by Deva Long
Caden pushed her hands towards her head. To avoid fighting against his insistent shoving hands and risking a cane on her ‘soft place’, she found herself having to raise her hips higher.
Caden pushed her wrists against the back of her knees and then ran one end of the nylon up and, again, looped it around her neck. This pulled her wrists, and they, in turn, pressed against the backs of her knees, pulling them forward.
The way he tied her forced her to keep her plump tush elevated.
A perfect target. For Caden’s whip.
six
Caden set the cane down and stood to her side. His left hand reached over and stroked her breast. His right hand brought the crop down on her raised ass.
“Ow,” she cried. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb. He’s going to do that thing again where he turns me on when he whips me.
Caden hit her again, the strike rocking up Anna’s body.
“The first one didn’t count. What did you forget to do?”
“Two, that’s two.” She cried.
Whack! Whack! Two more strikes rained down on her skin.
“Obey, Anna. I will pick up the cane again.”
She struggled to figure out what she did wrong. Then she realized.
“One,” she whispered.
Another line of fire stroked her skin. “Don’t make me strain to hear you.”
“One.” she shouted.
“Good, now we can begin. Keep your back arched.”
Anna pushed her haunches up and out, her tears making a puddle on the table top.
Being whipped by a handsome man, or trying to string things along with several part time retail or fast food jobs, which was in truth more masochistic? At least with Darco and Caden, she’d be paid enough to live and she’d just have to keep one man satisfied. That should be easier and pay better than making hundreds of customers happy every day.
A stripe of fire over her backside cut through her thoughts.
“Anna?”
She couldn’t believe Caden’s offer to forgive what she owed if she refused to accept at-will punishments would leave her enjoying long-term employment at Darco. Anna did not see a good future in a company where the boss shunned you.
“Two.”
Two of what? When will he stop?
“How many are you going to do?”
“I’ll say twelve. It’s important for employees to have a goal. When we reach it, we’ll review your performance.”
She counted to six without crying out again, though each one crashed down harder than the last. With his left hand, he continued his teasing, squeezing her nipple between his finger and his thumb. Her world centered and shrank, laser focus switching between the recurring sharp strikes on her fanny and the electric thrills generated by his pinching fingers.
Then she felt the tip of the crop brush up between her legs and she bit down on her lip. Not again.
“Are you ready?
“I’m not ready for you to hit me there,” Anna cried. “Isn’t there some other way?”
Her voice shook and her rapid breath dried her throat like a desert wind. However, her juices that had been a steady dribble now reached flood status and her traitorous pussy ached for attention. Anna couldn’t believe how turned on her body was by Caden Morning’s perverse mixture of pain and pleasure. Her misgivings bubbled to the surface again and she bit her lip to avoid screaming out the magic word.
I already decided not to quit. He told me he would hit me there and I resolved to take it. I’m sticking with my decision.
Her throbbing sex helped make up her mind. (not sure what you mean to say here?)
My God, am I a pervert just like Caden? The flip side of his madness? He likes to hurt me and I like being hurt? Is this what they mean by finding your soul mate?
Caden Morning answered her question by cutting the crop upward and banging her directly on her clit. She yowled and scratched at the table, trying to scramble away. Though trussed like a roasted chicken, Anna managed to twist and fall to her side.
But, her struggle to get away accomplished nothing. With her wrists bound behind her knees, whether she knelt or lay on her side, he could still hit her in the same soft targets.
“Return to your position,” he yelled, grabbing up the cane. He slashed it at her, twice on her ass square and the third time, he struck in a way that made the tip curl upward and hit her square on her clit.
Limbs flailing against her bonds, Anna struggled to re-assume her position. With Mr. Morning yelling, “Get back, get back—”, she managed to get her knees under her and cower on the table again.
“I’m in place,” she wailed. Anna arched her bottom up as high as she could raise it and wiggled to get his attention.
“Good girl.”
Caden’s cane clattered as he set it down.
“Thank goodness,” she sighed.
“Now, where were we?”
“The next one is number seven, Sir,” she said. Her entire area below the waist burned like a pot full of coals smoldered behind her. She hoped it would be over soon, and she hoped he wouldn’t hit her pussy with the cane again. The crop, Anna could tolerate. It bit hard on her body, but after the first few blows, the leather slap transformed from pain to a good strong lick.
But, the cane blazed like an overheated hot-tub, no way a sensation that strong could ever be pleasurable.
“Good girl,” he said, and ran his hand up her thigh. He rubbed the sore lips of her channel. Anna couldn’t help herself and pushed back against his fingers. How could this abominable man be so nice one moment and so vicious the next? Surely she could find his secret and civilize his violent tendencies? He would be such a great catch if she could tame his painful kink.
“The next five will be delivered in the same place as the last one,” he said, caressing her swollen clit.
“Not there?” She pulled away from him. “Not five more between my…my legs?”
“Yes, here, Anna. What good is a punishment if it’s easy for you to take? You are remarkably slick and puffy here now and I think you might enjoy more hard licks.”
