It was Suzy’s third reprimand for inappropriate work clothing and that wasn’t good. Not good at all. She couldn’t help it, she liked clothing that showed her off more than most anything else. Well, almost anything. At twenty seven she felt she was not quite at her peak of female form and, despite a decent office job, felt no reason to adopt the business dress standard at her large office block.

Why shouldn’t she wear mini skirts? None of the men complained, in fact, many offered to personally help her when she used the ladder to put supplies away and held it so she was safe when on the rungs. Or when she used the company fitness facility and wore her Wicked Weasel bikini to swim and stretch. It was the complete freedom of movement she needed to keep fit. Those outfits netted two letters and she had to watch some stupid video with a dull women in a pant suit speak about sexual harassment in the workplace. She had actually gone to buy a few new outfits after that and wore mostly shapeless items to work until the attention from HR stopped.

After a week from the thong bikini write up, she figured she was safe again so went to work in some short, thin, loose linen shorts. She didn’t want panty lines so went without. She knew she shouldn’t reach over on the ladder but she balanced by lifting her leg to the alternative side and, with the manager of another department to steady the ladder, she was able to reach way over to get the box on the top shelf. She knew it was a bad idea to do that in front of the HR person on the Health and Safety committee as she saw the third letter cross her desk.

The third was not the charm in this case but rather resulted in a meeting with HR to discuss the dress code. She tried to dress appropriately for this meeting and was prompt in her arrival.

“Ah, Ms. Smith, please come in. I am Beth Parkins, the HR Manager here. We met when we hired you.”

The HR manager was a stern woman in great shape for her age. Beth Parkins had been with the OBVTV Company for nearly thirty years, straight out of college, and into what proved to be a dream situation… a small department with very little to do other than enforce the various rules of the company. OBVTV wanted happy productive employees that did their jobs and were rewarded for it. Somehow, they had cracked the concept that a happy worker is a productive worker and that profits soared when everyone benefited. So when there were ripples, action was taken. Today, Suzy was the ripple.

“I see here you have been written up three times for dress code infractions.”

Suzy nodded.

“Yes, Ms. Parkins. I have received three letters and a verbal warning.”

“Yet you continue?”

“Ms. Parkins, but I dress to show off my body. I’ve worked so hard to get into this shape that I deserve to show it off.”

“Ms. Smith, you must follow company rules while at work, however.”

“But no one has ever complained to me directly and said anything.”

“I have four complaints logged and recorded that were investigated and found to have merit.”

“But…”

“It was precisely your butt that got you into trouble the first time, Ms. Smith.”

“But, it was my first casual Friday and I didn’t realize that casual meant business casual. I love wearing those short out with friends and wherever.”

“Those ‘shorts’ as you describe them, covered approximately one fifth of your buttocks. With the crop top, it was close to a bikini you might wear while on the beach.”

“Oh, no, Ms. Parkins, I would never wear that on the beach. Maybe over my bikini but that would never do. Imagine the tanlines?”

“Well, I supposed that was a bad example seeing that you did wear what you would call a bikini to the company fitness facility for swimming and stretching sessions.”

“Right? That’s the sort of suit I would wear. Glad we sorted that out.”

“But, back to our discussion. As this is your third infraction. With this comes a specific punishment that involves a bit of shame. Our founders believed that we have moved away from feeling shame for our actions which translates into people doing whatever they want. At OBVTV, we want our employees to feel proud working for us and to do the right things.”

Suzy was worried. She had no idea where this was headed.

“Ms. Smith, you will be publicly shamed for your repeated violations of our dress code.”

“What, shaming? You can’t do that. It’s not fair and it’s not legal. No.”

Ms. Parkins opened the contract in front her to page sixteen where the shaming Clause 13 was clearly printed and turned the document to Suzy. She pointed to it and let Suzy read it.

“Is that in my contract, too?”

Ms. Parkins pointed to Suzy’s initials on each and every page and her signature on the back page.

“Wow. I guess I should have read that better. I’m still not doing anything shameful. No way.”

“It’s this or…”

Suzy gulped.

“I will give you ten minutes to consider your choice. If you choose no, security will escort you out and you will receive your two weeks of severance.”

