When I arrived at work on Tuesday morning I refused to look at any of my colleagues. I couldn't face the shame and the humiliation after what Vishal had done to me in front of them all. What I'd let Vishal do to me. I couldn't concentrate on my work, my mind too consumed with the memory of Vishal's hands on my body, spanking me, fingering me, making me cry and moan.

At about ten am, Mr Rajput came striding out of his office. He stood with his feet firmly planted apart and hands on hips, surveying the room that had gone eerily silent. He cleared his throat and in a booming voice demanded everybody's attention.