Sent To The Lady Next Door Part Twelve: Zofeya And The Girls Punish The Office Pervert free porn video

Joanne Wilson sat behind her desk in her office and picked up the plastic folder which contained the evidence that she had collected over the past week. She still couldn’t quite believe what the girls in the office had told her about one of the longest-serving members of staff at the Law firm. However, once she had traced the origins of the USB stick which the Office Manageress, Sophie, had found and then discovered the small camera in the female changing rooms next to the office gym, she felt disgusted and decided to confront her older, yet junior, colleague about the accusations that half a dozen female members of staff had made about him.

The thirty-nine-year-old red-haired woman threw the folder back onto her desk and looked at the clock on her wall – 4:55pm. Joanne slowly and carefully opened the top right-hand drawer of her desk and picked up the small metal device that Zofeya had ordered online. The family lawyer smiled as she began to think about the older man’s reaction at having to wear it, unable to remove it without the permission of the ladies in the office who he had been recording without their knowledge. Joanne Wilson laughed as she placed the small device back in her office drawer which she closed, sitting back in her chair, aware that she was starting to become hot and aroused at the thought of what the girls were about to do that evening.

She had emailed her colleague to come and see her in her office at 5pm that day. Joanne had not included the reason behind wanting to see the large, older man in her office at the end of the day, deciding instead to confront him about her findings in private. She shook her head at the behaviour of her colleague. Joanne, as part of her role at Cooper, Norton and Markham solicitors was responsible for the well-being of every member of staff at the Law firm, and the behaviour of her colleague was certainly having an impact on the well-being of some of the girls in the office.

Joanne Wilson ran her right hand through her red-hair and exhaled deeply. She couldn’t believe that, despite having been disciplined in the past by her, that the older, and allegedly, mature, member of the commercial Law team was up to something even worse. The thirty-nine-year-old senior partner in the firm was determined to teach the creepy older man a lesson that he would not forget in a hurry. Just as she began swinging from side-to-side on her comfortable leather chair, she heard a loud knock on her office door. She stopped, took another deep breath and took a moment to ensure that her appearance was perfect. Once she was satisfied, she spoke.

“Come in!” She raised her voice slightly more than she had intended to do.

The red-haired woman stared as her office door was opened slowly and quietly, and the thick-set man, entered, closing the door behind him. He walked the short distance over to Joanne’s desk and sat down, without invitation, in Joanne Wilson’s comfortable visitor’s chair. Miss Wilson tried to maintain a straight face as she watched her chair taking the strain under the man’s weight.

She allowed the fact that he had sat down without being invited to do so, go and picked up her plastic file in her right hand, not taking her eyes from him for a second.

“You wanted to see me, Joanne?” Graeme Newsome asked with a hint of aggression in his voice.

Joanne Wilson opened the plastic wallet and took out the contents which she placed on her desk before she answered.

“Yes, Graeme. I did want to see you. I need you to shed some light on a rather disturbing situation that has been brought to my attention.”

The thirty-nine-year-old woman opened the top left-hand drawer of her desk and removed the small, white USB stick. She watched the man sitting in the chair across from where she was sat and looked for a reaction as she placed the small memory stick on top of the pile of papers that she had taken from the folder.

She smiled as she saw a look of shock appear across the older man’s face.

“A situation, Joanne?” Graeme tried to act surprised and even a little shocked.

Deep down, he knew what this meeting was about and also knew that he had been caught.

Joanne Wilson slowly, and deliberately, began to spread the A4 images out across her desk, focusing on the printed photographs rather than on the man who was sitting on the opposite side of her desk.

“Yes, Graeme. A situation which is an extremely serious situation as well as being a very disturbing situation.” She finished arranging the sheets on the desk in front of her.

She ensured that the picture of Zofeya was placed on the top of the others. It had been the young, dark-haired family lawyer, who had raised the concern in the first place.

“I have received some disturbing reports from female members of staff and, although I found them quite hard to believe, I had a little look into things and was amazed at what I discovered.”

Joanne picked up the small, white USB stick in her large left hand and made sure that the shaven-headed man got a good look at it again.

“Some of the ladies were concerned about perhaps being filmed while they were in the staff toilets and also in the female changing and shower room next door to the gym,” she continued.

The stern-looking thirty-nine-year-old lawyer stared at Graeme Newsome, who was trying his best to maintain his composure.

“I would have found it difficult believing that such things were going on here, until Sophie found this little USB on the floor in the staff canteen.”

The large man bit his tongue. He had wondered where his memory stick with all the images had gone.

“I got the IT department to look into it for me and they pulled all of these off it, as well as telling me who this USB belongs to.” Joanne got to her feet and walked over to her office window.

She stared out of the window for a few moments before turning and continuing.

“They also found videos on here which showed several of the ladies getting changed before and after they had showered – we identified Zofeya, Laura, Debbie, and a few others too – they said that they had been taken using a small camera, which, after a good look round the changing room, they found.”

Joanne Wilson walked over to where Graeme sat and stood as close as she could to his right-hand side. She looked down on him and continued.

“They also found other videos on the USB and reckoned they had been taken by a small camera that would fit into the tip of a pen, or more likely, in a tie pin.” She pointed at the small metal tie pin, which was positioned about two-thirds of the way up the man’s bright blue tie.

“Give me that!” The red-haired lawyer pointed with her right hand.

Graeme Newsome exhaled heavily, but complied, placing the small metal pin into Joanne’s large hand.

She looked at it closely. There was indeed a small camera lens in the innocent-looking tie pin.

“You’ve been caught, haven’t you?” Joanne Wilson smiled with satisfaction as she turned and walked back behind her desk.

