Punishing Workplace Perving

Section I: The origins of the alternative disciplinary procedure

It was now three years since the British parliament had passed an Act giving businesses new freedoms to create their own processes for dealing with sexual harassment. The change in the law coincided with the arrival at BigCorp's London head office of a new Chief Executive, the fifty-year-old Dutch-born businesswoman Antonia de Havilland. She was enthusiastic about the possibilities this offered to deal with the sexual harassment problem at BigCorp, which had already caused several major scandals and damaged the company's reputation.

The new CEO was determined to put that right and not only for the obvious business reasons. She also passionately believed in creating a harassment-free environment. Accordingly, Antonia headhunted Cassie Nicholson to join the company as its Director of Human Resources. Despite being only in her late-thirties, Cassie had an outstanding record of tackling harassment and discrimination in corporate cultures and, as a result, was much in demand.

The two women had a series of lunch meetings during which they discussed their shared vision and the opportunity the new law had finally provided to make that vision a reality. In particular, they shared a determination to clamp down on lecherous, groping men who, as they both knew from bitter experience, were all too common in the workplace. Their growing rapport saw the lunches followed by a weekend at Antonia's country cottage, during which they talked late into the night, not just about work but about their lives and their deepest experiences. The eventual outcome was that Cassie accepted the post, confident that Antonia would give unwavering support to the approach they had jointly mapped out.

Within weeks of her arrival, Cassie had introduced an 'alternative disciplinary procedure' at BigCorp. As the new law allowed, this meant that in cases where sexual harassment had been proven by the Human Resources department they could be dealt with by an internal process involving certain specified punishments, which, if agreed to by the offender, would avoid job loss and public naming. All those involved in the procedure were required to sign Non-Disclosure Agreements.

Section II: The case of Martin Stephens

Since its introduction, the alternative disciplinary procedure had dealt with numerous cases, and the incidence of sexual harassment at BigCorp had started to decline considerably. However, it still occurred and Cassie was not so naïve as to think that the problem would ever be completely eliminated, at least in her lifetime. There were far too many perverted lecherous men, and patriarchy was far too deeply ingrained, for that to be realistic.

The most recent case arose from the allegations made against Martin Stephens, a Deputy Head of Department who had been with the company for over twenty years and was now in his early fifties. He had been accused by Charlotte, an administrative assistant in his department, of repeatedly looking at her inappropriately. Specifically, she had accused him of looking down her blouse and up her skirt on numerous occasions.

As several other people had witnessed his conduct, Martin had little choice but to admit that he was guilty of the allegations. Having no wish to lose his job, he requested that he be dealt with under the alternative disciplinary procedure. Under that procedure, credit was given to offenders if they provided a full and frank statement not just of what they had done, but of their feelings and motivations. On the other hand, if it later came to light that the offender had concealed any details, the result was instant dismissal. So there was really only one chance to make a full confession and Martin took it.

In his statement, Martin had recorded that he found Charlotte, a tall, slim, blonde woman in her mid-twenties, extremely attractive. This was not an offence under the code of conduct, but what it had led him to do was a serious contravention. He admitted that he had spied on her bra-covered breasts whilst standing next to her desk, and had also often looked from across the room at her long, suntanned legs, right up to the gusset of her panties. He also confessed that, as he did so, he had felt sexually aroused, had an erection and, later, had masturbated thinking about her, sometimes on company premises. As required, he gave full details of every occasion he had offended, including the different types and colours of the underwear he had seen, and the fact that on one occasion Charlotte had not been wearing a bra, and he had ogled her bare breasts down her top without her consent.

Some weeks after admitting his guilt and providing the statement, Martin was called to a meeting with Cassie Nicholson. It was the first time he had met her one-to-one and most of what he knew about her had been gleaned from office gossip. Women talked about her as a heroine, but the middle-aged men with whom Martin was friendly described her as 'a feminist ball-buster' and, after a few drinks, in even more derogatory terms.

As a result, he expected Cassie to be a harridan and was surprised that he found her thin, slightly cruel-looking, face disconcertingly attractive. And her tight black skirt and crimson silk blouse, which clung beguilingly to her breasts, only added to the attraction. He was equally surprised that she greeted him with a friendly handshake and approached the meeting as if it were just a routine administrative matter. It made for a strange experience. The subject matter of the meeting was the deeply embarrassing fact that Martin had been ogling a woman young enough to be his daughter, and he assumed, correctly, that Cassie despised him for that. Yet she talked with complete professional neutrality.

