The cord was cutting into my skin and I was almost certain I was bleeding. I winced, not meaning for it to come out as loud as it did. Quit your whini...g and get on your knees! He barked the orders at me like a drill sergeant and I complied, the pointy blade of the knife glistening in my peripheral vision. His gloved hand found its way into my hair and he pulled my head towards his dick. Suck it, he ordered, and I opened my mouth to take him in. I thought about biting himhardbut refrained. For. .." Anya finished. "You should know that signing that, you'reagreeing to remain as you are for a whole three years." But you told me, we can change back in a day." I said, looking atJane."We can." She said. "But you, you're new. New staff has to agree to atleast three years, it prevents unnecessary situations. By the time youget the choice to change back, you're already adjusted and everyoneknows you."Three years was a long time. I kind of felt staggered by the wholesituation."You don't have to. She might not have done it for a long time but she definitely hadn't forgotten how. There was a pause after a while. I heard her reach onto the side table next to her and felt two sharp taps of a cold instrument on my warm bottom. It was the dreaded hairbrush. Next second she brought it down hard onto the sit spot of my bottom. I yelped out in pain. And she did it again. And again. And again until tears were streaming down my face. All self-discipline had gone and I was reduced to a crying. If you don’t want to.” I could tell she was nervous. In truth, I was the one who was nervous. I was decidedly bold. I stood up in front of Yvonne and held my hand out, palm up. Yvonne placed her hand into mine and I helped her to her feet. I placed my hands on her sides and sat her on the edge of the conference room table, the slit in her skirt exposing a good portion of her right leg. I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, and looped a finger into the elastic waist band of her panties..