Authors: Deva Long
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. Anna 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.”
Scars! What if what he does leaves me marked all over for life?
“What do you mean, scars?”
Standing over her with his diminutive, mop-like whip, Caden shook it, puffing its strands out like the ropey hair of a reggae singer. “These are short and narrow strands, which will leave modest welts even if I use my full force.” He slashed it in the air, making a whistling sound. Anna cringed, her ankles pulling at the plastic straps. He set the martinet aside and pulled two other wicked looking leather items from his case. Both had black handles, tapering toward one end.
“This one is a crop.” Caden brushed her right breast with the end of the device. “See how this tool has a flat bit at the tip there?”
Anna nodded.
Caden rubbed the coffin shaped tip on her, making circles around her nipple, making her gasp.
“The crop will leave moderate square welts. It won’t break your skin and scar unless I get carried away.”
Caden snapped the leather tool in the air, making Anna jump. “This will feel like a tiny hand, spanking you hard.”
He put the contrivance aside and hoisted a similar object. This one had a short, braided tail at the end.
“This is a dressage whip. Unlike the little slapper of the crop, this single strand at the end will strike in a single line.” He traced his finger along the wicked braided leather. “It’s a tool designed to get the attention of a thick-skinned horse.” He trailed the whip’s tail along the curve of her belly. “Some have said the dressage whip is like a burning hot wire when used by an expert.”
Caden Morning traced a path with the single-tail on down between her legs.
She tried again to pull them together but the straps held. When used softly, the single tail of the dressage whip tickled.
Some have said? How many people has he hit with this whip? How does he clean the thing?
“How many people have you whipped like this?” Anna gasped.
“I do what’s needed to enforce company policies.” Again, he seemed to read her mind. “Of course, I have my whips professionally cleaned each time I use them.”
ten
“Neither of these will cause a great scar, though the dressage whip can make a welt that might scab over.”
He lifted the whip and ran the tip over her shaking lips.
“If your welts turn scabby, don’t pick at them.”
Tears rolled down her face.
He put the crop away and pulled out yet another implement, a wooden paddle with the words “Lean Forward” inlaid in Darco company blue.
“This is an official company paddle.” He turned the end over, there were smaller words embossed on the other side. He held the paddle over her so she could read them. “Service with a smile.”
The company paddle would leave these words in the recipient’s flesh when used.
What a novel way to deliver the message.
“The paddle is the device all Darco managers are issued for punishing employees, though senior managers such as myself have leeway to bring in other implements we deem more effective.”
He ran the paddle over her breasts, pushing them to one side and then the other with it.
“This won’t leave scars. It makes a frightful crack, but is less painful than the crop or the dressage whip. Which makes sense, it’s designed for disciplining people whereas the other devices are made for animals with a thicker skin.”
He laughed at his own joke, putting the paddle away.
“I have one more nice item today for you, Anna.”
This last tool carried an air of greater menace and Anna’s eyes were glued to it. A long, thin stick with a red handle. Caden slashed it through the air. It, too, whistled, but with a more substantial whoosh than the others. He cracked it against the couch. Anna jumped, shrieking and yanking the nylon straps. The crease it made in the solid cowhide of the couch took several long seconds to fill back in.
“This is a rattan cane. It’s a more dangerous instrument. One would never use it on a prized horse, for example. It has to be used on a girl with care, because it will raise deep welts. The cane can cause bleeding and leave permanent marks.”
“Oh, God, no, Mr. Morning, please don’t hit me with your cane.” Anna looked at him with huge and tearful eyes. “I’ll be good and do anything you say.”
Caden grinned, showing her his teeth. “We’ll reserve this for the end, and the strokes you get from it will be based in number on how obedient you are. Also, I know places I can hit you where a scar won’t show. I’ll give you the choice when the time comes.”
Anna stared at the evil stick.
Maybe I should quit now.
“What’s it to be, Anna? Quit or take it?”
“You won’t use the cane if I’m obedient?”
Caden frowned. Anna recoiled in terror. She shouldn’t say things that made him frown.
“You’ll get at least two strokes for asking. You need to learn to be submissive to authority, and it’s not submissive to ask about the details of your punishment. However, if you are obedient, I will not punish you as severely.”
Anna bit her lip and nodded.
“I can’t hear you, Anna. I need you to speak the words.”
“I won’t quit, sir.” She took a deep breath. “Please punish me.”
“Good girl.”
“Neither of these will cause a great scar, though the dressage whip can make a welt that might scab over.”
He lifted the whip and ran the tip over her shaking lips.
