I stay quiet in my position as she moves towards me in a torturously slow strut.“Tonight isn’t the first time you’ve been blatantly sassy to me....We need to deal with that. What do you think I should do?”“Punish me, miss,” I reply back and my voice is so husky that I can’t even hide how much the idea of her punishing me turns me on.“How?” she asks.“With your riding crop, please, miss.”“The riding crop that almost brought you to an orgasm before I even touched you last night? This one?” she asks. I attach more straps for extra support, at knees and elbows, and underneath her lower back. She is now fully suspended above the bed, laying horizontal, faceup, each limb stretched spread-eagle equally toward all four corners of the bed posts above. Sort of missionary position in the air, pussy about waist-high if I stand on the bed, mouth-high if I kneel. Her head and hair dangle limply, she whimpers, eyes shut tight crying as quietly as she can. She knows what happens if she’s too loud. I’ve. "And I have been thinking about you too, baby girl. Do you have to work tomorrow? Should I meet you at the restaurant?" I asked."Yes, that will be fine. I get off work at 6:00 pm tomorrow–it's my long day–but then I have Saturday and Sunday off," she said."That works out great. I will be wrapping things up here tomorrow, probably right around lunchtime, and I should be getting to the restaurant in time to see you."I will be sending Paul home on a plane when we are done so he doesn't have to. .. now."He brought his arm around and upwards, a bit like he was throwing an uppercut. The cane flashed in front of her eyes on its short sharp journey to her exposed breasts.Fire exploded within her as the blow landed right across her left nipple and she screamed out in the agony of it. In the joy of it."Please Sir, more Sir. Teach this worthless whore the error of her ways. Please Sir, PLEASE!"And he did.He spanked her tits with the cane, hard. She knew she would carry the bruises of his.