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Error Reduction



   By Ed Rider



   "I'm really sorry, Janet," said Edgar.  "I have no excuse.  It's such a
stupid mistake.  My mind must have wandered for a moment."

   "I'm sure that's what it was, Edgar," said his boss.  "Luckily, someone
caught it before cost the company any money.  So this meeting is just a
formality.  Nothing is going into your personnel file."

   "Thanks," he said.  "I know the company rules give you the option of
submitting a report because it might have affected us financially, even
though it wouldn't have been more than $50 or so.  If that had happened, I
would have been glad to reimburse the company."

   "Yes," she said.  "I know that a lot of employees don't like the policy
of being reported for errors costing as little as one cent.  Nobody objects
to the rules that make all of us go by our first names, allow us to wear
casual clothes to work and don't make us clock in and out as long as we are
productive.  So if we have doubts about some of the other policies, we're
not going to rock the boat, especially since everyone who works here gets
substantial profit sharing." Do you agree?

   "You've summed it up perfectly," said Edgar.

   "So this zero tolerance money error policy is something we all have to
live with," she said.  "And reimbursement doesn't come into the picture. 
Unless it's in the thousands, it ends up costing more in FTE hours to
process the reimbursement than the loss itself."

   "I was wondering as you were talking what my personnel file looks like,"
said Edgar.



   "I have it here on the screen, because I wanted to look at it before
this meeting," said Janet.  "It shows what we already know.  You are an
excellent employee, and your errors continue to be at an acceptable level."

   "Do I have a lot of error reports in there?" he said.

   "Yes, but you've been here a long time," she said.  "When I crunch them,
it looks like you're in the top 15 per cent in error avoidance compared to
other employees."

   "Does that affect my chances of moving up?" he said.

   "All performance affects that," she said.  "As you know, because of
current conditions, we are all stuck where we are for a while.  But once
the economy improves, I have a feeling we'll begin expanding again, and
when they're looking at advancing people, they'll examine everything,
including error reduction.  If you could improve enough to move up to the
top 10 per cent, it would certainly help your chances.

   "In fact, that's another reason I called you in, Edgar.  As you know, I
just got back from a three-day retreat with other division managers.  The
entire time was devoted to human error reduction, and I attended some
excellent lectures and workshops.  All the seminars were conducted by a
consulting company with an amazing track record for reducing human error in
the workplace.

   "I'm going to be implementing some of the things I learned in our
department, and I have the feeling that they're going to have dramatic
results.  You, in particular, should benefit, because one of the strategies
is especially effective for employees who are sensitive to how others
perceive them.  I looked at your psychological profile and tests from when
you were hired, and they confirmed what I already know.  Maintaining your
image is one of your highest priorities, if not the highest.  I guess I'd
have to ask Cynthia to know for sure."

   "She'd probably tell you it's the highest," he said.  "She's told me
often enough.  Is that one of the things holding me back?"

   "Not at all," said Janet.  "It's one of the things that motivates you to
excel, and I'm sure Cynthia appreciates how well you're doing."

   "Yes, she does," he said.  "She says she is happy that I'm always trying
to do my best for her and the kids, but sometimes she'd like it if she
could look down at me instead of always looking up.  She says it would make
me more human and less exasperating."

   "Well, I'm not interested in changing anything about your personality
and drive," said Janet.  "I was only saying this need of yours for
admiration fits right into one of the new disciplinary strategies.  The
consultants explained that verbal discipline and putting a report in the
personnel file uses fear to motivate improvement.  But for most employees,
especially men, there is an even stronger motivator, and that is
humiliation.

   "Actually, it's a variation of fear.  Instead of being afraid of losing
the job, the employee is afraid of being embarrassed.  A good manager will
find out which fear is strongest and use that for the benefit of the
company -- and of course, the employee, too.  Sensitive employees, like
you, respond the best, and that's why you are going to be my test case."

   "What do you mean?" said Edgar nervously.

   "Don't worry, Edgar," she said.  "The error we are talking about today
has nothing to do with this.  That's already disposed of.  But next time
you make a mistake that costs the company money, I will humiliate you after
I reprimand you."

   "No," he said in a frightened voice.  "I-I don't -- I don't think you
can do that.  Isn't that against the law?"

   "Yes," she said, "if I did it against your will, you could sue me for
harassment and get a lot out of the company.  I learned all the legal
implications at the seminar.  You'll be signing some forms that show your
consent to the new policy.

   "No, I won't," he said.

   "I'm sorry," she said.  "I'm not doing this right.  It's my first time,
and that's why this conversation is being recorded.  I'll be going over it
with the consultants to learn how to do it better next time.  And you'll
get a copy of it, too, when we're finished here, and if you want, you can
take it to a lawyer.

   "You're right, Edgar.  You are not going to sign anything under duress.
I'm just so enthusiastic about this, and I know how hard you're working. 
Most people would envy your success, but you aren't satisfied.  You want to
do even better, and that's why I'm so sure you'll see the benefits of this
new policy.  But I need to explain it better, because I realize now that
the consultants were right when they said that it can be frightening until
you understand it.

   "The consultants said one of the best ways to explain it is to imagine a
worst case scenario.  Let's say you are completely opposed to the new
policy.  I am not allowed to change my attitude toward you or anything
about our work relationship.  I will treat you as I have always treated
you. I would do that anyway, because you are a valuable employee and this
is not worth losing you over.

   "If you could show that anything has changed after today, such as me
taking an interest in advancing other employees over you, you would have
the right to sue the company for a lot of money.  When you play this part,
your lawyer may start salivating.

   "So in this worst case scenario, everything would be as it is now,
including the discipline.  When you make one of your rare mistakes, I would
call you in here and reprimand you just like I always do.  The only thing
different would be that I'd have to be more careful when I talk to you and
keep things strictly business.  And I would record all our conversations.

   "If the mistake costs the company money, I'd submit a report for the
personnel file just like I always do.  The only difference will be that I
will have to be extra careful in what I write, and the personnel manager
will probably go over it.

   "The biggest difference will be when you are being considered for
promotion.  I will no longer be on the committee that considers you,
because the personnel department would be worried that something I say
might be used against the company in court.  So I won't be able to point
out your flaws, and I won't be able to point out your strengths.  But you
work with many others here, and some of them will be consulted to replace
my input."

   "But you know me better than all of them," he said.  "I always
considered you a mentor and counted on you to stand up for me when the time
came."

   "I can't respond to that statement, Edgar," she said, "because I might
say something by accident that could be interpreted as putting pressure on
you.  All I can say is that you've worked with many people here, and the
company will seek their input."

   "But you know some of them are resentful of you and me," he said.  "They
might even like to sabotage me if they could."

   "If you're being considered for a promotion, I will have you give me a
list of anyone who might react like that, and I'll make sure that the
personnel department will not talk to them when putting together its
report."

   "But just making a list like that wouldn't look good," he said.

   "Edgar, I can't do everything," she said.  "What if the head of
personnel interviewed me about you, and I said that I thought you were a
great candidate, and she asked me if you ever disappointed me in any way,
and I said that I was sorry that you hadn't signed on to the new employee
error program.  That would look worse."

   "You'd never do that to me," said Edgar.  "I know you better than that."

