LOOK AT MY WHIP, MY WHIP IS AMAZING!

 

 

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Kim Hardwick

© Kim Hardwick 2015. All rights reserved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

My first day on the job was what one would expect. Stress, anxiety and some more stress tossed in for good measure. Typical bullshit one would expect for any new employee.

My situation is a bit different, though. I wasn't hired as a result of submitting resumes, or applying for the position, I was recruited. I am an experienced attorney dealing with white collar criminal matters. My newest employer deals with animal rights and the reason they sought out my services was to deal with increased oversight by congress, my area of expertise being regulatory oversight.

It seems that some overzealous animal rights group filmed one of their offices sexually abusing certain caged animals. My job was to investigate the incident as well as the entire organization to see if this was an isolated event or widespread throughout the organization.

My first order of business was meeting with the CEO of the firm, Mr. Tom Lucky. Mr. Lucky started the firm 30 years ago with the goal of caring for animals, in particular wild animals. From its humble origins, the firm is now one of the largest in the nation with a multimillion dollar budget just for animal research.

"Miss. Lutz, welcome to Lucky Enterprises! I can't tell you how glad I am that you decided to become part of our corporate family. Please come in." Mr. Lucky was gracious and warm in his welcome. He offered me coffee and sat down next to me on the leather sofa in his office.

"Mr. Lucky, let me thank you for offering me this wonderful opportunity to further help this company resolve the issues facing it."

Mr. Lucky-Tom, laughed and patted my knee, "Call me Tom; I hope you won't be offended if I call you Kathy?"

I gave him a warm smile, all the while wondering how and where he got the balls to touch my exposed knee. I was wearing a mini skirted navy outfit, knowing from experience that men tend to loosen their guard in the presence of fertile women half dressed.

"Why of course not, Tom!" To emphasize the sexuality behind our talk, I put my tiny hand atop his (I am a very petite brunette, maybe five feet at most); letting his imagination wonder the wonderful things I could do with my tiny hands. Most men end up getting outrageously hard erections at this point.

Peeking at his crotch (for only a second), I saw that Tom did indeed unleash the beast within. What I found amusing as he droned on about the climate within the company, was how he didn't even bother trying to hide his raging hard on. I smiled at him, pretending to listen to his patter, while wondering if my tiny hands could fully grip his erection. That would be interesting in that I've yet to find a cock I could completely grip.

From my first cock, back at summer camp when I was thirteen until last month with this salesman I let seduce me, every single cock I've come across was way too big for my hands. God knows how I managed to fit them into my equally tiny mouth and pussy. Just going over these memories was getting me aroused; soaking wet, actually.

"Kathy, in the short time we've known each other, professionally of course, I've come to appreciate your intelligence and your dedication. I'm sure that you will bring to Lucky Enterprises a refreshing outlook. I have no doubt that you will flourish here." As he finished, he took my hand, fully covering it with his wide, masculine hand, and placed it on his erection.

"I hope you can feel how excited I am to have you work for us." The way his cock twitched as he said it, made me realize my probationary period would be exceptionally hard.

I smiled at him, noticing how attractive he was for a man in his fifties, as well as how hard he was. I wondered if he was using some form of chemical aid; Viagra or Cialis perhaps.

"Tom, I can most certainly feel your pleasure at my being here, and I can assure you that I will do everything in my powers to stroke your enthusiasm by taking a firm grip on any problems that may arise." A strategically placed squeeze of his erection assured him of my determination to stiffen his confidence in having hired me.

"I'm sure that you'll fit in quite nicely. By the way, have you been to my private conference room?"

The sudden increase in the rigidity of his cock, which was amazingly hard to begin with, confirmed in my mind that I had not seen his privates.

"Why no, Tom, I haven't had the pleasure of being shown your private...area. I'm sure that it's large and as unyielding in its adherence to disciplined work product as your...privates." I looked down on his unyielding asset, firmly gripped in my tiny hand.

He chuckled and reached out to fondle my erect nipples, protruding from my sheer black blouse. "In that case, let me direct you to where I get to do my work. I find that a dark, private office provides ample incentive to really break down bad habits."

Smiling, I ran my tiny hand up and down his manhood, before removing it and standing up. "Hopefully your incentive is severe enough to break down any untoward behavior and impress upon anyone the futility of avoiding acceptance of rigid discipline."

