"You're late!" is all you hear as you rush into the room. You came as ordered but the sudden traffic accident made you miss your given arrival time.
Your benefactor is standing by the small work desk is this luxury suite on the top floor. His gray suit is perfectly pressed and carries his tall physique well. He is staring at you with disappointment in his hazel green eyes. You look down because you can't meet his gaze.
"I'm sorry but there was an accident on the interstate." you say meekly trying to sound contrite.
"Unacceptable. When I give you a time i expect you promptly", he says as he stalks over and stands over you glaring. You can smell his sweat and cologne. You look up at his face defiantly.
"What was I supposed to do? Make the cars disappear?" you say angrily
He reaches out, grabs your head by the hair and pulls you over to the bed. As you attempt to get your balance you look down at the bed and see a variety of items.
"Since you can't seem to follow directions I guess I must instruct you. Again. Choose."
Looking more closely you see there are five items meticulously laid out on the bed. A leather paddle, a bar with bindings for both hands and ankles, a leather flogger, a anal plug, and a small mechanical unit that you don't recognize. You inspect it and it is the size of a cell phone with two sets of wires coming out of it with alligator clips at the ends.
While you are looking at this he is getting more impatient.
"Enough. Since you're too incompetent to even make a choice you will get all of them."
He then turns you around to face him. He rips open your blouse pulling it off you. He grabs your bra straps and pulls it down to your waist. He proceeds to bend you over the back of the chair. You nipples that are already hard from the clamps tighten more as your breasts brush the leather.
Your skirt is already riding high and your lack of underwear is apparent.
"You are a very careless thing. Didn't even bother to dress as a lady should." You try to stand but he pushes you back down. "Stay there and do not move." he says in his commanding voice.
He walks over to the bed but you can't see what he is getting with your head looking at the seat of the chair.
You hear the footsteps come back behind you. You feel his hands hike up your skirt so your ass is bare to the sky.
"I do not accept excuses and I despise tardiness. Maybe this lesson will teach you to be on time from now on."
As he finishes his sentence you feel the impact of the paddle full on striking both cheeks at the same time. You cry out. Both from the pain and from the excitement this is bringing you. A moment or two pass and you feel the impact again this time on just the left. Followed quickly by one on the right. This goes on for several minutes. No set pace. He takes his time and makes you wait. To anticipate the next blow. While your cheeks turn a heavy shade of red, you're getting wetter with each blow to the point there is a stain on the paddle. And your juices are running down your legs.
