A secretary is severely caned !
Ron plucked his secretary out of modeling a studio and Ann always looked like she'd just stepped of the runway. With a shapely slender body and an angular face with high cheek bones, Ann struck the poses of a cover girl with perfect poster. At first, Ron just wanted to give his clients something pretty to look at while waiting to meet with him. But as time went by, her proficiency at her job impressed him enough to pay for her business courses. In addition, Ann had become his peripheral plus one at dinner parties, art openings and galas. They often shared brunch the next morning at his home. They discussed her becoming both his wife and the firm's COO when she completed her studies. She rarely made a mistake, and if she did, she'd catch it in proof-reading. However, every Friday afternoon she would receive a maintenance spanking. Ann would lock the door, disrobe and retrieve the paddle from its draw. She placed herself over Ron's lap for good hand spanking to get her squirming followed by vocals as she reacted to the wood striking her flesh. He stopped when her alabaster skin turned a lovely dark red. Then the two of them made love.
On Tuesday, Ann studied for an exam late into the night and wasn't herself the next morning when their most obnoxious client, John Kane entered the front room where her desk was. Comfortable chairs lined the wall on the opposite side of the room from her desk. Ann rose to greet him and motioned to the chairs telling him she'd let Ron know he'd arrived. Usually, Ann simply ignored his crude observations or quipped a reply with her quick wit. Unfortunately, today when Ann turned towards her desk, John was silent when he reached out and grabbed her ass. Ann was caught by surprise and, without thinking, spun around and slapped his face hard. John immediately turned and barged into Ron's office pointing at his injured cheek screaming that he wants Ann to be punished severely for this injustice. Ron called Ann into the room and ask what had transpired. Ann comely and factually explained. But before she could finish, John announced that if she wasn't punished, he'd take his business elsewhere. Ron looked down and fought the urge to tell him to please do. But in this Trump economy, he couldn't afford to and nodded his head. John suddenly realized that this was an opportunity to get what he really wanted. He announced that he would fuck Ann while she was still restrained at the end of her punishment. Ron responded that Ann was engaged and her womanhood was pledged to that man. Seeing anger return to John's face, Ron quickly added that Ann would be more humiliated getting on her knees in front of him and taking his member into her mouth. John's anger turned to a smile. Ann was relieved that she didn't have to have John inside her pussy; but she also knew her fate was sealed and stared at the floor. She'd set very uncomfortably for her exam that evening.
Ron wanted to minimize Ann's humiliation as much as possible - so he only called Tim to assist him requesting that Ashley accompany him to the punishment room. John took a seat as Ron and Tim moved the trellis into the center of the room as Ann undressed. Ashley placed restraints on Ann's wrists and ankles. Within moments, Ann's lovely B-cups were dangling as she was bent over the frame. Tim briefly admired her slender body before he pulled short sections of rope from a side table. Soon, each of her limbs were pulled tightly towards the D-rings located on the sides of the Trellis. This position spread open her legs to expose both her ass, and to her embarrassment, her wet glistening pussy. John stared at her lustfully.
Tim took a light strap and came down on her forcefully with lashes alternating each cheek. Ann let out a mummer with each one of the 36 lashes. Her bottom was now a nice shade of red. While Ann's endorphins assisted her, he held up the Lexan paddle with its two rows of holes for her to see. She replied with a grimace crossing her face. Her endorphin's had barely subsided when that paddle came down hard across both her ass cheeks. Ann exhaled a laud whimper and her eyes teared up. The next one struck her right cheek followed by one on her left cheek as she pulled against the restraints. He continued alternating sides with punishing swats marking her red ass with white splotches. Ann was already struggling with the pain. The room was filled with loud thud of Lexan striking flesh followed by a desperate whimper. Ann's ass was filling up with sores when finally, the last swat met its mark and Tim put the paddle down. 36 painful swats without a break. She was close to hyperventilating. Ann was desperate for the endorphin rush that briefly followed. Her little ass was well spanked and already very sore. Deep red sores stood out from the redden damaged flesh on her bottom while her pussy dripped her arousal down her leg.
