I was nervous and fearful not being one for foreplay and wondering how my lack of liking such things would help or hinder my ability to please a woman... I knew how I liked to be touched but new each person was different. Maybe the idea itself and the newness of this tryst could carry us through where experience was lacking. I'd started something now that I couldn't turn away from. I unfastened her pants glancing upwards to make sure I hadn't been mistaken on what was going on here. She. Sounded like chains or something metallic.There was No way anyone was gonna spank or whip me!She then lead me to the bed, and helped me get into what she thought was a proper position. I was simply laying on my back with my wrists cuffed in such a way that I could not get my hands any lower then my ears. My feet were left free. I was starting to think better of this and tell her to let me up so I can get dressed, but I heard her footsteps leaving the roomIt felt like an eternity before I heard. Sitting back in his large leather chair, Mr. Smith sipped his drink andlooked at us both. Finally, after a few moments, he turned to me andsaid "Take this down Missy". Oh no, it was just a memo!"To: Melissa Cumlick, From: Rod Smith......" The memo was to me? Whatwas going on? I dutifully continued to write."Ms. Cumlick, It has come to the attention of your supervisor that youwork has been below standard as of late. Your recent failures ofattendance........" But i was sick!" I blurted out. . " Of course you can. You know cunt, your problem is that you don't believe in yourself enough. Tell you what, I'll whip you extra hard to make it easier for you to tell what I'm using."Such a kind woman. She first went for the bullwhip and aimed at Mia's already marked tits. A real pain connoisseur, she whipped hard but accurately and controlled before stepping back to enjoy her work and savoured Mia's screams. The five lashes were expertly carried out with finesse. "Tell me Mia, what did I use.