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Jane is worried about awkwardness with Alice the next day at work. But if Alice feels awkward, it isn’t at all apparent. Her young secretary is all smiles and seems more confident than ever. Jane almost thinks she imagined the whole entire previous day.

That is until Alice comes into her office and announces that Jane has a new rule. “It’s a daily panty check,” Alice says happily, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“A what,” Jane asks, genuinely shocked.

“Well, from now on, you’re only allowed to wear plain white cotton bikini style panties to work. No more lacy or racy panties,” Alice muses.

“And, you expect me to show you my panties everyday?”

“Mmmhmm,” Alice says with that same nonchalant happiness.

Jane begins to protest but Alice warns her that Phil is “one-hundred percent” on board with the new rule. “We want you to save those cute and sexy panties for when he is around,” the younger woman explains.

“We?” Jane is about to ask who the hell said Alice could insert herself into her marriage, but thinks better of it. She sighs instead. “Okay,” Jane says with a defeated tone, “what do I do?”

“You’re silly. Just pull your pants down so I can check your panties,” Alice says with a little giggle.

Jane complies, first unbuttoning her slacks and then pushing them down to her knees. Alice walks over to her.

“Oh my gosh, no. I’m sorry, but you can’t wear these,” Alice says of the light blue thong panties Jane currently wears.

“Okay, I promise to wear a white bikini pair tomorrow,” Jane promises.

“Good!” Alice says as she smiles expectantly.

“Was there something else,” Jane asks, trying to suppress the vile in her voice.

“Well, hand over the pair you’re wearing,” Alice says. “We can’t very well let you go around in those panties at work, now can we?”

“And wear what instead,” Jane practically begs.

“I don’t have a pair of white cotton bikini undies on me currently. Do you,” Alice asks with a slight head cock.

“N-no, I don’t. B-but I can’t n-not wear panties, you know?”

Alice shakes her head, her short brown hair swishing slightly. “You can go without panties for a few hours, and it’ll be a good reminder for tomorrow.”

“But, um, I have a board meeting in an hour. Can-can’t you let me off just this once,” Jane persists.

“I am letting you off easy,” Alice says with a small frown. “I’m not spanking you, and normally I would be. Now you go ahead and hand over those naughty panties, or I can help you out of them if you like.”

Jane doesn’t want help. At all. Instead, she kicks off her ankle boots and removes her slacks. Then she peels her panties down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she hands them over to her secretary. Alice folds the panties and puts them into her pocket. She then smiles and nods at Jane, who redresses quickly.

The board meeting is terrifying. Jane has to stand and give a presentation. She’s positive everyone knows that she’s going commando. Oh god, she worries, what if I turn or move and get a big cameltoe? But the meeting seems to go well and a couple peers even stop to compliment her afterwards.

Relieved that the day is over, Jane heads home and has dinner with Phil. They don’t discuss the new rule, but Jane is sure to wear the kind of panties that Alice insists upon the very next day.

When Alice brings Jane’s morning coffee in, she leaves the drink on her boss’ desk. “You have a 10:30 AM with Mike Jacobs, but other than that, your morning is free. Let’s get your panty check done now and you won’t have it hanging over your head all day,” Alice suggests cheerily.

Jane sighs dejectedly, but nods. She asks Alice what she should do, and Alice points to her skirt. “You can leave that on, just raise it up as high as you can and we’ll have a quick peek.” Jane does as ordered.

“Hmm, these look like the right kind of panties to me,” Alice says, much to Jane’s relief. Then she feels Alice’s fingers in the waistband of her underwear. Jane starts to complain but as before thinks better of it. Pulling the front of the panties away and down from Jane’s waistline, Alice runs a finger across Jane’s mons pubis. She then reaches further in and runs a finger between Jane’s outer lips. “Mmmhmm,” Alice says without further explanation, pulling the panties back up after a moment.

“Okay, go ahead and hold the back of your skirt up and we’ll finish up.”

“This is much more involved than you led on,” Jane groans.

