According to the law, she was a „dependent employee“. But how dependent she is differs in every country in the world. And the further east you go, the more female employees in particular are seen as servants who simply have to do what they are told. If they fail to do so or do not complete their tasks to the full satisfaction of their superiors, they are punished. And for very young employees, this can be a punishment that really hurts. Asian women are used to this – at home, at school and even at work. That’s why they are obedient into adulthood. Because they know what will happen to them otherwise.

The three men had known each other since their student days. They had worked on the same research projects and were recognized specialists in their field. It was about radar technology and the possibility of detecting tsunamis by analyzing the surface of the sea. A new technology that caused a worldwide sensation. And which ultimately led to the founding of a start-up that produced the necessary equipment. The three were already in their fifties, but after a career in research, they wanted to make a fresh start and run their own company.

Finding suitable employees was not really a problem. Academics who were willing to put in the work. Or talented students who were looking for a job to finance their studies. It was more difficult to find a suitable secretary. Someone who could take care of all the office work and relieve the three company founders of all the tedious routine tasks. In other words, a girl for everything, without whom a small team like this would be pretty much at a loss.

If they were honest, they had only hired the current one because of her looks. She’s simply an eye-catcher, said Gerhard. And she’s not wearing a bra, Hans-Peter remarked. Above all, she has a tight ass, Joachim noted. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that working independently was not her strong point. She did what she was told, but no more. And she insisted on finishing work on time, even when there were customers in the building and her help was urgently needed. She also had to be constantly supervised because she worked rather sloppily and never seemed to be on task.

„I’d love to lay her across the table and spank her bare ass,“ Hans-Peter blurted out one evening when he once again had to put a document into the right form himself because she was simply too incapable of doing it properly herself. This prompted nods of approval from his two friends and business partners. But they knew, of course, that it would remain a thought.

„It’s easier to get a female physicist with a doctorate than a simple typist for the office,“ they once lamented one evening when they were sitting at an Italian restaurant with an Indonesian business partner. „The young women today can hardly write without mistakes and are so stupid that you can hardly believe it.“ In Indonesia, you had to expect a tsunami at any time. That’s why they were particularly interested in the young company’s technology. They knew their business partner from their research project at university, where he was responsible for the practical field tests as a project partner.

„As I see it, your whole company actually works completely in English,“ said the scientist, who was not only a business partner, but with whom the three of them had an almost friendly relationship. „So you don’t have to have a German secretary if that’s only going to cause you problems. Why don’t you get one from Indonesia? Our women are not only well trained. They are also used to obeying your every word and, unlike a German employee, they will do anything to please their boss.“

The idea didn’t seem so far-fetched and the evening men’s group quickly agreed to forget all German applicants from now on and look around faraway Indonesia instead. The country was one of the company’s most important customers anyway and a local woman seemed promising. Especially when you think of the advantages that the Far Eastern colleague had to report.

„Girls are brought up strictly here,“ he informed his attentive listeners. „In rural areas in particular, the cane still reigns supreme in schools and there’s probably not a single girl who hasn’t felt it. And if not at school, then her father or mother has probably drawn thick welts on her bottom at home.“ But he had even more interesting things to say: „In professional life, young women in subordinate positions in particular are expected to be hard-working and dedicated. A superior will regard a young, unmarried woman as his own daughter and treat her accordingly. This means that if she has made a mistake, she will have to atone for it. And in the same way that she has been used to from an early age.“

Of course, this sounded promising and the three radar specialists agreed with their Far Eastern partner to find a suitable secretary and initiate the necessary formalities. The agreement was sealed with a handshake and, as they were at the best Italian restaurant in town, toasted with an Italian spumante. In passing, however, they let it be known that they were thinking primarily of a visually attractive specimen, not to say a real beauty. The three were married and already had teenage children. But a man is a man and no real man would pass up the opportunity to have a pretty woman in his sight every day.

The new girl was not long in coming. After just three weeks, we received an email announcing her arrival. The contract was attached and a passport photo raised hopes of a pleasant surprise. The granny apartment in Joachim’s house had just become vacant and he spontaneously offered to take the little girl under his wing. At the same time, the still annoying secretary was dismissed without notice. A suitable reason was quickly fabricated and a graciously worded reference was intended to pave the way for her to frustrate her next employer.

