“So, ready for the big day, Richards?”

By the way Ingrid Jones —the husky female security guard— looked at him that morning, Danny felt as if he was already naked.

Danny Richards, 23 years old and junior analyst in Osiris technologies, had been fearing that day since the very moment his named appeared on the dreaded list, by the end of the previous month.

As it was pretty well known by every single member of the company —and with a very special interest by the female ones— each third Friday Osiris Tech performed the infamous Discipline Fridays.

“Good morning, ma’am Ingrid,” greeted Danny, despite of the mixture of shame and anger that the guard’s words brought upon him. Of course, he didn’t want to put things worse than they already were for him.

Despite the fact of being about to accomplish his first year in Osiris, Danny was the only one of the latest male hirings who had never been subjected to the female-led disciplinary actions that the company always warned about to his candidates.

Of course, he was really good at his work, which used to develop with efficiency and dedication. The problem was that Danny had always had a bad temper and a short fuse when it came to being supervised or guided on things he was pretty sure that he knew how to do.

And even though he remembered very well every single time his own mother had had to mouthwashed him and taned raw his fanny as a child —and even sometimes during his late teens— for being disrespectful and stubborn, that annoying issue on his personality had never really improved, which was surely catastrophic in a world ruled by femdom power.

That was the reason why almost one month ago, while working concentrated on a new data platform, Danny reacted in such a rude way when he heard a voice behind him saying, “Those numbers don’t seem to fit right.” Maybe he just forgot where he was right then, and by the time he realized he had answered “Why don’t you just shut up and mind your own business” out loud, it was too late, and he knew for sure that he was doomed.

When he turned around to try and apologize, he was met with the icy gaze of Jenny, his direct supervisor and senior analyst, who simply walked away without giving him any chance to explain his behavior.

By the rest of that regrettable day, Danny simply couldn’t focus on anything but what he had done and, even worse, what was about to happen to him. Except that, at the end, nothing happened at all. At least until a few days later, when the shameful list for the next Discipline Friday was published and, of course, his name was in the first place.

 Being the athletic type, Danny’s body had always raised many feminine expectations, but since he had never earned the dubious honor of being chastised in public, all of the Osiris girls were more than eager to enjoy the spectacle of witnessing his nakedness before the punishment.

And so, the long-feared day had finally arrived…

Of course, it was not only about the physical punishment. The humiliation and breaking of a rebellious spirit was a fundamental part of the entire process. That was the reason for such an intense and elaborate protocol.

Those summoned for the disciplinary interview had to arrive very early in the morning, before their female counterparts and even before the other male employees, so they would have time to undergo the mandatory medical examination prior to the sanction.

In addition to those sentenced, the only other person in the building so early was Dr. Claudia Bavel, who was in charge of the recognition. And, obviously, the night guard who had opened the door for Danny and was about to finish her shift, but she was convinced that no power in the world would make her leave before feasting her eyes on what she had been waiting to see for so long.

“Hurry up, Richards!” exclaimed at that precise moment Dr. Bavel from a few doors beyond the reception area. “You are already ten minutes late and I have finished with your punishment partner. So bring that sorry ass of yours right here!”

Dr. Bavel was about to turn 40, but thanks to a strict exercise and healthy eating routine, she maintained the appearance of someone at least ten years younger. Her athletic figure, the firm tone of her long legs, the crow black color of her wavy hair, and the concentrated gesture of her voluptuous lips, used to give her a stern look of authority, especially when she wore the white physician’s coat, as now.

Swallowing all his pride, Danny sped towards the exam room, while behind him, Ingrid continued to smile at his muscular butt under his pants.

Since all male employees at Osiris were young and had passed a very strict physical health examination before the contract was signed, there was indeed no need for a new recognition before the disciplinary interview. The real objective for this procedure was to be sure that the males had prepared themselves properly for the event, which meant that they had shaved their genitals and buttocks thoroughly, in order to increased their humiliation by feeling even more exposed to the eager feminine eyes and, at the same time, make the soft tender skin of their behinds even more sensitive to the severe apply of the paddle.

Some might think that Dr. Bavel wasn’t exactly happy about having to attend the company so early, but the reality was that she really enjoyed the opportunity to be the first person to impose her well-earned femdom authority on those immature brats, which she did as soon as Danny entered her office.

