One day I had just finished sucking Mistress Misty's pussy, when Jan came to the cell and had a confab with her. They both laughed out loud. Misty got the leash and hooked it to my thick collar, then smacked my panty-clad bottom with a crop. "Come on slave!"

The two led me through the corridor that leads to the hotel on my hands and knees. Jan was now holding the menacing implement and smacked my bottom if I slowed up. They led me to a familiar spot in the lobby. Jan told Misty that I used to be required to kneel here everyday. Since Misty had always lived at home before she hadn't seen that. So she agreed wholeheartedly that I should resume that.

Each lady bent me over and took turns reddening my butt-cheeks with the crop. Then they made me kneel up straight, and made me hold the shaft of the crop in my teeth. Mistress Misty warned me that if I dropped the whip, they'd whip my balls. Then Jan made a sign which she hung around my neck: Anybody may whip this slave.