“Hey, how’s my dream team doing today?” Dave asked.

“Good morning, Dave!” Sally greeted their boss. 

“What’s up, Dave?” Austin asked excitedly, suspecting he had another unusual assignment for Sally and him, and hoped it was similar to the one that had brought them together. 

“What? Can’t I just greet my employees in the morning?” he asked and getting a look of doubt from both, added, “Okay. You know they loved your work on that last batch of products, right?” He paused for a nod from both. “Well, they’re expanding on your idea of introducing the lighter side of impact play, and they’d like you to write the descriptions for the next set of products as you did with the paddles.” 

“And I suppose they want them today?” Austin asked skeptically. 

Sally was quiet as she imagined what these implements might be, her arousal rising already at the prospect of new toys. 

“No, they gave us an extra day’s notice so you wouldn’t have to work the weekend again. They want to load them again on Sunday, so by tomorrow night is fine.” 

“Oh, well, that was consid …” Austin started to show gratitude for their consideration, but Sally interrupted. 

“Is it okay if we do it on Saturday again?” Sally asked, with Austin seeing the intrigue on her face. “Um, I … uh, want to finish this analysis I’m working on while it’s, you know, still fresh in my mind? And besides, the quiet of a Saturday with no one here helped with the writing.” She looked at Austin, and he knew what she was cooking up. 

“Yeah, I suppose I could do it Saturday morning,” he said as though it was a major concession on his part. 

“I’m sure it’ll be okay, but I’ll check with Deidre to make sure,” Dave replied. “Are you sure? That analysis isn’t due till the middle of next week.” 

“I know, but if I put it down now, I’ll lose a lot of time getting my mind back into it. If I start a little early tomorrow morning, I’ll have it done by the end of the day, and then we’re free to do Deidre’s work on Saturday.” 

Dave accepted the reasoning and went off to check with Deidre. 

“You’re a very naughty girl, Sally,” Austin whispered in her ear when they were alone. “I think you’ll need a special punishment on Saturday!” 

“Yes, sir! I’m sorry, sir!” she replied, smiling through her bitten lip. 

Friday morning, they got an email from Dave telling them Deidre was fine with the schedule and she’d drop by later in the day to give them the samples of the implements they’d be writing about. 

“Hey, guys!” Deidre called out when she entered their work area, holding a large shopping bag with one of the implements poking out the top. “I brought you the samples of the toys you’re going to write descriptions for,” she said, walking directly to Sally’s desk and putting the bag on top.  

“Thanks, Deidre,” Sally said with a strange look on her face, which Austin understood, and Deidre noted it with a smile. “We, um, appreciate you letting us work on it tomorrow as well!” Sally added, trying to conceal her prurient interest. 

“Hey, it’s your free time, not mine!” she said as she reached into the bag to take the implements out one by one, commenting on each. 

“First, we have the strap. You know it comes in three lengths?” she started, and Austin joined them. “Next is the tawse, just two tails on this, but we’re also doing the three-tail version in this round. Did you know we source the crop from an authentic tack shop?” she asked as she removed the item whose handle was visible outside the bag. 

“Tack shop?” Sally questioned. 

“A leather shop where they make and sell leather items associated with horseback riding,” Austin instructed, getting a questioning look from Deidre. “I took lessons when I was young.” 

“You still ride?” Deidre asked. 

“Rode is more accurate. I stopped when my father died. I didn’t really like it that much.” 

“You two are full of surprises,” she said with raised eyebrows. “Finally, the martinet. We call it that because it sounds more exotic, but with this many tails, it’s really a flogger,” she said as she ran the supple leather strands through her fingers and then, without warning, lashed it lightly against her leg, surprising them both, but Sally’s face revealing her interest again. Seeing Sally’s reaction, Deidre laughed and laid the implement on the desk on top of the others. 

“Okay, thanks. We’ll leave them on your desk when we’re through with them,” Austin spoke for Sally, who’d been rendered speechless. 

