Let me start with an apology. This was supposed to be a very short explanation of a type of office discipline but as some of you know, my characters have a habit of getting away from me. The two of them who are the stars of the show just wouldn't let me quit and I have to admit that even after I forced myself to stop writing and post this they still have many adventures which could be chronicled. But that's their problem and not mine.

Anyway, the three of us (Quillis, Joyce and the other guy) hope you enjoy reading about how "Hardware Meets Software".

Joyce had just graduated from college and was very pleased to have gotten a job in one of the most respected software development firms. They were famous for turning out flawless programs well under budget and more often then not, well ahead of schedule. The primary reason was the dedication of the programming staff. There was a strong sense of pride among them which made which, by itself, demanded nothing but excellence. That was coupled with a congenial atmosphere and a feeling of mutual support.

The management felt that the way you dress affects your attitude towards work. A sloppy appearance reflected a sloppiness in attitude that could result in less than perfect performance so there was a strictly enforced dress code. Shirts and ties for the men and conservative businesslike dresses for the women. Although this was a little old fashioned for the silicon valley, the employees shared the view that coming to the office in T-shirts and blue jeans would detract from the pervasive air of professionalism. If they didn't want to take programming seriously they could always get a job at Microsoft.

For the most part their development process was not unusual. The programmers would write the code to match the specifications and do their own unit testing. Once they were satisfied with their part of the program it went to the testing team and any bugs they found would be reported back to the programming supervisor. The one who wrote the code would be required to fix the problem and send it for re-testing. However, there was one other idiosyncrasy about the way this company operated which helped them maintain their extraordinary motivation. Before fixing the problem the programmer would be punished. In like manner, any bug the end users found would reflect poorly on the testing team and the one who should've caught it before the software was released was also subject to punishment. This ensured that the review of the program by all parties was as rigorous as possible and it was very rare that the company received any complaints from its clients.

Another difference between them and most high tech firms was that they did not work in little cubicles but had open desks in large rooms. Usually ten to twelve people shared each `office' and this facilitated the free exchange of ideas and helpful answers to questions by the less experienced members of the teams. The only drawback to this arrangement was that the punishment station was visible to everyone in the room. In essence it was a pole which ran from the floor to the ceiling and had an adjustable shelf unit which was normally flat against the pole. When it was needed it would swing up and a diagonal brace locked it into a horizontal position to give it ample support when it had weight on it. The end of the shelf was well padded in front where the upper thighs would be pressed against it and the top pad was about six inches thick for the first three inches so the bottom of the person laying over it was raised. The rest of the top was also padded so it would be a little comfortable.

The whole mechanism could be adjusted up or down so it would put the tallest or shortest person in the best position. It could also extend or contract so the handles on either side of the end closest to the post could be held while keeping the upper part of the body stretched out and arms completely straight. These handles contained micro-switches which silenced an electronic warning device so it was necessary to hold tight or a shrill beeper would chirp. This system also included a screen which would record all the times when the handles were released so if some vocal response covered the sound of the beep the fact that the grip had been loosened would still be evident. A digital timer was connected to the circuit to show how long the system had been powered. The last items were a very stiff leather covered paddle and a thin belt which hung from the side of the pole.

When someone was to be punished they would be informed by a message popping up on their computer screen. The supervisor who shared the office would leave for exactly ten minutes and the one who the recipient of the bad news had only the first five of them to prepare for the upcoming punishment. First the shelf had to be adjusted to fit their height and arm length. Next the men's shirt-tails or the women's dress and slip would be raised and gathered. The thin belt had plenty of holes so it was truly `one size fits all' and it wrapped around a man's chest or just below a woman's breasts to keep the garments completely clear of the intended target area. Absolutely nothing was supposed to hang below the waist when standing straight up so there was no way any clothes on the top part of their body would interfere with the actual punishment when laying on the shelf with their bottom sticking out.

The final exposure followed as whatever they were wearing below the waist would be lowered all the way down to the ankles. When the path to the target was completely cleared it was time to lay on the shelf and turn on the warning system. The switch was located on the underside of the shelf so when it was turned on it would immediately make a sound since at least one hand (the one operating the switch) was not holding the handle. Try as they might, it was impossible to get totally prepared without the tell-tale beep that would alert any team members who had been so engrossed in their work that they hadn't been watching the proceedings up to this point. There were usually one or two who missed the opening act but most of them had observed every detail since the shelf was raised.

By this point all work had stopped and everyone's chair was turned towards their embarrassed compatriot. They were all good friends but they each shared a common desire for proper retribution when any of them needed it. In that spirit, the audience would make comments about and to the owner of the proffered bottom which enhanced the whole punishment experience to the benefit of the one who was the butt of their jokes and ridicule.