   "But Employee Relations can't take a chance on something I say having a
negative bearing, don't you see, because of the lawyers?  So I wouldn't be
involved.  But Edgar, your record speaks for itself."

   "But other candidates will have their bosses advocating for them," he
said.

   "All right, Edgar, that's on the tape, too, now," she said.  "But we're
starting to go around in a circle."

   "I don't want anyone to hear this tape," said Edgar.

   "I don't either," she said.  "But your lawyer will want to hear it.  I'm
going to make a copy for the consultants that erases everything except my
explanation of the new policy.  I can see I need a lot of help in
explaining that better."

   "I don't want a lawyer either," he said.

   "I think I've done the best I can with the worst case scenario, so I
want to end by moving away from that.  As of now, nothing is going to
change in our office relationship.  When and if you make a mistake that
costs the company money, you will be receiving the forms where you sign off
on the new rules.

   "I won't schedule the meeting for your official reprimand until a week
after you get the forms, in case you want a lawyer to look them over.  You
don't have to make your final decision until we meet."



   He had frequent meetings with Janet, but she didn't mention anything
about the new policy again.  Eight department managers reported to her, and
from some things mentioned in passing, the seven others had signed on to
the new policy but didn't know that he hadn't.

   A couple of months later, he heard that two of them had been disciplined
under the new rules, one man and one woman, but neither of them would tell
the others what had happened.  The two became like a private club, saying
things to each other that no one else understood and laughing at private
jokes.  Then, one by one, the others joined the club.  Edgar was sure that
the woman who was No.  7 made a mistake on purpose because she was dying of
curiosity.  He wondered if Janet had computed that into her error reduction
program.



   Cynthia was the reason for his first error four months later.  When they
got home after dinner and the play, she asked him why he had acted like he
was angry at her the whole evening, and he apologized and lied and said he
was really angry at himself about something at work, and he shouldn't have
taken it out on her.

   But it was her fault that he had rushed to get home.  Last time they
went out Friday night, they had to rush through dinner to get to the
concert on time, and she had been moody all night.  That would have been
better than the awful feeling in the pit of his stomach.  He couldn't get
rid of it all weekend.

   On Tuesday, Janet stopped by his desk and dropped off a two-page form
and said, "I'll see you next Tuesday in my office at 10 a.m."

   After she walked away, he quickly stuck the form in his desk and looked
around.  He didn't think anyone saw him.  He met with Janet a couple of
times during the week, but she didn't say anything about Tuesday.  He
wondered if she could tell that the form was eating him up inside.  He was
afraid to look at it, but he felt it was attacking his stomach with death
rays that caused nausea and continuous pain.

   On Monday, he finally dug out the two-page form and looked at it.  He
read it over four times and still didn't understand it.  He didn't sign it,
and he walked into her office the next day holding it in his hand.

   "Please close the door and bring me the form and have a seat," Janet
said calmly.

   "I see you haven't signed it," she said.  "Do you want to talk about it
or have you decided against the new error reduction program?  I'm fine with
either choice.  By the way, our conversation is being recorded."

   "It doesn't say anything," he said.

   "It says that you agree to be humiliated by me in any way I chose," she
said.

   "That covers a lot of territory," he said.  "You could destroy me."

   "Do you think I'd do that?" she said.

   "No," he said.  "I trust you.  You don't need to put it in writing, but
if you promise me that you won't do anything to, to, to--."

   "To humiliate you, Edgar," she said.  "To mortify you.  To degrade you.
To embarrass you.  To give you nightmares when you remember what I did to
you.  I promise you that's what I WILL do if you sign the form.  That's how
this program works."

   "You didn't do that to the other department heads," he said.  "They
laugh and joke about it.  Why is it different for me?"

   "Because you are different from them, Edgar," she said.  "They have no
shame.  They have done lots of disgusting things in their lives, and they
don't have a high opinion of themselves.  Even so, they didn't laugh and
joke when I humiliated them in this office, and they know I'm going to keep
working until I find something that really gets to them.  Everybody has
something they'd rather die than do, and I'll find out what it is for each
one of them.

   "You're sensitive and have strong ideas of modesty and decency.  Those
are all good traits, but they make it much easier to humiliate you."

   "Will you hurt me?" he said.

   "Yes, but now you're just wasting time," she said.  "You're not afraid
of pain."

   "Do you really think it will be good for me if I sign," he said.

   "You know the answer is yes, Edgar, because I told you that before, but
now I have to add something to that because of the lawyers.  What I think
doesn't matter.  This is only an experiment, and there are no guarantees.
The form says that if this turns out to have side effects and repercussions
that are unanticipated and negative, you don't hold the company
responsible."

   Edgar looked down at the carpet.  He couldn't think of anything else to
ask.  He was shaking.  Then he felt something on his shoulder.  He looked
up.  It was Janet.  She had gotten up and come around her desk and was
standing next to him.  She was smiling at him, with a finger straight up in
front of her lips telling him to keep quiet.  She motioned for him to stand
up.

   He stood up and she took her hand in his.  It felt warm and comforting.
She led him over to the conference table and motioned for him to sit down.
When he did, she sat down next to him and put the form in front of him.  It
had been in her other hand.  She took a pen and pointed to where he should
sign and then gave him the pen and put her finger up to her lips again to
remind him not to say anything.

   For some reason, he didn't hesitate and signed right away.  She quickly
pulled the form away and pushed it out of reach at the other side of the
conference table.  She took each of his hands in one of hers and put them
on the table and smiled at him while gazing at him.

   "Thank you, Edgar," she said.  "Now that you've signed I can tell you
something that I wasn't allowed to reveal unless you agreed to the program.
The consulting company told us about several options that we could choose
from, and I chose this one.  Each time I need to discipline and humiliate
you, not only will I not file a report of your error in your personnel
file, I will also remove one recent report from the file.

   "I'm not worried that you will take advantage of this, because your
entire body language since you walked in the office tells me you will do
your utmost to prevent errors and avoid the consequences.  But I wanted you
to know that even when you have to come in here and be humiliated, there is
one more good side to it.

   "Now I'm pressing this switch to turn off the recorder, because I also
have the option of keeping your humiliation completely secret, even from
human resources.  So no one is going to know for sure what you're going to
do right now."

   She stood up and let go of one of his hands.  She tugged at him with the
other until he was standing and then led him over to her large couch where
she stood next to him, facing it.

   "I want you to stand right here in front of the couch and face the
wall," she said.  "I'm going to sit down here, next to you and face the
wall, too.  I'll be looking straight head.  There.  I'm ready.  Now
unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants and let them drop to the floor. 
You don't have to look down if you don't want to.  I'm waiting.

   Edgar was trembling so hard, he felt like his body was coming apart. 
His hands were still at his sides.  He felt her take the hand next to her,
his left hand, in her right hand, and then her left hand was on it, gently
stroking it.  "You can do this, Edgar," she said softly as she continued to
stroke him.  He stopped trembling, and she let go of his hand.

   "Drop your pants now, Edgar," she said.  Her voice was stern now, as if
he were a little child, and she was his mommy and wasn't going to brook any
nonsense from him.  He obeyed.

   "Now, take off your boxers," she said.

   He began trembling as he removed them, but when he stood straight facing
the wall again, he was still.  His shirttails were hanging over his
genitals.

