work-it
Original: work-it on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A dominatrix in a leather cap, corset, and fishnets whips a blindfolded man with orange flame-like hair who is lying face-down. A burst reads "WHAP!"
Man: OH YES! NOW, TELL ME THAT I'M BAD AT MY JOB!
Panel 2:
Dominatrix: Bad at your job?
Man: YES! HUMILIATE ME! SPANK ME AND TELL ME IF I'D BEEN SMARTER, ALL THE EXECUTIVES ABOVE ME WOULD BE OLDER THAN ME!
Panel 3:
Dominatrix: You know in Europe, the fetishists like to have their bodies and lifestyles insulted.
Man: THIS IS AMERICA! I AM MY JOB!
Panel 4:
The man is now bound with rope.
Man: NOW SPANK ME AND TELL ME I COULD'VE NEGOTIATED A HIGHER SALARY!
Panel 5:
Dominatrix (looking weary): Jesus. I'm not paid enough for this.
Man: YOU ARE PAID PRECISELY WHAT THE MARKET SAYS YOU ARE WORTH!
Votey:
A close-up of the man's face, eyes squeezed shut in distress, mouth wide open.
Man: BANANA! BANANA!
A dominatrix in a leather cap, corset, and fishnets whips a blindfolded man with orange flame-like hair who is lying face-down. A burst reads "WHAP!"
Man: OH YES! NOW, TELL ME THAT I'M BAD AT MY JOB!
Panel 2:
Dominatrix: Bad at your job?
Man: YES! HUMILIATE ME! SPANK ME AND TELL ME IF I'D BEEN SMARTER, ALL THE EXECUTIVES ABOVE ME WOULD BE OLDER THAN ME!
Panel 3:
Dominatrix: You know in Europe, the fetishists like to have their bodies and lifestyles insulted.
Man: THIS IS AMERICA! I AM MY JOB!
Panel 4:
The man is now bound with rope.
Man: NOW SPANK ME AND TELL ME I COULD'VE NEGOTIATED A HIGHER SALARY!
Panel 5:
Dominatrix (looking weary): Jesus. I'm not paid enough for this.
Man: YOU ARE PAID PRECISELY WHAT THE MARKET SAYS YOU ARE WORTH!
Votey:
A close-up of the man's face, eyes squeezed shut in distress, mouth wide open.
Man: BANANA! BANANA!
Alt text
A five-panel SMBC comic depicting a workplace-themed BDSM scene. A dominatrix in a leather cap, corset, and fishnets whips a blindfolded, orange-haired man who lies face-down (a "WHAP!" burst). He cries, "Oh yes! Now, tell me that I'm bad at my job!" When she asks "Bad at your job?", he begs, "Yes! Humiliate me! Spank me and tell me if I'd been smarter, all the executives above me would be older than me!" She remarks that in Europe fetishists like to have their bodies and lifestyles insulted; he shouts, "This is America! I am my job!" Now tied up with rope, he demands, "Now spank me and tell me I could've negotiated a higher salary!" The dominatrix, looking weary, sighs, "Jesus. I'm not paid enough for this," and he replies, "You are paid precisely what the market says you are worth!" The joke turns capitalist anxiety into a fetish. In the bonus votey panel, a close-up shows the man's face scrunched in distress, mouth open, yelling the safeword: "Banana! Banana!"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.