“If your welts turn scabby, don’t pick at them.”
Tears rolled down her face.
He put the crop away and pulled out yet another implement, a wooden paddle with the words “Lean Forward” inlaid in Darco company blue.
“This is an official company paddle.” He turned the end over, there were smaller words embossed on the other side. He held the paddle over her so she could read them. “Service with a smile.”
The company paddle would leave these words in the recipient’s flesh when used.
What a novel way to deliver the message.
“The paddle is the device all Darco managers are issued for punishing employees, though senior managers such as myself have leeway to bring in other implements we deem more effective.”
He ran the paddle over her breasts, pushing them to one side and then the other with it.
“This won’t leave scars. It makes a frightful crack, but is less painful than the crop or the dressage whip. Which makes sense, it’s designed for disciplining people whereas the other devices are made for animals with a thicker skin.”
He laughed at his own joke, putting the paddle away.
“I have one more nice item today for you, Anna.”
This last tool carried an air of greater menace and Anna’s eyes were glued to it. A long, thin stick with a red handle. Caden slashed it through the air. It, too, whistled, but with a more substantial whoosh than the others. He cracked it against the couch. Anna jumped, shrieking and yanking the nylon straps. The crease it made in the solid cowhide of the couch took several long seconds to fill back in.
“This is a rattan cane. It’s a more dangerous instrument. One would never use it on a prized horse, for example. It has to be used on a girl with care, because it will raise deep welts. The cane can cause bleeding and leave permanent marks.”
“Oh, God, no, Mr. Morning, please don’t hit me with your cane.” Anna looked at him with huge and tearful eyes. “I’ll be good and do anything you say.”
Caden grinned, showing her his teeth. “We’ll reserve this for the end, and the strokes you get from it will be based in number on how obedient you are. Also, I know places I can hit you where a scar won’t show. I’ll give you the choice when the time comes.”
Anna stared at the evil stick.
Maybe I should quit now.
“What’s it to be, Anna? Quit or take it?”
“You won’t use the cane if I’m obedient?”
Caden frowned. Anna recoiled in terror. She shouldn’t say things that made him frown.
“You’ll get at least two strokes for asking. You need to learn to be submissive to authority, and it’s not submissive to ask about the details of your punishment. However, if you are obedient, I will not punish you as severely.”
Anna bit her lip and nodded.
“I can’t hear you, Anna. I need you to speak the words.”
“I won’t quit, sir.” She took a deep breath. “Please punish me.”
“Good girl.”
eleven
“I’m going to leave your hands free, but I want you to keep them still, can you obey me in this?”
“I think so?”
Caden grimaced. “I’ve told you about the up-talk, Anna. It makes you sound foolish. Only end a sentence with a rising tone if it’s really a question.”
Anna’s anger flared. This man and his cutting comments, his words were worse than his spanks.
He should just fire me if he can’t stand how I talk. Shouldn’t he?
“If you move your hands, I will punish you with the cane. Do you want me to bind them?”
Now she raged. She’d told him she would not move her hands! “I’ve done everything you told me to. I said I won’t move them.”
“Fine. Hold them next to your head, with the palms facing up.”
Anna complied, even more helpless. She lifted her hands into a position of total surrender.
Caden ran his eyes up and down her splayed out body. He licked his lips. “You’re lovely lying there all ready to submit to your discipline.”
He took a picture. His Smartphone made the fake shutter noise that, for some reason, phone programmers think needs to be made when someone takes a digital photo. She almost jumped up then, but remembered her ankles were tied and the cane.
“What will you do with that picture?”
“Nothing that concerns you, Anna. There’s an internal site where managers share our techniques. It’s all part of our ongoing effort to improve the efficiency and obedience of our staff.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You can’t mean to post pictures of me? You can’t have the right.”
“Section fourteen, line eleven of the employee handbook you swore you read when you signed your contract says I can share any and all records of sessions deemed necessary for your discipline if I deem it will contribute to an improvement in business processes. Helping other managers learn to effectively control their staff is one of those processes we are seeking to improve.”
She shook her head. “It can’t be legal.”
“We gave you a choice, Anna. I’ll give it to you again: Do you want to quit?”
“You can only post it to an internal site? For other managers?”
Manager like Clarice Tolling?
“I can post it wherever I want, as long as it benefits Darco. I could sell it to the highest bidder and post it to every porn site on the Internet. But all I’m planning to do is put it on our internal site.”
He put the phone on the sidetable by the sofa and ran the tails of the Martinet along her thigh. “Unless you make me angry, of course.”