She sat down carefully and stared across her desk. The thick-set, older man sat there in silence.

“By rights, I should ask you to leave immediately and hand this lot over to the Police.” Miss Wilson began to gather the A4 photographs up and place them into a neat pile.

“But I don’t want to do that seen as it would drag the good name of this firm through the mud.” She placed the small USB stick in her right hand.

“I think that we should try some restorative justice in this case, Graeme, and see if that works.” She smiled. “Or at least make the girls feel a little bit better,” she continued.

“What do you mean?” Graeme Newsome asked, already knowing what Joanne’s “restorative justice” would be.

Miss Wilson got to her feet and stood looking over at the older man.

“Well, you have been disciplined by me before for your failings, haven’t you?” Miss Wilson placed her hands on her hips.

“Yes, Joanne,” the forty-eight-year-old replied quietly, trying to avoid looking at the younger woman.

“Yes, you were caned two years ago by me for messing up a big case because you couldn’t be bothered to put the time in and do your job properly and that cost the firm hundreds of thousands of pounds.”

Joanne Wilson shook her head.

“I should have just sacked you there and then and not given you another chance.”

The red-haired lady was stopped in her tracks by a knock on her office door.

“Come in!” She raised her voice unintentionally, once again.

She smiled as the door opened and Sophie Edwards, the Office Manager, walked in. The young lady with the long blonde hair smiled as she closed the door quietly behind her.

“Sophie. What can I do for you?” Joanne asked cheerily.

The tall, blonde-haired office manager walked over to Joanne and stood next to her, intentionally looking down on Graeme Newsome, who sat in the visitor's chair in silence.

“I’ve locked up and we’re ready for the staff training session.” She tried not to laugh.

Joanne Wilson brushed her long hair behind her ears, first with her left hand and then her right, before she returned her full attention to the older man sitting in her visitor’s chair.

“I want you to get yourself up from the chair and go and make your way to the conference room. I will join you there in a few moments.” She smiled angelically.

“Once you enter the room, you are not to speak, and you will remove your clothing – place it on the small table at the front of the room. You will then stand, facing the wall, with your hands on your head, until I instruct you otherwise,” Joanne continued.

Graeme Newsome looked at Sophie, then at Joanne and then finally, at his feet before slowly getting up from the chair. Despite being taller than Joanne, her high-heeled shoes meant that she was a few inches taller than him. He stood there and hesitated, unsure what he should do, until Joanne Wilson snapped at him.

“Get yourself into the conference room now and do as you are told or go and clear your desk, you filthy pervert!”

Miss Wilson stood, hands on hips, and stared at the older man. She was in no mood to be messed around.

After a few more moments’ hesitation, Graeme slowly walked out of the office and down the corridor towards the conference room. Once she was sure that he would not be able to hear her, Joanne Wilson began laughing and Sophie joined in as she watched the older woman gather up the pile of printed photos and the USB stick in her hands.

As he entered the large conference room, with its large wooden table in the centre, the forty-eight-year-old man immediately noticed the women sitting around the table, laughing and chatting. They looked at him, before laughing and resuming their conversations. Graeme Newsome noticed the implements lying across the table but decided that it would be in his interests to do as Miss Wilson had told him.

He walked across to the front of the conference room and stood next to the small table where he slowly began to remove his clothing, trying not to look at the four girls who were trying their best to ignore him. The large man knew he was really in for it this time. Firstly, he had seen the collection of implements laid out on the table – it wouldn’t be just the cane like Joanne had thrashed him with before. Secondly, each woman who was sat in that room watching him take his clothes off had been recorded without their knowledge on his camera as they undressed.

Graeme made sure that his shoes and socks had been placed under the small table and that his jacket, shirt, tie and trousers were neatly folded up and placed in a pile on the table. He quickly looked over at the girls, who still seemed to be ignoring him, before he lowered his underpants and stepped out of them, before carefully placing them on top of the pile. The shaven-headed man was just turning to face the wall when he heard a wolf-whistle from one of the girls, but decided to ignore it, turning, placing his hands on his head and staring at the light-blue-coloured wall in front of him.

“Laura!” Graeme Newsome recognised the voice as Rachael Muldowney’s.

The young, dark-haired girl had been one of his first victims. Laura Galley, the whistler, had been his last victim just over a fortnight ago.

The girls continued to laugh as he stood there, flabby bottom on show, facing the wall. They stopped as soon as Joanne Wilson arrived with Sophie, who closed the door quietly behind them.

“Thank you for coming tonight, ladies. I think that it is important for us to deal with this matter swiftly, and as severely, as possible so that it is ended right here, right now.”

Out of the older man’s sight, Joanne had spread the printed images, showing all of the ladies who were seated around the table, as well as many more who weren’t, out on the large table. The small metal device was laid on top of the colour pictures showing the ladies in various stages of undress. She then inserted the USB into the computer and turned on the overhead projector, smiling as the slideshow of the images began to play.

“Right, ladies. I have informed this dirty little pervert that he is to receive a course of restorative justice tonight for his disgusting behaviour.”

Miss Wilson walked over to where Graeme Newsome was stood facing the wall with his hands on his head, and stood next to him, facing the five ladies.

“You will each get the chance to punish our office pervert as severely as you see fit, and this naughty man has agreed to take whatever we give him without any fuss.” She smiled as she ran her left hand down the man’s back.

“We will then consider the matter closed.” Joanne paused as she reached the older man’s bottom and held her large left hand on the forty-eight-year-old’s large and flabby right buttock.

“What if he goes back to his nasty little ways, Joanne?” Zofeya Caldwell asked.

“Slap!”