Cassie told him that she had reviewed the paperwork associated with his case, which was in a file on the desk in front of her, and informed him that the disciplinary committee had -- unsurprisingly, as he had confessed his offences -- decided that Martin had behaved inappropriately, lecherously, and voyeuristically. She also noted that he had requested to be punished under the alternative disciplinary procedure.

She then explained that this would take the form of physical chastisement in a female-led, collegiate, therapeutic and nurturing context. That is, Martin would discuss his offences with a panel of his female colleagues, who would punish him with spankings and other humiliations, the nature of which would be determined and witnessed by Charlotte, as recompense for what she had suffered as a result of his inappropriate behaviour. Assuming he showed evidence of suitable contrition, the procedure would finish with him being 'suckled' at the breasts of the Panel Chair, indicating forgiveness. All this would be observed by Cassie, to ensure that correct procedures were followed. Martin agreed to sign an acceptance form, and left the room to await the disciplinary panel, which was scheduled to be held the following week.

Section III: The disciplinary panel

Martin reported at the specified time to the HR reception desk. A young woman, whose ID badge showed that she was called Bethany, took his name and then checked her list.

"Oh, yes. I've found you. Martin Stephens. You're to be punished for your lecherous behaviour," she said, matter-of-factly, but with a slight look of disgust on her face.

As she spoke, Martin realized that from the moment he'd arrived he had been staring at this young woman's firm, large breasts, outlined by the tight black sweater she was wearing. He had even noticed the seams of Bethany's bra outlined under the sweater. He hoped she had not been aware of his glances and was relieved that she said nothing to suggest that she had been.

Bethany called Cassie on the phone, and a few minutes later the HR Director appeared in reception, shook Martin's hand, and led him to a large room at the end of the corridor. Next to the door there was a table with tea, coffee and biscuits set out. In the centre of room, there was a large wooden table, with five chairs behind it. It might have been mistaken for a job interview room except that, to the left of the table, Charlotte was sitting on a tall stool. She was wearing a skimpy white camisole top and a short blue skirt, with her long legs crossed and clumpy platform shoes on her feet. She pointedly ignored Martin.

Cassie told him to remove his clothes, showing him the small cupboard where he could hang them. Then, when he had done so and was naked, she told him he was stand, quite still, and without speaking, at a point she indicated, a few feet in front of the table, and somewhat to the right of Charlotte.

Cassie then smiled at Charlotte.

"Are you OK?" she asked, encouragingly.

"Yeah, fine, thanks," Charlotte replied. "I'm looking forward to seeing this lecherous creep put in his place."

Cassie nodded understandingly, and went to sit behind the desk, where she started to read through Martin's file again, to refresh her memory. Meanwhile, as instructed, Martin stood naked and silent, awaiting what was to come with trepidation. He did not dare look at Charlotte but, for the first time, she looked at him -- a quick, contemptuous glance.

Then, something unexpected happened. Antonia de Havilland, the CEO walked in. As always, she was immaculately dressed, today in a tailored burgundy red skirt suit and a Hermès scarf, with her grey hair elegantly styled.

"Would it be alright for me to observe?" she asked Cassie. "I've been wanting for a while to see how the alternative procedure works in practice, and I happen to have had a cancelled meeting."

Cassie was happy to agree, and called Bethany to bring a chair for Antonia, who sat down in the corner of the room.

Over the next ten minutes or so, the members of the panel arrived. Until now, Martin had not known who was to be present.

First to arrive was Louise, a recently hired member of Martin's department, who was a pale, thin, rather plain woman in her thirties and was wearing jeans and a green sweater. She said 'hi' to him, as if it were quite normal that he would be standing naked in front of her, then sat down next to Cassie, and opened her bag to take out her copy of Martin's file and a sandwich.

Next, Janice and Sara came in, together. They wandered in, chatting, as if this was just any other meeting, stopping first to get some coffee and biscuits and then taking their seats at the table. Janice was Martin's Head of Department, and was also in her early fifties. The two had been on friendly for some years although she gave no hint of that now. That day she was wearing a blue-grey tweed skirt and a blue, silky blouse. Sara was an intern, a British Asian woman in her mid-twenties, and she wore casual black trousers and a white blouse, through which Martin could glimpse the outline of a black bra. Doing so, his penis twitched involuntarily and became semi-erect. She noticed.

