Slacking on the job - part 1

Kissy can't keep her hands to herself on the job again. This time Kathia Nobili catches her and her mouth tightens into a thin line. No lectures. She simply snaps her fingers, points at the low bench near the crate stack, and tells her to strip. Kissy obeys, cheeks already flushed, skin tight in the draft. Kathia works quickly with what’s within reach: hemp rope looped around wrists and ankles, yanking Kissy’s knees apart until the bench bites into bare flesh. Silver clamps bite down on stiff nipples. Kissy jolts, moans cut short when the flogger’s first strike lands across her tits. The leather sings again, each stroke aimed lower until the lips between her open thighs darken and swell. Kathia takes her time, stepping back to admire the tremors running up Kissy’s calves. She slides the handle between drenched folds, twists, and waits until the girl starts to beg—then strikes once more, just to watch her scatter. When Kathia finally unties her, Kissy can barely stand, skin scored, cunt throbbing in the ache of lessons learned.