I moved towards the door, stopped, turned seductively, knowing without having to see, that his eyes were fixed on my petite, child-like butt with the crisp outline of my bikini panty. "Tom, I'm afraid that I've violated the company dress code. My skirt is way too tight and everybody can see the outline of my panties. This is obviously a flagrant violation of company policy and on my first day. I fear that you will have to take me to your Human Resources offices or your private...area, and give me a tongue lashing."

He sat smirking, cracking the knuckles on his hands. "Yes, Kathy, I agree. This outrageous display of your gifted buttocks just won't do. I will have to personally apply a firm and disciplined rebuke. Are you ready to take what's coming?"

I licked my lips, taking way too much time before answering him. "Tom, not only am I ready, I'm certain that I'll violate some more regulations on the way. I'm being so wicked on my first day; you will have to apply a brutal hand to my review."

He stood up, his erection pushing forward obscenely, and walked past me, his smirk still present. I turned to follow him to his private area where I was sure to get what was coming to me. Anything to advance up the corporate ladder, that's how I roll. Getting what's coming to me hard and brutal; scream hard or go home.

After a short trip on the elevator up to the eighth floor, from the third floor, I followed Tom towards THE room. It was at the end of a long hallway, next to a conference room with sparkling clear glass as its wall. The door had a sign saying PRIVATE. I was so wet hoping to find out how exactly I could advance my career in my newest challenge.

My previous employer wasn't as understanding of what it took to succeed, not to mention he was a virgin afraid of women. Ronald Tobia was a nice enough man, but he tended to put women on a pedestal. I could have manipulated him and gotten my way to the top but for his sister. She was there before me and being other women she knew exactly what I was up to. Unfortunately for her, I wasn't into lesbianism therefore my stay at Tobia Inc. was short lived.

Fortunately for me, Lucky Enterprises had no high ranking female executive to undercut me or stab me in the back. Only Tom Lucky and his non-stop erection; I could handle that.

"Kathy, before we begin your well-deserved punishment for flouting the dress code, I must remind you that anything you see or hear or experience here is covered by your non-disclosure agreement, not to mention the attorney code of conduct, therefore I expect discretion on your part." He smiled that mysterious smile of his, his erection becoming even more pronounced if that were possible.

Turning on the light, I was, as the British say, gob smacked. Instead of a conference table and desk and computer, the large room was empty but for a wooden pony (I found out later what this horrible contraption was called), a wrought iron rack and a wall full of bullwhips and canes. The cognitive dissonance between what one would expect to find in a modern corporation and the reality left me strangely aroused. Weird.

"Tom, pardon my saying so, but what the fuck? What are these instrumentalities of torture doing here?" I had to pretend I was outraged even though my pussy was aching for a taste of the rack; no sense in letting him know ahead of time that I was a pain junkie.

"This is where Lucky Enterprises takes care of troublesome employee issues," Tom chuckled as he locked the door behind us. Suddenly, a chill ran up my spine as I began to realize that I may have bitten off more than I could chew.

"Kathy, only women with the right attitude can succeed with our firm. It's this rigid adherence to our code of conduct that has made Lucky Enterprises what it is today. Now then, as part of your introduction to our code of conduct, I will demonstrate what happens when female employees, even professionals such as yourself, violate the dress code."

Part of me was incredibly aroused, another, the more rationale part, wondered if this room and its instrumentalities of pain and torture somehow violated state and federal discrimination laws and was a form of sexual discrimination. I didn't know it just then, but my opportunity to protest and walk out had passed and I was now in a world of pain.

"Tom, I welcome all reasonable efforts to instill proper employee compliance; however, as an attorney, I find the décor and the subliminal message it relays disturbing." I didn't tell him it disturbed me how turned I became, knowing I was locked into a room with whips, canes and other tools that could turn me into a screaming victim of pain.

"Kathy, once you've signed your employment contract, you have effectively surrendered any adherence you may have had for 'vanilla' forms of corporate code of conduct. Fortunately for you, as well as Lucky Enterprises, today's lesson will only be the first step in what I like to call an overhaul of your bratty and self-serving behavior."

I looked at Tom quizzically. "What do you mean?"

Laughing, he walked over to the wall and retrieved a leather bullwhip with ten individual straps of leather, each with a knotted leather ball at the end. "Rather than tell you what I mean, let me show you."

