My wife trying to avoid punishment

[goldplanet2001]

The senior supervisor leaned back in her chair, pressing her fingertips together. She stared with severe disapproval at the trembling woman, Sandra Pearce, held before her by two of the Sex Toy Company's brutish and powerful female guards.

"So you do not deny your transgression?" she barked at Sandra, whose legs were shaking with fear and shock.

"N..no, ma'am!" quavered Sandra, "but..."

"But?! But?!" snapped the supervisor. "There are no 'buts' in this case you wretched creature! You were caught in
flagrante with a research technician in a sensitive test area! This is a gross violation of the Sex Toy Company's on site code of conduct! The tech has been dismissed and so shall you be, and the reason for your dismissal shall be communicated to your husband!"

"No, ma'am! He will divorce me!" wailed Sandra.

"Too bad!" replied the supervisor. "You have been caught screwing technicians beforem have you not?"

"Yes, ma'am, b..but it won't happen again, I p..p..promise!" wept the miserable woman, her arms in the grip of the two burly women on either side.

"I am fed up with your promises!" snapped the supervisor. "You have insulted me and the Sex Toy Company and you are treating everyone, not least your husband, with no respect whatsoever! You seem to be addicted to illicit intercourse and you wish to keep your job rather than have your husband find out. Is this true?"

"Oh yes, ma'am! P..please let me k..keep my job! I will be good, I p..promise!"

"You made such a promise last time and I was foolish enough to believe you! This time you will be punished!"

Sandra's eyes widened with horror as the supervisor delivered her judgment.

"Shave her and put her on the Fuck-flogger!"

"No!" cried the miserable woman as the guards began to drag her towards the door.

"Wait! Wait! Please wait!" she begged, struggling in their iron grip.

The supervisor lifted one finger and the guards stopped.

"Ma'am! Please! Will it be with one candle or two?" begged the wretched woman, her face red.

"Why, with two candles, of course!" and the supervisor laughed at Sandra's agonised expression. She dropped her finger and the guards forced the miserable woman out into the corridor.

The supervisor smiled a thin smile as she heard Sandra's wailing echo down the corridor. Soon the hapless woman would have plenty to blubber about! The Fuck-flogger was one of the Sex Toy Company's most popular products. A fully-functional model was kept in the labs below at all times, as a deterrent and a warning to all misbehaving employees. Several women had been punished on it and it's effectiveness as a device for punishment was well known and feared exceedingly.


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With a feeling of terror and dread Sandra was thrust into a lift that went down to the labs. The guards took her to a preparation room where she was ordered to remove all clothing and jewellery and her pubic region was shaved as smooth as satin. She did not bother to beg for mercy - she knew now she would receive none.

The guards then pushed her before them down more corridors to the Fuck-flogger room and pushed her in. Sandra wailed again at the sight of the machine standing in the middle of the floor, terrified of the promise of the pain it would give her. One of the guards switched it on and the wheels began to spin. The flogger wheels spun much more rapidly than the central fucker wheel. A guard, laughing, touched the end of one of the dildos and it pneumatically swelled and stiffened to twice its size.

"See how it expands when it touches something!" laughed the guard. "It goes down after a moment or so to let it come out of you easier, but the next one comes along in a second or two!"

Sandra was ordered to lay on her back. She was then tied securely to the suspension apparatus, her knees, wrists and ankles bound tightly in place. Laughing, the guards then lifted up Sandra with a grunt and a heave and hung the mechanism on its bracket hanging from the ceiling, bolting it secure with the end cap.

"No, no, no, no!" moaned sandra.

As one of the guards pushed her up on the mechanism, the other ran a cord to an eyebolt on the wall behind Sandra's head, tying it in place. They then left the room, wishing Sandra lots of fun on the machine.

Sandra was suspended naked above the Fuck-flogger. She heard its motor whine. She wriggled and squirmed. She felt the breeze of the straps on her ass. Her terror was absolute, she didn't understand how she wasn't fainting with fear.

After a few moments the supervisor arrived with two pink candles, one taller than the other. She smiled her thin smile as she slotted them in place. The smaller candle was just below the taut cord holding up the suspension mechanism.

"No!" begged Sandra, as the supervisor produced her cigarette lighter.

"You know how this works, Sandra," declared the supervisor. "There is a heat sensor in the ceiling. When both candles are out the machine will stop. If you can blow out the candles you can save yourself a great deal of pain and discomfort."

Sandra looked at her, her eyes pleading.

"I trust this will teach you to moderate your behaviour in the future!" laughed the supervisor.

She lit the candles and left the room, locking the door behind her. The supervisor smiled as she turned the key. No one had told Sandra that the candles were trick candles that couldn't be blown out!
She glanced through the window at Sandra struggling naked on the suspension frame. She would learn a lesson this afternoon!

Hanging above the Fuck-flogger Sandra felt the breeze of the straps on her naked ass and blew with all her might.

The candles guttered and flickered but did not go out.

She moaned as an ominous wisp of black smoke began to rise from the cord above.

Tears in her eyes she blew and blew and blew.


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