The Training of Amber Rayne, Day Two

Amber's on her knees, back straight, thighs spread wide. She's holding the pose while the vibe torments her clit. Every time her muscles twitch she earns another swat. Tom walks in, unzips, and feeds her his cock without a word. She gags, drool running down her tits, but she keeps her hands behind her head like she was told. He pulls out and starts the flogging. Leather snaps across her back, her ass, the backs of her thighs. Red lines bloom on pale skin. He doesn't miss a spot. Amber bites her lip, eyes wet, yet her cunt is visibly slick. They buckle her face-down on the wide bench, legs spread, ass up. Tom drives in dry at first, then pounds her hole until it's gaping around him. She begs to come, voice shaking. He tells her no. Her job is to take it and look grateful. When he pulls out he paints her open ass with thick ropes of come. It leaks down her crack and drips to the floor. She stands at attention, trembling, while the orders are given: clean it up, tongue only, then go home with tonight's tasks memorized. She drops, licks the concrete clean, and waits to be dismissed.