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guessed contained further sex toys. She swallowed hard, wondering how it would feel to be rendered helpless and punished by Annabella, and sure that she would have every chance to find out.
    Paulette was clearly enraptured as well, feeling the padded surface of a whipping-stool with a touch that was really a caress. Remembering Paulette’s fantasies of regular punishment to keep her in her place, Susan could see what the black girl was thinking. Annabella would beat her until she was satisfied, indulging Paulette’s love of penitence to the full. For Susan, the set-up was less perfect, being too contrived, too deliberate to really fit her fantasies. She would have preferred to be pulled over de Vergy’s knee in the bedroom, to have her jeans and panties pulled down and to be spanked with a hand or hairbrush while Paulette laughed at her discomfort. Better still would have been the garden, squealing her way through a bare-bottom spanking like the little brat she was, Annabella not caring in the least that the neighbours witnessed her victim’s pain and humiliation.
    ‘You should both be nude,’ Annabella was saying, now haughty and commanding. ‘Strip and wait here while I change. There’s a bathroom on the floor below.’
    Susan began to undress immediately, determined to make the best of the chance to be dominated by Annabella. As the door clicked shut, Susan turned to Paulette and smiled at the eagerness with which her friend was disrobing.
    Paulette trembled with anticipation as she tugged her skirt down over her hips. The prospect of punishment had entirely dissolved her disappointment at discovering that Alan Sowerby had been on a wild-goose chase. Annabella de Vergy was absolutely wonderful, not only obviously skilled and experienced in the art of domination, but with the perfect look for it. Tall, slim and athletic in appearance, de Vergy was just the sort of woman Paulette felt ought to be chastising her.
    Twice she had deliberately been cheeky, and now she was going to be punished – and punished alongside Susan, which would make the experience even better. Stepping out of her panties, she gathered up the pile of clothes on the floor and scampered downstairs to wash, leaving Susan still only half-undressed.
    She passed Susan on the stairs on her return, getting a friendly slap on her bottom as she went by. Back in what she was already thinking of as the dungeon, although it was an attic room, she surveyed Annabella’s equipment and wondered which piece of exotic apparatus it would be most fun to use. The whipping-stool tempted, designed to leave her bent almost double with her bum high in the air and everything showing. A pillory had even more potential, as it would leave her totally helpless and fitted beautifully with her fantasy of being punished for real.
    The door clicked to behind her and she turned to see Susan, naked and lovely. Susan’s reaction to Annabella seemed to be identical to hers, with no trace of jealousy. Not that there was any need to feel any; they would, after all, be together.
    ‘You want to go first, don’t you?’ Susan asked.
    ‘Please,’ Paulette answered. ‘I’d like to go in the pillory. Do you think she’d rather choose?’
    ‘Go in it, anyway,’ Susan suggested. ‘She can always order you out. She might even beat us for trying to anticipate her.’
    ‘That’s true,’ Paulette replied, hoping that Annabella would do exactly that. She opened the pillory and laid her head and wrists into the holes.
    Susan closed the bar, trapping Paulette and immediately bringing the thrill of helplessness. ‘You do look sweet,’ Susan remarked as she clicked the bolt into place. ‘I’d do you myself. In fact, I think I will.’
    ‘Hey!’ Paulette protested, but could do nothing as Susan moved behind her and fondled her bottom.
    Paulette sighed as Susan’s hands caressed her cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart, her fingers moulding the flesh.
    ‘Legs apart,’ Susan