Licks, yes. With something soft and wet, but not with the tip of that crop.
“Please, hit my ass or my…my boobs, but not there, not between my legs.”
He slapped her.
“Are you arguing with my decision? I could use the cane some more.”
He picked that instrument up and swished it through the air.
That would be tons worse. “No, no, sir, I’m not arguing.” What could she say to stop him using the cane? She’d over-played her hand, and now only unconditional surrender would stave off disaster.
“Please, hit me with the crop, sir.” Anna struggled to control her trembling lips. “Please hit me between my legs.”
seven
“Your wish, my lady.” With that, Caden snapped the crop upward, catching her by surprise. “Please, oh, my God, not so hard,” Anna whined.
With her ankles bound to her wrists and her arms crossed beneath her on the break room table, Anna had never felt more powerless. She stretched her neck to the side, straining to see what Caden planned to do next.
“This final phase of your punishment will be the severest. You are to keep your back arched and your ass up as high as you can. I’m going to give you those final five I promised with the crop and then some with the cane.”
“With the cane, between my legs?” Anna tried to struggle out of the straps, but Caden had tied her with evil knots that tightened when she pulled against them and she couldn’t do anything to alleviate her exposed position. If she rolled off the table, she’d just end up writhing on the dirty floor.
“Are you questioning me, Anna?”
Her helplessness combined with her desire to get this phase of her punishment over with led her to bite her tongue on a snotty retort.
“No, Sir. Please do what you think best for me.”
“I will.”
Thwack. The crop slapped upward, in
to her slippery softness. He brought it up again and again. The first couple of strokes directed shots of pure pain into her brain, but after the third, either he hit her less hard or her mind had converted the strokes to something else.
Like he was loving her with his blows rather than hurting her.
She moaned with the final three strikes and her throbbing core opened and closed like a mouth seeking for more of a sweet that someone had just taken away.
“Now, five with the cane.”
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned. The cane’s wooden tip would hurt worse than the crop. But, Anna had achieved a new state of being, where his masterful strikes expressed his caring for her. If he didn’t have feelings for her, he would send her away. One rational quarter of her mind railed at this idea. He tortured her, beat her, and she accepted his discipline as her lot. But, the remaining quarters of her psyche listed all the things she liked about her job, about her life and about Caden; the way his firm discipline had started turning her on. Her dissatisfaction with the way that he expressed himself twanged alone, a single off-key viola in a forty-piece orchestra playing the song of Anna and Caden Morning.
He rubbed the tip of the cane between her legs and poked the hard apex into the moist heart of her. The sexy beast was controlling her now, and Anna pushed back against him, oohing.
Caden stepped back, preparing for another strike. She held her breath, but in a moment of insanity, she pushed her bum up further, making his target easier and more exposed.
A whistle that sounded to Anna like a jet landing announced the coming of the strike, and she jumped upward. The plastic table creaked and cracked as she pulled on the straps. She thrashed and wailed in agony, no thought now of what some office drone working late down the hall might think. Usually, she spent her ordinary days in a blur, worrying about other people and her next latte. Now, Anna’s world shrank and focused. Nothing mattered but her skin, her genitals, and what Caden was doing to them.
He didn’t wait for her to count, but landed the next strikes in rapid succession. If not for the strap’s firm embrace she would have ripped herself loose and run screaming naked through the halls like a madwoman. She blessed Caden for thinking of her and binding her so that she could not disobey him and break free. She blessed him for helping her keep her job and learning to obey.
Possessed by passion, Caden struck her again and again, the torment of the strikes turned to bliss, surpassing the sensation she had felt when he struck her with his crop. Like a heretic on a cross being allowed to atone for all the mistakes she’d made, Anna writhed in a spirit world where pain and pleasure merged into a rainbow cloud of ecstasy.
“That’s five.” He replaced the hard cane with his flesh. Anna bucked back against Caden’s thrusts. He drove two fingers into her with his right hand, he reached up and squeezed her nipples with his left. Anna’s sensitive flesh oozed between Caden’s fingers and she thrust back against him, riding his hand and crying out in mindless lust.
Lost, she stuck out her tongue and licked at the sticky spill from the table. The old sugar and soda tasted like an expensive confection.
I’m so far gone I’m converting every sensation into bliss.
She exploded again then, bright flashing sparks crashing through her vision as the rough table under her lips, the biting straps binding her wrists, her sore muscles trembling into spasm, the fingers savaging her tender nubs and thrusting into her womanhood combined into one hot and delicious cocktail. Anna slurped until everything went cloudy and she spiraled back down to the table and her well-dressed boss with his hand now resting on her inflamed behind.
One oxygen molecule at a time, she fought for air, her heart pounding like it would burst free from her chest.
“Take this,” she heard his angelic voice and worked to focus her eyes on what he held in front of her. A bottle of water. If he untied her first, drinking would be easier, but she’d turned her will over to him and just opened her mouth.
“That’s right, just suck up what I give you.” Taking the cap off, Caden held the bottle into her mouth. She slurped with greed, the cool water tasting like the best wine she’d ever consumed.