When the supervisor returned it would get quiet. The timer would be checked to verify that the bare rear end waiting for punishment had been on display for at least five minutes and the paddle would be unhooked. The minimum sentence was a dozen swats but that number could be increased in accordance to the potential for embarrassment to the company if the bug survived. Of course, that number would also rise considerably if the timer showed less than the required five minutes or the screen indicated that one of the handles were released for even a second either during the entire punishment which included the waiting time, the actual spanking and the period of reflection afterwards. The first sound of leather striking flesh would split the air like a gunshot. The fun was over. Everyone was reminded that the paddle was not a toy and the true purpose of these proceedings was to reinforce the work ethic with the application of considerable pain.

Although the supervisors were usually well liked and respected they knew the importance of this ritual. In fact, everyone, including the one getting paddled would have lost respect for them if the spanking was not a severe and memorable punishment. The arm would draw back and swing the paddle forward faster than the eye could follow. Even those with considerable experience at receiving this form of punishment would be in tears by the fourth or fifth stroke and crying loud enough for all to hear before the last crack echoed off the walls. The beginners would be much more vocal in their expressions of discomfort and the reason for the tracking screen was apparent. The horn was difficult to hear over their lamentations. Either way, hearing the horn or seeing the new line on the tracker would mean two extra swats and although begging for mercy was not uncommon, nobody ever took the option of refusing the punishment and leaving the company.

When the spanking was over the timer and tracking screen would be reset to zero. Again the supervisor would leave the room but nobody made any more jokes or comments about the well punished rear end in front of them. For the next ten minutes the owner of that bottom would remain in position unable to rub the stinging skin for fear of a repeat of the whole cycle. They could see the screen so they knew when the time was up. Even so, usually he or she would stay an extra minute or two before rising to make sure they didn't get up too early. The horn would beep until they turned the system off but they would not reset the timer. It was equally embarrassing to both men and women to stand with their arms at their sides while they remained naked from waist to ankles. Since they had already shown enough of their back side, they would have to face the rest of the staff until the supervisor returned to check the tracking screen. The rules stated that if it indicated that the post-spanking display lasted less than ten minutes the entire punishment was to be repeated. In the history of the company, that had never been necessary.

What was not unusual was for a hand to inadvertently relax a bit too much due to inattention or being distracted by the agony at their other end while reflecting on their error. These departures from strict adherence to the rules earned the same penalty as if the horn had sounded during the spanking. Back over the shelf and payment was immediate. The tracker screen could be counted on to show a clean slate after the next ten minute period of contemplation.

When the supervisor was assured that all requirements had been satisfied they usually rewarded the one they had just punished with a hug. It was a family atmosphere and the affection was returned. The one crying had screwed up and been punished by someone who truly cared about them as well as the quality of their product.

After putting their clothes back in proper order, they would be shown where they made the mistake. There was one computer set on a high platform so they could correct their code without having to sit down and everyone would get back to work with renewed dedication.

Joyce was well aware of the rules and methods of enforcement when she accepted the job. In her final interview their method of maintaining excellence was fully explained and she was told that they took it so seriously that part of the welcoming training would be spent in learning how to adjust the shelf and arrange her clothing appropriately so she would know how to prepare herself if the situation arose. Even with the wonderful assurance of youth that she already knew everything there was to know about computers she was not foolish enough to think she would never miss something. When she accepted their job offer she had no doubt that it wasn't a question of `if' she needed to be over the shelf but 'when'.

The full program of learning company rules, regulations, policies and programming standards lasted three weeks and most of it was in a classroom setting. It wasn't until Thursday morning that she got her initial training in their disciplinary procedures. Each new employee had a time assigned to them in a small room that was equipped with a punishment pillar like the ones found in every workspace. This was a private session with her instructor so it limited her embarrassment at being exposed in front of all the other new employees. But it was still going to be a bit humiliating to do what was required with another person present. Especially since the Education Center's policy called for the punishment instructor to be of the opposite sex and the one assigned to her was only a few years older and fairly good looking. She had taken notice of him during the classroom lectures and put him into the category of an acceptable date. And, if the opportunity presented itself, she wouldn't object to spending the night with him but considering sex as a possibility with someone you just met was not sufficient preparation to being in a room where she would have her modesty compromised without the romance.

