by Katie Bradford
Emma stared hard at the door. So far she had seen three people go in but no-one had yet come back out. That meant one of two things. Either there was another way out once you got on the other side, or no one left alive! She prayed it was the former.
She'd been waiting for quite a while. Not that she was really in a great hurry to get back there but she did want to get the whole stupid thing over with. Practically every nail on her right hand was chewed down to the quick from nerves.
She was the only one left in the waiting room. Everyone else had been called. She wondered what would happen if she just got up and walked right out of the door and went home. But she didn't. She knew she'd be caught and her punishment would just be worse. So, she sat and waited.
Finally, the older woman behind the desk looked straight at her and said, "They're almost ready for you. Please go in and strip from the waist down. They'll be with you in a moment."
She wondered who 'they' were but was afraid to ask. She thought she was seeing one man but apparently she was seeing several.
Slowly, standing on shaky legs, Emma walked towards the door. Each step she took seemed to grow heavier and heavier until finally she reached her destination. Turning the knob with a sweaty palm, she opened the door.
At first glance upon stepping into the room, Emma didn't see that it looked much different from how a doctor's office might look. There was an examination table in the middle, a sink on the side and plenty of cabinets. But on a closer inspection of her surroundings, Emma discovered a few rather alarming corporal punishment items she'd never seen before pushed into one of the corners. And one wall was totally lined with paddles of different shapes and sizes. Emma shivered apprehensively.
Reluctantly, she closed the door behind her and began following the directions she had been given. Before long her new linen skirt and black panties were both draped across one of the many chairs occupying the room. She wasn't sure whether or not she was supposed to be sitting or standing. The lady hadn't said anything about that. So she simply stood leaning against the examination table and stared once more at the stupid door.
It seemed like she had been standing for an eternity before she heard a loud knock on the door. She hadn't even said, "Come in," before three men came waltzing in, practically ignoring her very existence as they continued talking with one another. In fact, it was several long seconds before they seemed to realize there was a fourth person in the room.
"Miss Banks?" the oldest of the three men asked as he read the name off of a chart that he held tightly in his hands.
"Yes Sir," Emma responded, humiliated at standing half naked in front of three men. She tried without much success to hide her frontal nudity with her hands.
Seeing her embarrassment, the man said rather haughtily, "There is nothing you have down there that my colleagues and I haven't seen a million times, Miss Banks, I assure you. Place your hands to your side and keep them there."
Having heard through the grapevine that you never talked back to these people, Emma placed her arms immediately to her side and stared down at the floor.
"Now, Miss Banks," the man continued, reviewing the sheet in front of him, "it appears you have been sent here by your boss, Mr. Andrews. He has quite a list of things you are being reprimanded for this afternoon. Are you aware of why you were sent down here?"
Emma said nothing.
"Cat got your tongue, girl?"
"No."
"Then I expect an answer. I'll ask you again, do you know why you were sent down to our office?"
She knew all right. Mr. Andrews had made it perfectly clear in his office earlier that morning. She also knew she was probably lucky to even still have her job, as angry as he was.
Looking at the floor Emma mumbled, "I was wasting time."
When there was complete silence following her answer, she looked up to see all three men standing there glaring at her.
"I can see why you're here if that's all you understood from the lecture Andrews undoubtedly gave you before sending you down here," the older man snarled.
Mr. Andrews had lectured her. In fact he had lectured her all through her lunch break and told her that would make up for some of the work time she had wasted earlier.
"Let's review the list, shall we?" The older man paused and then continued, "This says you single-handedly lost the Briar's account."
"I did not!" Emma gasped indignantly. "Not my fault that Briar's got inept help! I called them personally and told them the change in venue. It isn't my fault they missed it."
Clearing his throat at the interruption, the man continued, "Twenty two typos in one letter!"
"Well he kept interrupting me," Emma said defensively. "Who can concentrate when someone keeps calling you on the intercom wanting coffee or -"
"Young lady, I neither expect nor want an explanation after each transgression. You will hold your tongue," the man warned.
Emma lowered her eyes, embarrassed at being reprimanded once more. It seemed like that was what her whole day had been - one big reprimand.
"It also seems you've been using work time to write to your friends on ... what is it they call it now, Johnson?" He turned to one of the men standing beside him.
"Facebook, Sir," Johnson replied. "Seems to be all the rage these days. My girlfriend is always on it."
"Yes. Well however popular it is, it is very inappropriate at work, young lady!" he snapped, turning his attention back to Emma and then back to the sheet he had in front of him. "It also appears you have been reprimanded several times for speaking rudely to clients on the phone, and just generally wasting time in the office. In other words, young lady, you've been a very naughty employee!"