Working her lips and tongue rapidly, Anna couldn’t catch all the fluid and some dribbled out of her mouth, forming a pool around her face, soaking her hair.
Anna drooled on the break table, naked and shaking, with her boss standing there in his pin-striped trousers, making her drink.
“Bit sloppy, aren’t you?” He laughed down at her, and although humiliation flooded through her, another part giggled along with him.
“Swallow Anna, we aren’t done yet.”
“Haven’t you punished me enough?”
He took the bottle away. Like a lizard her tongue flickered after it.
“Not by a long shot. You stole from the company. Thousands of dollars. A few minor beatings you seem to enjoy will not atone for that.”
You enjoyed them, too. She noticed the front of this pants once again tented outward.
Catching her stare, he smirked.
“You think because you’re done, we’re done? You learned that you like a bit of discipline from your boss. You reached a new level of ecstasy that you’ve never been to before. You think you might like to try being whipped again, maybe tomorrow after a hot bath and a good night’s sleep.”
Anna started. She had been thinking that. Could he read her mind?
“You signed a contract with Darco. You signed a contract with me. You betrayed us and now we have certain expectations that you need to fulfill in order to regain our trust.”
Fire blazed in his gaze, like a volcano lurking beneath that Caribbean blue. She did sign a contract. An employment contract, but he kept acting like the piece of paper meant more than an agreement covering recompense for hours worked.
“You see a light in my eyes now, Anna. That’s all that’s left of my mother. Her name was Aurora.”
He stared at her. “You took a course on mythology.”
Anna couldn’t remember having met any Aurora in her mythology class, but the name struck a familiar chord. She should remember, and probably would, if she wasn’t lying half in pain and half in euphoria on a plastic break table with her manager’s boss holding a rod over her.
eight
From her splayed out position on the table, Anna looked up at Caden Morning.
His hands explored the hollows of her back.
“Despite some disturbing decisions you’ve made, you have, overall, been obedient and responsive to disciplinary action, so I’ll put some more aloe on your punished areas before we continue.”
Ann’s skin tingled where his fingers walked.
“Then, I’m going to whip you more, but first, I need to get comfortable.”
Caden Morning moved his fingers to the ivory buttons of his shirt.
The lotion again. Anna craved its soothing effect after the whipping he had given her. Something about the cool gel going on and his firm hands rubbing the moisture in. Like chocolate fudge on ice cream, the heat made the coolness better.
Caden undid his last button, and shrugged out of his fine cotton dress-shirt. With precise movements, he folded the garment and set it on the back of a chair. She gazed at the way his undershirt strained to contain his athletic shoulders and pectoral muscles, appearing to be painted on rather than composed of mere cotton. His abs showed powerful bulges under the tight material, but they grew more spectacular as he put one hand over his shoulder and yanked off the undershirt.
With her head sideways on the table, she gasped at the chest he revealed. Rock-hard. Sculpted. Well-tanned.
Despite the humility of her position and the lingering pain from his previous exertions, Caden Morning’s hills and valleys mesmerized her as her eyes flowed down like water off a bold desert butte from his solid pectoral muscles, into the shallow canyon between then, and then over the ridges of his abs. She enjoyed the trip and on finishing, started again.
“Are you having a go
od time, Anna?”
“Yes. I mean, I’d rather you let me up, but,” She pointed at his naked chest with her chin. “The view’s way better now.”
Caden pushed a lock of hair from his eyes.
“For the next phase of your punishment I need to go to the store room to get some supplies.” He sidled up next to her, brushing her soft thigh with his fingers.
“First, I have a promise to keep.” Caden reached into his bag and pulled out a golden tube of lotion. “Infinity cream. This starts out as a soothing lotion, and then turns into a lubricating oil.”
He squeezed some into his hands and rubbed his palms together, warming the lotion. Caden started at her feet, rubbing the cream in. He worked each toe in turn, and then pushed his thumbs deep into her insteps, finding pain she didn’t know she had and driving it out. Wetness stroked her cheek.
I’m drooling.
Next, he moved to her calves, first her right, then her left. He dug into her muscles, worn from a day spent walking in her strappy heels. From his hands warm tingles rippled up her spine. They checked in with her pussy on the way and moisture also dripped to the table from the delta between her legs.
At last, he reached her whipped thighs, and now his touch grew light, just his fingertips brushing the lotion over her welts like a painter working his craft. With strokes now light and soft like butterfly kisses he continued to her abused ass.
Anna realized she was holding her breath, and she released the withheld air with a moan that rose from the pit of her stomach and resonated on the table top as she exhaled. Caden ran his fingers over her swollen pussy lips and Anna pushed back against him.
“Not now, sweet. There will be time for that later.”
Leaving her gasping and panting, Caden moved his lotion coated fingers up the widespread crack of her posterior and massaged the ring of muscle around her opening. Anna tried to push back toward him but the cage formed by Caden’s nylon straps and her own arms held her tight.
“I’m tempted to cut you free and take you right now, Miss Anna Whitehorse.”
