Author's Note: A story of how to beat unemployment and more besides...


She parked her car a block away and walked the rest. Mentally she checked what she had on her; nothing that could give a clue to her real identity. But even so...you could not be too careful, she thought. As she looked down the street she saw some unsavoury youths hanging around. The neighbourhood was going down, fast. But that was not her concern. She looked at the familiar door and rang the bell.

A large, bearded man opened the door and nodded when he saw her. She followed him in as they went into a small front room.

'The usual?' the bearded man said.

She nodded and took some bills from her purse. He counted them and said: 'Okay, you know where to go'.

She went into a small dressing room and took off all her clothes. Naked she walked into a dimly lit backroom. It was furnished with all the SM paraphernalia you could think of: a cross, a block, a rack and all kinds of other contraptions. She walked straight to what she had learned to call a 'wooden pony'. It was a stout rectangular wooden bar suspended from the wall, about 4 feet from the ground.

Gingerly, she swung a leg across the middle of the bar and sat on it. It was very uncomfortable. The hard upper ridge of the wooden bar bit into her buttocks and her pussy slit. She reached down and closed a cuff around her left ankle, then one on the right. In front of her she saw two weighted nipple clamps and a ballgag. She snapped the clamps closed on each of her nipples and, after pushing the gag into her mouth, closed the strap behind her head. Then she reached up. On a short bar over her head dangled two handcuffs. She closed them on her wrists and sat back, now firmly and uncomfortably locked in place on the nasty wooden bar.

A few minutes later the bearded man came in. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans and sneakers. She could easily envision him sitting astride a Harley-Davidson during a biker's reunion. He took a short whip from the wall and walked slowly towards her. Then, without a word, he swung it backwards and lashed out across her back. The ballgag muffled her scream while she arched her back. She struggled to keep upright on the wooden bar that bit deep into her pussy lips. Another swipe, this time across her buttocks and she jerked her whole body forward, the dancing nipple weights pulling painfully at her breasts. Stroke after stroke landed on her back, her buttocks, her belly until her body finally shook in orgasm.

A quarter of an hour later she was dressed again and walked to the front door. The bearded man stood there and said: 'come again'. She hesitated and said: 'Maybe I can't pay as much next time...'

The man opened the door and shoved her outside while he said: 'If you can't pay, don't come!' slamming the door in her face.

She walked away deep in thought. Ever since she had discovered she was sexually aroused by pain while being dominated, she sought a way to have this urge discreetly serviced. Some years ago she had found this address. True, it wasn't much of a scene and the 'master' seemed more interested in her money than anything else. But after his blunt remark about money, what could she do?

Driving home she thought about her situation.

...Only some months ago a new manager had been appointed over her head (in a position the director had sworn her would be hers after all these years...). From day one she had felt things would go wrong, but how wrong she scarcely could have believed...

...One day the new manager had told her to meet him after 6 p.m. in his office. The rest of the staff had gone and the building was eerily quiet. He had told her to sit down next to him on the couch in his office and started a rambling discourse on how senior staff should work together. She had nodded, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, he had moved very close to her and said: 'You are not only the best of my staff but also the most attractive'! He had slung an arm around her shoulders and tried to kiss her on the lips while his other hand had moved swiftly upwards between her legs.

...She had jumped up in a rage and furiously slapped his face twice with her open hand. He had fallen back on the couch and stared venomously after her as she stamped out of the room...

...Two weeks later the HR Director had called her into his office. He had handed her a letter, signed by her manager, in which he complained about her frequent absences and general lack of performance. The HR director gave her an official warning! Flabbergasted she had tried to reason with him but he had waved her complaints away and ordered her to improve or face the consequences.

...From that day on her position steadily deteriorated until, two months later, she was called into the HR Directors office again. This time he curtly told her that, despite the warning given, she had not improved her behaviour or performance. Therefore, the company had decided to terminate her position which, because of reorganization, would become superfluous anyway. The legal department would contact her to arrange the severance settlement which, he said, would amount to 24 weeks of salary - minus taxes. He had accompanied her to her desk where she was allowed to take away those items that belonged to her. The he had escorted her out of the building. Standing outside his final remark was that she would probably be happier and more successful '...in another kind of job...'

