She looked up at me uncomprehendingly for a moment, then understood. She turned her attention to my belt buckle and tried to lift her hand from my hip, only to find it still held there by my own. Again she looked up at me, but I kept my expression blank.
“Ohhh..” she breathed, realizing what I’d meant, and leaned forward to seize the end of my belt in her teeth. She worried it like a dog, literally growling with frustration as she worked the braided leather out of its confining loop and then jerked on it, throwing her head back, until the belt came free of the buckle. With a grunt of triumph she grabbed the buckle with her mouth and tugged, pulling it part-way out, dropping it and seizing it again closer to the first loop, pulling again, over and over, until finally the belt came loose and hung from her mouth like a snake. She looked up at me, pleased with herself, smiling around her mouthful of leather.
I raised her hands from my hips and placed them gently behind her head, then placed my own hand on the side of her face and lightly stroked her temple with my thumb for a moment. “Good girl.” She sighed blissfully, content for the moment.
Then I began walking around her, slowly – taking my time, looking her over. She followed me with her eyes as much as she could but maintained her position. After I’d circled her a couple of times I stopped directly behind her. I lightly stroked her forearms as I spoke. “Do you know why I had you remove my belt, Nadine?”
She nodded, then caught herself and attempted to speak around the belt. “Yesh, shirr. You're…’oing ‘oo whi’ me, sshhir.”
“That’s right, Nadine, I’m going to whip you. And do you know why?”
“..’ecaushe I’nn a disho’e’ien’ ‘iddle shhluh’, sshhir.”
I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head, simultaneously reaching down to pinch her nipples again, gently at first, then harder, making her gasp and moan as I continued, tilting my head down to speak into her ear. “You are that, Nadine – but that’s not why I’m going to whip you. Can you tell me what the real reason is?”
Nadine moaned through the belt held in her teeth, then leaned back against my legs, raising her face to look up at me. “Yesh, sshhir.” Then: “Pleashh, shir…” She stopped and looked down, unable to continue, then forced herself to look back up at me as she continued, her voice barely audible, “I wan’ you ‘o whi’ me, shirr.” Then she cried out, the belt falling from her mouth, “Oh, god! Please whip my ass, Sir!”
Suddenly her upper body jerked forward and she slapped the floor with both hands as she fought down another orgasm. “OH! Oh, Jesus fuck!”
I walked around and stood in front of her, waiting for her to subside. When she finally raised her tear-streaked face to mine I indicated with a peremptory gesture that she was to kneel upright again. Slowly she complied, sniffling, and placed her hands behind her head. When she was focused on me again I bent down, picked up the belt from the floor and held it out to her. She opened her mouth to take it, but I shook my head. After a moment she lowered her arms and took the belt with both hands. She stared up at me, waiting. I said nothing. There was a long silence. Then, with eyes overflowing again she raised her arms, which were shaking, and offered the belt back to me, quavering, “W-w-will you… W-will you p-please wh…whip me, Sir?”
This time I nodded solemnly, took the belt from her and offered my free hand to help her to her feet. When she was standing I retained her hand in mine, turned, shoved the chair aside with my foot and led her to where it had been standing…which placed her directly in front of the picture window. It was dark outside, and the square was mostly deserted, as they often are at night in small towns, even on a Friday. Nevertheless Nadine gasped when I placed my hand at the back of her head and bent her forward until her nose was touching the glass, then placed her hand on the window, next to her head. Releasing her for a moment, I reached over her, grabbed her other arm and placed her remaining hand on the glass as well.
Then I placed my foot between hers and roughly shoved her legs apart. She gasped again as I did so but remained in position, whimpering slightly: bent from the waist, nose and palms pressed to the window looking out over the square, naked breasts hanging down, back arched, legs spread and ass raised.
The bottom of the marker, which was still lodged in her pussy, protruded obscenely through the crotch of her panties. I grabbed it and slow-fucked her for a while, as she squirmed and moaned. Then, when I was ready, I told her, “On your toes, Nadine.”
She obediently raised her heels from the floor. The effect was much as if she’d been wearing high heels: the muscles in her calves, thighs and behind all tightened and defined in the dim light. Even through the wet fabric of her panties I could make out the clenched muscles of her ass cheeks, a lovely sight. I took a moment to caress her behind, slipping my thumb beneath the elastic of her panties to tug the fabric upward and tuck it between her cheeks, leaving them exposed, and the marker in her pussy even more sharply defined.