   "Lift up your shirt and gather it above your waist," she said.  It took
him a few seconds before he took a deep breath and lifted his shirt up.

   "Now turn to the left, Edgar," she said.  He turned and looked down and
saw her sitting on the couch starting straight ahead, not at his genitals.
He also saw that she had pulled her skirt high so that it was bunched up
and he could see the tops of her stockings.

   "You know what to do now, Edgar," she said.  "Give me your hands, and
I'll help you." She was still staring straight ahead.

   He reached down to where her hands were lifted up and let her grasp his
tightly and then let her slowly pull him down until he was lying across her
lap.  He twisted his head and look at her.  She was no longer looking
straight ahead.  She was looking down at his naked buttocks and smiling. 
He turned his head to look at the floor.  He was suddenly feeling nauseous.

   "Adjust yourself so you are as comfortable as possible," she said.  He
didn't move.

   "Don't!" she said.  Her bare hand came down violently on his rear, and
he screamed as it made contact.  She was using all her strength, he
thought. She paused for a second and then said another word as she again
ripped into his buttocks and he screamed again.  She continued speaking and
spanking.

   "You.  Ever.  Do.  That.  Again.  Edgar.  Do.  You.  Hear?"

   After the last word and the last swat, she stopped and labored to catch
her breath.  She had put so much effort into her swats that she was out of
breath.  He looked around and saw she was still staring at his buttocks. 
He was crying but trying not to make a sound.

   After a while, she said quietly, "Get up and get dressed, Edgar.  You
can leave whenever you want to."

   He stood up and lowered his shirt to cover his burning buttocks and
walked to the other side of the office with his clothes and got dressed
with his back to her.  He turned around and saw her gazing at him.  "Use my
washroom if you want before you leave," she said.  She must have seen the
tears, he thought.

   He looked at himself in the mirror and saw the streaks down his cheeks.
He washed them off, and adjusted his clothes and stood there.  He realized
that he wanted to leave her office as fast as he could, but he was also
afraid to leave her office.  He felt that everyone who looked at him would
know what had happened.  He knew that was irrational, but he still felt it.

   He adjusted his shirt one more time and walked back into the office. 
She was sitting at her desk, looking at her computer.  Her face was hidden.
He wondered if she was still smiling.  He heard her voice.  "Let's have
lunch tomorrow," she said.

   He didn't answer and walked to the door and opened it quickly.  And then
he died.  Standing outside were all the other department managers.  Did she
tell them?  No, she wouldn't do that.  They must have found out by looking
at my posted appointment schedule and guessed, he decided.  Maybe someone
found out that I had messed up.  They were all smiling, but they didn't say
anything.  Maybe they can see that I'd like to be swallowed up by quicksand
right now, he thought.  I must look like I'm scared to death.  I am.

   Finally, one of them said, "Welcome to the club" and reached out to
shake his hand.  But Edgar didn't respond, because he knew his hand was
cold and clammy.  He tried to smile, but he wasn't sure he succeeded. 
"It's all right," said one of the women.  "You'll forget all about it by
tomorrow." They began to leave.  A couple of them clapped him on the back.
When they were gone, he walked back to his office as if he were in a
trance. The frightened expression on his secretary's face told him how he
looked, and he rushed into his office and closed the door and collapsed
into his desk chair.

   That night, Cynthia told him he looked terrible and asked him what had
happened at the office.  He told her he had his worst day since he joined
the company and didn't want to talk about it.

   At lunch the next day, he was subdued, and Janet was excited.  "I'm so
glad you agreed, Edgar," she said.  "I couldn't say it because of the
recorder, but the minute I looked at you when you walked into the room, I
knew that it would be perfect for you.  None of the others responded
anything like you did.  I'm so pleased."

   "You sound like you can't wait to humiliate me again," he said.  "You
were really enjoying yourself, weren't you?"

   "I shouldn't admit this because you report to me," she said, "and you
aren't supposed to know my weaknesses, but you know me so well that I can't
hide anything from you anyway.  Yes, I tried to be the strict
schoolteacher, but I was getting incredibly turned on.  And I even snuck a
peek at you know what.  It wasn't excited at all but still impressive. 
Cynthia is a lucky woman.

   "But don't get the wrong idea, Edgar.  I'm interested in fewer errors,
not more.  Don't forget, your performance -- and all my managers' --
reflect on my performance.  If I reduce errors, Ann is going to be happy,
and I'll also have a better chance to move up.  From what happened
yesterday, I think you'll be a cinch to get below 10 per cent."



   Two months later, at the weekly managers meeting, Janet said that each
of them would see a small bonus in Friday's paycheck.  It wasn't much
because things were so tight, but it was a token of appreciation for their
efforts.  Division wide, their errors had dropped by more than 10 per cent
in the last six weeks over the year before.  And she felt sure they were on
a roll and would even improve on that.

   Edgar listened to her speech without much emotion.  He saw the other
managers look at each other while she was talking.  They were less happy
than he was.  They no longer joked about their special club.  Apparently
after trying spanking on all of them, Janet had done enough research to
find something each of them found so distasteful by their second reprimand
that it gave them nightmares, too.  Janet never discussed any of them with
him, except to tell him one time that he still held the record for the most
extreme reaction.

   His second error came the next week.  It wasn't really his error, but
committed by Joan, a young woman in his department.  She had misunderstood
instructions that he given her both orally and in writing.  When she came
to his office for her official reprimand, he thought of Janet's new system
for a second.  Joan was good looking and had a voluptuous body.  What if he
followed his manager's lead and began to humiliate employees reporting to
him?  Would he enjoy degrading this innocent beauty as much as Janet had
enjoyed degrading him?

   The thought went out of his mind when he saw that Joan was deathly
afraid that he was going to fire her.  He spent the entire reprimand
session reassuring her and calming her down.  He toned down her mistake in
his report and mentioned how frightened she had been.  A couple of weeks
later, she told him that Janet had stopped by her desk and talked to her
and reassured her that she was in no danger of being fired and that Janet
considered her a trustworthy and loyal employee who could be counted on to
go the extra mile when needed.  Edgar thought that was strange, because
Janet rarely spoke to employees below the manager level.

   He knew that, technically, he was required to take responsibility for
Joan's mistake, and he did on the report.  Although Janet had to officially
reprimand him, in her report for the personnel file, she would always
detail extenuating circumstances.  He wondered how she would handle that
now.

   "Please close the door," she said as he walked in.  "And please lock it,
too, just as a precaution."

   "Why?" he said.

   "You know why," she said.

   "But you've read the report," he said.

   "Yes," she said.

   "So you know why the error happened," he said.  "As her manager, I have
to take responsibility, but--"

   "You're still thinking about reports in the personnel file," she said.
"But I'm not doing reports anymore.  This way is far more efficient."

   "So you're saying you're going to humiliate me now," he said, "even
though--."

   "Even though it's not fair," she said.  "The answer is yes.  You already
know all the reasons the company gives for assigning responsibility to
managers for mistakes of their subordinates that result in financial
losses, so I won't waste our time by going over them.  I still have to
include this in my quarterly error report for Ann, and she'll reprimand
me."