Her hands gripped the steering wheel hard as she relived that humiliation again. Being kicked out of a good job because she had refused frog-face (as they called him behind his back) to get between her legs!

She embarked on a weary job hunt and was totally absorbed for a while. But slowly her urge was building up again. Being out of a job meant she had to practice the utmost economy to make her meagre savings last. So a visit to 'the master' was out of the question. But the urge grew and grew until the problem stayed permanently in the back of her mind.

Browsing the internet late one night, she stumbled upon a website that gave advice on self-bondage and self SM! It was crammed with all kinds of tips, photos and drawings and her excitement grew by the minute. When she switched her laptop off she knew exactly what to do. Next day, she visited a DIY store at the edge of town where she bought a sturdy 5 x 5 Inch bar and four smaller ones plus some hardware such as ringbolts. She started to work and after some difficulties (she was not skilled in the use of carpenter's tools...) her own 'wooden pony' was ready for use, complete with ringbolts in the ceiling and the floor. In the meantime she had ordered handcuffs, chains and other stuff from a SM mail-order site. When they were delivered after two days she had attached them and the small spare bedroom looked almost like that 'studio' she had gone to for years. Looking over her handiwork she suddenly regretted to have spent all that money on that nasty bastard!

Full of excitement she had locked herself in place on the wooden pony. Sitting there, locked and chained, her pussy wet with expectation, she realized she had overlooked one important thing! There was no one to spank her! The feeling of helplessness and the pain of sitting on the wooden pony and the pinch of the clamps was there all right. But there was no spanking that brought on the orgasm...

A bit crestfallen she went back to the internet and started looking again. A short video clip, actually a trailer, gave her an idea. A young girl in a fetish outfit cuffed herself to the styles of a bed. By pulling a rope she started a weird contraption that spanked her bottom. The girl had embedded they key to her cuffs in an ice cube and would be spanked until the ice had melted...

Mesmerized she downloaded the clip and displayed the images frame by frame. She saw what looked like an electric motor slowly turning some kind of axle that in turn swayed a kind of spanker...

She understood she would need a slow turning electric motor and something flexible that could be bent to hit her. An idea came into her head. Somewhere in the basement was an old ice cream maker. That motor turned slowly and powerfully...

By the evening of next day she had it all set up. The top end of a fiberglass fishing rod - almost 4 feet long - was fixed in at a level where her buttocks would be on the wooden pony. The electric motor was mounted vertically with a narrow piece of wood fixed to the central axle. As the motor turned the piece of wood would bend the fiberglass rod backwards. It would slip off the curved top of the wood, flip back into its old position and give a powerful spank to anyone sitting on the wooden pony!

To celebrate the occasion she had dressed up in real fetish style. A shining, black latex underslung bra that exposed most of her breasts, a latex garterbelt and nice black seamed stockings, ending in her seldom worn six inch heeled patent leather ankle strap pumps. She swung her leg across the bar and slid her wet pussy down on the dildo that would prevent her from moving away.

With trembling fingers she locked her ankle cuffs to the ringbolts in the floor. She fastened a ballgag in her mouth and she cringed when she snapped the nipple clamps shut. With her heart racing she reached up and snapped the cuffs shut around her wrists. As she wriggled a bit on the dildo she realized that, for the first time ever, she was deeply penetrated while she was cuffed and helpless. The feeling of helpless penetration excited her enormously. The feeling of the fiberglass rod resting against her backside made her loins glow and she felt her nipples swell against the clamps.

Waves of excitement were shooting through her belly and as she moved she heard squishing sounds coming from her soaking dildo hugging pussy.

Close to her right hand hung the switch that activated the whip; and the same cord held the keys to the handcuffs. Trembling with excitement she told herself 'Now comes the best part' and she flicked the switch to 'ON'.

With a slow groan the motor started to turn and a moment later the fiberglass rod was pulled back from her backside. The motor groaned a little louder as it took the load and then, suddenly there was a loud, snapping sound.

The whip hit her right across the buttocks with such a tremendous force that she screamed out in pain. Before she could recover she heard the motor take the load again and another snap and another hot blinding flash of pure pain shot through her body. Instinctively she tried to move forward, out of reach of the whip but the dildo held her fixed in place and the ankle cuffs were strapped so tight that she could not raise her bottom far enough to escape from the dildo.