The red-haired woman planted a full-force spank to the man’s right bum cheek and laughed quietly as he winced with pain.

“Well, I am making sure that he does not work alone with female members of staff on projects but if he was to repeat his dirty little habits, then I will be involving the Police and terminating his employment at Cooper, Norton and Markham with immediate effect.”

The thirty-nine-year-old lawyer moved to the end of the table and paused for a few moments to look at the slideshow of images that continued to play on a loop on the large screen behind her. She shook her head at the other women in the room and picked up the padded chair that was tucked under the end of the table. She pulled it out and set it down in the space between the wall and the end of the table. Joanne rolled up the sleeves of her long-sleeved white cotton blouse before sitting down on the seat. She then turned her attention to ironing the creases from her knee-length navy skirt, which had risen up to reveal her shapely legs. Once satisfied, she smiled at the other women in the room. It was time to begin.

“Right. Pervert. Take your hands off your head, turn around and come and stand beside me here at my right-hand side,” she commanded.

The older man walked quickly to where Joanne was indicating with her large right hand, careful to avoid looking at the other ladies in the room. Once again, It was Laura, who began to add to the older man’s humiliation.

“Oh my God! Is that how big it gets when he gets a hard-on?”

Joanne Wilson looked over to her right and saw Graeme’s small, but fully erect cock, sticking out under a thick bush of dark pubic hair.

“Not much to write home about, is it, ladies?” She placed her right hand around it and squeezed hard, making Graeme wince with pain before releasing her grip.

“Over my lap, you filthy perv – and God help you if that thing makes a mess on my skirt!” she snapped.

The large, shaven-headed lawyer slowly and carefully lowered himself over the younger woman’s knees, moving around to make himself as comfortable as possible. He placed his hands flat on the carpeted floor in front of him, closed his eyes and awaited his punishment.

“Spread your legs slightly!” Joanne raised her voice and smiled at the girls as her older colleague complied immediately.

The thirty-nine-year-old woman placed her left arm around the man’s large waist and held him tightly in place. Her large right hand began rubbing the large buttocks that were lying in front of her at her mercy. After a few moments, and after she had felt Graeme Newsome pushing his crotch against her legs, Joanne raised her right hand in the air and looked across at the ladies, who were concentrating fully on what they were about to witness.

“Now, ladies. I am going to show him exactly how displeased I am with him before I hand the matter over to yourselves. I am only going to spank him with my right hand, but, will make sure that it is given as hard, and as painfully, as I can.”

The red-haired lady licked her lips and smiled before continuing.

“He is very lucky that I’m only using my hand today seen as with my experience at the FCI over the years I could really make this bottom sore.” She nodded.

“Still, you have the delights of Zofeya and Debbie to come, you filthy little man, and I can assure you that it won’t be a pleasant experience for you.”

Graeme remained silent, eyes closed and awaiting the start of his punishment. He did not have long to wait as Joanne sent her heavy right hand on its way, connecting a moment later with a “Slap!” that echoed around the large room. Joanne Wilson smiled at the ladies as the older man’s fleshy buttocks wobbled in response to her right hand.

“Bad, bad boy!” she hissed before unleashing a prolonged, and extremely hard-handed, spanking across the man’s bare bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Miss Wilson laid out half a dozen, slow and extremely hard smacks across the flabby centre of Graeme’s bottom. The forty-eight-year-old winced with pain but he tried his best not to make it obvious that the younger woman’s hand was hurting his bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

A dozen smacks with Miss Wilson’s heavy hand alternately targeted the lawyer’s bum cheeks.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The red-haired woman continued her part of the punishment, again, targeting the older man’s fleshy bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Joanne Wilson did not say a word as she concentrated upon laying out her punishment as hard, and as severely, as she possibly could. She paused to pull the heavy man closer into her lap and then turned her attention back to driving home her displeasure with Graeme.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The disciplinarian targeted the large man’s bottom once more, before pausing to inspect her handiwork. The older man’s bottom was a bright shade of pink and was already warm to the touch. Joanne smiled as she began to hear the sniffs and sobs beginning to come from her older colleague, who was securely held in place over her knee.

“Now, you creepy man, I’m going to really make sure that you don’t want to think about, or film, the girls in the office for your perverted pleasure.”

She raised her large right hand and took aim against Graeme Newsome’s pale, white thighs and backs of his legs. Within a moment, he was squirming once again as the red-haired disciplinarian slapped the creases in between buttock and thigh at full-force.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

A pause to re-position the man over her lap and adjust her blouse before another dose of her heavy right hand targeted her colleague’s thighs once more.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

After about five minutes, during which time Miss Wilson had hand spanked every inch of Graeme’s large flabby bottom and most painfully, the backs of his thighs and legs, she stopped and brought her left arm out from under the man’s stomach. She placed both hands flat on his back and looked over at her audience, who were watching her with admiration.

“That’s how you spank a naughty man, ladies. But we’ve not even started yet, pervert!” she hissed. “Get yourself up and go and bend over the end of the table in front of you – and be quick about it!”

Her older male colleague slowly and carefully got to his feet and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands. Graeme walked the three steps over to the table and lay across it, bottom pointing out at Joanne, who ironed the creases from her navy skirt before getting to her feet and standing to the left-hand side of the man.

“Right, ladies. Although you’ll all get your turn at spanking our pervert here, I think that I’d like Zofeya to go next, seen as she may have suffered more than others in that he has been really been out of order with her.”

Joanne Wilson smiled as she watched the tall, slim girl with the long, dark hair which she had tied up behind her head, get to her feet and walk to the front of the room. She had already picked up the long-handled bath brush with its round head, the smile spread wide across her face.