   "But she'll get the whole story in your report and go easy on you for
anything that wasn't really your fault," he said.

   "Yes, and that's one reason I implemented my special option about the
reports," she said.  "Remember, not only is no new report going into your
personnel file, but one of the previous reports is being deleted.  That's
to make up for situations like this.  So you are being rewarded for falling
on the sword for Joan, if that's the way you want to think of it."

   "This is just plain wrong," he said, starting to tremble.  He was angry
that he couldn't come up with anything better, but he saw that nothing was
going to sway her, so his mind was already preparing for another spanking.

   "I'm sorry you feel that way," she said.  "Now take off all your
clothes. You can bend down to take your socks and shoes off, but otherwise
I want you to stand and face me while you disrobe."

   "Wait," he said, his voiced squeaking.  "Are you punishing me for what I
just said?"

   "No," she said.  "You were probably expecting to be spanked again.  But
the consultants said not to use the same humiliation twice unless you
couldn't avoid it.  Each time should be different, and each time should be
stronger, if possible.  So take off your clothes now while you face me."

   After he was standing naked in front of her for a few minutes, she said,
"Step up to my desk, right in the middle and look down.  Do you see that
paper plate from the break room.  Move it wherever you want."

   "What?" he said.

   "You didn't let me finish," she said.  "Move it wherever you want, and
then start masturbating while you face me.  When you come, everything has
to go on that plate.  I've cleared the desk, and whatever doesn't hit the
plate, you'll have to lick up."

   He stood there looking at her in astonishment, but she didn't say
anything else and just smiled back.

   "You want me to miss," he said, and he hated how that came out.  It
sounded like a petulant little boy talking back.

   "Yes," she said.  "I won't lie.  That would make it even more
humiliating."

   "But nothing is going to arouse me," he said.  "I can't do this."

   "Oh yes you can," she said.  "You have permission to close your eyes
until you are hard.  Think of your beautiful wife lying naked in bed
waiting for you to mount her.  Or think of Joan, that beautiful, sexy girl
in your department who messed up.  You must have had fantasies about her.

   "Or think of Gloria.  She's even hotter than Joan, and she's a blonde."

   "How do you know Gloria?" he said.

   "I make it a point to meet employees in all departments reporting to
me," she said, and from her tone of voice, he could tell she was lying.  He
knew better than to point that out.  He realized then that something had
changed in their relationship.  She was no longer the trustworthy mentor he
could share all his problems with.

   As he was thinking these thoughts, she continued to smile at him.  He
was frozen with indecision, and his face must have told her.

   "I know you can do this, Edgar," she said.  "But if you choose not to,
you can opt out of the new error reduction program.  Nothing will happen,
except I'll file reports the way I used to.  I won't submit the error you
got spanked for, but I'll have to restore the report that I deleted from
your file.  So it will be like nothing changed.

   "But you can do this.  I know it's disgusting and mortifying, but
remember, that's the idea.  Close your eyes and think of Joan and Gloria.
Think of them naked.  Maybe they are both naked and lying in bed with you
and eager for you to make love to them."

   It took him a long time to become aroused.  He tried to think of
Cynthia, but that didn't work.  Joan worked.  When he became hard, Janet
told him to open his eyes and look at her, but that made him soft again. 
He had to start over several times.  It took him almost a half hour to
finish.  He saw a disappointed look in her eyes when only a couple of drops
splattered on her desk.

   It took another 10 minutes before he could make himself lean over and
lick up the drops, and then he ran to her washroom and threw up.

   "Lunch tomorrow," she said as he walked out of her office, her voice
chirping.  He walked straight from her washroom to the door without looking
at her.  Thank goodness, no one was waiting for him this time.  He didn't
look at his secretary as he rushed back to his office and closed the door.
He sat in his chair thinking for ten minutes before he forced himself to
clear his mind.

   It stayed out of his mind until he went to bed.  For some reason,
Cynthia was in an amorous mood, and when he told her, he was too exhausted,
she wouldn't take no for an answer.

   "I can see you had a bad day," she said, "but I'm going to make sure you
go to sleep happy.  Leave it to me.  You're always the one running things,
but tonight, I'm in charge of you.  Just lie on your back and be passive
for once and don't worry about how it looks.  Tonight, you're the one
looking up to me, and I'll take care of everything."

   He resisted, but she didn't listen, so he gave in and lay on the bed and
closed his eyes.  She's going to be angry when I fall asleep on her, he
thought, but tonight I don't care.

   In a few seconds, his eyes were wide open.  She was a wild woman with
her hands and her mouth and her breasts, and it didn't take long for her to
get him aroused.  Then she got on him and rode him for what seemed like an
hour, shifting to different positions and having at least one orgasm in
each one.  He enjoyed watching her, but although he stayed hard, he didn't
come.  He felt like a robot.  She didn't seem to mind until she said, "I
could go on all night, but I'm going to be dead in the morning." After that
she got off of him and took him in her mouth as she manipulated his
testicles.  It took only a minute for him to come, and he was sound asleep
before she returned from the bathroom.



   At lunch, the next day, Janet was in a great mood, but he had a hard
time looking at her.  Though she didn't bring up anything about the day
before, he had trouble responding to anything she said.  She soon gave up,
and the lunch was silent.  After that, their lunches no longer included any
subject but business, and though they still were productive, he no longer
looked forward to them and got through them as quickly as he could.

   It was two months before the next reprimand, and this one surprised him,
because at first, he couldn't figure out what had gone wrong.  The error
involved both Joan and Gloria, but neither had done anything against
company policies.  It seemed to be a case of bad timing, and he didn't call
either one in.  But he had to make a report.

   A few days later, he got a call from Janet.  "Your reprimand is Friday
morning," she said.  "You need to wear sheer bikini panties to work that
day." Then she hung up.

   He sat there stunned until his secretary buzzed him about a call.  The
rest of the day, her words kept coming back to him.  Was this part of the
increased humiliation, starting three days before their meeting?  Was part
of it forcing him to buy sheer bikini panties?

   He got through the day and tried to cheer up at home in front of the
kids, but he was happy when they went to bed.  He went to the living room
and sat down in the dark while Cynthia cleared the dishes.  She came and
sat down beside him and held his hand.

   "It was another of those days today, wasn't it?" she said.  "But I'm
going to run things again tonight and make you feel better." She took his
hand and dragged him to the bedroom.  This time, she spent a lot more time
on foreplay, doing things to him that she had never done before.  Once she
brought him to the edge of an orgasm, and then she stopped as he moaned in
frustration.

   "See what you've been missing, Edgar," she said.  "If you would let go
more often and not try to always be the strong man who's always in charge,
you'd be a lot happier.  Let me be the boss and I can take you to places
you can't imagine." Once again, she mounted him and rode him to multiple
orgasms.  For the last one, she held him tight, pushing her large breasts
hard into his chest.  Then she slammed her rear into him harder and harder
until he exploded.  She collapsed on top of him and stayed there for a few
minutes until she caught her breath.  "That was amazing," she said.  "You
didn't notice it because you came so hard, but I had two more orgasms. 
Isn't it great when you let me run things?"



   He worried about the panties throughout the next day, but he couldn't
bring himself to go to a store and buy them.  He was sitting in the dark
living room that night again when Cynthia handed him a small box.