With excruciating pain another whiplash landed on her backside and she cried out in despair. It had to stop! She frantically groped for the switch, missed it and grabbed again but too hard and to her horror the whole hook and plug fell from the ceiling. The little bundle slipped from her fingers and fell straight down in front of her, across the wooden pony. Aghast, she stared at the switch and the keys to the handcuffs, dangling right under her nose but totally out of reach.

The whip lashed her backside again. She cried out and as she arched her back the convulsive motions of her body made the weights on the nipple clamps fly up and down, jerking at her tender and swollen nipples. Remorselessly the machine went on, delivering cut after cut of searing pain across her backside. Trying to escape, she wrestled frantically with her cuffs, her dripping wet pussy sliding faster and faster up and down the dildo, her swollen clit banging against the sharp hard ridge of the wooden bar and finally she kicked and screamed while her body convulsively jerked at her bonds as she was overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm she had ever had!

When she came to her senses again the motor was still turning and every few seconds the whip slammed hard across her backside. The pain was becoming unbearable. Not knowing what else to do, she started to rock the wooden pony backwards and forwards, trying to tear it from the wall in the hope that it would break down somehow and let her escape the whip.

After a few minutes she heard a door open and a male voice calling 'Ellen?'

Thank God, it was Tim, her neighbour!

She vigorously banged the wooden pony against the wall again and he finally came into the spare bedroom. For a few moments he stood aghast, with his mouth wide open. Then he reached down and pulled the plug from the wall socket. The motor groaned down with a final slap of the whip. Then there was silence.

Tim removed the gag from her mouth and while he fumbled with the keys to her handcuffs he finally blurted out 'What's all this, Ellen'?

Blushing all over she said 'I'll explain; just get me loose'.

A few minutes later they were both sitting with a large drink sitting in her front room. Hesitantly, Tim broke the silence 'I was about to go to bed when I heard this noise coming from your apartment. It sounded wrong so I took the spare key and went to look what was going on. And then I found you...'

He stopped talking, rather embarrassed and not looking directly at her.

She was wearing a bathrobe and a cold, wet towel on her bottom to ease the pain caused by the whip. After a long silence and hesitatingly at first, she told him the whole story. At the end another silence fell.

Tim finally nodded his head and said: 'I have often heard about people like you, but you're the first one I've met...'

'We usually don't talk about it' she said 'it still seems to be some kind of social taboo...'

After a pause Tim looked at her and said:

'So you've lost your job'?

She nodded.

'Well, that makes two of us...'

His story was a common one nowadays.

He had been sales executive and a good one. Until his sales director had been promoted and replaced by a bitch of a woman from head office, without any practical sales experience. She had taken a shine to one of his younger colleagues and by the end of the fiscal year she had rearranged the assigned accounts. All the plums had gone to her lover boy, leaving the older staff with the dregs but without adjusting their quota. The results were predictable. After missing his sales targets three quarters in a row he had been sacked...

They were silent for a while, both. She remembered an e-mail conversation with June, who was into SM too. She had jokingly said that, if they ever were fired, the two of them should start their own SM business as there seemed to an enormous demand for mistresses...

She looked up 'Tim, are you handy with tools and things?'

'Yes. Why'?

She explained her idea.

A day later they met in Tim's apartment and he hit it off with June immediately. She was a red-headed woman in her mid-fifties with a forceful and direct personality. They discussed their situation and it did not take them long to decide. They were all on the wrong side of fifty, all out of a regular job and the chances of landing one in the current economic situation were absolutely zero. It seemed a logical idea to pool some money, try to get a place and start their own SM studio...

And Tim thought he knew a place they could rent.

A few hours later they were standing in the basement of a building downtown that had been used as storage by one of Tim's old friends. Because of the 'green' measures prohibiting the use of trucks in city centres, the friend had had to move his business out of town. As the lease on the basement still ran for three years, he was all too glad to sublease it to them!

Two weeks later the basement room had been transformed, from the musty smelling empty concrete shell they had first seen, to a neatly decorated, stylish SM room.

