Further Assessment - Join the Dots

Second part of a three-part story from Uniform Girls 21

6.20. It is over. Somehow it is over. Getting in( her car but she is in no state to drive. Her head… and the rest of her. Her bottom… Elaine’s mouth opening in a silent cry of anguish as her bottom comes in contact with the seat. Her poor bottom. How could he. That… dreadful cane,..

‘Discipline, Elaine. You need discipline for top management: Can you take discipline? Let’s see…’

Concentrate. Driving. Hands and feet. She’s got to get home. Somehow. Concentrate. The car is all over the place. Like a drunk. If she’s stopped… Oh God. She has her coat on but under it… nothing. Except herself. Her poor red-striped bottom. The black heels. They are the only things she has on apart from the coat. Her black heels that are having such problems doing what she’s telling them to do with the pedals.

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Nigel Stanford. Mr Stanford. No, don’t think about Mr Stanford. Who could think that after the horrors of Harold Radlet there could be… even worse? Nigel Stanford. You can’t compare them. How can you compare one unspeakable with another? One unthinkable with another? So don’t think about it. It is over. Those two. She has done Harold Radlet and Nigel Stanford. Or rather they have… done her… the two worst ones. They have to be, by a million miles. None of the others can be remotely like… what she has had.

Yes Elaine has done Harold Radlet and Nigel Stanford. And how can she now ever face them again? After what happened in Harold Radlet’s study. Or in Nigel Stanford’s little room. How can she possibly go to Senior Management meetings and sit there facing them? With what has now happened. And that isn’t all. The others, they will know as well. Men are like that. Regaling each other with their dirty little jokes. Only this time it won’t be an abstract dirty joke it will be real, live… Real live, flesh and blood Elaine Simford.

Elaine of course still has to see the others. There are six more, including the Managing Director, who attends Senior Management meetings. There is George Alburt for one.

George is in an awful state. He has seen the roster that was drawn up, with the names of Harold Radlet and Nigel Stanford at the top. He is pretty sure Elaine has been ‘done’ by those two now and they are undoubtedly the worst ones. So whatever they were going to do has been done. But… exactly what? They are both pretty awful, say those awful things, but… possibly it could be mostly talk. When it comes to the crunch, well, there is supposed to be decency in everyone. But on the other hand…

The way to find out is to ask Elaine. George urgently needs to know — although part of him doesn’t want to. But can he ask — something like that? It might seem as if he wants to get a kick out of it. A turn-on, if they really have done those things. Eventually George does manage to steel himself to go and see Elaine.

She is alone in her office. At least there isn’t someone else there, the next one on the list perhaps, trying to make arrangements to ‘do’ her. Since the start of this business Elaine has been spending most of her time in her office, and not going in the canteen for coffee, etc. Hot-faced, she refuses to tell George anything. Perhaps Elaine does think that he wants to know for a turn-on, or part of her may think this. Who can blame her if, after what she has been subjected to, some atavistic feminine part of her brain is saying that all men are the same. They are all bastards. Because Elaine has now had a visit from the third one on the list. Andrew Willman, in here yesterday when she was getting ready to leave. Not as bad as those other two perhaps but bad enough. When she refused to go with him to his car, Mr Willman set about her there and then. Locked the door and dragged Elaine over his lap. Grabbed up her skirt and took off her knickers. And proceeded to give Elaine’s bare bottom a good hard spanking. Andrew Willman still has her knickers. Are they perhaps going to be triumphantly produced at the next Senior Management meeting? Passed grinningly around the table?

George has that powerful urge to know. Exactly what horrors have been perpetrated on poor Elaine? He has chanced to overhear Harold Radlet and Nigel Stanford joking together in the corridor. They were undoubtedly talking about Elaine. Did he hear the word ‘cane’ mentioned? Did Nigel Stanford say ‘wearing only a yellow tee-shirt pulled up above her tits’? It is sickening all right but George nonetheless needs to know.

‘Why do you want to know?’ Elaine’s voice is shaky as if she is going to break down at any moment. ‘Is it ex… exciting? All the details. Maybe I… I should tell you. Then you can do the… the same when it’s your turn.’ Elaine is half crying now. She angrily shakes off George’s hand when he tries to comfort her.

‘Get off. Anyway I… I’m going to…’

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‘Don’t be silly, Elaine,’ Sidney Wilbury says. ‘Of course you can’t resign. You’re one of our key people. You mustn’t take this so seriously. It’s all… well, it’s something of a joke really.’

Elaine who has gone to see the Managing Director, gives a despairing cry. A joke! ‘D… do you know wha… what they’ve done?’ she stutters.

Sidney Wilbury doesn’t. All that talk: have they really done some of those things? Christ! ‘Er, no,’ he says, feeling a tingle of excitement. ‘Ah… what things exactly?’

Another one who wants to get off on it, Elaine tells herself bitterly. Just like George Alburt, although she wouldn’t tell him. But she’ll tell the Managing Director if he’s so keen to know. She’s going to resign anyway whatever he says.

‘Harold Radlet: he caned me. He caned my… bare bottom.’ Sidney’s eyes widen. He is no doubt picturing it. Elaine hesitates and then goes on. ‘And… he… he made me kneel down… and then… he made me…’ How can you say it? But she does, she finds the words. And the other horrors. All those other unbelievable things. Sidney Wilbury’s face has gone quite pink.

There is more of course. ‘And Nigel Stanford. He too… took all my clothes off. And… made me put this tee-shirt on. And then he ti… ti…’ Stutteringly she tells him. All of what took place in that little room in Nigel Stanford’s house. All of it. Then there is Andrew Willman; but that is nothing compared to those other two.

Sidney Wilbury makes a ‘hmmm’ sound. Have they really done those things? She couldn’t be making it up. But if they have… well, it’s all in the company. A bit of private fun. No one else is going to know. And as for Elaine resigning…

‘No, you can’t resign, Elaine. That’s silly. I think you’re… ah… a little over-excited right now. What has happened… ah… only innocent fun… horseplay possibly. But perhaps somewhat magnified in your mind.’

Elaine makes a despairing screeching sound. Magnified in her mind! I… I am resigning,’ she states, as firmly as she is able. ‘R… right now.’

Mr Wilbury gets to his feet. ‘No. No, you can’t, Elaine. You signed a contract if you remember. At the very least there is a six-week notice that you’d have to see out. And at the end of six weeks all of this will be so much water under the bridge. You’ll have your promotion and…’

‘No!’ Elaine sounds almost hysterical.

Sidney Wilbury takes her by the arm. He is older, 50-ish, like George Alburt. A father-figure perhaps? But he doesn’t feel like a father-figure — except that fathers have been known to spank their daughters. It is a spanking that is in Sidney Wilbury’s mind. What Andrew Willman has apparently done. The thought of all that other business is certainly arousing but as Managing Director he has to show some restraint. Maybe a caning? Well perhaps, but certainly a spanking, he can really fancy that and a spanking is by no means over the top. Yes.

‘Just be sensible, Elaine,’ he says firmly. ‘You’re getting quite hysterical and that is not what I expect to see in my top management. There will be no resignations and we will continue this business in an orderly manner. Perhaps Harold and Nigel may have gone a little… ah… too far. But that’s over. The others, I feel sure, will be much more restrained. It is all really a bit of a joke, Elaine, and you have to take it in that light. OK? Just remember you still have me to come. Ha-ha!’

Sidney Wilbury’s hand comes down and playfully pats Elaine’s bottom. ‘In fact I seem to recall that on the list…’