CRACK

The sound of the whip breaking the sound barrier seconds after it struck me on my thighs was followed by my scream.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Kathy, you have the makings of a star within the company; you just need to have your self serving, back stabbing attitude readjusted. You don't think I would hire just any sexy cunt without thoroughly checking her employment history, do you?"

He laughed as he began to whip the living shit out of me, following me as I tried to hide from the cruel and brutal assault. I was screaming, crying and trying my best to cover my soft white thighs from being barbarically destroyed by his whip; all to no avail, unfortunately.

"Yes, Kathy, I found out from my source how things soured for you in your last job. Oh, I know that you glossed it over, and for most employers and head hunters, that would have been the end of it. However, at Lucky Enterprises, we take our due diligence obligations seriously. Before hiring you, I had to make sure I knew everything there was to know about you beforehand. I just don't torture any woman, you know." He laughed as I tried to hide under the rack, crying and screaming for help that deep down, I didn't want. I was becoming more and more aroused by the savage whipping he was giving me. Could it be I found my perfect job?

Reaching down, he grabbed my blond hair, and dragged my petite body from under the rack and pulled down my skirt, exposing my skimpy bikini panty, pretty pink, and gazed for a few seconds on my milky white thighs and generous butt, already showing the red welts from his whipping, with undisguised lust.

"You have such wonderfully white and unblemished skin. It will be such an honor to inflict the carnage you deserve Kathy. Again, welcome to Lucky Enterprises!"

CRACK!

He now began to whip my squatting form about my upper body; my hands futilely trying to protect my face and breasts. Each blow brought about new agony.

"Unfortunately for you, I am not like Mr. Tobia, your previous employer. I understand something he never did, mainly that sluts like you have a need for real discipline and pain. His sister understood it but being a lesbian, she never appreciated just how necessary it is to have a firm masculine hand in the disciplinary stage. Say hello to my amazing whip!"

He continued for a good five minutes to pummel me with the whip. I knew there was no escape; no mercy could be expected. From initially being aroused, I was now full of pain and fear. He was taking what should have been a kinky and sexy session to a no holds barred display of bestial and barbaric treatment of women. I suddenly realized I was fucked.

Stopping his whipping, he placed the whip carefully back with the others and returned to my sobbing and prostrate form on the floor. He lifted me up my by elbows, and pushed me against the wooden pony, ignoring my sobs and tears. He held me up while he unbuttoned my blouse and removed it, along with my push up lace bra. I was now naked but for the panties and black high heels; oh, and my stockings and garter belt.

"You are exceedingly delectable, Kathy. It will be my pleasure not only to straighten you out, but to breed you repeatedly when the whipping ends. Today will be a day you will never forget!" He ran his free hand along my thigh, the bright red welt marking where I was whipped. The electric thrill of his skin stroking me increased my wetness. I was beginning to wonder if skipping my birth control regimen had been a good idea.

"Please, Tom, don't."

"Ha, too late for that, Kathy, no, I'm afraid there's no other way for you to continue your employment but for you to accept the pain. You see, it's not just for your violating the dress code, but in order to rectify this despicable trait you have of stabbing fellow female coworkers in the back and using your sexuality to get ahead. All that will end today. Yes, it will end and you will thank me one day for the unspeakable pain you will experience today."

I could only mouthed the word 'no' before he stuffed my mouth with his white linen pocket square (he was known for always wearing a white daffodil along with the pocket square every day he came to work), while ripping off his flower from his suit jacket lapel.

"I never, ever wear white when punishing nasty women, Kathy. And trust me, you are one of the nastiest I've ever come across. I torture you today for your and the company's benefit, but trust me, you are one of the filthiest, nastiest women I've ever encountered. Your employment history proves it and your wearing a tight skirt to work, as well as your skimpy panty reinforces my resolve to flog the living shit out of you today."

The pocket square in my mouth, heavily scented with his cologne, prevent me from further begging for mercy. It would be no good; I was going to get what I had coming. I knew it and was glad of it. The fear and thrill of how far he would go kept me aroused.

"I'll warm you up with the rack; work on your nipples and use my cane on your milky white skin. Afterwards, I'll stretch out your anus and apply some rat traps on your nipples and your vagina. Last, I will sit you atop the pony and finish you off with my other whips. You won't ever forget this day, Kathy." He turned towards the rack, my arm firmly in his grip.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, after the wooden pony, I have a special guest coming over to add his special brand of company welcome. I won't tell you who it is; I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."

