Jim left the podium carrying the microphone. "He would closely monitor the assistant as she worked. He had this special electronic monitor installed." He held up an LED display, which was resting on the desktop. A wire trailed down to the typewriter. Numbers were flashing on the display, bouncing between fifteen and twenty. "He required that his assistant maintain between a thirty to forty minute rate of typing." He set the display down on top of his podium, facing the room so they could monitor it. "He went so far as to have this special monitor installed, which as you can see tracks the typists rate." Jenny made nervous glances back and forth between the letter she was copying, and the monitor on the podium, her concentration wavering. She saw the numbers falling, so she refocused on the letter, trying to speed up.
Jim again wandered away from the podium, this time moving behind her. She flushed, realizing he had a birds-eye view of her upturned butt! He still had the microphone held in front of his chin in one hand, but now he tapped a stiff riding crop against his thigh with the other! "Seeing that the assistant is well below the acceptable range, he would provide immediate discipline like this. WWHHACK!!! Her eyes shot wide open, as he stung her across her bare flank! Stunned, she looked back over her shoulder, now seeing the crop held loosely his hand! Flick, flick, flick he tapped quickly across her right cheek, prodding her back to typing. Her ass burned from his initial stroke, as she picked up where she left off. Her tongue stuck out the corner of her mouth, as she concentrated on picking up her pace.
"As you can see, the technique while effective, is way over the edge. Look at her rate now! Still unfortunately not good enough!" WWHHACK!!! "OOUCH!" she said, as he struck again, this time from a different angle. Concentrating through the discomfort she continued on. WWHHACK!!! And now he steadily tapped across both red crossed globes, with an occasional WWHhack!!! Thrown in! Typing recklessly on, she quickly finished the letter, and he finally let up on the tapping. "Even though this ended up costing him a ton of money, you can see that it is an effective teaching method! She got up to thirty-five words per minute at the end. I don't recommend that you adopt this method, however!" This brought a big laugh from the room, as Jenny reached back to rub her stinging cheeks. She didn't remember this brought her breasts into proud display for the room!
"One million dollars! That was the reward for that stunt. Think it ended there however?" Snap! Snap! Jenny whipped her head around, as Meekashi trapped her wrists together in handcuffs with a practiced motion! Jim raised the back of the chair at her feet, and swung it around, which pivoted her chest out to face the room! She saw everyone staring at her breasts, bulging out over the top of the chair. Jim snatched her letter out of the typewriter with a loud ZZZIPP! He sauntered over to the front desk, handing it to Henry seated front and center.
"It seems our good doctor was just as picky about accuracy, as he was about speed. He sometimes would bring in coworkers to help check her work! Let me demonstrate from court records how one such incident was played out. Would you be so kind as to check this letter carefully for errors?" he said, returning to stand alongside Jenny, facing the room. Henry took a pair of reading glasses out of his breast pocket, and slipped them on. He began scanning the letter line by line, following along with his finger. "The first paragraph is perfect," he said, as he continued the examination. "Wait! She misspelled a word here!" He pointed out the mistake to the lady seated next to him. "She typed T-H-O instead of T-H-E to start the second paragraph."
"Oh, that's misfortunate," said Jim into the microphone. He motioned to Meekashi, who was leaning up against the front wall. She wheeled a small stainless steel cart up in front of Jenny. There was a white case on the cart top, about the size of a cigar box. She stepped around on the other side of the cart, careful not to block the room's view of Jenny. She flipped up the lid of the box, and Jenny flushed as she saw what the case contained!