„Too bad, I really would have liked to spank her,“ Hans-Peter said before the personnel file was closed.

The new girl went by the name of Bethari and proved to be a very attractive creature. At least as far as her female attributes were concerned. She was rather petite, as is typical for an Indonesian woman. And she seemed to be damn young. She didn’t have impressive breasts, but on closer inspection you could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her business outfit left nothing to be desired and corresponded to what you would see in any open-plan office in the world. Under her rather tight-fitting anthracite-colored skirt, a typically female anatomy could be seen that no male eye could miss. When she leaned over the conference table to hand one of the attendees a freshly copied document, all the males present had clear thoughts. If she reached for a file folder on the top shelf of all places, the attentive observer was well informed about her choice of underwear today. She was petite, but not a beanpole. She was slim, but had quite pronounced hips. Her bottom was not voluptuous, but still unmistakably feminine.

Gerhard, Hans-Peter and Joachim were familiar with Indonesian customs by now. In Bethari’s home country, a girl was under her father’s control as long as she was not married. She was allowed to work – and Indonesians also attach great importance to a good education for their daughters – but this often meant that her father transferred his authority over her upbringing to her immediate superior, at least during working hours.

Bethari proved to be amazingly competent. She was an assistant and receptionist in one, welcomed every visitor with an almost personal warmth and made sure that no important customer meeting started without coffee already being made and all the documents ready. The three heads of the young company were finally able to focus on their actual tasks and no longer had to waste their time on administrative trivia. And they visibly enjoyed the presence of a beautiful creature who was clearly born to serve and who made it clear that she had never known anything other than eagerly fulfilling the requests made of her.

But girls like Bethari need a guiding hand. They become careless if they are praised too often. And they start to imagine something about their appearance when they are complimented. The consequences are forgetfulness, careless mistakes and a general tendency towards laziness.

The changes were gradual. The process of carelessness crept in imperceptibly over several weeks and was initially barely noticed by the bosses‘ offices. But at some point, even they gradually realized that Bethari had noticeably slacked off.

Typos can happen. But every text program today offers a powerful spell checker to draw attention to them. Incorrect spelling is highlighted in red, grammatical errors are underlined in blue. An attentive secretary should not overlook this and deliver documents that are free of imperfections. That was the case with Bethari at first. But recently, she kept delivering documents that she had clearly not checked for any spelling mistakes before printing.

Hans-Peter was the first to be annoyed. Until now, he had blindly relied on a letter being error-free and hadn’t really paid attention to it. But now it was the fourth time that a spelling mistake had literally jumped out at him.

„You have the cheek to foist such a document on me,“ he snapped at her one evening when he finally ran out of patience. „When I give you an assignment, I expect you to complete it reliably and flawlessly. You’re here to support me and I don’t want to have to check that you’ve done a good job every time.“ She stood there like a poodle and bowed her head guiltily.

He liked the way she was visibly embarrassed. He enjoyed her humble penitent attitude, which somehow reminded him of a little girl who had been caught stealing and was afraid of punishment. Sabrina, her predecessor, would have come up with some kind of excuse by now and would have shaken her ass provocatively and walked away.

It was already late in the evening. The other employees had already left and it was supposed to be Bethari’s last task of the day. But it was an ideal opportunity for Hans-Petr to give the young thing a little thrashing.

She stood just under a meter in front of his desk. Silent. Humble. Guilty. A young girl who was aware of her misconduct and made not the slightest effort to justify herself. Apart from a meek „I am sorry“, nothing came from her lips.

He stood up slowly, demonstratively tore up the faulty document and threw it in the wastepaper basket. Then he walked around the desk, took up position behind her and said in a calm but firm tone: „Bend over the desk, Bethari.“

It hesitated for a moment, but then obeyed and did exactly as ordered. The little beast knew what was in store for it. And she knew what posture to adopt. She didn’t just bend over the desk. She lay down on it with her upper body and bent her legs. Her bottom bent right at the edge of the desk and formed an almost perfect curve. Perfect for what awaited her.

