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Justine couldn’t find the will to resist. Sobbing as she revelled in the pain, snaking a hand between her legs and sliding sweaty fingers against the fetid heat of her sex, Justine teased the nub of her clitoris.
    The bead pulsed beneath her touch and she was startled by the pleasure that her casual caress inspired. She hadn’t expected any joy from touching herself and the rush of delight was enough to make her quiver. Greedily, she rubbed harder.
    The tawse slapped down against her rear. ‘Say the words while you’re touching yourself,’ the woman insisted. ‘Tell me that you’ve truly wanted this thrashing.’
    For an instant Justine could almost picture the face of the woman. Then that detail was gone as a surge of pleasure flooded her body. The miserable tears she had shed were forgotten as she basked in a haze of euphoria. The release had never been stronger and she realised the orgasm was continuing in a series of glorious waves. Each time the tawse descended against her buttocks a fresh burst of delight flowed through her and she crested a peak of elation that left her weak and helpless.
    ‘Tell me that you’ve truly wanted this thrashing,’ the woman repeated.
    ‘I’ve truly wanted this thrashing,’ Justine agreed.
    The tawse bit viciously against her upper thighs.
    Justine pressed wet fingers into the folds of her sex and groaned as the escalating pleasure swept through her in a debilitating rush. The feral musk she had caught before was stronger now and much more intoxicating. Its dark flavour added to her excitement and she had no qualms about giving herself to the next surge of delight that took her in its embrace.
    ‘I wanted this thrashing,’ Justine screamed. ‘I needed this thrashing.’
    ‘Too damned right,’ the woman agreed.
    Justine heard the clatter of the tawse being thrown aside and then she was being pulled away from the wall. She didn’t know what was happening until the woman embraced her, and she was being held by a naked stranger. Bare breasts jostled against her own nude frame and the woman’s roving hands smoothed against her aching backside and explored the curves and swell of her body. A tongue pushed against her lips as the woman’s mouth met hers and, still giddy from her unexpected enjoyment, Justine allowed the kiss to continue. She let the tongue probe her mouth, daringly allowed the woman to writhe against her, before finally stepping back and snatching a breath.
    ‘I’ve been wanting to do that since you first started working here,’ the woman confessed. ‘I’m glad we got the opportunity. You truly were satisfying.’
    For the first time since she had entered the vault, Justine recognised her tormentor. She didn’t know why she hadn’t identified the woman before, blaming panic and her own nervousness on the oversight. But, now she knew who it was, she stepped away and pressed her back against the wall. Even when the woman handed her the keys she had promised, while flexing a reassuring grin, Justine could only think of the embarrassment that now held her after surrendering so easily.
    ‘Mrs Weiss!’ Justine exclaimed. ‘What on earth did you think you were doing?’
    ‘This is my vault,’ Mrs Weiss reminded her. ‘I can do what I like in here.’
    Justine took the keys that were being offered and then began to snatch her clothes from the floor. ‘Maybe you think you can do what you like down here,’ she agreed haughtily. ‘But you’re not going to get away with treating me like some sort of sexual toy.’
    ‘I wasn’t treating you like a sex toy,’ Mrs Weiss corrected. ‘I was simply testing your suitability. I have a little job that needs doing and I had thought you might be the ideal candidate.’
    Justine shook her head as she retrieved the last of her clothes from the floor. ‘I don’t do little jobs for sadistic perverts,’ she snapped. ‘I don’t even work for your library any more. I shall forward a letter of resignation through my