   "What is it?" he said.

   "Something I picked up for you today," she said.  "Let me turn the light
on."

   When he opened it and saw the panties, he almost fainted.  He couldn't
speak, only stare at Cynthia, who smiled at him.

   "Yes," she said, "Janet consulted me before she started the new
disciplinary system with you.  She wanted to make sure that you could
handle it.  She told me all about how it worked and how you are almost sure
to get a promotion next year.  And she's called each time and told me what
she did and how you handled it.  She assured me that although it was sexual
humiliation, there would be no intercourse involved.

   "When she gave me her reports, I got so excited I could barely wait for
you to get home.  Not only is she helping you at work, but she's made a
huge difference in our love life.  And I think it's helped the difficulties
in our relationship, too.  I don't mind anymore about your obsession about
not doing anything that might make people think less of you.  Whenever, you
do or say something that used to irritate me, I think about what she did to
you and what we're doing in bed, and I'm not angry at all.  Tonight, I've
got some really exciting surprises for you."

   Edgar didn't stop staring at her.  When she took his hand, he tried to
pull it back.  "Come on, Edgar," she said.  "I'll make you forget
everything."

   "No!" he finally said.  It came out loud and startled him.  He lowered
his voice and said, "I can't stop thinking of you and Janet working
together.  For some reason, that's more humiliating than anything she's
done to me."

   She tried a couple of more times to get him up, but he wouldn't budge.
Finally, she gave up and shouted at him in frustration.

   "You're still Mr.  High and Mighty, Edgar," she said.  "You don't know
what's good for you.  Maybe on Friday, Janet can bring you down another
notch."



   When he walked into Janet's office Friday morning wearing the panties
under his slacks, he stood tall and held his head up until he looked over
the couch and saw Gloria sitting there.  Then he felt like his skeleton was
melting and he was turning into jelly.

   "Shut and lock the door, Edgar," said Janet, but he couldn't move.

   "Gloria, would you please go and shut and lock the door," she finally
said, and Gloria got up and did.  Then she sat back down on the couch.  He
snuck a glance in her direction and saw that she was staring at him.

   "Gloria volunteered to help me today," said Janet, "because I decided it
was not good policy for me to touch you, and it could also hurt my
marriage. This is as strange for her as it is for you.  When I talked to
her, I found she was loyal to you and was uncomfortable with my request.  I
gave her a few Internet links that showed her what I wanted her to do, and
I told her that I would call her back in three days.  She didn't have to
look at the links, and even if she did, she could decline my request and it
wouldn't affect her job status because you wouldn't be told anything about
our discussion.  That was over a month ago.

   "She not only went to the websites, but she found others and even
practiced with her boyfriend.  She realizes for what she's going to do to
you this morning, she will receive my thanks and nothing more.  You and she
will not discuss this outside of my office or with anyone else.

   "She's very loyal to you, and at first, she was sure you were being
forced to do this, because she said a man like you would never agree to do
these things of his own free will, even after I explained the error
reduction program to her.  She read the form you signed, and I explained
how this program was also cleaning up your personnel file and increasing
your chance for a promotion.  She said she now understands why you want to
do this even though you find it repugnant.  She said she has some friends
who will sleep with people to get ahead, and she doesn't condemn them even
though she never would.

   "Your work relationship will not change after this morning.  She will
still be your loyal employee, and you will be the manager who looks out for
her best interests.  Do you understand, Edgar?"

   "Yes," he said quietly, thinking to himself that most of what she just
said were distortions or lies.  How could his relationship with Gloria ever
be the same?  How would she look up to him again as a boss that she
respected?  How could he ever face her again without feeling sick inside?

   "Take off your clothes and lie down on the couch on your back, Edgar. 
Gloria, bring that chair from the board table over to the couch along with
the things on the table."

   Janet brought another chair near the couch and sat in it.  "Go ahead,
Gloria," she said once Edgar was lying down.  "She is putting cloth straps
around your legs at the knees, Edgar, and there are ropes attached to the
straps.  Now she's laying the ropes out over your body and going behind
you. She's pulling the ropes so that your legs are lifted up in the air and
a little back, raising your buttocks off the couch slightly.  The ropes
will be tied to the couch legs behind you to keep that position.

   "Then she's going to wrap straps around your wrists and attach them to
the legs of the couch, too, but she won't pull those tight.  You'll be able
to move your arms, but only slightly, and you won't be able to lift them.
Did you practice this on your boyfriend, too, Gloria?  You did that fast.

   "Now you know what to do.  The lube is in the squeeze bottle.  I'm not
going to say another word until you're done.  I'll be moving around you as
I make the video, but just ignore me.  Oh, I almost forgot this."

   As soon as he heard the word "video," Edgar realized this had gone too
far, and he started to move.  Just as he opened his mouth to shout, Janet
shoved something big into it and quickly slipped an elastic strap over his
head to hold it in place.

   "The ball gag is in place, so Edgar won't say anything he'll regret
later," said Janet.  "You can begin, Gloria."

   When Gloria put her hands around his penis, Edgar's whole body jumped.
"Please, relax, Edgar," she said softly.  "It's not going to be that bad.
Just five times, and we're done."

   "That's enough, Gloria," said Janet.  "You're not supposed to speak to
him.  That was your choice.  I wanted you to verbally abuse and belittle
him like those women you saw on the Internet, but you said you wouldn't do
that.  So you can't say anything else."

   Gloria began playing with his penis and his testicles, stroking them and
manipulating them.  His penis became hard right away, and then she began
pumping it with her left hand while her right hand worked on his testicles,
no longer gently, but roughly.  She pulled them in different directions and
squeezed them in different ways.  This is similar to some of the things
Cynthia has been doing, he thought.  Did Janet teach both of them what to
do?

   Despite the discomfort and occasional pain to his testicles, his penis
was responding to Gloria's left hand, and he began breathing faster as he
felt his orgasm about to arrive.  Then two things happened at the same
time: Gloria's left hand let go of his penis, and her right hand twisted
his testicles viciously, then let go and began slapping them hard.  He
screamed with agony into his gag.

   Gloria stopped the attack and sat back in her chair.  He turned his head
and glared at Janet, but all he could see was the camera in front of her
face.  Then he felt Gloria's hands on him again.

   The assault on his testes had affected his arousal.  His penis had
fallen, but now Gloria was pumping it again, and eventually it became hard
once more.  Then her right hand began playing with his testes, as it had
before.  Despite what had happened a few minutes before, he was ready to
come before he even realized what was happening.

   Then once again, he screamed.  This time when Gloria let go of his
penis, she didn't attack his testes.  Instead, she began swatting his right
buttock that was raised in the air in front of her.  Again and again, she
swung her arm and put her whole body into each stroke.  He looked at her
face, and she was staring at his penis.

   She didn't stop until his penis had withered again.  Then she began
stimulating it and his testes again.  Now he realized what she was doing.
She had told him she was going to do this five times.  That meant three
more times, she would bring him to the edge of orgasm and then attack him
until he was no longer aroused.  He didn't think he could take three more
times without fainting.

   But he did.  The third time, she attacked his left buttock and the
fourth time she twisted his testes and slapped them again.

