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release her own hands. Slowly she pushed herself away from the door and turned around, carefully avoiding rubbing her sore back against the door.
    Mostyn was now beside his desk and he had the tawse in his hand. Wordlessly he beckoned to her. Again for reasons she couldn’t explain she tottered forward and for a few steps forgot that her breasts were naked and in full view. Instinctively one hand came up to cover them but then she saw his eyes fix on them as they swayed with her movement and she could read the excitement in them. It was a small victory, but a victory of sorts, at least he had enjoyed punishing her and found her attractive – he had called her pretty after all – she dropped her hand and tried to straighten up as she approached him.
    Once again she stood submissively in front of him, hands clasped in front of her, naked breasts still heaving as she regained her breath. He was holding the tawse as he had held the tie and she kept her eyes lowered to it, suddenly realising that what she would really like would be for him to reach out and touch her breasts.
    But that wasn’t on his menu just yet.
    “Skirt, pants,” he said simply.
    Before she knew it her hands were fumbling with the zip at her hip but at the same time she was grimly determined that he was going to touch her this time. Even he wasn’t going to be able to remain unmoved in the face of her complete nudity while he thrashed her.
    The word ‘thrash’ went through her mind and echoed in it as she pushed the skirt down and stepped free of it, then did the same with the deep maroon and white lace knickers. Her back stung again as she moved and the word ‘thrash’ wouldn’t go away. It was a good word; she liked the sound of it.
    As she straightened up fully naked apart from her black court shoes, he jerked his head towards the desk.
    “Over you go!”
    She advanced and prepared to lay herself across it, pressing her breasts and face into the leather inlay.
    “No! I don’t want you sweating and dribbling over it!” he snapped. “Just stretch your arms out to the sides, rest your face on the wood at the front and hang on.”
    She did as he said, bereft of the chance to experience that magical feeling in her nipples and instead resting her cheek on the hard wood and feeling her breasts hang beneath her. It was more comfortable if she shuffled her feet apart and lowered herself a little, she found. The fact that Mr Mostyn standing behind her now had a grandstand view of everything between her legs, perversely only added to her desire to settle herself comfortably. She gripped the ends of the desk and readied herself to undergo further punishment.
    She felt cold leather come to rest gently against the skin of her buttocks.
    “This is for the poor time keeping,” he told her. “Ten.”
    Whack!
    The impact was much more fierce and the sting excruciating, but the noise was wonderful and even as she drew in a long shuddering gasp of shock and almost rose off the desk, she registered another eruption of molten heat in her loins.
    Whack!
    A scream was cut off by choking as the second lash made her breath catch and she gulped helplessly until the third landed, making no allowances for her ability or otherwise to cope with it.
    From there on she endured the punishment in a mist of wriggling, stinging, coughing, excitement and yelping until finally it stopped and she lay sobbing and undone on the wood of the desk. Slowly, as her mind began to clear, she began to realise that his hand was inside her. As the numbing fires of the tawse subsided, they were overtaken by fires of bright pleasure as his fingers swirled and twisted inside her, his other hand suddenly reached under her and gripped a breast - hard. She lifted her head and moaned.
    “Slut!” he hissed beside her ear. “How can I punish a slut who enjoys her own degradation so much?”
    “Sorry, Sir!” she whispered hopelessly, limp with the pleasure of what he was doing to her.
    Suddenly,