So she knows exactly what she deserves, Hans-Peter concluded and let his gaze rest with pleasure on the girl’s perfectly presented rear bulges. Then he stepped closer, stood slightly to the side of her and gave her one, two, three, four, five rough blows with the flat of his hand before calmly walking back to his chair. „Go to your office, read the document carefully again and put it in my signature folder. After that, you can go.“

She left the room without a word. Like a chastised dog, he thought as he looked after her and wondered if he had been too lenient with her. In her home country, she would probably have had to push up her skirt and expose her little bottom to receive a few slapping strokes. But what hadn’t happened this time could certainly be done at the next opportunity. She would certainly make more mistakes. And if a man wants to, he can always find a reason to be dissatisfied.

Joachim was not so squeamish. He still remembered well what his Indonesian business partner had told him about the education of girls in his country. And he did exactly what she was obviously used to.

The reason was a little more serious than a typo. Bethari had forgotten a customer appointment, even though it had been scheduled for days. As a result, the traces of a conference from the morning were still visible in the meeting room. The coffee cups had not been put away, empty glasses and bottles were lying around and the room made anything but a welcoming impression.

Joachim was able to cover up the situation with a few humorous remarks and the customer didn’t seem to think much of it. But his warning to the young assistant was clear: „You’re at my disposal tonight. Stay at your desk until I call you. And now clear up the mess here immediately. Besides, it’s part of our service to offer the guest coffee.“

She guiltily complied with his request and it took less than five minutes for the conference room to be spotlessly clean. She apologized several times to the visitor, who was almost a little embarrassed by such obsequiousness.

The meeting was successful and the company had sold one more radar system. It was already around seven when Joachim finally returned to his office. The successful negotiation had put him in high spirits, but of course he had not forgotten the incident. Especially not because he had already prepared for it. Weeks earlier, he had pursued his secret wish and ordered an original British tawse from an English mail order company. A wide leather strap with a handle at one end, while the other end was pointed and divided into two tongues. He had thought that this instrument of punishment would definitely be used at some point. And tonight was obviously the moment.

„Please come to my office, Bethari,“ he spoke into the receiver after dialing her speed dial.

„Yes, sir,“ came the reply and it sounded anything but relieved. The small team was actually quite informal and they used to call each other by their first names. But it was different with Bethari. It seemed somehow inappropriate for a girl who was not even twenty years old to address her bosses, who were more than twice her age, by their first names. So she had been told that she didn’t have to address her superiors by their surnames, but could just leave it at „Mr.“. It wasn’t quite as formal, but still maintained the distance that all three of them felt was appropriate.

He gave her a little lecture when she finally came in with her head bowed. She humbly listened to his reproaches without interrupting his torrent of words. The first tears rolled down her cheeks as he called her a useless, lazy thing who couldn’t be relied on. And she winced when he finally said the decisive words:

„Take off your skirt!“

She knew that naughty girls had to be punished and this was probably not the first time she had heard a similar request. So she obediently went about undoing the side zipper of her skirt, which immediately lost its tight fit and slipped to the floor.

„The panties too,“ he insisted and she hesitantly complied with this request. Those who have been taught obedience from an early age simply submit to their fate and do what is unavoidable. She had probably spotted the leather strap on his desk anyway and knew what she was in for.

oachim picked up the ornately crafted leather and stood to one side behind her.

„Bend down and clasp your knees with both hands,“ he ordered.

She did as ordered, bent forward and rested her upper body on her knees. Her back arched evenly, her knees were slightly bent and her bottom took on exactly the roundness that is ideal for chastisement.

Joachim had no experience with a tawse. At best, his children had only ever received a slap in the face from him. He had never used a leather belt or even a cane. He therefore went a little too far and struck mercilessly and violently, eliciting a surprised cry from the little girl and causing her to jump forward while her hands shot backwards and clawed into the maltreated flesh. But she quickly changed her mind, went back to her old position, resumed the required posture and pressed her lips together in anticipation of the next blow.

This time he struck much less violently, but it was enough to make her fall to her knees in pain and elicit a soft whimper from her. He immediately repeated the procedure and gave her another four severe and unyielding blows. That made half a dozen and he decided that would be enough for now.

