Sally is still defiant. “I’m so going to kick your ass when I get out of here.
My father would never stand for this.”
Master Russell removes the thick worn leather belt from around his waist and
wraps it once around his hand pulling it tight. “Maybe, but right now I’m going
to beat some respect into your ass. And for the record, yes your father knows
exactly what we do here. He felt it’s exactly what you need, if you are to run
his empire someday.” He looks over at Pandora. “Watch and learn or you will end
up here also.”
He kicks Sally’s feet back and from under her. Sally Struggles to regain her
balance as her entire body weight shifts from under her. Master Jefferson wastes
no time. Before Sally can fully realize what had just happened his belt breaks
the air with a horrifying whistle and hits its target, Sally’s firm ass, with a
loud smack which cracks the air.
Sally lets out a shrieking scream and curses her disciplinarian and trainer.
“Fuck you, you fucking asshole!” She attempts to move or twist her body somehow
to escape the next blow which strikes with the same fury as the first blow.
“Fuck you!” A stream of tears runs down Sally’s face.
Because of the position Sally’s tied in, the only position she’s forced to hold
presents her ass to her tormentor as a perfect target. Pandora cringes with each
blow from his belt. She watches as her ex-Mistress’ ass turns red with strips as
each blow leaves its mark.
Sally’s screams mixed with the smacking of the belt against her tender ass
fills the entire room and echoes down the hallways into every room on the floor.
Pandora has never seen anyone whipped like this before. She had never thought
she would see Sally in such a position.
Sally was determined that she was not going to give in, “Fuck you! I hate you.
I’ll never do what you want.”
Master Jefferson continued whipping her with an equal amount of determination,
with a considerable edge from the belt he’s wielding. The worn leather forms
around Sally’s ass with each stroke and wraps around her hips.
Sally tries in vain to kick at him. For all of her efforts she only ended up in
a worse position then she was in before. As she struggled to regain her balance,
Master Jefferson reaches down and grabs her left leg, which is the leg she was
putting most of her weight on, and pulls it up and off of the ground. Sally’s
face is pinned to the desk by her weight as he lifts her leg up slightly above
the height of the top of the desk.
The fury of strokes from the belt intensified. Only this time the target
shifted just a little. As the belt wraps around her ass with each stroke the tip
of it smacked her exposed pussy. Sally’s shrieks became even more desperate with
each stroke.
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