   The fifth time, she kept on pumping his penis and stroking his testes
until his first spurt, then she let go of his penis, stood up and bent over
him striking his buttocks with both hands as his penis jerked up and down
and his sperm flew out over his stomach.  He felt no satisfaction from his
ejaculation, only the pain from her hands swatting his rear.

   "You may go now, Gloria," said Janet.  "You might want to go to the
washroom first and fix yourself up before you leave.  Your face is very
red."

   After Gloria left, Janet moved both chairs back to the table and sat at
her desk.  Edgar lay on the couch staring at the ceiling and breathing. 
She had taken off his restraints and his gag, and he wanted to say
something.  But he couldn't think of anything that would make sense.  After
a while, he got up and went to the washroom and cleaned off the dried sperm
and got dressed and left.

   That night when Cynthia walked up to him after she put the kids to bed,
he held his arms out and said, "Don't come near me," and he went to bed. 
It took him a week before he could look at her without feeling sick to his
stomach, and another few days before he would have sex with her.  When she
saw how reluctant he was, she told him that she would handle everything the
way she had before.  He was glad to let her and tried not to think of Janet
as he watched her give herself orgasms using him as her sex robot.  She
didn't seem to mind his lack of enthusiasm that night, nor the other
nights, because they continued to have relations the same way.  It reminded
him a movie he once saw about a family in the 1900s in which a mother was
explaining to her grown daughter that whether she liked it or not, she had
to perform her wifely duties for her new husband.  He felt like he was
performing his husbandly duties as she used his body for her pleasure.



   He wondered how well the error reduction system was working.  His
department errors were slightly lower after a few months, and he asked
Janet at one of their business lunches how the others were doing.  "Theirs
have dropped more dramatically than yours," she said, "but that's because
they were much higher to begin with.  I've just completed my quarterly
review with Ann, and she's really impressed."

   Somehow that gave Edgar no satisfaction.  He also didn't like it that
Janet seemed to be spending more time visiting his department than the
others.  Each time he saw her there, she stopped in his office, but he
noticed that she was talking a lot to Joan and Gloria.

   When he came to work to find another error that seemed to be caused by
an unfortunate situation that no one could have anticipated, he got
suspicious.  It was less than a month after the previous one.  Something
was fishy, but the inventory transfer that triggered the unfortunate event
couldn't have been known to Joan or Gloria, so it seemed to be another
coincidence.  Edgar felt in his gut that it wasn't, but he had no proof,
and he didn't want to accuse two of his best employees with a wild
conspiracy theory.

   When Janet called him to tell him when his reprimand appointment was
scheduled, he said, "This is the second one this month.  That's an
increase, not a reduction.  Aren't you afraid Ann is going to notice?"

   "Thanks for your concern, Edgar," she said, "but she looks at the
division figures as a whole, and all the other departments are doing so
well that a few more errors in your department for the quarter won't affect
anything."

   When he hung up, he knew, the coincidence wasn't a coincidence.  Janet
was making sure she could reprimand him whenever she felt like it.  She was
using him for some kind of psychosexual thrill.  And there was nothing he
could do about it.

   The day before the next reprimand session, she called him just before he
left the office.  "Before you come in tomorrow, you need to have an enema,"
she said.

   "Excuse me," he said.  "Are you insane?" He was amazed that he was
talking to her that way.  Maybe it was because he had looked over his
resume earlier that day and wondered if it was time to leave.  His company
was the class of the industry, and it would have meant stepping back to go
to work at a competitor, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could take
Janet's schemes before he cracked up.

   She ignored his response.  "Maybe it will take two enemas," she said. 
"Give yourself enough time, but don't come to my office until you are
totally clean inside.  Goodbye."

   He looked at Cynthia when he got home.  Did she know?  When he went to
brush his teeth before he went to bed, he found out.  There were two prep
kits for him next to the wash basin, along with a note signed by Cynthia
that said, "I love you." He almost threw up right then.

   Somehow he got through with it the next morning, but his head was
hanging when he left, and when he saw Cynthia smiling at him, he rushed by
her.  Gloria was sitting on the couch again when he entered Janet's office.

   He was put into the same position as before, but this time as Gloria
pumped him with her left hand, she began pushing lube into his anus with
her right hand, and then she began sticking finers into him and pushing
them in and out in the same rhythm as her left hand was pumping.

   The first two fingers felt good, and at one point, he was close to
coming and she stopped pumping and squeezed his penis at the base.  But
after the third finger, he started feeling discomfort and disgust, and it
got worse from there.  When she pushed her whole hand into him, the pain
almost made him faint, but when she made him come with it inside, it was
worse, because he felt like a piece of garbage.  Gloria watched him crying
for a while before she slowly and carefully pulled her hand out and went to
the washroom.

   After she left, Janet spoke to him as he lay on the couch.  He felt like
his anus had been destroyed, and the waves of pain were not diminishing. 
"Take your time, Edgar," she said.  "And after you feel strong enough to
get up, I want you to take the rest of the day off to heal.  And let
Cynthia distract you tonight.  You need to take care of her, because a
divorce doesn't look good on your record.

   "Usually, I want these sessions to be a surprise to you, because that's
more effective, but anticipation can also be effective, because sometimes
it can terrify you even more than what you actually do.  So I'll tell you
that the next few times, Gloria is going to continue to work in your ass.
She'll do something new each time, maybe going in and out in time to her
hand pumping your cock, maybe making her hand into a fist that she punches
into your ass, maybe sticking her arm deeper inside -- all the way to her
shoulder if she can.  And then she'll start using both hands in various
ways.  At that point, we'll need someone else to attend to your penis.  You
can guess who that will be.  I haven't decided for sure, because I think
Cynthia would enjoy participating.  She loves the videos I've sent her. 
But I don't know whether it would set a bad precedent to have the wife
involved in disciplining her husband."

   Edgar wished he didn't believe what he was hearing, but he knew that
Janet had found a way to cause an error for him whenever she felt like
degrading him again.  And he couldn't see how he could do anything except
wait for the next summons.

   When he arrived at work the next morning, Joan was already there, and
she watched him walk slowly and painfully to his office.  A second after he
sat down, she walked in and said, "What's wrong, Edgar?"

   "Nothing," he said.  "I'm OK."

   "I'm worried about you," she said.  "You don't seem to be yourself
lately.  Is there anything I can do to help.  You've been wonderful to me,
and I owe you a lot.  We all do.  We wouldn't want anything to happen to
you."

   "Thank you, Joan," he said.  "It really means a lot that you think so
highly of me.  I wish some other people felt the same way."

   "If they don't, then it's their fault.  I know it can't be Janet,
because she's always telling me how great you are and how lucky I am to
have you as my mentor and how I need to be prepared to go out of the box to
help you get a promotion if necessary."

   He recoiled from her, and his face must have shown his horror as he
realized Janet was grooming her to be the second woman involved in
degrading him.

   "Did I say something wrong?" she said.  When he didn't reply, she looked
at him quizzically and said, "I better leave now, but I wanted to make sure
you know how grateful I am to you and how loyal."



   Two days later, he had just hung up on an early morning conference call
when she burst into his office and closed the door behind her.  He had seen
her staring at him from her desk the moment she came in, and she was crying
so hard her body was shaking.