“Laura and Rachael. Can you come here and hold Mr. Pervert in place whilst Miss Caldwell smacks his naughty bottom with the brush, please?” Joanne moved out of the way and watched the two girls walk to the front of the room.

Laura Galley, with her green eyes and the shoulder-length brown hair, gently pushed Graeme Newsome’s shoulders down with all her weight. Rachael Muldowney, the young lady with the long, black hair and who had been a Prefect at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School, stood across from Laura, gripping the man’s wrists tightly in her hands. He would be going nowhere during his whacking from Zofeya.

Joanne could feel herself becoming hot and moist between her legs as she sat on the small table next to where Graeme had piled his clothes. Zofeya took up her position to the left-hand side of the older man, who let out the occasional sniff as he awaited the punishment to resume. Zofeya Caldwell laid the heavy, long-handled wooden brush across the man’s flabby buttocks. She looked over her shoulder at Joanne, who had started to unbutton her white blouse. The dark-haired twenty-seven-year-old smiled before turning her full attention back to the bottom in front of her. She waited until Laura and Rachael were happy that they had him secured before taking aim, drawing the brush back before sending it through the air until its journey was broken with a loud “Smack!” as it connected with the fleshy centre of his large bottom.

Diane Caldwell’s daughter said nothing as she spent the next five or so minutes taking her frustrations out on Graeme Newsome’s increasingly red, bruised and sore bottom.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

The girl with the long dark hair laid out half a dozen slow, hard swipes with the wooden brush across the centre of her older colleague’s bottom, carefully landing the strokes alternately on left and then right bum cheek.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

The tall girl with the bright blue eyes administered another dose of her heavy brush with its round head, across the fleshy centre of the older man’s bottom. He struggled as the brush bit deep into his buttocks, but he soon discovered that he could not go anywhere due to being held down by Laura and Rachael.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

Once again, Zofeya spanked slow and hard, smiling at the Rachael Muldowney and Laura Galley as she began to notice the deep shades of red that were appearing across Graeme’s bottom from the heavy brush.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

The twenty-seven-year-old woman unleashed a rapid-fire spanking with the heavy brush which caught every inch of her older colleague’s bottom and tops of his thighs. He continued to squirm and struggle, but Laura and Rachael held him tightly as Zofeya concluded her part of the punishment with a dozen slow and full-force smacks with her heavy brush across the creases in between Graeme’s buttocks and thighs.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

Once she was satisfied, Zofeya took a few moments to bend down and take a close look at the older man’s bottom. She laughed softly as she could see the dark red marks that her brush had left on Graeme Newsome’s bottom. He was crying and sniffing, but Zofeya Caldwell did not care. She placed her brush down on the table and walked over to where Joanne was sitting on the desk.

“Feel better, Zofeya?” the red-haired lady asked.

The twenty-seven-year-old lady brushed her dark hair back and nodded.

“Ooh, definitely, Joanne.”

Miss Wilson laughed and then turned her attention back to the task in hand.

“Right, pervert. Sophie is going to take over and you will take whatever she wishes to give you.” She took Zofeya’s small right hand in her left and smiled at the younger woman.

“While Sophie beats you, I’m going to get off with Zofeya and you can listen to it – but won’t be able to see it as Laura and Rachael will be holding you in place.” Joanne laughed.

Sophie Edwards, the office manager with long blonde hair, had picked up the large, American-style, holed wooden spanking paddle and had soon taken up her position at Graeme’s left-hand side. She gently pressed the large piece of wood against the man’s red and bruised bottom before drawing it back. She waited for a few moments to allow Laura and Rachael to adjust their positions and secure their older workmate in place over the table, before she brought the paddle down, its journey broken when it connected with his bottom with a loud “Whack!” which echoed around the large room.

“Whack!” Sophie wasted no time in bringing down her next swat, landing the nasty piece of wood across the dead centre of Graeme’s bottom.

“Whack!”

The young lady with the long blonde hair said nothing as she concentrated upon hitting as hard and as accurately as she physically could.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

As the office Manageress punished Graeme Newsome, Joanne removed her long-sleeved white blouse, folding it neatly and placing it on top of the pile of clothes that were already on the table. Next, she reached behind her back and unfastened her pink bra, which she slipped her arms out of before placing it on the desk next to where she sat. Miss Wilson then kicked off her black shoes before standing up to unzip and remove her knee-length navy skirt. Quickly, she pulled down her stockings and pink knickers, until she was standing absolutely naked, watching Sophie continuing to beat the older man’s red and bruised bottom.

“Whack!”

“You filthy, dirty little man!” Sophie Edwards hissed, smiling across at the other women in the room.

“Whack!”

The forty-eight-year-old lawyer tried to move but it was no use with the weight of Laura and Rachael pressing him down and holding him securely in place over the table no matter how much he struggled.

“Whack!”

The twenty-four-year-old office Manageress landed a full-force swat with the large wooden paddle in the crease between the man’s flabby buttocks and tops of his thighs.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

As Miss Edwards took her anger out on her colleague’s bare buttocks, out of his sight, Zofeya Caldwell began removing her clothes. First came her light blue long-sleeved blouse, which she placed on top of the pile of Joanne’s clothes. Then she removed her black shoes before unbuttoning her light grey trousers which she stepped out of before slipping off her dark stockings. She smiled at Joanne as she stood there in her white bra and knickers with the small black spots. Her red-haired boss stood up and kissed her gently on the lips, reaching behind the younger woman’s back where, within a few moments, she had unfastened the young woman’s bra and watched her allow it to drop to the floor.

