I felt a bit embarrassed as all the boys surrounded me.Mark then told me to take my bra off, I refused, but he got angry with me and grabbed me on the...arm and turned nasty. I look at where my clothes were and realised they had hidden them.Mark told me to do what I am told ore they would not give them back.I slowly unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor. Covering my tiny boobs with my hands. Mark shouted at me and told me to put my hands on my head, I did what he said, exposing my bare. " She paused, suddenly aware of her clothes. "Is that ... normal?" Quite normal. It's been that way for, oh, seven or eight years. There's more, but one shock at a time." And you expect me ... I mean, do I have to..." It's the dress code here in the main offices." Everyone?" Even Ms. Hubbard."She had seen Ms. Hubbard on TV once, a thin middle-aged woman, and the idea of her appearing half-naked made her head spin."You'll get used to it in a few days." What about ... what ... you know, that time. Beth slathered a hot biscuit in butter, watching it melt in, and then added jelly. When she bit into it her eyes closed in ecstasy. “Henry, these are delicious! If I’d have known you could make biscuits this good, you’d have gotten laid a long time ago, mister!” “Miss…Beth!” He was laughing. “What a thing to say! You do have a mouth on you, I will say that!” “You seemed to really enjoy what my mouth did last night.” “Beth! I’m just going to eat now, before you embarrass me any further.” She. On the appointed day, she later admitted that she almost didn't show due to the anxiety that was clear on her face when he opened the door. On the verge of tears, she sat on the bed and waited to hear what was about to befall her.In the end, it turned out that the actual correction was nothing compared to the buildup of anxiety that he had created by not revealing her fate ahead of time. A few short sessions with some nipple clamps and ten smacks on each butt cheek with a leather paddle.