It has been two years since Ms. Reese resigned her senior executive position in the insurance company where she had been employed for many, many years. As was her intent, she formed a boutique insurance company focusing on serving female led businesses and female entrepreneurs.

Although this stated objective made for great public PR, admiration for her and the company and most importantly broad support and enthusiasm from others to assist in ensuring she and the company were successful, it was mostly a smoke screen hiding the dark reality of what her efforts were all about.

For you see, behind the respectable front Ms. Reese had in fact established a female centric organization where highly talented, motivated and most importantly like-minded women came together to not only create a successful business but to also dish out payback and revenge for all the years women were kept down in the business world. They accomplished this by dominating the hapless male employees who were purposely hired to serve as their underlings.

For Ms. Reese, and she was sure for the other women in the organization, this arrangement where females were in control and took advantage of their male charges was more than a little titillating and unleashed and allowed fulfillment of erotic sexual fantasies and cravings.

Even she was surprised at the success the company was having and the pace it was growing. Her focus on female owned/led companies proved a successful and highly lucrative business model. This was a niche market that was growing and was comprised of driven leaders dedicated to supporting each other and determined to succeed.

Her personal life took a turn for the better too. She finally after toying with the idea for months sent her partner of many years packing. Even after all the femdom situations and activities they had engaged in, he continued to be resistant to and a very reluctant participant in her requests, particularly those that involved particularly creative or unusual activity. The specific event leading up to her cutting the cord is a story in and of itself.

Ms. Reese was trying to establish a business relationship with this bank. The bank executive was an over the top self-confident, no nonsense, aggressive woman. What she didn’t know was that the bank executive was as much into a femdom lifestyle as she was but had not had as many opportunities in her private life to practice it. She also didn’t know the woman recently learned of the special relationship Ms. Reese had with her partner.

The bank executive was intrigued by this relationship and wanted to see how Ms. Reese interacted with him. As a smoke screen she invited Ms. Reese to her residence to discuss the terms for possible cooperation between the two. The bank executive stated very strongly that Ms. Reese should bring her partner along. Although she found the request to bring her partner odd, Ms. Reese was not going to question it.

When she told her partner he flatly refused commenting what could he possibly add while the two women were discussing business. After going back and forth he said even if he wanted to go he wasn’t up to it because of the lingering effects from the stomach bug he was struggling with.

When Ms. Reese called the woman back to suggest delaying the get together because of her partner being a little under the weather with a stomach bug, the bank executive in an excited tone shot back, “Well today is your lucky day! You probably didn’t know it but I was a medical doctor before I got into the banking business. Now I insist you bring your partner along so I can have a look at him.”

When Ms. Reese ended her phone conversation with the bank executive she went and told her partner in no uncertain terms that he would be accompanying her to the woman’s house the next day. As she expected and was prepared for, he protested and continued to refuse to go.

This recalcitrance was the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. It provoked a terrible tongue lashing from Ms. Reese that made him actually fearful, and before he had the opportunity to reconsider what he had said, as she continued yelling she grabbed him by the hair and threw him down on the sofa before he knew what was happening. She then made quick work of his lower garments tugging them down to his ankles. He was then the recipient of her pent up ire as she pummeled his bare bottom with her hand. It was such a fierce spanking that it actually brought tears to his eyes and a desperate plea from him for her to stop as he cried out he would do what she wanted.

After finishing spanking him she informed him as he lay there rubbing his exposed backside, “I’m tired of you being difficult. You certainly will do what I want. I don’t want to hear another word about this.”

Sheepishly he tried to save face and get back in her good graces saying, “I just didn’t think there was any reason for me to be there because you will be talking business with her.”

Less than 24 hours later Ms. Reese and her partner found themselves in the bank executive’s lavish sitting room. The furniture was very modern. The walls were covered by abstract pieces of art. The bank executive was dressed in a smart, black, form-fitting business suit with shoes that had a surprisingly high heel.

As the two women exchanged pleasantries, made small talk and discussed this and that he, being largely ignored, had the sense of being a child in the presence of two adults. He was amazed at how much the bank executive looked like Barbara Eden.

Ms. Reese who was eager to delve into the bank executive’s time as a doctor hoping she had juicy tidbits to relay. She was not only thinking about the turn-on aspects of what the woman might say, she was hoping some of what she was told she could recreate in future endeavors. Ms. Reese was not disappointed.

At one point Ms. Reese, trying to steer the conversation to the bank executive’s time as a doctor, asked , “Being a doctor you probably had many unusual encounters with patients. Some of them I’m sure were funny and even embarrassing for the patient.”

The bank executive sensing what Ms. Reese was interested in, and wanting to set the stage for what she had planned for Ms. Reese’s partner, responded, “You’re right. And believe it or not being a woman had very unique and tangible benefits. Male patients tended to be sheepish and easily embarrassed. And they were reluctant to challenge me for fear of being labeled a male chauvinist or a typical male not wanting to be in a submissive position to a highly trained and educated woman. It offered interesting opportunities. Oh, the stories I could tell you.”

“I bet some experiences were quite strange while others were amusing. And there must have been incidents that were how should I say it, a little risqué. Was it ever hard to maintain your professionalism during any of these encounters?, Ms. Reese excitedly asked.

The woman paused for a moment as if she was daydreaming then after snapping out of it said, “There was this time early in my career- I was still in my early 20’s and was a resident, when I was filling in for an older male doctor who was on vacation. When I reviewed the patient’s chart I was about to see, there were numerous notes that the patient, a 21 year old male, was a mama's boy. There were comments that this relationship was negatively affecting his mental development. He was very immature for his age. His mother who had to accept some of the blame for his situation typically sat in on his appointments, constantly babied him, and frequently spoke for him.”

His mother brought him in that day because a knee he had scraped looked to her to be infected. When I checked his knee I rolled my eyes because the scrape was not that bad. What was comical every time I got near the wound while examining it he would flinch and say ow that hurts and his mother would respond saying it’s ok the doctor will make it better. I thought to myself this guy really needs to be taught a lesson….and maybe it will wake up his mother too.

When I finished I turned to the mother and said, “I’m going to clean the wound and sterilize the area. To do this I need him to take off all his clothes. I’ll step out while he undresses. Call me when he is ready.”

The mother with a puzzled look on her face asked,” Doctor, is it necessary for him to take everything off? In a self assured manner I simply said, “Yes, I want him completely undressed.” “OK doctor,” she responded.

As I was leaving the room and remained just outside the door I heard their conversation. The mother said, “OK sweetie, you heard the doctor, let’s get you out of your things.”

In a panicked voice he responded, “Mommy, I don’t want to. It’s embarrassing. The doctor is so young. I don’t want her to see me with nothing on.”

“You're being silly, she’s a doctor,” the mother chided him and continued, “Now you heard what she told you to do. I’ll help you undress.”

He continued to protest, complaining to her, “Mommy she is only a little older than I am. It’s like a girl making me take my clothes off.”

Then the two of them could be heard going back and forth in mild argument during which she must have been attempting to undress him. I assume when she went to slide down his underpants he pulled away and said with new found confidence, “I’m going to leave my underpants on. I don’t think she’ll mind.”

“I don’t know sweetie,” was his mother’s only comment, as she made her way to the door to summon me.

As I walked in I wasn’t exactly sure how to deal with the underpants issue. I tried to think of the most embarrassing approach to having them removed. He was standing next to the exam table in his tighty whities when his mother and I approached. It was quite the scene. He was scarlet faced, his hands covering the front of his underpants. He was acting like a 21-year old going on 12 years old.

In a stern voice and pointing to his underpants I said, “I told you to take everything off. That includes your underpants!

