My coworker was a dull kind of young woman with no fantasy in her clothing: always a dull sweater and jeans, weird old glasses, no jewelry or make up. She was nice though and quiet so we got along for a while. One day she started to make mistakes. She spilled coffee on me, broke off a phone conversation by pressing my call button, told a customer we were out of stuff that just came in that morning so I confronted her with that and all she muttered was that she needed punishment. I was stunned and at first didn't know what to do but then told her to be at my back door at 20:00 hours sharp. I gave her my address and emphasized that punctuality would be key or else.
I closed all my shutters and drew my curtains to make the house pitch dark. I positioned myself in the dark in a living room chair facing the back door. At 20:00 sharp there was a knock on the door which I had left open. I told her to enter but stop on the door mat. Your punishment begins there, I told her. Take off your clothes. She could hardly see me but I saw her as a silhouette undressing and nervously looking over her shoulder weather or not someone was looking at her bare back.