Stand,” Mr Larson commanded. She obeyed, and Mr Larson removed her clothing. He pulled hard at her nipples and made them erect and swollen. Layla remained annoyed for much of the day. She spent her lunch break searching online for another job and felt tearful that nothing she found would pay as well. Layla was thrilled to have left the bar job. She had hated it. She had hated how she never got a day off, she hated that she was always exhausted, and she hated that the penny-pinching Aaron took every error in her till—even when she confirmed she had added items by mistake and the money was right—from her wages. She felt no guilt in leaving Aaron down a member of staff, though she hoped it would not make life too difficult for her colleagues. Oh, look, dear.” Mrs Foster smiled. “I do loathe it when someone wears the same dress—especially when that someone is young, pretty, and wears it beautifully.” The journey home started as silently as the journey there, though this time, Layla bubbled with rage. She was still angry with Mr Larson for what he had said. He had done nothing but put her down recently, and now he using his own arrangement against her.

Yes, sir,” replied Layla, lying on her stomach on the bed. He commanded her to put her feet on the floor, and she obeyed. No,” she snapped. “I tried to set up my own business when I left university, but it failed. I’m probably stupid and naïve and not as great at business as you are, but I tried. I don’t appreciate being judged.”

Born in Flames (1983)

He didn’t respond, and instead, he led her up the stairs to the attic. Layla was relieved to find he wasn’t leading her to a dungeon. The attic held a metal-framed bed that had wrist and ankle restraints fitted. There was also a desk, a bench, and various odd-shaped chairs that had restraints attached, and a metal frame that looked to be used for restraining a person who stood.

The blows stopped, and Mr Larson rubbed her bottom as she sobbed from the pain. He moved to sit at his desk. She remained bent over, as he had not commanded her to move.Thank you, sir.” She glanced around the hallway. The house was beautiful, though it did not seem to be decorated the way she would expect a young man’s home to be. “Your home is beautiful.” She thought for a moment. She did not want him to hurt her, but she wanted to feel punished. She wanted to please him. “Ten strokes with the paddle, sir.” She felt no shame as she stood naked in front of him. She was thoroughly excited. Her bottom was red, her clit was swollen, her nipples hard, and she wanted more. She could not wait to find out what he would do to her next. She dropped her head to the floor to submit to him. Yes, sir.” She obeyed his command and positioned herself over his desk. She lowered herself slightly onto her elbows with her palms flat on the desk. Only later does she reveal that it’s an exclusive sex party at a renowned London mansion. Burlesque dancers, sketch artists and BDSM apparatus are all on the cards.

Mr Larson left the attic, and Layla stood and started to get dressed. She removed the nipple clamps. The work day ended and the work week, well, for everyone else at least. Layla had a full weekend of bar work to look forward to. Her only consolation was she didn’t start until the afternoon on Saturdays and Sundays and could enjoy some sleep after tonight’s shift was over. Perhaps not, but bullying a girl into fulfilling my needs is. I feel ashamed that I have done that to you. That’s why I send you away so I can pretend that it never happened. Pretend that I’m not just some deviant.”

Perhaps he always does it. Perhaps all the girls in the company have had a spanking from him. He does keep spanking implements in his office. I think there’s plenty of reasons people want sex, and being turned on is just one of those reasons. I definitely wanted to have sex with him, but it’s more from a trying-new-things and sexual exploration point of view. I mean I will give your bottom a thorough beating. I’ll make it red and sore, and I will make you think twice about being late.” Why is that my problem? I pay you to do a job, and I expect you here on time to do it. If you cannot then, you must go. You’re fired, Miss Farrow.”

Now who is judgemental?” He laughed. “I didn’t go to public school. I grew up on a council estate, and my parents built their business from nothing at the time when e-commerce was starting to boom. They helped me start my business.” I will administer spanking for punishment or pleasure as I see fit, and I will use a range of implements to do this. I will never cause you injury or damage to your skin other than bruising and redness.Mr Larson dropped the cane and rubbed his hands on her bottom. It was so sore, but she loved the sensation of him touching her. “Well done,” he said. He must know I will obey him if he commands it. He knows he could have had me last night if he’d wanted to. The blows continued, and Layla felt tears spring to her eyes as he beat her ass. “Please,” she whimpered.