Marie Marchette settled into her chair
at the boardroom conference table. She had just been elected Chairwoman
of the board of the major delivery company at which she had been an
aggressive leader for years. She had been the one who suggested
dropping the archaic term of "chairperson", since virtually all leaders
were women. The word "chairman" was becoming almost laughable these
days. What group of women in business would stand by and be directed by
a man, those naked members of society. The very idea of a naked man
standing at the head of the room, running the show, was ridiculous.
The last male chair of this board had been such a funny spectacle as he
stood naked, speaking to the mostly female board. The meeting broke
down in fits of laughter several times. We can't seriously operate with
a naked chairman, the women thought, and it had led to a move among the
women to replace him. This all occurred shortly after the Enforced Male
Nudity Act was passed into law.
Grant Parkerson had founded the company. He now held the position of
Attendant at board meetings, and General Office attendant in the
corporate office. This mainly consisted of waiter duties such as
serving coffee, making photocopies, and other general errands as
needed. It was a more fitting job for someone required to be nude.
Grant came into the room and busied himself with making coffee and
tidying up a few things, as the women of the board took their places
around the table. They began by settling the matter of minor route
changes for some of the branch offices. Then they approved the purchase
of a building for a new branch that was to open soon.
The final matter for discussion was in regard to policies on employee
appearance. Sally introduced the topic. "This company has become the
industry leader in many aspects of the business. Our branches are
leading the competition in almost every market we serve. One of the
selling points is our friendly, smiling service by the hunkiest male
drivers we can recruit. Some of our best clients have suggested that we
show off our 'assets' better, by requiring the males to be clean-shaven
in the pubic area. A proposal to set an official policy is before the
board. Please review it, and we will discuss it."
Grant walked around the table, placing a copy of the proposed
regulation in front of each woman. One or two of them gave him a little
pat on his bare bottom as he passed by. He didn't particularly
appreciate it, but knew better than to protest. He had once done the
same thing to a female employee, and some of these women knew that. Now
that the tables were turned, he had to swallow the same treatment that
he once doled out. And often more. He was naked, which offered greater
liberties with his body to these women.
"The proposed policy states that all male personnel must comply with a
daily inspection of his pubic area by the office manager, or a female
supervisor. The man's scrotum must be kept shaven in all cases. The
bush of hair above the base of the penis must be shaved in a one inch
perimeter around the penis, at minimum. It is preferred that it be
completely shaven off, but some of the drivers have wives, who may
prefer some hair on their men. We do have to defer to wives, who have
more say over their men than we do, but we need a fairly standard rule
of uniformity," Sally explained.
"Personally, I would like to immerse them in a depilatory cream from
the neck down," offered Rona. She saw Grant wince at that remark, but
he said nothing.
"Yes, that would be fun for you, I know," said Anita. "But not all of
us want our men totally smooth, like little boys."
"Oh, quit protecting that Danny of yours, Anita. You have a thing for
that particular worker, don't you?" Rona shot back, in her bitchiest
tone. "Men are all just little boys inside. The bodies grow up, but
they don't. They are so fragile in some ways."
"I know that! But I like them to look natural, and so do many of their
wives," Anita replied.
"Well, as long as it is the preferences of the wives we are catering
to, that is a valid point. But don't forget to consider the preferences
of the paying customers, too! That's where our income base lies," Marie
interjected, to mediate the budding cat-fight. "Just don't start
pandering to the preferences of the males. The grooming of their pubes
is a matter of taste for the women who view their penises, and it
should not concern any of us what the man himself thinks of having it
shaved. No one asked them their opinion when the law stripped them of
clothes. We don't expect to get their permission when we put the leash
on their dicks. So why would you ask a man whether he wants his crotch
shaved. If you don't want hair on him there, you shave it off of him."
At this point, she called Grant over. She stood and gripped him by his
penis and led him over to the wet bar, in view of the women. He kept an
electric shaver there, for touch-up grooming. Marie disdained facial
hair, and made him keep it immaculately shaved clean. She withdrew the
shaver, and buzzed off the bush of dark blond hairy curls above his
penis. The rest of his crotch was already smooth. "It is as simple as
that, ladies!" Marie presented his hairless crotch to the amused women.
"If you want your man bald-crotched, shave him!"
Grant was a single man. Marie knew he didn't have a wife to complain
about this, or to decide it for him. As her personal attendant in the
office, she claimed the power to make that decision about him, and this
was her dramatic way of showing the other ladies how she expected them
to handle the men under their supervision. "Ladies, if he doesn't have
a wife to make the decision on such a matter, make the decision
yourself, and enforce it, as I just did. When the hair is gone, its
gone. He can't stick it back on. Tell him that's how it is! If you
can't decide such a trivial matter as a man's pubic hair, how did you
get to this Board of Directors?"
Walking back to her chair, she said, "What I propose as policy is as
follows:
For married men, send a notice home recommending the shaving of his
crotch. If she agrees, it will be kept shaven. If she objects, you must
legally defer to her preference for grooming her man.
For single men, order their compliance with the shaved-crotch policy.
If they have objections, do as I just did with Grant, here. College
girls often shave their boyfriends according to their own taste, with
no problem. Can't you do the same?"
Grant was bending over, his naked rear facing the women, as he cleaned
his shaven pubic curlies from the shiny hardwood floor of the
conference room. Marie walked back to him, still holding the shaver.
She placed a hand firmly on his stooped back, telling him to stay put.
She began to shave the darker hairs curling along the cleavage of his
buttocks, and around his anus, which winked as he contracted it in
nervous embarassment, knowing that the several ladies present were
watching. He moved slightly away when he felt a pinch, as a hair got
caught and pulled by the shaver.
"Be still!" she scolded him. Finishing the shave, she grabbed a paddle
and gave him several stinging smacks to his naked bottom. This left a
warm, red glow on the fleshy tenderness of his soft buns. The
unexpected shaving and spanking had been a sudden shock, and left him
teary-eyed as he turned to face the women.
"Just overgrown boys. A good spanking still comes in handy for them,
you see!"
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