“Strip! Now!” she exclaimed without any waste of time and with her best sergeant-like voice. “And don’t you dare to make any mess around here. Fold carefully every single piece of clothes and then put them, along with your shoes, inside this basket,” she continued pointing at a small laundry hamper that was next to the door.

Still half in shock, Danny started by removing his shoes and socks, which placed carefully at the bottom of the basket. Then began to open his shirt, button by button with trembling fingers, finally taking it off and folding it into a delicate square that put over the shoes. He then undid his belt buckle and unbuttoned his pants before sliding them to the floor and taking them off. Like the rest of his clothing, the pants were carefully folded and arranged inside the basket.

 Finally, and only when he was hesitantly touching the elastic waistband of his underwear, Danny noticed that they weren’t alone inside the doctor’s office. Across the room, naked, with his hands on his head and facing the wall, a tall burly man seemed to be patiently awaiting his fate.

 There was no doubt that the guy had to be the only other male employee summoned to the Discipline Friday event. And although Danny was sure he had read his name on the dreaded list, at the time he couldn’t remember it. Not that it was really important, but for some reason finding that naked guy inside the room, with him, made him drastically absorb the entire reality of what was to come, so he simply froze in place, unable to complete the task that he had been taking care of.

“For Goddess’ sake!” Dr. Bavel said impatiently, as she approached Danny and mercilessly pulled his underwear to the floor. “Wake up, dreamy boy! This is really happening and it’s only up to you if it gets worse. So finish folding those boxers and put them in the basket so we can start the party. Giddy-up!”

Out of pure instinct, Danny put his hands to his crotch to cover himself, which earned a sharp tug on his left ear and made him scream in agony.

“Are you deaf or simply stupid, boy!?” shouted Dr. Bavel to his twisted auricle. “When I said ‘strip’ I meant every single stitch! You are not allowed to cover up, so put those hands on your head right now!”

With burning tears itching inside his eyes, Danny had no choice but to obey and thus surrender the last remnants of his modesty.

Only then did Dr. Bavel release the tortured ear and cast a pleased glance at the lad’s clean-shaven genitals.

 “Well, well, I honestly don’t see the need for so much shyness after all,” the physician commented maliciously with a mocking smile on her voluptuous lips. “Not that there was much to hide or see anyway.”

 And after tickling the tip of his penis from side to side with one of her well-manicured fingernails, she continued her teasing.

 “But at least I admit you did a good job with the shaving part. Now let’s cut to the chase and check out the soon-to-be spanked part. Turn around and bend over!”

Surrendering to humiliation, Danny finished removing his boxers and, after folding them and placing them inside the basket, he turned to assume the ordered position. But if he thought he couldn’t feel more embarrassed, things got a lot worse after putting his hands on the knees.

“That’s it, honey,” Dr. Bavel said, suddenly sounding more pleasant than before. “Simply bend your knees a little more and arch your waist. I want to take a good look at those delicate baby buttocks.”

And as she rubbed, kneaded, cupped and even pinched each cheek with her hands, Danny felt like his face was being flushed with pepper as intense shame filled everything inside of him.

Finally, after gently jiggling and spanking each buttock, almost affectionately, she finished the exam, apparently satisfied, but not before cupping the dangling scrotum bag in her hand and groping the delicate balls inside.

“Look at these pretty well-shaved balls!” exclaimed Dr. Bavel, genuinely admiring. “Wow, boy! You really did it! Alright, straighten up!”

With one last look of satisfied approval, Dr. Bavel ordered him to stand with his hands on his head next to the other guy, facing the wall.

 “And none of you dare move a single muscle while I’m gone! It won’t take me too long, but if I notice any changes in your actual positions when I’m back, you’ll know what an enema feels like,” she said menacing before leaving the room.

After all, it wasn’t too long, maybe ten minutes. But Danny remained so still along them that it felt like a couple of hours had passed. The other guy seemed apparently used to that kind of situation, perhaps even comfortable if that were possible, as he didn’t make a sound during the wait. Danny, on the other hand, felt like every part of his body was itching at a very inconvenient time, and he just kept repeating the same words inside his head like a mantra, trying to ignore the overwhelming discomfort: Stand still! Stand still!

So, when the door finally opened again, he couldn’t believe that he was so relieved to know that that scary female doctor was back. Except that this time she wasn’t alone.

“There you have them, Janine,” Dr. Bavel said with an unmistakable tone of mockery in her voice. “They’re all yours.”

