Selena learns to enjoy the whip

“Get a little closer to the edge, Selena,” Anthony said and grabbed her by the waist. She reached back with one hand to grab his penis and guide him into her slit. Inch by inch he pushed his hard cock inside her, causing Selena to gasp for air. She was tight but well greased, and the pleasure from his cock soon overshadowed the pain from the belt whipping. Selena began to move her ass to meet his strokes in a rhythm. Anthony grabbed Selena by her hair and pulled her head back, he wanted to see her face while he fucked her.
Lust and wantonness glittered in her eyes and the tears caused by the two lashes with his belt had messed up her eyeliner. Little pearls of sweat formed on the skin of her back. She reached back with her hands to grab his bottom, to pull him against her, to get fucked deeper and deeper. She wanted to take all of him in. She finally came with a loud gasp, a heavenly orgasm that made her see stars. Anthony pumped his cum into her, he preferred coming inside her. Arm in arm they embraced on the bed, tired and exhausted.
They slept almost until noon the next day. They had coffee in bed and Anthony explained more about the Institute. It functioned more like a private country club with exclusive memberships. About half of the members were Japanese, also many from Europe, but just a few Americans. Once a girl has been through training it is up to her to visit members in their home countries, all expenses paid of course on top of a large salary. It was not just about being submissive, on the contrary, she would also learn how to dominate. Most likely Selena would have to whip Hana during the coming days. Selena would learn how to be a perfect fantasy, to play a role like an actress while making it feel real.