Zofeya slipped her hands down the sides of her knickers and slowly pushed these down, smiling at Joanne as they slipped down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and touched Joanne’s large breasts. The women moved close to one another and the young, dark-haired woman placed her hands around Joanne’s large breasts and stroked them softly, gently rubbing her fingers across the large, brown nipples that were erect. At the same time, Miss Wilson leaned in close and brushed Zofeya’s dark hair out of her eyes with both hands before kissing the twenty-seven-year-old gently on her lips.

As Joanne and Zofeya touched and explored each other, Sophie concluded her part of Graeme’s punishment by laying out a dozen full-force swats with the heavy, holed wooden paddle. She ignored the older man’s sobs, sniffs and muffled shouts.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

Blonde-haired Sophie looked over at Laura and Rachael, who smiled at her before she took aim once again, bringing the heavy paddle down for one final time.

“Whack!”

Graeme Newsome let out a muffled yell, but the women ignored him.

“And one for luck, you dirty old pervert!” she laughed.

The young office Manageress walked around the large table and laid the paddle down next to the other implements that Joanne had laid out earlier that afternoon. She smiled as she watched Joanne and Zofeya kissing and touching one another at the front of the room.

“Why don’t I swap places with you, Laura?” Sophie smiled as she watched the girl with the shoulder-length dark hair release her grip on Graeme Newsome’s shoulders.

Laura walked over to the far side of the large table and picked up the large white plimsoll with its rubber sole. She playfully tapped the size eleven shoe against the palm of her left hand and laughed as she watched Sophie pushing the sobbing and snivelling man down back into position over the table. Thirty-five-year-old Laura stood and watched Zofeya and Joanne kissing and touching one another before she returned to the task in hand. She stood to Graeme Newsome’s left-hand side and measured the plimsoll out across his large fleshy buttocks. The girl with the bright green eyes adjusted her position, so that her left knee was slightly bent, and she pushed down on the older man’s lower back.

“Now, pervert. You’re going to regret filming me getting changed and also brushing past me in the staff room.”

She began tapping Graeme’s already red and sore bottom with the large plimsoll until she was satisfied where her first smack would land.

“Hopefully, you’ll feel as much discomfort as I did when I used to get this from Miss MacKintosh.”

Rachael Muldowney laughed loudly and struggled to keep her grip on Graeme’s wrists.

“Haha! Leonie the lesbo!” she sniggered.

“Bitch. It really hurt and all because I just didn’t want to do PE!” Laura drew the plimsoll back.

It landed a few moments later with a loud “Thump!”

Laura Galley brushed her shoulder-length hair behind her ears before returning her attention to the flabby, and increasingly sore, bottom lying at her mercy over the end of the table.

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

Miss Galley smiled as she watched the older man swaying and trying to move away from the nasty plimsoll.

“You dirty old bastard, making horrible comments about me and wanking off over me as I was getting changed. You really will feel these - I can assure you of that!” Laura unintentionally raised her voice.

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

The thirty-five-year-old lawyer slowly, and carefully, landed half a dozen solid smacks with the large plimsoll across the older man’s bottom.

Behind Laura, Joanne and Zofeya continued to kiss and touch one another. Joanne Wilson sat on the desk and the younger woman with the long, dark hair began rubbing the thirty-nine-year-old’s pussy, smiling as she heard Joanne start to moan and breathe heavily. Within moments, Zofeya Caldwell had slipped the fingers on her left hand inside Joanne’s hot and wet pussy and began to move them backwards and forwards, varying the speed and the pressure she applied. She continued to explore Joanne’s warm mouth with her tongue, becoming increasingly aroused herself as she felt Joanne Wilson’s large hands massaging and fondling her large breasts.

Despite noticing her colleagues looking over her shoulder at what Zofeya and Joanne were doing, Laura Galley focused her full attention on Graeme Newsome’s red and bruised bottom, determined to make him very sorry for what he had done to her. Over the next five minutes, the quiet young lady had administered another thirty smacks with the heavy, rubber-soled shoe. The young lawyer smiled as she thought to herself how much it had to be hurting her older colleague. She knew from the experience of those four whackings she had received at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School from Miss MacKintosh for “forgetting” he PE kit, that a dose of the plimsoll was extremely painful.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

Miss Galley nodded across at Sophie and Rachael before she leaned in close to inspect Graeme’s bottom. It was now a deep shade of red and was extremely hot to the touch. She smiled as she walked past him and placed the plimsoll down on the table. The young lady with the shoulder-length dark hair walked back to where Rachael and Sophie were still holding a sniffing and sobbing Graeme Newsome in position over the table.

“Your turn, Rache,” Laura announced.

Behind her, Joanne Wilson came to a noisy climax as Zofeya’s fingers did their magic. The dark-haired girl held her fingers inside Joanne’s pussy for a few moments, continuing to kiss and suck on her older colleague’s large breasts.

Rachael Muldowney released her grip on Graeme Newsome’s wrists and waited until Laura had replaced her and secured him once again. The thirty-four-year-old smiled over at Debbie Griffin, who was sitting at the far end of the table, quietly watching what had been going on over the last forty minutes. Miss Muldowney picked up the long Canadian prison strap and returned to the front of the room. She laid the two-foot-long piece of thick leather across the centre of Graeme’s bottom and concentrated upon her stance – left foot out in front of her right and left hand on her hip.

“You won’t want to grope my arse or look down my top after I’m done with you, dirty, filthy pervert!” she hissed. “Or take videos or pictures of me while I’m getting changed!” she added.