Janine Williams, 22, and a recent graduate with honors in technology business development, was the personal assistant of Osiris Tech CEO. And among her many tasks and responsibilities, including managing those male employees sentenced to Discipline Fridays, a duty she was not only grateful for but eager to fulfill every month, since she had joined the company just five months earlier.

Despite her relatively short time on Osiris, Janine had earned a well-deserved reputation as a prick-teaser among her male colleagues, with her continuous naughty schoolgirl mannerisms and very short dresses, always eager to catch the attention of any unsuspecting underling to report him for disrespectful behavior. And of course, she had long since set her hungry eyes on the very handsome and always elusive Danny Richards.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. It’s a real pleasure to finally meet your naked ass in person, Mr. Richards,” Janine greeted mischievously a few steps behind Danny’s back. “Although, given the circumstances,” she giggled, “I think we can dispense with the formalities, don’t you agree? So I’ll just call you Danny.”

Then, taking a couple steps to Danny’s left, she turned her attention to the other future spankee.

“And Mr. Ashton. What a great surprise to find you here again so soon,” Janine said smilingly. “You never forget your first chastised ass, especially when it’s as muscular as yours. So this time we’ll see if we can leave a much deeper impression on your butt than last time. Of course, given your current ‘unfortunude’ situation, from now on and throughout your punishment you will be addressed solely as Steven.”

 “So that was it,” Danny remembered with bittersweet memory. About five months ago, the black and blue image of that guy’s bruised butt had appeared in high definition in the infamous hall of shame as the ‘Ass of the month’, right next to the cafeteria’s entrance, where everybody could see it. And although it could have been any of them, all the other male employees had decided to nickname him from then on ‘Mr. Ass’. In any case, there was no possibility of missing the humiliating post, since the same photo usually appeared in the company’s monthly magazine, and even those interested female coworkers could request a copy from the human talent office sent to their email or cell phone. So for some reason, Danny got the feeling that maybe Ashton was pretty stupid or just enjoyed being humiliated like that.

 “Alright, no more preliminaries,” Janine said, suddenly changing her tone of voice from almost sweet to stern. “Both of you are going to listen carefully and follow my instructions to the letter. First, take two steps back from the wall without turning around; then, you will open your legs shoulder-width apart and bend over with your faces looking forward. Finally, you will bend your knees a little and spread your ass cheeks with both hands, so you will expose those tiny little assholes of yours. What are you waiting for, stupids?! A corporate circular?!” she shouted at the trembling and doubtful naked males, to print even more authority to her words, while she violently shook her indispensable pen-pointer to extend it to the maximum, like a riding crop. “Now! I want to see those pink wrinkled pussies!”

And as they rushed to obey, Janine began to move slowly behind them, from one to another, calmly and with her hands behind her back, like a general reviewing her troops, while admiring the shapes, curves and tones of those well-crafted male bodies. And as she did so, Janine used the tip of the pointer to tickle on the sensitive ballsack, perineum and anus of each male, which made them shiver involuntary.

“Awww, don’t you think that’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, Dr. Bavel?” Janine said, genuinely amused. “Look at the way those tiny rosebuds twitch as I tickle them. Almost as if they were winking at us.”

 But the physician was so focused, taking hi-res pictures of the exposed ass cheeks with her digital SLR camera for her private medical records, that she barely mumbled in response.

“Well, at least we have to give Richards some credit for his clean-shaved nuts work,” the doctor murmured, delighted from behind her camera. “They’re practically sparkling clean!”

“And that’s exactly why I’m gonna dub him 'Danny-balls' from now on,” the mischievous PA replied with a crooked smirk. “Ok, lads, that’s better. I’m sure in that position now I’ve finally got all your attention,” concluded Janine, at last satisfied. “Now, this is what is going to happen from now on. In case you’ve forgotten the protocol, your sweet tender butts belong to Mrs. Van Buren, our dearest CEO, and she’s meaning to spank the hell out of them with her powerful right arm and her choicest supply of hard wooden paddles, which of course, have been deducted from your salaries since they tend to break upon your pitiful cheeks. I, as her personal assistant, am in charge of you, which means that you also belong to me, so you will comply with all my directives without any complaints. Is that clear?!”

“Yes, Miss Williams!” both men said in chorus, without hesitation and eager to prevent her from getting angry.

