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gotten to her seat when the intercom buzzed. She reached for the phone and her pussy at the same time, without thinking. Her training was taking over.
    "Yes, sir?"
    "Come in, El."
    She got up and went through the door, stopping suddenly, mouth agape. There stood the man who had just slapped her ass in the hallway. Both of their eyes were on her and they didn't seem pleased.
    El closed the door and removed her clothes, her hands shaking. She approached Jack and kneeled.
    "How may I help you, master?"
    "El, I asked Jim here to give you a slap on the ass this morning as a test to see how well you're fitting into your new job. Would you tell me, please, your reaction to Jim's actions?"
    El knew she was in trouble. Her ass still ached from yesterday's spanking. “Um, sir, I, um, glared at him."
    "Why did you do that?"
    "I was caught off-guard, sir. I wasn't thinking."
    "That's right. What's your role here?"
    El thought she might faint. She glanced up at Jim, who seemed bemused by her predicament. “I'm ... a sex slave.” She heard Jim chuckle.
    "Right. What should you have done when Jim spanked you, do you think?"
    El thought hard. “Um, smiled at him?"
    "Yes, that would've been preferable. Or wiggle your hips or blow him a kiss—anything that indicated to him that you appreciate his attentions. Do you understand?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "This tells me you need some additional training, doesn't it?"
    "Yes, sir."
    Jack nodded. “Jim has been kind enough to offer to administer the punishment."
    El paled. Jim stood six-two with biceps like footballs. If he spanked her, he'd probably kill her. She made a low sound in her throat.
    "I realize your bottom must still be sore from yesterday, right?"
    "Oh, yes, sir!"
    "So I'll give you a choice. You can either let Jim spank your tits with a ruler...” He pulled one from his desk drawer and held it up. El felt her breasts ache at the very thought. “...or you can let Jim fuck you..."
    "Oh, I'll let him fuck—"
    "Wait, you didn't let me finish. You'd have to fuck him in your office, not mine. And he'd tie you spread over your desk, ass toward the glass door. When he's finished, he's going to leave you like that until I come out and untie you."
    El paled and nearly fainted again. To be on display like that! Yesterday, she'd been mortified to be seen without her skirt on in her office, now she could be publicly humiliated in front of whoever passes by. And she knew that once word got around, everybody would be stopping by for a look at her naked body. Some might even fuck her again.
    "Oh, sir ... please.” She wasn't ready for that!
    "What's your decision?"
    "Sp-spank my tits, sir.” Jim sighed and looked disappointed.
    "Very well. Turn and face Jim.” She moved her knees around a quarter turn. She felt Jack grab her arms and tie them with a section of cotton rope he pulled from his desk. “Just so you won't try to cover yourself,” he told her.
    Jim took the ruler in one large hand and approached her. El closed her eyes and steeled herself. “Open your eyes, El. While he's administering your punishment, I want you to think about how you treat your fellow employees."
    She did, just in time to see him strike her left breast. Whack! The first blow took the breath from her lungs. She shuddered and wiggled, trying to lessen the pain. Whack! Now on the right breast. El didn't know if she could stand it. Maybe letting him fuck her and being on display would have been a better choice.
    Whack! Whack! Top and bottom of her breasts. She was crying now, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She nearly sobbed with relief when Jack told Jim that was enough.
    He untied her. She sagged down, caressing her tender breasts, her eyes blurred by tears.
    "I'm going to go get a cup of coffee. You may thank Jim for helping with your training while I'm gone.” He left.
    "Th-th-thank you, Jim,” she said automatically, without looking up.
    Jim's deep voice startled her. “You need to be more polite, slut. Look

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