Rachael licked her lips and smiled as she watched Debbie get to her feet and walk to the front of the room. Miss Muldowney looked over her shoulder, noticing that Zofeya was now being pleasured by Joanne, before she turned back to the task in hand. Rachael Muldowney took the thick, holed piece of leather back over her right shoulder, took a deep breath before sending it flying through the air, it’s journey broken when it kissed Graeme Newsome’s flabby buttocks with a loud “Whap!”

The sound echoed around the large conference room.

The older man struggled and squirmed for all he was worth in a vain attempt to avoid further punishment, but it was no use. He was held securely in place by Laura and Sophie, who simply applied more force to hold him still. He was sobbing and crying uncontrollably, but this received little sympathy from Rachael, who had suffered more than most from Graeme’s behaviour.

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

The first, loud, and painful swipes with the thick piece of holed leather, made Joanne Wilson pause pleasuring Zofeya for a moment. She smiled as she realised how much the Canadian Prison strap, which she had taken home as a leaving present from the FCI, where she had worked before embarking on her Law career, would be hurting Graeme Newsome. She still could not believe that one of the firm’s longest-serving employees had been doing such disgusting things for so long. Joanne returned her full-attention to Zofeya, who sat on the desk, legs spread wide open, kissing her hard on the mouth and stroking her breasts with her fingernails.

Miss Muldowney looked over at her friends, Sophie and Laura, who continued to hold Graeme in place over the table. She decided to continue with his punishment, taking careful aim against the older man’s fleshy, but bruised, buttocks.

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

Rachael adjusted her white t-shirt as she admired the deep shades of red that had spread right across Graeme’s bottom. The thirty-four-year-old woman returned to her task and had soon administered a further half a dozen swipes with the heavy prison strap, adding to the deep shades of red that covered the bottom in front of her.

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

As Rachael continued her work, Joanne Wilson touched Zofeya Caldwell’s large breasts before turning her full attention to the young woman’s large and dark nipples, which she began to suck and lick softly. Zofeya was becoming increasingly turned on and began moaning loudly with pleasure as Joanne’s tongue touched and explored every inch of her breasts. The older red-haired woman slipped the fingers of her left hand inside the dark-haired girl’s pussy and immediately began pushing as hard and as far as she could, touching Zofeya’s clit. Joanne continued to kiss her on the mouth, gently allowing her tongue to wander inside Zofeya’s mouth.

At the same time, her fingers stroked the twenty-seven-year-old’s clit, slowly, then faster, gently then roughly. Diane’s daughter began moaning loudly with pleasure as Joanne continued to massage and tease her until she reached orgasm. The women held one another tightly, Joanne Wilson with her fingers still inside Zofeya, until they had calmed themselves. By this time, Rachael Muldowney was just administering her final set of six, no-nonsense and full-force strokes with the nasty Prison strap.

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

Miss Muldowney walked to the far corner of the conference room and placed the prison strap down next to the other implements. She smiled at Joanne and Zofeya, who were standing satisfied, exhausted and totally naked at the front of the room. The dark-haired woman picked up the black-handled reformatory cane and walked back to where Debbie was standing, having watched the events so far. Now it was to be her turn. Sweet, innocent, quiet Debbie, who had been filmed, groped and had suggestive remarks made about her.

Debbie Griffin, the short mixed-race criminal lawyer, had been shocked and disgusted when she had discovered the video and images showing her in the changing room. The sexual comments that Graeme Newsome had made, or the fact that he always seemed to be brushing up against her at every opportunity, made the ex-St. Katherine’s Girls’ School student determined to teach him a lesson that he would not forget in a hurry. As Debbie took the long, thick cane with its black woollen handle in her small right hand, Joanne and Zofeya began to dress, still touching and kissing one another at every opportunity.

“Now, you grubby little man, I’m going to cane your arse until I’m satisfied that you’ll be leaving us alone from now on,” Miss Griffin announced quietly.

Debbie adjusted the long sleeves on her gold-coloured satin blouse and took up her position at Graeme Newsome’s left-hand side, carefully measuring the thirty-inch long cane out across the man’s already sore and bruised bottom. Sophie and Laura continued to hold the large, shaven-headed man in place over the table, smiling as they watched the diminutive Debbie begin to gently tap the ten-millimetre-thick cane against the flabby centre of Graeme’s bottom. She ignored the man’s sniffs and sobs before drawing the cane back, taking a deep breath before she sent it hurtling towards the target in front of her. It swooshed loudly through the air until its journey was ended as it connected with the older man’s bottom with a loud “Thwack!”

The large man let out a shout as the stroke landed, but the noise was muffled by Sophie, who used all her weight to push him down into the table. Laura Galley also helped to subdue him by tightening the vise-like grip she had around his wrists. No matter how much he snivelled, shouted or cried out, poor, sweet and innocent Debbie would not stop his punishment until she was totally satisfied that the forty-eight-year-old man who had been harassing her for months, would avoid her in future. She drew the cane back once more and calmly, and emotionlessly, administered another five swipes with the thick cane across the dead centre of Graeme’s large, and flabby, bottom.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Thirty-five-year-old Debbie paused and leaned in close to inspect the red and sore bottom in front of her. Those first half a dozen strokes had left six neat, dark red tram lines across the centre of Graeme Newsome’s bottom. She ran her left hand over every inch of the man’s sore bottom before returning to the task in hand. Debbie noticed that Joanne and Zofeya had dressed and were standing at the left-hand side of the conference room.

“How many shall I give him, Joanne?” Miss Griffin asked as she re-took her position at the older man’s left-hand side.

Joanne Wilson licked her lips and smiled at the extremely quiet younger woman.

“I don’t really know, Debbie. I mean, I would normally just say cane him until you are satisfied, but that may take hundreds of strokes, wouldn’t it?” she laughed.

