Chapter Eight
A couple of weeks and several good hard spankings later, on a slow afternoon at work, I received an e-mail from Justine that warned: Make sure no one’s around when you look at these. There were several image attachments. I glanced casually about my desk and the surrounding cubicles, then opened the first file.
It was a photo of some guy strapped face down on a bed, naked, his ass showing several red stripes, obviously from a whip, crop, or cane. The next photo showed the crop striking the ass in question, the bare flesh indented at the moment the camera captured the stroke. The ass got redder in each picture, and some new implements were shown. As I looked, getting excited and thinking of Justine doing this to me, I was struck by the thought that there was something strange