Having my tiny wrists placed on the iron cuffs and then my ankles, left me exposed and unable to say or do anything. My arousal was increasing with no sign of abatement. I am a pain junkie, I always have been; however, in the past there was always the reality that a safe word on my part would end any punishment before things got out of hand.

Here, with Tom, all chained up, gagged and unable to communicate, I was totally at the mercy of my tormentor. I had never experienced a situation where I was as totally helpless as I found myself now. Turning briefly, I saw that the other whips were larger, more vicious looking; and the canes, lined up below the whips, had dark brown stains on them; obviously dried blood. I was really fucked; no doubt about it. And I had no way to stop it.

Tom leaned over and placed his forefinger on my panty's camel toe. "Hmm, moist. I saw a dark spot on your panty and was afraid it was your period, but no, it's only your womanly juices flowing. You are really turned on, I see." He brought his finger up to his mouth and licked my juices.

"Delicious! I am going to make you cum so much today, Kathy. You'll never want to end your employment with Lucky!" Before I could react, he reached out and picked out a cane, one of the stained ones, and flexed it, checking it out.

"Yes, this will do. I purchased this one three years ago from the Indonesian Ministry of Education, where it was used for corporeal punishment. A noble specimen that every owner of females should have."

Flicking the cane a few times, the swishing sounds giving me goose bumps, he turned without comment and began to thrash my milk white body.

SWISH!

"GRRGR!" I couldn't scream clearly; my muffled cries for mercy would be suppressed.

"That's right Kathy, scream, or at least, try. I am going to give your entire body, the front side at least, a thorough caning. You will have beet red welts by tonight and I wouldn't be surprised if they form into painful blisters. Lucky for you, you are covered under our medical plan from day one. Now then, let me continue to destroy your slutty body."

SWISH!

Oh God! The burning pain made me convulse on the rack, the cold feel of rusted iron scraping my naked back and sweat soaked cotton panty clinging to my bubble butt, made me regret accepting employment with Lucky. I loved a bit of rough loving, but Tom was taking things to extremes; and he had just started!

SWISH!

"That's right, Kathy, move about as much as you can, it won't help one bit. There is no escaping this disciplinary session. And to think, I have three more whips and two more canes to use. I am so glad you accepted my offer of employment."

SWISH!

He proceeded to cane every part of my body, from my upper breasts right down to the soles of my feet. He finished after twenty lashings and then replaced the cane, now stained with my sweat (thankfully, he hadn't drawn any blood; not yet, at least) with a second bullwhip.

"This bullwhip is my favorite. I had it custom made by a leather smith in Spain ten years ago. The leather is specially treated to resist stretching and rot. The treatment includes chroming which enhances its water proofing. Additionally, the ends have little metal filings which tend to devastate female flesh. I love this whip and even gave it a name. Would you like to know what it is?"

I just stared up at him, tears forming, and my body writhing from the caning. How things could have gone so terribly wrong, I wondered. I had accepted employment hoping to use my sexual allure to further my career and perhaps enjoy the occasional clitoral orgasm along the way. Being destroyed and brutalized was the last thing I had expected. God help me!

CRACK!

"I asked you a question, Kathy!"

CRACK!

Oh sweet Jesus, save me!

CRACK!

This last blow splattered blood on my upper body; turning to avoid his lashing, I saw that there was blood on my upper arm. Oh shit, I was going to be flayed alive!

"Disappointing, most disappointing. Apparently, your skin is not used to regular whipping. Three lashings and your skin has ruptured. Unfortunately, I have to postpone whipping you for the rest of today. However, we will revisit this punishment in the near future, once your skin heals. You can rest assured; this will go into your annual bonus review. Now then, let me use the nipple toys."

I was gagging, breathing through my nose and wishing I were dead. Any arousal I felt was long gone. Tom had taken a sexy and kinky session to another level. He had brutalized me and my skin and now, I was sure I would be scarred for life, never to wear a tiny two piece swim suit at the beach again. What a fucker!

He lovingly placed his brutal bullwhip back on the stand. Stroking it as if it were a woman, he carefully examined it. "Amazing. After all these years and women, and it still looks like the first time. This whip will be my family heirloom."

He turned to me and asked, "What do you think? Well?"

Noticing that I was unable to respond he came towards me and plucked the pocket square from my mouth.