"He's becoming aroused by me," Sara said, in a slightly disgusted tone.

"What is the process for this?" Janice asked Cassie, before turning to Martin and saying, "I'm chairing this afternoon's panel, by the way."

"It is accepted that, pre-session, the offender may experience sexual arousal," Cassie answered. "The procedure is to administer further punishment at the end of the main session."

A couple more minutes passed, during which Cassie whispered to Janice, explaining that the CEO had asked to sit in on the meeting.

"We're just waiting for Chloe now," Cassie explained to the others.

At that moment, Chloe arrived, out of breath and apologizing. A short woman in her thirties, she was plain and overweight, and was dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, which gathered tightly around her large, sagging bust.

"Oh, Chloe, here you are," said Janice. "But could you just nip out and get the cane from Bethany? You know that you're down to administer the corporal punishment, don't you?"

Chloe left the room, and as she did so Louise stirred.

"I thought I was beating?" she queried.

Janice consulted the paperwork.

"No," she said. "According to the sheet, Chloe is giving the corporal punishment, you will masturbate the offender, and then I will suckle him. Oh, and of course Charlotte can administer any verbal humiliation she wants to."

Only Cassie knew it, but Chloe had been allocated to give the corporal punishment because she was the least attractive woman on the panel. This wasn't an official part of the process but an extra refinement Cassie had added. She had never told anyone, since it would have been completely unacceptable to company rules, but she felt it was important, and in keeping with the disciplinary policy, to minimize any erotic feelings an offender might experience.

Chloe returned with a long wooden cane which she placed on the table before taking her seat with the rest of the disciplinary panel.

Janice cleared her throat.

"Right," she said. "Let's get started. This is a panel constituted under the alternative procedure of the company's sexual harassment policy, and chaired by me. We've also got our CEO here today, as an observer. Just to remind you, the terms of the procedure mean that everyone in this room has signed a Non-Disclosure Agreement, and may not tell anyone outside this room what happens within it. The offender, who has admitted his offences, may not be named outside this room. Formal notes, with all names redacted, will be made by Cassie Nicholson and kept securely for the next ten years. Cassie will also advise, if necessary, on any procedural issues that arise. Does everyone understand?"

They all indicated their agreement.

"Good," Janice continued. "Now, you have all read the specifics of the offences, but I will now ask the offender to summarize briefly what he is being punished for."

They all turned to look at Martin.

"Well," he began nervously. "Um, I, I, er looked inappropriately at a colleague on numerous occasions, by looking down her top or up her skirt. And, on some occasions, I, er, I masturbated later, thinking about her."

"Thank you, Martin" Janice said. "The colleague, of course was Charlotte, who we will hear from shortly. But, first, do the panel have any questions they want to ask the offender? Yes, Sara?"

"Were you aware at the time of your offences that the victim knew what you were doing, and whether she felt uncomfortable?" Sara asked.

"Well, um," Martin stumbled. "Well, yes, I was, because, for example, one time when I was looking down her top she pushed it down with her hand so as to close the gap. And other times she crossed her legs to stop me looking up her skirt. And, well, I could see she was cross."

"Disgusting," Sara said. She was all too familiar with lecherous men, having been perved over by plenty of them, including a particularly blatant tutor when she was at university.

"That was a useful clarification," Janice said. "Any other questions? No? Well, in that case it is time for Charlotte to tell us the punishment she has decided to recommend to the panel."

They all turned towards Charlotte.

"Right" she began. "I want him to associate looking at me inappropriately with pain. So I want him close to me, and I'm going to hitch my skirt up, and have him kneeling with his face right next to the gusset of my little blue panties whilst he receives ten strokes of the cane. Then, he will stand up to look down my camisole at my sexy boobs in my bra whilst he receives another ten. Then I want him to grovel at my feet, kiss my shoes, and beg my forgiveness."

"That sounds fine," said Janice. "And, Cassie, is that acceptable within the procedure?"

"Yes, absolutely," Cassie confirmed. "Of course, he will have to be masturbated first, to remove his lechery so that he doesn't derive sexual enjoyment from the punishment. Then, afterwards, if everyone is satisfied with his contrition, you as chair of the panel will suckle him."