Ellen looked around. The equipment on the walls and in the room was mainly the result of Tim working 16 hours a day to get the thing done. From scratch he had created the cross, the block, the wooden pony and more. But they had to buy the leather cuffs, the gleaming chromium chains and all other equipment. It had made a sizeable dent in their collective savings... After taking some photos June had quickly scampered off to put the ads on the internet. Tim stood next to Ellen and said 'Did you notice that June was totally excited?'

Ellen nodded as she walked forward and touched the wooden pony. It was all so ... real and a feeling of excitement came over her. In a low voice she said, almost to herself: 'I can hardly believe it.'

Tim had slightly modified her first, crude attempt. After closing and locking the wristcuffs in front, a bar could be placed across the back of the 'victim'. The bar would be strapped to the elbows and then chained to the wooden pony frame. After cuffing the ankles to the ringbolts the 'victim' would be locked in place. The elbow bar arch the back slightly backwards, forcing the pussy to ride the hard, smooth ridge of the stout central bar. A two inch reinforced hole would either hold a fixed dildo or a mechanical one that would pump up and down. The final refinement was a crossbar at the front of the bar. It had bolt eyes from which elastic cords could be stretched to pull nipple clamps.

Touching the stout central bar of the wooden pony she closed her eyes and imagined herself strapped to the frame while being clamped, machine fucked and spanked. Her loins became hot and her pussy started dripping at the thought!

Unable to resist she turned around and said to Tim: 'I have a crazy idea!'

He looked at her and said: ´what´s that´?

'Let's inaugurate the place!'

He was silent for a moment and looked at her in surprise. Then he said 'stop kidding. Who will do it?'

'I!'

'But ...but... who's to...?'

'Do the spanking? You!'

'But I have never...'

'I'll tell you how. And remember, we may get female customers and then you have to do it anyway!'

Five minutes later she was naked and sitting on the wooden pony.

She said: 'Come on! Close the cuffs! And I want the motorized dildo!'

Reluctantly he closed the cuffs on her ankles and wrists. After shoving the bar between her elbows and her back and locking it in the frame he stood back, a bit forlorn, not knowing what to do next.

'The clamps' she demanded. He stretched the elastic cords and snapped the claws onto her swollen nipples. She sucked her breath in sharply and her body cringed for a moment. Then she said 'where's that dildo?'

A steel rod, topped by a large dildo, protruded from a rather heavy box under the bar of the wooden pony. Tim extended the rod until the dildo filled the hole and came just between her pussy lips. He slowly pushed it further up, until the tip was just inside her, then he locked the butterfly nut.

She was now firmly locked in place on the bar, her wrists cuffed slightly behind her and her ankles further aft, tilting her abdomen forward. The edge of the bar bit deep between her pussy lips and her nipples were pulled hard by the taut elastic cords. She was now completely helpless and her body squirmed in excitement and anticipation, moisture from her pussy leaking down.

She said: 'Listen. Switch on that dildo. I want it to fuck me, slowly at first and faster later on. Then take one of these spankers and when I nod like this, start spanking me. And keep spanking till I come'!

Tim stepped back. He had never before been in such a situation. A completely naked and defenceless woman that coolly tells him not only to machine-fuck her, but also to spank her until she comes! Nervously he pushed a switch on the box and the dildo began to pump slowly up and down. It made a squishing sound between Ellen's legs and he saw her eyes close and her face glow with pure pleasure. She pressed her whole cunt down onto the sharp, hard ridge of the bar at the rhythm of the pumping dildo. A moan came from her slightly opened lips and Tim got a rock hard erection at the sight of Ellen helplessly fastened to the wooden pony. She was pulling at the cuffs that held her hands and ankles locked to the frame, she wriggled and squirmed at each push of the dildo, her clamped breasts swayed up and down and she started to give hoarse, guttural cries.

Suddenly she shouted 'Don't just stand there! Spank'!

He swung the spanker and hit her high on the left buttock.

'Harder' she commanded.

He hit her again and she shouted: 'Harder, you ninny! And turn that dildo up'!

He set the power to 60% and the dildo started pumping up and down her cunt in earnest.

'Spank me!' she shouted. He swallowed, overcame his reluctance and hit her buttocks really hard.

'Again' she cried.

He swung the spanker furiously.