“Thanks, guys!” Deidre said as she left. “I can’t wait to see what you … do with them!” 

Austin looked out the door to be sure the woman had disappeared before going to Sally and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

“Are you okay?” 

“I think she knows something! Did you see those looks she gave me?” 

“Maybe we should just write the descriptions tomorrow without trying them out?” 

“Why? Do you think she’s going to come and watch?” 

“No, but it seems unnecessarily risky,” he replied. 

“You know that only makes me want to do it even more! You’ll just have to make doubly sure there’s no one here tomorrow. Maybe we should come a little later when even those who often work on Saturdays have gone home?” 

“I don’t know, Sally.” 

“C’mon, Austin! Please?” she replied, knowing he couldn’t refuse her when she begged. 

Later that night, when Sally begged to be taken over his knee, Austin warned her that the implements they’d be sampling tomorrow were much more severe than any they’d tried, and she’d be getting more than just a warm-up spanking to prepare her. Nevertheless, he couldn’t refuse her, and before long, nearly a hundred lightly stinging smacks had met her eager bottom.

Waiting till almost noon to start, there were no cars in the lot, but Austin did an exhaustive search of the building, remembering Mary Jo, the bus rider from last time. He set up the booby trap again at the employee’s entrance. 

“So, naughty girl! Are you going to be able to work knowing you have a rather more severe punishment coming when you’re done?” 

“I don’t know what these things feel like!” she started, her fingers dancing over the fearful instruments. “I’m gonna do the writing after you use them on me when I know what they’re like! I’ll start with the strap after you give my bottom a good warm-up!” 

“Oh! Okay. That makes sense. Should I check the building again?” he asked nervously. 

“Austin! You just did that! C’mon! Spank me!” she cried, her frustration with Austin’s fears showing. 

“Alright! Get over my knee, you … what was that?” he asked; Sally’s expression said she heard it too. It was just a slight noise, like someone breathing in suddenly coming from the front of their open work area. 

The company’s office had an open floor plan with a single dividing wall between departments and rows of cubicles for the workers. They’d recently moved into an area that had been for a larger group, leaving several unused desks between theirs and the front hallway lined by the executive offices with glass walls on the other side. 

Austin rose from the chair he’d just sat in and walked slowly toward that entrance, craning his neck to see around the two corners of the walls that separated them from others. He walked a few paces in each direction and returned, seemingly satisfied there was no danger.

“The AC just turned on.  Probably just a noise from the ducts. C’mon! You need a spanking!” 

Sally smiled as she often did when placing herself in his lap, anticipating the fantastic feeling of his hand on her bare bottom. She was both worried and excited at the thought of the new toys he’d be using on her. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her intentionally, but he might by accident, so they’d agreed previously that he’d stop with each one when she said ‘enough.’ Unlike a safeword, it didn’t put a full stop to all activities.

Austin placed his hand on the bottom he loved in so many ways and caressed her soft cheeks, quivering slightly as they often did when about to feel his palm. 

“You’re not wearing panties, are you?”

“I’m sorry, sir! I forgot to put some on!” she explained lamely, and he laughed as he pulled her flimsy skirt up, exposing what he thought of as the most beautiful bottom in the world. “Oh God!” she gasped as his hands explored the smooth roundness. “Please spank me!?” 

“As you wish!” he replied, and the room was filled with the delicious sound of spanked cheeks and her appreciative moans. 

For almost five minutes, he gradually increased the intensity, starting with playful pats and ending with hard smacks to the lower half of her fleshy cheeks, with frequent stops to test their warmth. 

“Mmm, I wish we could just continue like this, but it’s time for the strap,” she said as she rose from his lap and tucked the knee-length skirt into its waistband before bending over the desk. 

“I’m sorry, sir!” she pled convincingly, “Do I really have to get a strapping!?” 

“You know you need it. Ready?”

“Yes, sir. Ow!” she yelped at the first lash of leather across both cheeks. 

