That's when a tear rolled down my cheek and I remembered."Can you tell me?" he probed.I nodded slowly and with a shaky voice I replied."One spanking f...r every minute late." He pulled my hair back to make me look up at the clock on the wall."And how late are you?" he asked, a smile forming on his face."forty-five minutes." I replied cringing as I looked up at the clock.I had never been this late home. And dad had never spanked me that much before. I was truly scared. "Forty-five for being late.. Over the course of my hair growing out, I was taken for laser hair removal on my face and was made to sit and watch as He crushed up Estrogen pills and mixed them into my food. One of my most vivid memories is being cuffed with my hands behind my back and dragged through the house to the bathroom, I was thrown into the bathtub so He could wash bleach through my hair, changing my once dark hair to brilliant silvery blonde.I spent those months being beaten a lot. He put me on a strict diet to. You will all be called to the lunchroom later for a briefing."John got up, took his plastic bag and walked mechanically out of the office.We were in a state of shock. Carl was furious."A stagnation! What the hell are they talking about? We have plenty of orders and thanks to that wonderful system we can hardly keep up. How are we going to do our fucking jobs with fewer people?" Like we always have to do: work harder for the same pay," Peter answered.Peter had been in the company forever and he. I got uncomfortable and got off once my hotel arrived. That night, I was in a dream state and I was feeling itchy in my cunt and my nipples were getting erect. I started thinking of him and his manly behavior everyday.Next day, in the office at Hyderabad, he whispered in my ears, “Nice dress! But, I want to see you in a tight bra”. Blood gushed to my cheeks. At lunchtime, he came to me and hugged me from behind and I said, Sir! let us go to a private place. He was amused, he said, “are you.