Naked at Work

Chapter 4. Further punishment

Staff were supposed to stack their trays and empty the rubbish into bins when they finished but many never did. Claire never did and Ken only did so occasionally. "That what we have slaves for," Claire used to say. It was a different matter now she had to do the clearing. It made a lot of extra work.

One of the cocky lads from her office very nearly caused Claire to have an outburst. "You can take this stuff away slave Claire," he ordered and when she leaned over to pick the tray up, the boy grabbed and fondled her tits.

"Keep your hands to yourself Ben Barker," Claire hissed. "Touching any slave in a familiar way was not permitted." Ken pushed in and took the tray, freeing Claire from his grasp.

"I shall complain to management about your attitude Claire. As a slave you know you are not supposed to address us personally, only as sir or ma'am. That will be another dose of the strap for you." Ben laughed, stood and left.

Claire didn't hear any more of the incident until after lunch. They ate with the cooks and slaves when the dining room closed at two. Then they had an hour free. Jack came into the room and spoke to Sarah. Sarah came to Claire, "I told you not to let them goad you. That boy complained. Jack would normally just give you a hiding but it seems that the big boss has to be told every time you fuck up."

"Shirley," David Carsons spoke on the video communicator to the woman who had taken over Claire's position, "I am sending Claire to you for an hour. That of course means Ken has to be with her. You may have heard there was an incident in the dining room this morning with Ben Barker. Actually it was Ben who should be in trouble but as slaves are not permitted to answer back to staff and Claire did in the way you know quite well, I have to take action. Normally it would mean an automatic dose of the strap but I think she's had enough pain in the last two days don't you?"

"Yes sir. Neither of them can walk properly."

"Well we still have to punish her and I wondered if you could have her stand in a corner of the office on display until four when she has to go on duty in the dining hall again. Make her stand with her hands on her head like a naughty little girl. By the time she gets there it will only be for about three-quarters of an hour."

"Yes sir, I can do that. She won't like it though," Shirley commented.

"And Shirley, give that Ben Barker a real bollockin in front of everyone and make sure he knows I am displeased with his behaviour. He should not have tried to play with any slave's tits, let alone Claire's. And let me see what they look like on the vid."

Claire and Ken duly arrived at Shirley's office. "Things haven't changed much here since I left," Claire noted as she knocked and entered.

"Do you know why you're here Claire?" Shirley asked a little awed by having to deal with her ex-boss.

"I can guess ma'am. I suppose I have to apologise to Mr. Barker and then be sent for the strap." Tears filled her eyes again at the thought. Jack hadn't mentioned what was to happen to her and Sarah again warned her to be polite, "Just like you expected slaves to be towards you before the other day."

"No Claire, not quite. David decreed you'd had enough pain but you still needed punishment. You are to stand in the corner with your hands on your head until you are due back on duty in the hall. Sorry Ken that means you have to stand with her. You'll be facing the wall so you won't see who is watching you. At least it's better than another hiding. I couldn't help crying when I saw that Sonja hitting you so hard yesterday and by the colour of your bottom, it still looks extremely painful. "

"Please ma'am… before we go and stand… could I use the loo please. Haven't had a chance since morning."

Shirley smiled, "Of course. You know where it is. And don't leave the seat up Ken."

"You can unclip the cuffs if you wish, as long as the tags are in line you wouldn't have to stand alongside me," Claire whispered when they were both in the corner.

Ken wondered she'd even thought of it, "It's okay. Not worth the fuss of getting them undone and I don't want to risk getting thrown on the floor again." He gave a slight smile.

Here's the picture of them sir," Shirley told her boss.

"Let me see a close up of their bums, Shirley please." There was a pause as Shirley walked closer. "Christ they really look awful. Do they seem in great pain?"

"I think they're drugged with painkillers but they hobble when the walk and they're very reluctant to sit."

"Leave the vid on while you deal with the Barker kid. I want to hear and see it. It might make him think twice next time if he knows I know about it."

Shirley knew it was also a test of her control and ability to take over as supervisor. "Will Ben Barker please stand," she called out loudly. The general hubbub of the office died and all eyes turned on Ben. "Mr. Barker, do you own a slave?" Ben shook his head. "Then why, when I assume you know the rules concerning the treatment of slaves owned by others, did you presume you could make free with a slave owned by this company?"

"I'm sorry Shirley. I just wanted to…" His voice trailed off. He didn't really know what he wanted to do. Shirley then tore into him verbally until he was looking very downcast. "You heard what Mr. Carsons said about this sort of behaviour. Supervisors can order you to work naked. Well I'm not going quite that far. Come out here and remove your trousers and underpants. For the rest of the day your shirt and tie will have to cover your modesty."

"Please Shirley, no."

