“Who’s there?” Dave Nutley asked.

“Be still, Asshole!” a frosty, feminine voice commanded.

In the dim light coming from behind him, a hand seemed to be fingering the skin of Dave
Nutley’s back, and he recoiled at the touch.  It was cold, and Dave felt an instant
chill.

This was when he suddenly realized he was completely naked.  What had happened to his
pajamas?  Dave never went to bed without wearing something.  Was he dreaming all of this,
or what?

“Who’s there?” Dave Nutley asked again.  “Where am I?”

“You were told you to be quiet,” an emotionless female voice hissed again from beyond
Dave’s shoulder.

Dave Nutley felt a distinct twisting pinch to the flesh of his naked buttocks.  The
intense pressure from the unrelenting grip caused him to wince sharply. Dave strained hard
to keep his teetering self-control.  He froze in position.

“That’s better!” The voice from behind him said.  “Now, I will do some explaining.  You
are here to personally pay for your grossly disrespectful behavior regarding member of the
female sex.  You are to receive a tiny bit of corrective punishment to help you begin to
see the error of your ways.”

Before Dave Nutley could utter a sound in reply, he heard the whistling of a whip in the
air, and the sudden, loud crack as it crashed across his lower buttocks.  The blow was a
tremendous shock to any of Dave’s lingering composure.  He screamed in pain, and his first
thought was, if this is really a dream, why don’t I wake up?

But the whip whirled again to repeat the same withering effect.  Dave stiffened on
impact, and let out another howl.  Echoes of Dave’s frantic voice reverberated off unseen
walls.

The only light in the room seemed to come from behind Dave Nutley, as he suffered through
several more of those painfully shocking blows.  The unseen female administering the whip
strokes laughed openly at his distress.

Why did Dave not wake from this awful nightmare, he asked himself again?  Unable to make
sense of his predicament, Dave was soon frantic, haggard, and sweating profusely.

Pausing for a moment in her chuckling, the female voice spoke to Dave Nutley again, “You
have chosen not to print books or stories by female writers at your publishing house. 
This is considered an insult to the fairer sex.  Do you understand?”

Before Dave Nutley could respond, another series of whipping blows crashed down on him
from behind.  The power of the last few strokes seemed to jar the fillings in Dave’s
teeth.

As he agonized, the disdainful female voice spoke again, “After tonight’s richly-deserved
proceedings, such behavior on your part will NOT continue at your place of business. 
Crack!  You will begin printing books and stories that show the superior female sex in a
more favorable light.  Crack!  Further, it is strongly suggested you begin treating the
women on your office staff with more respect.  Crack!  Give all of them a raise in salary;
longer break periods, paid vacations, and other fringe benefits.  Crack!   If these
proposals are not followed, you will soon find yourself as a visitor here for a much
longer, - Crack! - more punishing, - Crack! – encore!”

Dave Nutley trembled and agonized in confusion as clicking footsteps brought his female
oppressor directly into his vision.  In the dim light, Dave could see the figure was
partially hooded to help conceal her identity.  A cruel, sadistic smile, and two dark,
shining eyes were surrounded by black, gleaming leather.

Dave did not like the looks of what he saw at all.  The aggressive female figure and that
penetrating stare instantly filled him with feelings of foreboding.

The mysterious woman’s hand suddenly touched Dave Nutley’s chest, traveling slowly
downward across his body, dragging her fingernails against his flesh.  Dave winced at the
disturbing personal contact, and he cringed instantly as her hand seized the loose flesh
sagging between his unsteady legs.  She squeezed him tightly!

“Up on your toes!” The mysterious female growled.  Dave strained mightily to comply. 
“Now, hold that pose!”

Dave was made to struggle against the intense personal discomfort the woman created for
him.  The haughty voice told him, “As a symbol of this fleeting episode, I will attach a
pretty pink ribbon to your body.  It will be a vivid reminder of tonight’s proceedings! 
I’ll be watching your every move from now on to see if you’ve done as ordered, you slimy
slut!”

The shadowy female figure returned to her position behind him, and a new series of
whipping blows crashed again into Dave Nutley’s naked body...