‘I’m becoming a bit too alternative for school.’ I smile nervously and gesture him inside. He sits quietly while I gather everything I need, tak...ng longer than usual because his presence knocks me off kilter. ‘I don’t want anything too drastic,’ he tells me. ‘Just something to make me look professional.’ Normally I’d be amused at the hint of anxiety in his voice, he’s concerned I might take too much off, I can tell. Being in the business this long has helped me decode ‘I want just a little off’. Thank you, Sir. Softer,’ she said. ‘You’re not thanking me any more. You thank yourself. What is your name?’ ‘Al…’ ‘No!’ He struck the wall with the belt, right by her head. ‘Your name is Slut. What is your name?’ ‘Slut,’ she sobbed. ‘Good girl. Are you ready?’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ The belt struck softer this time and she was overwhelmed by a sense of disappointment. ‘Two. Thank you Slut. Harder!’ This time she screamed as the leather sliced across her buttocks. ‘Four. Thank you Slut. Harder!’ Her legs. My orgasm hits hard and fast; my eyes close and my head falls back against the mirror above the sink and my hands fist in Mason’s hair and I bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as I attempt to stifle the scream of pleasure. And my eyes are still closed and my chest is still heaving and I’m lost in a state of oblivion when Mason finally pulls away; I’m barely aware of the vacancy left behind when he removes his fingers from inside of me and somewhere in the distance I can hear. Complete and articulatesentences were beyond me.Closing his legs, he spread mine, and pulled me down on his lap, hisbig hands pulling my mini up over my thighs, exposing my bottom.Sitting down, I felt his cock hard through his pants as he pulled me tohim, big lips meeting mine as we locked into a kiss.He pushed me back, and ordered me to stand and remove my skirt. He gotup, undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. His shoesand socks followed. His pants he took off and folded.