The company where Emily was interning was far from ordinary. Established over two decades ago, it had cemented its reputation as the leading manufacturer of specialized punishment tools. Their clients ranged from strict, traditional families to correctional facilities and even businesses that demanded rigorous discipline in the workplace. With branches nationwide and an unassailable reputation for reliability and quality, this company was a giant in its industry.
Emily, a young woman in her early twenties, was the newest intern. With long, silky black hair usually tied neatly behind her, and large, gentle eyes that today were filled with anxiety, Emily had a slender, graceful figure. She wore a simple business uniform—a black pencil skirt that hugged her waist and highlighted her long legs.
But today, Emily’s composure was about to be tested, as she had failed to meet her KPI.
As she placed her hands on the manager's desk, the cold marble surface sent a shiver down her spine. The manager, with a stern, emotionless expression, approached her holding the company's new paddle—a tool crafted from premium wood, with a smooth, polished surface and reinforced edges designed for powerful, precise strikes.
“You know why you’re here today, don’t you?” the manager asked, her tone icy.
“Yes, I… I’m sorry for not meeting the KPI, ma’am,” Emily stammered, her voice trembling.
“Apologizing doesn’t solve anything. This company needs people who can deliver results, and if you can’t, there’s a price to pay,” the manager replied, gripping the paddle firmly. “Now, get ready, Emily. You’ll be the test subject for this new product.”
Emily took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but she couldn’t stop her legs from shaking. She lifted her skirt, revealing her smooth, round buttocks. Her pale skin quickly became the target for the heavy wooden paddle.
Emily tried to maintain her composure as the manager stood behind her, paddle in hand. She knew she was about to face the toughest ordeal of her life. The manager wasn’t known for leniency, and Emily knew she wouldn’t stop until the punishment had left a lasting impression.
“Are you ready?” the manager asked, her voice cold and detached.
Emily could only manage a slight nod, her lips pressed tightly together to hold back tears.
The manager raised the paddle high, the overhead light casting a shadow over Emily’s small frame. Then, the first blow landed.
WHACK!
Emily flinched, her whole body tensing as the paddle struck her buttocks with force. Pain surged through her, making her tremble uncontrollably. But this was just the beginning.
WHACK! WHACK!
The next strikes were even harder, landing on her reddening cheeks. Each blow stung sharply, like a thousand needles piercing her skin. She tried to suppress her cries, but with each strike, a soft whimper escaped her lips.
The manager showed no mercy, delivering each blow with a steady, relentless rhythm.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The sound echoed through the room like a drumbeat, each strike making her cheeks jiggle, turning them a fiery red and beginning to swell.
By the fifteenth strike, Emily couldn’t hold back any longer. Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling onto the desk. She panted, trying to swallow her sobs, but the pain was written all over her face.
“Do you understand now?” the manager asked, her voice devoid of sympathy. “This is the price for failure. Every strike is a reminder that negligence will not be tolerated.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Emily felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare. The blows kept coming, each one more powerful than the last, intensifying the pain until it was unbearable. Her buttocks were no longer just red—they were bruised, dark splotches spreading across her once smooth skin.
The twentieth strike landed with brutal force. Emily cried out, her body trembling, her hands gripping the desk so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She tried to endure, but the pain was overwhelming, clouding her mind and leaving her gasping and sobbing.
WHACK! WHACK!
The manager didn’t relent. She continued to strike, each blow punishing Emily further. By the twenty-fifth strike, Emily had no strength left to resist. She could only stand there, enduring the torment, as tears continued to fall.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The thirtieth and final blow landed with all the manager’s strength. Emily nearly collapsed from the pain but somehow managed to stay on her feet, her legs shaking as if they might give way. Her buttocks were now a deep red, swollen, and horribly bruised, every movement sending sharp pangs through her body.
The manager finally stopped, her breathing steady, while Emily panted, struggling to regain her composure. She knew the pain from this punishment wouldn’t fade easily, and the shame would linger long after.
“Kneel in the corner, and don’t pull your skirt down until the day is over,” the manager ordered, her voice as cold as ever.
Emily slowly knelt, feeling the sting of pain radiating through her. She bowed her head, trying not to think about the eyes that might be watching. The burning, throbbing pain in her buttocks made her shiver, but she knew she had to endure it. This was the price she had to pay for failure.