Mr. Darcy got whipped!

Mr. Darcy got whipped!
    Darcy blinked open his eyes. As his pupils focused, he immediately became conscious that he was tied firmly to the gym equipment. Then he saw Elizabeth, and the muscles on his face tensed.
    “What the hell?” he yelled, jerking his hands.
    Elizabeth observed his struggle impassively, her arms folded across her chest.
   When he tried to raise his legs onto the reclining seat which was part of the gym equipment to leverage his body up, she called out, “Hey, hey! Not so easy!”
    With quick strides, she grabbed two more belts from the wardrobe and wrapped her hands around his legs to restrain him further. He swung and swayed, but Elizabeth held on tight.
    “Let go of me!” he growled. “Who are you?”
    “Stupid man!” she murmured, as she pulled one of his legs and secured it to a vertical bar with a belt. Despite his fierce struggle, she immobilized his other leg by tying it to another bar.
    “Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?”
    “You don’t need to know,” Elizabeth said. She grinned as she finished; she had him where she wanted.
     Elizabeth usually worked in the children’s department, punishing lazy school kids by taking away their toys and favourite foods. This was the first assignment she had in a new department, and she couldn’t wait to work on it. Darcy had powerful thighs and muscles. With her usual squeeze, she could render him unconscious very quickly. But she needed him to be awake to endure the punishment.
    Ignoring his loud protests and demands to be released, Elizabeth took a few deep breaths and searched his wardrobe again.
    She returned with another leather belt and lashed his arse with it.
   “Urgh!!!” He screamed in pain.


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