Fifty Strokes for talking on the Phone
Sexy Secretary Ariel has been making personal calls on work time. She claims it was an incoming call, and that she put the phone down as soon as she could- the call only lasted 50 seconds!
Unfortunately, this is not exactly her first offence. Nor her tenth. More like her fiftieth! So her boss takes her down to the punishment room to administer a short sharp shock in the hope of making her mend her ways.
By now she knows the routine. Stripped down to just her red panties, she's tied to the punishment pole, her slender wrists and ankles firmly locked into the punishment cuffs. They may be covered in kidskin leather and padded so she can't hurt herself while she thrashes around, but they're padlocked securely onto her and there's no way she can possibly escape her fate!
To sensitise her feet, her boss first rubs baby oil into the soles of her feet. Ariel rather likes that part of proceedings, and begs that the punishment for today just be that- a nice foot massage! But the boss is having none of it- since she's enjoying it so much, it would hardly be a punishment to more of it!
Then the bastinado begins. The first stroke of the broad white double leather strap to the instep of Ariel's sexy wrinkled soles is, as always, a hideous wake up call worse than any slap on the face. Once she's recovered from the shock of the first stroke the boss reminds her of her duties- she has to count the strokes!
"One" she says, reluctantly. How can there possibly be another 49 strokes to go?
He lay the strokes on good and hard, each one ripping across her instep or on the ball of her feet. He switches sides, driving the leather right in to the softest and most sensitive parts of Ariel's beautiful soles and all she can do is suffer graciously and count and hope that it will soon be over...
But even by the sixth stroke she is starting to lose it, and pray for it to end, and he allows her to take a break to get her breath back after ten. Good job, or she might have lost her mind at the intense pain of the bastinado.
Sternly, he continues the punishment, ordering her not to cross her feet. The baby oil makes her soles glisten and gleam, highlighting every spot where the strap lands. She barely makes it to twenty strokes, protesting the pain and begging for mercy.
Bound as she is, there's absolutely nothing she can do to protect herself. She can hardly even cross her feet, so the strap relentlessly strikes again and again in exact the most sensitive places. When she tries to protect herself by crossing them the boss grabs hold of her toes to force her to present the target properly. By the fortieth stoke the look in her eyes as she begs for the last ten to be light is something very sexy to behold! But of course the boss is merciless and gives her the last ten every bit as hard as the first ones!
He leaves her to contemplate the error of her ways, still bound to the pole. You can see the reddening of her soles where the heat of the strap has left its mark!