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This is my very first story to the group, it was prompted by a question
posted recently in alt.sex.stories, wanting to know why there are not
many
stories appearing here these days. I posted a reply saying that if we
all
posted the one story that I`m sure we all have in us, then there would
be
enough stories for all.
I apologise in advance if the quality or content is not as high as some
of
our more regular contributors (three cheers for them!) but at least I
am
making the effort to give a little back to the group which has provided
me
with so much entertainment.
Constructive criticism is very welcome. I can learn more from one word
of
criticism than I can from a thousand messages of praise. This does not
mean,
of course, that your congratulations on producing such a fine piece of
literature will not be fully appreciated. (g)
I suppose I should be inserting the usual load of garbage here about
disclaimers, but you`ve read it all before and so I`ll just say, all
the
usual disclaimers apply and don`t do this at home kids!

                           The Trainee Manager (Part 4)
                           XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Steve returned to his home for the rest of the day, his cheeks still
felt as
though they were on fire. He tried to relax but he could not block the
thought of this evening`s punishment session from his mind. At seven
o`clock
he had finally come to a decision, he would not go to Kim`s for his
eight
o`clock appointment, he had reached the end of his tether and could not
take
any further pain and humiliation from this young girl. As he relaxed
slightly, the full realisation of the repercussions of his decision
suddenly
descended upon him. Seven years hard work and evening classes were to
be
thrown onto the trash heap.
In addition to this, he would have great difficulty in getting another
job
as his Employers would, no doubt give him a bad reference. He weighed
up all
this against just one night of pain and came to the decision that he
had to
go through with it. There was just time to leap into his car and drive
to
Kim`s by eight o`clock.
Steve pushed the doorbell on the large oak door and was greeted by a
vision
in black leather. "Hello Steve, glad you could make it" Kim said
pleasantly.
I thought that as you referred to me as a kinky bitch, I might as well
dress
like one, are you impressed?"
Steve looked at the stunning red-head in front of him. She was wearing
a
black bra, short skirt and thigh high boots, all made from luxurious
soft
black leather. "You look wonderful," he sighed, wishing that he had
been
invited here under different circumstances.
As she led him into the study, Steve`s blood froze. There on the desk
in
front of him lay the dreaded thick, three inch wide leather belt that
she
had used on him earlier in the week. Several lengths of rope snaked
lazily
over the leather topped desk.
Kim looked anxiously at her watch. "I hope Tara hasn`t got cold feet,
she`s
a bit late." She picked up a length of rope and twirled it playfully.
"I
thought we might need a little restraint tonight, young man. After all,
it`s
not just my twenty four you`ll be receiving, you also have a punishment
to
come from Tara, I wonder how many she will give you?" She asked
teasingly.
The muffled clunking of a car door signalled the arrival of her friend
and
she went to let her in. "Make sure you`re totally stripped by the time
we
return or else you`ll get some extras."
As Steve quickly unclothed, he could hear the two girls giggling and
talking
excitedly. He had just removed the final item when they joined him.
Tara was
still wearing the same riding outfit that she had worn earlier in the
shop
and looked sexier than ever. "His face still looks quite battered."
Tara
remarked. "Wow, the other cheek looks as though it took a pasting too."
"Yes, I have to admit that I just couldn`t resist evening things up,"
smirked Kim. "I thought we would tie him down tonight, I don`t think
he`ll
manage to stay in position otherwise." She immediately began tying the
ropes
to the legs of the desk and her friend did likewise. When all four
ropes
were fastened to the desk, Kim ordered Steve to bend across the desk
and
they attached his wrists and ankles securely. 
"That should do it!" Kim announced proudly. "Let`s go and have a drink
and
leave him to sweat a bit. As the girls left the room, Steve turned his
head
to see the the thick piece of leather that would soon be decorating his
flesh. 
After about twenty minutes the girls returned, drinks in hand.
"Right!" said Kim. "Would you like to go first or would you prefer to
go to
work on sorry piece of flesh that I will produce?"
"I`ll let you show me how it`s done," replied Tara, knowing that when
it
came to her turn, Steve would be feeling it all the more.
Kim picked up the belt and doubled it, gripping it tightly in her left
hand.