The first few were more like paddle swats as the strap was pulled back after contact, but he knew from their research the prior evening that a follow-through on the stroke was the proper way to yield a strap. Another couple of tentative strokes fell before he got the feel of it.

“Oh fuck! Oww! Oh my God, Austin! Yeow!” she cried, reacting to the first real strapping she’d ever gotten! “Do some from the other side!” she instructed, crying out similarly after one missed lash from an unfamiliar backhand. “Harder!” she said, screeching her response and “Enough!” after the three hardest. 

“Are you okay?!” Austin asked with genuine concern. 

“Yeah, I’m okay, but that was really intense!” 

“Are you sure you want to continue? I mean, these others are liable to be worse!” 

“Not right away. I’m going to write the description for this one while the feeling is fresh. I could’ve taken more, but we have three more to go!” she said as she rubbed her burning bottom. 

Wincing when she sat in her chair and rolled up to the desk, her fingers flew over the keys as she described the evil strap while the pain it inflicted was still fresh. 

‘At 3” wide and 14”, 16” or 20” long, you won’t mistake this supple leather strap for your daddy’s belt when the square tip bites into your poor unsuspecting bottom. With leather rolled around a wood core and pattern-stitched, your ‘daddy’ will be able to maintain a firm grip, whether used forehand or backhand, to be sure both cheeks get the same treatment.’

“Wow! Those words seemed to flow from your fingers!” Austin remarked after she’d finished. 

“It came so easily while I squirmed in the chair from the burning pain!” she said as she stood and hugged Austin. “Mmm, that feels good! You’ll have to give my hiney a good rub when we’re done!” 

“What’s next?” 

“The tawse, I think. It’s kind of a strap, too, so I’ll want the memory of the strap fresh to feel the difference. Remember the follow-through, okay?” 

“Bend over, ya naughty lass,” he said with a poor Scottish accent, paying tribute to the implement’s origin. 

“Yeowch!” she screeched at the first lash, surprised that she could feel the two separate tails. She’d assumed it wouldn’t be much different than the strap in that regard, even though the leather was lighter and the dimensions smaller. 

Austin was of a mixed mind about these straps. He loved the sight and the sound of the leather whipping across her cheeks and the way they jiggled from side to side with the horizontal attack, but he was afraid he was hurting her too much.

“Enough!” she cried after only three lashes from the other side. “Wow! That was so different from the strap!” 

‘Why have one strip of leather stinging your bottom when you can have two!? Or even three! At an inch wide each and less than a foot long, the two tasty tails will have you relishing their bright sting.’

Rarely having to sit after a spanking, let alone two strappings, Sally opted to stand as she typed, bent over the keyboard while Austin soothed her stinging, burning cheeks. 

“I have to use the ladies’ room, or I might pee on the floor the next time you spank me!” Sally said, pulling her skirt out to fall back around her legs. 

“I’ll join you!” Austin started and then, realizing how that sounded, clarified, “Walking to the restrooms, I mean! I’ll do another sweep of the office to be sure we’re still alone before we continue. 

Deidre had heard enough and crawled out from under the corner desk, escaping to the other ladies’ room to wait till she heard the two resume their fun to get out of the building. Her suspicions were confirmed, and she wished she could stay to listen to the rest, but her legs were cramping hidden under that desk, and she didn’t want to risk discovery during Austin’s ‘sweep.’

She’d suspected that Sally had more than a great imagination after reading her copy and had even intimated such when she suggested, ‘It’s almost like you know how it feels’ when talking with Sally. 

Her suspicions grew stronger after a casual conversation with Max a few days later when he described the two as looking like two guilty children when he’d encountered them that Saturday. He’d wondered what their uproarious laughter was about when he heard it from his desk down the hall. Deidre said nothing about her hunch that the two analysts had more than a passing familiarity with impact play. 

