Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Eleven - Sex Stories

Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Eleven

... call the authorities or even a lawyer if you wish. No?"

Kristina turned her head and kept her mouth shut.

"I have nothing to say."

"Nothing? On the contrary. I think you have a lot to say. Did you really think you could get away with it?"

Kristina feigned innocence but visibly trembled.

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you do this sort of thing often? Spying? Thieving secrets? Tell me who are you working for? Come on. Are you going to cooperate?"

"Of course not."

"So, you're just going to waste our time."

"Whatever. All I hear is blah, blah, blah."

"Insolent slut! Well, the more I hear YOUR blah, blah, blah. The longer you'll remain in that seat."

"Is this even legal?"

"Trust me. You're going nowhere until you give me answers. Tell me who you work for."

"You can't keep me here all fucking day."

"I want names. Now."

"I won't talk. And you can't make me."

"Oh. I'll get you to talk, believe you me. Actually, I'm rather pleased you refuse to spill your guts. I prefer to deal with insubordination internally. That's why I employ men like Dalglish here."

"Yeah, I heard that you're one sadistic cow."

Kristina stole a look at the unblinking guard to stood to attention by the door. Marian sat at her mahogany desk and clicked on the keyboard of her PC with well-manicured nails. She hit history and read the last pages visited on the screen.

"The Paisley account. Are you interested in the Scottish merger? I think not. Now, the ...

... outlined strategy on the streaming of staff? Highly unlikely. Ah, this must be it. The company finances. Right. Are you working for 'them?' Really? How disappointing. Now why don't you just admit it and we're done here."

Mrs. Wintergreen went to her desk and Kristina watched her rummage through the top drawer. She turned to face the cuffed woman and tapped her riding crop against the outside of her thigh.

"Like my new persuader? Hmm? It's a baton whip with a nice rubber grip handle idle for a better grip. This won't slip out of one's hand, even if your palms get hot and sweaty. It also has a shock-absorbing gel end and a soft durable suede covering. I've whipped a few bare bottoms in my life both men and women and it never gets old."

Two thoughts crossed Kristina's mind. One, she had well and truly been found out. The other is that this woman had a reputation for dishing out corporal punishment. She shot Wintergreen an apprehensive look and shifted uncomfortably in her seat as Marian stood behind the chair and began to stroke her left upper cheek with the keeper of the whip, slowly dragging it to her pursed lips and chin. She lingered there before venturing down the woman's front to her half-unbuttoned blouse. On she went, nudging the blonde's full breasts to explore her ample cleavage. The older of the two let her hand fondle the spy's left boob under the soft shirt.

"Oh, you bitch! Ever heard the words sexual harassment? Get the fuck away."

Without warning, ...