"Well, look at my whip, my whip is amazing. No?"

I began to cry. "Please, Tom, let me go, please! I'll resign and forgo any compensation."

His face formed a frown; he was obviously pissed about something.

"I SAID LOOK AT MY WHIP, ISN'T MY WHIP AMAZING?"

I stifled my sob and nodded. "Yes, it's amazing. Your whip is amazing."

His frown only deepened. "Unfortunately, I don't believe you. You've insulted my whip and I will have to make you pay in addition to violating the dress code. You fucking slut!"

He unlocked the restraints on my ankles first, then the wrists and grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to where his wooden pony sat. He lifted my tiny body, not before ripping off my blood and sweat soaked panty. He sat my exposed pussy and clitoris on the sharp edge of the wooden pony.

The sudden pressure on my clit provoked an unexpected orgasm; having my body weight pressing down on my womanhood was an outlet for my unrealized orgasm, a release for the overwhelm physical stress I had been subjected to.

"I see you just came. Good, very good. I knew you were a pain junkie. Your problem is you've had amateurs punish you. Nothing like having a hard, brutal masculine hand teach you how to have a real orgasm. Get ready for the ride of your life Kathy and then I'll introduce you to a special visitor."

With a practiced hand, he quickly secured my ankles and wrists to chains attached to the floor. I was secured to the pony with no hope for escape; no means of protecting myself.

Since Lucky Enterprises deals in animal products, I find that the best way to do market research is to subject employees with disciplinary problems in internal research and development." Reaching into his suit jacket (odd how he wore his suit during the whipping and caning and avoided having my blood splatter on him) he removed an object that looked like false teeth. These false teeth had sharp fangs, about three inches in length.

"This is a prototype we're developing for vets and animal hospitals. It's a set of replacement mandibles for injured pit bull dogs. One of the necessary attributes is that it has to match the bite strength of real pit bulls and the best way I know of to test it is to attach a five pound lead weight at one end and then clamp it on a female nipple. If the nipple doesn't get shredded then it's a defective sample. I am going to use your nipples to see if these two are defective."

"NO! FOR GOD'S SAKE, NO!"

I screamed, I spit, I cried but he would not be dissuaded. He was going to mutilate my nipples and all because I underestimated his sadism. As he clamped the needle sharp fangs into my erect brown nipples, I knew that I had met my match. Tom Lucky was a throwback to an age when men were men and knew how to deal with women. I screamed with pain and terror, yet inside of me, I knew that if any man was worthy to impregnate me, it was Tom. Suddenly even as I screamed out in agony, I knew that my womb would only accept his seed. Only Tom could take me violently and with my blessing.

"Yeah, I think we can rule these two clamps as being sorta defective. I'll have to either add more weight or leave them on for a longer period. Now then, let me how elastic your skin is."

He gave the nipple clamps a tug which made me scream out again, and then began to apply mouse traps along the outside of my thighs. After finishing with my legs, he proceeded to snap more mouse traps along my hips. This was becoming a surreal exercise in brutality.

"There! Finished for now. After I introduce my surprise guest, I'm going to test your vagina and anus for pliability. This is related to the animal husbandry section dealing with equine sales. Now then, are you ready for our guest?"

I stopped my screaming just long enough to stare into his eyes, and wonder how such barbarism could exist in our society. His bestial love of torture was an affront to human dignity and was matched only by his knowledge of sexual delights.

"Good!" He smiled and then walked over to the door. He opened it and smiled.

"There you are! Just in time; I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

He stepped aside and I almost passed out. Of all the human beings on earth, his guest was the very last person I had expected to see.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" I was beyond shocked; I was flabbergasted.

"Hello dear. Mr. Lucky contacted me last week and explained his concerns with your dedication to work and ability to take one for the team, so to speak. Your mother and I agreed to his proposal to test you out. He has big plans for you sweetheart! In fact, without letting the cat out of the bag, he's lining you up to be his successor at Lucky Enterprises after he has to report to prison to serve his sentence for the brutal torture of the governor's wife. Your mother will be up shortly to help him with some more things he has to do to you. Your mother is an expert at being whipped and tortured and will offer tips. Now, then, sweetheart, just sit down on that wooden horse and enjoy the pain. It's the career move you've always wanted!"

I began crying knowing that the shit had suddenly gotten real. Thank God the medical coverage starts today.