"Tell me how much you want me to touch your pussy," Jacqueline crooned, moving her soft, sensual mouth closer to Melinda's face.

"Let me go!" Melinda screamed, twisting on the ropes, body tense with disgust. But Jacqueline's fingers still slid over her pussy, caressing her cunt through her tight black panties.

"Tell me," Jacqueline whispered in Melinda's ear, her lips brushing against Melinda's cheek, gently kissing her.

"Let me go!"

Jacqueline smiled and her fingers came off Melinda's pussy. Melinda sighed with relief. Jacqueline started sliding the tight leather dress farther up her thighs, revealing not only her stocking tops, but also her creamy white thighs and the lacy straps of her garter belt.

"No! What are you doing! Stop!" Melinda shrieked. "Let me go; stop!"

It came out of nowhere. There was a slight swishing sound and something lashed into Melinda's ass like a red-hot iron. She jerked in disbelief, then screamed at the top of her lungs as a painful agony surged out of her ass.

"Stop, what are you – aaaghhh!" Melinda jerked.

Hugh stood there with a thin cane in his hand.

He grinned, then raised the cane, holding it over her ass.

"No, what are you – aaaggghhh!" Melinda screamed as Hugh lashed her asscheeks.

Her ass jerked, her legs strained at the bonds. Jacqueline smiled, still holding Melinda's tight leather skirt up over her ass. "You have to learn, honey. Hugh punishes me like this when I've been bad, so you gotta learn to be good."

"No!" Melinda screamed, jerking on the ropes in rising horror.