Before he had an opportunity to say anything and before I plotted my next step his mother feeling vindicated said, “Told you,” and as she apologized to me for him not obeying bent down and swiftly parted the young man from his underpants.

He screamed out, “O-o-o, mommy, why did you do that? I’m naked.” He tried to hide himself from me but his jumping around and erratic movements only made the situation worse for much to my amusement and to the horror of his mother’s his cock was gyrating around and slapping against his thighs in full view.

With some difficulty we finally calmed him down and got him up on the exam table. I positioned one leg hanging off the exam table and the one with the wound straight to make it easier to work on. This positioning placed his genitals close to where I was working and very exposed to both of us.

His mother comforted him by almost cradling his body while I cleaned and purposely applied stinging antiseptic to the wound. All the time his genitals were literally inches from our arms and at times hands. More than once while his mother caressed his arms when he flinched from the sting of the antiseptic it looked like she inadvertently rubbed against his penis.

The bank executive looking self satisfied said, “To be frank, the episode was more than a little titillating. It was a turn on to be in such a dominant position and in complete control over a member of the other sex and so early in my career- and particularly because we were approximately the same age and he was sooo immature. To make him do exactly what I told him to do was quite empowering.``

She then started laughing and offered, “I just thought about it. One of the more amusing occurrences, one that a nurse in the office came to call the “Double Exposure Event”, happened just a couple of years before I left the profession. I was with a patient, a 50-something male, performing a pre employment physical. So, when I’m in the process of taking his vitals, I have him bent over the exam table with his underpants lowered to mid thigh. Right at the moment I inserted the trusty thermometer in his rectum the door opens abruptly and in walks a woman with a female teenager, who was probably her daughter. Well after getting an eyeful, the woman apologized for the interruption but made no effort to leave. The patient being trapped simply buried his head in the exam table, and I, thinking quickly, in a calm voice said, “Unless the two of you are here to assist in taking this patient’s temperature I think you’re in the wrong room.” After a moment longer the woman apologized again and they finally departed.”

The bank executive continued clearly enjoying telling the story, “Now fast forward about 30 minutes. I’m still with the same patient. At this point I’m sitting on one of those rolling stools. He is standing in front of me this time he is naked. I’m in the middle of examining him for a hernia and I had just taken hold of his right testicle and told him to cough.

Again the door opens and this time a woman probably close to the patient’s age walks in and says, “Oops, I must be in the wrong room.” She then goes on to ask me what room this was and insists she was sure this is the room she was told to go to. Just to be a little naughty I continued to grasp the patient’s testicle as I spoke to the woman so he did not have the opportunity to cover himself. To cap the incident just as the woman finally turned to leave two middle aged women who were passing the room looked in through the open door and loudly giggled. They just stood there staring until the door was shut. Quite the scene.”

Ms. Reese was greatly enjoying hearing the incidents the bank executive was relaying. She had to ask, “What made you leave the profession?” The woman in an upbeat manner responded, “As much as I enjoyed being a doctor and the fringe benefits it offered, I thought I could use my time more efficiently doing something more lucrative to create a better life for myself. So I went into banking.”

With that the woman turned her attention to Ms. Reese’s partner who had been sitting fidgeting as the woman told the stories from her medical practice days. “So, speaking of doctors, I understand you have not been feeling well, some type of stomach ailment,” she said with a hint of cynicism.

He responded quickly, “Oh it's nothing. I'll be fine.”

She snapped back, “Well it was bad enough that Margaret was going to have to postpone this get together. Why don’t you let me have a look at you and I’ll decide if it is nothing.”

Getting a little anxious he retorted, “Really, it’s nothing. I don’t want to waste your time. The two of you have important business matters to discuss.”

Ms. Reese, becoming frustrated with his attitude, interjected, “Will you stop being difficult. You should be appreciative of her generous offer to check you over and jump at the opportunity. Now enough is enough!”

The woman took this cue as the go-ahead with what she had planned. Rising she led them into an adjoining room that had an expansive view of the surrounding area saying there was more light in this room. An unusual looking couch with no arms or back that stood unusually high off the floor was situated close to the large floor to ceiling windows that took up an entire wall. Ms. Reese thought it looked a little like an exam table you would find in a doctor’s office. Ms. Reese sat in a large arm chair that faced the windows.

As he stood feeling very awkward and out of place the bank executive went to a low cabinet and took out a tray that she placed on a high table close to the unusual looking couch. Turning to him she said with an assertive tone, “Go ahead and undress down to your underpants.”

Shocked, he nervously asked, “What, why, why do I have to do that, what do you plan to do?”

“I’m going to examine you, and to that I need you undressed,” she confidently responded..

Becoming greatly distressed he mumbled sheepishly, “I appreciate your offer, but you really don’t need to…”

Ms. Reese, who was relishing his discomfort and greatly anticipating what she hoped would ensue next, cut him off in mid sentence exclaiming, “Will you stop acting like an immature school boy! She was a doctor. And what’s this new found modesty anyway? Need I remind you about the exam Dr. Garcia and her young assistant gave you not too long ago. If I remember correctly, and I do, you spent a considerable amount of time parading around her office naked and enduring a rather intimate exam by her!”

He was numb. Looking from woman to woman he tried to come up with a response. While he was thinking, the bank executive, who was enjoying the situation as much as Ms. Reese, snapped him out of his fog when she barked, “Well! We don’t have all day. Do you need help taking your clothes off?"

Hot with embarrassment he stole a peek at Ms. Reese and much to his trepidation she had that look on her face he knew all too well. It was obvious if he didn’t do what the bank executive ordered him to do there would be hell to pay with her.

As if he was about to throw a temper tantrum, he fidgeted, and finally, as if admitting defeat, lamented, “I can’t believe I have to do this. It is so demeaning.”

Trapped, with no way out, he slowly undressed as he was told to do. His shame was intensified because the two women watched intensely as he disrobed, one thinking to herself how erotic it was to watch him be ordered to take his clothes off by in essence a female stranger, and the other thrilled by the whole situation and eager to humiliate him further during her medical examination.

When he was down to his underpants and stood apprehensively before the two women, the bank executive wasted little time, announcing, “First I want to take your temperature.” Pointing to his underpants, she said, “Lower your underpants and lay on your stomach on the couch.”

“What, why can’t you do it in my mouth or use one of the new instruments that takes temperature automatically when placed near the person?,” he apprehensively asked.

Curtly she responded, “Because that’s the way I do it!” Then turning to direct her comments to Ms. Reese, knowing she would appreciate them, continued, “ I always took my male patient’s temperature rectally. I found that if early on in the exam they had to endure me doing that to them, they were more open and willing to discuss their sensitive medical issues with me, plus, I found it extremely empowering having males lying on my exam with their asses exposed and a glass rod sticking out of their back holes that I put there.”

Ms. Reese just sat back thoroughly enjoying herself.

The bank executive holding the thermometer in front of her simply said to him, “Well!” Knowing he had no option and hot with embarrassment he mounted the couch and slightly lowered his underpants to just below his backside. As soon as his red backside came into view the bank executive snickering, commented, “Well, well, I see someone has been a bad boy!” Ms. Reese, who had forgotten about the spanking she gave him yesterday, chuckled to herself.

Ms. Reese watched intently at how proficiently the bank executive performed the procedure- from lubing the thermometer to separating his ass cheeks with one hand and effortlessly finding his back hole and inserted the glass rod. Ms. Reese also thought it a turn on the way the bank executive stood over the blushing man, almost deliberately eying every inch of the portions of his body exposed to her.

