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“Starting to feel it?”
“Yes, sir.” She hated having to admit it. She hated that she didn’t have the strength to tell him there was no way he was going to be whipping her ass right there in her own office.
A third stroke, harder than the first two, seared the upper curve of her ass. She jerked, waving her hips side to side as she bit off a yelp.
“T-three, sir!”
Deep—and intensifying—heat now sank further into her buttocks. The outside of her right hip was already beginning to throb, too, the tip of the strap biting in particularly hard there.
“Keep your position, slut. Stop moving those hips. You’ll spoil my aim.”
“S-sorry, sir.”
“Your disobedience and recalcitrance are going to stop, immediately. A little bit of it is charming—a very little. But you’ve been tiptoeing right up to the line of outrightdefiance. And that, my dear, we just can’t have. I won’t have it. Not ever. So, this is your reminder of what happens to little girls whose behavior gets out of line. Maybe you’ll remember how badly this big bottom of yours hurts right now when you think of giving me one of your acid-tongued replies?”
A fourth blow from the brutal strap lifted her bottom cheeks from below, the length of rubber digging into the crease that separated buttock from thigh.
She cried out, biting into her forearm to muffle it. The pain was a bright, hot blast of agony, clawing deep, the entirety of her backside throbbing now, seeming to swell by the second.
That strap was awful!
“Ah,God… four, sir.”
His hand smoothed over her left buttock, the fingertips tickling her cleft as he caressed her. “I love how much your ass bounces and jiggles now. Muchmore to my liking.”
Having him comment on the ever-increasing curves of her figure never failed to make her blush furiously. She hid her face in her arms.
“Good marks already showing here,” he continued. “You’ll be thinking about this all afternoon, won’t you?”
She knew better than to answer though. She was being punished, and he expected her silence under correction—aside from her cries of pain—unless asked a direct question.
Humming to himself, he gently palpated the swollen, angry welts she could already feel growing along the outside of her right cheek. His touch made her bite into her tongue, the pain reawakening there.
Then he stood back once again.
“Two more, I think,” he intoned behind her, seeming utterly unfazed, as if this were the most normal of activities to be engaging in at the office.
She dreaded the idea of a knock at her door, the tentative, concerned tone of one of her coworkers asking if everything was all right.
What on Earth would she even say? Whatcouldshe say?
Especially when she didn’t even know the answer herself.
The next stroke—even harder than the previous ones—burned an agonizing stripe across the broadest part of her ass, the snap of the blow like a pistol shot. Her eyes were already welling as she whined against her arm, the pain a flare of fire bursting under her skin. She was definitely going to be bruised from this strapping.
“F-five… s-sir!”
The last strike was low across the fattest part of her bottom, making her cheeks bounce and wobble once again. This time she did cry out, tears spilling down her face. She hoped her teeth digging into her arm successfully muffled the sound of her keening. She bobbed her hips up and down, stamping a foot, not caring at all that it made her ass jiggle obscenely before him. The hurt was simply too much.
“I’m waiting, girl.” His voice wasn’t unkind, but the stern note told her he wasn’t going to let her use her torment to get out of doing as she was told.
“S-si-ix… s-sir.”
The strap was draped over the small of her back. His hands took up both her bottom cheeks then, alternating between squeezing and stroking, which made her both sigh and ache all at once.
“You took those well, Chastity. Is your bottom hurting you?”
“Oh, myGod… y-yes, sir. It hurts… so bad.”