“That is to say, if I say jump,” Janine continued, walking behind them as she slashed the air with her pointer, producing a whip-like sound that made each male shudder in fear, “you jump as high as you can. If I tell you ‘come down and lick my shoes’, you go down and make them shine like a mirror. Am I making it clear?!”

“Yes, Miss Williams!,” both men repeated, with an evident tone of anguish in their voices.

“Do you hear them, Dr. Bavel?” Janine asked, giggling, to her focused companion, who had not stopped taking photographs throughout the briefing. “You just take off a man’s clothing and threaten to tan his fanny, and he becomes the most obedient of puppies.”

“I think I’m done with the pictures, Janine,” Dr. Bavel pointed finally. “They will look great on my next medical study: Spankable butts and childish behavior in young males.”

“You heard that, boys?” Janine asked, amused, to the bowing underlings. “You’re gonna be famous beyond the company walls. Maybe one day you’ll even recognize your own asses on the cover of a scientific journal!” She commented, laughing with delight. “But enough of fashion talk. The rest of your male colleagues must be entering the building right now, and our most respected Osiris girls should arrive in about fifteen minutes. That means it’s time for you to display your full nudity outside the door of the Disciplinary Interviews room. Come on, lads, straighten up, hands on your heads, turn around and march in line towards the door. First you, Steven, and then, keeping a six-foot distance, you, Danny-balls. I’ll follow right behind you. I want to see the way those tight butt cheeks sway as you walk. Let’s go! Now!” Janine urged, giving each male butt a quick swipe with her pointer that made them jump in place. “Osiris girls work very hard, and they deserve to treat their eyes to this type of feast at least once a month!”

The dreaded Disciplinary Interviews room was located at the end of the entrance hallway, on the left side of the corridor and right in front of the first floor women’s services, so that the embarrassed men who had to wait naked by the wall could be seen by all the woman attending the toilets at any time of that long day, even those who didn’t work at Osiris and were just passing by.

Along the wall of the discipline room, the floor had been demarcated with thick yellow tape marking out spaces approximately three feet square, three on each side of the door, where the humbled males were to stand. Those who were waiting for their punishment had to wait on the squares at the left side of the door, while the ones who had already been dealt with had to expose their bruised bottoms on the boxes located on the right side. Taking into account that the disciplinary interview process could take all day, it was a really very ingenious system to guarantee that the participants suffered the most absolute humiliation.

So, as the two protagonists of that Friday show headed toward the door of the exam room, the full recognition of being about to walk out completely naked into a public area hit them with a deep shudder of shame and fear, but there was no turning back. And when the cool air of the hallway caressed their most private parts, they both felt as if goosebumps appeared on every pore of their skin. An uncomfortable feeling that only got worse when the first thing Danny saw, after walking through the door, was the broad smiling face of Ingrid, the security guard.

“Well, well, not such a big boy now, eh, Richards?” Ingrid said mockingly. “And it’s not like there was much to hide either, from what I can see,” she commented with an even wider grin, which made Danny’s face blush the color of a red pepper. “But don’t feel bad about it, at least you got a very nice round arse,” Ingrid continued her bitter taunts, as the pair of naked lads marched in front of her to their shameful fate. “And I’m sure it will look even better covered in bruises, as it surely will pretty soon.”

“Hi, Ingrid,” Janine greeted the guard as she left the exam room. “Ain’t it a lovely morning?”

“Good morning, Miss Williams,” the burly woman replied with a meaningful eyebrow wiggle. “Certainly lovely, and even more spankable!” Which made both women laugh out loud. “But you´ll have to excuse me now. My shift is over and I’m satisfied with what I’ve seen so far. Oh, but don’t worry, darling,” she said, turning her attention back to the humbled male who was slowly walking away from her. “I will look forward to seeing your photos uploaded to the intranet. And rest assured, I’ll give you a big ‘like’, so that you can win the ‘Ass of the month’ award.”

There was only a distance of sixty feet between Dr. Bavel’s office and the discipline room, but for the two bare guys, walking small baby steps with their hands on their heads, it felt like the longest parade of shame any man could have dreamed of in his darkest nightmares. A feeling that didn’t improve once they reached their destination, since from then on there would come a very terrifying wait, being completely exposed to anyone who passed through the hallway. And many would pass by there, since that was the main entrance to the building.

