Whip her

Naked, Meghan walks back to her helpless friend, gingerly holding the flogger. Its short handled, with multiple strips of thin leather. Meghan looks at it like it's a snake.

"Whip her," you command, and Amanda looks at you with panic, trying to turn her head to see Meghan.

"Nooooo! Please! Meghan don't!" she cries, squirming against her restraints. Your tiny secretary hesitates, staring at you, dismay and doubt in her face.

"Whip her, or I'll whip you. Then I'll fire you and throw you out of here naked," you say coldly, staring at her, compelling her. Biting her lip and fighting tears, she takes a feeble swipe at Amanda's ass.

"Whip her, don't dust her. I want to hear her squeal," you say, looking into Amanda's eyes.

"Don't, oh God Don't, Please Meghan Don't," she begs. Meghan is weeping, tears running down her cheeks, holding the flogger, uncertain of what to do.