Katrin rolled her shoulders as she stepped under the hot pulsing spray of the shower in the dressing room. Dancing was a lot tougher and more physically demanding than she'd expected. And, she had to admit to herself, she'd been getting a little soft since she'd left the farm. She really needed to start working out more regularly again. She would only regret it if she let her figure go to seed. She stayed in the shower until the water began to cool. As she dried her hair, a tedious task to keep her curls from getting out of control, she made a mental to do list. First, of course, was to visit Malachi's office and find out what he had in store for her. She was pretty sure it would be sexually related, he'd enjoyed watching her with Candy far too much that morning to go over anything else. She could feel herself getting wet, just at the thought of having sex with him, stripping nude for him, allowing him to take any liberty he wished with her body. She shivered, a small smile playing at her lips, as she slipped into a pair of worn blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt, not bothering with a bra or panties.
There was a small part of her that felt guilty about the amount, and types, of sex she'd had in the past 24 hours. She still couldn't believe that after four years of celibacy, she had let go so completely. It was, however, a rapidly shrinking part of her because all that sex had been fantastic. From the first moment she'd been bent over the desk she felt far more calm and relaxed than she had for a long time.
Slipping into a pair of flip flops, she stuffed her things into her locker, and then headed down the hall to Malachi's office. In just a moment, she was standing outside his open door. She knocked lightly on the door jamb.
"Come in, Red, and shut the door behind you." He sat on the corner of his desk, wearing only black leather pants and his heavy motorcycle boots, and giving her a smile that was just barely shy of evil. Leaning her back against the door as she closed it, she drank in his bare chest and arms, covered in tattoos. Her heart began to race, some instinct telling her that this man did not do gentle sex.
"Strip down and come to me."
Katrin did as ordered, leaving her clothes in a pile in the middle of the floor, then dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to him.
"Very, very nice, little girl. I'm going to enjoy playing with you." He grabbed a roll of duct tape from his desk. The first piece he ripped off went over her mouth. He then pulled her up to rest on her knees while he wrapped tape tightly around her wrists several times. Pushing her upper body back down, he did the same to her ankles.
"Roll onto your back and bend your legs at the knee at a ninety degree angle." Malachi's voice was sharp and demanding; combined with his tough looks it made her shiver with abject arousal. She was so a sucker for a man who knew how to take charge. Katrin managed to keep her calves relatively stable and parallel to the floor as he wrapped tape around her knees.
Setting the roll of tape aside, Malachi rolled her back over and positioned her on her hands and knees. Giving her that scary smile again, he stood and walked over to a wall covered in paddles, whips, collars, gags and many other instruments that teetered on the line between sexual torture and sexual pleasure. He perused them all, pacing slowly as he made he decision about what to use on her, finally picking up a round leather covered paddle about six inches in diameter. He tapped in lightly against the palm of his hand as he walked back over to her.
"You ever been spanked before, Red?"
She nodded yes.
"As a part of sex?"
She nodded again and he laughed. "Very nice. You look like an innocent little angel, but you're just a whore at heart. Isn't that right?"
Katrin's breathing became more rapid as she nodded again. She sensed Malachi kneeling behind her, and she tried to prepare for the first blow, but not being able to see him was taken by surprise. He paddled her ass hard and fast, picking up pace and intensity the more she squealed and tried to move away.
"Whore, sweet little whore," he murmured. "Stay still, baby, and it'll be over sooner. That's right, just take your punishment for being such a slut." He stopped for a moment, grabbing a handful of her curls and pulling her head up and to the side so he could see her face. "Tears look good on you, whore. Almost as good as your ass looks now that I've paddled the hell out of you. I love the way blood rushes to the surface on redheads. Are you having fun?"
Katrin nodded slowly. "I'll need to see for myself," he told her, forcing a hand between her thighs and up to her pussy to run his fingers along the lips of her pussy. "What a wet whore you are. Too bad for you it's not your cunt I'll be fucking today."
He stood to the side of her and unzipped his pants, releasing a huge erection. Katrin's eyes widened, and she knew her face paled. She had never taken a cock that large in her ass before, and had a strong feeling that Malachi didn't believe in taking things slow and easy. He picked the paddle up and again positioned himself behind her, spanking her erratically for several more minutes, keeping her on edge and wary.
