Lendle

Anita Mangold is the gorgeous, early 40s CEO of a growing international company. From the outside she looks like a person with everything going for her, but on the inside she's an insecure workaholic that still can't believe her ex-husband left her for a man.When Anita stays late at the office again, she discovers her hot new secretary being dominated in the supply room by a ravishingly charming man. Her shock shifts to curiosity when the man invites her to help him punish her secretary. Curiosity shifts to desire when she discovers how much she enjoys the punishment, and desire transforms into naked pleasure when it’s her turn to be punished.This short story is for ADULTS ONLY. It contains graphic language, erotic situations, rough sex, anal sex, oral sex, bdsm, spanking, domination, and submission.... Excerpt ...Just before she reached the break room, she saw a shaft of light shining further down the hall. A faint slapping reached her ears as she approached the nearly closed door to the supply room.She could hear a man’s voice. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” it demanded. Anita pushed open the door to the supply room. Her mouth dropped open in shock.A nude man stood with his back to her. His sculpted muscles rippled as he swung the whip in his hand. An equally nude woman was bent over a pallet of printer paper. Her hands were bound by thick rope and tied to a shelf of office supplies. A bright pink stripe stretched across her rump where the whip struck her.“Are you ready for the rod again? It’s almost time.”The woman nodded eagerly.Anita’s hand spasmed. Her cup slipped from her fingers and fell to the carpet with a thud. The man turned to face her. Her eyes were drawn to his chest. It looked like it was chiseled from marble. She glanced over the rest of him. He had the kind of package her ex-husband probably dreamed about before he’d left her. The man’s face split in a wide smile. Amusement flickered in his eyes.“Why hello, gorgeous,” he said. As he spoke, the bound woman looked back. The ball gag in her mouth kept her from speaking, but the look on her face was a mixture of shock and fear.Oh Christine, what are you thinking?“You’re Ms. Mangold, I bet,” the man said.Anita nodded slowly. The shock hadn’t worn off. “Y-yes.” “I’m Casemir.” He shifted the whip to his left hand and held the right out to shake.She ignored him. “What are you doing here? Christine, what the hell are you doing?”Christine mumbled something incoherent into her gag.“We’re just acting out a little fantasy. What are you doing here?”“This is my office. I own it.”“I know. Christine has told me about you. But what are you doing here on a Friday night? An attractive lady like yourself ought to have better things to do than work.”Anita felt her face flush. How dare he? “You need to leave. Now.” She tried to sound commanding, but she was afraid it came out as a squeak.“Leave? We’re just getting starting.” Casemir peered at her. It wasn’t a leer; far from it. He looked at her in a way that made her think he could read her thoughts. Could read the surprise, the momentary fear, the momentary curiosity.“Here.” He held out the whip. “Christine is a naughty girl. A very naughty girl. If you’re her boss, it’s only fair that you punish her.”Anita looked aghast, but she took the whip. She stared at plaited leather. “What? No…”Casemir smiled. “The lady doth protest too much, methinks.” He took her elbow in his hand and guided her forward. His grip was strong. When he let go, there were no marks on her skin, even though it still felt warm where his fingers had so briefly held her. “Swing it. As hard as you like. You won’t hurt her.”Christine faced the shelf. Her lush blonde hair was spread across her shoulders. Her rump wriggled slightly.Before she knew what she was doing, Anita swung the whip. It struck Christine with a slap. The bound girl groaned with pleasure.###