He went back to his desk, put the Tawse in the bottom drawer, where it would have a permanent place from now on, and said casually: „Get dressed again. You can call it a day now.“

Jürgen wondered whether it wasn’t easier to raise young girls in the past. Surely his two daughters would behave more submissively and feel less inclined to rebel against him if they had to worry about feeling the leather strap every time they misbehaved.

The next morning, he casually told Gerhard about the incident and he seemed downright delighted. „Asian women are known all over the world for their gentle nature and submissive behavior, and there’s certainly a reason for that,“ he said. „They are small and petite by our standards. But they are anything but fragile. And even as children, they know what’s in store for them if they misbehave, and that has a lifelong effect.“

He had already thought about what the right course of action would be if the new Indonesian assistant were to give cause for complaint. And he had come up with a solution that seemed obvious. A cane is made of bamboo and bamboo is at home all over Asia. So what could be more obvious than simply continuing the Far Eastern educational tradition that had enjoyed great popularity in this country two generations ago? Admittedly, the idea came to him when he was in a garden market recently and noticed a stand with bamboo sticks, as used by hobby gardeners to support certain plants. He couldn’t say for sure why Bethari came to mind. But following a spontaneous impulse, he had immediately selected three specimens, paying careful attention to the gradation in thickness between pencil-thin and thumb-thick.

Bethari looked like a little girl compared to the local women. But her bottom seemed to have a firm consistency and thus offered the best conditions to cushion a blow with the cane. In contrast, most German women, even at a young age, carried rather soft flesh through the office, which only kept its shape to some extent in tight-fitting jeans. A cane hit with force would probably sink in deeply and leave long-lasting marks.

As already mentioned, Asian women are as gentle, cuddly and submissive as any man could wish for in a woman. But they are also aware of their seductive power and will wrap any man around their finger who doesn’t know how to lead them with a firm hand and clearly show them their limits. Bethari was no exception. She clearly enjoyed being the only female in the company. She clearly enjoyed it when the compliments came flying her way. And she was aware that the men stared after her with eager eyes as soon as she turned her back on them. And as women are, she quickly learned to show off and show her male admirers more than is actually proper for a decent woman. For example, her skirts had become shorter and shorter until they were just able to cover the bare minimum and were made of enough elastic fabric to enclose her buttocks. And since the girl had recently taken to wearing only hot thongs instead of her once chaste panties, her colleagues were well informed about her anatomy and some of them thought to themselves at the sight of her that this horny beast with her tight ass was apparently just waiting to be properly worked over.

„As our assistant, you are also responsible for looking after our guests, Bethari. You are the first person they come into contact with as soon as they walk through the door. In a way, you are the calling card of our company. We would therefore like you to dress a little more respectably. So in future, wear a skirt worthy of the name, or a discreet dress, or a trouser suit.“

It had been last week when he had spoken to her about her inappropriate appearance and reprimanded her. And she had certainly reacted to this and dressed more modestly in the days that followed. But she was obviously reluctant to do so. And she had quickly come up with a new feminine trick. Instead of ever shorter skirts, which always led to embarrassing situations in the office, she now wore dresses without exception. They were no less sexy and emphasized her femininity in a completely different way. But at least they were long enough to avoid constantly revealing her minimalist underwear. However, even in her new outfit, she looked like a young woman who wanted to seduce and did everything she could to turn on every man present.

Her dresses, which she had obviously bought especially for the office, were in the usual discreet business colors somewhere between black and grey. But they were the kind of dresses that were made from an extremely stretchy material and clung to the wearer’s body like a second skin. The result was that no one could see underneath. However, the observer now had the impression, which was probably quite intentional, that she was wearing nothing at all under the wafer-thin fabric cover, i.e. that she was naked. No panties were visible and no bra seemed to be holding the small, perky breasts in shape.

Gerhard wasn’t the only one who saw this outfit as a deliberate affront. Hans-Peter and Joachim were also convinced that the girl had set out to provoke them all. A dress that was designed to trace the anatomy of its wearer as fully as possible was not really a piece of clothing, but at best the preliminary stage to the final unveiling. So the three managing directors set out to convey precisely this message to her. But not to give her the triumph of having beguiled her senses, but to rebuke her in a particularly humiliating way.

