VIPs in bondage – Five

A nodded response.

“And yet you still delivered my special package late you stupid, fucking slut!”

Another nod.

“Well get undressed Bitch, I’ll show you how a real Mistress treats disobedient fools!”

By this stage in her life Mariah was well used to totally obeying the words of a dominant woman and she offered no excuse or argument and began to take off her form fitting chauffeurs outfit, casting the jacket and trousers away, swiftly followed by her white, lacy bra and panties until she stood naked before the menacing Miss Lopez. Beyonce watched events unfold from the back seat. She was anxious to see what Jennifer would do to her, perhaps it would give her an indication of what she would do to Beyonce later.

“Turn around. Bend over the hood of the car. I’m going to give you six shots with the crop, thank me after each one or it will be twelve.”

Jennifer’s every order was completely complied with. The crop whistled through the cold air in the underground car park and as the riding crop connected solidly with Mariah’s soft bum cheeks, she flinched visibly but she managed to press her face to the warm metal of the car and hide her beaming grin from the woman behind her.