Graeme tried to shout out, but was prevented from doing so by Sophie, who pushed him down into the table and muffled his reply.

“How about one stroke for each girl he has either filmed, groped, touched or made suggestive remarks to?” Zofeya laughed.

Joanne Wilson touched her large breasts through her white blouse before touching Zofeya’s arm with her left hand.

“That’s a good idea – if we got all the images and all the videos he took then there are at least twenty four girls in this office who have been victims.”

The red-haired lady leaned over and kissed Zofeya Caldwell on the mouth once again.

“I’d say twenty-four strokes, Debbie, but if you want to give him more, then feel free,” Joanne replied before returning her attentions to the dark-haired girl standing next to her.

Debbie Griffin brushed her long hair behind her ears before beginning to tap the cane against the man’s buttocks once more. Once satisfied, she took a deep breath before bringing the reformatory cane down, slowly and carefully landing her strokes slightly lower down than her first set. She smiled as she saw the new set of straight, deep red lines appear on the man’s bottom.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

The thick-set man continued to struggle and squirm, but his actions were futile as Sophie and Laura continued to use all their strength to hold him securely in place over the table. He was crying uncontrollably, and his bottom was on fire. That caning he had received from Joanne had been painful, but this was on another level. He would definitely be keeping himself to himself from now on, as well as looking for another job elsewhere. He closed his eyes and waited for his punishment to continue. Out of his sight, Miss Griffin began tapping his bottom once again with the cane, this time against the creases in between his buttocks and thighs.

She was determined to make sure that he had a reminder of his punishment for weeks to come. Just like she had done at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School, when she had received her one and only taste of corporal punishment at the hands of her Form Mistress, Miss Downey. Debbie had never forgotten that over-the-knee hand spanking and dose of the clothes brush from her lovely and sweet Form Mistress. Graeme Newsome would certainly not forget being caned by Debbie for a long time.

The small, mixed-race woman took a deep breath and, after looking across at Sophie and Laura, administered the next half a dozen strokes, smiling as she watched the older man struggle and squirm for all he was worth as her cane bit into his lower buttocks and thighs, again, leaving a set of deep red tram lines.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Debbie Griffin wasted no time in rapping out her final set of six strokes, deliberately targeting the same area across Graeme’s lower bottom and thighs. The small, dark-skinned lady began adding comments after each stroke with the heavy reformatory cane.

“Thwack!”

“You disgusting, dirty old man!”

“Thwack!”

“As if any of us would want to get close to you!”

“Thwack!”

“You make me sick thinking that you’ve been having a wank over our pictures and the films you’ve made of us getting changed."

“Thwack!”

“I’ll cane the arse off you if you ever, ever do anything like that again to me!”

“Thwack!”

“I hope every time you think about any of the girls in the office from now on that you think of what we’ll do to you if you so much as say a word to us!”

And finally.

“Thwack!”

“Next time, I’ll thrash your cock with the cane – if I can actually hit something so small and worthless, that is!”

The girls in the room all burst out laughing as Debbie laid the cane down on the table in front of her. Sophie and Laura released their grip on Graeme’s wrists and shoulders and stood up. He remained bent over the table, snivelling and sobbing loudly. The ladies allowed him to calm himself for a while, each of them taking the opportunity to walk behind him and inspect his red, bruised and extremely hot, bottom and thighs. Eventually, it was Joanne who took control of the situation.

“Right, Graeme. Stand up and face us,” she instructed sternly.

It took a few moments for the forty-eight-year-old to comply, but eventually he was standing facing the ladies. Joanne pointed to his extremely small cock, which was still erect and pointing out proudly in front of him.

“Now, you dirty old man, to conclude your punishment I am going to give you five minutes to wank yourself off in front of us. If you don’t cum in those five minutes, then I will give you another six strokes of the cane. Do you understand?” She looked at the other women in the room.

Graeme Newsome looked shocked and confused. He was still sniffing, trying to cool his bottom by rubbing it with his hands and wiping tears from his eyes. After a few moments of silence, he replied.

“Yes, Miss Wilson.”

The red-haired woman with the large breasts laughed.

“And then I’ve got a special gift from all of us so that you will be reminded of your dirty behaviour until we’re satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson from tonight and that we won’t be running the risk of wondering whether or not you’ve gone back to your grubby, dirty little ways.” Joanne smiled before continuing.

“Anyone got their phone? Need someone to set a timer on this.” She laughed as Laura waved her iPhone in the air.

“I’ll do it.” She busily worked away at the phone to set a countdown timer. “All set,” she announced.

“Right. Pervert. Go!” Joanne instructed excitedly.

Graeme Newsome took his small cock in his right hand and stood there, quickly working his cock backwards and forwards, all the time looking over at Laura, who held her phone in her right hand. He closed his eyes and tried to think of the girl in the office he liked the most – Zofeya. He imagined her in her light blue long-sleeved blouse and the short grey skirt that she sometimes wore to work that revealed her lovely long legs. As he did this, he moved his cock faster and faster. All the time he tried to ignore the comments that the women were making as he masturbated.

“You’ve got ninety seconds left!” Laura Galley laughed.

The shaven-headed man kept going and could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax. At that moment he felt someone touch his left arm, but he did not know who it was as he had his eyes tightly closed, too busy imagining Zofeya. Just as Laura excitedly informed the group that Graeme had less than thirty seconds left, the pressure reached its peak and Graeme gasped as he came, sending his spunk flying onto the carpeted floor in front of him. He continued to move his cock backwards and forwards until it was all out, gasping with exhaustion.

