Whip Smart by Melissa Febos

Author:Melissa Febos
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780312561024
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

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“NO, MISTRESS, the other paddle, the sorority paddle.” Jack’s plump hand strained against the rope that tied his ankles and wrists together, gesturing toward the pile of spanking implements. Glaring at his massive rear, I tottered over to the pile and selected the wooden oar with holes in it. “Yes, yes, that one.” He wheezed. I walked back behind him and rested a gloved hand on his lower back. Like the rest of his body, it was waxy and white, like sweating cheese, with wiry hairs sprouting from its surface. My glove slipped as I groped for a firmer purchase.

“So the other sisters and I have noticed what a fabulous slut you’ve been lately, Margaret,” I said. As Jack shifted his bulk, I tried to remember the details specified in the crumpled list he had handed me during our consultation. “And we have reached a consensus.”

“Oh?” The breathy falsetto was three octaves higher than his paddle request had been.

“Yes. Whorish behavior demoralizes the reputation of the entire house, and we cannot tolerate it. You need to be punished, Margaret, and I have been elected to do it. I have de—”

“The purse, Mistress, the purse!” he whispered.

“Oh yes. First, I need to search your purse for, uh, evidence of your slatternly exploits.” I balanced the paddle on his back and picked up the grandma-style clutch from the floor. “Don’t let that paddle fall, Margaret,” I warned him. Tipping the purse upside down, I shook loose a dozen condoms, a pack of tissues, a porn magazine with the cover ripped off, a pair of giant panties, and a huge mushroom-shaped butt plug. Jack whimpered. “Well, well, well. What do we have here, Margie, you little pig? Is this what you like to keep hidden in your panties? Maybe we should pop this into that fat ass of yours right now.”

Jack cleared his throat.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“My pussy,” he whispered. “Call it my pussy.”

Hasids often topped from the bottom. When I first started working and heard that Orthodox Jews were among our most frequent clients, I felt a pang of satisfaction. Of course they were! Repressive societies had to be the most perverse. It was exactly the kind of anthropological curiosity I had hoped to discover working here. The novelty quickly waned. The first time one showed up, his bespectacled face framed by two long curls and the sort of black wool hat that is ubiquitous in certain parts of Williamsburg, I was nervously intrigued. And then it was just me and another naked man alone in a room for an hour. A very bossy naked man. Jack fit the stereotype. He appraised me when I walked into the room but never met my eyes. I was appraised every time I walked into a consultation, but this was different. He was picky and already knew exactly what he wanted. My intelligence mattered even less than usual. The scan of his eyes over my body was mechanical, assessing, unselfconscious. I might have been a cow.

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