This takes up where my previous story left off. You can check it out here viewtopic.php?f=56&t=21843
And so it was that Tom Evans and Amy Burke continued their relationship. During the work week, they were the image of boss and executive assistant. To their credit, no one detected there was anything going on between the two of them. But after the week was over, the weekend signalled the start of their “games” and both looked forward to their divesting themselves of the veneer of professionalism and assuming their roles as master and slave.
On this particular Saturday, Amy was draped over a padded bench. She wore only a garter belt that held up a pair of dark stockings. She wore a pair of black, high-heeled pumps. Her hands were clad in leather bands and roped down to eyebolts embedded in the floor. Her arms were locked straight and held immobile. Her long and shapely nylon-clad legs were spread and stretched backwards. Her ankles were girded with leather straps and tied down to another pair of bolts. Her mouth was sealed with a bright red ballgag and already she was drooling uncontrollably.
Tom stood behind his nude captive, wearing only a pair of worn jeans. His left hand was caressing Amy’s very smooth and vulnerable behind. His right hand gripped a leather-clad paddle.
“Tell me Ms. Burke, have you been very efficient this week?” asked Tom with a voice dripping in sarcasm. Amy could only nod her head, sending drops of spittle on the floor.
“I don’t think so. That technical report last Thursday was unacceptable and thus deserves some punishment, hmmm?” said Tom while brandishing the paddle. Amy tried to explain that the report was signed off to their R & D Director, but of course Tom would not listen. Tom would find fault and a reason to punish her.
“Let’s start with ten strokes, shall we?” said Tom as he gripped Amy’s behind and then followed it up with a whack with the paddle. Amy yelped and flinched.
“Hold still slave!” said Tom as he smacked Amy’s other cheek. Amy tried to remain still.
Tom would caress Amy’s fast-reddening cheeks before striking home with the paddle. He set up an erratic rhythm so Amy could not predict when the blows would come. Tom finished the ten strokes then added two more strokes on the strip of flesh not covered by nylon on Amy’s thigh. He then took the paddle’s edge and rubbed it into the exposed orifice between Amy’s spread legs. Amy moaned at the teasing. The fire in her butt cheeks were soon suffused with the heat in her groin.
Tom felt Amy’s intimate slit with his fingers and commented, “How wet you are my dear. So wet and ready…”
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