"Out here! Shirley ordered sternly. You wanted to make fun of people who were naked, now let others here have the same fun at your expense and as you are not a slave, there are no restrictions on them except that I will not allow anything to disrupt their work." Sheepishly Ben came to the front of the office where Shirley made him face his fellow workers while he removed his lower clothing. "I hope you feel very ashamed of yourself, now Ben Barker," she ended. "Do you wish to add anything sir," she asked David.

"Yes, Shirley, tell him I want the Slazenger reports on my desk by first thing in the morning."

Everyone in the office knew Ben was indirectly being punished when Shirley loudly relayed Mr. Carsons' request. There was no real hurry for it but it would mean Ben having to work very late. Claire gave a sly grin when she heard it.

For the rest of the day, things went reasonably well for the pair. David asked Shirley how they behaved in her presence and was agreeably surprised when she said they were halfway to co-operating with each other. He also consulted Jenny and asked her to check on them after their meal and when most of the day staff would have left. She and the duty security people and one or two other staff ate in the slave's dining room for the evening meal. The main cafeteria was closed. Two blocks of thick foam appeared and were put on two chairs for Ken and Claire. Both looked surprised and pleased but were still very wary of sitting. "Thank you," they said to the slave who brought them and then looked across at Jack. He turned his head the other way.

An hour later, when they were resting in the dorm, Jack came in. "Fuck her. Fuck her properly, lying on her back. The pain should have died down enough. You were able to sit and eat even if it wasn't too comfortable. Jenny said she given you more pills so they should have kicked in now." Claire groaned loudly as Ken turned her on her back.

"Open up," Ken said quietly, "I'll get you wet first like Dana did last night." Ken's tongue found her slit and was surprised to find it already wet. Now doubt all the exposure had aroused the woman. Carefully he positioned himself and entered but tried not to fuck too hard.

Jack was having none of that. "Fuck her like you do Rita. Kiss her mouth, play with her tits."

Ken did and immediately Claire started berating him. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Ken admitted he was. "You bloody pervert. Don't think you are going to carry on doing it once our time here is over."

"Perhaps I won't want to." Claire cried in pain when Ken's anger caused him to thrust forcibly and push her bum harder into the mattress than he intended and hurt his own arse in the process. "Sorry," he whispered in her ear and then French kissed her. He told himself, he was only doing what he was told but he knew that wasn't strictly true. He was enjoying raping her.

Soon he shot his load and now almost automatically tongued her clean and to a climax. She dully accepted his cock for cleaning.

"Turn over Claire," Jack ordered. It was Ken's turn to cry out as Claire rolled on top of him. "A little chafing on your arse," Jack commented, "But I'll give permission for three more to have you tonight. Enjoy yourself." He left and found Rita and took her to his room for the night and her welcome. In the end, only two took advantage of her and Sarah came to try out Ken. She was able to get him hard again and he brought her off long before he shot his second load. She thanked him for giving her the pleasure, which peeved Claire, although she couldn't think why it should.

During a break, Sarah came back with a pair of scissors. "Jack likes all the slaves to be well trimmed. It takes too much time to shave each day so we just scissor trim the hair about once a week. I mostly do it to the others at the weekend when there's not so much going on. Who's first?" Without waiting for a reply she pushed Ken on his back and holding his cock out of the way, snipped his growth to about a quarter of an inch long. "There," she announced when she'd finished, "Now we can see it in all its full glory. It's quite a nice one, don't you think Claire. I know I enjoyed it." Claire didn't answer. A couple of the girls clapped and one pointed out that it would be nicer when it was hard again.

"Your turn now Claire. Lie back and open those legs nice and wide. Let's see the target." To Claire to have this done in public seemed worse than opening her legs for the men. At least then it would soon be covered. She blushed scarlet and only opened her thighs a minimal amount. "Come on Claire open wide. We all want to see and you should be used to Dana looking at it and more. Open wide or a couple will do it for you." In the end she did. It hurt to open her legs as wide as Sarah required and she kept flinching them together when the scissors handle touched bare thigh flesh. Without being asked two girls held her legs. "Jess was like that," Sarah babbled on, "She kept wanting to twitch every time the metal touched her." Soon her luxurious growth was trimmed to resemble a well-mown lawn. "You won't get so much hair in your mouth now Ken," Sarah laughed.

"May I try it?" asked a small oriental looking girl everyone called Lee.

"Sure," Sarah smiled and the girl bobbed her head between the still opened thighs. Claire had always thought Dana was good but this little girl was fantastic. Egged on by the cheerful encouragement of the others, Claire actually started to hump into the girl's face. She closed her eyes to shut out the audience but they watched just the same. "Maybe I can get used to men, but this is heaven," Claire thought.