She’d waited till Thursday to get Dave’s approval for the assignment and then gave them Friday to complete the task. They’d tip their hand if they opted to do the work on Saturday. Dave had noted her knowing smile when he asked if they could turn the work in on Saturday. He said they’d be starting around noon, so she waited in a coffee shop across the street for their arrival and entered through the front door to get to the hiding place she’d found after they left on Friday.

She heard them talking in their work area and snuck out the door she’d entered an hour ago. No longer at risk of discovery, her mind turned to what she’d only heard, though she almost took a peek a couple of times, the first time during Sally’s warm-up spanking and again when she shrieked with the first real lash of the strap. 

Her hand drifted off the steering wheel and between her legs as she recalled the arousing sound of the surprisingly long spanking intended as a warm-up. It had been too long since she’d been over the knee of a capable, strong man, having her bottom spanked red and raw. Even though she’d seen nothing, the real and live sound of Austin’s hand smacking Sally’s bare cheeks was much better than any video on the internet. 

Upon arrival at home, she checked to be sure her husband was still out on the links before retrieving from its hiding place the same small leather paddle Sally had written about. Pulling her jeans and panties down, she bent over the arm of the sofa and paddled her deserving bottom at a rapidly increasing pace and intensity. Nearing her limit, her free hand found its way between her legs and stroked her sodden slit while still beating her bottom with the paddle until she came smearing the leather beneath her with her milky juices. 

Making a quick lunch, she considered what to do with the information she had gained today. Though she already had something of a plan, she wasn’t sure how to execute it. Her envy of Sally provoked the vision of herself bent over Austin’s knee and, grabbing her paddle again, beat her bottom while bent over the kitchen table. 

“Okay, now the crop!” Sally said as she picked it up and smacked it into the palm of her hand a few times, cringing at the sharp, stinging pain and newly afraid of its effect on her bottom. 

“We don’t have to do all of them, Sally!“ Austin offered, still afraid of truly hurting her. 

“No, I need to feel it to write about it. Just a few, okay? Then use just the slapper on my bottom.” 

“Bend over, naughty girl!” 

“Oww! A little harder! Oh shit! One more a little harder! Oww! Oh my God! It’s like a line of fire across my cheeks!” 

Much more intense than she’d expected and well beyond what she desired, she’d had enough after five, the first two of which were light ‘test’ strokes. 

“Now, use the flapper on my cheeks,” she instructed. “Ooo, that’s kinda nice! At least compared to the rod! A few more, Austin! Yeah! Get the other cheek, too!” 

“Maybe you’re just supposed to use the flapper?” Austin opined. 

“I’ve seen where it’s used between the legs! Try it on my pussy!” she said, spreading her legs apart. “Ooo! Oh God! A few more, a bit harder! Oh! Ow! Ooo! It feels good, but you can only take so much!” she said as she knelt at her keyboard again. 

‘At 28” end to end, this crop delivers a line of searing fire from the fiberglass rod wrapped in braided leather. The heavily stitched handle allows for a firm grip, but if you’re energetic in its use, there’s a wrist strap to ensure you don’t lose it. The 2”x3” keeper/flapper, flicked on the flesh, provides a deliciously concentrated sting that can also be applied to other sensitive areas with greater effect!’

“Are you sure you want to continue? This flogger looks ominous!” 

“Actually, it’s supposed to feel really good! That’s why I saved it for last!” she said as she moved to Austin’s clear desk. Securing her skirt again, she lay her torso on its surface and bent her knees to provide a most enticing target. “Build up slowly, okay?” 

Austin had been holding it, swishing it through the air, getting a feel for its weight and how it moved. Dragging the soft leather tails across her bottom and between her legs, he teased her stinging cheeks and pussy to her appreciative sighs and moans. Soft swishes became slight slaps, became severe slashes as she arched her back, inviting more. 

“Switch to the other side, but don’t stop!” she pleaded as the forty-plus tails, no one of which could do any real harm but together, provided a surprisingly firm impact and a warmth that seemed to cover her entire bottom. Like the strap, the tips stung the far side of her cheek, but the overall stinging heat had her moaning and pushing her butt out, begging for more.

