by Deva Long
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.”
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“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. An
na 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.”
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“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.”
Anna gulped. An image of her mother seeing her sprawled over a piece of furniture, submitting, with her untied hands next to her head, on the Internet, or the pulp magazines at the grocery checkout, danced in her head.
“I’ll try not to make you angry.”
“You shouldn’t use the word ‘try’, Anna. Do or don’t do, never try.”
While Anna tried to understand what he meant, Caden Morning set the martinet between her widespread legs. Then he sat next to her and leaned over her body. He kissed her open lips while running the fingers of his left hand gentle between her legs. They became slick with her lubricating nectar. She kissed him back.
“Oh, dear,” she whispered. She gave her tongue free rein to play with his lips between words. “Please let me go and don’t hurt me, and I’ll submit to anything you want me to.”
In a low voice she had to strain to hear, he said, “You don’t understand me yet, my dear. What I like is hurting you. I know I can have you whenever I want, and you know it, too. But I’m going to punish you first, and I’m going to enjoy doing so. I’m going to see if you enjoy it, too. If you’re going to work out here, that is.”
“That’s what you do with girls you like.”
“Yes, yes, it is. And you understand your choice.” He resumed stroking her between her thighs, with a rising and falling motion, brushing her clit with each stroke.
He was such a confusing man. Earlier, he’d said they didn’t want employees who enjoyed physical punishment because then it wouldn’t work. The staff would keep getting in trouble if they welcomed the consequences. Now he wanted her to enjoy it.
“I can quit.” He’d said that before but she wanted to hear her choice again, to be sure she’d understood. “This isn’t just about my job, then?” She wished he’d give her clit more pressure.
“You work for me, Anna. You work for my company. It’s always about the job. You will bless my name if you stay here, and you will love me for who I am. Or you will curse me and quit. I’m the company and the company is me.”
“If I stay here, you’ll keep whipping me?” He slipped the tip of a finger inside her and swirled it around.
“I will. Frequently. I can’t help myself. When I see you in your office clothes, I want to take them off, tie you down, and make you scream.”
Anna looked at Caden Morning. His solid jaw, his inky hair with a touch of gray. The obvious lean muscles under his pin-striped shirt. She drew in a breath and he smelled of money, of power.
His hands kept working her, now brushing over her anus. If she quit, she wouldn’t find out his secret. There must be a way to get to him, to change him. All the many romance books she’d read said that a man who wanted you could be tamed, even if they started out a bit wild.
Even if they wanted to whip you every day?
Anna’s life without the job at Darco would be a living hell of menial work, bill collectors, her and her mother on the street, and the sacrifice of the moderate luxuries she consumed to assure herself she was at least lower middle class.
“I’ll stay.”
“Good. I’ll whip you then.”
He withdrew his fingers from their work between her legs and lifted the Martinet instead.
He slashed it over her thighs, first the left one, then the right, making thin, red lines. The sudden pain cut through her romantic fog like a knife. She screamed. He put his face down and rubbed it between her breasts, kissing her nipples.
He sat back and hefted the whip for another blow.
Anna couldn’t take any more so soon with the shock from first two still ricocheting through her body. She sat and grabbed his hand with boh of hers.
“Please, not so hard. You’ll kill me with this nasty thing. Caden, be more gentle with me.”
Anna tried to get up, but her ankles were still strapped to the stubby feet of the ottoman.
Caden twisted his whip hand away from her grasp.
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Caden Morning’s face went dark and he showed his teeth. Holding her in place with one strong hand, he plucked some more straps from his case. He took her left arm and pulled it back behind her head, elbow up. Wrapping the strap around her wrist, he cinched the nylon beneath the ottoman leg and pulled her arm tight. She flailed at him with her other hand, her blows deflected by his strong shoulders.
“Stop it, Caden, don’t tie me. I’ll hold still.”
“Don’t be silly, Anna. I’m going to whip you hard and you aren’t able to keep still. Therefore, you need to be bound.
“I can’t have you moving around and grabbing at me while I punish you. If you want me to stop, then quit.”
Not this job. Not this man. He’d have to terminate her if he wanted to get rid of her.
“Oh, you are such a cruel man.”
“I am,” he grunted. Caden finished tying her other wrist and then stood o
ver her, satisfied.
“Now I’m going to whip you from your knees to your chin. I’m going to discover which parts of you are the most sensitive.”
Her thong rode halfway down her thighs. Caden tore it off her. Now she lay exposed to him, only her strappy heels remained of her pert outfit from this morning.
Anna tried pleading. “Caden. Mr. Morning, please don’t whip me anymore. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m good with my mouth.” Bobby Martin had said so, at least. Maybe she could suck Mr. Morning, get him to come, and then he’d be less interested in hurting and humiliating her. She ran her tongue around her lips.
“Shut up, Anna.” He smacked her face with the back of his hand, one cruel blow after the other. Shocked, she almost let the words, “I quit,” escape, but some animal passivity in the presence of a predator took her over and she couldn’t get her numb lips to form the words.
Anna writhed in Caden’s straps. Stretched out with her back tight against the bowed top of the ottoman, her belly and pussy were elevated and open to him. Her breasts heaved, and she arched her head back, trying to see her wrists.
Caden darted in with yet one more strap, and ran it below her chin and down to where her wrists were tied. Now her head was held back by the scratchy nylon as well as her hands.
Anna heard him rummage in his case, and then he came into her restricted view and showed her that he’d switched out the martinet for the vicious dressage whip.
He ran the whip’s single tail over her body, flicking her with short circular motions, making the narrow tail twirl around and sting her like a bee.
“Do you know how beautiful you are now, Anna?”
Caden made a swift cut with the whip between her widespread legs.
Anna howled, cursing at him.
Then she mastered her rage.
Making him angry wouldn’t do her any good. “Please stop this, Caden, please. I’ll be a good employee. I’ll do whatever you want for the rest of my life. Anything, just don’t hit so hard anymore.”
Her pleading just made Caden hit her faster. He whipped her again and again, and welts bubbled up with each blow to the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. He whirled the whip, the tip making a humming sound and the single-tail becoming a blur in the air. It hit her like a tiny buzz saw. Gasping for breath, she lifted her head to see what must be horrific bloody damage to her legs.