Joanne, who had been the one stroking his left arm, walked over to the small table at the front of the room and picked up his shirt, which she wiped over his tiny cock, laughing as she saw the stain begin to appear.

“Now. You can wear your spunk-stained shirt on your way home, and it can act as a reminder that if I ever hear so much as a rumour that you have said something horrible to anyone in this office, let alone been taking pictures or videos of them, then you know the consequences.”

She allowed his shirt to fall to the floor.

Graeme Newsome stood, red-faced, gasping for breath and sweating from his exertions as Miss Wilson walked over to the table where she picked up the metal cock cage. She wondered whether the device would actually fit something so small, but walked back towards the large man, who was stood wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

“Now, as a final condition of keeping your job at Cooper, Norton and Markham, and to ensure that you’re not wanking over my ladies, you will wear this around your cock and it will prevent you getting aroused and hopefully, stop you having such dirty thoughts so that you feel the need to masturbate.” Miss Wilson turned and looked at the women in the room.

“There are only two keys to this device and so it’s going to be like this until I know that you can be trusted. I will be keeping one of the keys on my chain around my neck. You will have no chance of getting the key from me so do not ask. I will not remove the cage from your cock until I am one-hundred-percent satisfied that you will not be filming, making naughty comments, groping or touching or masturbating over the girls in this office.”

Joanne Wilson looked sternly at Graeme, who was stood, wiping his eyes and rubbing his bottom, facing the girls. He really was struggling to understand what his boss was going to do to him.

“The other key will be held by one of the ladies in this room, but you will not be allowed to find out which one – so no asking, no pressuring or threatening them to let you out.” Joanne Wilson removed the two small keys and opened the small cock cage.

“Debbie. Would you like to secure him for us, please?” Joanne flicked her long red hair out of her eyes and laughed as the diminutive Debbie Griffin walked the few paces over to where Joanne and Graeme were standing and took the small gold-coloured metal cock cage in her hand before kneeling down. She tried to avoid looking up at the older man, instead concentrating on taking his balls in her left hand, pushing the tiny cock out of the way before placing the metal cage around the base of his cock. She looked over at Joanne, who nodded, before the small, mixed-race lady slowly, and carefully, snapped the cage closed. She reached up and took one of the small keys from Joanne Wilson before turning it in the small lock and ensured that it was secured in place.

Debbie Griffin continued to avoid looking at Graeme Newsome as she got to her feet and handed the small key back to Joanne, who laughed.

“Get yourself dressed and get out of my sight, you dirty, disgusting little man!” she snapped.

The older man bent down and quickly slipped on the stained shirt, fastening the buttons before he walked the short distance to the table where his clothes were piled. Within five minutes, Graeme was dressed, had collected his coat and other things that he needed and had been escorted out of the office by Sophie, who unlocked the main door and watched him as he headed down the street. She returned to the conference room after a few minutes, to find the other ladies laughing and joking about what they had just witnessed.

“God, that was fun!” Joanne Wilson announced.

“It really was. I’m sure that he won’t be filming or photographing us in future,” Sophie replied on her return to the conference room.

The red-haired Miss Wilson busied herself by cleaning her implements with some antiseptic wipes before returning them to her long document tube.

“So, what are you up to tonight, ladies?” She smiled at Laura Galley.

“I’ve got Fiona coming over tonight to give me my monthly appraisal.” She ran both hands through her shoulder-length hair and laughed.

Everyone in that room knew what an “appraisal” with Professor Fiona Stevens meant.

“I’ve got mine on Saturday morning,” Rachael Muldowney added.

“Mine’s Saturday afternoon,” Zofeya chipped in.

The girls turned their focus to Debbie, who had taken it upon herself to shut down the projector that had been showing the collection of images for the entirety of their after-work training session. She knew that the others were staring at her but continued to ignore them as she removed the USB stick and closed down the computer. Joanne Wilson walked across to where she was and laughed.

“And you, Debbie? When’s your appraisal with the lovely Fiona?”

Debbie Griffin looked up at her boss and laughed awkwardly.

“Sunday morning, Joanne,” she replied quietly.

Joanne Wilson touched the younger woman’s left arm.

“So, an hour of facing the wall with your nose pushed hard up against it then, is it?” she asked softly.

Unlike the other lawyers who had been recommended to Joanne by the red-haired Professor, Debbie had made it clear to Fiona that she did not wish to have her bottom smacked as part of the deal. She had hated being taken over Miss Downey’s lap whilst she was in her final year at school and receiving a hand spanking and dose of the clothes brush for forgetting her History homework. Although initially disappointed, Fiona Stevens had agreed to simply give the diminutive Debbie corner time, where the younger woman would strip absolutely naked before standing with her hands on her head, nose pushed up against the wall, for an hour to allow her to think about how she had performed at work that previous month.

Dark-skinned Debbie would then be made to explain her behaviour to the older woman, who would take her up to the bedroom and have some fun. She enjoyed it, and like the other women, couldn’t wait to spend time with the sensual Fiona.

Joanne, on the other hand, spent most of her time with Zofeya, who loved the red-haired older woman so much. Fiona was a friend, but a friend who was also sleeping with her mother, Diane. They made a deal not to talk about that. Joanne Wilson used her experience of corporal punishment to keep her younger girlfriend in line, punishing the dark-haired woman for failings at work or laziness at home. Zofeya enjoyed it, and also looked forward to the occasions when Joanne allowed her to spank her in return.

The two women even started to role play spanking scenarios. The favourite one being Joanne being the lady next door, who had come to confront her about her poor behaviour and attitude. It resulted in her being stripped naked, spanked and then taken to bed. It reminded the woman with the long dark hair of the real lady next door who had awakened her interest in spanking in the first place.