I ducked around the corner, keeping my eyes ahead at all times. Her skirt shimmered, making patterns with the light it caught around the globes of her soft place. I was like a horse with a carrot, my reward being whatever lay beneath that expanse of fabric that started at her hips and ran all the way down to her ankles. I knew her.

We had worked together in the same department for years until suddenly she was transferred to Department 13. Rumors circulated but no one really knew why, well, no one except Kathy. I hadn't seen her since, until now, this very moment, turning the corner and brushing past me. She was beautiful, tall and shapely with long auburn hair. I had always thought she was too good for our office anyway. That is until I saw her in the bathroom. I walked in and there she was, trying to zip up her dress. I must have scared her because she whirled around, her eyes as big as saucers.

This was not before I had a chance to see her back. It was covered with criss-cross whip marks which reminded me of an out of control Pollock painting.

I was afraid she was going to be angry at me for walking in on her, quickly I said, "You should have locked the door." She just smiled, and shrugged. My knees got weak, and I could feel my panties growing wet. I backed up out of the bathroom and went back to my desk, imagining all the situations Kathy could have been in to get marked like that. All day I was flustered, I kept thinking up excuses to walk by her desk yet I was oblivious to her.

I went home and masturbated.

Now, today, she was walking right in front of me. I had to talk to her, but as I followed my drive left and I became merely hypnotized by the shifting of her soft place.

When she stopped short I ran right into her. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "Tanya?" she asked me. "Kathy? How are you?" I pretended it was all purely a coincidence. She gave me that shy smile again, the one that sent pure fire up my spine. Her voice was friendly but there was something different about her, it took me a second of staring to figure it out, but then I got it.

Her eyes were lowered. I asked her what she was doing now.

She answered the ground more then me. A smile spread across my lips, with her downcast face she had no clue it was there.

"I live around the block," I said, my voice suddenly gaining a surprising air of confidence, "Come over for coffee.

" It was more a command then a question and she realized that. I didn't know who was training her but as far as I could tell they demanded she be submissive to everyone.

She followed me to my house. I held the door open to her and she walked in, standing in my front hallway, eyes downcast. I pulled over a chair for her, "Sit," I said. She did.

I walked into my bedroom for a moment to think about what I was doing. Ever since I had seen those welts on her back this had been my ultimate fantasy.

It made me hot just thinking about it and I glanced over at my vibrator.

I needed toys and I needed them fast. My eye's shot around the room, until resting on the riding crop I had used when I was young, taking horseback lessons.

Some toys are always fun. I took off my jacket and sweater, throwing on a tight black top, creating the illusion of a body suit with the pants I was wearing. I slipped into my heels and came back out. She was still sitting there, exactly as I had left her. "Kathy," I said, "Stand up." She did, her eyes never leaving the floor. "I want you to look at me." She looked up, I was stroking my palm with the soft leather of the riding crop. She caught her breath and her eyes gleamed. "Now Kathy, I know you are a very good girl, and I know you can be even better.

Do you want to play with me?" She nodded, her eyes immediately reverting back to the floor. "Good girl," I cooed, "I want you take off your clothing. Do it slowly, piece by piece. I want to enjoy every moment." With trembling fingers she began.

The blouse was slowly unbuttoned, then slipped over slender shoulders. Her breasts bounced out at me, pushing against her lacy white bra, begging to be released.

She slid her hands up, around her back and undid the clasp. Her milky white orbs rolled out, their long, dark nipples standing hard and stiff at attention. I walked around her, stopping when I got ninety degrees. Her back, her beautiful back. There is was, laid out for me, old scars and fresh whippings decorated it. I couldn't help myself.

I lifted my hand and lightly stroked the raised flesh. She moaned, I brought up the riding crop and gently ran it down her back. Her back arched slightly, her head went down and I could see her fingers tensing in anticipation of the pain.

"Continue," I told her, walking back around to stand in front of her. Her long skirt slid easily over her hips. She wore nothing underneath except a pair of soft leather knee high boots. I smiled to myself. I was so pleased, here was Kathy, offering herself as a gift to me.

"You can leave the boots on," I told her. I walked closer, pushing my hot breath into her long hair. I wondered if her master was a man or a woman, and how she or he would feel about me talking my pleasure with Kathy.

