By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 39 - If The Plug Fits, Wear It

"Well, what are you waiting for? Bend over the desk, unless you want it implanted with out any lube," Mr. West said.

I nervously stood from my chair and leaned forward over the office desk until I was lying face down on the desktop. The nozzle of the lube pressed up between my ass cheeks felt cold against the warmness of my sensitive anus and the sensations of him squeezing a substantial amount of the jelly there made me squirm a little and feel apprehensive. There was an anxious wait while he prepared the ball of the plug and then I felt him pressing that between my ass cheeks.

The ball felt much larger even than it looked; certainly much larger than any cock tip that had penetrated my ass in the past, and it was hard and unforgiving of my reflex resistance. My hands balled into tight fists beside my head and the increasing pressure against my ass had me gasp large mouthfuls of breath without exhaling. Because the ball was so large and rounded, its push against my anus felt blunt and not at all like something that might gradually force past my taut anal sphincter muscles. When it did finally stretch to accommodate the ball, the ball (as large as a billiard ball) was suddenly sucked deep into my ass as my sphincter, slippery with lube, rushed to seal itself against the invader. Every nerve ending then sent tiny shocks of panic through me to alert me my ass hadn't fully closed and I was left with the perverse and irritating sensation of the narrow stem of the plug suck in my ass. Any flexing of my ass muscles made me acutely aware of the flared base, holding spread my cheeks. Breathing remained difficult and my face and neck burned hotly with a flush of embarrassment.

"Ok Ingrid, stand up now, and turn and face me," Mr. West said.

It was the most peculiar feeling to stand straight and feel the sensations of the large ball in my ass and my ass cheeks held spread by the base of the plug. I was indeed quite heavy and I could feel its weight hard against the inside of my anus. It was like being ass fucked by a disembodied cock and it took every bit of mental fortitude to concentrate on Mr. West's words.

"I checked the system, you let the phone ring 9 times. That's roughly 7 times more than you should, so I think you need to be punished for that. What do you say to 21 lashes? That's 3 for each ring of error you made."

The thought of being punished while wearing the plug disturbed me in the way it sent a tingle of tantalizing delight to my clit.

"Ah, what?"

"I said how do you feel about 21 lashes?"

"You want me to say it's OK?"

"Not really, just if you have something else you would rather me do, I'm willing to listen."

"No, I'm sure this will be fine."

I wasn't sure at all, but my pussy was already beginning to leak.

"OK, where do you want them? On your ass, your back, on your tits or on your cunt?"

I recoiled a little at the word 'cunt'. It sounded so coarse and demeaning, I couldn't bring myself to repeat it, and I wanted to correct Mr. West and tell him I preferred he called it my pussy.

"Say that again, please"

"Pussy!" I blushed more deeply when I said it.

"OK lay back on the desk with your legs spread. Count each one as it hit you."

"Oh no!" I thought to myself. I didn't mean I wanted him to whip my pussy!

In order to lie back on the desktop, I first had to sit on it. This caused the hard surface to press up on the base of the plug, which in turn drove it deeper up into my ass. I felt the painful sensations of its movement crease my face with lines of tortured anguish, especially when I wriggled back a bit on my ass so I could lie back with my heels spread on the edge of the desktop. I reached back above my head with my hands and gripped the edge of the other side of the desk, aware that I was providing Mr. West with a clear and unprotected shot at my vulnerable pussy.

While I waited for him to select a whip, I looked up at the domed Perspex of the Torture Channel camera watching directly above. In my mind I tried to imagine the view and how many people might be silently watching. What would they see? Me, of course, but it was something more than that. They'd see me, completely naked with my ass plugged; my pussy thrust provocative and ready to receive twenty-one lashes from Mr. West; openly spread and ready as if inviting Mr. West to punish my tender pussy. Would they be able to see its pink wetness revealing my dark and secret pleasure at the thought? I let my head roll to one side and rested my blushing face against the inside of my upper arm.

(Swish - SMACK)

"Oh god! That hurt!" a voice in my head screamed as the first lash of the whip hit me squarely on my clit.

"ONE!" I called out.

(Swish - SMACK)

The pain was instant and blinding.

"TWO!"

My sensitive clit throbbed, as if stung by a bee. I kept my heels spread widely and securely in place, but my knees trembled and desperately wanted to come together to protect my defenseless pussy. The tempo of the flogging quickened.

(SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!)

"THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!" I yelped and was squealing loudly by the time I got to 'nine'.

The next three blows struck savagely. So savagely, in fact, that the searing pain stole so much breath it was impossible to even scream.

"TEN! ELEVEN! (AAARRRRRGGG) TWELVE!"

The remainder of the lashes came in quick succession and I yelped out each count in a high-pitched, almost unintelligible shriek.

"...TWENTY!"

"Oh god!" I gasped, trying to catch my breath. I almost wanted Mr. West to quickly get it over with, but he bent over and retrieved another whip from the drawer of the desk. I noticed him starting to raise his hand with the tawse high above his head. I closed my eyes and steeled myself for the excruciating pain I knew was about to hit.

"AAHHHHHHH -- TWENTY ONE!! - AAAAHHHH" I sobbed.

"OK, I think we are clear here. Answer the phone when it rings, not when you get tired of hearing it ring."

"Yes, Mister West!" I sobbed breathlessly.

"Have a seat, I have something I need to get."

I could barely move after the savage whipping of my pussy. I writhed on my back for a while and pressed my hands between my thighs to soothe the horrible throbbing, burning after-effects of the cat and tawse. I'm just managing to crawl from the desk and sit on the chair when he returns. The pain in my pussy makes me almost oblivious to the ass fucking sensations of the butt plug.

Mr. West returns with some clips that he attaches to my tender nipples. I watch him hands through tear-filled eyes and am surprised to note my nipples are stiff and fully erect with visible signs of my aroused state. After clamping the buds of my nipples, he drops a cotton smock in my hands; a tunic with a hole cut to go over my head, and no sides to it. There's a rope to tie like a sash around my waist.

"Put this on, I've got to go to a meeting. I want you to answer the phones and such like. I don't get much walk in traffic, but if I do, well, right now we are out of stock. Any thing else should be covered in the office manuals I've printed off."

He hands me a key.

"If you need to get into the safe, this will open it. It will also give you a 3 second half power jolt, once every 30 seconds as long as the safe is open. If the safe is open for longer than 20 minutes all the collars go off. Try not to do that. If a volunteer comes in you don't have to do any thing but the paperwork. If it's a sell, check it out as per the manuals. As the seller what they want for the slave, if it's approved. If it's less than $500, pay them. If it's over 500, tell them that you can pay up to 500, but if they want to come back later after I have returned, they might be able to get the balance from me. I'll be back around 5:30 tonight"

I nod and slowly my breathing resumes a normal, if shallow rhythm. The plug in my ass causes my anus to throb and tingle now, almost in sympathy with the continued throbbing in my clit.

"Oh, I just set the collars for 100 feet. Don't go to far into the back yard. See you in a bit. Make sure you leave your plug in and the clips on until I get back, or nine this evening, which ever comes first. Don't forget we have tapes, so I will know if you cheat. You will not like what happens to slaves that cheat."

I dared not think about it because doing so had the immediate effect of almost making me cum all over the chair.