“Mmm, you really like it, don’t you?”

“Oh, Austin! We’ve gotta get one of these! A little bit harder! Yeah! Ow! Ooo, it feels so good!” she enthused, and when he slipped his hand underneath and between her legs, she could feel a climax coming on fast. “Don’t stop! Either hand!” she implored him as the lashes continued with a lighter force, and his fingers rubbed her pussy raw. A minute later, she came, her body trembling on the desktop while Austin dragged the leather tails between her legs and red cheeks.

She stood up and fell into his arms, hugging him tightly around his waist while his hands soothed both her back and backside. He loved the feel of her quivering body in his arms, bestowing complete trust in him despite what he’d just done to her. At moments like these, he only wanted to give her anything she desired.

“I have to write,” she said before tilting her head back to solicit a loving kiss.

‘This ominous-looking martinet is a most versatile implement, whether the 45, 18” long, limber tails are dragged across sensitive areas, the narrow tips teasing between your legs, or lashed hard across your deserving bottom. Even its impact has a wide range of effects, from playful strokes imparting a delicious warmth over both cheeks to hard lashes that raise the temperature from warm to burning and push you forward with each forceful blow. The thick leather-wrapped handle provides the wielder with a firm grip and a wrist strap. You won’t be sorry adding this martinet to your arsenal, whether you just want to play or feel like you’re being truly punished without the fear of going too far!”

Austin just shook his head as he watched the words pour onto the screen, wondering whether she really did have a future as a writer. When she finished, she turned to look up at him with a mischievous smile from her kneeling position in front of her keyboard, and it didn’t surprise him when she stood and bent again over his desk.

“Ten more? On each side, okay?” she asked and, seeing his accommodating smile, added, “And then fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

“Count them!” he demanded as he swung the flogger through the air menacingly.

“Yes, sir! Ooo! One! Uh! Two! Fuck! Three!” she counted as the ten from her left side were delivered. The counting started at ‘one’ from his backhand side as he compensated for his weaker swing with harder strokes. “Yeow! Nine! Fuck me! Ten!” she cried, watching him quickly drop his pants and stab her pussy with his enlarged cock.

He wasn’t going to last long as his arousal had been building with all the implements they’d tested, but judging from her pushing back to meet his pounding thrusts, she wouldn’t either. No gentle build-up or long, slow strokes, they went from zero to sixty in no time, gasping and groaning loudly enough to be heard throughout the building.

Sally could still feel the sting from the earlier toys, but even more, the delicious heat from the flogger, both enhanced by the pounding she was taking after asking to be fucked hard. The flogger’s warmth spread to her heart as she reflected on the joy Austin had brought to her life. It was more than just that she’d finally found someone to give her the spankings she’d wanted for so long. Whether spending a harmless afternoon in each other’s arms, exploring each other’s bodies with fingers and tongues, or even when he was beating her ass in some manner, he was always giving and making her desires paramount with no thought of his own reward.

The quickly approaching climax brought her thoughts back to Austin’s cock, pummeling her pussy with his hands on her hips. One’s cumming triggered the other’s as it happened almost simultaneously. He remained inside her until the violent spasms ebbed, and when he finally pulled out, she turned, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him with a forceful passion he’d not felt before.

Their lips separated, but their eyes did not as though trying to say something words could not yet convey. Austin brushed the hair from her face and kissed her tenderly in another wordless gesture. They smiled as the period at the end of their silent sentences.

“Take me to the park?”

“Sally, don’t you think you’ve …”

“No,” she giggled, “Not for that. I just want to be outside with you. It’s a beautiful day!”

“Why don’t we stop at a deli, get some sandwiches, and make a picnic of it?”

“I’d like that. Let me get these descriptions to Deidre. She asked that I email them this time. I don’t know why I printed them last time. She’ll check her mailbox this afternoon to know when they’re done.”

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