Mistress Carla - The slaves of Carla

"Got room for one more item?" Carla asked as she rummaged in the bottom drawer.

"Yeah, I guess so," Wendy replied.

"Well, here you go then," the domineering blonde said as she straightened and turned. In her hands was a riding crop, obviously brand new. Wendy shivered a the thought of having either Patty or Jimmy whipping her ass with the wicked looking little whip.

"I don't know how to thank you enough," Wendy whispered.

"Don't worry about it," Carla replied. She walked over to where the younger girl was stuffing the short whip in her back pack and reached around her from behind, unbuttoning one of the pockets on her shirt and stuffing something inside. "Just give your address and phone," she suggested, "and expect a call some weekend."

Wendy turned and threw her arms about the slender blonde.

Abruptly, Wendy stepped away from the older girl. "I… I have to go," she whimpered. "I'll never get out of here if I don't get going."

Wendy lifted the pack by the straps and followed Carla out the door as the blonde commented: "Come on, we're on our way."

But, rather than proceed directly downstairs, Carla stopped at the first room behind the imposingly carved doors to the closed wing. "Want to say goodbye to the others?" she asked.

"Sure," Wendy agreed. Then Carla threw open the door and the teenager saw the two men and the two enslaved women on their elbows and knees, their naked asses high in the air. Stepping inside, Carla took up a long handled paddle and offered it to the bemused girl.

"What… what's this for?" Wendy mumbled as she looked at the thick piece of wood with holes bored through it.

"Go ahead," Carla urged. "Pop them all a good one to remember you by."

Wendy then had the opportunity to land stinging goodbye blows to each of the invitasses. The four regretted her leaving, thanked her and chorused their farewells.

"We better get rolling if you're going to make your class." Carla said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Wendy agreed, although with reluctance.

The blonde and the redhead went out to the Alfa Romeo where Carla blindfolded Wendy again. An hour later the blindfold came off. Wendy recognized her school's parking lot.

"Goodbye, my little slave," Carla said as she clamped her hand onto Wendy's unsuspecting crotch and squeezed forcefully.

"You're mean," Wendy accused, pretending to pout.

"Of course," Carla answered.

"You know that's why I want to see you again," Wendy said.

"Yes," Carla answered. "And, you will."

You can bet on that, Wendy agreed as she shifted a little to give the domineering woman a more complete access to her snatch. Yes, indeed, you can bet you'll see me again! But not until I'm ready to learn some new games to play with Patty and Jimmy.