The man from the table makes his way behind me. I stay where I am, breasts pressed against the table, as I hear him unbuckle his belt. I wait, expecting to feel his c**k pressing up against my slit, but instead the first thing I feel is a harsh sting across my left ass cheek.
“f**k!” I yell. Before I can say anything else, he rains down another lash across my right ass cheek.
“That’s for being a brat,” he says. I hear him drop the belt to the floor, and I breathe out, relieved that he’s done. “And there’s more from where that came from if you sass me again.”
“Ok,” I whisper.
“Now get up, and strip.”
I lift myself from my awkward position against the table. I start to smooth down my dress, but then remember what my task is. I lift my dress clean off my head and then step out of my thon
