"Yes I know. I don't blame you. I hoped that lashes to my back butt and thighs would excite me enough to make the ones on my breasts and pussy bearable but he cheated! The ends hit all my sensitive places."

"That is why I warned you but I can make you feel better."

He released me then led me into a bathroom where he adjusted the temperature of the multiple nozzles in the large shower enclosure. I was enjoying the luxurious feeling of the fine sprays caressing my welted body when I felt a soft sponge beginning to gently wash my back. When he turned me around to bathe my breasts I looked down to see his beautiful penis standing proudly straight up from his large balls. Without hesitation I directed it into my pussy then held onto his shoulders to lift my legs up to grip his butt to drive his dick into me as deeply and rapidly as possible until we both reached climax.

This was my first real sex for several months. My ex for the last few months before he left would just have me blow him as I knelt in front of him. There was no effort to let me come. Naturally sex with Mr. Marker was immensely satisfying.

After drying each other with huge very soft towels he led me over to the couch which turned out to be a hide-a-bed. We laid on it resting as he idly caressed my breasts and pussy.

"Is your pussy very sore?"

"Oh yes but I don't care. It just makes it more sensitive for your caresses."

"It is your fault you know. You asked for the additional lashes."

"Yes but I thought it might be better to work up to lashes to my breasts and pussy by having my butt whipped first. I didn't know he would cheat by hitting my back and breasts, butt and pussy at the same time. The initial pain was terrible."

"Even so, you must admit you became very excited as it continued."

"Yes, and I don't understand. My ex-husband beat me and it was just terrible. Somehow this was different."

"No doubt because the situation was so much different. In this you participated and even requested more."

"Oh God. You are right. Am I crazy?"

"No. You are simply very sensual and should be proud."

I felt so relaxed and grateful as he caressed the welts on my body I was wishing it could last forever. Finally he spoke.

"This has been eminently satisfying but it is time to get back to work. I must have several calls on my answering service and I still have to show you your duties."

He had me put on a pair of my transparent panties and the leather outfit while he showed me around.

It seemed that my ass would be exposed a lot as the suspenders would pull up my skirt when I reached up to the high shelves and he insisted I bend over with straight legs rather than squat to get to the lower shelves and fax machine. He would get a great view when I used the fax as it was on a low platform directly in front of his desk. When I tried it my skirt rose to the top of my butt.

I was glad to see the typing was easy. It was just a matter of addressing invoices or statements and typing in the items and their cost. I just had to copy the addresses off the rolodex and copy the numbers from his handwritten notes. Almost all letters were form letters on the computer and I just had to fill in the blanks and bring them to him. It took me awhile to learn how to operate the computer which earned me a lot of spankings over the next few weeks while I bent over and gripped my ankles. To my regret the spankings did not last long enough to get me to orgasm and there was no sex afterwards as he genuinely wanted to punish me.

I continued to go though the shelves to memorize the location of all the forms and supplies I may need and practiced typing on the computer while he talked on the phone constantly for the rest of the afternoon with his many customers and suppliers. Part of my duties was writing checks to his creditors. When I paid the phone bill I found he had customers all over the world. I checked every call as I could not conceive the idea of a four thousand dollar phone bill.

In between doing the work I would get up to look at my red skin reawakening my excitement. I was amazed to see it gradually lighten until by four oclock I looked normal. No-one would have believed I had been whipped and I began to think I had exaggerated the pain which was completely gone except for pleasing tingles at my nipples and clitoris.

Finally he hung up and brought over my cashmere coat and silk blouse.

"It is quitting time. Come on and I'll show your car."

We went down to the basement garage. He must have loved the color white. There was a white Rolls-Royce and a cute little Mazda Miata sports car in the same color.

I drove home enjoying the admiring looks of the people in other cars. I really felt rich and beautiful. I hurried up the stairs to our little studio apartment to tell my daughter the good news.

"My God Mom, You are really beautiful! Who fixed your hair and where did you get that fantastic coat."

"That isn't all. Look at this."

I took off the coat to show her the rest.

"Wow! I have never seen anything so sexy. That blouse must have cost a fortune."

She came over to feel the material of the blouse and skirt.

"Wow. The skirt is real leather. it is expensive too. I have looked at them and felt them in the stores but I have never seen one with leather this soft. I would love to have one like it. It is awful short though and I can see your breasts through the blouse. Why aren't you wearing a bra?"

"Mr. Marker doesn't want me to wear one. Are you ashamed of me?"

"Oh no. You look fabulous. It makes your legs look great and you don't need a bra. They don't sag at all. Who is Mr. Marker?"

I told her about being hired and how I was going to love my job. I didn't tell her about being whipped of course, although the memory kept flashing through my mind reawakening the excitement.

"Come on. There is more."

When she saw the car she jumped up and down with excitement.

"This thing costs about twenty K. For this and the clothes Mr. Marker could keep me naked while I worked for him! Can we go for a ride!"

Her statement confirmed my opinion that being whipped naked was a small price to pay. I was glad that I no longer had to be ashamed at my willingness to please Mr, Marker since I seemed to have full approval from the only person who mattered to me.

I put her in the car to take her to a restaurant to celebrate. I noticed how shabby she looked next to me so we stopped at a mall so I could get her a new blouse, skirt and shoes with part of the two hundred dollar salary advance Mr. Marker had given me. I noticed while she tried on different clothes in the dressing room that her breasts had grown. It was obvious she was going to have my figure in a year or two. Her panties were raggy too. I got her a pair of pink bikini panties and matching transparent bra. When she took off her panties I saw she had hair on her crotch and I felt guilty that I had never noticed her development in my grief. We had the best dinner we had eaten for years. I had never seen her so happy and thanked God for Mr. Marker.

The next few weeks were exciting but fairly routine. I received one or two spankings a day for minor transgressions. I was disappointed that he was too engrossed in his work to fuck me.

I became so frustrated I was waggling my butt at him as I was faxing memos in the hope he would get excited and make love to me. I was not paying enough attention to what I was doing and it took a paper in crookedly and jammed! Lights began flashing and an alarm went off loudly. It shook me so much I just stood there trying to remember what to do to fix it. He finally pulled me out of the way and pushed the button to turn off the alarm and released the feed slot to pull out the paper. It was so simple I really felt stupid.

"Jesus Christ. I showed you twice what to do if this happened. I couldn't concentrate on my conversation with that damn alarm going. Come with me."