Her breasts held in by the corset and her black, swathed-in body bound to the bench, Louise struggled to breathe and felt sweat and the old friend anticipation running through her. She looked almost flat down into wood, moaning low into her ball gag as she waited. It was obvious Liz had seized the reins and Louise would not deny her the right to have her spanked, but the situation made her uneasy. She felt tired, too tired, she thought, to reason clearly. Listening to Liz' strictures on Doug she felt gleeful, the next moment a bit frightened and tried to turn her head to watch.

She glimpsed Doug getting in his pinstripe suit, it did make him look styleful and masculine but she wondered how he would be acting once he started spanking her feet. We're sure to have something to talk about tonight, she mused, I have to ask Ms Cockrill some day how she perceived us. Right now, the heaviness of her normally capable body made her strain and feel exposed for the next step.