I'm a secretary, and I should know better than to gossip about the boss's extramarital activities. But I did, and now I'm paying the price. Literally. I'm hog-cuffed with metal handcuffs and ball-gagged on the floor, wearing my red blouse, patterned skirt, and black high heels.

I'm confused, annoyed, but deep down, I know I had it coming. Who spills tea about the boss and expects to get away with it? As I struggle, I realize this is just another day at the office for some people. The ball gag is making my jaw ache, but it's also making me think about the consequences of my actions.

This company is known for its "creative" approach to discipline, and now I'm on the receiving end of it. I'm left to ponder the price of gossip and the importance of keeping secrets. This is what a "time out" looks like here. And let me tell you, it's not exactly the kind of timeout you'd want to take.