After the end of October Halloween party I realized that it would not be long until my January birthday when I would receive a beat. As I had participated in thrashing others I could hardly avoid what was due to me on my reaching thirty.
When after joining the company in May and realising what went on I had been filled with a mixture of fear and excitement at the prospect of a day nude at work and a painful birthday swatting. After the end of October Halloween party nudity held no fears and the whipping in front of many of the village people had caused such an adrenaline rush I longed for more. In the days after the my whipping I would look at a video that had been taken and was turned on again by seeing the red wheats on my back, some oozing blood. Watching the film with my husband resulted in the best sex ever.
Also, of course, other members of staff had birthday experiences since the lady sales lady as described in Ch.02.
The office staff on their birthday, already nude since arriving at work, were always strapped down to the benchmark, the mechanics had a chain hanging from the roof for their victims.
Maureen, the boss , on her fiftieth in November , had driven to work only in a coat. No point in putting clothes on to take them off as soon as you are in the office. She had even managed to drive with bare feet.
She drew a single tail whip for her flogging and as it was decided 50 was a lot for her back , buttocks and thighs, she was untied from the bench after 25 and allowed to stand with her hands cuffed behind he back for 25 on her front. The men unsurprisingly favored her nipple pierced breasts and they were streaked in red in no time, her husband applying the most vicious strokes. The female staff laid on their strokes on her belly and front of thighs. Tears streamed down her face but she bravely never cried out or begged us to stop.
The female appreciation mechanic had no boy friend but her mother attended her first birthdayday experience at work. The mother I recognized as someone in the crowd who had cheered at my flogging at the Halloween party and she did not spare her daughter who for a bit of variety had ben strung up upside down in a manner that left her legs part.
This allowed easy access to her pussy and the more sadistic of he colleagues took advantage of this. She was due 19 strokes for her birthday and six landed between her legs .I had noted that when it was other people birthdays she had not shown any mercy so it was difficult to feel sorry for her and her own mother showed no signs of disapproval but she did go to the fridge freezer in the office to collect ice to treat her daughter’s very swollen pussy.
My own birthday in January followed a similar pattern. I wore only a coat and was driven by my husband who stopped in the street outside the garage. I complained that it was snowing and would have to walk in the snow and bare feet across the forecourt. Won’t do you any harm hesaid opening the passenger door and pulling me out. Also in the car were my neighbor and boss Maureen and her husband Mark who got out the car and summoned in a very loud voice the two mail mechanics Then the two men grabbed me and removed my coat leaving me to walk across the forecourt nude in the freezing cold.
To make matters worse the heating in the office had failed and I was left naked and shivering for two hours until it was fixed. My begging for something to wear was ignored and I was told not to worry as I would be warmed up with my birthday swats.
For them I drew the leather strap and the first few strokes were applied by hubby who had returned for the fun. Angela from the stockroom who had started all our traditions said ,when it was her turn to beat me as I lay naked on the bench hands and feet tied, she had an idea for something different. At that she gave me six strokes on the soles of my feet, three on each. Until then I had managed not to cry out but this uNext few days I could not wear shoes and hobbled about .
Next , of course , was the recognition of my completion of full year at the job. I had in anticipation of my first star brand been on the internet. First was the Story of O that had first turned on Angela of the stock room and then other branding stories had followed. I found for example on the internet vegans being branded in public for animal rights and was envious of their courage.
When my time came I was mixture of fear but also turned on by the prospect. After all, others had endured this. Why not me?
At first I decided the offer to be bound for the ceremony but heeded the advice by my already branded worksmates to be tied to the benchmark used for birthday thrashings.
The bench was on this occasion in the work shop and it was positioned so that I could watch the branding iron being heated in the coals of the barbecue that was to cook lat the lunch in celebration of my completion of one year at the firm.
The pain was worse than anticipated but short lived and I am proud to say that I did not scream. Despite the pain the adrenaline rush was so great I am looking forward to my second star brand next year. How weird is that. In the meantime in search of more pain have had nipples and clip pierced.
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