Free Training Amy by Anne O'Connell

to pick up Brad last night, were you snooping around in the back room?” His expression was dead serious.
    She felt her face flush six shades of red and she swallowed, hard. There was no way she could lie; not to Eric.  “I, umm, thought I heard movement, like rats or something.”
    He furrowed his brow. “Were you told not to come back here?”
                Fear clutched at her gut. Great, she’d done it now. She was going to get fired and lose the hot guy all because she was too curious for her own good and couldn’t be trusted. She looked down at her feet. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
                “This is a serious offense.” He shook his head and turned back to the door, unlocking it. “Come here.”
                She swallowed again, pent up emotion swelling inside her, hitting that wall. Willingly her feet did as she was told. Following him into the room she waited as he pulled the cover off a large cage. A moment of puzzlement passed over her face. She didn’t say anything.
    He took the pin out of the cage door and turned to her with a sober expression. “Take off your clothes and get in the cage.”
                Disbelief overwhelmed her. “Umm, sorry?” She wasn’t sure she’d heard him right. The whole thing seemed surreal.
                Letting out a deep sigh Eric regarded her for a moment, grabbing a whip from a table. “You’ve broken the rules, Amy. The rules were not meant to be broken. Now it’s time to pay the penalty for disobeying a direct order. Two hours in the cage. Clothes off, in.”
    A rush of excitement and fear ran through her. She wasn’t sure which was stronger.  Either way she felt she was going to be sick.
    “Come on. I don’t have all day. I need to get back up front.” Eric’s eyes bore into her expectantly.
                “I’m not getting in there,” she finally said.
                “You either do as I say of your own free will or I’ll bind and gag you and put you in the cage myself. Don’t make this difficult.”
                She looked at the whip in his hand. He was certainly stronger than she was. How could she have been so wrong about him? They’d spent almost eight hours a day together for the last three weeks.
                He took a step toward her.
    Unbidden she kicked off her shoes and began undressing. All the while Eric watched her, seemingly emotionless and detached. When she had removed everything and stood nude in front of him with her hands over her breasts and her legs tightly clenched of course, he regarded her for a moment.
    “Put your hands behind your back and spread your legs.”
                A warm tingle spread through her sex. With some reluctance and some embarrassment she took her hands away from her breasts and pulled them behind her back, feeling her chest naturally arch outward, shoving her full breasts forward for his inspection. Then she stepped her legs apart, painfully aware of her exposed shaven pussy.
    An approving look washed over his face. “Good, now into the cage.”
    He motioned her into the cage and she went, feeling a rush of excitement when he closed the door behind her.
                “Now get on your knees, legs spread and hands behind your back,” he ordered.
    Drawing in a deep breath she maneuvered in the tight space and did her best to follow his instructions. She said nothing. It was as if her voice no longer worked. Her willpower left her. She so badly wanted that look of approval from Eric. After all, he was right. She wasn’t supposed to have been back here at all. She deserved to be punished. When that thought crossed her mind she felt her slit moisten.
                He was still watching her. Quietly he set the whip on the bench then picked up her clothing and also set it on the bench. “I’ll be back in two hours and I’ll let you out. Stay in the position .”
    With that