by Deva Long
Anna turned and raced back to the safety of the beer and music as if pursued by wild, rabid dogs rather than the delighted giggles of girls her own age enjoying some kinky play time in the park.
eight
“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” Mr. Morning’s stern voice broke into her reverie and she cursed herself. Why was she replaying rusty memories while lying over her boss’s lap with her own shining hills on display?
“I can’t afford to quit, and you know it.” You bastard.
“So it’s all about not quitting, is it? How about this? I’ll pay the money back for you, if you quit. You’ll get unemployment and I’ll even give you a good reference. But you will have to get dressed and leave the building now, and I’ll never talk to you again. Do you want to quit?”
When he fondled her with softness, his touch was sweet, and she had wanted both spanks and caresses from someone besides a nun since that day in the park. Besides, she wasn’t sure he could grant the gift he offered. Anna signed a contract. Miss Tolling could follow up with the legal claims, even if Caden refused to.
Caden Morning’s hand kept stroking her skin, moving from the small of her back down to the crease where he legs met her torso, then along the sensitive skin on the back of her thigh. Then back up again. His voice and touch soothed her. At the moment, Anna would do anything to stay a minute longer in his presence.
“The founders of this company feel quite strongly that corporal punishment is both beneficial and harmless. It requires less paperwork than docking pay and generates less upheaval than moving people from one position to another because of mistakes they make.”
He kept his hand moving with soothing strokes. The room warmed and a dense and musky scent wafted through the air.
“Some will say that punishment works for children and not adults. However, our research shows the opposite. Treating junior employees like children increases their productivity and reduces their stress level. Our legal department makes sure it is all in accordance with the court rulings on corporate religious freedom and flexibility in worker discipline over the last decades.”
Under the wash of his well-composed words and stroking hand, expectant tingles rose all over her backside.
What? This isn’t like me. Sure, I was aroused by the girls in the park and I’ve tried to figure out why since then. And there was the dripping that I did under Sister Mary’s hand when she beat me at school. But all that can’t mean I like this sort of thing.
Could it? Or is it a side effect of the new pill?
“What do you think of that idea, Anna?”
She shook her head to clear the mixed feelings swirling through her mind.
Caden pulled her blouse up her torso and she stretched her arms forward. Cool air brushed softly on the naked skin of her shoulders. He unhooked her bra and pushed it off her shoulders.
“I…I think it is a good one,” She looked him in the eye. “A good idea.”
“What idea, Anna? Be specific.”
Oh, he was being obtuse on purpose.
“The idea that employees should be punished rather than fired, sir.” She took a deep breath.
“You agree, then? Physical punishment will be more effective and entirely justified in your case?”
“Yes...”
Caden pushed her clothes to the floor, and pulled up his satchel. He opened the clasp with a quick flick of his left hand, his right resting on the small of her back, keeping her in place.
She craned her neck to better see inside. “What are those?”
“Managers of Darco may have several employees to discipline any given day, therefore, we don’t use our hands. There’s a section in the handbook forbidding hand spanking, in fact.”
Caden tilted the open case toward her. “These are some of the company approved punishment tools I mentioned.”
Anna gazed into what appeared to be a box full of snakes, coiled tight and ready to strike. One side held wider implements, straps, collars, handcuffs.
“One problem I need to discuss with you before we begin. Science tells us that about ten percent of the population are sexually stimulated by physical punishment, especially spanking and whipping. For some, the whole procedure is erotic. You must tell me right away if you feel yourself to be of this class, because punishment will not be effective. I’ll have to increase my level of severity to get through to you.”
Anna gasped. First, he rubbed her and caressed her in a most suggestive manner, and now he told her not to be turned on? There seemed to be no end to the confusion this man could create in her heart.
Caden’s hand dipped between her legs and lingered on the lips of her sex. They were slick with juices, dripping onto the fine leather.
I hope the cleaning lady’s special sauce will be able to prevent or repair the stain.
“Do you understand, Anna?”
“Yes, sir, I’m not turned on at all.” Her voice sounded fake to her, croaky and unsteady, like her throat had been taken over by one of the olive-colored frogs that clung to every doorway in the Florida spring.
“Good. Now roll over, please. I’m going to save your lovely backside for later.”
Trembling with the implications of his statement, Anna helped twist herself around. Caden removed and deposited the remains of her skirt and panties on the floor.
Now she lay on her back, stretched over his thighs, adoring his powerful and well chiseled visage.
“Open your legs,” he commanded.
Anna complied, turning bright red in shame, a flush coloring her skin from her cheeks right down to her thighs. He would be able to see everything. Surely, Darco could not have an actual policy of having senior managers treat junior staff this way and expecting to avoid erotic thoughts.
Caden rubbed his fingers over the fronts of her thighs and then jerked his digits up between her legs. Unable to help herself, she moaned in response.
“I’m glad to see you keep yourself well-trimmed here. I find it—the company finds it—hygienic for employees to keep themselves clean-shaven.”
