TWO WEEKS LATER
Vicky had been at work for two weeks. After her session of punishment sex for the crime of masturbation, she had resolved, strongly, to obey all the rules. She'd used a thick pad in her panties for the next two days, feeling the uncertain looseness in her bottom. The ever-present discomfort seemed to magnify her sexual frustration. This was made worse by the chastity belt which prevented her from satisfying the urgency she felt in her region.
Each day after work, the middle-aged woman who served as the "house mother" at her apartment ordered her into a bathtub to soak for a few minutes to clean any residue of urine trapped in the belt. It was embarrassing and demeaning--especially since it came with an inspection of her region by the woman, like she was a young girl who had no idea how to wipe herself!
The woman inevitably bent her over, opened the belt, and inspected her labia, using her finger to gently adjust the skin to allow her to clean various folds and crevices. Vicky grit her teeth and even teared up from the humiliation of it--but she knew better than to resist. Despite her attempts to be on "best behavior," she was accumulating 'points'--punishment tokens that would have to be worked off.
She got points for scowls, eye-rolls, and snippy remarks in meetings. Each time she checked her email and saw a points notification, she was appalled. The end of week punishments were serious enough that she wanted to avoid them badly--but she couldn't help herself.
She was aware that between her and the blue-haired Leizel they were both in the 'poor attitude' group. The cute, diminutive Tala seemed to get points all the time for lack of attention to detail, a sloppy uniform, or excess discharge in her panties.
"What are you up at?" Liezel asked as they strolled across the campus over their lunch break. They walked where they could see the shame-pedestals where unlucky workers were selected to stand on display on elevated platforms at the cafeteria.
Vicky had learned to read the slight squirms and grimaces. Itching. Probably the vagina or anus. She could see the girls dance slightly. Vicky wasn't sure, but she would guess the three girls needed to pee badly. Being presented up there over a couple of lunch periods was definitely unpleasant!
"I've got 13," Vicky said, with a huff. "What do you think Aletha will do to me?"
Liezel shrugged unhappily. "I don't know. She's intent on making sure you get a proper Tersnian 'education.'"
"What are you at?" Vicky asked.
"Fifteen," she said with an annoyed sigh. "Tala's at twenty."
"I don't see how she can take it," Vicky said.
"Eh, she's... submissive. The girls know it. She gets constant attention."
It was then that Tala came sprinting across the yard.
"Vicky! Vicky!" Vicky stopped and turned, alarmed. The girl was panting from the exertion. "Ms. Taskirs wants you in her office now! Something's happened!"
Vicky's hands moved to her covered backside reflexively. "What?"
"I don't know--but--but she tried to signal your widget. Where is it??"
Vicky frowned. "It's at my desk. We were getting lunch--"
"You better run back there," Tala panted. "Tell her you forgot it--don't say you left it."
Liezel was looking at her--a little horrified.
"Yeah," Liezel said. "Don't say you left it."
MS. TASKIRS OFFICE
"You left it," the woman said as Vicky stood at attention before her, arms clasped behind her back.
"I forgot it, miss," Vicky said.
"You know your station has a web camera," Ms. Taskirs asked, evenly.
Vicky... nodded.
"I checked the camera recording," she said. "You specifically placed it in your desk before leaving."
Vicky felt herself blush. "I'm sorry, Miss," she said.
The older woman smiled softly. "It's okay, Vicky-kan. This is how we learn. I am going to assign you a bunch of points for lying--but I suspect you're going to be one of my high-balance point girls anyway."
She glanced at her monitor.
"As we're on that topic," she said, "Mr. Yeun has requested me to provide a secretary. His is on a few days vacation. I'm assigning you."
Vicky felt herself go cold. Mr. Yeun--that was--was that??
Ms. Taskirs nodded, her smile deepening. "Yes, Vicky-kan. He's the one you insulted during his presentation.
"Miss--" she heard the panicked squeal in her voice.
The woman's face didn't exactly harden--but her expression shifted a bit. "You are going to go collect your purse and march up to the 9th floor and present yourself to him and you're going to do whatever he asks--and I do mean whatever. If he tells you to clean his ass with your tongue after he shits, you are going to get down on your knees and go to work, Vicky."
Oh! Her face burned. She felt dizzy.
