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I ducked around the corner, keeping my eyes ahead at all times. Her skirt shimmered, making patterns with the light it caught around the globes of her ass. I was like a horse with a carrot, my reward being whatever lay beneath that expanse of fabric that started at her hips and ran all the way down to her ankles.
I knew her. We had worked together in the same department for years until suddenly she was transferred to Department 23. Rumors circulated but no one really knew why, well, no one except her. I hadn't seen her since, until now, this very moment, turning the corner and brushing past me.
Kathy was beautiful, tall and shapely with long auburn hair. I had always been curious about her, there. That is until I saw her in the bathroom, just two weeks before her transfer.
I walked in and there she was, trying to zip up her dress. I must have scared her because she whirled around, eyes as big as saucers. But not before I had a chance to see her back. It was covered with crisscross whip marks, reminding me of an out of control Pollock painting.
I smiled to myself. I had always suspected she was a little kinky but nothing like this. Quickly I said, "You should have locked the door."
She merely smiled, and shrugged. I could feel my panties growing wet. After work that day, I ran home and masturbated furiously.
Now, today, she was walking right in front of me. I wanted to talk to her, but I became merely hypnotized by the shifting of her ass. When she stopped short I ran right into her.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"Tanya?" she breathed. It was more a statement of wonder than a question.
"Kathy? How are you?" I feigned an air of almost indifference, pretended I hadn't seen her. That I hadn't been following her, that it was all purely a coincidence. She gave me that shy smile again, the one that sent pure fire up my spine.
I looked straight into her eyes, asserting myself in her presence, telling her what she must have instinctively known. Her eyes lowered. I asked her what she was doing now. She answered the ground more then me. A smile spread across my lips, with her face downcast she had no clue.
"I live around the block," I said, my voice ringing with confidence. "Come over for coffee." It was more a command then anything else and she realized that. I didn't know who was training her but as far as I could tell they demanded she be submissive to everyone. She followed me to my house.
I held the door open to her and she walked in, standing in my front hallway, eyes downcast. I pulled over a chair for her. "Sit," I said.
 She did. I walked into my bedroom for a moment to think about what I was doing. Ever since I had seen those welts on her back, dominating Kathy had been on my mind. It made me hot just thinking about it and I glanced over at my vibrator. I needed toys just for her. My eyes tripped around the room, until they came to rest on the riding crop I had used when I was young, taking horseback lessons.
I took off my jacket and sweater, throwing on a tight black top, creating the illusion of a body suit with the pants I was wearing. I slipped into my heels and came back out.
She was still sitting there, back completely straight, exactly as I had left her.
"Kathy," I said, "Stand up."
She did, her eyes never leaving the floor. "I want you to look at me." She looked up; I was stroking my palm with the soft leather of the riding crop. She sucked her breath in sharply.
"Now Kathy, I know you are a very good girl but I think you can be even better. Do you agree?"
She nodded, her eyes immediately reverting back to the floor.
"Good girl," I cooed, "I want you take off your clothing, slowly, piece by piece. I want to enjoy every moment."
With trembling fingers she began. The blouse was gracefully unbuttoned, then slipped over slender shoulders. Her breasts bounced out at me, pushing against her lacy white bra, begging to be released. She slid her hands up, around her back and undid the clasp. Her milky white tits rolled out, their long, dark nipples stiff. I walked around her, stopping at exactly ninety degrees. Her back. There it was, laid out for me, old scars and fresh whippings decorated it. I couldn't help myself. I lifted my hand and lightly stroked the raised flesh. She moaned, I brought up the riding crop and gently ran it down her back. Her back arched slightly, her head went down and I could see her fingers tensing in anticipation of the pain.
"Continue," I told her, walking back around to stand in front of her.
Her long skirt slid easily over her hips. She wore nothing underneath except a pair of soft leather knee high boots.
I smiled to myself. I was so pleased, here was Kathy, offering herself as a gift to me. "You can leave the boots on," I told her.
I walked closer, pushing my hot breath into her long hair. I wondered if her master was a man or a woman, and how she or he would feel about me talking my pleasure with Kathy.
 I placed a foot between her boots, and used my thigh to push her open. I took the riding crop and ran it up one of her long legs. I brought the thin black leather and drew it through her shaved pussy, it was stained from her wetness. I held it up underneath her nose.
