Naked at Work

Naked at Work

by obohobo

Chapter 1. Sentenced

"Ms. Jackson and Mr. Blane to report to the Managing Director's office immediately." Work on several floors of the busy offices stopped for a few moments and workers started to speculate on the reasons for the call. Everyone realised unusual was about to happen. David Carsons never ever summoned senior staff to his office over the public address system. The voice was that of Debra Jones, his secretary so they couldn't gauge anything from the tone but the form of words wasn't those she would normally have used to senior members of the staff.

"Do you think Claire and Ken actually came to blows?" Sally, one of the juniors in Claire's office asked Rachel, her companion at the next desk.

"I shouldn't think so. They usually only have verbal fights and do anything they can to make life difficult for the other. No doubt one of them threw some shit and it hit the fan." The office momentarily went silent as Claire made her way through to the lift. "No marks that I could see," Rachel remarked when her supervisor had passed, "Maybe she's bringing a sexual harassment charge against him. Or he against her."

"I hope they don't just give the bitch a little bollockin otherwise she will take it out on us when she gets back."

"Yeah, as usual we'll be the ones to suffer for whatever she's done," Rachel commented gloomily.

"What have you set me up for now bitch?" Ken spat as he and Claire arrived at the MD's outer office.

"Nothing bastard. I thought it was something you'd done." Any further comment was cut short by Debra telling them to go straight in. Ken knocked and managed to get a nudge into Claire's shoulder so he entered first. Another man they didn't recognise sat alongside David Carsons. Claire and Ken moved to take a seat in front of the desk.

"Stand!" barked David. He kept them waiting while he thumbed through a folder, a folder they both recognised as being the one for the Greenmore Shipping Company accounts. It was their biggest tax account and Claire figured that they were being blamed because the tax return went in late and the firm would have had to pay a stiff penalty.

"Claire will you explain to me and to Mr. Greenmore here, why this return was late in being sent to the tax office when we received all the paperwork well in advance?" David looked grim.

"I didn't get it back from the accountancy department until after the due date." Ken Blane was head of accountancy.

"It was…" Ken tried to cut in but his boss silenced him.

"And did you check up to find out where the accounts were?" David Carsons asked Claire. "You, of course, knew they were important.

"No sir, I guess it slipped my mind."

"Or was it that you didn't wish to contact Mr. Blane for personal reasons?" Claire flushed face told him the real answer although Claire's answer was, "No."

"Now Ken, when did you finish doing the accounts?"

"About two months ago sir, and I sent them to Claire's office…"

"They were at the bottom of a huge stack of archive files sir," Claire interjected.

"Not when I sent them," Ken shot back, "You must have put other stuff on top."

"No…"

"I'll doing the questioning," the MD informed them. "Did you send other files with them Mr. Blane?"

"One or two, but the Greenmore one was on the top."

"I'll look into that further later. I believe Claire that you sent them back nearly three weeks later. Why?" David asked.

"Because there was a page missing."

"Again, you didn't take them personally and explain about the missing page. What did you do?"

"I put a Postit note on the file and sent it back sir."

"Inside an archive file that my secretary didn't open for a further few weeks."

"I don't know how that happened."

The wrangling, accusations and counter accusations went on for another half-hour by which time David Carsons was becoming more and more exasperated with the pair. "Wait in the outer office, well apart while I check with your secretaries and then I'll see what Mr. Greenmore and I will do about this."

Later, after he had interviewed several secretaries he spoke to Bill Greenmore, "Bill I can only apologise to you for this whole sorry mess. I certainly had no idea the feud between them had gone to such extreme lengths. We will, of course, refund the extra tax penalty you had to pay. They will have to be severely dealt with too. Any ideas?"

"I hope you understand David that unless the pair are seen to be severely dealt with, the situation will get worse and I will certainly withdraw my custom."

They talked over possible scenarios. Finally David pressed the intercom, "Debra, are the pair still sitting quietly?"

"Yes sir, but if looks could kill, both would be lying on the floor with multiple stab wounds," Debra laughed.

"Will you come in here please." When she arrived, David went on, "Debra, for the time being this is for your ears only. When you return send them back in here and while I'm reading the riot act to them, get on to Jim Marlow at security and get him to come up with three of his men. I shall want the pair secured like common criminals. Then get on to Flagalistics Co. and see if they can send someone over to put a few stripes on the pair."

"That will need works council authorisation sir. Shall I convene a meeting? I've no doubt it would be ratified, the pair are not liked by anyone."

