"That's good," Patrick said as he straightened up. He walked back to the table where he had laid the cane and picked it up. Tapping it in his hand he walked back to the struggling girl over the bar.

Zoe was helpless. Both her legs were bound to the sides of the apparatus, forcing her lovely young legs wide open. The leash on the collar pulled her head down hard, so that her waist was rammed tightly into the bar, thrusting her shapely ass-cheeks upward, the curves of the white flesh just hidden by the hem of the short dress. She yelled and cursed, her hands pulling at the leash, but she couldn't untie it.

"Oooh, I love this bit," Patrick said cheerfully, his face flushed under his fair hair. Very slowly he slid his hand up the backs of Zoe's legs.

"You shit, cut that out!" she yelled, her hands reaching for his, trying to push them away.

"Now, now," he chided, "you wouldn't want me to tie your arms too, would you? So be a good girl and put them down."

Annabelle didn't understand why this threat was so potent, but Zoe took her hands away and let Patrick do as he liked.

He slid the hem of the dress higher, up over the cheeks of Zoe's ass, revealing the creamy flesh and the black lines of her lacy suspender straps.

"Fuck you, get your filthy hands off me, shitheap!" Zoe yelled, her ass jerking around as his hands worked slowly over it.

"Really, your language," Patrick said. He ran his hands over Zoe's curving ass-cheeks, caressing her skin-tight and semi-transparent white panties. "I think I'll leave these on. It makes it more fun."

"Go fuck a donkey!" Zoe snarled, her assflesh trembling under his hand. Her dark pussymound was clearly visible through the crotch of the briefs and, over her pussy, there was already a damp spot, spreading slowly over the thin material.