I had a special treat in store for him because of our long
and profitable friendship.
Mary and Paula arrived with the clothes from the conference room just at this
point. "Most opportune timing" I said. I explained "I was just explaining the
finer points of our disciplinary system to Mr. Lee. You see that it works at
several different levels. When a girl enters our system at a young and tender
age, like Paula here, she easily and readily adapts. But when a girl is older
and particularly established in bad habits, Meeshell for example, stronger
methods are needed. You both agree, don't you." Mary and Paula were wise
enough to nod in agreement. Paula, show us your understanding by taking your
blouse off. The girl immediately complied. Then I looked at Mary. "Mary", I
said, "you were much harder to train. In fact in your case it took years. But
that happened during the early days of the reformation when we understood little
of what we were doing and there were so many evil voices at work." She nodded
again but I knew she didn't like the direction that things were going.
"Demonstrate your understanding and agreement by disrobing" I said.
Bill Lee - Late Night Thoughts
Well I thought I had seen just about everything that evening but what came next
really opened my eyes. After the semi-public beating of the three women to a
bloody pulp we retired to John's office. There he ranted on about his system
for a while and how it got absolute obedience from his employees. Then he had
Mary Martin strip for me. I was amazed for several reasons. I was amazed
because first of all she was once one of the sharpest lawyers in Park Forest, a
partner in John's firm at twenty-six. The fundamentalist revolution must really
be in place when a woman like her jumps at John's command. Second, I was amazed
that this woman, who must be in her mid forties had such a fabulous body hidden
under those dowdy clothes. Although she did not have enormous breasts or the
cutest ass she was marvelously well put together. I have to admit that I got a
monstrous erection as she stripped. A wry smile crossed John's face as he
suggested that I fuck her right on the couch there in his office.
I have to admit that I jumped at the opportunity. I was so aroused by
everything that had been going on that night, the naked bodies, the beatings,
and now Mary's body provocatively laid out before me, that I blew my load in
record time while giving negligible pleasure to the lady. This didn't seem to
faze her in the least. It was just part of her job. Then John offered to have
Paula, his beautiful young intern blow me. I almost died. She led me from
detumescence to erection to ejaculation with a skill that would have done credit
to a courtesan in an oriental seraglio. At this point I was wrung out and just
slumped into a chair with a fresh glass of bourbon place into my hand.
Then the real freak show began. John commanded Mary to kneel with her hands
behind her head and her quite presentable breasts thrust forward. OK. Then he
produced a set of hand cuffs and a riding crop which he gave to Paula
instructing her to fasten the cuff to Mary's hands. Paula complied whereupon
John commanded her to apply half a dozen sharp blows to each of Mary's nipples.
And Paula complied with enthusiasm. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
After having her nipples soundly whipped, Mary was instructed to lie down supine
on the coffee table with her butt and legs hanging off one end and her head at
the other end. By this time Grace and Crystal had revived and were enlisted as
assistants. They each grasped one of Mary's legs and forced them up toward her
head into what John explained was the diaper position. This prominently exposed
Mary's genitals, displayed for all to see. John now commanded Paula to whip
Mary's perineum mercilessly. I must have seen Mary take 20 blows without
whimpering. Then Crystal was made to perform cunnilingus on Mary while Grace
took Paula over to an adjacent chair and ate her pussy. By this point I was
totally blown away and so Paula came over and gave me another blow job. As this
indescribable orgy came to its conclusion, Meeshell was recovering her senses.
I think that she was speculating that she was hallucinating and that the scene
going on around her was not real. John convinced Meeshell of this world's
reality by having his mignons handcuff Meeshell's wrists behind her back and
then having Paula beat Meeshells breasts with the riding crop until her nipples
bled.
Then just as he said, John had Crystal, Grace and Meeshell marched off to
storeroom to await their dawn session at Corporate Punishments Inc. I wondered
if he would allow them the decency of clothes in the morning. I left him, Mary
and Paula to what ever deviltry their perverted minds could come up with. I
made it home despite innumerable glasses of wine and three very stiff Maker's
Marks only by the grace of God. Sure enough when I got to work on Monday there
was the humblest Meeshell I have ever known. It is true that I fucked her doggy
style over my desk and got blood from her lacerated buttocks all over my shirt
tails for my troubles. Meeshell was so grateful she gave me an exquisite blow
job and licked the dust off my shoes with her tongue. Within two months the
efficiency of my office staff doubled. Three office girls left within two weeks
but the remaining six office girls did the work of nine and then even more.
That was because of what happened out in the field. I had had eight girls
working the field. Meeshell drove off half with her draconian tactics and hired
on two replacements. Those six field girls doubled sales within two months and
keep the sales at those levels. My profits quintupled. I have to admit, John
Wiley III may be a damned pervert but he is the finest pervert it has ever been
my pleasure to work with. And Meeshell makes sure that all the girls that I
fuck are on the pill.
Paula Murphy - What I Did On My Summer Internship
Yes, I spent the rest of the summer at Wiley and Associates. Yes, I went back
to Mother of Mercy College in September and completed my senior year and
graduated Magna Cum Laude in Liberal Arts and Sciences. Yes, I went to work for
Wiley and Associates. Yes, John Wiley donated ten million dollars to Mother of
Mercy College and sits on the board of trustees. Yes during my senior year I
helped to implement the new Mercy College disciplinary system.
My life was never the same. I went to Wiley and Associates, Park Forest IL a
naive Catholic college girl. Semi-pious but not really religious. All I wanted
was a career where I could do something meaningful in a world that seemed to
relegate women to a second class status. That Friday night I as I whipped
Mary's nipples I had an orgasm. My first. As I struck her pudendum repeatedly,
ripping cuts into her labia, I fingered myself to another orgasm. My pussy was
eaten and I had another orgasm. I beat Meeshell's breasts until blood was
running from her nipples and I had an orgasm. Later that night as Mary flogged
my pussy I had a another orgasm. When I lay in my bed at my uncle's house, I
manipulated myself to climaxes at least six more times in that thrashing night
of little sleep as images of women in pain raced through my mind. I who had
never had a single sexual thrill in four years at a Catholic girl's high school
and three years at a Catholic girl's college discovered that God is a lesbian
and God revels in pain. Why else would She have sent Her Son to dwell among us
and be put to death by the worst torture conceived by the cruelest era in human
history. Now every girl in the office fears me. And every girl in the office
worships at my feet. And every Friday at Five O'Clock we have wine and cheese
and a nice Disciplinary Session. And when ever I am sent to Corporate
Punishments Inc. for chastisement I usually have three to four orgasms.
Epilogue
Paula and David got married. After Mary's daughter graduated from college, Mary
stepped down to a part time position splitting her time between Wiley and
Associates and Lee Realty. Paula became the office manager at Wiley and
Associates. With Paula's help, David finally passed the Illinois Bar and became
first an Associate and eventually a partner in Wiley and Associates. Using in
vitro fertilization (some things are never banned) Paula and David eventually
had a litter of four, two boys and two girls. After the Restoration (for all
puritan revolutions eventually fail whether they be English, Russian, Iranian or
American) Paula was one of the first women admitted to law school in Illinois.
She graduated from the University of Chicago Law School in one year and achieved
a perfect score in the bar examination. She became a well respected, albeit
rather stern, judge. All four of their children became physicians. And they
all lived happily ever after.
