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Chapter 8 by enf_curator enf_curator

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Mr. Hiromoto

As we entered the floor I saw a couple of very large men in suits that I took to be bodyguards. They looked us over but made no attempt to stop us. We walked through a lounge area and past a large conference room which were both empty, and approached a reception area for what I assumed was Mr. Hiromoto's office. The floor was essentially empty except for us, the bodyguards and whoever was in the office.

As we entered the reception area a woman who looked like she was in her 60s looked up at us. She spoke curtly to Mariko who had assumed a submissive standing posture and spoke softly to her in response. The woman looked at me and grunted, then picked up the phone and spoke briefly to someone on the other end.

Then she spoke again to Mariko who nodded and dropped to her knees in the kneeling pose and I did the same. "Mr. Hiromoto is to decide if he will see you," Mariko told me. "If you go in I must please ask you to remain silent and not intervene no matter what you see."

"What are you talking about, Mariko? What will I see?" I was getting very nervous now.

"I will be fine but please do not attempt to intervene. You must promise."

"Okay, I promise," I told her but I was seriously starting to freak out now. What had I gotten myself into? As we waited there I couldn't help but think back to the bizarre series of events over the past week that had somehow led me to be kneeling naked in front of the office of one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in Japan.

We'd been kneeling on the hard tiled floor for maybe ten minutes when the old woman's phone rang. After hanging up she spoke a few words to Mariko and then stared at me. Mariko rose to her feet. "Come," she said. "We will meet Mr. Hiromoto now."

As we entered I saw a man waiting for us. He was grey-haired and immaculately dressed and groomed. My first impression was that he looked remarkably robust for a seventy year old man. Mariko kneeled immediately upon entering the room and kept her eyes lowered and I did the same. Hiromoto walked over and stood above us. "You surprise me Mariko-san," he said in English. "You have never brought anyone to one of our meetings before."

"I hope I have not offended you," she said.

"I am not offended," he said. "I find it interesting."

"Danica is from our new American partners," Mariko said. "I felt it best if she saw all aspects of our Mailgirls program."

"Yes, I know who she is," Hiromoto said. He walked around me and I felt him inspecting my body from every angle. "I like your uniform," he said to me.

"Thank you, sir," I replied, not sure how else to respond.

"Very well Mariko-san," Hiromoto said. "If you desire her to observe our arrangement then she shall." He then spoke a few words in Japanese to her and she rose to her feet. I began to get up also until Mariko turned to me.

"No," she said. "Please remain there. And do not forget your promise."

I returned to my knees and watched her walk forward into the center of the office. Hiromoto walked behind his desk and retrieved something from a cabinet behind it. As he walked toward Mariko I saw that he had a small whip of some sort I would learn later was a riding crop. Hiromoto issued a command in Japanese and Mariko dropped to her hands and knees and placed her elbows and forehead on the floor. He walked behind her and gave another command and she raised her right foot off the floor towards him. Hiromoto placed the end of the crop on the bottom of her foot and then, with an almost imperceptible movement of his wrist, slapped it against the bottom of her foot with a loud snap. I gasped in shock as I saw Mariko's body jerk in response. Hiromoto looked up at me and I immediately lowered my gaze to the floor.

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"You are here to watch, so watch," he said to me. I raised my eyes again. He immediately slapped her foot again and again. Each time he struck her Mariko's body jerked slightly but she never cried out. I wanted to shout at him to stop or rush over to try to help her but I remembered my promise and knew anything I did would probably only make things worse.

After a minute or so Hiromoto gave another command and Mariko lowered her right foot and lifted her left foot which he then began striking. When he was finished with her feet he began striking her left ass cheek and then her right. By the time he was done I estimated he had struck Mariko at least one hundred times.

After he was done, Hiromoto walked around in front of Mariko and spoke to her. She rose up off her hands, remaining on her knees, and nodded several times as he spoke. Then she laid her head down on on the floor and prostrated herself before him and I was afraid he was going to begin striking her again. Instead he reached down and stroked her hair several times then walked back behind his desk and replaced the whip in the cabinet.

Mariko rose to her feet and assumed the submissive standing pose waiting for instructions. Hiromoto sat down at his desk and grunted out one last command. Mariko bowed and then began walking toward me. Her eyes were moist and a single tear stained her left cheek. "Come," she said. "We may go now."

After we had exited the receptionist's office I couldn't hold back any longer. "What the fuck was that, Mariko?"

"Please," she said, "we will go to my office and I will explain all to you."

Mariko was walking gingerly on her sore feet and the walk down the stairs from the fourteenth floor to the fifth was a slow and painful one for her.

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