Last Chance

You pull Meghan to her feet and lean your face close to her. She's frantic with desperation, her naked body shaking, tears running from her eyes.

"Last chance, wench. There will not be another. Do not defy me again." You stare into her anxious trembling face and watch her nod submissively.

"Thank you, oh thank you Sir, I'm so sorry, I'll never...I'll never, oh thank you master," she whimpers, trying to smile around her tears.

"Enough. Pick up that whip and use it." She nods, wiping her eyes, staring at you as she slowly walks to the dropped flogger, bending from the waist to pick it up, looking at you as she does.

"Meghan please don't whip me," Amanda pleads, squirming her ass, trying to look back over her shoulder. With a final look at your implacable face, Meghan brings the flogger down across the bound girl's ass, the flails leaving reddening traces.

"Ohhhhh! Oh God please stop! Please make her stop! Owwww! It stings so bad! Please. Owwwww!" Amanda wails as the lashes fall across her ass again and again.

You kneel in front of Amanda, staring into her eyes as the flogger flails her ass, watching her squirm ineffectually against her bonds.

"See if she's wet," you order your secretary, who obediently fingers the dark-haired girl's pussy. She pulls her hand away to show the fingers shiny with moisture.

"Soaking, Sir."

"As I expected," you say, undoing your pants and freeing your cock. Amanda stares at it like it's a snake, her lips parted, her breathing quickened.

"Whip her," you order and Meghan obeys, sending a contortion of pain and humiliation across Amanda's face. You hold her hair and press your cock against her mouth and she takes it hungrily, sucking it deep as she stares at you. Her body jerks with each lash but she keeps her mouth and tongue busy on your cock, moaning with each stroke.

You could easily come like this, but you have other plans.