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He required that she wore a rather revealing maid's outfit, so she was used to being gawked at by this disgusting man.

"You know that I have to punish you," he began coolly. "You can't just get away with something this serious."

"B-But sir, I-I..."

"SHUT UP!! I have not asked you to speak, woman!" he sneered.

Just as soon as she had opened her mouth, she'd closed it and looked toward the ground. Her chin was aching from his grip. She let out a small grunt of discomfort to hint that she was in pain. He merely smiled at her.

"Does this hurt, woman?"

"Y-Yes sir. It does." She whined.

He brought her face close to his. So close that she could smell the whiskey on his breath.

"Then you should have been good girl."

Before she knew it, he had jerked her head to side with so much force, that she fell on the large pieces of vase still on the floor. She let out a tiny scream of pain as the pieces sliced her skin, but that only excited the Master further. She looked up at him, and noticed his member standing tall before her.

The Master looked down at her with an evil, controlling grin and began to undo his belt buckle. He slowly slid it off of himself and snapped it at her. Lindsi's eyes widened with fear and she began to slowly back away from him.

"Ah ah... you stay there, woman." He warned. "I told you that you were going to get punished, and that's exactly what's going to happen."

Ignoring him, she continued to back up, too afraid to get on her feet, or even look around for some way out of the situation. Before she knew what was going on, she had backed up into a corner.

"Silly girl." Chuckled the Master.

With great force, he raised his belt high in the air and just before she opened her mouth to beg, it had come crashing down on her skin. A huge surge of pain shot through her entire body and she let out a rather loud scream.

The Master drew back his belt and smiled. He liked seeing her like this. She was his. His to own. His to mistreat. Again he raised his belt high in the air and again, he sent it crashing down on her fragile skin. Another yelp of pain and another as each horrible lash fell upon her.

After some twenty minutes or so, the blows had stopped. She opened her tearful eyes and looked up at him. He seemed quite pleased with himself. His hard on had actually gotten larger during her beating.

"Have you learned your lesson, woman?" he asked, smirking.

"Y-y-yes sir..." she choked.

"Really? Because I don't think so."

He quickly and roughly grabbed her by the ponytail again and dragged her out of the office door and down the hall into his bedroom. The closer they drew to the room, the more she fought him. Her arms flailing around helplessly, she tried to wiggle free from his grasp.

"It's no use, woman. You must be taught." He growled.

Lindsi pleaded with him more, but had become so terrified, that her words were not understandable through the incessant sobbing. She would soon find herself literally thrown into the room and onto the bed.

"Don't move until I say." The Master continued as he kicked off his boots. "Remove your dress now."

Her voice shaking, she did as she was told. She felt his eyes burning her flesh as she slowly slid the dress off of her. No sooner had the dress fallen at her knees did he rush to the bed and snatch it away. Now she sat there, in nothing but a black silk wire bottomed bra... while the Master stood before her, a dark look in his eye and an evil grin resting on his face.

"You're a bad girl, Lindsi. I see you no panties on you." He said lustfully.

She was far too frightened to say a word. She could only watch him as he inched toward the bed, his hand pulling down his zipper, letting his jeans fall at his ankles.

"Slide down my boxers, woman." He instructed firmly.

Her hands shaking tremendously, she did as she was told.