As soon as the bank executive removed the thermometer he hastily reached back and pulled up his underpants prompting a comment from the bank executive, “Rather modest today, aren’t we.”

She next ordered him to roll over and she began to feel around his abdomen. Ms. Reese smiled when at one point the bank executive lifted the waistband of his underpants with one hand exposing a patch of his pubic hair and reaching in and palpated the lower torso very close to his genitals.

After only a short time she stood and turning to Ms. Reese announced, “He’s impacted. I bet he hasn’t had a bowel movement in quite a few days.” Then speaking to him asked, “Am I right?”

He sheepishly mumbled an almost unintelligible response. Taking that as agreement with her diagnosis, again turning to Ms. Reese announced, “I’m going to give him a fleet enema, that should take care of the problem.”

He interjected apprehensively, “I-I-I don’t need an enema..” The bank executive cut him off saying, “You’re constipated, you need to be cleaned out!”

With that she went into drill sergeant mode first directing her comments to Ms. Reese, “I am going to go get the enema ready. I will need your assistance administering it. Use this towel to cover the couch.” Then in a direct, non debatable tone told him, “And you, remove your underpants and once the towel is put down mount the couch and position yourself on all fours.” She then, without waiting for comment from either, left them and headed to another part of the house.

Ms. Reese could not believe how sexually exciting this situation was and how unbelievably eager with anticipation she became. After placing the towel on the couch she laughed to herself as he still stood in the same position as though paralyzed after getting his instructions from the no nonsense bank executive. Feeling naughty as well as turned on she went over to him and in one brisk tug pulled down his underpants and had them off and in her hands before he could respond.

He looked absolutely devastated. The only time Ms. Reese could remember him being this shamefaced was in Doctor Garcia’s office. Knowing it was futile to challenge her and also recognizing the other woman was determined to carry out her decision to give him an enema, defeated and with his manliness viciously taken away he meekly got into position as ordered.

After only a few minutes the bank executive returned carrying the enema bag and some other items. Sarcastically she said, “Great, I see you followed my directions.” Then speaking to Ms. Reese said, “Margaret, I'm going to need you to hold the bag while I administer the enema.”

Looking back his way almost in a clinical tone she instructed him saying, “I need you to spread your legs wider and stick your backside out further so your back hole opens real wide for me.”

Completely humiliated, he just lowered his crimson colored head and did as he was told knowing he was at the mercy of the two women and there was nothing he could do about it. When he was in position his naked ass was fully on display as were his testicles hanging low between his legs.

As Ms. Reese watched the bank executive proceed she thought the whole scene to be quite erotic. There was something very satisfying about watching her partner be completely dominated by another woman. And this woman who appeared to be utterly enjoying the situation was on the top of her game.

Ms. Reese grinned when the bank executive first took a long pause to admire his very exposed private parts. She even went as far as bending to get a real good look at his penis hanging between his fully on display testicles.

After taking in the view, she applied a liberal amount of lubricant to the bulbous end of the tube that was attached to the enema bag. Then in Ms. Reese’s calculation in an effort to deliberately humiliate him even more, if that was possible, she spread his cheeks widely which not only completely exposed his pink, wrinkled anal hole but opened his sphincter to the point both women could clearly see inside.

Ms. Reese was really getting aroused. The situation was almost surreal. Two smartly dressed middle-aged women had a hapless middle-aged male naked on a couch who was about to be given an enema from a woman he just met an hour ago. Her inner sense of domination was intensified as she observed his red backside knowing she was responsible for it. It was quite titillating.

The bank executive next expertly inserted the end of the tube deep in his rectum and opened the valve. After the bag was about three quarters empty he started complaining about the pressure in his stomach. Not being very sympathetic the bank executive responded, “You need to retain more of the liquid.”

Ms. Reese noticed with some amusement her partner’s cock had become slightly engorged. This surprised her greatly. Given what he was being put through she would have expected his manhood to have shriveled up since every bit of ego and macho had been taken away by the bank executive.

When the bank executive finally removed the hose from his backside he jumped off the table and pleaded to be told where the bathroom was located. As he hurried away he apparently was so focused on getting to the bathroom he made no effort to hide himself. The two women could not help laughing watching his slightly engorged cock swinging back and forth and as his rear end came into view its glistening from the combination of excess lubricant and enema solution.

When he returned from the bathroom both hands clasped tightly covering his genitals the bank executive made the sarcastic comment, “Someone has become rather shy all of a sudden.” That elicited an outburst of laughter from Ms. Reese. He headed straight for his clothing heaped in a pile wanting to end this nightmare.

The bank executive yet again showed she was in complete control and more than a little enthusiastic about prolonging his humiliation. She waited until he had put on his underpants to announce, “I didn’t tell you you could get dressed. I’m not finished. I need to make sure the enema addressed the problem.

He, fearing what she had in mind, shot back, “That won’t be necessary. I’m feeling fine.”

Showing visible frustration with him, she retorted, “Oh no, we’re not getting into that debate again! Come over here!”

Head down he sheepishly made his way around to the front of the couch where the bank executive was waiting.

If Ms. Reese thought there was no way his embarrassment could be intensified, she soon found out how wrong she was. With hands on her hips the bank executive almost proudly exclaimed, “Remove your underpants and lie down on your back on the couch!”

His defeat was complete. He had no capacity to resist the woman anymore. With little hesitation he slid his underpants down and simply stood between the two women knowing they had an unfettered view of his manhood. Then like an obedient child he laid down on the couch fully exposed. He next complied with her instruction to raise and spread his legs and to bring them back toward his head.

This was almost too much for Ms. Reese. What a picture the scene made. She thought it would be a great image, and an incredible story, for some femdom porn magazine.

The self-assured and supremely confident bank executive then, after donning a latex glove, gave him a digital rectal exam. After withdrawing her finger she triumphantly announced he seemed to be clear. When she said he could get dressed, he quickly threw on his clothes not caring that he was doing it in full view of the women.

Although his physical torture was over, he still had to endure the mental anguish of having to sit with the two women as they conducted their business discussions. Not only was he uncomfortable being in the presence of the woman who had completely destroyed his self esteem and took untold liberties with his person just a little while ago, every time she looked over toward him he imagined she was visualizing the humiliating things she had just done to him.

A final insult to his dignity occurred as the bank executive was walking them to the door. At Ms. Reese’s insistence he was made to thank the woman for taking the time to examine him and giving him the enema that fixed his stomach problem.

Things didn’t get any better for him on the ride home. They got into a heated argument when he, in an exasperated tone asked, “Why do you like humiliating me? That was the most embarrassing experience of my life. It was completely uncalled for. I have zero dignity right now.”

Ms. Reese was expecting such an outburst and was well prepared with a response. She also planned to use the inevitable argument that would result as her first salvo to end their relationship. The present was a perfect time to get rid of him particularly since her opportunities to fulfill her femdom tendencies had greatly broadened.

He was forced to endure one of her tirades about him taking advantage of their relationship and not being appreciative in the least for all she provides him. She went further this time adding she really didn’t need the headaches he caused her and she knew there were many, many other men that would happily take his place. She even told him perhaps he should move out and live on his own and see how he likes it.

It didn’t take him very long to digest the potential ramifications of her threats. He quickly started to backtrack, trying to reduce the tension between them. It wasn’t working. She was livid! He started to get extremely anxious.

In desperation he turned to her and nervously said, “I don’t want to argue like this. I know you enjoy those female domination activities. It's just sometimes they are so humiliating I can hardly stand it, particularly when there are other females involved. I promise I’ll try to be more cooperative from now on. And to show I mean it how about tomorrow I go purchase enema equipment and if you want we can play doctor. You can give me a thorough examination, including an enema. We can even do it outside if you like.”

