Chapter 6452 My On-the-job Training (Mature/Anal Sex):>Ep10
- 'Yes,' I said, 'I will. For the times you've been rude to me and ordered me about and made me feel useless.' Mrs Sharma had been a brilliant employer but I had to say something. I slid the braided band over my hand and took hold of the shaft, slashing it through the air a couple of times with a swishing noise that had my boss straining at the stockings tying her down and wailing, 'No, please no!'
- I stepped up to the bed and looked down on her, then I hit her with the riding crop on her left breast. The leather paddle made a satisfying smacking noise and left a mark on her dark flesh. Mrs Sharma squealed and writhed helplessly as I delivered a second blow, this time to the nipple of her right breast. For the next few minutes I whipped her breasts and stomach fifteen or twenty times, letting the tension build between deliveries. I didn't hit her hard, certainly not hard enough to raise welts, but it must have stung, particularly on her sensitive nipples. She struggled against her bonds and cried out at each blow but she never said, 'stop', so I carried on.
- Eventually I stroked the leather paddle over her tummy towards her vagina. 'Oh God, please don't hit me there,' she gasped. I flicked the tip of the whip and smacked her thighs and she arched her back and screamed, 'Please don't, Martin!' I teased her by running the leather over her labia then flicking it onto the soft, dark flesh of her inner thighs. Then I rested it on her cunt. She writhed on the bed, trying to rub herself against the whip and I raised it a foot or so and brought it down on her naked pussy lips, slick with juices. She gave a great, 'Ahhh,' and I smacked her again and again. 'Harder,' she gasped suddenly, 'please hit my cunt harder.' I faltered, all at once unsure of myself. Shocked by the depths of her arousal and her use of the ultimate offensive epithet. I didn't want to hurt her but somehow she was in danger of taking charge again, despite being tied down.