Frowning, Emma thought about how much she disliked Mr. Andrews for sending her downstairs to the Attitude Adjustment Department. She really felt like her boss was overreacting. After all, she'd only messed up a few times. She didn't deserve the treatment she knew was coming. She'd heard horror stories from several of the other girls who had been sent down for one reason or another.
"You will refer to me as Sir, and only Sir. Do you understand?" the man asked sternly.
Emma wanted to say, 'Of course I understand! I'm not an imbecile,' but she was afraid of what the consequences might be, so she looked up briefly and said, "Yes Sir."
"This is Johnson," he said, pointing to the main on his right, and then added as he turned his head slightly in the other direction, "And this is Ashton."
Emma looked at both men briefly as they were introduced, and noticed that Ashton was doing more then just looking at her. He seemed to be undressing the rest of her in his mind which didn't totally displease Emma as she thought he was rather cute too. She was just sorry she had to meet someone like him in a place like this.
She didn't have much time to think about Ashton however, because the older man, the one who had told her to call him Sir, looked down at her and said, "Your shirt is too long. It will cover a portion of your bottom. You'll need to remove it."
Speechlessly, Emma stared up at the man! There was no way she could have possibly heard him correctly! He did not just tell her to take her shirt off, did he? Not here in front of three grown men.
"Now, Miss Banks. We don't have all day. Remove your shirt and place it on top of your other pieces of clothing."
"Remove my shirt?"
"Do you question Mr. Andrews like this, young lady?" the older man asked condescendingly, and without waiting for an answer, he added, "If you need help disrobing, I am sure Ashton here will be glad to help."
Ashton stepped forward as Emma stepped back, totally amazed at his eagerness! "I can do it myself, thank you very much," she assured him as she timidly began unbuttoning the simple white cotton shirt.
She noticed that Ashton was watching rather closely as she began sliding her shirt down her shoulders. It was a little unnerving to think he may be enjoying what was about to take place. Once the shirt lay on top of her skirt, she lowered her head to await the next order.
"Strap her down, Johnson," the older man ordered while he himself turned back towards the door. "I will be back in a minute. I would advise you not to give these gentlemen any trouble, Miss Banks," he warned as he opened the door and left.
"Lie on the table please," Johnson said as he walked to one side of the examining table, and Ashton automatically walked to the other.
"On your stomach," Ashton added.
Emma knew if she didn't comply she would be dismissed and thus lose her job, and she couldn't afford that. Slowly she turned around and stepped up on the little step that led to the table. Even more slowly she crawled onto the table and lay flat on her stomach, crossing her feet once she was settled.
Johnson immediately uncrossed her feet as he pushed one leg towards Ashton to strap while he strapped the other leg to the side of the table himself. He then continued strapping her arms to the side as well as placing a few straps across her back to keep her well in place during the punishment.
This was something he was becoming very good at. He was even able to strap down the unruliest of offenders now. In fact, the last employee he had strapped down had been a regular little tigress but she'd not been able to move a muscle after he'd gotten through with the straps! But struggling with her really made him appreciate girls like Miss Banks, who were docile during the procedure. At least she was accepting the fact that she was about to be spanked.
"Nice ass." Ashton smiled over at Johnson.
"Yeah, as asses go I guess she has a pretty nice one. It's on the rather large side, though," Johnson commented as he examined her bottom closer.
"It's not large - just full and round." Ashton defended Emma's honor. "There's even little dimples right here on the sides! See? These little cheeks were just made for spanking."
"Well, test their resilience and let's see which paddle Willowby will want to start off with," Johnson replied.
Emma could feel her face reddening as she listened to the two men talking. They were talking about her bottom like it was just a regular ordinary topic of the day. However, she thought, it probably was a normal topic for these guys. This was there job. This is what they did all day long. Cynically she wondered how much they got paid for whipping other people's asses.
Ashton lustily slapped Emma's right cheek and watched it wiggle a little before slapping the left. "They're pretty jiggly, Johnson. He's going to want to put a little sting into these cheeks before bringing in the big paddle."
"Yeah, you're right about that," Johnson agreed as he examined her bottom thoroughly with both hands.
Gasping, Emma tried squeezing her cheeks to keep the intruding hands out but was only greeted with a slap on both cheeks for her effort.
"If you know what's good for you, you won't be squeezing these little cheeks together when Willowby is in here," Johnson warned. "He'll take a switch to your behind if you do."
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