Rhoda took her time, strolling around the helpless Erica twice before she came to a stop right behind her.

"Great," she said. "I thought you were kidding, Shaun. When you told me how good these two were. Just young lust, I thought. But no, these two are real class – real class."

She ran her hand back up over Erica's thighs and pale stockings until her fingers went over the tops and played with the lacy suspender straps.

"Nice," she said.

"Please take your hands off!" Erica moaned, feeling even worse that a woman was doing this to her. Her feet flapped as she tried to get a grip on the floor, her legs trembling in the tight bonds.

Rhoda pushed higher, her hand reaching the soft swell of Erica's ass. As she pushed, she eased Erica's dress up as well, until the hem came higher than the bound girl's stocking tops.

"Very important, to get clothes out of the way," Rhoda said. "Even this little dress would stop most of the power of the cane."

Casually, she flicked, and Erica's light dress went up over her ass and fell down her back, taking her lacy pink and white slip with it.

"No!" Erica groaned, and struggled on the chair back. Her ass was protected now by nothing more than her thin white panties. Her frilly suspender straps shivered on her white ass as Rhoda's fingers played with her, stroking her terrified body.

"Now, that's the way you want an ass to be presented," Rhoda said as she ran her hands over the trembling flesh. "Now you'll see how to train girls properly."

She ran the cane over Erica's tight, swelling asscheeks and the young girl almost fainted with terror.

"No, stop!" she cried. "Please, don't, don't!"

She twisted her neck in rising desperation, trying to see what Rhoda was doing.