"Indeed, and I understand that you will say more about that in due course," Janice said. "Fine. Well, in that case, Louise, it is time for you to masturbate the offender. You know the procedure? You have to reach under his legs from behind, and masturbate him wearing the prescribed latex gloves, to emphasize that you are not performing a sexual act but a technical, administrative task."

Louise indicated that she understood, and Cassie passed her a box of latex gloves, of the sort worn by healthcare workers, from which Louise removed a pair and worked them over her hands. She moved to stand behind Martin, her face cold and expressionless.

She reached underneath his legs and grasped his penis firmly. Her fingers quickly brought him to full hardness, and she began to tug at his erection roughly. Louise had not needed Janice's reminder that this was not a sexual act because, quite apart from the context of it being a workplace disciplinary process, she was gay and had not touched a man's penis apart from some misguided teenage fumbling. To her, masturbating Martin was like a disagreeable household chore, about as erotic as unblocking a sink.

Martin was still standing, naked, facing the desk behind which Cassie, Janice, Sara and Chloe sat looking on, apparently bored. From her high stool, Charlotte smiled contemptuously. Louise's hand continued to tug at Martin's penis and he felt himself reach the point of orgasm.

"Stop now," Cassie said, expertly identifying the right moment, and Louise removed her hand. Martin's cock twitched and jerked wildly, semen coming in spurts and dribbles.

Louise returned to her chair behind the desk, removed the latex gloves and dropped them in a bin.

"That was a ruined orgasm," Cassie informed Martin. "The purpose is to drain you of your sexual urges without giving any satisfaction."

Well done," she continued, turning to Louise. "You did that very efficiently. Now it is time for the punishment."

"Assume the position Charlotte specified," Janice ordered.

Martin went to kneel in front of Charlotte who, with a look of disgust, pulled her skirt up so that he was face to face with the lacy blue panties which she now revealed.

He saw Chloe moving from behind the desk to stand behind him, and then heard the swish of the cane though the air.

"Ten strokes," Charlotte reminded her, a note of anticipation discernible in her voice.

The panel looked on impassively as Chloe administered ten strokes of the cane, leaving long pauses between each one. They all noticed the way that Martin's body bucked each time the cane landed, more violently with each stroke. They also heard the increasingly loud yelps he emitted as the pain began to bite.

After the tenth stroke, Chloe stopped. She was slightly out of breath and her large, saggy breasts rose and fell under her skimpy tee-shirt. She wished she had worn a bra with firmer support that day. She was also slightly red in the face, and wondered if any of the others realized that this was not just because of the exertion but also because she felt sexually aroused by caning Martin. She knew from the training that all panel members undertook that disciplinary procedure was designed to be unerotic for the male offender, but it had been explained that it was entirely understood that the women on the panel might sometimes find the experience sexually exciting.

She glanced over at her fellow-panelists and none of them seemed to have noticed her arousal. But then she saw that over in the corner of the room Antonia de Havilland was looking at her quizzically. She guessed that the CEO, at least, had noticed. Chloe was right. Antonia already knew that it was something which quite often happened during disciplinary sessions, when women had what for most of them was the unfamiliar experience of wielding such power. It was something she and Cassie had discussed when the new policy was being developed. But, apart from that, Antonia was especially attuned to it because, for her, it was by no means unfamiliar from her private life as she routinely spanked her husband.

Chloe's train of thought was interrupted as Charlotte, with a small, satisfied smile, began to speak to Martin.

"Not so lecherous now, are you?" she sneered. "And no sign of an erection from looking at my panties, either."

Martin said nothing.

"Now let's see if the cane can cure you of perving on my tits and my bra," Charlotte continued.

"Stand up, Martin" Janice said.

Martin complied. Now he was looking down at Charlotte, who leaned forward, allowing her camisole top to gape open, revealing the blue lacy bra which encased her firm young breasts. It was like those many times when his prying eyes had feasted on his younger colleague in the office. But now it felt very different as he, himself, was the object of the disciplinary panel's appraising gaze. Seeing the women look at him with disgust made him feel humiliated and ashamed.

"Give him another ten," Charlotte said to Chloe.

Chloe involuntarily licked her lips in anticipation. But she paused.

"Can I ask a procedural question?" Chloe asked.

"Of course," said Janice.

"Could I remove my tee-shirt? Only it is rather warm. I'd keep my bra on, of course."

