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A half-hour later you receive her email with a copy of her letter. You make changes in Word and send it back. Another half-hour passes and you hear a knock at your door. Meghan sticks her head in. "Um, Sir? I don't understand the instructions for reviewing changes. Can you show me?"

You smile at her and say, "Yes, I can, but there will be a cost."

She swallows hard, shaking a bit, and she nervously says, "A-a cost, Sir?"

"Yes, similar to a punishment." You cross your arms.

Her face flushed crimson as she bites her lower lip. Her nipples are poking hard into her dress. You think she likes these punishments. She always seems to have an orgasm.

"This time you get to choose which of two Costs you will pay for the knowledge of reviewing changes in Word. So would you rather have 5 strokes with a cane on your ass or your breasts?"

"A-a cane? Like a walking cane, Sir?" she asks anxiously. Her face is screwed up in a frown, but the scent of her arousal is very strong in the room and her nipples are harder than ever.

"Like this," you say as you stand and walk to the bookcase and remove a thin two-foot thin stick from the top. You hand it to her so she can examine it.

"That's the 8-millimeter rattan cane. Meghan holds it and gazes up at you with a tortured look. She hands it back. She bites her lower lip.

"Sir, I choose the cane." Her face is unhappy. She pulls her dress over her head, still with no bra. She's getting very good at that part.

You grin and say, "Very good. Go kneel on the couch facing the back."

The secretary does as she's told and kneels on the couch.

"Now lean on the back of the couch."

She leans on the back which pushes her ass out behind her. She has gorgeous shapely cheeks, unblemished. You smile.

"Please be gentle, Sir," Meghan looking back at you. Her face shows anxiety, but her pussy is starting to drip down her leg and her nipples are fat and hard.

"Of course, Meghan. Only what you can take."

She turns back and grips the back of the couch tightly.

"One." You swing the cane firmly, but not too hard. It will sting. The woosh of the cane in air makes her steel her shoulders. It strikes her lovely ass, making a sharp whack, and she shrieks and a shiver runs up her back.

"Two." She is panting rapidly as you swing harder and she shrieks again, followed by a gasp. Two red raised welts appear on her pale ass cheeks.

"Three." Before the word is completely out of your mouth, she screams weakly. When the cane hits her, she moans. The trickle of her juices running down her leg becomes a stream. Her breathing is heavy and she pushes her ass back farther as another welt appears.

"Four." This one is a good strike, certainly not full ****, but solid. As she screams, you say, "Five," and hit again. The last one was the hardest, as hard as you are willing to hit a beginner.

Your naughty secretary groans through two octaves as her orgasm hits her system, ending in a scream. Her body shakes and writhes as she climaxes. The musk in the room blooms, the scent of sex filling your nostrils thicker than before. You check and see that the five red welts are about an inch apart and close to parallel. You smile to yourself for your precision. Meghan pants like she just finished a footrace. You notice the stream is a river now.

You sit on the couch next to her. You gently touch her ass, feeling how hot her skin is over the welts. She quivers as you caress her ass, a whimper escaping her lips. You pull her down from her rigid posture to sit next to you on the couch. She leans into your chest as you put an arm around her, sniffling slightly. You stroke her hair, saying, "You did well. I see your progress."

You hold and pet her for ten minutes until she sits up, wiping her cheeks on her bare arm. Her nipples are still at full mast.

"I'm ready for you to teach me about Word change reviews, Sir." She has a focused, serious expression on her face. Her breathing has calmed.