   "I don't believe it, Edgar," she said.  "Please tell me it isn't true. I
almost slapped Gloria when she told me."

   "What are you talking about, Joan," he said.  "Calm down and sit on the
couch.  There are tissues at the corner of my desk."

   She looked at him as she blew her nose.  She started to say something,
and then she stopped.  She stood up.  "I'm sorry," she said quietly.  "I
know I'm not supposed to let personal feelings get in the way of my work.
Please excuse me." She started to leave.

   "Wait a minute," he said.  "What was that all about?"

   "Nothing," she said.  "I apologize for my outburst, and you probably
need to reprimand me."

   "I'm not going to reprimand you," he said, "but you need to tell me what
got you upset."

   "I can't," she said, "because then you'd have to give me a severe
reprimand for violating confidentiality."

   "Does this involve Janet?" he said.

   "I can't tell you," she said.  He saw in her eyes that he was right.

   At that moment, he thought to himself, I wonder what Janet told her?  I
wonder what she thinks of me?  Is she disgusted?  Does she realize that I'm
not the man she thought I was, that I'm not worth looking up to, that I'm a
disgusting, revolting trained monkey who has no backbone?  He felt sick as
he thought of his situation.

   As he looked at her, he saw her concern for him, and he saw how
beautiful she was and how young.  He started to think about what Janet
might have her do to him.  Janet would destroy her illusions, not just
about him but about any man she might admire or love.  She was going to
corrupt her like she corrupted Gloria.  As he looked at Joan, his nausea
went away, and it was replaced by anger.

   I'm lost, he thought, but she isn't yet.  Look at her.  She really cares
about me.  I'm not going to let them drag her down to my level.  I don't
care what company rules I violate, and I don't care what they put in my
file, and I don't care if I'm fired, but I'm going to protect her.  She
started to leave again, and he said, "Sit down, Joan.  I need to think for
a moment."

   After a few minutes, he said, "Joan, I don't want you to tell me
anything that Janet or Gloria told you in confidence.  But I want you to
sit here for about 15 minutes or so while I tell you some things.  I'm
asking you, not ordering you.  Will you do that for me?"

   "Of course," she said, sitting down.

   As he told her the whole story, from the beginning, including his wife's
involvement and what Gloria was doing, her face became pallid.  When he
finished, he said, "Stay right there.  Don't stand up.  I'm going to get
you a glass of water."

   When he returned with the water, she had her head in her hands and was
sobbing.

   He sat down at his desk and waited for her to stop.  After a few
minutes, she lifted her head and looked at him forlornly.  She drank the
entire glass of water as she continued to look at him.

   "Edgar," she finally said, "they're not going to get away with this. 
I'm not going to tell you what Janet said to me, because it was the same
thing you just told me except all twisted around to make you seem like a
pervert.  You know what makes me the most sad is your wife.  I know I'm
being stupid and you're ten years older than I am, but if she ever leaves
you...

   "No, that's not what I wanted to say.  What I want to promise you is
that one way or another, I'm going to stop this."

   "No you're not, Joan," he said.  "The only reason I told you this is so
you wouldn't get sucked into it.  You're young and smart and beautiful. 
I'll write you a great recommendation and help you get another job before
they do to you what they did to Gloria."

   "I'm not leaving you to the wolves, Edgar," she said.  "I'm already
thinking of something.  Excuse me, I need to go now."

   "Don't do anything stupid, Joan," he said.  "You have your whole life
ahead of you." He wasn't sure if she heard because she rushed out of his
office, and he saw her go to Gloria's desk and almost lift her out of it as
she dragged her to the women's lounge.

   He observed both of them closely the rest of the day and looked over at
them a few times the next day, but they didn't seem to be doing anything
out of the ordinary.



   Three days later, his phone was ringing as he walked into the office.

   "What's going on over there," Janet said when he answered.  Her voice
was loud, and it sounded as though she was stressed.

   "What do you mean?" he said.

   "Five errors in three days," she said.  "That doesn't smell right."

   "Did you arrange them?" he said, calmly, "like you arranged the last two
with Joan and Gloria.  Do I have to have a separate reprimand for each one,
Janet?  Do you think I'm stupid?"

   "Listen to me, Edgar.  I'll talk to you later about what's on your mind,
but I'm telling you that you need to find out right now what's happening in
your department.  I have nothing to do with it.  And two of the errors
involved large amounts of money, which could mean big trouble.  Are you
going to get on it or not?"

   "Of course I will, Janet," he said.  "I'll have a report for you by this
afternoon if you like."

   "I need that report immediately," she said.  "Put that ahead of
everything.  Got it?"

   "I've got it," he said and hung up.

   He saw the errors on his computer immediately, and he also saw that each
of them involved Joan or Gloria or both.  What game is Janet playing now?
he thought.  He called Joan and Gloria for them to come to his office, but
neither answered the phone.  He left his office to look for them but
couldn't find them.

   He went back to his computer to see if he could find out anything more,
but it was pretty obvious.  There was nothing he could do until he spoke to
the women.  About an hour later he saw them walking together to Joan's
desk, and he ran out of his office and told them to follow him.

   They sat down together on the couch, and he said, "What's going on?"
They smiled at him and looked at each other.

   "I'll tell him," said Joan.  "First of all, Edgar, you have it all wrong
about Gloria.  She's as loyal to you as I am.  The way they got her to do
those things to you was to make her think you wanted her to do them so you
would get a promotion.  You never said anything to contradict Janet, so she
decided that it was no more disgusting than sleeping your way up the
ladder. She's really sorry.

   "When I told her what was really going on, she realized that the things
Janet was telling us to do in secret wasn't to help you or the department.
She was just looking for a way to have more of her sick fun with you.  When
we told Ann, and she showed us how it worked, we felt really stupid."

   "Ann!" said Edgar loudly.  "How does Ann know?  You didn't go to Ann,
did you?"

   "We didn't go to her," said Gloria.  "She summoned us to her office this
morning.  We just came back from there."

   "What did she say?" he said.

   "Not much," said Joan.  "The two big money errors raised alarms on her
computer, and when she looked at the data, she saw that we had been
responsible for both of them, as well as three others in the last few days.
So she called us personally and told us to report to her office.  That's
what we had hoped would happen."

   "She couldn't believe what I told her," said Gloria, "especially when I
told her that Janet told me that after Joan whacked you off while I fisted
you, she was planning to have you eat out our assholes and we were not
supposed to wash back there for two days before the discipline."

   "Why did you say that, Gloria?" said Joan.  "You're disgusting.  Edgar
didn't need to know that.  Look at how pale he is.  Are you all right,
Edgar."

   "Yes," said Edgar.  "What did Ann say to you?"

   "She told us to get back to work, and if there were any more errors this
week, she was going to fire both of us," said Joan.  "She said she would
check out our wacky story and for us to be prepared to be suspended without
pay for at least a week once she found out the real story."

   "That doesn't matter," he said.  "All three of us are going to be
history in a few days.  What were you two thinking?"

   "We were thinking that if they fire you over this, we'll go with you to
your next job," said Gloria.  "This team is too good to break up."

   "You two are nuts," he said.

   "Edgar, I've never heard you talk like that," said Joan.  "You aren't
such a stuffed shirt after all.  The whole department respects you, but
everyone wonders why you always act like you've got something up your ass."

