The first to start this story gets to choose the details of how these girls came to be here, and what is going to happen....
"You two follow me" said the Chief Executive Officer of Rattan Fashions to two PAs Poppy and Tracey he had caught in their undies trying on the new merchandise when they should have been working. "You are in serious trouble after what my new marketing director Jane has already told me."
"Oh sir" said Poppy, "don't be too hasty, we'll do anything to redeem ourselves!"
"Almost anything" equivocated Tracey.
"Well in that case you can both take a spanking for starters," he said, giving Poppy an encouraging pat on her bottom. "Come into my office and lower your trousers and touch your toes."
Once in Mr Rattan's office Poppy started unbuttoning and motioned for Tracey to do the same.
"Come on Tracey honey, we don't want to upset Mr Rattan any more do we?" she said stepping out of her trouser legs and bending over to hold her ankles as if this was an everyday occurrence.
Tracey blushed at the sight of her friend in her thong which showed virtually of all of her slim buttocks, thinking distractedly that they would offer no protection to Poppy from her spanking, in contrast to her own sensible Marks and Spencer briefs that covered her amply. Poppy had twitted Tracey earlier in the morning about her "rather inelegant VPL" and suggested she wear a thong, well who was wearing the most practical undies now, in the circumstances? However as Tracey began to unzip she got a shock.
"Sir", said Poppy, "this isn't fair. Tracey's knickers cover all of her bum, whereas mine is largely bare, with just my modesty protected, just as you like it for punishment, sir. Shall I take her knickers down?"
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"No Poppy, and firstly mind your own business."
"Hear, hear!" thought Tracey.
"Secondly, it is her first offence so just lift Tracey's shirt out of the way. But thank you for reminding me in view of your previous transgressions your next punishment is due on the bare."
Tracey felt Poppy raise her shirt clear and then, unexpectedly, Poppy's hand stroke her bottom.
"Nice bum" said Poppy, cocking her head on one side appreciatively and straightening Tracey's pants unasked, "it's soon going to be as red as your face!"
"Now Tracey" said Mr Rattan "stick your bottom out".
Tracey slowly did as she was told. Mr Rattan spanked her six times with his hand though not too hard. The punishment by Mr Rattan was actually less than the embarrassment of her position, that and being groped in front of him by Poppy who then watched her being spanked.
Now it was Poppy's turn. She removed her thong and bent over again.
Tracey assumed that Poppy would try and preserve her modesty by putting her hand in front of her groin when she undressed further and keeping her legs together, but not a bit of it, quite the reverse. She took off her thong with no inhibition showing her neat little landing strip and bent over with her feet eighteen inches apart, which revealed almost everything, her anus and most of her genitals, to the further embarrassment of Tracey, who had never seen so much of another girl in the flesh, even in the changing room or showers at the gym.
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