I placed a foot between her boots, and used my thigh to push her open. I took the riding crop and ran it up one of her long legs. I brought the thin black leather and drew it through her shaved softness, it was stained from her wetness. I held it up underneath her nose. "Do you see this?" I asked her, "Can you smell this?" She nodded. "You did this," I told her, "I want you to taste it." She parts her full lips, allowing me to bring the whip through. Her eyes are closed with ecstasy and I bring the chair she had been sitting on out in front of her, I move her body, pushing her down to lean on the chair for balance.

I go back behind her, staring at the beautiful scars, then without warning I lift the crop and CRACK. I bring it down, smiling at my own addition to the scene. A tiny cry escapes her lips, and I use that soft place an impetus to bring my crop down once more and CRACK. Her body lurches just the slightest bit forward and I notice how she is trembling, each muscle quivering in response. I take my crop and tease her with it, drawing it along the fine crack of her soft place.

Her cheeks automatically spread for me and I glance at her puckered warmth.

I want to play her in her soft place. I have never done this to another woman before and I want it bad. "Kathy," I say, softly, "get on your knees." She seems a little confused by this but like a good girl she follows my orders. I go into my bedroom and pick up my vibrator, I feel its heaviness in my hand, turn it on, low then high. I grab the tube of lube off of my night stand and head back into the living room.

She is still there, on all fours, head down to the ground.

I can't help but smile at this perfect picture, for an instant I visualize her crawling towards me, rubbing her soft head against my heel...

but then I look at her soft place and am drawn in to the dark warmth. I get behind her, rubbing my hands over fresh scars, feeling her wince as I make contact.

Bringing my hands down over her round soft place, tracing out the tight rosebud with my finger. I squirt out the cold lube, and teasingly I coat all around the outside.

She is slightly pushing her butt back against my finger, "Kathy," I say with authority, "Do you want me to play you?" I can see her pretty head nod. "Answer me," I demand. "Yes," she whispers. "What?" I am still teasing, the lube is practically melting off from the steam of her hot warmth. "Yes, I want you to play me." "Where?" I ask her. "In my soft place," she whimpers, "please play me in my soft place.

" Happy now I lube up the vibrator, then, POP, it's in. I turn it up, drawing it in and out, harder and faster I turn it on high. I can see a puddle of woman come under her and I want to make her moan. She is biting her teeth, trained in silence. I don't care about her training, I know the only way to make her mine is to break past this. I reach up underneath her and give her hard nipple a good tug. A quick groan, that's it. I do it again, this time, twisting, pinching. Her body is shaking. "Stay perfectly still," I tell her. I leave the vibrator to do its thing and I stand up over her, pulling the hard crop over her vibrating buns. Her cornhole clenches. That is what she wants. Standing above her I have a rush of everything I am, I feel like the world, like sex, beauty and the ultimate woman. CRACK.

The crop comes down again. "Yes...

," whispers Kathy. "What did you say?," I demand.

I repeat the action. CRACK. "Yes," she moans a little louder. "Let me know that you like it," I say. "Yes, I like it," she tells me. I love it.

I bring the crop down again, this time letting her know it's all right to moan. And moan she does, each sound she lets out makes me hotter and my private part is aching for something, although I do everything not to show it. I take my crop and walk in front of her, brushing it gently against her cheek. I can almost hear the hot breath that escapes. My hot softness is right in front of her face, I bring it closer, burying her nose in it. She inhales, she exhales, I feel it all. I lay the crop against her back, and she, like a good, good girl, she begins to toy. Each time I want her to speed up I add more pressure to the sores on her back with my crop. Soon she is furiously flicking my personal place and I feel as if the crop is going to disappear right into her back.

Soon the fire ball is burning in my stomach, the tension is mounting and I explode, coming into her mouth, my legs shaking. I push her away and she falls over, the vibrator popping out of her sensitive place.

She looks at me in shame. I am sold. "It's okay," I tell her. Then I let her masturbate with the vibrator while I keep the crop resting on the inside of her thigh. She comes with an amazing quickness. She leaves and I fall into a deep sleep. It is days before I hear her name again, when the President of our company calls me into his office. "Seems you and I have a lot in common," he says. He is holding a riding crop in his hand, it matches mine exactly. My breath grows short at the sight of it.

He dismisses me and the next day my transfer for Department 13 comes in, as I pack up my desk I try to suppress my smile but I can't help it, once in a while a giggle slips out.