'Turn up that dildo!' and he set the power to 100%

'Spank!' she cried and he hit her wherever he could, left, right, on her back, on her buttocks, at her breasts. The dildo pumped her cunt madly and she screamed and swore at him until she finally convulsed in a shuddering orgasm.

When they were sitting in her apartment with a drink later that night, she looked at him and said: 'you did not get much out of it today'.

Tim mumbled something about never having been in a situation like this before and it being a privilege to help her, but she quietly shook her head and said 'no, I could see your erection from the pony!'

When he did not answer she walked over to the couch and sat next to him. She put her arm around his shoulders and with her right hand turned his face towards her, kissing him full on the lips. Then she released him and whispered: 'You're a dear! And much too timid! You could have taken me today any way you wanted. But you just helped me. Now I want to reward you.' She stood up and said: 'Give me 10 minutes. When I call, undress and come into the bedroom!' Then she kissed him hard on his lips and was gone, leaving him sitting completely perplexed. After a while he reluctantly undressed, his feelings in turmoil and uncertain what would happen next.

At her call he went into the bedroom and stood stock-still, arrested by the sight of her. She lay on the bed, dressed as he had seen her the first time in garters and nylons. But now her ankles and wrists were locked together with leather cuffs. Her wrists were locked in place behind her back by a chain that ran from a leather collar around her neck to her ankle cuffs. A dildo protruded from her pussy and a short chain dangled between wicked looking nipple clamps.

She whispered 'come here, on the bed' and he stepped onto it, not knowing what to do next. He heard her whisper: 'just lay still and enjoy'! She struggled to her knees and slowly shuffled over to him. It was an extraordinary erotic sight, the cuffed and collared woman in her fetish underwear shuffling towards him. His cock became rock-hard at the sight. When she finally reached him she said 'Pull the clamps'. Then she bent over and lowered her mouth slowly, smoothly over his stiff cock.

His fingers reached for the chain between the clamps on her free hanging breasts and he pulled it and it stretched her nipples and she let out a gasp of pain as they still were sore from the afternoon. But her smooth, soft lips caressed his cock while she moved her head up and down. Never in his whole life had he had an experience like this, a totally bound and chained woman sucking him! Looking at her, he suddenly realized that she wanted to be dominated, that he could do with her what he wanted. The thought aroused him and he started to move his hips up and down, in sync with her sucking. He grabbed her hair and pushed his swollen cock deep into her throat. He swung his free hand and slapped her buttocks hard, again and again while his other hand kept on pulling the nipple-clamps' chain. She wriggled and groaned and sucked and sucked while his orgasm was building up. From far away he felt a raging fireball coming nearer and nearer, rolling through his insides until it suddenly shot through his loins and exploded in her mouth.

June's internet marketing was working. During the next few days a steady stream of reactions came in and soon the first customers came. They were mainly men, often middle aged but also young ones. June had been right. They all sought domination by a stern, ripe woman. Many of them wanted to be spanked, some of them wanted to be bound and humiliated, sometimes in women's clothes. A few women made appointments too. Most of them wanted to be dominated by a stern mistress, to be spanked and humiliated. A few wanted to be bound and spanked or even fucked in bondage by a master...

They settled into a routine, dividing the 'shifts' between Ellen and June, with Tim as a backstop for the occasional lady or travestite customer that wanted a stern master. After operating for a number of weeks the initial costs had been paid for and from that moment they were making money.

One day, the 'business' mobile rang. Ellen picked it up and curtly said: 'Yes'?

'I want to make an appointment with Mistress Dawn' said a male voice.

Ellen froze. She knew that voice; knew it all too well! It could not be...

After a moment's hesitation she answered, mimicking a trace of a foreign accent 'Mrs Dawn not here at the moment'.

'Oh, she sent me an e-mail telling me to call at this time'.

'What for'?

'To make an appointment'.

'What's your e-mail address?

The voice gave it and Ellen quickly looked it up.

'...I am a middle aged man who wants to be dominated, humiliated, tied up and spanked by a stern, older woman while I am wearing women's underclothes and stockings and high heeled shoes. I also want to masturbate and come on your command in front of you. Please tell me if this is possible and what the costs are. If possible during the week, around lunchtime...'