She moved to the side of the helpless Steve and inspected the remaining
evidence of her first thrashing. She was a little disappointed to
discover
that there were only a few purplish bruises to show for all her
endeavors,
this made her all that more determined to make the marks more permanent
this
time.
Suddenly, without warning, the belt whooshed through the air. And just
as
suddenly Steve felt that familiar fiery sting across his arse. Kim
waited
for his reaction, only a slight grunt escaped from his throat. Once
again
the belt descended with full force upon his flinching buttocks, this
time
Kim`s reward was a squeal of pain from her spreadeagled victim.
"Ooh yes! That was a good one, give him some more of those," encouraged
Tara.
Kim obliged by laying on half a dozen more in quick succession which
had
Steve screaming like a banshee as he bucked and writhed as much as his
bonds
would allow.
Bright red and purple blotches sprang up on his buttocks as the girls
surveyed the damage with the interest and appreciation of an art
connoisseur
examining a fine Rembrandt. Tara dug a painted fingernail into one
particularly angry red welt which produced renewed high pitched screams
from
the subjugated creature. He was no longer a human being, he was a mere
toy
for their amusement and, like spoilt children, they were quite happy to
play
with it until it broke.
Tara removed her hand from the bruised and raised flesh and Kim resumed
with
intensive ferocity. The doubled-up thickness of leather screamed down
once
again, clinging almost lovingly to his tortured arse cheeks as it
imparted
another fiery swathe of agony. By the time she reached the halfway
stageof
twelve, Kim was breathing heavily, partly from her exertions, but
primarily
from the excitement of inflicting such a ruthless thrashing upon the
helpless form, who, in between sobs, was imploring her to stop. His
pleas,
of course, fell on deaf earsas Kim upped the tempo, eager to impress
the red
headed equestrienne who looked on admiringly. After another six
strokes, his
backside was a tableau of frightening red and purple markings. It felt
to
Steve as though it had swolllen to three times it`s original size and
he
didn`t know how much more he could stand before he totally lost his
senses.
He felt the leather being lightly draped across the backs of his upper
legs
and he remembered how excruciating the pain had been when she had
thrashed
him on that particular part of his anatomy earlier in the week.
Nevertheless, it did signify, at least, a welcome relief for his
oh-so-sore
backside as she finished her savage attack with six full-blooded
slashes
into the tops of his thighs. Each stroke was accompanied by a
blood-curdling
scream from Steve who was twisting and jerking like  a crazed
marrionette
gone berserk. 
Tara moved round to whee Steves head lay and lifted the tear-stained
faceupwards by a handful of hair. She looked across to the panting Kim
to
congratulate her on a wonderful performance. "Gee, I`ll have to go some
to
top that, Kim. That wa breathtaking," said Tara admiringly. "I can`t
imagine
the intense pain that the lecherous bastard is suffering. It`s really
making
me feel quite wetjust thinking about going to work on flesh that is
already
so tender. As Steve shivered inside at the thought of receiving Tara`s
punishment, Kimsmiled in appreciation of her friend`s lavish praise.
Her
face was flushed with excitement as she asked "How many are you going
to
give him?"  She handed the belt to Tara.
"Oh, I`m not really sure, I can`t forget that leering look he gave me
in the
shop this morning. There`s also the matter of him twisting my ankle, it
still feels badly bruised," she lied. "Maybe we should give him a
break.
While I decide upon his punishment, he can fix us some drinks and we
can
relax a bit." 
Kim, keen to prolong the evening`s entertainment, readily agreed and
they
untied themiserable Steve and ordered him to follow them into the
lounge and
fix them some drinks.
As they sat together on the sofa, with Steve kneeling in front of them,
Tara
playfully swung the belt as she contemplated how much more pain she
could
inflict. "You were very impressive with this belt, Kim, but I think I
have
something in the car which would be even more effective."
"Whatever you decide Tara my dear, you have a completely free hand for
the
remainder of his punishment," said Kim invitingly.
"Let`s make it more interesting , shall we?" Tara asked of her friend.
"he
can lick my riding boots until they are spotlessly clean, for every
minute
he takes to complete the task I will give him one stroke."
Kim clapped her hands excitedly. "Excellent idea, very ingenious, it
will
also be a very humiliating way to reinforce the sort of respect that I
am
trying to instill in him.