Just listening to him talk about how she was supposed to arrange her clothing was enough to get her flushed. He told her that the first few times she had to prepare herself for a spanking in front of her fellow programmers it would be extremely mortifying but once she truly understood that they all had to go through this, it would be a little easier. However, he had to laugh a bit as he emphasized that he meant the word `little'. He promised to do his best to prepare her for the inevitable but no matter how well she learned her lessons now and even after she had been punished many times, it would never be easy to provide an entertaining display of her charms while waiting for what she knew was going to hurt like hell. He spoke from experience since the instructors were punished in front of their peers if any student was released from their tutelage less than completely prepared to perform their jobs or lacking a full understanding of all company rules.

The first thing she had to learn was how to operate the shelf unit. It wasn't particularly complicated but would be difficult to figure out if your were nervously awaiting your punishment and the time spent getting it just right was sure to eat into the required display time. In fact, even with his experience it took a while to test and adjust it. She was completely dressed but not at all comfortable to have her bottom projecting out and she shivered each time he would put his hands on her sides to get her settled on the shelf. Even worse was when he held her hips to make sure she was properly pressed against the edge but eventually he was satisfied that they had found the optimum height and degree of extension to keep her comfortable but well positioned for the paddle She shivered when he said that word and she couldn't help looking up at it. He broke her reverie by showing her the standardized marks on the pole and the side of the shelf so she would know exactly what settings to use on any punishment station in the building.

Now that her resting place was in order it was time to spend more time discussing the proper arrangement of her clothes. She was red as a beet as he so nonchalantly talked about her dress and underwear although the verbal description of how she would be exposed only lasted a minute. Then he told her to put his words into action. She bravely but gingerly raised her dress and slip. Unfortunately she forgot to get the belt off the hook so she had to hold her clothes up with one hand as she retrieved it. She felt like she was all thumbs as she tried to maintain her modesty while getting the belt buckled around her. He laughed at her antics and told her to try again with a few suggestions. She should get the belt as soon as the shelf was set, put one end in the buckle and wrap it loosely around her knees. Then slide it under her dress and up to her breasts. It would drag her clothes with it and everything would rise up nicely. The belt could then be tightened just enough to keep the clothes from falling.

She tried this method on her next attempt and it was much easier but she was still red faced so he made her put the belt down and raise her dress while facing him. Then with her back towards him and once again giving him a front view of her panty hose. He was helping her get over her embarrassment but she didn't truly appreciate it at the time. By the end of her training she would think nothing of letting him see her underwear. In fact, she would almost feel overdressed but that was in the future, today she was still a little apprehensive. After the clothes was successfully held in place she stood for his inspection. He found one part of the dress was still hanging too low so she went though the process again and again until he was satisfied. She was concentrating so hard on doing this correctly that she actually forgot about what the true purpose of this action was. Only when she stood for his last perusal did she remember that she was no longer covered as a modest young girl should be.

She also knew that raising her dress was just the first part of getting her bottom prepared. The next step was to lower her other clothes and she was not at all happy about that but unless she wanted to drop out of the training program she had to do it. She was very shy so she turned her back to him and had to force herself to pull the pantyhose down. It took another few seconds before she took a deep breath and sent her panties along the same path. The feeling of cool air on normally covered skin was balanced by the heat of her humiliation but it was done or so she thought. He said she would have to do get her undergarments down faster than that so he made her pull them back up and take them down five times. Two of these exercises were while facing him so when she bared herself the last time she understood that there were more embarrassing parts to be exposed than her bottom and it didn't seem as bad to know he was looking at that as she faced the pole.

He had her put her clothes back in proper order and do the whole routine three more times before he allowed her to lay across the shelf. He knew what she was going through and gave her a few moments to accept that her deliciously bare and vulnerable rear end was raised and presented properly. Then he told her to turn on the warning system. The beeper sounded for four or five seconds while she fumbled for the proper grip on the handles. He turned the system off and said he wanted her to try again but when she reached under the shelf he clarified his instructions and meant for her to try again from the beginning. For the umpteenth time she went from bare bottom to fully clothed and back to bare bottom again. This time the beep was very short and he let her stay on the shelf.

He said that she would normally hold this position for at least five minutes with all her office mates watching but for today, she would only have to wait for a minute. She wasn't sure she cared for what she inferred from his words. He didn't say she only had to be in this horrible position for a minute but only had a short time to wait. The question was, what was she waiting for? In her heart she knew this training was to cover more than just the way she should get prepared. It was also going to teach her the capabilities of the paddle and she was not looking forward to that.