   "Like my hand," said Gloria.

   "Gloria, don't you ever say that out of this office," said Joan, "or
I'll kill you." But Gloria's laughter was so infectious that she started
laughing, too, and then so did Edgar.  This may be my last laugh here, he
thought, so I may as well enjoy it.



   He waited for the sword to fall, but he didn't hear from Ann, Janet or
anyone else before the weekend.  On Monday morning, he got a call from Ann.
"Edgar," she said, "it says you work out in the company gym before every
Wednesday morning before you come to the office, is that right?"

   "Yes," he said.

   "Well, go ahead and have a good workout this Wednesday, but as soon as
you're done, report to my office for an early meeting.  After the meeting,
you can go back to the gymn and shower and change.  Understood?"

   "Yes," he said.

   He felt foolish reporting to Ann's secretary in his workout clothes.  He
tried to wipe away some of his sweat, but he knew didn't look or smell
appetizing.  "Go right in," she said.  "They're expecting you."

   Ann was sitting at her desk, and Janet was sitting in front of her
looking fresh and beautiful.  She stared at him and sniffed when he sat
down.  She didn't look happy.

   "I'm sorry for making you come here right from the gym, Edgar," Ann
said. "but it was important to get this resolved right away, so all of us
could move on.  You've heard rumors about what's coming up for our company,
and both of you are important parts of our plan.

   "I found out about the error reduction initiative first from Joan and
Gloria and then spoke to the other department heads in Janet's division. 
It was an interesting idea and extremely effective, but it had the
potential for problems, as we've all found out.  So today is the last day
we'll be using that plan.

   "In discussing this problem at the executive committee, I said that the
policy of not differentiating between a loss of one penny or a thousand
dollars was also looking shaggy to me, and they agreed.  Starting tomorrow,
small errors of any kind will be dealt with informally, and only major
mistakes will get a formal reprimand and report.  So despite the disaster
of last week, I think our company will be stronger as it moves ahead.

   "The last thing we need to take care of then is Janet's reprimand, which
is why we're all here.  I'm going to implement her system one more time --
for her.  Janet and Edgar, stand up and take off all your clothes while
looking at each other.  No, you're not going to have intercourse.

   "Janet, you are awfully slow.  There, finally.  OK, now Edgar get on
your hands and knees on the couch and move all the way to this end.  That's
it.  Now Janet, get on your hands and knees behind him.  Yes, just like
that.  Now take one of his buttocks in each and hand pull them wide apart.
Good.  There's a lot of hair in there, and it looks really sweaty, Janet.
OK, you know what to do now.  I'm waiting, Janet.

   "That's it.  More enthusiasm please.  Lick it hard, like an ice cream
cone, and then stick your tongue in there really deep and push it in and
out with your face.  I'm not taping, but I'm watching, and until I see that
you totally forget your dignity and really attack his anus with your tongue
and your whole mouth, we can't move on.  That's better.

   "I found out years ago that many of the humiliating things people do to
each other are things they are the most afraid of doing, so when Gloria
told me what Janet was planning, it helped me make plans for today.  Keep
going, Janet.  It's OK to stop and gag every once in a while.  And if you
need to throw up, just go into my washroom.  We'll wait.

   "But I see you are handling it fine.  Think about the profit sharing
while you are enjoying eating Edgar's anus.

   "That's enough.  Now you are going to change places, but he's not going
to eat you, Janet.  Instead, he'll massage your vagina with his fingers. 
Yes, I had your secretary bring over the lube you were using, Janet, and
it's not going to waste.  I don't think it will be hard to take his fist in
your vagina because you've had two kids, but the anus might take more time,
because Edgar's hands are much bigger than Gloria's.  But we're in no
hurry. I want to see each of his hands totally swallowed up by your vagina
and anus.  And then we'll be finished.

   "One more thing.  After today, you'll each have seen the other totally
humiliated, so try to forgive each other because I'm not splitting your up.
You have been one of our best teams, and we'd like that to continue, so
even before our expansion, we're going to promote Edgar to the same level
as Janet.  Your title will stay the same for now, but you'll get the same
pay as Janet and you'll report to me.  But I want the two of you to
continue to meet and share ideas.  If any of them sound crazy to one of
you, you'll run them by me from now on.  If you can't stand looking at each
other and one of you wants to quit, I'll understand, but I hope you both
believe in the company's future as much as I do and want to stay for the
ride."



   When he walked in the door smiling, Cynthia rushed up to him and
embraced him and kissed him hard on the mouth.  "What happened?" she said.
"This is the first time you've come home smiling in months.  Did you get a
raise or something?"

   He looked at her, and his smile disappeared.  "Yes, honey, I got a
raise, and I'm very happy at work now," he said.  "But I'm not happy at
home.  We need to talk after the children are in bed."

   She was quiet all through dinner, and after they said good night to the
children, she followed him to the living room, where he turned on the
lights.  "No more sitting in the dark," he said.

   "What did you mean before," she said.  "Do you want a divorce?"

   "If that's what you want, Cynthia," he said.  "There's a beautiful woman
10 years younger than me who wants me, and she's a special person."

   "Have you slept with her?" she said.

   "No," he said.  "I told you when we were married that I don't cheat."

   "And I told you the same thing," she said, "and I never have."

   "I know that, Cynthia," he said.  "It's not about that.  I guess I'm
flattered that she wants me."

   "Why wouldn't she?" she said.  "You're a great catch."

   "Do you still think so?" he said.  "The way you've been treating me for
a while, even before Janet started humiliating me, I wondered.  Are you
happy that Janet humbled me?  Now I'm just like everybody else."

   "You'll never be like everybody else," she said.

   "Joan thinks I'm a stuffed shirt," he said.

   "Is that her name?" she said.  "Well, Joan is right, but even though
your attitude got tiresome at times, I never stopped loving my stuffed
shirt.  So where do we go from here?"

   "I can tell you where I'm going," he said.  "I'm going to try to not be
as overbearing and rigid and uptight.  This whole thing has shown me how
important my image is, which is that it's not important at all.

   "I'm not going to try to run everything from now on.  I'm open to
sharing responsibility and giving in to you.  We can do that stuff you like
in bed, but I won't be passive anymore.  If we're going to go on, we've got
to work on everything together, including sex.

   "I guess the big question for me is loyalty.  When I found out you were
working with Janet, that hurt me more than anything she did to me.  I love
the children, but no matter how wrong you think I am, if you ever work
against me behind my back, we're talking joint custody." He was looking
down as he talked, and when he finished, he looked up to see her crying.

   "What I did was wrong," she said.  "I realized it soon after Janet
called me for the first time, but I just got sucked in and couldn't think
of a way to get out.  I was scared to ask you to forgive me when you were
so down, so I just enjoyed myself and tried not to think about where this
might end up.

   "I'm still scared, but I'm asking you anyway to forgive me.  And I don't
care about how rigid you are anymore.  Your life is an example for the
children.  You're not perfect, but you're a lot more perfect than me.  I
need to be less selfish and think about you more, including in bed."

   She stopped talking, and the room was quiet.  He heard her crying. 
Finally, she spoke softly.  "Do you think we still have a chance?" she
said.
   

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