Louise looked over at the cards, leaning forward as her arms were still held in. At first she didn't get the point..latex, okay, but.I'm already wearing a hood am I not? Then it registered, all body clad in latex - the only part that would be bare and open, and could be spanked, was the feet. So she would have her soles whipped? And by..him, or by- Ms Cockrill? She decided it was probably Liz who would administer the punishment.

Louise felt slightly ill at ease about it, although still ina haze she felt scared. She had heard about this kind of foot torture but had never been through it, and knew it could be quite painful. She had friends whose relatives had been in Brazil and Arhgetine during the junta years, and a few of those had suffered heinous police torture, even rape. While Ms Cockrill was no police bully, Louise recalled how a friend's cousin had told her of being spanked on her soles and legs with a hammer, and then whipped on her pussy. It had felt heinous, she’d said, and though the soles feel hardy enough when you’re walking around, Louise could see it would have worked, given how ticklish most of us get.

For now, she felt entranced by liz, and the humiliating side of th punishment she was to receive for cumming without being tol to – and in front of her husband! – turned her on too. She nodded, “I see, Ms Cockrill, I am to wear a corset and latex tights then, as well?”

“So you will, slave”

She nodded toward another bench a bit further away, and Louise walked sedately over and sat down on it, her back erect and slightly beaded by sweat.