When two weeks ago the chief announced his business trip, Lara was even overjoyed - she was getting a break. Finally, there will be a quiet return home - without a long twist in the bathroom in front of the mirror, without captious looking at her priests for detecting traces of whipping. She has been working at the Firm for almost a year now, and her husband did not dare to say that her boss was slinging for her faults. Almost every day she hears her alter-name in the selector tube - Vera Pavlovna. Then she should instantly, taking off the panties, rush into the office of the chief with the first available papers - to distract eyes. There, the chef locks the door, pronounces for a long time what her fault is. It could be anything - being late from lunch, a typo in the text, not too polite answer on the phone: Then the chief appoints the punishment. Usually not less than thirty strokes with a palm or twenty belts. One summer, when her husband went to the country with the children, the chief flogged her with rods. Only ten blows - the tracks held for three days, it was painful to sit.

But now the thirteenth day has gone, no one calls her Vera Pavlovna, no one scolds her for her wrongdoings, the priest has long since turned her back ... Lara looks at the telephone on her desk with anguish. You could even call, ask for a report ... Today you don’t need to hurry home - your husband has a day off, so the children are supervised. What to do?

Just before she left, the bell rang - the chief came back! He invited her to a restaurant. He will wait twenty minutes before leaving the Firm’s office. Lara hastily pulled off her pants, straightened makeup, combed her hair. Then - a call to her husband, to say that he will be delayed, a lot of urgent work at the branch warehouse. After three minutes you have to be down.

- I will take you to St. Petersburg, arrange as a business trip for a week. Tomorrow we will go - warn your husband and nanny - in the restaurant between dessert and coffee, the chef pleased her with this decision. “There we will have EVERYTHING,” he continued meaningfully, looking at her over a martini glass.

- Just tomorrow? And what will happen today? I have been working without a report for a long time ...

- You will report ... After a while ... I am at home.

An hour later in his apartment one could observe such a scene ... Vera Pavlovna, crucified on a horse for whipping, absolutely naked. Between her buttocks sticks a huge vibrator. She wriggles, groans. A chef in a strict suit, as he was in a restaurant, chooses belts that will smack her in all two weeks of separation. Vera Pavlovna is waiting. Her face reads a mixture of fear with delight. Vibrator rips her ass and quietly buzzes. Plays soft music ... The voice of the chief returns Faith to reality ...

“So, to warm up — fifteen like this,” he brings a wide soldier belt to her face. Vera dutifully kisses the skin, ready to start quilting her ass. “Then twenty more with this,” a trouser belt of soft leather is approaching her eyes, but woven into a pigtail is a powerful tool. Vera kisses him twice. “Then it will be thirty belts from your dress, and finally fifty dollars from the belt of my jacket,” the chief brings to her the indicated belts — thin leather from her dress, a wide, massive, almost corset, from a new chief jacket. Faith is applied to everyone, as if in a fog.

The chef walks away, admiring her bare ass, ready to take his pain.

- Spread your legs wider - hit! Vera shudders, quietly believes ...

- One, - another blow, and another, and another ... Vera thinks that the nose is painfully wrinkling from the pain - butt lost the habit in two weeks. Counted the first portion, now a respite. The chef takes a vibrator out of her, gently strokes the crotch.

“Oh, yes, you are completely, very wet ... Come and have a little pause,” he unties Vera Pavlovna from her horse, she hurries to the bathroom.

After a couple of minutes, having been washed, Vera takes her place on the horse. The chief does not tie her anymore - she herself has to endure all that is necessary. Begins a new series of whipping. Vera counts again, noting every line in the mirror in front of her.Pigtail gives her a terrible torment, as if her ass is burned with a red-hot iron. Each new blow falls next to the previous one, bringing a new outbreak of pain and ... relief at the same time. The fact is that Vera really did a lot while the boss was away. She carefully wrote down all the faults - such was the order, she could not afford disobedience. There were errors in documents, delays in work, irritability with visitors, and especially with callers. So Vera knew for sure that she deserved the punishment ... The twentieth blow burns her buttocks, she again goes to wash.

When he returned, Vera stretches the dress belt to the chief - such is the tradition ... if the instrument of punishment belongs to Vera herself, she should give it to the chief with a bow. Again, Vera is on horseback, she holds her legs with her hands, her legs are firmly on the floor. In the pope again a vibrator - this time almost twice as thick and longer than the previous one. Thirty times! God, how to endure it with dignity? Her skin burns from the previous belts, but the chef is uncompromising, and Vera does not ask for mercy - she is guilty, which means she will get it full. She again counts blows. Her ass jumps up to the belt, Vera tries to relax her before each blow. Everything is in vain - the pain is simply unbearable ... At last thirty slaps were counted. Now again in the bathroom - along with a vibrator. Most of all, Vera wants to finish now, but she will not dare - there was no order. Again, wipe away moisture from the genital lips, wipe the moist body.

Again on horse. This time the chief tied her tightly - and pulled her legs, arms and waist. It means that it will be strong to beat, VERY strongly ... It must be considered. One. Two. Three ... Pause, the chef goes over, swings ... Four-five-six-seven - the blows follow the line, almost without interruption. A cry screams from her chest, there is no more strength to endure. It is good that he tied her up, and it wouldn’t have broken loose. At the twentieth blow, tears begin to flow from Vera's eyes. She continues to count through sobs. By the fortieth, the forces almost leave her, Vera already only quietly sobs, not forgetting, however, to count the last blows on the pope.

The chief dropped the belt, smeared cream on her buttocks. She is still moaning softly. He took out a vibrator from the priests, replaced it with his member. Faith is still tightly tied. She moans and squirms. If you go around her and look into her eyes, you can see in them inescapable lust. Together they finish, then the chef untie Vera from the horse. She tongue cleans the horse from its juice orgasm. Then she stomps into the bath.

Already dressed, they drink coffee and cake. Then the chef takes her home - to pack things for a business trip to Peter.

A party

The chef drove behind her early in the morning - Lara barely had time to kiss the children before leaving. The nanny will be with the children all week, while Vera Pavlovna will be held captive by her boss. They go silently, only occasionally exchange interjections. Everything. From this moment on, and for the whole week, she is his captive, his slave. There is no work for her in St. Petersburg, this is a simple trick. While the boss is busy, Vera will be waiting for him in a hotel room, tied to a bed or a battery. This is what she imagines.

In the hotel, barely dismantling things, the chef went on business. Faith remained settled. She called relatives, wandered through museums, went into a restaurant. When the chef returned in the evening, Vera was immediately tied. He tied her tightly to the armchair in the living room. She stuck her booty up, waiting for what would happen now. But the boss is too tired to mess with her for a long time. He just carved it with a bundle of rozos brought with him. Then they went to bed - each in his room.

The next morning, the chef tied Vera to the bed immediately after breakfast. He gave her a book, a newspaper. And left for work cases. When he came to dinner, Vera was waiting for him to be completely wet. The chef fucked her just in the ass, then announced that in the evening they were going to the party. Faith is there ...