He trailed his fingers up from her naked mons, rubbed them softly around her belly, then he moved them to her left breast. Caden rubbed her nipple erect and pinched her rigid point lightly.
“Sometimes, employee discipline will require some direct punishment of the sensitive nipples and breasts. We find it gets attention when other means have lost their novelty.”
Licking her lips, Anna said, “I’m sure you won’t need to do any of that with me, this whole thing is quite new to me.”
“I’m getting a feeling you are one of those who derive some pleasure from the act, Miss Whitehorse. I will have to punish you harder to break through to you.”
She shook her head. “No, no, I assure you I’m not enjoying this at all.” Between her legs, her traitorous pussy continued to release a steady drip, drip, drip onto the leather. Anna hoped he would not notice how the trickle had become a torrent.
Caden Morning reached over her head, selecting something from the box.
He held an odd chestnut colored implement in front of her and she couldn’t help laughing. He raised a questioning eyebrow.
“It looks like a miniature leather mop,” she blurted. The thing’s short black handle ended in an assortment of several dozen stubby leather thongs.
“This, my dear, is called a martinet. The word describes rigid adherence to discipline and this portable little whip does a fine job ensuring discipline is both painful and swift.”
He lowered it, trailing the dozen tips over her chest. Caden Morning twirled the martinet around each nipple and the tips sparked from her nipples to her brain and then to her sex. Anna’s clit grew stiffer and more juice slithered forth.
Caden’s hardness expanded and poked into her back.
He must be one of the ones he talked about, one who becomes turned on by punishment.
One of us.
She ached with anticipation and finally, he ended his excruciating delay wit
h a sharp “thwap,” sound when he lashed the fronts of her thighs with the tails of the Lilliputian whip. Reality proved more painful than fantasy conjectured and she jerked, discovering the amount of pain one strike could provide. Anna twisted her body, straining to escape.
“Oh, Mr. Morning, it’s too much, I can’t…”
He silenced her with two more hard strikes close together, one higher and one lower on her thighs. “Oh, oh, oh, please, sir, please…,” she babbled.
“Do you want to quit? You just have to say the word, dear.”
“And then?”
“Then I’ll stop, and you’ll walk out of here forever.” He looked at her with a disappointed expression more painful than his whip. “We’ve gone over the consequences.”
She shook her head no.
“No? You want me to stop or you want me to continue? Please state your preference clearly, Miss Whitehorse.”
“Keep…keep going, Cade — Mr. Morning.” She drew in a shaking breath. “I want to continue.”
“As do I. Now, please open your legs wider. I want to whip you here.” He trailed the blunt leather handle of the device along her inner thigh. “On the insides of your legs, where you are delicate and sensitive. Quick now, obey me.”
Fighting against her instincts to shut her legs on the pain, Anna strained to open them, her muscles trembling with the effort.
“I’m trying to.”
“Good. Increased effort in the face of difficulty and stress is one of the things we value in our people.”
Anna wondered if he ever stopped being a boss.
Caden held tight her breasts with his left hand, his thumb rubbing over her nipples as his right hand flicked the whip’s tails all over her kicking legs. Anna’s emotions battled over the darkling plain of her mind. Pleasant tingles from her breasts washed down her body to be met by the fire from the cracking whip. Feelings crashed together like waves in a sultry southern sea. Sensations broke right over her sex and she ached for more of Caden’s touch. Anna thrashed her head against the soft surface of the couch. Twisting on the couch, her wet skin creaked against the leather.
A swarm of bees fed between her legs, stinging her over and over again, and despite the pleasure rising in her loins, she couldn’t control how her legs reacted to the assault.
Caden Morning wore a rapt expression, his lips parted. Undeterred by the sharp pains he caused her, Anna thrilled to have this handsome and powerful man so intent on her.
Then he hit her harder.
She kicked and kicked but her struggles resulted in him grasping her tighter.
“Lie sill, Anna. Lie still and take your punishment. You’re going to fall off the couch if you keep kicking.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Morning, I can’t help myself, please don’t hit me so fast and hard.”
His expression changed again from rapture to annoyance. His eyes slammed into her like a blow to the pit of her stomach. She wanted to hold still for him, and she tried to, but her rebellious limbs just would not take his punishment without action, despite the direct orders of her brain.
“This is discipline, Anna, I will administer your punishment as I see fit. The idea here is for you to learn to control yourself.”
Anna sobbed, “My legs, they kick on their own, I’m trying to stop them.”
I’m trying to be good. I’m trying to keep my job and maybe impress you. A little.
He stopped. “Get down, then. Kneel while I make some more suitable arrangements to continue with your discipline.”
Obediently, Anna rolled off his legs. Her knees were shaking.
I’m glad he didn’t ask me to stand.
Anna knelt by the couch with her arms on it, panting and crying.
Still, her groin grew even warmer and with no cushion to soak her juices up, liquid ran down her legs.
Caden reached over her from behind and ran his hand from where her knee touched the floor up to her most sensitive spot. His fingers were well lubricated with her nectar and he slid them through her slit, shooting a tingle right along her spine.