Ms. Parkins showed her to a small office with a view of the courtyard. Suzy considered how much she enjoyed OBVTV and knew that few jobs would come close to the money and enjoyment she got there. Lost in that thought, she was startled when the door opened and Ms. Parkins beckoned her out.

“Have you made a decision, Ms. Smith?”

Suzy had seen Jerry from security in the hallway as she returned to the office. He didn’t have a smile this time.

“I did. I was wrong and I will make this up to OBVTV.”

“Ah, that’s so good, Ms. Smith. The shaming process will take as long as it is necessary for you to come back to my office and confess you feel actual shame. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ms. Parkins.”

“Good. Now take off your clothes.”

“Pardon?”

“Take off all your clothes.”

“Why would I possibly do that?”

“It’s the act that will shame you into dressing more appropriately at work. Full nudity during your work day.”

“What?”

“You will be fully nude, at work, during your working hours.”

“You have to be kidding?”

“No, our policies are quite clear.”

“So for inappropriate dress, you will make me work undressed?”

“Until you feel shame and report back to me, yes.”

“No matter how long that takes?”

“That is correct. Ten minutes or ten days or ten months.”

“And when does this start?”

“Immediately.”

Suzy stood and looked Ms. Parkins directly in the eye. After an awkward amount of time, she began unbuttoning her blouse. She let it slip down onto the floor as she moved to unhook her bra. That, too, fell to the floor. Ms. Parkins had the courtesy to blush so the button on Suzy’s skirt was next followed by the zipper to let it fall as well. There were no panties to take off.

“Okay. I accept this task.”

Suzy stood tall and proud in the stark office.

“You may begin work then, Ms. Smith. I will check on you later.”

Suzy walked out of the office and nodded to Jerry. He smiled and nodded back. The elevator ride down to her floor didn’t take too long but she started to feel the cool of the AC harden her nipples up. They stiffened fully when the elevator alerted her to her workplace floor and opened. Everyone was in their cubicle when she got off but the click of her heels on the tile created a stir as the rest of the workers looked out at her. She figured she would be barefoot as well but Ms. Parkins had explained that footwear was mandatory in the office due to safety regulations.

Her large breasts bobbed as she walked halfway down the floor to her office cubicle. It wasn’t much but it was hers. She had a nice window close with a good view of a small forest to make up for being in such a small room. It almost made up for the shaming.

“Hey, Suzy.”

One of the guys she always chatted with came up to her.

“Hey, Bill.”

“Shaming clause?”

“Yes, how did you know?”

He was about to answer literally when her smile stopped him.

“Funny.”

“Like what you see?”

“Ummm… yes…”

“Will you touch me?”

His hand was already on her breast.

“How long will you stay nude? Is it hard?”

“No, it feels great, actually.”

“I’ll get you coffee on the break, okay?”

Suzy took her seat and was glad for the fabric chair. The mesh back was cool on her bare skin but she got a sweater and put it over the back of the chair to warm things up. Before long, it was quite natural.

The Zoom meeting request came in from another company office and Suzy accepted the call and pulled on her headset. She was well framed from mid breast to the top of her head.

“Uhhhh, uhh, Suzy, did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No, no. Clause 13 in my contract.”

“Ahhhh, I see. Hope it works out well for you. One of the girls in our office was stuck with that for a few months.”

Suzy held her reaction but considered his words. The meeting wasn’t very important so she was able to circle back to his comment of ‘a few months’ as they finished up. She now knew this was ‘a thing’ for the company.

The cold of the AC had her dark brown nipples standing full. She had a light goose flesh as well with the rest of the chill. It had always been a cool office but now it was much more difficult to work. She found her winter heater that she often plugged in when it was cold and she was lightly dressed and plugged it in again. Suddenly her computer winked off as well as her light. She popped her head out of the cubicle to see what was up. Everyone else had power.

“Hey, Jim, my power’s off. Can you pop up and check it?”

Their maintenance man appeared shortly after the call and gave an appreciative whistle.

“Wow, you knocked everything on your circuit out with that heater. You know you can’t use heaters, right?”

“Really? It’s usually so cold in here. I just have to.”

“You can’t. Too much load from them.”