"Yes, Debra, thank you. I was going to ask you to do that and we can point out that a good number of jobs may be lost if Mr. Greenmore withdraws his custom because of them. It he withdraws, no doubt others will too. And while you are on the video link to Flagalistics, ask if we can hire a pair of the new Super High Frequency Laser links for a week or two."

Debra raised her eyebrows, "They're going to have more than a caning sir?" she asked.

David smiled, "Yes, Debra. The caning will only make them more antagonistic towards each other. Linking them naked for a while might get them to co-operate. If it doesn't then we can dismiss them."

"Linking? Naked?" Debra looked puzzled for a while and then smiled. "More likely they'll tear each other to shreds first!"

"Maybe, maybe not, Debra."

"How long before you want security sir?"

"Ten minutes, I don't think I could put up with them for much longer. I'll buzz twice and they can barge straight in."

"I'll say your coffee is ready when things are set up outside sir, then you can prepare yourselves."

"Sir," Ken started to mumble an apology when the pair re-entered the office. Claire also tried to speak but David stopped both of them.

"Sit down and don't either of you utter another word. Your stupid childish games have been the bane of Kennington Accounts for too long. They have nearly cost the jobs of many of your co-workers and will cause us to pay out thousands to cover the penalty fine incurred. This behaviour has got to cease. It has set such a poor example for all those below you…" David continued to berate the pair until Debra informed him of the coffee arrival. Immediately they heard the signal, Jim Marlow and four of his staff burst in.

"Strip, cuff and gag them please Jim," David ordered. Although the pair struggled kicked and swore they were no match for the security guards. In a short while they sat naked in their chairs, with two men on either side holding them. For thirty-six year olds they weren't in bad shape. Claire was blushing furiously and the handling had given Ken the start of an erection. Both were struggling in their bonds but the gags prevented any verbal outbursts. David buzzed Debra, "Have you been able to make the arrangements Debra?" he asked.

"Yes sir. Council meeting at one o'clock, a woman from Flagelistics at three."

"Good, thank you Debra. Do you think you could find a box or something to put two sets of clothes in and then store them safely?" Five minutes later, Debra grinned at the restrained couple while she carefully folded their discarded clothes. "Please stay a few moments please. You're on the council so perhaps you will correct me if I say anything that is not correct." Debra nodded. David spoke to Claire and Ken.

"You know what the work situation is like now. If I dismiss you, you'll be lucky to get a job ever again. With no income you'll eventually have to volunteer as a slave or starve as a free person. However, you're both are skilled at your work and it would be a loss to a firm like this. I know there are others that are learning fast but it would be better for them to gradually take over. The new laws allow us to use corporal punishment for serious misdemeanours provided the works council approves. They will set the number of strokes you are to receive. You heard Debra, a council meeting is scheduled for one, and your punishment will be carried out by an official from Flagelistics at three. After that you will be laser linked for a period of three weeks. If you have not learned to live together harmoniously in that time, you will be dismissed from Kennington Accounts employment. We cannot afford your petty squabbles. Fortunately, the way the government have enacted the law, allows us to punish you in our own way."

The new laws referred to came into force in 2014. The government was finding it difficult to fund pensions now that so many of the population were living into their nineties and longer. One of the savings they achieved was by cutting the number of expensive to run prisons. These were kept for the most violent members of society. Lesser crimes were punished by caning and by tagging restrictions whereby the tagged person could only travel within a predetermined area. Crime in general was low because the detection rate was so high but with the unemployment level high and many of them not wishing to take the slave option, there was still a certain amount of stealing, particularly of food. Caning and forced slavery, even if subsidised was far cheaper than imprisonment. The previous administration had sort to lower pensions but too late realised that pensioners now made up by far the largest voting lobby and the government of the day was voted out of power.

No longer, as in the past, were payments made to persons under pensionable age who were out of work. Such people could either remain free, in which case they had to look after and support themselves or they could become voluntary slaves to richer people or companies who would feed and clothe them in return for work or other services. Kennington Accounts had a sizeable slave labour force. Being well paid, Claire and Ken each had a slave to look after their homes. Claire's was seventeen years old girl, Dana, who she treated abominably and spanked if she deemed her work wasn't done to a high enough standard. Ken didn't treat his twenty-six year old woman, Rita, quite as badly but did use her sexually in whatever fashion he desired.

Claire and Ken looked at the grinning faces that surrounded them but were powerless to do or say anything. Tears rolled down Claire's face as she contemplated the caning and then living with the bastard next to her. On a number of occasions she'd been to the county whipping hall and seen the caning was carried out with ruthless efficiency on convicted criminals and now they were going to do it to her. She didn't believe she could take it but perhaps the council would take into consideration all the good work she'd done for the firm.

