The meal rush was over, and all else had gone well. Adele reported to my office when the shift ended.

"That was a mighty poor performance for the guests, woman. I know damn well how much you enjoy pain... and how little that crop really bothered you. Did you get a good tip for the lap dance?" I grinned at her.

She grinned right back at me. "Well, boss, see, I wasn't sure how far you were going to take it. I'm on my period and didn't want to have to clean a dirty cock after fucking it." She laughed. As though she hadn't done that a few dozen times.

I was disappointed with her, though, and told her that. "The wrong coffee can kill some people, girl. I need to help you remember not to do that again! Come with me to my suite."

We went through the living part of the suite without thinking, and directly back to the playroom. "Strip, girl." Adele was a beautiful woman of Asian descent, and had the black hair and eyes of that part of her heritage, and the beautiful "cafe au lait" skin of her Bahamian father. God knows what his heritage was!

I inspected her all over, looking for rule violations. She had removed most of her pubes with electrolosis a long time ago, and had only a racing stripe down her split. The rest of her was clean, pimple-free and lovely. I kissed her on the clit after closely inspecting her pussy.

"How's your hubby feel about you working here, knowing what goes on?" This as I was checking her toenails and leg hair.

"He loves the pay, and the tips even more. Your help with the financing kept us in our house, and he knows the kind of shop you run here, clean and legal." She had come to him in tears last Spring, sure they would lose it due to the A.R.M. they had gotten when they bought the house. Stupid: she should have just come to me in the first place. But now the whole staff knew, and my accountant (who is simply the most submissive guy I've ever met and is also one of our 'artistes') now has helped four more from the brink. It is said that the measure of a man is not that HE gets rich, but how many he makes rich around him.

"All right, Adele. I think you need a little warmup. On the gyno table." She walked quickly to it and lay upon it, feet into the stirrups. I wanted the strokes to be really felt, so I frigged her a while to get her lips swollen and excited. She was blessed with a really large, sensitive clit, which stood up tall when I stopped.

"A quick twenty with the tawse ought to make your crotch nice and sensitive for your punishment. Count and ask, as usual. If you miss one, we start over." I stood between her broadly-spread legs and laid them on slowly, making sure the hits were even. Her clit took only four, as I wanted her lips to be the most sensitive.

After a short break, I took her to the Japanese Horse, and helped her aboard. She was somewhat reluctant, and I had to tie her hands behind her and lift her aboard. By the time she was on, she was crying hard and begging to be left off this part of the punishment. "Chuck, Boss, my husband will be mad if he can't make love to me because of this!"

"You knew that you'd be penalized physically for your mistakes, and I KNOW you got off at least three times during the tawse strokes. As for your husband, he can have some extra fun using your ass for a few days... as I remember he loves (and you hate!) from the last Holiday Party. Thirty minutes, woman, with 20 pounds on each ankle."

"But Boss, Sir, Master, please..." she was sobbing harder now.

"Adele, you have just earned an increase in the punishment. The 20 pounds per leg becomes 20 kilos... and I make the horse vibrate and rock. Enjoy the ride!" I turned to put the tawse away after I sanitized it, and was surprised to see a dripping-wet Stella standing in the doorway. She smelled heavenly from bubble bath, and her nipples and clit were standing tall.