I try to pay as much as possible. I don’t want to spend five years paying them off. I want to be able to enjoy holidays and buy a house.” It can be for pleasure as well as punishment. That would depend on our needs. If you agree, then I will pay you what you would lose from your bar job.” 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.”

She ignored her thoughts, cleaned and dried herself, reapplied her make-up, changed into her uniform for her bar job, and left the toilets. She was relieved not to encounter Mr Larson before she left the office and pleased to get outside in the fresh air. Well, the city air, but at least the cool breeze on her face was refreshing. It was predictable and the same every week. Occasionally Mr Larson would finger her, but he usually just spanked her and accepted a blow job. He was so detached from her that the spanking alone was no longer enough to excite her. Still, the money came in handy, and coupled with the savings made from not eating out every evening and her exaggerated tips, she was managing to pay more off her loans. I see nothing here I can use to punish you,” he whispered. “My hands will not offer a severe enough punishment.” Yes, sir,” replied Layla, lying on her stomach on the bed. He commanded her to put her feet on the floor, and she obeyed.

Good girl,” he murmured with excitement. “My good obedient girl. Do you want me to use these things on you?” Layla moaned loudly as she made herself come. She had not orgasmed so well in a long time and still felt incredibly turned on. She ignored the temptation to play more and cleaned up to ready herself for sleep. Mr Larson,” she called. He stopped and turned. She lowered her head. “I did not mean to seem rude on Friday.” Should I say something? Argh, what’s the point? I’m seeing him for the money—I don’t care what he thinks.

Layla arrived at work early, only the cleaners were there. She made herself a coffee and sat at her desk enjoying the burning sensation she felt from her beaten skin pressing against her chair as Mr Larson arrived in the open plan office. Pleased to meet you, Miss Farrow.” Chad smiled. “And exceedingly well done. I am envious of the Foster contracts—who’d imagine a deal would go from several thousand a month to several thousand a day. I wish I’d got that chance.” His expression softened. “Layla, just get in the car. Let me take you home and then you can hate me.”

Caged (1950)

She shrugged. “I have taken them out over five years, and I’ve paid two years on one and eighteen months on the other—I have paid more than the rate, but I don’t have a settlement figure.” 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. I am not. I haven’t asked for anything, but I wouldn’t be unreasonable if I did. You got those contracts because of me.” Layla beamed happily. She had been feeling self-conscious about her dress, but now, realising Mr Larson was simply a snob, she relaxed.

Please, sir. No,” Layla pleaded. “I really need this job. I promise I will be better. Please give me another chance.”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. Before she could reply, the Fosters called to them. Mr Larson brightened, and Layla smothered her anger. She managed to avoid speaking to him for the rest of the day. Mr Larson appeared happy that he managed to sign a few more contracts with the Fosters to increase supplies to more of his branches. Mike had Layla speak in German with one of his associates. Mr Weber was very impressed and said Layla’s passable German was impeccable. Mike invited Layla to attend a meeting to translate for some of his clients.

Layla had finished serving a group of office workers when she noticed another customer waiting on his own. She caught her breath. He didn’t, though. He had only wanted to punish her. He wanted to teach her a lesson so she would be in work on time. Yes, sir,” she replied, grasping his leg as his hand stung her cheeks harder. His blows got heavier, and she gritted her teeth.During my lunch hour. I overheard Mr Foster talking to the sandwich shop owner about how he had lost his supplier, and I approached him.”