“Put your hands on the counter,” Steffie said. The girl had a sadistic streak in her that Kim admired. “Move your feet back. Further. Further. Good. You need to know what your punishment will be before you consider disobeying.” The air filled with the swish of the switch and the crack of the flexible wood on tender flesh. Rose screamed in pain. The swish repeated three more times, each one punctuated by Rose’s cry. When Steffie was done Kim could hear Rose’s soft sobs. She wished she could see the girl’s striped ass, but that was not possible at the moment. “Let’s get to work,” Steffie said. Kim shut the door to the office.
At the end of the day Kim had finished all the dull chores of running her business and she took a quick tour of her farm house. Rose was good. Everything was spotless