Ellen looked at the clock. June had gone to the hairdresser and would not be back before half past three. She said in her sternest voice: 'Be here at two o'clock and ask for Mrs Miko!'

'Yes, Mistress, I will be with you at two o'clock'!

Ellen broke the connection and a slow smile spread across her face.

This was it.

Her chance!

She hurried into the backroom to change.

Five minutes past two the bell rang and a rather fat man in an expensive business suit came in, looking nervously around.

'Close the door and come over here' said a stern female voice.

He walked into the reception room and saw a woman standing in the middle of the room. She was dressed in a long Japanese kimono, her face a pinkish white and her hair glistening black. The pointed toes of a pair of shining black shoes peeped from under the hem of her kimono. She looked foreign and menacing.

'I am Mrs Miko' she said 'and you are late'!

Reflexively he looked at his watch and said 'only five minutes, the traffic...'

She raised a hand and snapped 'No excuses! You are late! You will be punished'!

He bowed his head and said, in a meek tone: 'I am sorry'!

She looked at him and said: 'You will be'!

She picked the printed e-mail from a table. After feigning to read it she looked at him she asked: 'This is what you want'?

He said "I would like to ask one more thing if I may...'

'What?'

'All my life I have dreamt of being tied up in women's underwear by a stern, older mistress who would punish and masturbate me...'

She rose to her full height and said: 'Are you asking me to soil my hands by touching that dirty little prick of yours and make you come'?

The man nodded.

With contempt in her voice she said 'In this house WE normally tell YOU when to jerk off in front of us. And if we're really nasty, we make you lick your own cum from the floor...'

The man stood trembling and sweating in front of her and said: 'A special request, Mistress...'

She said contemptuously: 'Special requests cost money. What you require will be double the price of our standard treatment'!

He licked his lips and said 'I am willing to pay that, Mistress'!

She said: 'Call me Mistress Miko! Pay right now! And then dress up as the closet-slut you seem to be'!

Ellen could barely contain a grin when he came back. She had given him an open bra basque to wear over his pot-bellied, flabby body. It left his nipples free and frilly garters held up fine mesh fishnet stockings. He walked with some difficulty on a pair of high heeled pumps, at least half a size too small for his feet.

'Come here!' she commanded

Obediently the man came over and stood waiting in front of her, his cock pointing forward in a full erection.

'These are the rules of behaviour in this house. You will always call me Mrs Miko and will answer all my questions with 'Yes Mistress' or 'No Mistress'. You will only speak when spoken to. And you will submit to anything I do or tell you to do. Is that understood'?

'Yes, Mistress Miko'.

She fastened a leather collar around his neck and closed it with a little padlock. Then she hooked a leash to the collar and commanded 'Onto the floor, on your hands and feet and crawl after me!' and he meekly obeyed. Then she walked off, jerking at the leash to make him follow her.

She had him crawl around the SM chamber a few times and finally halted under the suspender bar. Commanding him to stand up she cuffed his wrists to the bar. Between his ankles went a spreader bar that was fastened to rings in the floor on both sides by a short piece of chain. Pushing a button on the wall the cable holding the suspension bar was drawn taut, pulling the man's arms firmly above his head.

She picked up a small digital camera and before he understood what was happening took several pictures of him as he stood there, cuffed to the bar in his garters and stockings and with a full size erection. Then, dangling the camera from its strap, she slowly approached him and took off his leash.

Standing close to him she said with disgust in her voice: 'You are nothing but a flabby piece of shit! Look at that fat! Look at that stupid little cock of yours! You're nothing but a dirty little closet queer'!

He stood sweating while she walked around and slapped his bottom sharply with the leash. 'And our little dirty closet queer wants to be spanked and wanked?'

In a trembling voice he answered 'Yes, Mistress Miko'.

She said in a low, dangerous voice 'Well, You asked for it! I will make it a spanking you won't forget' as she slowly and methodically started her 'preparations'.

She began with snapping weighted clamps on his nipples after which she gave a firm pull at the chain connecting them. He moaned and closed his eyes.

Next she wrapped a leather strap around the base of his scrotum, to make sure - as she said - that there would be a stiff cock to spank and wank.

