In She's the Boss Pt. 01, I, Colin related the story of my experience with Susan, my immediate boss and the General Manager, the formidable rising star, Miss Jenkins.
Susan had a problem with my working practices. She called in Miss Jenkins who offered me the choice of dismissal or an obedience test. I chose the latter which turned out to consist of my stripping naked, to be looked at in detail by her, Janet the cleaner and the entire staff of her outer office. Miss Jenkins made me walk naked into the office and collect a file from a pretty girl. I had to walk closely between the desks, so that all and sundry - women of many ages and one gay guy, got to have good close up look at my unclothed self and in particular my private parts on full display. That was a day I'm not going to forget.
As I reflect on my decision I appreciate the big positive - I've kept my job and things have settled down. No run-ins with Susan. On the other hand I've submitted to something that I hadn't expected I ever would. Have I become a sex slave? No that's a bit strong - I've just been seen naked, something that in many contexts is quite natural. So although feeling a little humiliated I'm ok with it. I still have my job I'm happy enough about that. No harm done.
But, more than that, if I'm honest with myself I would have to admit that despite the loss of self-image I look back on the Miss Jenkins experience with feeling of excitement and a gnawing desire for something similar again.
I was back in the usual office when, one day, Susan went out for a meeting and accidentally left her computer unlocked. It's was lunchtime, I was alone and being naturally nosey, I wandered over to take a look. On the screen was a memo from Miss Jenkins.
"Susan. Thanks for our meeting yesterday and the update on Colin. I'm glad that my methods have had the desired result. I was happy to explain it all to you and gratified by your appreciation of its simple beauty and effectiveness. Hopefully all will run smoothly from now, but in the event of any further problems with Colin you have my full authority to employ similar measures yourself to bring him back in line. Feel free to use your own discretion on how to proceed and also, if you consider a more extensive approach to be justified, that is fine by me. KR Kathryn."
First name terms?. That's ominous. As too, the license Susan apparently has. Considering her strict nature and desire for control. I'd better tread carefully. No telling what the "more extensive approach" might be.
However, as the day wore on my thoughts kept drifting back to the memo and what Susan might do if I "stepped out of line". I kind of wanted to find out.
Susan's office, her fiefdom, was quite sparsely staffed. Besides myself and Susan there was Brenda, a mid to late-life grey-haired lady, very prim and proper in her business suit. She might have been a good-looking woman once but her stern expression forbade any favourable appreciation. Brenda was always going on about "today's morals standards".
There were two 18 years old recent starters who in my mind I called the "giggle-girls". They were quite pretty and fun to be around. Louise and Sara. There was also a sullen young man called Martin. He was quiet and sat in the corner, mostly with his head down.
As I pondered the situation I became more and more tempted by the idea of deliberately provoking Susan.
It was the end of the month and we were preparing the Customer Satisfaction Summaries. Susan was particular about how the documents should be laid out - requiring a very specific and standard paragraph indent.
Ignoring this, I used a random arrangement.
As the day ended, I submitted my document, said a brisk good-night to everyone and left.
On the next day, just to compound the felony I came in late. Susan was furious.
"I can't believe it Colin," she said, "after all the progress we've made you've just gone back to your old ways. Miss Jenkins warned me this might happen."
At the mention of Miss Jenkins I felt a tingle in my cock.
"We will deal with this in the team meeting at 11 o'clock."
The giggle-girls giggled.
At 11 we all assembled in the meeting room. Susan drew the blinds.
"Today we begin with a special agenda item, " she began. "team work, co-operation and a good system are essential for positive outcomes."
"Colin here - whilst occasionally doing some good work, is a disruptor. Miss Jenkins, our General Manager, has laid down guidelines for encouraging such a person to begin to follow the rules again. She has successfully used a particular approach which I will now employ with Colin.
"Colin - stand out front and begin removing your clothes."
This made everyone look up, except Martin, who was on his phone.
"Louise, would you take the garments from Colin as he removes them and place them neatly on this chair."
Louise giggled and followed me out to the front.
Brenda looked indignant and spoke up, "Susan - is this strictly within the company's moral code?"
"Miss Jenkins is a great supporter of morals, Brenda. You can rest assured that what you are about to see is both necessary and legitimate. I think you will like the results."
Sara giggled now and Martin carried on playing with his phone.
I undressed, item by item and hesitated slightly when I was down to my boxers. I could see all eyes on me in anticipation and Louise had her hands out. I pulled them off and handed them to her. She lifted them to her face and took a big sniff, giggled and placed them on the pile.
There I was, naked again, on display.
"Hands behind your back Colin, " said Susan.
Just then there was knock on the door. It was one of the young women from Miss Jenkins' outer office. She looked at me and smiled.
