commitment or
involvement."
His face broke
a huge grin; triumph was etched in his expression.
"Do you wish
for such advice?" she asked her expression bright and
encouraging.
He nodded his
head several times and uttered quickly.
"Yeah, let’s do
it."
Kathleen sat
silently watching the youth, "Okay," she stated firmly. Kathleen
leaned forward on the desk, picked up her pen and a piece of
notepaper and began scribbling.
"Wednesday
evening at eight and at this address - don't be late."
She watched as
he rose self-consciously from his seat to take the note from her,
"I go out Wednesday nights," he protested meekly.
"Well you will
not be going out this Wednesday evening," she said sighing and
portraying her irritation at his remark, "Only to that
address."
She waved her
hand casually in dismissal, "You may go."
She watched the
lad walking to the door, his firm rounded buttocks rolling
delightfully within the confines of his tight overalls, his hard
athletic thighs showing through the thin material as he walked.
This one, she would really enjoy subduing - she just knew it.
***
Her knee
pressed hard down into his back between the shoulder blades; it
added purchase for her to pull harder on the rope to draw his
elbows in and together behind his back. He was naked and kneeling,
his head pulled down onto his knees by the collar and leash around
his neck. So great was the pressure on his back that his cock and
balls were crushed between is body and thighs. The man grunted in
pain as she pulled on the rope one final time and then secured his
elbows firmly.
"You pathetic,
snivelling little shit," she sneered and kicked hard into the
outside of his thigh with her booted foot.
Kathleen stood
upright and flicked her long auburn hair back off her face with a
shake of the head. She raised the riding crop high above her
shoulder and brought it down with a sickeningly hard smack across
his presented buttocks.
"Why?" she
shouted angrily, "Why did you fail?"
He grunted and
tried to answer but his position and the restricting collar made it
a difficult process and his words came out as little more than a
low mumble, "Mistress, I am so sorry."
She lashed him
again and then again, "I didn't ask for apologies, I asked for
reasons." She lashed again, her whole body swinging into the blows
as she beat the man soundly. Her naked breasts swung with the
motion of her body and the tiny black panties pulled more harshly
into the crease of her buttocks and pussy as she stretched.
Kathleen was panting hard, the heady sense of command and control,
the power and authority that she experienced pushed her level of
arousal higher still, "Call yourself a Sales manager do you? You
can't even get your department staffing figures to me on time." Her
voice lowered to a sarcastic mocking, "A simple enough task and yet
- you failed again." She raised the spiked heel of her boot and
pressed it down on the back of his neck, screwing her foot so as to
inflict maximum pain on the blubbering man.
"Next week's
figures?" she demanded.
"They will be
in on time Mistress - I will make certain of it."
She laughed
aloud in mockery, "It is I that will make sure that you do wimp -
as always, I seem to have to do your job for you."
She removed her
foot and stood upright, her head felt light and distant as the
pounding waves of sensation flooded through her entire body. She
was filled with a thrilling series of powerful surges in her pussy
and her clitoris jerked in reaction.
"Now, shit, you
will suffer for your failings - and suffer much you will too."
She struck
again and again at him with the crop, delighting in his pained
wailing and blubbering for mercy. As a particularly hard stroke of
the rigid crop slapped across his backside she received a terrific
bolt of sensation that caused her back to arch and her head to
throw back. Her whole body tensed and then locked rigid as she came
to orgasm. Kathleen stood in her open-legged stance, tensed and in
bliss
involvement."
His face broke
a huge grin; triumph was etched in his expression.
"Do you wish
for such advice?" she asked her expression bright and
encouraging.
He nodded his
head several times and uttered quickly.
"Yeah, let’s do
it."
Kathleen sat
silently watching the youth, "Okay," she stated firmly. Kathleen
leaned forward on the desk, picked up her pen and a piece of
notepaper and began scribbling.
"Wednesday
evening at eight and at this address - don't be late."
She watched as
he rose self-consciously from his seat to take the note from her,
"I go out Wednesday nights," he protested meekly.
"Well you will
not be going out this Wednesday evening," she said sighing and
portraying her irritation at his remark, "Only to that
address."
She waved her
hand casually in dismissal, "You may go."
She watched the
lad walking to the door, his firm rounded buttocks rolling
delightfully within the confines of his tight overalls, his hard
athletic thighs showing through the thin material as he walked.
This one, she would really enjoy subduing - she just knew it.
***
Her knee
pressed hard down into his back between the shoulder blades; it
added purchase for her to pull harder on the rope to draw his
elbows in and together behind his back. He was naked and kneeling,
his head pulled down onto his knees by the collar and leash around
his neck. So great was the pressure on his back that his cock and
balls were crushed between is body and thighs. The man grunted in
pain as she pulled on the rope one final time and then secured his
elbows firmly.
"You pathetic,
snivelling little shit," she sneered and kicked hard into the
outside of his thigh with her booted foot.
Kathleen stood
upright and flicked her long auburn hair back off her face with a
shake of the head. She raised the riding crop high above her
shoulder and brought it down with a sickeningly hard smack across
his presented buttocks.
"Why?" she
shouted angrily, "Why did you fail?"
He grunted and
tried to answer but his position and the restricting collar made it
a difficult process and his words came out as little more than a
low mumble, "Mistress, I am so sorry."
She lashed him
again and then again, "I didn't ask for apologies, I asked for
reasons." She lashed again, her whole body swinging into the blows
as she beat the man soundly. Her naked breasts swung with the
motion of her body and the tiny black panties pulled more harshly
into the crease of her buttocks and pussy as she stretched.
Kathleen was panting hard, the heady sense of command and control,
the power and authority that she experienced pushed her level of
arousal higher still, "Call yourself a Sales manager do you? You
can't even get your department staffing figures to me on time." Her
voice lowered to a sarcastic mocking, "A simple enough task and yet
- you failed again." She raised the spiked heel of her boot and
pressed it down on the back of his neck, screwing her foot so as to
inflict maximum pain on the blubbering man.
"Next week's
figures?" she demanded.
"They will be
in on time Mistress - I will make certain of it."
She laughed
aloud in mockery, "It is I that will make sure that you do wimp -
as always, I seem to have to do your job for you."
She removed her
foot and stood upright, her head felt light and distant as the
pounding waves of sensation flooded through her entire body. She
was filled with a thrilling series of powerful surges in her pussy
and her clitoris jerked in reaction.
"Now, shit, you
will suffer for your failings - and suffer much you will too."
She struck
again and again at him with the crop, delighting in his pained
wailing and blubbering for mercy. As a particularly hard stroke of
the rigid crop slapped across his backside she received a terrific
bolt of sensation that caused her back to arch and her head to
throw back. Her whole body tensed and then locked rigid as she came
to orgasm. Kathleen stood in her open-legged stance, tensed and in
bliss
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