Steve slumped forward and was heartened that although there were a
couple of
muddy marks on one of the boots, they were still remarkably clean
despite
the fact that she had earlier been at the riding stables and it had
been
raining incessantly all day.
"Before we begin, I will just go and fetch the little toy that I have
in the
car for our slave," Tara announced rising from her seat and heading for
the
door.
Steve waited in fear and silence for Tara to return. The burning was
constant over the entire area of his arse and the back of his thighs.
Kim
just sat there with a mocking smirk on her face as she idly swung a
booted
foot back and forth, just in front of his discoloured and tear-stained
face.
After about five minutes, Tara returned. "Soory Kim," she apologised.
"I
accidentally trod through your flower beds, it was so dark out there, I
hope
I haven`t trampled on anything important."
"Don`t worry, no prob....." Kim began and then suddenly stopped as she
realised the full implication of her friends apology. She looked
gleefully
down at her riding boots which had been quite clean only minutes
earlier.
They were now coated in thick mud, even the legs had muddy marks on
them
where she had obviously deliberately scraped her muddy feet up and down
to
make Steve`s task even more disgustingly difficult. "Wow, what a bitch!
You
really do intend to make him suffer, don`t you?"
Steve turned his head in dread as Tara walked slowly past him, her
muddy
riding boots coming into full view as she sat down in front of him. A
look
of sheer horror and revulsion engulfed his features as he stared at the
muddy boots in disbelief. Tara adjusted her position and crossed her
legs,
the filthy boot mesmerised him as it swung gently to and fro. He turned
his
gaze up towards his tormentress and saw that her teeth were bared in
sadistic delight of the humiliation about to befall him. He noticed for
the
first time, the implement that she had fetched from her car and it
filled
him with terror. There, easily flexed into a semi-circle, Tara proudly
displayed a truly vicious looking whip.
It was between three and four feet long and the springy core was
covered in
plaited black leather. The silver tipped handle was no more than the
thickness of a pencil, yet amazingly it tapered to an even thinner
wire-like
thickness at the business end. He could imagine how cruelly that thin,
flexible whip would cut so deeply into his tender and swollen backside.
Tara suddenly released the end of the whip and it whistled upwards,
quivering from side to side as it pointed towards the ceiling. 
"Oooh, that looks lethal," enthused Kim. 
Tara handed it to her friend for closer examination. "Yes, it`s a
schooling
whip, it can leave such awful marks on the thick hide of a horse, even
if
used only lightly." Tara relished the thought of what havoc it would
create
upon human flesh, especially such tender flesh as that which would lay
before her.
Kim stood up and raised the whip high in the air. As she swished it
sharply
down, a high pitched whistling sound filled the room. Twice more with
increasing velocity she experimented, cutting though the air with the
dreaded screeching whistle which made Steve`s stomach churn. Kim`s face
was
a picture of delight, it was so light and effortless to use and could
obviously cause such damage. Moving over to the side of a fireside
chair,
she took deliberate aim and sent the tip zipping into the upholstery,
it
connected with a satisfying thwack, sending a puff of dust into the
air.
"This is absolutely gorgeous," she said. "I`ll just have to get one, it
is
so evil, I can`t imagine what state his arse will be in when you`ve
used
this on him."
"Time to begin, slave," intoned Tara, looking at her watch. "Don`t
forget,
one stroke for each minute that it takes. I`m sure you can imagine how
much
my little beauty will hurt."
Steve could imagine that only too well and, despite his revulsion at
the
task ahead of him, wasted no time in placing his slobbering tongue to
the
toe of her right boot. Within a few minutes, his tongue was coated with
the
wet gooey mud, from time to time he swallowed with a resounding gulp as
he
emptied his grit=filled mouth ready to continue. 
"Twenty minutes," announced Tara as she bent forward to drink in the
humiliation that was so obvious in his eyes. He had just finished the
first
boot, leaving glistening saliva over the black rubber surface. In the
meantime, Kim was stil prowling around, whip in hand, continuing to
practice
on the arms of the chair. The sound was a constant spur to Steve as he
struggled to complete the task as quickly as possible.