Next, Ron reached for the 3/8" diameter rattan cane and held it up swishing it through the air causing Ann to grimace again before Ashley placed a leather bit in her mouth. Moments later, he forcefully swung it into the middle of her sore ass. Ann whimpered loudly through the bit in response; the pain felt like it split her sore bottom in half. The second stroke fell just below the first stretching another welt across both her cheeks. She continued to whimper loudly with each additional stroke of the cane. Tears were running down her face to drop on the floor as Ron continued to march the cane down her bottom. Ann clamped down on the bit hard responding to the stinging pain. A thick white line quickly rose before it quickly transformed to a purple welt each time the cane fell. After the first dozen strokes, the overwhelming pain of the cane embracing her sore skin caused her whimpers to graduate to loud cries. He paused after twelve strokes. Ann was thankful for the little relief her endorphins offered during this brief respite. The remaining twelve strokes were incredibly painful. Her grimacing contorted her pretty face as she cried out in pain. The relentless assault on her ass continued. The fall of the cane continued to rip into her flesh. Her eyes were getting puffy, her lower lip quivered, and her arms were fatigued from pulling at the restraints. Her jaw was starting to hurt from clamping down on the bit. She cried out screaming following the excruciating pain of the cane striking existing welts -which it did many times towards the end.
Ann was bowling with a study stream of tears while her lower lip continued to quiver at the conclusion of her punishment. She was left restrained, bent over the frame relishing the little relief her endorphins could manage for a several minutes. Her ass was covered with deep welts and a few of them were weeping blood, but her pussy was dripping her arousal on the floor – she couldn’t help herself. Ashley immediately tended to her broken skin with a blotter and a styptic pencil. When her breathing stabilized and her crying dissipated, Ann was unbound. When they removed the restraints, red bands imprinted into her wrists and ankles remained. Ashley wiped her tears and took a wet wipe to her inner legs. Ron embraced her. Ann put her arms around him, pushing her pelvis against his. Then without a word, Ann pulled away and walked her nude body over to the fat louse who was now standing. Ann got on her knees and reached for John's zipper. She barely got her mouth around his member before he came. Ann quickly slowed, stood up and left the room.
Jim walked over to John and told him he'd made sure that Ann learned a good lesson with as much sincerity as he could muster. He quickly added that they'd taken up too much of his busy morning and turned to ask Ashley to accompany him on his way out. After the two of them departed, Tim told Jim that Ann was one tough young woman that deserved a reward for taking one for the team. Jim smiled and replied that he was going straight to his office to bend her over her desk and take her from the rear pounding her welts with his pelvis while she fingered her clit. Tim replied: "Have fun - just ensure that she has mutable orgasm's" Jim replied: "why do think she's marring me?"
On Tuesday, Ann studied for an exam late into the night and wasn't herself the next morning when their most obnoxious client, John Kane entered the front room where her desk was. Comfortable chairs lined the wall on the opposite side of the room from her desk. Ann rose to greet him and motioned to the chairs telling him she'd let Ron know he'd arrived. Usually, Ann simply ignored his crude observations or quipped a reply with her quick wit. Unfortunately, today when Ann turned towards her desk, John was silent when he reached out and grabbed her ass. Ann was caught by surprise and, without thinking, spun around and slapped his face hard. John immediately turned and barged into Ron's office pointing at his injured cheek screaming that he wants Ann to be punished severely for this injustice. Ron called Ann into the room and ask what had transpired. Ann comely and factually explained. But before she could finish, John announced that if she wasn't punished, he'd take his business elsewhere. Ron looked down and fought the urge to tell him to please do. But in this Trump economy, he couldn't afford to and nodded his head. John suddenly realized that this was an opportunity to get what he really wanted. He announced that he would fuck Ann while she was still restrained at the end of her punishment. Ron responded that Ann was engaged and her womanhood was pledged to that man. Seeing anger return to John's face, Ron quickly added that Ann would be more humiliated getting on her knees in front of him and taking his member into her mouth. John's anger turned to a smile. Ann was relieved that she didn't have to have John inside her pussy; but she also knew her fate was sealed and stared at the floor. She'd set very uncomfortably for her exam that evening.
