The Price of Desire by N. K. Fox

corrected herself.
    Mistress stepped back and started to pace in front of the naked pair. ‘Your dearest cousin asked me to instruct you on the correct behaviour for a certain social gathering tonight. You will need to seem comfortable in the surroundings and you will need to look like you belong.’ Mistress paused to allow herself to linger on each naked girl in turn. ‘I can see we have a lot of work to do, and although I admit I am the best in the business, I can’t work miracles. In the normal course of events I would love to have some fun with you in particular, Georgie, as it’s always more enjoyable when they put up a bit of a fight.’
    She smiled at her in such a malevolent way that Georgie’s stomach did a back-flip.
    â€˜However, for our purpose today you shall be the Dom, and Bunnie...’ she seemed to linger on the name, ‘you are a natural.’
    â€˜Thank you, Mistress,’ Bunnie responded without hesitation.
    â€˜Yes, you will be our sub, and I will be your instructor. Right, now we all know our place, let’s start with the basics. Follow me, both of you.’
    â€˜Yes, Mistress,’ the girls chorused, and followed to a far corner of the basement, to a metal trestle table covered in black rubber. There were straps and buckles attached to it, and Georgie prayed they were not going to be used on her.
    â€˜Bunnie, step forward and bend over the table,’ Mistress demanded, and as Bunnie complied with the demand Georgie’s momentary relief that it wasn’t her was quickly replaced with concern for her own fate.
    â€˜Now Georgie, I want you to secure her wrists and ankles with the straps provided.’
    Shakily, Georgie approached the trestle and crouched to fix the leather ankle straps. She had to pull Bunnie’s legs wide apart for her ankles to reach the restraints, and Bunnie’s petite size meant she had to stand on tiptoe once her wrists had been secured, her body stretched across the table.
    Georgie stepped back to admire her handiwork. She had to admit that beside their bizarre situation she couldn’t help but be impressed. Bunnie’s milky buttocks were presented and vulnerable, allowing both instructor and pupil to see her pretty quim peeking out between her thighs, and Georgie felt a flutter in her stomach that had nothing to do with the intimidating latex vixen behind her.
    â€˜Good. Now, Georgie, I want you to spank her bottom. I want you to make it nice and pink for me,’ Mistress ordered.
    Georgie thought she heard Bunnie whimper, but she was too lost in her own thoughts to care, the enticing sight of Bunnie’s naked body pinned down before her encouraging her to follow Mistress’ orders without question. She stood behind her friend, gazing at the flawless globes of flesh before her.
    â€˜Well, what are you waiting for?’ snapped Mistress. ‘Get on with it.’
    Georgie hesitated for a split second longer, then slowly raised a shaky hand and brought it down with a sharp smack on Bunnie’s left buttock. Bunnie let out a startled cry but Georgie’s hand was already raised again, poised for the next strike. Bringing her hand down again, harder this time, the loud slap filled the room. Bunnie let out another cry but Georgie barely noticed as she watched the colour rising in those pretty cheeks. Again and again she rhythmically spanked Bunnie. She was mesmerised by the rippling flesh and delighted at how it bounced and wobbled with each well placed slap.
    Despite Bunnie’s squeals and shrieks Georgie could tell she was enjoying it as much as she was. Her pussy was blossoming and glistening juices were running down her thighs.
    â€˜Stop!’ ordered Mistress, causing Georgie to jump and bringing her out of her reverie. She had completely forgotten the woman was standing behind her the whole time. Her face flushed with humiliation as she was suddenly aware of her own arousal. The