"STRAP IT OVER THE CHESTERFIELD" ORDERED ZELDA TO SHIRLEY.
Shirley dragged the weeping piece of slut round to the back of the Chesterfield and thrust the wet carcass face down over the tall back.
She secured its wrists to its cuffs via readily available cords to the front feet. The same principle fixed the ankles to the back feet.
"J" was now head down over the back of the Chesterfield with her bottom ready for its warming.
"We will now see what you are made of"
sneered Zelda.
She gripped the exposed buttocks and felt their youthful texture. They were firm but very feminine. Slapping them a few times reddened them nicely. She then traced the cane across them selecting its target.
"J" waited. She was still a newbe at this. Her heart raced and she trembled with fear of the unknown. Again she asked herself "Why am I here? Why am I doing this?" She had no answer. All she knew was that she had to do this. The desire to be a slut and be subjected to so much humiliation was so great that it took priority over all else in her young life.
T.B.C.
