Free The Businessman's Tie (The Power to Please, Book 1) by Deena Ward

any way, but he made me feel as if I were. The muscles in my
calves and thighs stretched taut from the angle of my heels conflicting with my
bent torso and arched back, from the extreme spread demanded by the width of
the bench. My ass jutted out, my pussy and anus covered only by the thinnest of
silk.
    Michael made a grunt which I assumed meant he was satisfied,
then stood in front of me. “Don’t remove your hands from that bar unless I tell
you to. Do you understand?”
    I told him I did then watched, fascinated when he began to
unbuckle his belt, his crotch mere inches from my face. I felt a rush of
wetness between my legs.
    He pulled his belt from the loops of his jeans. He didn’t
drop the belt as I thought he would, nor did he begin to unfasten his jeans.
Instead, he doubled the belt between his hands.
    After walking around behind me, he massaged one of my ass
cheeks.
    “Before we can watch the show in the main room, there’s
something you have to understand,” he said.
    He squeezed and rubbed each of my buttocks in turn, like he
was testing my flesh, testing the spring of skin and muscle over bone. “You’re
going to see a woman getting whipped. Have you ever been whipped, Sweet?”
    I managed to say no, not easy since I’d been holding my
breath.
    “To have any chance of understanding what the woman in the
other room is feeling,” he said, “you need to have some experience. Not a great
deal, but some point of reference. I’m not going to whip you, of course. It’s
too soon for that. A few light rounds with my belt, however, might be of some
use to you.”
    And with that, he snapped the belt across my ass. I bit back
a squeal, but made a grunting noise all the same. Fire flashed across my ass,
gone again in a moment.
    Michael rubbed where he hit me. Then smack! The belt struck
again. Smack! Again. I grunted with the blows.
    He rubbed me, “Her ass will be bare, of course. And she’ll
feel so much more pain than this, you can’t imagine.”
    He struck again. I clenched my stomach against the growing
burn. My ass became more sensitive with each strike, or perhaps the strikes
themselves were becoming harder. Then he rubbed me again. His hand slipped
under my panties, skin on skin, and he slid his fingers down the crack of my
ass, then lower to my pussy, my embarrassingly wet pussy.
    He stroked me and I squirmed under his touch. I forgot about
the belt and the burn.
    I shouldn’t have. In a quick motion, his hand was gone and
once again the belt struck, but this time lower, where the bottom of my
buttocks met the tops of my thighs. I barely contained my cry.
    Michael chuckled. “That one was for turning your head when I
told you not to.”
    He struck again, the same spot, with greater force than he’d
used yet. I was unable, finally, to restrain a yelp. My skin stung and burned
from the blow.
    “That was for arching your back when I told you to hold your
position. Just think, you never would have gotten those two blows if you hadn’t
been disobedient.”
    “Of course,” he said, “I get my greatest pleasure when you
obey me. But, I also get pleasure when you don’t. I enjoy the cries of
beautiful women, Nonnie. For me, it’s a win-win. Now, sit down. And remember,
don’t take your hands from the bar until I tell you to.”
    I sat down with relief and trepidation. My legs had grown
increasingly trembly from the stress of holding my straight-legged position
under the shock of Michael’s blows, so I welcomed the respite. But my butt was
fiery from the belt, and it wasn’t exactly pleasant to sit at that moment. Sit
I did, however, and made certain my hands stayed clasped around the bar as I
changed position.
    Michael straddled the bench behind me, and snugged up
against my back. The warmth of his smooth chest was soothing, unlike the
stinging heat plaguing my butt.
    “Time for the show,” he said, and pushed a button on a remote
control he held.
    I didn’t know if I was ready, but no matter,