He confirmed her suspicions when he took the paddle off its hook and moved behind her. She was nervous but when he told her that the room had thick, well insulated and soundproofed walls she went from quiet trepidation to being downright scared. Thinking about getting punished and even offering her bare bottom for it was one thing, actually feeling the paddle was another and she knew the reason the room prevented any noise from leaking out is that she, like many students before her, would soon be making quite a bit of it. He could see her fear and said it was quite natural but to make her feel a little more at ease he told her that today's introduction to the paddle would be a token set of three swats.

He asked if she was ready and after closing her eyes and saying a brief prayer, she nodded. Her head was no sooner done with its movement when the paddle connected and it was not a gentle stroke. If she was to be prepared to go out into the workplace she would have to know what to expect when she erred so she learned why the shelf was padded in the front as her thighs were drilled forward by a paddle trying its best to drive her into the pole. Since it was the first time anyone had ever struck her rear end it was understandable that she did not keep her grip on the handles tight enough for that first one or either of the next two equally hard impacts. After a minute for her to regain some semblance of composure he gently gave her a few hints and techniques she could use to keep at least part of her mind concentrating on that task. To give her a chance to practice he said he would give her a few more but only another three strokes rather than the six that she would have earned if this was a real punishment. Again the horn sounded but only once. This was a good start and he did not punish her further. Not physically that is, she still had to remain over the shelf to keep her newly marked bottom displayed but only for five minutes.

After he allowed her to get dressed again he gave her a hug but she didn't feel very kindly towards him. Her bottom was sore and he had made her expose herself much more than she was expecting. She understood the need for her to go through this kind of training but he didn't have to act like he enjoyed humiliating her.

Her next session in the room with him was the following Monday afternoon. She had four days to forget how humiliating it was to go through the preparations and she was as embarrassed as she was last Thursday morning by the time she was ready. And from the moment she entered the room she tried unsuccessfully not to think about what came next. That part she did not forget and it was much harder to lay on the shelf and wait since she had vivid memories of what the paddle felt like and today she was going to get even more swats. Six real stingers were applied to her bottom and she held the handles until the last one. He told her he was proud of her increased endurance but she had to learn the necessity of accepting the punishment properly. She kept her hands in place for the two penalty strokes and almost made it through the ten minute after spanking display. He shook his head and seemed genuinely sorry to give her another set of double swats. To be sure, he wasn't as sorry as she was but she made it through them and the next ten minutes of humiliation without incurring further chastisement. Maybe it was because she felt like she had accomplished something but she wasn't quite as cold to him for her post-spanking hug.

That Thursday he told her she was going to get the full dozen just as she would in her office. She swallowed hard as he looked at his watch and said, "You've just gotten a notice on your screen. Get ready."

She quickly complied and since her mind was focused on the upcoming pain she barely thought about him seeing her go through her preparations. It wasn't till she was on the shelf and waiting that she realized that she had been facing him during that process and he saw a lot more than her bottom. He had seen as much that during the first training session but her most private parts were kept out of sight when she prepared herself on Monday and she wondered why she didn't turn away from him today. She had to admit she was attracted to him since the first time he walked into the classroom but was that justification for her extra display or was it just a mistake? She couldn't find an answer and then she was preoccupied with the thought of getting so many swats. She barely made it through the first five she got last time and lost control for the sixth. The two penalty swats were almost unbearable and that was still less than she was going to have to endure in a few minutes. It was almost a relief when she saw him take the paddle. At least the horrible waiting was over and she vainly hoped the reality wouldn't be as bad as her imagination feared.

It fact, it was much worse than she thought it would be. It was only four more than she got the last time but these were landing on well punished territory and the pain she felt from each one was magnified exponentially. She faltered on the last two and the four penalty strokes she earned were no less in bringing her to new plateaus of agony. By all rights she should have gotten many more since she unable to maintain a tight grip on the handles for any of the extras and the horn sounded for each one. He was willing to overlook that but promised that he would not be so lenient next time. She thanked him for his consideration and promised to do better.

She was so sincere in her desire to perform perfectly that she asked him to give her another swat so she could try again while her bottom was most sensitive. Impressed by his student, he smiled and granted her request. The beep rang out and he reminded her of the methods he recommended and asked if she wanted to see if any of those techniques helped. She nodded and eventually she got the eight extra penalty strokes after all. Although she was only able to comply with the rules for the last two they were unquestionably the worst of the lot. All in all, they were both satisfied that she was well on her way to developing the proper attitude and acceptance of this type of professional development and his hug went a long way to comforting her but unfortunately did nothing to provide any solace to her rear end.

The training program took this into consideration so all the students were allowed to stand for the afternoon class. Everyone of them truly appreciated it.