When he looked over at her she still looked perturbed. He really started to really worry. After thinking for a moment of what to say, in desperation almost pleading with her trying to get back in her good graces, offered, “I know what we can do. We’ll make an appointment with that Dr. Bolton who you’re so fond of for her to give me a complete physical exam and I’ll request that you be invited into the exam room to observe. It would be just like when I went to see Dr. Garcia. I know you enjoyed the exam she gave me. How about it?”

She just looked at him. They didn’t speak another word on the way home. Later that week she kicked him out of the house.

With her partner of many years out of the picture, this allowed Ms. Reese to greatly deepened the rather unique, and very sexually stimulating relationship she was developing with Michael, her 22-year old personal assistant.

From the beginning Ms. Reese recognized it was critical to hire “appropriate” males to fill positions slotted for them in her company. She had given this consideration a great deal of thought and investigation. From the time she witnessed the group physical process and the subsequent experiences whether with her partner or at the doctor’s office she was obsessed with why an individual, or in the case of the group physicals many individuals, knowingly and willingly would put up with being subjugated to utterly humiliating and degrading situations and activities.

She concluded that figuring this out would be central to achieving her vision where females dominate males in the work environment. What she determined after much thought and discussion with professional friends is that it came down to circumstances. If opportunities were scarce, or the individual had some type of economic or other hardship, or if the person had a poor work record, it was amazing what one could or would put up with to stay employed. Paying these individuals well would be an added incentive.

Michael, who was one of the first male employees she personally hired turned out to be the perfect recruit. The relationship she developed with him was very convenient and most fulfilling for her, even if it was strange to say the least. Technically he was little more than a gofer, on call to do those menial tasks Ms. Reese and others needed to be done. In reality he was her in office plaything and outside the office took over from Ms. Reese’s former partner as the target of her femdom endeavors. The other female executives liked to tease her saying he spent more time in her private office without his pants on then doing actual productive work.

The relationship was not sexual. Over time Ms. Reese had discovered greater sexual satisfaction through masturbation, typically following a particularly erotic domination episode. The more humiliating it was for the male participant(s) the better.

She possessed almost complete control over the young man. He mentally was no match for the sly, older woman. She easily bent him to her desires. He would do anything to receive her praise.

He was the youngest male in the office. Although there were a number of females in the organization younger than him including female interns in executive training programs, he was subordinate to them. His situation in the office instilled in him a sense of inferiority and subordination to others, particularly the females in leadership roles. Ms. Reese and at times others used this to their benefit.

Ms. Reese fondly remembers that first encounter with him like it was yesterday. She had Dr. Bolton to thank for bringing him to her attention. The doctor, with a wink, suggested to her that he would be a good fit with the type of organization she was creating. Although she was puzzled by this comment, she knew to trust and heed Dr. Bolton’s advice.

He was very nervous and did not interview well. Ms. Reese was almost amused as they talked because she could tick off all the boxes of what characteristics a suitable male should possess to join the organization. He not only admitted to past difficulties at work and that he really needed the job, he lamented the fact he was always short of money. He was the perfect candidate!

Ms. Reese smiling thought to herself there’s no better time than the present to start his indoctrination. And she knew just what to do. She had played out a scenario such as this in her head many times.

She explained to him that the most important quality in the successful candidate for this position is for that individual to have the ability to unquestionably follow directions that she, and to an extent others, issued. She lectured him on the culture she deliberately created in the organization.

She told him all of the leadership team was female, and followed up by asking if that would be a problem for him having females telling him what to do. He responded with a definite no. Ms. Reese dug a little deeper by saying some of the females he might be taking orders from could be younger than he was. He again responded that would not be a problem.

Ms. Reese as if to give him encouragement in his compliant ways announced cheerfully, “Excellent Michael, perfect answers to my tough questions.”

She then went back emphasizing that it was essential the individual in this position be able to take direction without complaint or questioning. He quickly responded, “I have no problem doing that. Please just give me a chance. You'll see.”

The trap set, Ms. Reese sprung it, “OK Michael, let’s say we were in my office and I told you to do something you thought very unusual.”

“I-I would have to do it if it was an order,” he responded in a somewhat indecisive manner, then went on to ask, “But, like what?

Ms. Reese acting as if she was searching for an example responded, “Hmm, like what, let’s see, oh I know. Suppose, Michael, I told you to stand up and pull down your pants.”

“Uh, t-that would be embarrassing to do in front of you,” he sheepishly replied.

“Is that because I am your boss, or because I’m a woman?,” she asked the flustered young man.

“Both I guess,” he timidly responded.

Ms. Reese went on, “So Michael, there would be instances where you would hesitate to follow my instructions”

Flustered and clearly confused he shot back worried that she would not look favorably on what he had said, “Wait, wait, I didn’t say that or I didn’t mean it. I was just surprised by what you said. I’m sorry!”

“So then you would do what I told you to,” she said triumphantly.

“I-I guess, yes, yes,” he responded in a confused manner

“ Very good Michael. I like your attitude,” she replied.

He in a more relaxed voice said, “Thank you Ms. Reese.

She then said, “Michael stand up for me please.” He slowly did as she instructed. When he was standing in a more direct tone she said, “Michael pull your pants down.”

In a panicky voice he shot back, “Here, right now!”

“Yes Michael, remember what you just told me about obeying orders,” she retorted in a slightly frustrated, condescending tone.”

“Do I have to?,” he nervously responded. Ms. Reese in turn said, “. Don’t you want to show you can follow directions?

“But.., yes I do, oh… ok, I guess I can pull them down.” he sheepishly mumbled.

Turning hot with embarrassment the young man fidgeted for a few seconds that slowly, methodologically, undid his pants and slowly lowered them to mid thigh.

In a patronizing tone Ms. Reese said, “Michael you are doing very well. You’re the type of individual that this company could use. But I need you to do one more thing for me.”

“Yes Ms. Reese, What is it,” he responded fearfully.

“Pull down your underpants, she said emphatically.

“My underpants, in front of you. I’ll be naked down there. What if someone walked in. I’d be sooo embarrassed,” he responded in a shaking voice.

Matter of factly she retorted, “Michael no one is going to walk in.”

The young man was way out of his element. He had been outplayed and pushed into a psychological corner by the clever older woman. Almost involuntarily the shamefaced man ever so slowly lowered his underpants like he was doing a striptease.

There he stood motionless fully exposed to her. His eyes lowered to avoid eye contact because he was too embarrassed to look at her. It probably was a good thing because when his cock came into view Ms. Reese was mesmerized. His cock was perfect. It was the most beautiful male member she had ever seen- and in the last few years she had seen many! The shaft was smooth and well proportioned. The glans was large and perfectly formed looking like a large mushroom. His balls were large and nicely shaped. His pubic hair accented his genitals greatly. She couldn’t help licking her lips, and becoming more than a little turned on.

She knew at that moment that this 22-year old was going to be a significant addition to her femdom lifestyle. Trying her best to control her emotions and cravings, she brought the discussion back to the interview.

With him standing fully exposed in front of her, Ms. Reese went on to tell him about the specifics of the position, and that she believed he would be a good fit with the other employees. She even mentioned pay. And potential perks.

By this point he was becoming less apprehensive about the situation he was in and even started engaging in dialogue with her. Ms. Reese kept offering positive information not only to excite him about working for her but more importantly it provided her more time to examine his gorgeous manhood, which truly fascinated her.

“You can sit back down Michael,” she finally told him. As he started to pull up his pants Ms. Reese said calmly, “Keep them down Michael.” He obeyed and sat with his lower garments bunched at this point down around his ankles.

