Labia taps from the crop became smacks. Trickling arousal becomes a gush.

“Oh fuck! So harsh. Nngh- Hurts!”

“Too much?”

Smack! Yelp!

“Stop! please!” Please don’t stop!

Smack! Wince… a yank on the restraints and a back arch but no “red”; not even “yellow.”

The furthest he had gone with his boss; one month ago he was almost fired for lack of aggression during negotiations.

She pleaded. “I’m going to-!”

Swish! Smack!

This landed just below the nipple.

“FUUuck … Cum!!”

Ragged breaths…

“Stop?”

“P-p-please…” she hissed. “Can’t…stop…more…”

Swish! Smack!

“Great teacher, Boss.” Swish! Smack! “Won’t!”

Please don’t.

Swishhh…