"Do you see this?" I asked her, "Can you smell this?"
She nodded. "You did this," I told her, "I want you to taste it."
She parted her full lips, allowing me to bring the whip through. Her eyes were closed with ecstasy. I brought the chair she had been sitting on out in front of her, moving her body, pushing her down to lean on the chair for balance.
I went back behind her, staring at the beautiful scars, then without warning I lifted the crop and CRACK. I brought it down, smiling at my own addition to the scene.
A tiny cry escapes her lips, and I took that as an impetus to bring my crop down once more and CRACK. Her body lurched just the slightest bit forward. I noticed how she was trembling, each muscle quivering. I took my crop to tease her with it, drawing it along the fine crack of her ass. Her cheeks automatically spread for me and I glanced at her puckered hole. I wanted to fuck her in her ass. I had never done this to another woman before. I wanted it bad.
"Kathy," I said, softly. "Get on your knees."
She seemed a little confused but like a good girl she followed my orders. I went into my bedroom and picked up my vibrator, feeling its heaviness in my hand, turning it on low, then high. I grabbed the tube of lube off of my night stand and head back into the living room. She is still there, on all fours, head down to the ground. I can't help but smile at this perfect picture, for an instant I visualize her crawling toward me, rubbing her soft head against my heel... but then I look at her ass and am drawn into its dark hole.
I get behind her, rubbing my hands over fresh scars, feeling her wince as I make contact. Bringing my hands down over her round ass, tracing out the tight rosebud with my finger. I squirt out the cold lube, and teasingly I coat all around the outside. She is slightly pushing her butt back against my finger, "Kathy," I say with authority, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
I can see her pretty head nod. "Answer me," I demand.
"Yes," she whispers.
"What?" I am still teasing. The lube is practically melting off from the steam of her hot hole.
"Yes, I want you to fuck me."
"Where?"
 "In my ass," she whimpers, "please fuck me in my ass."
Happy now I lube up the vibrator, then, pop, it's in. I turn it up, drawing it in and out, harder and faster I turn it on high. I can see a puddle of woman come under her and I want to make her moan. She is biting her teeth, trained in silence. I don't care about her training, I know the only way to make her mine is to break past this. I reach up underneath her and give her hard nipple a good tug. A quick groan, that's it. I do it again, this time, twisting, pinching. Her body is shaking.
"Stay perfectly still," I tell her. I leave the vibrator to do its thing and I stand up over her, pulling the hard crop over her vibrating buns. Her asshole clenches. That is what she wants. Standing above her I have a rush of everything I am, I feel like the world, like sex, beauty and the ultimate woman.
CRACK. The crop comes down again. "Yes...," whispers Kathy.
"What did you say?" I demand. I repeat the action. CRACK.
"Yes," she moans a little louder.
"Let me know that you like it," I say.
"Yes, I like it," she whispers.
I love it. I bring the crop down again, this time letting her know it's all right to moan. And moan she does, each sound she lets out makes me hotter and my cunt is aching for something, although I do everything not to show it.
I take my crop and walk in front of her, brushing it gently against her cheek. I can almost hear the hot breath that escapes. My hot pussy is right in front of her face, I bring it closer, burying her nose in it. She inhales, exhales, I feel it all. I lay the crop against her back, and she, like a good, good girl, begins to lick. Each time I want her to speed up so I add more pressure to the sores on her back with my crop.
Soon she is furiously flicking my clit and I feel as if the crop is going to disappear right into her back. Soon the fire ball is burning in my stomach, the tension is mounting and I explode, coming into her mouth, my legs shaking. I push her away and she falls over, the vibrator popping out of her asshole. She looks at me in shame.
I'm sold. "It's okay," I tell her. Then I let her masturbate with the vibrator while I keep the crop resting on the inside of her thigh. She comes with an amazing quickness.
She leaves and I fall into a deep sleep. It is days before I hear her name again, when the President of our company calls me into his office.
"Seems you and I have a lot in common," he says. He is holding a riding crop in his hand, it matches mine exactly. My breath grows short at the sight of it. He dismisses me and the next day my transfer for Department 13 comes in, as I pack up my desk I try to suppress my smile but I can't help it, once in a while a giggle slips out.
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