Arriving in my office at 7.15am I broke into a broad grin to find Polly already at her desk working. Without saying a word she followed me into my office and before I had even had a chance to take off my coat she'd carefully laid on my desk the pair of white cotton panties bearing my initials on both sides.
"These are to be shredded, Boss, as I may not wear them any more," said Polly matter of factly.
I quietly removed my coat and settled into my chair as Polly's gaze followed my movements. I was surprised that someone could undergo such a behavioural improvement overnight.
"In future I will not ask you to present my initials, Polly. As soon as you arrive at the office each day, and after checking that I am alone in my room, you are simply to come in and do whatever is necessary to display each item of underwear that I have initialled in such a way as to ensure that my initials are readily legible and not partially distorted by creases or folds in the garment. To the extent that will require you to stretch or contort yourself it may be worth practising at home before you come to the office because I will not help you to achieve the correct result. My displeasure at your imperfect presentation will be made known to you in an appropriate manner. Before we deal with these white cotton panties that you have obediently brought to be shredded, please display today's approved items for my inspection."
I did not need to check my note of the previous day to remember that all I had approved for Polly to wear today was a pair of bright yellow silk panties, and that my initials were outside beneath the crotch. I couldn't help noticing how nicely groomed Polly was today, with a pale blue jacket and matching midi-skirt, matching blue shoes and a lemon blouse with a frilly front. She had a matching lemon ribbon holding her fair hair at the back into a pony tail. It was also plain that she was not wearing any pantyhose or stockings. I put my hands behind my head and leaned back to see how well Polly would perform in her underwear approval debut.
Without saying anything Polly went to my closet and unclipped the mirror that had yesterday been on my desk. She placed it in exactly the same position and climbed onto my desk facing me. Even now it was clear that she was wearing bright yellow panties and no slip or petticoat of any description. I could also discern some markings on the crotch of the panties and was pretty confident that she was wearing the approved underwear. She gathered her skirt and hitched it up until her hands reached the level of her jacket pocket. Pausing, she reached into one pocket without letting go of the skirt and produced a small makeup mirror. She then raised the skirt further and leaned her head forward so as to be able to hold the front of the skirt up by her teeth and her left hand. With her right hand she carefully positioned the makeup mirror behind her ass and below so as to reflect my initials from the makeup mirror onto the larger mirror on the desk thus ensuring that they would be the right way around instead of mirror reversed.
Impressed as I was with Polly's initiative, the initials were quite honestly not readable properly because her legs were too close together to allow the crotch of the panties to stretch enough to display the full width of the writing. She leaned forward to check the reflection herself and, realising the problem herself, started to move her legs apart. It quickly became apparent to both of us that she could not stretch the crotch anywhere near enough to display my initials if she was to remain standing. Again, without saying anything, she carefully sat on the main mirror and crossed her legs keeping her skirt raised well out of the way. The result was a fully exposed crotch with my initials quite readable against the stretched yellow silk.
"I warned you, Polly, that the onus was on you not to fumble in remembering where the initials were, and the consequences of not displaying them promptly and appropriately."
She thought for a moment and then said softly, "Boss, I really have tried hard to understand your instructions and to obey them as best I could. If I am naughty or careless or cheeky or even stupid then I will accept your punishment, but if you trick me or set me up as an excuse to punish me then that is really not fair and not what I thought I was agreeing to."
"That's fair enough, Polly", I replied, "but so far I don't believe I have tricked you or set you up. I have carefully noted where you have not thought ahead sufficiently and taken advantage of that. I will continue to do so in order to teach you to think through the ramifications of everything that you do, and to make sure that you retain complex details in your memory and not be so forgetful. I know you have the ability and therefore when you do not use that ability I will create a situation that results in your being punished. You must also remember rule number 1 was that you do not question, ever, any command that I give you. That means that you must obey my commands without hesitating, quarrelling, plaintiff looks or glances. If when you have obeyed my command and wish to speak before I have issued another command, you may seek permission to speak and, if your behaviour has been exemplary, I may grant your request. If I regard you as being bad at the time then you may not speak no matter how compelling, persuasive, fair or legitimate your proposed remarks. I want you to tell me quite explicitly now that you understand and accept that because, if you do not, you may consider yourself dismissed as of this minute."
"I understand what you are saying and I accept it", Polly responded without much hesitation and not too grudgingly.
"Now that we understand each other, please strip down to your panties for me as quickly as you can," I directed.
Polly began to undress straight away, removing her jacket and skirt first and lying them over the back of the chair in my room. As she began to undo her blouse I noticed that she was wearing a bra. I was flabbergasted.