The next session made them both proud. She was able to get the shelf adjusted, her clothes arranged, turn the timer on and grasp the handles in less then a minute. However, her enthusiasm to show how much she learned waned in the next nine minutes as the paddle hung close to her face. She trembled when he took it and then tried to relax and remember his suggestions an how to accept the punishment without breaking any other rules. It was hard keeping her hands on the handles but what was really hard was the way he brought the paddle into contact. However, she was successful and managed to take all the swats and keep herself in the proper position for the full ten minutes of after-spanking mortification and contemplation. As always, she got a hug and for the first time really felt thankful towards the one who had just given her backside something to think about for quite a while.

Friday was sort of a graduation. All of the new employees had gone through their training in preparing themselves for punishment but it had only been in the presence of their individual instructor. This morning they would learn how it felt to bare themselves in front of others. There was a punishment pole in the classroom and they would be required to get into position as if they were going to get spanked. The paddle was not present to assure them that this was only an exercise and their bottoms were not going to be punished and that was a small relief. However, the training staff had the philosophy that doing a job that might be unpleasant is slightly easier if you've had to do something along similar lines that was somewhat worse. Rather than just baring their bottoms as they would normally, each student was required to strip completely in front of the whole class and some visiting dignitaries.

Joyce was not the first so there were already a few naked people when she walked to the front of the room and removed every stitch of clothing. Still, it was not something she would care to do every day and she, like all the others, had a red face as she stood and turned a complete circle before adjusting the shelf and giving them a good look at her supple bottom. However, in spite of the embarrassment, many of the students, Joyce included, showed signs of erotic arousal as they let the other students and the instructors see all they had to offer although it was assumed that the only part of them that was truly being offered was the bottom so prominently displayed. The next time it was bare and available for view it would also be anxiously waiting for multiple visits from the paddle. But that was not going to happen this morning so they could find a little enjoyment out of being forced to be an exhibitionist and see the rest of their compatriots in their natural state.

She carried her clothes back to her seat and watched the others perform the same strip and twirl show. She had never paid much attention to other people's rear ends before and was amazed to notice the many variations of shape and size. The one thing they all had in common was a few faded marks that reassured her that she was not the only one to have gotten more than just a few introductory swats from the paddle. The students stayed nude while they took a written test and then the instructors asked questions of each student. They had to stand up to answer so they were all reminded of their nakedness in case they forgot. Finally they were allowed to get dressed and the company hosted a delicious luncheon.

When the meal was over the chief of training proudly announced that the exams had been graded and everyone passed with flying colors. After applauding at the news and everybody hugging everyone else he told them that the only thing left on the schedule was one last interview with their primary instructor and then they could have the rest of the day off . He ended by cautioning them to get lots of rest during the weekend since they would start their real jobs on Monday and would want to be wide awake and make a good impression on their supervisors.

At first Joyce was a little surprised when they went to the small punishment training room but she thought it was just because there were not enough classrooms for the two of them to have a conversation alone. He congratulated her on getting the highest marks in the class and said she had been his favorite student. She blushed a bit when he added that he was not only referring to her studies in class but also the time they spent together in this room. And speaking of that, the real reason for this meeting was for her to get a one more paddling as a ceremonious finale to her company training. She sighed in resignation and the room was silent other than the gentle sound of clothes being arranged until the tell-tale beep indicated that she was ready. He let her wait for a minute before he reached under the table and turned the warning system off. She turned her head to look at him questioningly and he explained, "I love watching you get ready and I'd be less than honest if I said I wasn't going to enjoy watching you do it again. You can get up."

Although she kept her back to him while preparing herself she had gotten over her embarrassment to be half naked in front of him and she didn't make any effort to restore her modesty as she turned to face him. She watched his eyes and knew what he was looking at but it didn't bother her like it did that first session. What she really wanted right then was to show him everything. She got her wish when he said this time together was a continuation of the philosophy that displaying a bare bottom for office punishment would be easier after another exercise in taking off all her clothes.

When she was nude she found herself feeling quite sexy and it was obvious that she was in no hurry to lay on the shelf as she let him stare at her to his heart's content. He thought she was beautiful with her clothes on and thoroughly enjoyed seeing her partially nude during the previous sessions. Although he was in the classroom that morning he didn't feel he could give her naked body the visual inspection it truly deserved. But, being alone with her in this little room was a different story and he was taking advantage of the opportunity to the fullest. After a few minutes of silent appreciation he told her his opinion of what he saw. She tried to play the coy and embarrassed maiden but inwardly was quite happy he found her attractive. He chuckled and said, "I don't think this is having the effect the syllabus intended. This is supposed to be a very embarrassing experience for you."