Alice giggles a bit as she pulls Jane’s panties down in the back. “Well, you always coach me to be thorough in everything I do.” Alice makes a disappointed noise as she fingers the back of the panties. “These are a little too big for you. Make sure you wear a size smaller starting tomorrow. I’ll let you slide this time, though,” Alice promises. Then to make her point clearer, she tugs the waistband of the panties up, pulling the gusset into the cleft between Jane’s cheeks. Jane immediately tries to free the material, but Alice smacks her hands away.

“All done,” Alice says with a pleasant smile. Then she leaves Jane with her panties still in an uncomfortable arrangement.

The next day, Jane passes her panty check. “These are perfect,” Alice says as she pats Jane’s bottom over the white undies. “If you keep wearing panties like these, we won’t have any problems,” Alice promises.

And the next several days are the same. It isn’t until the following Thursday when she is undoing her belt in front of Alice that she realizes her mistake. “Ummm,” Jane says, stalling while she thinks of an excuse. “C-can, co-could we d-do this later,” she pleads with Alice.

“Now don’t be silly,” Alice admonishes her, “you know the rest of your day is very full. This isn’t just the perfect time for your panty check, it’s the only time. Now quit dawdling and get those pants down, missy.”

Jane complies and she is already crying when the pink boy short panties come into view. “I-I’m so-sorry Al-Miss Kates,” she says, hoping for some leniency.

But there is none.

Alice walks over and feels the panty material between her fingers. “Oh my gosh, Jane, these are very much not okay. The wrong color, the wrong style. They’re not even cotton. I’ll call and cancel your lunch with Trisha Jones,” Alice explains. “You work on getting out of the rest of those clothes and into position. When I come back, I’d better find a very naked Jane with her bottom spread wide and ready to learn her hard lesson.” And with that, Alice strides out of the room.

Jane’s shoulders collapse as soon as Alice is out of the room. She sobs and feels sorry for herself before kicking off her heels. She pushes her slacks and panties off with a single movement and then begins to unbutton her blouse. Removing that, she stands in bare feet wearing only her bra.

Removing that last garment, Jane takes a few tepid steps over to the dreaded chair. Alice has seen her on it before, but this time is different somehow. It’s because Alice is the one sentencing her to her punishment.

Arriving at the seat of the chair, Jane climbs up and kneels upon it. Leaning forward, she pushes her bottom out and dutifully reaches behind her, spreading her cheeks very wide. Anyone who walked in now would only need to look to the left and they’d be treated to all of her secret charms. It’s a terrifying predicament. But Alice wouldn’t let anyone else see her like this. Jane is sure of it.

Minute after minute passes, and yet the executive still holds herself wide open. Although she knows that it’ll be humiliating and painful, she almost wishes that Alice would return and just get her punishment started. But there’s no sign of Alice.

More time passes. Jane can’t even tell how much time, as there are no clocks in sight. And the entire time, she expects one of her bosses or co-workers to walk in. Even worse, what if a subordinate came in and saw her like this? Saw her so eagerly exposed and available by her own hands. The thought twists like a knife inside her.

And then the door opens. The slight breeze from the movement hits her naked skin, causing Jane to wince a bit.

“Oh my god,” an unfamiliar, female voice squeals in delight. “She really is naked! You really can see her everything,” the voice says as she hears Alice try to hush it. “I thought you were messing with me,” this new young woman continues excitedly.

Jane hears the door to her office close and lock from the inside. Footsteps crush the carpet. And then Alice speaks.

“Jane, I want you to meet Trudy, she’s one of my very best friends.”

“Hi Jane, I’d shake your hand, but you look a little occupied,” Trudy jokes.

“Be serious, Trudy,” Alice warns the young woman. “Jane, Phil said that it would be good if I had help if I ever needed to punish you since you can be a handful. So Trudy’s going to be an extra set of hands during your spanking.”

Jane tries to breathe. She prays for her immediate and irreversible destruction at the hands of a merciful god. But her fate is sealed not by a faraway deity, but by a couple twenty-somethings.

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