Ms. Reese typed something on her phone and soon there was a knock on the door. Ms. Reese told the person to come in. In walked Adeline, a 25 year old who worked in human resources. Ms. Reese was particularly fond of her and was grooming her for a bigger role in the company. She came to Ms. Reese’s attention at a team building exercise.

Her aunt was Dr. Bolton, the Dr. Bolton from earlier chapters of this storyline, who was more than a little responsible for awakening Ms. Reese’s femdom tendencies and putting them into practice.

At one of the break out sessions during the team building exercise Adeline was teamed with Ms. Reese. Adeline was put in the position of having to argue why female leadership in an organization has advantages. Some of her discussion points bordered on suggesting having females in leadership roles provided them the opportunity through the control they had to inflict legitimate retribution on males below them for past mistreatment of women. This naturally piqued Ms. Reese’s curiosity given how it mirrored her own philosophy, so she wanted to hear more.

During a break Ms. Reese asked Adeline about it. Adeline told her about an incident a few years back that changed her life. She was 21. It was between her junior and senior years. Her and a girlfriend decided to take an international vacation.

Adeline explained, “I needed a couple of inoculations for the trip. I called my aunt, Dr. Bolton, who…” Ms. Reese interrupted. “Dr. Bolton, Rebecca Bolton?” Adeline responded, “Yes, she’s my aunt.” Ms. Reese started laughing, “What a small world. Rebecca is one of my all time favorite people. She was an inspiration for me to create this company. That is just such a coincidence.”

Adeline continued, “Wow, that is weird. I can’t wait to tell her about working for you and meeting you. So, to continue my story. My aunt says they can take care of giving me the inoculations. She has someone from her office call me to schedule an appointment.

So, I get to my aunt’s office and there is some construction going on. A nurse brings me back to this area where there are temporary exam rooms created with partitions of very thick cloth. She leads me into one and tells me to wait. Well, even though the partitions are very thick I can hear talking on the other side of the partition.

It is my aunt with a patient. It was a male, and based on his voice I would say he was middle-aged. I wasn’t paying much attention as I fiddled with my phone. Then I hear my aunt tell him to remove his pants and underpants and stand in front of her. When he responded, “Yes, doctor,” for some reason it struck me as wow, my aunt made that man take his clothes off. He obeyed her without questioning. That’s cool I thought to myself. My interest piqued. I then listened to the goings on in there more intently.

I take it she was examining his, ah, ah, his manhood. She asked him a question from time to time and I thought it comical how meekly he answered. Then, based only on what I heard, I suspect the poor guy became aroused while my aunt was examining him down there. I had to stifle a laugh when she proudly announced, “Well, well, someone is certainly enjoying his exam today. The man apologized profusely. He kept saying I’m sorry doctor. I’ll try and control myself.

After some additional conversation I hear her tell him to turn around and bend over the exam table she is going to give him a rectal exam. Again he says, yes doctor. She then instructs him to reach back and spread his cheeks for her so she can check his anal opening. When he said doctor did I spread myself wide enough for you I actually became a little turned on thinking of how in command she was and how submissive he was to her. I found the whole situation quite erotic.

Next she tells him she is going to insert her finger to check his rectum and prostate. I kid you not after a brief period he can be heard making noises like ooh, ooh, mmm. She tells him to try and control himself and stop gyrating on her finger.

After a few more excited seconds he moans, “Ooh doctor.” When she is finished he again apologizes to her saying he was sorry for acting like an adolescent. She agrees saying his behavior was more than a little sophomoric and made it very difficult for her to examine him.

I assume at this point they are standing next to each other because he next says, “Doctor can I get dressed? It is embarrassing standing here in front of my female doctor in such an aroused state.”

Laughing she says, “I bet it is and I must say I found it quite amusing the way you were bobbing back and forth down there every time you moved. But no you can’t put on your clothes yet. Since you enjoyed the rectal exam portion of my exam so much today I have a special treat for you. I’m going to have a nurse come in and take your temperature, rectally.”

He responded, You're not going to do that to me are you doctor are you? Well, I guess I have that coming to me.” Confidently the doctor replied, “Yes you do. Enjoy it!,” and she left.

That experience changed me a lot. It was like an awakening. Ms. Reese to this day I don’t know if my aunt set up that scenario deliberately or not. I know she asked what I planned on doing after undergraduate school and suggested I consider medical school. I just don’t know.

As Adeline entered the office Ms. Reese called out, “Hi Adeline, this is Michael. I am interviewing him for my personal secretary position,” Adeline who was now standing just inside the door which put her at an angle from where Michael was seated could tell he had no pants on. The top and a portion of the crack of his backside and his hips and thighs were visible. Adeline had come to expect the unexpected from Ms. Reese so she just acted normal as if there was nothing unusual.

Adeline said, “High Michael, nice to meet you.” Michael’s anxiety was on the rise again, he simply said, “Hi.”

Ms. Reese asked Adeline if she brought the new hire paperwork. When she answered in the affirmative Ms. Reese asked Adeline if she would go through the materials with Michael. Adeline came and sat next to Michael and proceeded to take papers out of a folder. Ms. Reese noted the young woman took the opportunity while she was taking her seat to sneak a peek at his manhood. She smiled to herself when Adeline moved the chair before sitting in it to provide her a better view of him as she went through the materials.

Ms. Reese sat and savored the moment. Here were two professional women in sharp looking business suits discussing a position in the company with a prospective male candidate who sat between them without any lower garments on. This went on for more than an hour. The entire time he sat there quite anxious with shame on his face. Both women enjoyed not only his discomfort but the glimpses of his penis and ass crack.

Michael would become a central figure in many of the femdom oriented activities that transpired at the company. He would also take the place of her partner in Ms. Reese’s femdom extra curricular lifestyle.

His role as Ms. Reese’s personal secretary entailed some interesting responsibilities. When he had been there only a few weeks Ms. Reese was making a pitch to a potential client that would be very lucrative for the firm and a great personal success. The meeting was not going well. Frustratingly, the client, a 40-something flaming feminist named Ms. Hansen who had a striking resemblance to a middle aged Cloris Leachman, seemed disappointed in what Ms. Reese was telling her and what she had observed walking around the offices.

At one point the woman stated, “I heard so many outstanding things about your efforts to assist women in their careers and personal lives. But what you have seemed to accomplish, as splendid as it is, does not appear to be enough. I see many males working here. The firm I run is 100% female.”

Ms. Reese shot back. “True, but employing women is only half of the challenge in my way of thinking. What about the retribution element? Don’t you think it almost as important to create a work environment where males experience the injustices that women had to endure for years. Where they are the underlings having to submit to strong, aggressive female bosses.

Ms. Hansen with a new sense of interest asked, “Are you saying in essence giving males a dose of the medicine they dished out to women for years should be part of any female centric organization?

“Exactly,” Ms. Reese triumphantly shot back.

“How do you do that? What does it look like day to day?,” Ms. Hansen asked looking perplexed.

Confidently Ms. Reese responded, “Perhaps an example will give you an idea.”

With that Ms, Reese picked up her phone and sent a text. In just a few minutes while the women were in conversation there was a knock on the door. “Come in Michael,” Ms. Reese said in a raised voice. As the young man entered Ms. Reese said, “Michael, this is Ms. Hansen.” Michael and Ms. Hansen said hi to each other. Ms. Reese then said, “Michael come in and shut the door.” She motioned him to approach where the two women were sitting.

Ms. Reese asked him to explain his role in the office. When he was finished telling them Ms. Reese asked him, “Michael how do you feel that all your superiors are female, and some are the same age or younger than yourself?”