His tongue ached and his mouth tasted foul, despite the reminder of the
whistling whip, it was inevitable that he would slow down and by the
time he
sat back on his haunches to signify completion, forty nine minutes had
passed. 
Tara looked down and inspected the glistening black rubber. "OK, you
seem to
have done an adequate job, but it`s forty nine strokes for you. What do
you
think Kim?" She asked extending a booted foot towards her friend to
examine.
Kim bent down for a closer look at the boot which was raised before
her. "Oh
no Stevie, this will not do at all, you haven`t even touched the soles
and
heels yet, and the clock is still ticking." She looked up at Tara who
was
beaming with delight at the opportunity not only to continue with his
humiliation, but also to increase the number of strokes considerably.
The vanquished Steve emitted a low groan of dread as he bent lower to
lick
the raised sole that was presented before him, this was even more
digusting
than before, the mud was caked thickly between sole and heel and he
actually
had to use his teeth to bite away at mud accumulated there.
Occasionally
Steve would give a cough and splutter as some particularly revolting
piece
of dirt slid down his throat. Finally, exhausted, he collapsed on the
floor,
the bottoms of both boots had been licked spotlessly clean. His mouth
was
filled with the bitter taste of mud and he waited in a state of terror
for
the confirmation of the extent of his punishment.
"One hour and thirty five minutes," announced Tara. "By my reckoning
that`s
ninety five strokes." Her voice quivered with excitement at the thought
of
handing out such a vicious punishment.
"on your knees slave and crawl after us," Kim ordered with growing
excitement of the imminent flogging. Steve just stared, his eyes
pleading
with her to call a halt. "Too slow slave" Crack! Her hand came down
sweeping
across his face. Steve`s immediate response was to get down on all
fours and
crawl towards the study preceded by the black rubber riding boots that
he
had laboriously licked moments before.
Once inside the study he was manhandled across the wooden desk and the
girls
wasted no time in re-securing his hands and feet. The thin black whip
was
now in Tara`s impatient handsand she flexed the supple rod between both
hands contemplating the inviting target stretched out before her. She
moved
to one side and sent the zipping through the air several times in
practice,
the dreadful whistling initiated more whimpering pleas for mercy from
the
frantic Steve. He felt the whip tracing light patterns across his upper
back
for a few moments and then suddenly the ordeal began. The fearful
whistling
as the whip hurtled down on his virgin white back was to become the
most
frightening sound ever to reach his ears. A thin line of pain exploded
across his shoulder-blades.
"Wonderful," cried Kim as she admired the blood red mark that the final
three inches of the whip left in it`s wake.
"That was just a light stroke," replied Tara. "If I use full force, I
would
rip his back to shreds. Much as I`d like to, we don`t really want him
to end
up in hospital." She brought back the quivering wand for the second
stroke
of, what was going to be, a long and painful sentence. Another thin
blood-red welt sprang up alongside the first. Steve was already
screaming at
the top of his voice. On and on it went until there were ten angry
looking
fingers of fire painted into the top of his back. Several of these
marks
criss-crossed, and where they did so, Kim could see the odd speck of
blood
seeping from the wound.
Tara crossed to the other side of the desk and immediately began to
inflict
similar wounds upon his other side. His screams had turned unto high
pitched
whinnying noises as he twisted in vain to free himself. After stroke
number
twenty, Tara held the whip by her side as she carefully inspected the
painful flesh, her gentle fingers tracing lightly over the raised
marks.
Kim joined her and let out various ooh`s and ah`s in perverted
admiration of
her friends handiwork.
Tara moved her attentions down to the multi-coloured swollen buttocks.
The
whistling screech seemed an octave higher as she sent down her hardest
stroke yet, the thin whip cutting deeply into the centre of his already
tortured arse.
Kim squeaked in excitement as the right buttock split open like an
over-ripe
tomato. A trickle of blood meandered over the ridged surface towards
the top
of his right thigh. Five more strokes in quick succession reduced Steve
to
producing inhuman strangulated screeches. Tara glanced across at Kim
for
encouragement and was amused to see that her hand had strayed beneath
her
short leather skirt and was gently rubbing what laid beneath her wet
panties.
