Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Eighteen

"Oh no, please, I beg you I can't take it. It hurts too much!"

"You should have thought of that sooner. You deserve every
stroke. I consider it a fit and proper punishment for your
crimes. Now, we will start again!"

And with that the cane swished through the air and hit its mark.
He screamed, he counted, he screamed some more and begged. With a
super human effort on his part he endured his full punishment.
His sense of relief was tangible when he counted off the last
stroke.

"There now, that was not so bad, was it?", Lisa taunted.

Jack was crying. He had not cried since he was a child. 

"Quite cathartic, really, if you think about it" she said as she
placed the cane back on her desk.

Jack sniffed and asked if she had a handkerchief. 

"You really should have one of your own, if you make a habit of
blubbing", she said and passed him a large white one she just
happened to have in her pocket.

"You can pull up your pants now, and thank me for showing you the
error of your ways."

She was standing there pointing to her feet. Jack quickly blew
his nose and wiped his eyes, then fell to the floor in front of
her and thanked her for punishing him. The words came out a
little begrudgingly, but he managed to sound reasonably sincere.

"Now, here is a pen and a piece of paper. You will write one
hundred times, 'I must respect women', in neat legible
handwriting. When you have finished you will raise your hand. You
are not allowed to speak again until I give you permission."

And with that she waved him back to his seat.

Jack took the pen and paper, resumed his place and started to
write. It was not long before he realised that Lisa's gown was
raised and she was exposed to him behind her open fronted desk.
She was masturbating!

He tried hard to ignore her and concentrate on the task at hand,
but all to no avail. He could not resist taking a quick peek. She
appeared to be completely oblivious of his presence.

He tried to keep writing, whilst using his other hand to rub the
bulge in his pants. She now had her eyes closed and had put both
her feet up on her desk. Her hand moved slowly, around her
clitoris and vagina. She was getting very wet. Jack could see her
sex glistening, as she gave out little moans of pure self
indulgent pleasure. He stopped writing, undid his zip and pulled
out his prick. As he watched her getting more and more excited,
he manipulated himself faster and faster. He groaned. Still she
appeared to ignore him. Then she climaxed, and her body shuddered
with satisfied pleasure. 

She opened her eyes suddenly and saw Jack staring straight at
her. Without a word she picked up a ruler from her desk,
descended the dais and strode towards him.

He did not have time to straighten himself up and the look on his
face was quite pitiable.

She grabbed his ear, pulled him to his feet, and stared at his
erect penis. He shuffled uncomfortably and stared at his feet.
'How was he managing to get into so much trouble? It was all her
fault, she's tormenting me', he thought, but it didn't help. 

Suddenly and without warning she applied a stroke with the ruler
directly to his erection. He jumped in the air, trying to cross
his legs at the same time to give himself some sort of
protection. Then she held one hand and rulered that, and then did
exactly the same to the other hand.

"How dare you behave in such a way in my presence. I will not
tolerate such behaviour. Do you want another caning?"

Jack shook his head, but he didn't dare speak.

"Now get on with your lines, and put that filthy thing away!"

Lisa turned and resumed her seat, and Jack zipped himself back
up, and did the same.

He was so frustrated he could hardly concentrate on writing his
lines, and his hands were so sore he could not hold the pen
properly either, but eventually he finished.

When he put his hand up, Lisa simply said "About time! Bring them
here."

She glanced over them and then made him repeat the sentence out
loud, just to make sure he remembered it.

"I must respect women", he intoned, and actually sounded as
though he meant it.

"Now, it is time for lunch. Alice will bring you something to eat
here. When you have finished, I want you to spend the afternoon,
writing out a complete confession of all your crimes against
women and I want it signed and dated. If it is not finished by
five o'clock, when I return, I will have no other choice but to
give you fifty strokes of the cane! Do I make myself perfectly
clear?"

"Yes Madam", came the extremely muted response.