3. Aiko - Envy and anger (2)

“Having a hot cunt for a couple of days will remind you to stay away from Tom during his next visit. Stay where you are Masumi. I’ll get some cream from your shower room.”

Aiko left the girl sobbing and rubbing her derriere furiously, while she went for the cream. When she returned, Masumi had assumed her punishment position again, looking like a frog about to jump across the table. Aiko started to apply a liberal amount of the slimy balm up and down her lips and across the centre of her peachy buttocks.

The sobbing receded and was replaced with appreciative sighs, especially when Aiko slipped two fingers into her gaping orifice. The girl’s quim was sodden, making it exceedingly easy to spear her young tightness.

“Masumi. I want you to dress quickly, grab a bite to eat and meet me at my new apartment at nine o’clock,” she said softly, while continuing to massage the youngster’s succulent folds. “I have a lot to deal with today, so I want you to help Kartu with Penny. By the way, I’m in Hiroto’s old suite.”

Masumi trembled for a few moments and then went into a rapid series of jarring spasms as her orgasm took hold. It was a good time to fit a restraint on her. The stainless-steel clamp she held in her free hand was a brand new, tazer devise and the first time she had fitted one. Once the clam-like halves of the tiny hinged clamp were closed, she would need to unlock it with an Alan key before it could be opened.

Masumi didn’t sense any danger when Aiko withdrew her fingers and massaged her clitoris, but yelped when she snapped the clamp shut on her ridge of clitoral flesh.

“Aiko! What are you doing?” Masumi cried, dropping her knees, and getting to her feet.

The youngster turned around and bending forward, examined her pussy. Aiko watched with amusement when Masumi pulled her lips apart and stared at the restraint. The stainless-steel clamp felt small in her hand but looked much larger nestling within Masumi’s lips.

“This hurts Aiko. Please take it off!” she protested, while gingerly feeling around the shiny restraint with her fingers.

“No! It stays to the end of the day. Call it an experiment or a punishment. I don’t care. Hiroto fitted similar clamps to all three of Penny’s nubs, so thank your lucky stars I’m leaving your nipples alone!”

Masumi’s face was red from her recent orgasm, and from anger at being clamped like one of the Pony-girls in her care. She used similar devises to achieve faster lap times on the track, or for punishing the fillies when they misbehaved. The threat of even the slightest tazer jolt through the clamps, produced amazing results and compliant, obedient animals.

“Surely BJ can’t have agreed to you doing this, Aiko,” Masumi whined, accepting that the clamp was locked and immovable until Aiko released it. “I can’t walk around with this damn thing on show…”

“Stop moaning Masumi. BJ has given me overall control of the staff, so you won’t get a sympathetic ear from him. Put some panties on if you’re worried about what people think. I’ll be judging your work rate today and if you’re as lazy as yesterday, I’ll leave it on.” Aiko took the controller out of her pocket and held it up. “Get dressed and don’t forget to meet me at my room at 9 o’clock. I’ll buzz you if you keep me waiting!” she added in a threatening tone.

The younger woman looked upset, but remained silent, lest she was zapped there and then. Aiko was envious of and attracted to the stunningly beautiful girl in equal measure. The girl was an enigma with her wild strawberry blonde hair, inherited from a Swedish grandmother. Her best feature was her amazing hazel-green eyes, which were huge and dominated her face. But, all her other features were of a classic Japanese beauty.

A slightly oval face, round chin, skin like frosty icing and elegant soft curves, highlighted her stunning complexion. Her nose was strong, yet narrow and was also formed with graceful smooth lines. Her philtrum lifted her upper lip slightly and because her lips were full and heavy, they gave the impression she was about to form a kiss, thus luring the observer with her wanton expression.

“All right,” Masumi conceded gloomily. “I’ll be there.”

Aiko put the controller back in her pocket, turned with a swish of latex and left Masumi’s room. Having whipped the girl’s butt, the tension and stress had gone, leaving her feeling better prepared to handle the imminent arrivals of the company directors. She was going to have to sell them a difficult story and bring as many of the elderly men around to her way of thinking, otherwise her plan would fail.

Would they accept her at the head of the company? Only time would tell!