Nadine was breathing in short gasps, terror and arousal fighting for dominance, as I stepped back and lifted the belt, doubling it over in my hand. “You will not move, Nadine,” I told her. “And you will not speak, except to thank me each time I whip your ass.”
And before she’d had a chance to even understand what I’d just said I brought the belt down, across her behind. Nadine literally jumped off her feet and squealed with pain as the crack of my belt echoed in the empty office: “EEEEEEeeee!” Breath hissing between her teeth, she bounced up and down on her heels as if that might help to cool her burning ass-cheeks somehow.
But she kept her nose and hands on the window.
And after a few moments she gradually raised herself back up on her toes, whispering, “Thank you, Sir.”
I gave her another smack with the belt. Then another. And another. And another. Sometimes I gave her one on the backs of her thighs for variety. Nadine took her whipping very well each time. She cried out with the pain, bounced up and down and waved her behind, bit her lip and whimpered, but she maintained her position and always remembered to thank me.
It was around the sixth or seventh blow that I noticed that all of the bouncing up and down she had done had caused the marker to slide part way out of her pussy, which in turn was making her panties begin to sag around her hips. I reached out to shove it back into place…
Nadine screamed. And before either of us knew what was happening, she came…and came hard.
Her knees buckled and she fell heavily to the floor and flopped onto her back, teeth bared in grimace of pleasure and pain combined, her pelvis jerking off the floor as the aftershocks continued. “AH! NNnn! Oh god, I’m…UHnn! I’m….oooooooo, OO!… Ssssssooooo,,,ssssssorryyyy…ssssssirrrrrr….”
Her eyelids fluttered and she seemed to pass out.
I let her rest there for a moment. I stood there silently, looking down at her face as she lay there, her expression peaceful and a hint of a smile touching her lips.
When I judged that her breathing had returned to nearly normal I reached down, gently pulled the crotch of her panties aside again and slowly withdrew the marker from her pussy. Her eyes flickered open and the first thing they focused on was the marker, wet and glistening with her juices, held in front of her face.
She gazed at it for a long moment, then up at me. She started to smile, but faltered when she saw my stony expression.
“You came without permission.”
Without another word I turned, strode over to her desk and placed the marker in the exact center of her desk, leaving it standing upright for her to see when she next returned to her office. Then I returned to where she lay, sweating, exhausted and practically quivering in every muscle.
“I’m sorry, S-s-sir,” she burst out as I approached. From her perspective on the floor I must have towered over her. “Really I am! I d-didn’t mean…I tried so h-”
I held up my hand and she subsided. I was still holding the belt in my other hand, and I let her watch as I slid the end through the buckle and pulled it through. I made a loop a little over a foot in diameter.
Then I stepped forward and placed it over her head, and before she could react gave the belt a tug that cinched the loop around her neck.
“Get down on all fours,” I told her
She scrambled to obey me and quickly got herself positioned properly in front of me. I gave the improvised leash another small tug to make her look up at me. “You came without permission, Nadine,” I repeated. Ashamed, she looked down for a moment until I jerked her leash again. “You are obviously in great need of training and discipline. I hope you didn’t have any plans for tonight.”
Startled, she began to reply, “But Sir, I’m sup-“
A more insistent yank on the leash cut her off as I continued, “Because they’ve just been cancelled.”
I watched as she fought a brief battle with herself. Her mouth opened and closed several times. Finally though, she looked down at the floor, then back up at me.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied softly.
I let my end of the belt fall to the floor and Nadine watched as I gathered up the rest of her clothing, folding each item loosely in my hands until I had a compact pile - which I then placed on the small of her back. Then I retrieved the lengths of rope that had been tied to her desk and returned them to the grocery bag, adding her shoes and purse as well.
When I was done I picked up the end of the belt again and looked down at Nadine. “All right, we’re leaving now.” I tugged on the belt and began leading her towards the door as I continued, “We’ll take the elevator. If you make it all the way to the bottom floor without losing any of your clothing we’ll leave by the back door of the building. But if you drop even a single item we will leave by the main entrance and you will be crawling on the sidewalk all the way around the square. Is that understood?”
I could see the questions – and the panic – in her eyes. She was obviously dying to know where we were going and what my plans for her might be, and terrified at the thought of the public exposure I had threatened her with. But after a moment she simply bowed her head and kissed the toe of each of my shoes, then looked up at me again.
“Yes, Sir. I understand. Thank you, Sir.”
I made no reply, but turned and walked out the door, slowly, so that Nadine would be able to keep up without upsetting her burden as she crawled after me, out of her office and into a new life.
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