"Now--breathe, girl. You are not expected to enjoy this--but you will need to go and do it. I expect a favorable report no matter how shy you feel. I hope your waxing treatment had some of the body-hair suppression. If not, go to a salon as soon as you're able. The odds of him seeing your bare skin all over are very high. He will almost certainly fuck you--this is the way things are done here. Now go. Don't be late. I will be notifying him we have spoken directly."
Vicky, blushing fiercely, stumbled out of the office. She wanted to go pee--but she grabbed her purse and her widget and started up the stairs. Checking her widget, she saw that it provided directions to Mr. Yeun's office.
She exited out onto the executive floor and saw a pair of intensely elegant looking secretaries behind a curved desk. One was hard at work, focused on a computer monitor. She wore a pair of cat-ears and chewed on the end of a pen as she checked the screen. The other stood, at the counter, looking over papers.
Vicky approached. She was going to ask if she could go back, but the girl at the counter pointed in the direction.
"He's waiting, pilyong batà ," she said. Vicky wasn't sure what the term meant--but the girl looked up and gave her a firm smile. The secretary seemed to relent at something. "You can go right in. Mr. Yeun will be happy to see you."
Vicky paused and then did her best to curtsey--she wasn't sure if she should bow. The secretary girl seemed to suppress a giggle, and then motioned for her to go!
Vicky found the office door in a lengthy hall of doors. The floor was quiet. She could hear the secretary girls giggling further back the way she'd come. There was a faint hum of air conditioning all around her. Timidly she knocked.
"Come," Mr. Yeun's voice was crisp and clear. Ughh. She steeled herself and pushed in. Was he going to punish her? Fuck her? There was a small secretary's desk and chamber that opened into his more spacious office.
The young executive sat behind his desk, his back to large windows. He wore an expertly tailored suit, a tan shirt, a dark tie. He looked up at her, his angular face catching the outside light. He didn't smile--he was looking mostly at one of the glass-clear computer monitors.
"Front and center, Miss Victoria," he pointed before is large desk. She hustled over and stood. For moments--then she remembered and snapped her hands back behind her back, lifting her chin. She could feel the blush on her face.
He did a couple more things on the computer before looking up from it. She swallowed as his eyes traveled over her.
"How are you liking our tiny nation?" he asked. His voice was neutral--neither warm nor cool--but she well remembered his speech about how America, which was essentially lazy, was positioned to fall behind Tersnia which was essentially hard working--and her ill-timed comment about how a lazy America could make up for the entirety of arrogant executives of the tiny country who all thought they were hard-working... because of course, everyone did!
"It's very--" she paused. "Very new, sir. Very uh--exciting." Her mind scrambled. "I am honored to be your secretary."
His eyes met hers and she blinked and she blinked and looked down.
Now he smiled. He gave her a slight nod. "I see you just reached twenty one disciplinary points." He glanced at the screen. "You were at a good deal fewer when I checked Ms. Taskir's referral. Did something happen?"
Fuck. Vicky grimaced.
"I didn't take my widget to lunch so I didn't receive Ms. Taskirs' message and she had to send someone, sir. I didn't want to tell her I intentionally left it, so I lied and said I forgot it. She... caught me." Her face was burning.
She watched him wide-eyed--terrified of what he would think of this--or do.
"I see." he said. "Well, I am certain you will learn your lesson there. Please go out and see the girls at the front and tell them I've directed you for a spanking. It won't make much difference to your points but I feel it's appropriate since you've just incurred a good deal more. When the punishment is complete, come back and we'll start your secretarial work."
Ohhhh. She felt mouth move as she squirmed. She--oh! She bowed. Her face burned as she backed away and at his faint nod, turned and fled out into the hall.
Don't cry, Vicky! Don't--just go--go and--ohh--ugh! Ask those girls to spank you.
The intense humiliation climbed as she made her way down the hall.
They were at the reception desk. The girl with the cat ears wearing a head-set phone and talking to someone while making notes on her computer. The other girl was arranging something on the desk.
"Pilyong batà !" she looked up. "Back so soon?"
"What--does that mean, miss?" Vicky asked.
The girl laughed--her voice was high-pitched and musical. Her laugh sounded as elegant as her outfit. "Disobedient child," the woman translated. "Your new nickname!"
Vicky blushed hard. Oh! She couldn't meet the smiling girl's eyes.
'I--I guess so," she swallowed. She could feel tears of humiliation nearby. "I got a lot of points just before being assigned up here," she stammered. "Mr. Yeun told me to c-come out here and ask for a spanking."