“Well, what can I do, it’s too cold for me like this?”

She gestured to her naked body. Jim’s eyes swept up and down as he noted the stiff nipples and the bumps on her arms. She arched her back so he could see the bumps were everywhere.

“Well, put in a maintenance ticket and ask for the temperature to be raised. It’s supposed to shame you, not keep you from working. Unless you feel shame, then just talk to Ms. P and end this. But I cannot leave this here as it will just flip the circuit again. Everything is setup to be able to isolate issues in the power, just in case.”

Once things were back on and Suzy said bye to Jim, she created a ticket and settled back into work. It was like any other day other than an increase in the number of colleagues to see her for one thing or another. She could often go hours with no interruption but today, it was every fifteen minutes or so. Some of the guys were there just to ogle her, which she appreciated and encouraged, but others were there for work and that happened just as normal as could be. Some combined both an ogle and work and those were best of all.

Ms. Parkin came to check on Suzy at the end of the day and to drop off her clothes.

“Ms. Smith, you have completed one day of shaming. Has this made any change in you?”

“No, Ms. Parkins, I have not been able to recognize the error of my way just yet. I certainly got cold in here but pushed through to be able to hopefully mend my ways.”

Ms. Parkins just looked at her.

“Very well. Let’s hope tomorrow reminds you of your need for appropriate behavior and the shame that comes from it. You may dress when your day ends and you are in the lobby. Once you are in the building tomorrow, please use the change room in the gym to leave your clothing for the day.”

She handed the neatly folded clothing to Suzy and walked off. Suzy smiled and set the small pile on her desk and looked out the window. She already had an employee locker in the change room for the gym so that would be easy enough to do the change. As an employee, she knew that when using any company facilities, she had to comply with their restrictions.

***

Five o’clock came and Suzy made her way down to the gym for an after work workout. It was her norm and despite her nudity, it wasn’t an option to miss one. She dropped her clothing off in the locker, pulled on her runners, which were mandatory for the gym, and walked in. It was busy as usual and Suzy made her way to the stretching area in front of the mirrors. It was slightly off to the side but visible from most of the gym floor. She grabbed one of the complimentary towels, laid it on the mat, and started a functional warm up of arm and leg swings, torso turns, and standing stretches back, front, and side. She had warmed up well so dropped into a few yoga poses including the downward dog, the cow, the puppy, and finished in happy baby. By the time she moved into a headstand, she had the full attention of the whole gym, male and female. She knew that whomever complained about her swimsuit must be here. She wondered how they would make a complaint about someone in the shame punishment.

While Suzy ran for sport, she usually ran outside but today chose one of the front treadmills. She set the program for an easy twenty minute warm up and stepped on. It started slow and allowed her to get used to her breasts bouncing unsupported but genetics and fitness had kept them firm so it was more like what every man pictured the start of Baywatch should have been. Suzy allowed her hips to sway more as well and put more bounce into her stride as she watched herself in the mirror. She had a slight sheen of sweat on her by the time her program finished and a surprisingly large number of gym goers had also decided to use the treadmills and bikes near hers.

She smiled and waved to the other regulars as she made her way to the machines. She had grabbed another towel to use for hygienic purposes, one for the seat, one for the back, and placed these in position for the chest press. As she took a wide grip on the handles, a collective gasp was apparent. Rep after rep let Suzy squeeze her breasts together and as she lowered slowly, her breasts separated. A few sets of those and she moved to the lat pulldown machine. One towel allowed her to slip under the thigh pads and stretch fully up. She twisted with the weight to stretch her back and as she did, she displayed the full peak of her chest to either side of the machine. She heard a stack of weights slam and someone cursed quietly under their breath. She made her circuit of the machines she knew and liked and made sure to get a full and complete stretch.

She finished up her lower body with squats to start. The gym went silent again as she showed perfect form and impressive depth as she sank deep into the squat. Her personal grooming could not be questioned after the first set as there was not a hair to be seen. Her grunts and moans as she worked hard ruined a number of workouts that day and a number of the men had to remain seated rather than stand for their sets. Suzy moved the pins in the squat rack and prepared for the next exercise. Most stood and watched in disbelief as she started her stiff leg deadlifts. She was never shy about her outfits in the gym, usually in spandex tights or a unitard, but the extra width of her stance and no clothing at all allowed everything to be revealed. Her lips were small and tight and her pucker stayed closed during the exercise. She really repped that one out to get a full burn and a full reaction. By the time she was done, it was more a viewer’s spectacle than a workout.