"Hmm, I'm not sure," Janice responded. "That might constitute a sexualization of the process for the offender, which of course is not permissible. Cassie, could you clarify?"

"It's an interesting question," Cassie answered. "There are no specific rules for clothing of panel members, but breasts and, by extension, bras are generally regarded as symbolic of womanliness, and only sexualized by the male gaze so, yes, I think that Chloe's preferences are compatible with the policy. There is also partial precedent as there have been cases where women have administered corporal punishment whilst bra-less, but wearing an outer garment. So, yes, it is permissible."

"Thanks, Cassie," said Janice. "OK, Chloe, you can remove your tee-shirt."

Chloe pulled her tee-shirt over her head, revealing her large, fleshy breasts, loosely contained within the thin, gauzy material of her beige bra. Doing so also revealed the roll of her stomach fat, hanging over the waist of her jeans.

She had wanted to do so for a reason, nothing to do with it being warm. Chloe knew she had enjoyed caning Martin, but she also knew that some men had fantasies about dominatrices beating them, beautifully attired in corsets and stockings. And she wanted nothing to do with that. She relished being an overweight, plain woman, wearing shapeless jeans and with her saggy breasts hanging in an ugly, functional bra -- but a woman with absolute power.

Chloe began to wield the cane again, hearing it swish through the air each time before it bit into the buttocks of this ... male pervert. As she did so, she was aware of her loosely-supported breasts swaying in the air, and she loved the fact that the other women on the disciplinary panel could see her womanly power. She found herself letting herself fly with the cane, inflicting far harsher weals with these second ten strokes than with the previous batch. After the third stroke, Martin began to wonder if he could take the pain.

Chloe was right. All of the other women in the room were drinking in the sight. Each of them had a slightly different perspective on it, but all shared one reaction in common: all had had years of being perved over by entitled, inadequate men like Martin. And Charlotte had the particular satisfaction of seeing the man who had ogled her for months being punished.

The ten strokes of the cane given, Chloe replaced her tee-shirt and returned to join her co-panellists behind the table. She could feel a wetness between her legs, and wondered if the others were also excited but, looking round, their faces were impassive. She could not see Antonia, but, had she been able to, she would have found that the CEO had a thin smile on her lips.

Charlotte, however, was far from impassive. Her face was shining with enjoyment at the sight of Martin's humiliation.

"Now grovel at my feet, you lecherous little shit," she ordered.

Martin, any resistance broken by the pain Chloe had inflicted and, almost us much, by the shame of the proceedings, instantly sank to his knees.

"Kiss my shoes," Charlotte said coldly.

Martin started to feverishly kiss Charlotte's clumpy platform shoes.

"Beg my forgiveness for perving on me," Charlotte demanded imperiously.

"I'm so sorry, Charlotte," Martin began. "I should never have perved on you. I feel totally ashamed and I am truly sorry and I will never do it again ..."

Charlotte kept him on his knees, grovelling and begging her forgiveness for twenty minutes, until she was satisfied.

Martin was then told to stand up, still naked, and face the disciplinary panel. He saw Janice, Louise, Chloe, Sara and Cassie staring at him intently.

"Are you contrite?" Janice asked.

"Yes, now I understand that ..."

"A simple 'yes or no' will suffice," Cassie interrupted.

"Charlotte, do you accept the offender's contrition?" Janice asked.

"Yes."

"Is the panel satisfied?" Janice asked, already beginning to complete the paperwork in anticipation.

"Er, sorry ...," Sara began. "I have an issue."

Janice invited her to explain.

"We haven't dealt with the way he perved on my bra at the start of the panel. I want him punished for that before signing him off for suckling."

"You're quite right," Janice said. "How do you want this dealt with?"

"I want his cock punished," said Sara coldly. "Two strokes of the cane will suffice."

Janice looked around the table for agreement, and all the women nodded their heads.

"Chloe," began Janice.

"No, I want to do it," Sara interrupted.

"Is that allowable under the process?" Janice asked Cassie. "Surely Chloe is the panel member authorised to dispense corporal punishment?"

"No, no, that just related to the original offence," the HR Director explained. "This is a subsidiary matter."

For the first time, Antonia de Havilland interrupted.

"Excuse me," she said in her Dutch accent. "But in that case could I perhaps administer the discipline? If you don't mind, Sara?"