Looking at the floor he responded looking uncomfortable, “I don’t think about it a lot. It’s just the way it is. It is intimidating sometimes. They’re so smart and so in control. They often make me feel inferior.”

Then turning toward Ms. Reese in an unsure voice asked, “Was what I said o.k.?” That was very honest Michael,” she responded and continued, ''I asked you to come to my office to show Ms. Hansen the results of our maintenance session yesterday.”

Nervously he responded, “Right here Ms. Reese? Do I have to, that will be so embarrassing? I really don’t want to.”

Ms. Reese responded calmly, “I know it is something you don’t want to do, but I’m afraid you’ll have to.”

“I guess that is an order,” he shyly responded. “Yes it is Michael,” Ms. Reese retorted.

Blushing and avoiding making eye contact with the two women he slowly turned his back to them and methodically undid and lowered his pants to his knees followed by his tighty-whitey underpants.

Ms. Reese was elated when the initial look of disbelief on Ms. Hansen’s face turned into a broad, satisfied smile. She also thought it amusing how the woman’s stare became fixated on his exposed and very red backside.

Ms. Reese next ordered the embarrassed young man to explain why he had a red backside. Looking at the floor, sheepishly he said, “When I first came to work I had trouble concentrating and forgot to do things I was told to do. I made a lot of mistakes. Ms. Reese took the time to help me improve my work habits. One of the things she started doing to serve as a reminder for me was to give me spankings from time to time.”

His shame only intensified as he was made to stand in his exposed position as the two women continued their conversation. Ms. Hansen was thoroughly enjoying this. She wanted more detail so asked, “Michael tell me how Ms. Reese administers these, these, so-called maintenance spankings.”

“Y-y-you mean how does Ms. Reese do it,” he asked very tentatively. “Yes Michael, that is exactly what I mean,” an excited Ms. Hansen responded.

Stammering and clearly uncomfortable he sheepishly replied, “Well, s-s- she does it in her office. When I come in and she says it's time for a maintenance spanking I have to lower my pants and underpants and then I lay across her lap. She spanks me on the bare bottom with her hand.”

Ms. Hansen, eating up what she was hearing continued,“ Michael how do you feel when Ms. Reese spanks you.”

His embarrassment intensifying not only because he was standing with his bare bottom exposed to the two women but also having to talk about unpleasant things he answered, “I know the spankings are for my own good and I know that they are helping me, and I know I deserve to be spanked for the mistakes I’ve made, but it is very humiliating having to get undressed in front of Ms. Reese in her office and to be put over her lap and feel her hands smacking my rear end.”

Ms. Reese confident she successfully made her point said, “OK Michael that’s all I need. You can pull up your pants and get back to work,” He hastily dressed and blushing deeply retreated from the office.

Ms. Reese turning back to the other woman to continue the conversation said, “So you see, I have incorporated this element into the company’s day to day operation that I strongly believe is just as important as who is hired to work here.”

As a follow up to this occurrence, Ms. Hansen agreed to bring her business to Ms. Reese’s company, resulting in a very lucrative contract. Michael was rewarded with a $1000 bonus. Ms. Reese correctly calculated that giving the young man money for participating in her “official” femdom activities would soften him up for future episodes.

All of the executive officers and all managerial positions were filled by females. These women were very carefully selected. They had to be strong, assertive (perhaps a little cocky,), possess superior skills and talents and most importantly be willing to use unorthodox techniques to accomplish company goals, both business and other. By contrast, and by design, many of the support roles and even secretarial positions were filled by males.

Ms. Reese was pleasantly surprised she was easily able to find qualified women to fill the leadership roles that shared her view about the traditional unfair treatment women had experienced in the work environment and the need to do their part to help women succeed, to change the dynamics of the workplace, and even to give males a taste of their own medicine. And if that meant treating male underlings poorly that was o.k. This was appropriate given the greater intent of seeing women succeed in the business world and attaining equality. Women in the organization had to be willing, even enthusiastic, about using their power and authority to do their part to achieve these very important goals to Ms. Reese.

As she sat at her desk daydreaming about her very satisfied station in life, Ms. Reese’s thoughts were interrupted when Tom, her 47-year old administrative assistant, passed outside her office. When he turned to head out into the corridor she leaned to the side to get a better view of his firm backside tightly packaged in his trousers.

She smiled and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction because seeing him reminded her fondly of the first time she introduced him to the unique and rather humiliating disciplinary techniques her male employees had to endure. The experience had an added sense of irony for he was one of the only job applicants who actually read through the employee contract. She remembered vividly his comment when reading the section on disciplinary actions,

“So does this mean you’re going to spank me if I screw up.” She just smiled, looked him in the eye and smugly responded, “Don’t screw up!”

Well after being hired it didn’t take him long to attract her ire. She tasked him to put together a PowerPoint presentation for her use with a prospective client. When she reviewed his work and found issues with it in a rage she ordered him to come to her office. After verbally scolding him in front of other employees she marched him into her private office and slammed the door. She continued yelling at him demanding to know why he hadn’t followed her directions to the letter.

Stammering he made a feeble effort to defend himself, but she was having none of it. In a stern, nonsense tone she lectured him saying,

“This type of mistake is unacceptable! If I hadn't caught your sloppiness it could have negated all the hard work I had done to court this potential client.”

She continued to level criticism on the poor man thoroughly enjoying the torture she was putting him through and the fright on his face. Continuing her tirade she got right in his face saying,

“I should terminate you. You've only been in my employ for a short period and already you’ve made a major mistake. You’re a big disappointment.”

Almost cutting her off he pleaded, “I need this job. Please don’t fire me. Please. It won’t happen again.”

This time she cut him off interjecting, “So, you need the job. It certainly didn’t make you conscientious in your work habits. This better never happen again. Ever! Understand!”

Yes, yes. I’m sorry Ms. Reese, I promise it will not happen again. I’ll go make the corrections you want,” he meekly responded in an obedient tone as he collected the presentation papers as he sought to leave.

“Woo, one minute, we’re not done here Mr.,” she barked. “I’m going to make sure you remember this incident and at the same time teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

“What do you mean,” he asked nervously.

“What I mean sir is I’m going to administer a strong dose of corporal punishment the old fashioned way by giving you a bare bottom spanking across my knees,” she responded in a very determined manner.

You’re going to do what? Surely you’re kidding, he answered fearfully.

“I’ve never been more serious,” she snapped back.

“You can’t do that. I’m a grown man. It's degrading and utterly humiliating,” he shot back with a sudden air of confidence.

“I bet it is,” she acknowledged and to purposely intensify his trepidation added, ”If you had followed my directions you wouldn’t be in the embarrassing situation of having to bare your bottom in front of your female boss and then suffering the indignity of being placed across her knees and spanked.” Enough talk! You either bare your bottom and get across my knees or face termination. Your choice.

“I can’t believe this is happening, it is so humiliating,” the defeated man muttered.

He stood paralyzed. He knew he was trapped. As he turned hot with intense shame and mumbled I can’t believe this is happening he fumbled undoing his pants and hesitantly lowered them just below his groin. He hesitated but was brought quickly back to reality when Ms. Reese barked, “Underpants too!

“What, that is so humiliating,“ he responded dejectedly. She retorted forcefully, “DOWN! After hesitating and fidgeting a moment longer his underpants gathered around his thighs next to his pants.

Without any hesitation Ms. Reese reached out and in one swift movement tugged his lower garments down to his ankles saying in a triumphant voice, “Now that’s more like it!”