“Yes..,” she gasped.
“Despite all your kicking, I think you are enjoying this too much.”
“Oh, sir. Mr. Morning. I’m not sure what I’m feeling or why.”
Anna wanted him to continue punishing her and she wanted him to stop. She wanted to grab her things and race from the building and never return. It would be easy. Just scream, “I quit.” and run. But now, she couldn’t. Finances and legalese took a backseat to her concern for him. Who was he and how far would he take this? His frequent pauses in his punishment to rub her and stroke her were confusing her feelings and driving her mad with wonder.
From the bulge in his pants, but also from the luxurious droop of his lip and his half-closed eyes, she could tell that he was as aroused as she. But the whipping Caden gave her was not foreplay to him.
For Caden, chastisement is the main event.
Anna snuck a look at him from behind her hair. He pulled straps from his case and fastened them to the ottoman.
He’s going to whip me some more, after getting me hotter than I’ve ever been.
Anna eyed Caden like a small animal watches a predator. Now he took loops at the end of each strap and hooked them under and around the stubby feet supporting the ottoman. Four feet, four straps, she noted.
“So we aren’t done with me?” she whispered.
“We are far from done, dear. If I stop too soon, I don’t think you will get the message. Will you?”
“What?” Is he asking if I’ve had enough?
“If we stop now, will you be punished enough for what you’ve done?”
She racked her brain but she didn’t have a plan. Her friend, Jane, just spent months looking for a job, and unlike Anna, Jane had real skills. App programming. Dean’s list in Math. Ability to take apart a computer and put the pieces back together again. Jane worked at a burger joint for just over minimum wage. Boogie Burger called her an Assistant Manager, but that just meant managing to get frozen bags of fries into hot oil every five minutes. With the wars in Europe and the Middle East causing high prices, and choking the economy, Anna did not have many choices for making a living wage. If she lost this job, Anna would be flipping burgers and unable to pay her bills.
If I’m lucky.
Without the physical therapy, her mother would relapse, and they’d be living together. Anna would have to get her to the bathroom and clean her afterward. She shuddered.
“But what about the money? The job?” The ottoman sat there, awaiting her confinement. “All that?”
“If you tell me you’ve had enough, we’ll cancel this session and you can go back to work.”
Anna’s stomach fell into a sinking pit. She could end this now and go back to her desk, but Caden wanted this and Anna longed to please. Enduring his torture would hurt, but her participation in his perversion would make him happy. Where would he stop if she gave him free rein? Regardless of the pain, she would have to brave if she let this continue, she wanted to push forward and discover the depth of this passion rising between them.
She couldn’t let this day end and not explore Caden Morning’s personality, inside and out.
“I haven’t had enough,” she whispered.
“Speak up. Clear communication is an essential quality in our staff.”
“Keep going, sir. I need more…” She couldn’t bring herself to name what she needed.
“More what?” But, of course, he planned to make her.
“More punishment, sir.”
“Good girl.” Anna shivered as if with sudden chill, though the room remained on the edge of too warm.
“Come and lie over the ottoman.”
nine
Whimpering and taking sharp and gaspy breaths when she moved a bruised part, Anna rose from her prayer like position in front of the couch.
“Lie down. On your back.”
This would further expose her tender front to his mercies. A
nna disobeyed his order and lay stomach down instead. Maybe he would let her get away with this and just hit her well cushioned rear end.
Snap! The Martinet’s sting caught her sensitive skin on the side of her belly and she jerked away like a swarm of hornets had attacked her, the many miniature tails each raised their own stinging welt. This left her halfway over, and he pushed her the rest of the way with two rapid slaps to her breasts, raising dozens of red welts and making them shake back and forth.
“Please, sir, I’m sorry,” she wailed, hastening to get on her back.
Caden hit her belly several times and once let the strands snap between her legs.
“You need to do as I order, when I order it.”
Anna curled herself upward with a shriek, folding around the intense pain between her legs.
When she opened her eyes, Caden’s stern gaze filled her sight. He pointed a rigid right arm at her, his finger directing her to the center of the ottoman.
She nodded, staring at the whip, and put herself back in position. The ottoman was firmer in the middle than at the edges, so the effect was like being recumbent on top of a small hill, with her belly and pelvis pushed skyward. Her pussy still smarted from Caden’s recent punishment.
“Please, Mr. Morning, I’m going to faint if you hit my front again. I’ve never handled pain well and I can’t tolerate any more. You’re going to kill me.”
While she pleaded, Caden Morning grabbed her left ankle and with a Velcro strap from his case, secured her limb to the stubby wooden leg of the ottoman. He did the same for the right. The straps held her legs in a broad Y shape, forcing her bare sex to protrude obscenely.
“You’re going to be safe like this. You won’t lose consciousness lying flat with your head lowered, your brain will get plenty of blood this way. And my little whips won’t kill you, they’re designed to give a great deal of pain while leaving nothing but minor scars.”