The young British Asian woman flushed with pleasure. Antonia de Havilland was Sara's role model and inspiration, and she hoped to emulate the older woman's illustrious business career. So she was delighted by the idea of seeing her punish Martin for what he had done, and readily agreed.

Antonia stood up and walked over to the table, picking up the cane. She tested its weight in her hand, whisking it through the air experimentally.

"Make yourself hard for me," she told Martin coldly. "Otherwise there is a danger of serious injury to your penis."

He began to touch himself, but his cock remained semi-flaccid.

"Oh for god's sake," Sara said contemptuously. "From what we've heard, I suppose he needs to see my undies to get it hard?"

With that, Sara began to undo her blouse in order to display her skimpy black bra. But Antonia stopped her.

"I think this will do the trick," she said, lifting the hem of her skirt up over her slime thighs so as to reveal her lacy black stocking tops.

As the CEO had anticipated, Martin's cock immediately became fully erect. Once it had done so, she brought the cane down, hard, in two swift strikes on to his erect penis. Immediately, it shrivelled.

Antonia tugged her skirt back into position, replaced the cane on the table, smiled her thanks to Sara, and walked slowly back to resume her seat.

Janice resumed the proceedings, explaining that with the punishment now over Martin would be suckled. She invited Cassie to explain.

"It's perfectly simple," Cassie told Martin. "The underlying principle of the alternative disciplinary policy is that of nurturing. As women, we understand that in a patriarchal society men like you have been taught to think that you can just treat women like objects, to be groped and leched at. That has to be un-learnt. You have to learn to respect women. But, after punishment, and after contrition, there is the comfort that only women can give. Do you understand?"

"I think so," Martin said.

"Come here," Janice said, inviting Martin over to her chair and positioning him on his knees next to her.

"You've been very naughty," Janice cooed. "But now you've been punished, and you're sorry, aren't you? So now it's time to come to mummy."

Janice had thought a lot about this, ever since the alternative disciplinary procedure had been created, and this wasn't the first panel she had chaired. When she had first had the 'suckling' element explained to her during training sessions for panel chairs she had been shocked but she gradually understood its redemptive qualities and it came to appeal to her own sense of female nurturehood.

Janice undid her blouse. In preparation for the panel, she had worn a maternity bra which unclipped at the front and, now, she opened it. Her ample breasts spilled out, displaying her large pink nipples and spreading pink aureoles.

"Suck on them," she whispered to Martin. "Suck on mummy. Mummy will make it alright."

"It's over now," she said, stroking his hair. "It's all over now."

Martin suckled on Janice's large, womanly breasts until, eventually, she disentangled herself.

"Right," Janice said crisply. "These proceeding are now over."

Section IV: After the disciplinary panel

The panel members started to gather up their papers and Martin walked painfully towards the cupboard to retrieve his clothes. As he did so, Bethany, the HR receptionist, walked into the room with some forms for Cassie to sign. She passed Martin, glancing at him uninterestedly, and as she did so he could not stop his eyes staring at her breasts jetting temptingly underneath that tight black sweater. Involuntarily, his cock started to harden.

Bethany screamed.

"Oh my god! He's perving on me!"

"It's true," Louise confirmed. "I saw him staring inappropriately at Bethany's breasts."

"And he became erect," Sara added. "So it is quite obvious what was going on in his mind."

"He was doing it when he first arrived," Bethany said, almost in tears. "Ogling me. It was disgusting. I felt his eyes crawling all over me. I didn't say anything then because I knew he was going to be punished and I assumed that would teach him a lesson. But he's still just as bad."

Charlotte walked over to Bethany, and put her arm around the distressed woman.

"I'm so sorry you should have experienced this," she said sympathetically. "I know exactly how you feel."

"I'm very disappointed," Janice said sadly. "I really thought we had taught him his lesson but he has obviously learned nothing. So what happens now?"

The question was directed at Cassie Nicholson, who explained that this offence would have to be the subject of a new procedure. Assuming Bethany made a formal complaint, there was little doubt it would be upheld given that they had all witnessed what had happened, including the CEO of the company. And, as a second offence, the punishment would be far more severe.

"Do you want to make a formal complaint?" she asked Bethany.

Everyone turned to look at Bethany expectantly. Martin, still naked, tried to beseech her with his eyes to spare him. But, even now, he could not completely stop himself from glancing at her prominent breasts.

There was a long silence.

"Yes, I want to make a formal complaint," said Bethany eventually. "I want to see him severely punished."