Ron wanted to minimize Ann's humiliation as much as possible - so he only called Tim to assist him requesting that Ashley accompany him to the punishment room. John took a seat as Ron and Tim moved the trellis into the center of the room as Ann undressed. Ashley placed restraints on Ann's wrists and ankles. Within moments, Ann's lovely B-cups were dangling as she was bent over the frame. Tim briefly admired her slender body before he pulled short sections of rope from a side table. Soon, each of her limbs were pulled tightly towards the D-rings located on the sides of the Trellis. This position spread open her legs to expose both her ass, and to her embarrassment, her wet glistening pussy. John stared at her lustfully.
Tim took a light strap and came down on her forcefully with lashes alternating each cheek. Ann let out a mummer with each one of the 36 lashes. Her bottom was now a nice shade of red. While Ann's endorphins assisted her, he held up the Lexan paddle with its two rows of holes for her to see. She replied with a grimace crossing her face. Her endorphin's had barely subsided when that paddle came down hard across both her ass cheeks. Ann exhaled a laud whimper and her eyes teared up. The next one struck her right cheek followed by one on her left cheek as she pulled against the restraints. He continued alternating sides with punishing swats marking her red ass with white splotches. Ann was already struggling with the pain. The room was filled with loud thud of Lexan striking flesh followed by a desperate whimper. Ann's ass was filling up with sores when finally, the last swat met its mark and Tim put the paddle down. 36 painful swats without a break. She was close to hyperventilating. Ann was desperate for the endorphin rush that briefly followed. Her little ass was well spanked and already very sore. Deep red sores stood out from the redden damaged flesh on her bottom while her pussy dripped her arousal down her leg.
Next, Ron reached for the 3/8" diameter rattan cane and held it up swishing it through the air causing Ann to grimace again before Ashley placed a leather bit in her mouth. Moments later, he forcefully swung it into the middle of her sore ass. Ann whimpered loudly through the bit in response; the pain felt like it split her sore bottom in half. The second stroke fell just below the first stretching another welt across both her cheeks. She continued to whimper loudly with each additional stroke of the cane. Tears were running down her face to drop on the floor as Ron continued to march the cane down her bottom. Ann clamped down on the bit hard responding to the stinging pain. A thick white line quickly rose before it quickly transformed to a purple welt each time the cane fell. After the first dozen strokes, the overwhelming pain of the cane embracing her sore skin caused her whimpers to graduate to loud cries. He paused after twelve strokes. Ann was thankful for the little relief her endorphins offered during this brief respite. The remaining twelve strokes were incredibly painful. Her grimacing contorted her pretty face as she cried out in pain. The relentless assault on her ass continued. The fall of the cane continued to rip into her flesh. Her eyes were getting puffy, her lower lip quivered, and her arms were fatigued from pulling at the restraints. Her jaw was starting to hurt from clamping down on the bit. She cried out screaming following the excruciating pain of the cane striking existing welts -which it did many times towards the end.
Ann was bowling with a study stream of tears while her lower lip continued to quiver at the conclusion of her punishment. She was left restrained, bent over the frame relishing the little relief her endorphins could manage for a several minutes. Her ass was covered with deep welts and a few of them were weeping blood, but her pussy was dripping her arousal on the floor – she couldn’t help herself. Ashley immediately tended to her broken skin with a blotter and a styptic pencil. When her breathing stabilized and her crying dissipated, Ann was unbound. When they removed the restraints, red bands imprinted into her wrists and ankles remained. Ashley wiped her tears and took a wet wipe to her inner legs. Ron embraced her. Ann put her arms around him, pushing her pelvis against his. Then without a word, Ann pulled away and walked her nude body over to the fat louse who was now standing. Ann got on her knees and reached for John's zipper. She barely got her mouth around his member before he came. Ann quickly slowed, stood up and left the room.
Jim walked over to John and told him he'd made sure that Ann learned a good lesson with as much sincerity as he could muster. He quickly added that they'd taken up too much of his busy morning and turned to ask Ashley to accompany him on his way out. After the two of them departed, Tim told Jim that Ann was one tough young woman that deserved a reward for taking one for the team. Jim smiled and replied that he was going straight to his office to bend her over her desk and take her from the rear pounding her welts with his pelvis while she fingered her clit. Tim replied: "Have fun - just ensure that she has mutable orgasm's" Jim replied: "why do think she's marring me?"
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