Along with her clothes, she had shed her natural shyness and answered, "It would be if it were anyone other than you but maybe it would be more in keeping with the program if I had to stand here and let you touch me. I'm sure that would be horrible but I'd have no choice other than to submit to it."

Somehow the smile on her face seemed to indicate that she wouldn't find it very disconcerting at all and he was tempted by her offer. However, they were there for a reason and it was time to get to it but maybe he could get a little more personal contact in the process.

He put one hand on her breast and she took a quick breath. She slowly let the air out as she reveled in his touch while his other hand gently pushed on her back and guided her over the shelf. He felt it necessary to make sure she was comfortable so he moved to her other side and slipped a hand under her to verify that that breast was equally as soft and firm as the other. Although he had applied the paddle to her sweet little rear this was the first time he ran his hand over that smooth skin but it was imperative that he ascertain that her posture was absolutely correct. Since this was a special spanking her feet wouldn't be constrained by clothes gathered about her ankles so they could be moved apart a little more. Of course, he had to help her by sliding his had down to her thighs and its path took a small detour. Both of them were a little disappointed that it was just a fleeting contact.

When he stepped to her side near the paddle she pointed out that they forgot to turn the warning system on. He said they weren't going to need it and produced a long elastic bandage. It wrapped around her hands, the handles and up to her wrists and she felt like she was permanently attached to the pole. Next he fastened the belt around her waist to hold her tight against the shelf. Then he came back to where the paddle was hanging and kissed her cheek.

Although the answer was obvious she asked anyway. "The reason we had to strip in front of the class was to make baring our bottoms for the real thing seem less embarrassing. By the way you've got me tied I assume I'm going to find out that an office paddling is not the worst thing that can happen to my bottom. Am I right?"

He took the paddle off its hook and nodded. Then she put her head down and whispered, "How many swats?"

He answered, "No set number but it will be as many as I can deliver in five minutes. I'm afraid its going to hurt but I have a responsibility to take you far beyond what you think you can endure. Don't be embarrassed to cry and scream. You wouldn't be able to keep yourself quiet anyway and I ought to tell you that no matter how much you beg for mercy or beg me to stop it won't do you any good but it go ahead if you like, it might make you feel better to be doing something to try and defend yourself. I will admit that I have enjoyed spanking you more than any other student but this is going to be something that I'm not looking forward to. I suppose that sounds silly since you're the one who's going to suffer physically but if it's any comfort, know that it will not be a pleasure for either of us."

She said, "Thank you for saying that. You swing a mean paddle but I have to be honest also. I don't have much experience getting spanked but by last Tuesday I found it not as bad as I feared. It still hurt but I felt there was something special about giving myself to you for punishment. Maybe it was just because you trained me so well but I don't think so. Anyway, thank you for everything you've taught me so far and while I can still say it, thank you for what your going to do next. I'm really scared but there's no use putting it off any longer. Do what you have to do."

Brave words indeed and she really meant them but although he spaced the swats about five seconds apart she was giving voice to her agony after only the first thirty seconds. Since she had no way of telling how much time had elapsed or how much longer she would be suffering it seemed to last an eternity. As he predicted, she was retracting her previously kind words and shamelessly pleading for him to stop if only for a minute. She offered him free access to every part of her body and promised to satisfy whatever sexual desire he wished no matter how perverted. She was quite explicit in some of her suggestions and he was impressed at the extent of her knowledge. She seemed like such a sweet and innocent girl so he couldn't help but wonder if these were things she had actually done or just heard about. Either way, he was not deterred from his task and it was easily a full thirty seconds before she realized her trial of pain was complete. Of course, her bottom was a mass of bruises and she was still sobbing uncontrollably but there was a tiny spark in her brain that recognized that she had survived. More importantly, she even felt a little bit grateful. There was no doubt getting spanked for programming errors would hurt but since she lived through this, she could prepare herself and endure those public punishments with more courage.

As more of her brain returned to normal functionality she was ashamed of the things she said during her paddling. She not only offered to do the most disgraceful acts but also called him some very horrible names. She wanted to apologize but it would be a few more minutes before she could attempt anything as complicated as talking. There would be time for that later but for now she decided that she was too exhausted to do anything except stay on the shelf but when you get right down to it, she didn't have any choice since she was still held in place and he wasn't making any motions to rectify that situation.

