Kara hurried from her office, the hard points of her erect nipples chafing against the slick silk of her blouse. She had taken to wearing the below bust corsets, that Andrew had introduced her to, beneath a heavy top, as part of her office attire. She could feel the eyes of her male colleagues, as they appraised her erect nipples, pressed against the smooth cloth. The knowledge of their lust and the sting of her buttocks left her wet and excited, more than ready for her sojourns under Andrew's tutelage.
Martine arrived, punctual to the second, as Kara left her office and stood with the rear door of Andrew's sleek limousine open. Kara could see the hint of a smile curving the woman's mouth into an attractive bow, as they exchanged glances while she settled herself against the cool leather of the back seat. She listened to the soft double click of the door closing and felt the smooth acceleration as Martine guided the big car expertly through the building traffic.
Kara glanced at her watch and calculated whether she would have time to ask Martine to stop at her home for a few minutes, so that she could change her blouse, but changed her mind as she felt her nipples harden against her silk blouse, anticipating the sweetness of surrendering to Andrew's mastery of her mind and body. Martine slid the car expertly to a halt by the kerb and hurried to open the door for Kara to alight. Kara nodded to her and hurried up the steps to the gleaming front door. As usual, the door had been left unlocked for her and she pushed it open to step inside the long cool hallway.
As she hung her jacket behind the door, she saw the note, in Andrew's careful script, on the table beneath the coat rack. Slitting it open with her thumbnail she read the short instruction, telling her to wait for him downstairs.
Quickly, Kara walked the length of the hallway and climbed down the steep, concrete, steps that lead to the room where Andrew had whipped her bare bottom. Even now, the remembered sting of the silken cords lashing across the taut mounds of her buttocks excited her and made her already wet pussy dribble down the inside of her thighs. Pushing the door open, she found Andrew waiting for her, wearing just a pair of dark slacks. Moving close to her he pulled her to him and pressed his mouth hungrily to her lips, his tongue thrusting against her teeth and forcing its way inside her mouth. Kara groaned deeply into his mouth and relaxed into his embrace. Still embracing her with one arm, he slid his hand between their bodies and cupped her small, rounded breast, the swelling curve emphasised by the tight corset that she wore all of the time now. The nipple, erect and hard as a hazelnut, quivered between his finger and thumb, drawing a long gasp of pleasure, as he gently tugged and squeezed her delicate flesh.
Slowly, he unfastened the pearl buttons, exposing more and more of her silky skin to his exploring fingertips, until her blouse hung open and he could reach higher, cupping her breast in his warm hand and rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb. Kara moaned and arched her spine, pressing her breast more firmly against Andrew's hand so that she could feel his rough caress against every possible inch of her skin. Andrew pushed Kara to her feet and over to the centre of the room where an old-fashioned vaulting horse had been set up, in place of the bed.
Kara knew that Andrew wanted her to bend over the back of it, her breasts pressed hard against the rough leather surface. Obediently, she bent at her waist and Andrew hooked his fingers in the waistband of her skirt and yanked it down to her ankles. Kara gasped at the rush of cool air against the shaven, damp lips of her pussy and then shivered as Andrew slowly ran his hands down one thigh, past her knee, until he had her ankle in his hands and was guiding it to the splayed leg of the vaulting horse. She felt him fasten her ankle to the wooden leg with a thin leather strap and then, swiftly, his hands were caressing her other thigh, sliding downwards. It took a moment, but her other ankle was swiftly fastened and she was bent over the vaulting horse, helpless.
Kara heard Andrew behind her, moving closer and then, without giving her a chance to protest, he had covered her eyes with a, heavy, black velvet blindfold, fastening it tightly so she could not see. Kara swallowed nervously as she heard the rustle of something being taken out of a paper bag. She felt something cool, but roughened, stroking the side of her face and then disappearing to slide over the bare skin at her shoulders. A moment later she felt the same rough coolness against the other side of her face and then across her bare shoulders. Andrew gripped her chin and squeezed, his fingers digging into her cheeks and forcing her mouth open in an agonised pout then, with his other hand, ran the leather strap he had been stroking over her face and shoulders across her lips.
Kara could feel the strange coolness and contrasting rough and smooth surfaces and smell the masculine tang of dressed leather, even though she could see nothing, apart from the occasional flash from beneath the material. Andrew leaned over and she could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke.
"Welcome to your next training session, dearest Kara," he murmured gently "Thank you, Sir."
Kara tensed a little as Andrew drew the tip of the leather strap along the back of one thigh and along the crack between her buttocks, making her shiver with the caress against her skin. Slowly he drew the smooth side across her buttocks and then the rough side, tormenting and teasing her with the contact. Kara moaned deep in her throat as the leather rasped against her skin and then yelped when he drew his arm back and swung the leather across the cheeks of her arse with an earsplitting CRACK!
Kara stiffened as the leather smacked into her tender buttocks, instantly raising a bright pink welt across both cheeks. She wanted desperately to reach back and massage her violated flesh but stayed still, knowing that Andrew expected her total surrender. The leather hissed through the air, like a striking snake and she felt it bite into her delicate skin again, reddening it and making her nerves burn.
The first stroke of the leather across her tight arse sent dark sparks of pleasure directly to Kara's clit. She sobbed, frustration gripping her body, as she waited for the next swing of the strap, unable to beg Andrew for a release from the building excitement because the ball held her tongue pressed onto the floor of her mouth. Involuntarily, she reached back towards the reddened skin of her buttocks, only for Andrew to catch her wrists and bind them, swiftly, with a silk scarf.
Kara felt Andrew's hand on the back of her neck and sensed the shift in his weight, as he raised the strap high and brought it down across her arse, marking it with another fiery stripe and making her jerk in his grasp. She tensed for a third blow but Andrew anticipated her reaction and slowly dragged the end of the strap lightly across the pair of welts he had decorated her buttocks with. Kara shivered and sobbed around the ball in her mouth, her saliva drooling from the corners of her lips, just as it did when she sucked on his cock.