"Having fun?" Tara enquired. "I most certainly am." She added as the
thin
black snake hissed down yet again. The contorted figure in front of her
resumed it`s crazy dance of agony. As stroke number forty overlaid
several
bloody streaks, she sauntered to the opposite side of the room to
deliver a
repeat performance to his left buttock. Steve`s screams and growls were
gradually reduced to low moans and groans as the whip continued to rain
down
with ever-increasing intensity. 
"Fifty!" Shouted Kim as she rubbed away with increasing ferocity at the
itch
between her legs. Steve hovered on the edge of conciousness, praying
for the
sweet relief that it would bring. He was bathed in sweat and lay there
totally exhausted and broken. "Pleease, ple..... " His mumbled plea was
cut
short by the high pitched whistle that preceded another remorseless
stroke.
His deranged mind finally conceded and he drifted away into blissful
uncinciousness. 
Up above him the relentless Tara continued to turn his inert form into
a
scene from a Butcher`s display. At sixty, she paused, realising that
there
was now no response whatever from her victim. Grabbing a handful of
hair she
twisted his soaking wet face towards her. "Too bad, I was just getting
warmed up, Tara grinned across at her young friend was panting heavily
towards a glorious orgasm. The rubbing eased down gently as she rode on
the
waves of ecstasy.
"There are some smelling salts in the desk drawer, see if that will
revive
him," she panted breathlessly.
Tara rummaged around, first in one drawer and then the other, before
producing a small black bottle. Unscrewing the top, she forced the
bottle
firmly beneath his nostrils. After a few seconds, a coughing and
spluttering
Steve returned to Hell. After forcing him to take a few more deep
breaths
from the bottle, she seemed satisfied that he was in a suitable state
to
continue. Picking up her lethal whip, she moved into position to send a
vicious stroke cutting into the top of his left thigh. The inevitable
three
inch thin streak of blood appeared, quickly followed by several similar
parallel to the first. Steve`s suffering reached an even higher level
of
intensity as the strokes continued to zip down. there were just fifteen
strokes to come as Tara finished carving the grotesque tableau on the
thighs
before her. Once more Steve had slipped away into the only refuge he
had.
Smelling salts were thrust under his nose once more and once more they
worked their magic and delivered Steve to the sadistic Tara.
The schooling whip tapped against the moist and bloody mess that were
once a
pair of lilywhite buttocks. Seconds later the furious onslaught
continued
unabated as the whip sliced into the carnage it had previously
created.Every
two seconds it cut in more cruelly than the stroke before. With five
strokes
remaining, Steve once again passed out. That didn`t stop Tara as she
continued to decimate the lifeless flesh beneath her.
Finally it was all over and Kim rushed forward with the smelling salts,
fearful that they had gone too far and that they might indeed have to
answer
some awkward questions at the hospital. Steve came to with a
spluttering
cough and as the intense pain began to relay itself to his brain once
again,
he let out a low whimpering moan. "How many more for God`s sake" He
thought
to himself, and was relieved when the loosening bonds signified the end
at
last. Although untied,he  hardly moved a muscle, his back, legs and
arse all
seemed to be on fire and every slightest movement sent fresh messages
of
pain. Finally he managed to slump to the floor, he wanted to break down
in
tears, but was too exhausted even for that. He lay there for several
minutes
while the girls fetched themselves another drink. 
Upon their return Kim had a close examination of his many wounds and
even
she began to feel a little guilty about the extreme torment he had been
made
to endure. She helped him to his feet and guided him ti the bathroom
where
she ran him a hot bath with plenty of disenfectant. As he eased himself
gently into the stinging water, she instructed him to relax. "You had
better
take the next week off work to recover," she told him sympathetically.
"I
think that I can truly say that you have been taught the true meaning
of
respect and I will recommend to my Father that you receive your
promotion
upon his return."
Fresh tears welled up in Steve`s eyes in a mixture of gratitude and
relief.
As they overflowed down his battered cheeks, Kim walked to the door.
"Oh and
I thought you might like to be the first to know," she said over her
shoulder. "My Father`s retiring in six months time and I will be taking
over
the running of the business. I can assure you that you will be
receiving
regular visits from me to make sure that you stay in line." She gave a
hearty chuckle and closed the door behind her, leaving the weeping
Steve to
contemplate the ongoing cost of his promotion.

                                THE END
                                XXXXXXX

 


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