Finished, she dropped her towels into the bin and headed into the change room. One of the women from down the hall from her hurried in afterward. They had exchanged words before but nothing much beyond pleasantries.

“Suzy, do you feel no shame?”

While she asked the snippy question, her flushed face and reddened neck said more.

“I am working on it. I know I was wrong but… it may take a while.”

Suzy moved closer to Ronnie. There wasn’t much room between them. Ronnie’s chest heaved slightly with a breath.

“I just can’t control my actions, it seems.”

Another step forward found Ronnie pressed against a locker with Suzy right in her personal space.

“Not… at… all…”

Ronnie blinked and looked down at the ground.

“I should feel bad, I know I should, but…”

A slight movement forward and Ronnie jumped slightly.

“I really must shower and wash off this sweat.”

With that she turned and left Ronnie in place, red faced, and out of breath.

The shower was invigorating as she washed herself and stood under a blast of cold water to end it. A day of shame was just what she had needed. By the time she walked out of the shower, Ronnie had moved to her locker and had changed back into her work clothes without a shower. Suzy passed close to her as she left now dressed as the work day was completely done and she was off home.

“Bye, Ronnie, see you tomorrow…”

There was no response even when Suzy brushed her lightly when she walked by nor did Ronnie turn until Suzy passed then watched her walk out as she licked her lips.

***

There was an email for her when she arrived letting her know her heat request had been completed. It did seem much warmer in the building when she came in and undressed for her second day of shaming but she had paid it no mind. Now she could certainly tell it was warmer. The shirts of her male colleagues certainly reflected the increased temperature as well as the drips of sweat spotted the sides and back. Most had a couple of buttons undone. The women were in a similar state but as the AC had been so cool, most dressed for a cool day rather than a hot office environment so they were uncomfortable as well.

Another email went to all in the company to let people know there was an accommodation in place for an employee and that temperatures would remain high for an indeterminate amount of time. She heard the groans from the cubicles as everyone opened the email followed by exclamations when they read the part where summer casual would be the expected dress code with shorts and casual shirts acceptable during this hotter period.

Ronnie passed by on the way to the photocopier and Suzy caught her eye. She arched her back and pushed out her breasts before she spoke.

“So hot in here, eh, Ronnie? That heavy dress must be quite uncomfortable. Will you wear something lighter tomorrow? Nice sundress would be my choice.”

Despite her misgivings, Ronnie came closer.

“Do you think so? I’m not too big for it? I don’t workout nearly as much as you do or eat as well or…”

“Of course not. Something light and airy will make you feel so much better. No pantyhose either, right?”

“Oh, my.”

“Those must be so hot in here, no?”

“They are, yes.”

“Why not take them off?”

“Ummm…”

“Come close.”

Once again, despite herself, Ronnie approached and entered the cubicle. Suzy bent over a bit in her chair, slipped her hands under Ronnie’s dress, and ran her hands up Ronnie’s thick thighs and butt. Ronnie, too surprised to do anything, felt her pantyhose slipped down to her ankles before she could say a word.

“Step out of those.”

She slipped off her shoes and slipped the hose off without any protest.

“There. Feels better, eh?”

Ronnie nodded her head quickly as she bit her lip.

“Tomorrow a sundress, yes?”

“Yes, Suzy.”

***

The day went by without any hiccups. Ms. Parkins, all hot and flustered, stopped by to see Suzy.

“The change in temperature really affected the office. I have a number of complaints in about attire. Any chance you feel some shame?”

“No, not really, no. I am trying to fully understand what I did was wrong but it’s hard. I figure I need some more time naked to fully accept what I have done.”

Ms. Parkins’ blouse stuck to her as a few more drops of sweat rolled down her side. The long skirt looked heavy and hot as well.

“Well, like everyone else, I’ll wear something much lighter tomorrow.”