The entire management team was in the room when the young assistant was summoned to Gerhard’s office. The door opened and in walked an Asian beauty with the almost innocent aura of a young girl with the unmistakable physical attributes of a full-grown woman. She was carrying a tablet in her hand, as she had obviously assumed that she would be given some instructions, notes to be taken and some appointments to be arranged. Her posture radiated the confidence of a woman who is aware of her effect on every male. Her practiced smile was both a greeting and an invitation. But the lascivious game only lasted a few moments. She was still damn young. But she was a woman and therefore equipped with a sixth sense that instinctively picked up on the mood that prevailed in a room. And it didn’t bode well.

Gerhard had leaned back in his leather-covered executive chair and was playing with his silver ballpoint pen as he looked at her. His expression was sombre and left no doubt that there was a serious problem at hand. Hans-Peter was sitting on the edge of the desk with his arms crossed, giving him a relaxed yet determined look. Joachim was leaning against a sideboard that took up almost the entire width of the wall behind the desk. His gaze was also serious and his eyes were fixed on the woman who had entered, who was becoming increasingly uncertain.

„Put the tablet down and come closer,“ was Gerhard’s curt message.

She obeyed, placed the office device on the meeting table closest to her current location and stepped in front of the desk. However, she did not dare to take a seat on the chair that was waiting for her as usual. Moments of ominous silence passed. She felt insecure and sensed three pairs of eyes looking at her, scrutinizing her, almost undressing her.

„Is it common in your home country for an office worker to appear in an outfit that actually belongs in a disco or on the streets? Why don’t you just walk around naked? In this outfit, everyone knows what kind of body nature has endowed you with anyway“

She looked embarrassed and it was probably the first time today that she felt uncomfortable in this more revealing than concealing dress. At least she plucked at it nervously, but this only served to smooth out the last remaining folds and no one needed much imagination to picture the reality underneath.

„I asked you a week ago to dress less provocatively. I told you to dress as an office worker should. I told you that your miniskirts are totally out of place here. And what do you do? You put on a dress that is able to cover your ass properly. But it’s a tube of a dress and no man can look in your direction without getting embarrassed. Our clients in particular wonder whether we’ve hired you as an assistant or to go to bed with them.“

She had once again adopted that guilty attitude typical of Asians who want to express their submissiveness and only meet their superior with a lowered gaze. And she seemed to be afraid, which was easy to understand, because her situation was more than threatening. It was already past closing time. She was alone in a room with three grown men. She knew that she had nothing to say to justify herself and she was aware that she was helplessly at the mercy of what these three were planning to do to her.

„I’ll correct that,“ she stammered meekly. The three men knew that she would. But they also knew that she would not leave it at a simple apology. No, this young fruit was crying out for punishment. And a lasting change could only be expected from this assistant once it had been made clear to her that any further misconduct in terms of clothing would have painful consequences.

This was followed by a brief exchange of glances between three pairs of male eyes. A slight nod. A noticeable restlessness in the room.

„Take off that shameless dress, Bethari, right now.“ It was Jürgen who spoke to her.

She was visibly startled and for a moment it seemed as if she was simply going to run out of the room. She actually took a few steps back. She looked towards the door and the thought of escaping from this situation actually seemed within her grasp. But the men knew that it wasn’t quite that simple for her. Was she really prepared to swap her lavish European salary for the meagre wages back home? Above all, what would happen if her parents found out the reason for her resignation? And how would she ever be able to look her uncle, who had given her this more than lucrative job here, in the eye again?

As always in such situations, the tangible advantages ultimately decided the impulsive desire of the moment. Bethari also changed her mind after a short time and each of the three friends gathered in front of her knew exactly what thoughts had been running through her mind in the few seconds of hesitation. The disgrace she would bring upon her family, to whom she gave a considerable portion of every salary payment, certainly played a role. And her father had probably also appeared in her thoughts, who would certainly resort to the well-known means of punishing his daughter for her stupidity. Perhaps there was also the danger that she would be married off to some close relative without further ado and she would never have the opportunity to meet the love of her life.

