#asswhipping

Whenever my intern misses his target he will loose his trousers and i will hold my metal rules between his legs and give 10 sharp strikes to his scrotum and that magically teaches him the lesson. Indian men are so easy to break and they deserve good punishment.

"You missed the target, Rohan," she said, her voice a low, dangerous hum. "And in my office, every missed target carries a very specific tax." 

She sank back, She didn't reach for a crop; instead, she picked up a heavy, cold stainless steel ruler from her desk. 

"Trousers down," she commanded. "You won't be needing the dignity of a suit while I'm correcting your incompetence". 

Rohan obeyed instantly, his eyes fixed on the floor. Natasha positioned herself behind him, the metal of the ruler glinting under the fluorescent lights. She reached between his legs, measuring her aim with clinical precision. 

"Indian men are so easy to break," she whispered in his ear, a melodic and dangerous laugh escaping her lips. "You deserve to feel the full weight of your failure. Ten strikes. Count them." 

CRACK.

The first strike of the metal ruler against his scrotum sent a shock through his frame, his body arching in a spasm of agony. 

"One... Mistress!" he gasped. 

By the tenth strike, he was sobbing, his pride completely dismantled. Natasha tossed the ruler back onto her desk with a sharp clack. 

In the dimly lit room, Vanya stands behind Adarsh, pressing her body against his back while reaching around to maintain a vice-like grip on his groin.

Vanya: (Her voice a cold, low whisper in his ear) "I’m going to hold you like this until every ounce of your stubbornness drains away. I want to feel you shatter."

She tightens her hold, her knuckles turning white as she exerts her full strength. Adarsh’s breath hitches; his muscular frame tenses as he tries to endure the overwhelming pressure of her grasp.

Adarsh: "It... my ball hurts... Vanya, stop... please..."

Vanya: (Increasing the pressure) "Let it hurt. That pain is just a reminder of who owns you. I told you I’d hold you until you cried, and I’m a woman of my word. Don't fight it, Adarsh. Just give in."

Adarsh: (His voice breaking) "I can't... I can't take any more..."

The silence of the room is suddenly broken by the sound of a ragged sob. Adarsh’s head drops, and hot tears begin to fall, splashing against his chest. He sags against her, his strength completely gone, reduced to a weeping, broken shell of a man.

A chime drew her to the bedside table. She ignored her work phone and pulled a slender, matte-black device from a locked drawer. The Secret Phone.

Private Message: Your slave for tonight is ready and will be delivered to your address by 7:00 PM. He is dressed formally outside, but will be wearing a red bikini inside as you demanded.

Natasha’s laugh was soft, melodic, and slightly dangerous. She moved to the hidden compartment in her walk-in closet, unzipping a heavy leather bag. She ran a manicured finger over the cold steel of the chains and the supple leather of the new riding crop

The doorbell rang. On the monitor, a man in a sharp, anonymous gray suit stood with his head bowed, hands clasped in front of him. Natasha opened the door just a crack, the scent of her perfume hitting the hallway.

"Inside," she commanded.

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"Please, Ma'am," Aadi gasped, his voice trembling with a mixture of agony and humiliation. "I can't take any more... please, stop."

Tanya stepped closer, her heels clicking rhythmically against the floor. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a cold, predatory whisper. "Your buttocks need to get ripped, Aadi. Only then will it be a reminder next time you slip." She straightened up, her face a mask of uncompromising authority. "You forgot the foundation of our strategy. Now, you will remember the price."

Without another word, she swung. Crack! The sound reverberated through the open-plan office like a whip, causing the staff in the background to flinch in their cubicles. Before the air could settle, she struck again. Crack!

Aadi let out a stifled cry, his body jolting from the force of the impact. The red welts on his skin deepened as the physical toll of his mistake was etched into his body for all to see.

"Stand up," Tanya commanded coldly.