Which is not to say he was ignoring her. After he put the paddle back in its proper location he took it upon himself to stroke her back and keep gentle hands on her shoulders which were shaking with her sobs as she gasped for breath. When she turned her head towards him he sweetly traced her tears with his fingers and used his handkerchief to dry her face. In time she tried to speak and with halting sentences said she was sorry for the awful things she said about him and his relatives and hoped he didn't think she was the kind of girl that would even think of performing some of the sex acts she described but admitted she was desperate to avoid the paddle. When he asked if she would've really done those things with him if he agreed to stop before the appointed time she turned red but answered, "I might've been disgusted but if I promised to do something in return for your mercy I would've done it. I guess I'm happy you choose to keep paddling. How long until you release me?"

He looked at his watch and said she had another five minutes. She sighed, "My rear end is killing me. If I had my hands there's no way I could keep them in the proper place. I don't care how loud that beeper is, I would be on my feet and dancing around like crazy with both hands rubbing myself. I guess this teaches me that keeping them away from a little sting after only a dozen is not so hard after all but I think I've learned that lesson. Can't you let me up early or do something?"

He kissed her cheek again and said, "I think you're beautiful just the way you are and letting you get dressed is the last thing I want to do but I have some lotion that might help."

He poured some into his hand and softly rubbed it on her damaged skin. She jumped at his first touch but soon relaxed and let his comforting caress and soothing lotion work their magic. This took a lot longer than five minutes and he could legally release her but neither of them seemed concerned about the time.

When he dried his hands he asked if there was any other parts that needed attention. Now that the pain in her bottom was down to a dull but continuous ache she could smile as she answered that although the top of the shelf was nicely padded it wasn't designed for someone to be on it for such a severe paddling. He undid the belt holding her torso and slid his hand under her to `soothe' that side especially where she had some very nice bulges.

Since it only took one hand to do that the other stayed on the part hanging off the table and slipped between her thighs for more than the quick touch he limited himself to earlier. It didn't take long before the paddle seemed a distant memory and she was finding that being tied and helpless while he took very bold and much appreciated liberties was very arousing. It got even better when he said, "I've had to instruct a lot of students in the way our company handles discipline but I've never taken advantage of any woman in here even when I had to bind her for the final spanking. None of them affected me the way you do. You're the first one I've ever touched like this but you're too beautiful to resist and I can't help myself. If I've gone too far say so and I'll let you up. You can lodge a complaint with the company and they will make sure it never happens again."

She looked at him and purred, "Your problem is you're not going far enough. Do you remember the first thing I offered in my attempts to get you to stop?"

Every word she uttered was forever etched in his memory, especially that offer. "Although what you said was more direct, you suggested that I might like to have sexual intercourse and you would be willing to service me in that manner. Is that what you mean?"

She nodded and said, "Well, you've stopped paddling me so I guess I should honor my promise."

He reminded her that he had not stopped as a result of her offer but had continued the punishment for the full time period but chuckled as he understood what she was really saying and added, "But if you feel duty bound to show your gratitude in that manner I would be less than a gentleman if I refused. By the way, as long as you brought the subject up, that wasn't your only promise. What about the other things you said you'd do for me? Do those offers still stand?"

She was feeling so sexy and aroused that some of her suggestions didn't seem to be so bad after all but he would have to release her from the table first and to tell the truth, she didn't want her first bondage experience to end any more than he did. He was all smiles when she told him that and then she added, "I ought to warn you that I've never done anything like that. I've only read about them so don't expect me to perform perfectly but a promise is a promise. If you don't mind waiting I'll start the rest of the payment later. I'm free tomorrow night."

He was relieved to hear that she wasn't as sexually active as her comments suggested but was quite happy to know that she was open to experimentation. She had already let him know she liked being strapped in place and she might find some of those new ideas equally enjoyable. Truly, she was a treasure he didn't want to lose so they set a time to meet for dinner. Neither one thought it strange that they just made arrangements for their first date with Joyce naked and bound to a table and getting impatient for her first offer to be accepted. As luck would have it, he just happened to have a condom readily available and the padding at the end of the table got another good workout. This time it wasn't a paddle trying to drive her forward but a handsome man thrusting into her happy space. It is to his credit that he was able to hold out until she had her orgasm before he let himself reach a sexual climax.

He did not withdraw immediately but let her warmth engulf him while they exchanged sweet words and he gently stroked her back. Although Joyce was reminded of the paddle's recent application every time he slammed into the soft cushion between him and the shelf it enhanced her feeling of helplessness and the extra discomfort didn't diminish her enjoyment. She pulled against the bandages that were wrapped around her hands. Not to try and get free but to revel in the fact that she still had no control over the situation whatsoever. He could keep her like this all afternoon and she couldn't do anything about it. She supposed she should be frightened but she lay her head down and smiled. As long as she remained his naked toy there was always the chance he might like to repeat their most recent activity.