“Alright, nature boys,” Janine said with a broad smile. “This will be your showcase. So, Danny-balls, you go first, next to the door. And you, Steven, stand on the next square to the left. Oh, no, no, no, knuckleheads! Don’t even think about it! Looking down the corridor, not at the wall. That’s for later, when your bruised black and blue asses tell everybody about your faults and serve as a reminder to the rest of your male colleagues about how you are supposed to behave in this company. Now, I’m gonna go meet our beloved CEO and, when the time is right, I will escort her here to properly take care of those tight tender pink asses of yours. And you better behave like the grown men you think you are while I’m back, or things will get even worse for you.”

And without saying anything else, Janine turned and walked to the end of the hallway, where the corridor turned right towards the rest of the first-floor offices.

As CEO of Osiris Tech, Hilda Van Buren had her own private entrance, which led directly via an elevator from the underground parking garage to her main office in the building’s penthouse. And despite her high position, she was always one of the first people to arrive at the company, so it was quite likely that she had already entered the building, but there was no way of knowing how long she might take before coming down from the fifth floor to deal with the male employees sentenced to be paddled.

For the first ten minutes of waiting, both men avoided the pitiful, shifty glances of the other male colleagues passing in the hallway, who seemed to quicken their pace as they approached the dreaded discipline room, as if afraid of being mistakenly included in the paddling party that was about to take place there.

But fifteen minutes later, when the female employees started arriving, things became much different and violent.

First came the loud noises, whistles and loud laughter that announced their imminent arrival. Then, from the commotion that suddenly filled the entrance hall, one might think that some kind of revolution was about to break out inside the building. And although the first group of women who arrived was made up of just five informal executives, they might as well have been an entire army of barbarians, given the fuss they were making.

As the first arriving women approached the ladies’ room, a bestial shouting filled with all kinds of obscene insinuations could be heard.

“Hello, hello, bollocks boys!!!”

“Hey, there, pale cheeks! Hope to see you blossom soon!!!”

“Awww, look at those poor naughty boys! Is momma going to spank your fannies really hard? Bu-huuu!!!”

“Come’ere, come’ere, little baby bottoms, don’t be shy! Let me dust you off just a little while!!!”

The female uproar was so intimidating and overwhelming that both men rushed to cover their crotches with their hands, despite knowing full well it was absolutely forbidden.

“Hey! You’re not supposed to do that!” one of the newcomers protested.

“Yeah, why so shy, anyway? Of course you know that your family jewels will be in full display on the intranet and in the monthly magazine very soon,” another mocked.

“Oh, I know, I know,” another chimed in, laughing. “Ashamed to show your little wieners, ain’t it?”  

“Alright, alright, give the poor boys a rest, ladies,” another one intervened with apparent seriousness. “Don’t you see that if you keep making them blush, at the end of the paddling we won’t be able to distinguish between their red faces and their tanned behinds?”

And while the last malicious comment was met with more uproarious laughter, the rowdy group finally decided to continue on their way.

The next twenty minutes were basically a sequenced sketch that seemed almost copied from one to the next, while at least five or six more groups of women walked past them, repeating most of the same dirty jokes, some of them creatively offensive, and with some of the naughtier girls even daring to tease the naked males by touching and pinching them.

It would be fair to say that despite the humiliating hell they had to endure throughout the entry time of the female employees, both men did their best to shut themselves away, as if they weren’t even there, and focused only on keeping their eyes closed and their hands firmly cupped covering their crotches.

And things could have probably stayed that way, at least until the feared moment of the CEO’s arrival, if it weren’t for the sweetly steely voice that suddenly materialized in front of Danny.

“Good morning, Danny,” Jenny Collins, 25, senior analyst and Danny’s direct supervisor, greeted him in a honeyed tone. “Why so shivering? Are you cold, or just nervous?” And then, looking meaningfully at his hidden crotch, she added mockingly, “And speaking of cold, are you shrinking down there?”

As soon as Danny heard her voice he felt his nuts shrink inside his scrotum, as if they’d rather be anywhere else than in front of the angry girl he had so offended.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she continued to tease him, as she leaned closer to whisper in his right ear, all the while patting his sensitive balls above the protection of his hands. “I’m not gonna hurt these little ones. I just wanted to let you know that I may have been a little bit harsh in your faults report, and maybe even a little creative as well. So, it may happen that Mrs. Van Buren decides to be a little creative too with your punishment. After all, the point of these sessions is to set a good example for the other male employees, and believe me, once this is all over, you are going to be a great example.”