So Bethari did what was expected of her. Two of the three men had already seen her partially naked. So what difference did it make to reveal herself to them all in complete nudity? So she boldly grabbed the hem of her dress, painstakingly peeled it up, pulled it over her head and exposed herself stark naked to the gaze of three men, any one of whom could well be her father in terms of age difference. That’s not quite, because a few thin strings in the area of her abdomen indicated that she was still wearing at least a hint of a garment there.

„Lie down over the desk,“ said Hans-Peter and slowly walked around the piece of furniture.

She obeyed this order too, dropping the dress that had become a shapeless ball of fabric to the floor and assuming the posture that, in her experience, was expected of a young woman who had been guilty of an offense. Once again her hips were right over the edge of the table and her well-proportioned bottom took on the exact curve that would inspire a man to do one of two things: chastise her or fuck her. Her face was now turned towards Gerhard, whose lips were pressed together in a determinedly thin line, while he gripped her arms with both hands and fixed her in her position.

It was Hans-Peter who stepped behind her first to begin what the Three had intended as her punishment. He loved the bright, slapping sound that rang through the room when a flat male hand came into contact with the elastic flesh of female buttocks. So he made extensive use of the curves that were perfectly presented to him, slapping them hard and causing the natural, light tan of her skin to take on a distinctly reddish hue. He liked the way she wriggled her legs wildly and. And he concentrated on the pleasurable detail that her thong, which already offered only minimal coverage, completely gave up its function and the tiny blob of clothing slipped between her legs so that he could look at her carefully shaved pussy unhindered.

When he had made her glow and felt the heat gradually spreading from the center of her body, he let go of her and made room for Joachim, who had been watching the spectacle with increasing excitement and was already eagerly waiting to finally be able to do his part.

Joachim had of course brought his martinet with him and immediately let the supple leather hit her exposed buttocks, which reacted with a fierce rebellion, while the Bethari let the first suppressed signals of pain escape her lips. The thong had now slipped down completely and become a felt of black cords that hung at the back of her knees and prevented her from kicking her legs too freely. Joachim’s supple wide leather strap therefore had a large area of action at its disposal, which included the girl’s exposed bottom as well as her taut thighs, which also turned deep red as a result. In the meantime, Joachim had explored the deeper secrets of his instrument of punishment and knew how to hit the depths between the buttocks and thighs with every rebellion of the slender body. Here, he knew, a woman is particularly sensitive and the shrill cries from Bethari’s mouth confirmed the accuracy of his realization.

But at some point it was also Gerhard’s turn, who had been giving Joachim a challenging look for a while to ask him to finally put his leather belt aside. He finally did so. He took over from his friend, who now had to use all his strength to keep the girl under control. He was actively supported by Hans-Peter, who held her down on the desk top with all his might at the point where her hips widened and her narrow waist merged into the provocative curve of her bottom.

On the sideboard lay the three canes that Gerhard had bought at the garden center and shortened to what seemed to him to be a suitable length. In view of the fact that the girl had already suffered extensively and he had come to form the climax of her punishment, he chose the thickest one and took up a position diagonally next to the still restless woman in the tried and tested manner. Mindful of his inexperience with a cane, he began with light strokes, which were apparently strong enough to elicit loud gasps. Then he increased the intensity and finally struck as hard as her teachers, masters and especially her father had probably done before. Soon her skin was covered in thick welts and only the warning glances of his two friends prompted him to stop the punishment and leave the sobbing, quivering body to its own devices.

The iron grips of strong male hands loosened. Bethari’s body remained twitching motionlessly on the desk. Her tormentors helped themselves to the bar and poured an old cognac over the event. They only noticed out of the corner of their eyes how their assistant slowly pulled herself together, awkwardly put her thong back in place and left the room with the crumpled dress in her hand.

They had given a disobedient assistant a lesson. This form of reprimand was perhaps unusual in a country where even parents are no longer allowed to pick up a cane. But it was exactly what she was used to. And what would have been done to her in her home country. Above all, however, her chastisement had an effect. At least Bethari’s clothes never gave cause for complaint again in the months that followed.