A little before lights out, Ken suggested they take the cuffs off and they could sleep front to front as they did the previous night and they would be able to make better time in the morning and avoid the strap at inspection time. Ken's prick grew as he held Claire and she could tell he wanted to put it in her. On the beds around her couples were fucking noisily and Lee's ministrations and the new feel to her cropped cunt hair had left her a little horny too. Seemingly unconcerned she lifted her leg just enough to give Ken access and he was quick to take advantage of it. Claire lowered her leg again holding him tightly within her. Ken couldn't move much but it was enough for him to fuck gently without using his arse muscles and fortunately this is what Claire wanted too. He realised she was getting near a climax only when he heard her start whimpering and then she gave a loud groan. Ken continued to fuck but only had a dry climax so there was nothing to clean up.

When morning came there was no need for them to have planned to cut their ablution time. As soon as the siren went, Sarah hauled them off for breakfast duty. They could use the kitchen toilets to pee but they would get to shower later. Rather incongruously, kitchen staff had to wear hair covering and an apron, which was fine for those wearing a tunic, but it looked comical on Ken and Claire. Claire suffered the brunt of the humour because her tits were bare above the level of the apron and they showed a blue stripe across them. Fortunately Sarah knew the problems they would have trying to move stacks of plates and dishes of hot food with linked arms, so she gave them simple cleaning tasks.

Further laughter ensued when Claire stood at the counter with tongs to serve the bacon and Ken, with a spoon in his left hand, had to serve the beans. By now Claire knew there was no harm or slight intended in the humour and began to hit back with cutting humour of her own. Jenny noted this when she came to be served.

For the next two days things went quite well and gradually both became accepted as one of the slaves and slowly began to become accustomed to their nudity. Gradually too they began to fully accept their status and with it came the knowledge that slavery, at least in this firm, was not such a bad thing. Gone were the worries over tax problems and accounts, gone were the deadlines for forms and reports, gone was the necessity for keeping above the others. You just did what you were told, when you were told. Claire began to wonder if it would be worth going back to her old job but then there occurred an incident that caused her to think again. Yes, a slave's life was good in some ways but you were at the mercy of any bitch or crank above you in status.

A group of them were stacking chairs in an atrium to some offices. There wasn't much to do and Henry, the clown of the slaves, thinking no one was around was, as usual, larking about. Even the staff liked him and his inexhaustible supply of jokes. At least most of the staff did. It was Friday and the slaves were looking forward to the weekend. Although they were on call twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, there was less to do at weekends and few outside demands on them. Few staff were in and the main cafeteria was closed. Henry was acting the part of an old-fashioned suitor wanting the hand of Claire in marriage. He bent down on one knee and kissing her hand, formally asked her to marry him. There was no way this could happen in reality even if he had been serious. A slave couldn't marry while still a slave. Claire, acting the part told him she would give it her active consideration whereby he stood and thanked her and repeatedly bowing low, backed towards the door. The timing couldn't have been better in a comedy film. Just as he bowed out so one of the senior first floor managers backed hurriedly through the swing door carrying a pile of folders. As she turned to continue on her way, Henry's bottom hit her stomach and she toppled over his back on to the floor. Folders and papers scattered in all directions. Henry could see the woman was furious and tried to placate her with apologies but he knew that would fail. All the slaves helped gather the papers together while the woman looked on in silent fury. "You'll hear more about this," she said, her cold anger showing in her voice.

Henry was downcast. "That bitch will have me well and truly strapped. She looks down on all us slaves. She's like you used to be Claire." That remark hit home and tears sprung to her eyes. It was true and she knew it. Before she lived and worked with the slaves, she hardly classed them as people. She cried bitterly. "Sorry Claire, I shouldn't have said that," Henry tried to calm her and Ken pulled her close. "Maybe she'll forget," one of the others remarked but no one believed it.

That evening, a bench that neither Ken nor Claire had seen before was pulled into the dorm. Henry was made to lie naked along it and fastened down. "Sorry Henry," Jack said, "You really pissed Ms. Jefferson off. She's ordered thirty strokes and wants to see it live on the vid. All the slaves gasped or cried for they all felt for the man but there was nothing they or Jack could do about it. Jack they knew had questioned the severity with the woman but she didn't want to know. With the video communicator being watched, he would have to do it hard enough to satisfy her or he might get ordered to repeat the dose. One of the overseers held the vid and Jack laid on the strokes hard and fast. Normally he spaced the strokes out so each one would be felt but this time he wanted to get it over with. All the slaves stood in lines either side of the bench, most were crying. At the end when Henry was screaming in agony and his bruised arse a vivid colour, the overseer panned the vid to show the faces of the others. He hoped she would have some sympathy for poor Henry but doubted it. Claire was distraught. In a way she felt responsible for she had gone along with the play act and she kept remembering the times she ordered a slave to be punished although she'd never ordered so many lashes.

Jenny quickly gave him a shot as soon as the video was off and Henry was carried to casualty where he spent the whole weekend and hobbled painfully to work on the Monday morning.