At that moment, Danny finally couldn’t help but open his eyes to look at her in a state of near panic, but when he found the strength to open his trembling mouth and try to offer some sort of belated excuse for his behavior, he was immediately cut off by her stern gaze.

“Shut up!” Jenny snapped at him with the severity of a slap, while she remembered his original offense. “Now it’s time for you to mind your own business,” she said, while taking a couple of steps back and turning her face to look towards the end of the hallway, where a pair of fairly well-known figures were walking towards them: CEO Van Buren, escorted by the ever smiling Janine.

Hilda Van Buren, 62, founder and undisputed CEO of Osiris Technologies, was a stern woman who had reached her age with the same air of authority and austere elegance that had always characterized her throughout her career. And although she used to spend a lot of quality time with ‘her girls’ —as she liked to call the women in the company—, thanks to the numerous corporate events regularly organized for the female staff, Discipline Fridays were practically the only opportunity she had to interact with their male colleagues. That’s why she insisted on always leading these session personally. Well, that, and, of course, the sweet thrill that filled her every time she enjoyed the pleasure of imposing her power and will on the tender, bare ass cheeks of her male underlings.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” Mrs. Van Buren's voice thundered throughout the corridor, filling the air with an unmistakable tone of imminent menace.

By the time Danny glanced at the source of that booming voice, Mrs. Van Buren was already standing in front of Steven Ashton, holding a thick, six-holed wooden Spencer paddle on her left hand, looking absolutely terrifying. And without wasting any time, she drew back her right arm before delivering a hard slap to Steven’s left cheek, causing him, despite his muscular build, to nearly fall to the ground.

“You are not allowed to cover up!!!” Mrs. Van Buren yelled at him, while he humbly dropped his right hand to his side and placed the other against his now burning cheek. “Now, hands behind your head until it’s your turn!”

And then, without waiting for any kind of response from the astonished, slapped man, she turned her full attention to the terrified Danny, who almost instinctively had already dropped his hands to his sides, as if in a humble gesture of surrender.

“And You!” He saw her coming toward him in a matter of seconds, with the speed and determination of an unstoppable tsunami. “Do not think I didn’t see you!!!”

Danny only had time to see her move her right arm back again, because when the blow reached him, the full force of the slap struck him like a lightning bolt, making him to almost lose his balance.

Meanwhile, the now discreet Janine was content to watch the scene with absolute complacency from behind, her eternal smile barely a little wider as the only evidence of how much she was enjoying the whole situation.

Finally, as Danny struggled to keep from falling by bracing himself with his right hand against the adjacent wall, while bringing his left hand to his now burning cheek, Mrs. Van Buren continued on her way toward the door of the dreaded office.

“Idiots!” was her last expression of impatience before entering the interview room, closely followed by Janine, who still had time to give Danny a meaningful look.

“You’d better assume your position before being called inside,” Janine suggested almost affectionately, with a naughty look on her eyes, before locking herself in with her boss.

As the door slammed shut, Danny, his eyes filling with tears of pain and embarrassment, barely had time to rub his burning cheek before he was faced with further taunts.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jenny, comfortably leaning against the opposite wall, had watched the whole scene with a smirk full of delight and satisfaction, and while Danny struggled to emerge from his stupor and assume the submissive position, his resentful superior approached him with a suggestive sway on her hips.

“Unless, of course, you want another taste of our beloved CEO’s strength on that cute little face of yours.” She continued, mockingly, while gently caressing the humbled lad’s right cheek with the fingertips of her left hand.

“Anyway,” Jenny went on, slowly sliding her left index finger from his pursed lips to his chin, neck and broad chest, where she paused to draw a couple of circles around his small sensitive nipples, “if that’s just with her hand,” before moving further down to his navel, where she drew a question mark, “can you imagine what it’s like?” and much further, reaching and grabbing his semi-erect penis, which she immediately yanked fiercely as if she wanted to tear it off, “with the paddle?!!!” causing him to let out a piercing scream and crouch down in a state of total surrender.

Finally satisfied, Jenny released her aching prey and, hands on waist, took a couple of steps back to admire her work.

“That’s just the beginning, darling, and I truly hope this teaches you a good lesson about respecting female authority. But before I go,” Jenny added, with a look of pleasure, “will you promise me you’ll think of me while you sweat, sob and bawl inside that room?” she concluded with a flirtatious wink, as she walk away from him, her miniskirt flapping so that it barely revealed the lower line of her buttocks. “See you soon, Danny boy.”