Finally she took weighted clamps, normally used on pussy lips, and clasped their serrated teeth to his scrotum.

The man yelled out in pain.

She slowly rose in front of him and said: 'Don't you like this'?

Between clenched teeth he said: 'No, Mistress'.

'Why not'?

'Because it hurts me Mistress!'

She smiled cruelly and said 'Too bad, because this is only the beginning'!

He opened his eyes and stammered: 'Only the beginning, Mistress'?

She lashed out with the leash across his cock festooned with weighted clamps and he wailed in pain.

'Yes! Only the beginning' she said 'Because you have much to answer for, you arrogant little prick'!

He stared at her, his eyes wide with fright, not understanding what was happening but also not daring to ask a question.

'This time you will smart, frog-face'.

He started at the name.

'Yes, they call you frog-face behind your back, didn't you know?' she said while she slowly removed her kimono and let it fall to the ground.

Before his staring, frightened eyes suddenly stood a dangerous looking dominatrix, with a pinkish white latex mask hiding her face. She was clad in black leather that revealed much of her well-proportioned body and wore stiletto heeled boots, a short, metal studded whip dangled from her belt.

She almost playfully pushed the whip under his chin and said silkily 'You picked the wrong place to come to, frog-face! And you know why? I am a Miko, a female Ninja. And we Miko's specialize in torture and revenge...'

Bringing her head real close to his ear she snarled: 'Today I will avenge all the girls in that office you fucked first and had them sacked afterwards; and all the girls you had sacked if you couldn't fuck them; and all the women you ruined in your previous job, you stinking, miserable frog-faced turd'!

In a violent motion she lashed her whip across his face. He screamed and tried to turn away, but the rings in the floor held him firmly anchored in his place. Ellen spanked him mercilessly, venting all her old frustrations in shattering slaps to his buttocks, his belly, his back, while he screamed for mercy.

She finally stopped and, while he hung panting in his bonds, placed a rather heavy box next to his backside. It was her home made spanker with the fiberglass whip. His eyes went wide with fright as she gagged him with a large leather mask. It covered the bottom half of his face and had a thick rubber pad inside it.

She pulled the leather straps tight and hissed in his ear: 'Don't try to do anything stupid, like going to the police or something like that; because, if you do, the photos I just took will end up in every mailbox in your company. And I will send them to that bitchy wife of yours too. Do you read me, frog-face'?

He mumbled something inaudible behind his gag...

'Your final punishment starts now and you will never forget it', she announced while she picked up the kimono. Then she turned on her stiletto heels, mockingly bowed at him and said: 'Mrs Miko is now going off duty and hopes you will enjoy the rest of your stay'!

She flicked the switch and almost immediately the first sharp 'WHACK!' reverberated around the chamber. Looking over her shoulder she saw his body jerk in painful surprise. Another 'WHACK!' and his first muffled cries came from behind the mask. For a moment she halted at the door to touch the hoist button briefly, tautening the cable just enough to lift him almost completely from the floor. His body dangled and his high heeled shoes scratched across the floor as he tried to get away from the stinging, burning whip that lashed his bottom every few seconds.

In the dressing room she quickly took off her leather costume, the wig and the pinkish-white latex mask. Then she quickly dressed and, after restoring her make-up, she hurriedly scribbled a short post-it note to June:

'You'll find an obnoxious customer in the treatment room. Take no nonsense from him and kick him out as soon as you can. If he asks, you have never heard of a Mrs Miko, certainly not in this establishment. Will explain later & we'll have a good laugh. Love, E'

She stuck it on the glass of the inner door so that June would see it the moment she came in. Then she called Tim. He picked up his mobile at the third ring and when she heard his voice she suddenly felt warm and comfortable.

'How are you?'

'...'

'I have had a wonderful day today and feel really great'.

'...'

'Oh, I will tell you all about it, but not over the phone'.

'...'

'Listen, why don't we go out and celebrate'?

'...'

'How about drinks and dinner at La Rustique'?

'...'

'See you in an hour or so, ok'?

'...'

'Kiss!'

She left the basement and stepped outside into the bright sunlight. As she carefully closed the door she smiled at the whacking sound of the fiberglass whip hitting a flabby bottom and the muffled, wailing shrieks that came from the inside of the chamber....