There he stood fully exposed to his female boss who made little effort to conceal the fact she was closely scrutinizing his anatomy. She offered him no opportunity for modesty. Overwhelming shame was written all over his face. Ms. Reese noted the size of his penis but what caught her attention was the way his ball sacks hung. They sagged much more than those of the many men she had observed over the past few years.

She then ordered him across her knees. When he didn’t immediately comply she barked, “Get across my knees now! He was so shocked at her forcefulness he almost involuntarily lowered himself into position.

Ms. Reese again took the opportunity this time to visually examine every inch of his backside before administering a long and painful spanking during which she continued to admonish him for his mistakes.

A few women had gathered outside Ms. Reese’s office to listen to the goings on. When the employee was told to bare his backsides they let out a collective giggle. The smacks on his behind were also easily heard, as were his pleas for her to stop. At one point he cried out, “Ouch, that stings, you’re hurting me. Please stop!”

When both ass cheeks were the same red shade as his face she made him get up and stand in front of her with his lower garments still in a heap around his ankles and endure more lecturing from her about the importance of following directions.

His self-esteem shattered, he pledged to do better and as a final indignity was made to apologize to her for the problems his errors could have caused. Only then was he allowed to pull up his pants, which he did in haste. She watched with a thin smile on her face and a strong sense of satisfaction when after discharging him he retreated from her office rubbing his backside.

He found out later in the day his humiliation was not yet complete. He received a call to meet Ms. Reese at the infirmary. He had no clue what this was about but given his morning ordeal with Ms. Reese he knew he better get there. By coincidence while enroute he ran into Ms. Reese who was headed there too. He inquired what this was all about. Ms. Reese stopped and said, “I guess you didn’t read the entire section on discipline. All employees who receive corporal punishment will be checked by a company doctor to validate and document that no injury had occurred. This assessment will be kept in the central files.”

He stopped in mid stride and turning to her said in a conciliatory tone, “That isn’t necessary Ms. Reese. I’ll sign a statement that the punishment was deserved because of my screw up. You don’t need to take your valuable time for this. I don’t need a doctor to check me.”

Aloofly she responded, “Doesn’t work that way. The company needs to protect itself legally and administratively. A week from now someone in your situation could sue claiming all kinds of injuries or other injustices.”

As they again started walking and the reality of the situation sank in, a sudden new worry came over him and he became even more unnerved. He thought to himself, what if it is the same female doctor who gave me my pre-employment physical just a few months ago. That was terribly humiliating. He couldn’t bear to think about that traumatic experience from her making him get and remain naked for the duration of the hour long exam to how she put him in that awful examination chair contraption that raised and bent his legs so at full extension they were almost above his head and back almost to his shoulders. It was not only an uncomfortable position, his genitals and rear hole were spread wide and completely exposed to her. If that wasn’t bad enough later the doctor made me get on all fours on the exam table and with assistance of another woman inserted a scope deep into my rectum.

When they arrived at the infirmary there was a placard on the door advising them to push the buzzer. When they did the door soon beeped and they were able to enter. They were only a few steps in when the door to the closest exam room opened and a young woman came to the door. She was tall in her early 30’s and reminded Ms. Reese of the actress Jane Seymour. Even though he didn’t yet know who this person was, he was relieved simply because it was not the doctor he feared.

The woman called to Ms. Reese saying, “Hi Margaret. I’m sorry I’m a little behind schedule.” When Ms. Reese responded, “No problem, we can wait.” the woman in a no-nonsense tone said, “No, no, I’m not going to make you wait. Come on!

With that the woman turned to face inside the exam room and addressed the person inside saying in a booming voice, “I have something I need to take care of, it will only take a few minutes. Put your underpants back on and have a seat on the exam table. I’ll be back as quickly as I can to finish your exam.

With that the woman who he soon learned was Dr. Sweeney escorted them back to a private office on the other side of where the small waiting area and exam rooms were located. As they made their way Dr. Sweeney again apologized telling them her assistant had to take a couple of hours off so she was all by herself. They entered the office and the doctor motioned for them to sit in front of the desk that she went to and sat behind.

As Dr. Sweeney continued to speak his anxiety intensified as he became more concerned with what this assessment actually entailed. Speaking more to Ms. Reese, the doctor confirmed as she retrieved a form from the desk, “This is a post corporal punishment assessment, correct?” “Yes,” Ms. Reese responded. A few preliminary questions, first for you Margaret.

Dr. Sweeney then first speaking to herself out loud said, OK, check the box “corporal punishment assessment”, checked, then speaking to Ms. Reese, “Margaret, I understand this was a disciplinary spanking, correct?” Yes, Ms. Reese replied. The doctor went on, “When was the punishment administered and where?” Ms. Reese responded, “This morning around 10 am in my office.”

“Very good, that is all the preliminary information I need from you,” the doctor stated as she turned her attention to the bewildered man who felt like a school kid who was in trouble. Dr. Sweeney in a sterner tone said, “ I need to ask you a few questions. Were you given an alternative to receiving corporal punishment?” He didn’t know exactly what she was asking so he hemmed and hawed. Finally he asked, “Do you mean another form of punishment?”

Showing some frustration, the doctor shot back, “It's not a difficult question. Were you or were you not offered an alternative to corporal punishment?”

“Well, I-I don’t know. I guess, I could have been terminated instead,” he replied puzzled.

The doctor sarcastically shot back, “There you go. Although a yes or no answer would have done. The answer is yes.” The doctor went on, “As a follow up, I assume then you freely consented to the action.” He just nodded. She barked back, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Then she asked him a series of increasingly embarrassing questions:

“You were spanked?” Again he nodded tentatively.

She continued, “In what position were you spanked,” Almost incoherently he responded, “Over the knee.”

Continuing her questioning, “Pants up or down?

Becoming increasingly uneasy and shamed by the doctor’s questions he blurted out in frustration, “Why do you need to ask these questions?”

Taking a deep breath Dr. Sweeney calmly but with a hint of condescension responded, “I’m asking these questions so the record is accurate and so that the company is protected from a potential lawsuit filed by an individual claiming injury or some other harm. Now can we get back to the questions. Pants up or down?”

Rebuked and demoralized, the man cast his eyes downward knowing he was going to have to endure anything this woman dished out and responded, “Down.”

She continued, “Underpants up or down.” Completely shamefaced he answered in a cracking voice, “Down.

“Were any implements used to carry out the spanking,” she asked almost in an amused tone. “No,” was all he responded.

Then in a booming voice the doctor summarized, “So, to carry out the corporal punishment Ms. Margaret Reese administered in her office at approximately 10 am on this day an over the knees bare bottom spanking with her hand to said employee. That’s all I need at this point. Margaret, please sign where it says individual administering the punishment. Great and you sign here, where it says individual receiving the punishment.”

Then with some levity in her voice Dr. Sweeney said, “OK, great, we can move on to the fun part, the assessment.” Turning to look at him she announced, “What I’ll need you to do is go behind the screen in the corner over there and remove all your clothing except for your socks.” And (as she reached behind her to grab something from the side table that she handed to him) put this on. When you’re ready, come back here.”

He sat stunned, almost paralyzed. Then utterly perplexed he almost pleading said,” It isn’t necessary for you to make an assessment. I’ll sign anything you write up saying there was no injury.”

Even before the doctor could respond Ms. Reese snapped, “I told you earlier for very good reasons it doesn’t work that way.”

Defeated on that front he next with new found confidence said, “Why is my boss going to be present.” That’s embarrassing.”

Dr. Sweeney smiled and simply said, “Company policy is clear. The individual administering the punishment will be present at the assessment to answer any questions the doctor may have and to offer valuable information to assist the doctor in the assessment.”