Then it dawned on her that he might decide to add a few more swats. Oh well, there was nothing to do but wait and see. She had a good feeling that tomorrow wouldn't be their last date and if the relationship continued she was sure it would include more spankings. And since he seemed to like having her helpless she had hopes for more of his loving abuse while she was physically constrained. Another token tug at the bandages and her face sported a very contented grin.

At last he slipped out and stepped to one side. As he unraveled the bandages she asked if she was now officially welcomed into the company. He waited until her other hand was free before saying she was a full fledged member of their exclusive group and asked how she felt.

She stood up get the kinks out of her arms and as the skin on her backside moved it renewed her recollections of the paddle. She fell into his arms and said, "I feel that putting my clothes on is going to be difficult, walking a real challenge and sitting totally impossible but I'm glad I took the job and got to meet you."

She was so comfortable with him that she had no inhibitions about her newly discovered sexuality so she added, "However, we still haven't solved the problem about me not being embarrassed to strip for you in accordance with company guidelines. There are certain parts you didn't spend near enough time touching. If I got back on the shelf and lay on my back you could tie me again and I would be forced to endure you playing with my breasts for the rest of the afternoon. Then I'd really feel that we'd complied with all the requirements."

She moved away a few inches so he could grasp one of the parts she just mentioned and sighed, "That is very tempting but I have to go to a meeting in a half-hour. We'll explore that option tomorrow night. After that adorable mouth of yours performs offer number two we'll find a somewhat softer surface to tie you to. Then these little bumps will entertain us until I try offer number one again."

She pouted at his comment about them being little but had to laugh at herself for saying she would be free on Saturday. It looked like her freedom was going to be in jeopardy before the night was over and she was going to give it up gladly.

As she predicted, getting dressed was harder than normal so he helped her. If she had a choice she would've left her underwear off but it wouldn't do to walk through the halls in less than proper attire. As far as the walking was concerned, every step crinkled her backside and reminded her that before they made love she had undergone a horrible spanking. Since it was not unusual for students to leave the punishment training rooms with a shorter than normal stride, especially after the final session, none of the instructors she met on her way to her car paid the slightest attention to her apparent discomfort. Instead they just congratulated her on her high marks and wished her well in her new job.

She became one of their best programmers and only rarely did she have to put herself on the shelf. As her instructor had warned, it was not an easy task to go through the preparations in front of her friends and her ears burned the first time she had to listen to their comments about her bare bottom. She was such a pleasant and congenial girl it pained her supervisor to spank her but he had to make an impression and he used the paddle as hard as he did on everyone else. She started crying after the forth swat and was yelping for the last three. It was obvious that he was not holding back because of her size or age. But after she proved to be capable of accepting the paddle and the display both before and after without earning even one extra swat every one was impressed.

The truth is that she had plenty of opportunities to practice. She and her instructor had moved in together and although the paddle was the only implement the company sanctioned for use on employees that restriction did not inhibit him from expanding her horizons when they were not on company property. He was always careful not to leave any marks that might be seen if she ever had to display a rear end that he had recently spanked but she became familiar with many different tools. Some of them were probably never designed to be used on a quivering bottom but that didn't make them any less effective and it was getting to the point where she was seeing the spanking potential in many everyday objects. Together they had explored almost all of the ways to enjoy sex that she had suggested that Friday and she couldn't count the positions in which he tied her.

It became a running joke about her lack of embarrassment to strip in front of him and as soon as they got home every evening and closed the door she would shed her clothes in the living room before they went to the bedroom to get into more casual attire. More often than not, it would be a long time until they got around to supper and it was not uncommon for them to have satisfied smiles while she was squirming on a sore bottom during the meal.

As she stood and worked on the computer she couldn't help running her hand over her bottom from time to time. Nobody thought much of it since that was a typical post-spanking action but what they didn't know was that she was thinking about what that area was going to feel like by the time she went to sleep. Unbeknownst to most of the staff, all punishments were recorded in a database so the training department could monitor the progress of their graduates. Her lover would see today's entry and even before she got home and stood nude so he could see the results of the paddle he would know she had gotten her first public paddling. They had discussed how they were going to celebrate this event so she knew she would be riding in the car with her pantyhose around her ankles and bare bottom on a piece of sandpaper they had been saving for this special day. The dozen swats she got from her supervisor would only be the beginning of her punishment. They wouldn't have supper until very late and by then she would have been spanked and used for his sexual gratification many times.

It would be a trying night but she had to smile. No matter how hard he tried to be a cruel and unyielding disciplinarian none of the spankings would be unbearable and regardless of what sexual activity he choose, she knew he would make sure they would both be well satisfied.

Life is good.

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