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She can't handle it
(Kim Hardwick)

After fifteen minutes, I stood back and was reasonably pleased with my effort.  Aside from the normal nicks and cuts, her vulva was all clean and ready for some heavy duty punishment.

"Candy, I know you have financial responsibilities being a single mom, so I am recommending that you not be discharged; however, you must PAY the penalty for your HORRENDOUS review.  Candy, YOU SIMPLY MUST PAY!"

And without further ado, I raised the leather bullwhip and began the first of the mandatory thirty lashes.  

Oh the way she screamed; the manner, in which she writhed on the rack, doing her best to avoid the nonstop blows, was so arousing.  In truth, this is one of the reasons I love working in human resources.  There is nothing like having a hand in straightening out an employee's bad attitude.

"PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP!"

After a while, an experienced member of Personnel will tune out the heart rendering screams for mercy.  We soon realize that we are doing them a favor.  Crushing the employee's body, whether it's their nipples and assholes or in the case of men, their testicles tied and bound to a cinderblock, we are doing them a favor.

"PLEASE STOP IT!  I'LL SIGN ANYTHING YOU WANT, PLEASE; PLEASE I BEG YOU, STOP THE PAIN!"

She really should exhibit some self-control.  Bad enough I have to listen to her loud bawling, but now, she's screaming incoherently.  It's almost as if she's challenging me to inflict more pain.  Maybe that's it.  Perhaps I have been too nice to her.  Yes, the more I think about it, the more convinced I am that Candy is deliberately goading me into letting her go prematurely.  

Stepping back from her, I am, for a lack of better wording, stunned.  The British have a term for it, 'gobsmacked.'  I was about to show some Christian charity; some leniency so to speak, and release her, in particular, due to how well she controlled herself while I was carving her up with the straight edge.  But now.  Well, let's just say her duplicitous behavior has only steeled my resolve in showing her the error of her ways.  Yes, indeed, Candy Miller shall soon find out why ACME and SONS' human resource department is the best in the industry.  She'll find out why we leave no skin tag unripped or nipple healthy and whole.  Fucking slut will learn not to fool Gunther Stein of ACME and SONS!

"PLEASE MR. STEIN, PLEASE, STOP THE PAIN!"

 "Stop the pain?  Ms. Miller," approaching her from her left and leaning down to make sure there is no misunderstanding.  "I HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN!  YOU FUCKING INGRATE!  AFTER ALL AMCE AND SONS HAS DONE FOR YOU, THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT US?  YOU HARLOT!"