With the last bit of fight in him he complained, “Why do I have to take off all my clothes?”

Dr. Sweeney had had enough of his recalcitrance. She blew up and gave him a brutal tongue lashing. Ms. Reese just sat back and enjoyed seeing the very capable woman denigrate the man many years her senior.

The doctor went off on him saying, “You have been difficult since the start here. It seems getting a good spanking from your boss did not change your behavior. Didn’t you learn anything from being placed over your female boss’s lap and given a spanking on your bare bottom. I would have thought such a demeaning experience would have made an impact on you. Boy o boy!”

She concluded her tirade by declaring, “To set you straight! YES, you have to take all your clothes off, and yes your boss, Ms. Reese, will be present and observe the exam I am going to give you. Now hop to it, we don’t have all day.”

He wanted to disappear. If he didn’t badly need the job he would have run from the situation. But he couldn’t, and he knew the doctor and his boss had all the cards. Mumbling he made his way to the screen as directed.

Once behind the screen he tried to collect his thoughts but the doctor’s instructions kept overshadowing everything else. As he sulked about the situation he slowly undressed. When he donned the item the doctor handed him he couldn’t believe it. It was like a short, too small t-shirt. It barely came down to his belly button.

Bemoaning the fact and frustrated he called out, “There’s no bottoms to what you gave me to put on.” Dr. Sweeney in a curt and almost scornful manner yelled back, “There is no bottom. Would you please hurry up in there, we're waiting.”

He wanted to disappear. After hesitating for a little longer, with no out, he cursed to himself and sheepishly emerged from behind the protection of the screen clasping his hands tightly over his genitals, trying to shield them from the women’s view, and made his way back to the desk. Both women snickered to themselves when seeing the silly shirt he was given to wear. It left little to the imagination. He was naked from his belly button down to his socks. They delighted in his agony of being on display.

Dr. Sweeney got right to work. As she donned latex gloves she had him come and stand in front of her. When he turned around as directed and his backside came into view the doctor could not hold back commenting, “Wow, you gave him some thrashing. Look how red those cheeks are.”

As the doctor examined the man’s red backside she said to Ms. Reese, “ I don’t see any open wounds. And notice how most of the redness is on the top and outside of his ass cheeks. This is the proper way to spank someone on the bottom because it means the blows were concentrated on the fleshy parts. If the redness was more in the middle along his crack internal injury would be more possible.

If it wasn’t bad enough that he had to endure having an intimate part of his anatomy on full display to the two women, they were discussing spanking technique and the impact on the body as if he was a lab specimen. His self esteem was shattered. It had certainly been a most humiliating day for him and his anguish was not yet over. Things only got worse, and quickly.

Dr. Sweeney barked, “Bend forward and place your hands on your knees.” Combatively he countered, “What, I’m not doing that. That’s uncalled for. Its humiliating!”

Dr. Sweeney with more than a little humor in her voice shot back, “Humiliating! That’s an interesting choice of words from someone who was just given a bare bottom spanking over his female boss’s knees, now that’s humiliating! I need to check your anal opening to make sure there is no injury and then I’m going to give you a quick internal exam.”

“This is ridiculous, I can’t believe you’re doing these things,“ he responded with the last bit of fight remaining in him. The doctor sarcastically responded, “I’m not sure you learned your lesson today. Do you need a reminder of what happens when you don’t follow directions? Now bend forward like I told you to!!”

Ms. Reese was thoroughly enjoying this exchange and the adeptness of the young, female doctor in dominating the older male and getting him to obey her every instruction as distasteful and embarrassing as it may be.

Defeated, he grudgingly did as she said. Dr. Sweeney wasted no time, announcing, “You’re going to feel me spread your cheeks so I can get a good visual look at your back hole.” She then said to no one in particular, “The sphincter shows no sign of redness or injury, and it is a healthy pink color.”

Next you're going to feel my finger enter you.” When she did he grunted. Just as the doctor was extracting her finger from his back hole there was noise outside the office followed by a young woman entering. When she saw what was going on she excitedly said, “Oops, sorry about that, I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

The patient let out a screech like a child and jerked to the side to try and shield himself from the young woman’s view. As the woman turned to leave Dr. Sweeney called to her, “No worries Natalie. In fact I need to have a word with you. By the way this is Ms. Reese, Ms. Reese, this is Natalie. Natalie glowing responded, It is so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so many good things about you Ms. Reese. Thanks for the opportunities you provided me. And I know other young women feel the same.”

Ms. Reese simply said, “You’re welcome, but no thanks are necessary.”

The man cowering in the awkward position doing whatever he could to cover himself from the young woman’s view could not believe the doctor carried on with small talk given his immodest state.

The doctor continued, “Natalie, I did not take the vitals of the patient in exam room 1. I was hoping you got back before I finished examining him so you could take care of it for me.”

“Sure thing doctor,” Natalie confidently responded.

“Great, thank you. When you’re finished tell him to put on his clothes and wait for me,” Dr. Sweeney said in a relieved voice.

As Natalie again turned to leave she turned around and asked, “Dr. Sweeney, do I understand “correctly, you didn’t take any of his vitals.”

The doctor laughed and said, “Yes, when Ms. Reese arrived with this patient here I was just in the process of lubing a thermometer in preparation to take his rectal temperature. He was already in position on the table. I’m laughing because I think I left the well lubricated thermometer on the exam table. My bad!”

As Natalie departed Dr. Sweeney speaking to the patient in a patronizing, condescending manner said, “Just so you know, there was really no reason for you to act like a school child when Natalie came in, she’s a second year med student and believe me you don’t have anything she hasn’t seen already. She has conducted countless complete physical exams on male patients. And you may be seeing more of her again, and her of you, if you get my drift, during your required annual physical.”

Dr. Sweeney, gathering the form in front of her, announced, “That completes the assessment. You can come take your seat.”

As she was filling out the form she continued, “There are just a few more administrative items that need to be filled out and we’ll be finished Margaret. This is the verification portion. Let’s see, I check these boxes here and here. OK. Now Margaret you need to sign here where it says- individual administering the punishment observed the doctor’s assessment and acknowledges the findings.” Ms. Reese signed.

Continuing, the doctor turned to the shamefaced man whose torment seemed to be never ending as he sat bottomless, and even after all he had been put through was doing his utmost to hide himself from the women’s view, saying, ”And for you I need you to sign below this statement that I will read to you.”

“Individual receiving the punishment acknowledges he received a physical assessment within 24 hours of the punishment. The doctor, Barbara Sweeney, made a visual check of the subject’s backside finding no open wounds or injury other than severe redness as a result of the spanking. Said doctor performed a visual check of the individual’s anal opening and gave him an internal exam. Neith indicated any injury as a result of the punishment.”

“If you agree sign here,” she said with confidence. He would have done anything to bring this nightmare to an end. He quickly scribbled his signature.

With that Doctor Sweeney announced, “We’re all done. Thank you Ms. Reese for being so cooperative.” Turning to him with more than a little sarcasm, “I hope you learned your lesson. Other than having a very sore bottom for a few days and suffering a loss of pride, you should heal completely. You can go put your clothes back on.”

As he got up and rushed to the screened area to retrieve his clothing he had to endure one last indignity. Both women took the opportunity to observe one last time with great satisfaction his very red behind.

Ms. Reese was not the only female at the company doing her part to exert female domination over male underlings, and it was clear from the day-to-day goings on she was not the only woman in the organization with strong femdom tendencies. The next chapter will explore who these women are and what they have been up to during work hours and after as well as follow Ms. Reese as her control and domination over Michael intensifies.