Ken likewise knew how devastatingly efficient the official canings were. He too visited the whipping hall especially when he knew young females were to be caned and he'd seen two employees of the firm caned for stealing. He thought he could take it but knew it would be a while before he could sit properly. "I doubt they'll give us more than eight," he told himself. Like Claire he thought the council would take into consideration the good he'd done for the firm and the profits he'd help them make. Nevertheless his eyes filled with water and the thought of living with the bitch Claire for a several weeks filled him with horror. Even if he could get his cock in her cunt, he doubted if he'd get much pleasure from it. "I think she's a lesbian and likes her little girl slave more than a man with a hard piece of cock meat."

His thoughts were interrupted by Jim Marlow asking, "What shall we do with them now sir?"

"Put them in a cell somewhere Jim until the council come to a decision. One in the slaves quarters perhaps."

"May I make a suggestion?" Bill Greenmore spoke almost for the first time. "Instead of hiding them away, put them on display. At Greenmore's we've found tying them back to back on a dining table with their legs forced well apart, is a particularly humiliating part of a punishment, especially if the staff are allowed to touch their more sensitive parts."

Claire shook her head and growled into the gag. "The fucking bastard," she said to herself, "Isn't it bad enough that we are probably going to be caned? All the younger staff will look and poke fun at us. Probably the slaves will too when they clean the tables and floor. Oh my God, no!"

The others turned and laughed at her. They knew Bill had hit on a very good idea and one that might take the haughty bitch down a peg or two. "Good idea Bill, it should make the staff enjoy their meal even more. See to it Jim if you please. Would you care to join me for lunch Bill?"

Without ceremony, Ken and Claire were dragged away and fastened to a small square table in the centre of the cafeteria. Jim's men fastened a strap around the stomach and another under the armpits of the two culprits, binding them tightly back to back and forcing Claire's breasts out. Straps were also used to bind each thigh to a table leg putting the genital regions on full display. The men took full advantage of the situation to feel and prod the pair as they worked. For the moment the dining room was fairly quiet but shortly the staff on the first lunch rota would arrive. Now only the kitchen and cleaning staff who were there busily preparing for the lunch break were there together with the slaves they were to share their lives with shortly. All came out to stare and comment on the display. None showed any sympathy; they had all been on the sharp end of their tongues many times.

At one o'clock security unfastened them and took the pair into the boardroom for the works council meeting. The last two hours had been totally humiliating and their flesh now showed the marks where it had been pinched and mauled. Claire's full breasts had suffered badly and her nipples were raw from the number of times they'd been squeezed, frequently by staff she had never had any contact with. Ken's prick and balls had suffered the attentions of the female staff particularly for some reason, from the older ones, and were now very sore.

Six men and six women sat each side of the table and chairman Ray Sykes at the head. David Carsons, Bill Greenmore and a number of secretaries were called to give evidence to the council before Claire and then Ken were in turn ungagged and allowed to give their side of the argument. At 2:10 the chairman called a halt and asked for Claire and Ken to be removed while they considered their verdict and sanction any punishment. Everyone quickly agreed they were guilty of misconduct and the main consideration was the number of strokes of the cane. The head of the cleaning staff proposed two dozen but most thought that too many. Eight was considered far too few. At the end of a protracted discussion and a vote the chairman brought the guilty pair back.

"Claire Jackson and Ken Blane," Ray Sykes started his spiel, "We have found you both equally guilty of gross misconduct. Your childish feud could have led to many job losses and has forced the firm to pay out a considerable sum in compensation. As the Kennington Accounts Works Council we are only asked to agree to your caning and to decide on the number strokes. Your future rehabilitation is not in our remit." Everyone knew that meant their being electronically linked together for a period. "We remembered the two lads that stole £125 worth of goods and were given eight strokes of the cane, your deeds cost the company thousands of pounds without the possible after effects to the well being of the workforce. In view of the severity of this a number of this council pressed for two dozen…" Claire collapsed and had to be revived. "… but the majority thought that overly harsh. We decided you should each receive sixteen. Claire screamed abuse before collapsing again. When once again she was revived, both she and Ken were gagged to avoid further interruptions.

"The punishment will take place at three o'clock in the lecture theatre and will be relayed to all departments by the SDVD links. The automatic switchboard will be set to refuse calls at that time and everyone will be permitted to stop work and watch. On behalf of the council, I have to say how much we regret having to take this action but we feel it is the only way to stop this feud before it leads to an even more serious situation."