“Hands and knees, Bobbie. The entire time. And don’t move until I come and get you afterwards.”
She slowly lowered herself to all fours. Her resentful stare followed him as he disappeared somewhere into the dimly lit auditorium.
“Well, look at you, Miss Princess.”
She groaned inwardly when she realized it was the same woman who had talked to her at the pool a few days before.
“No talking!” a man’s voice boomed behind them.
“Ssssssssss,” the woman hissed quietly, turning her view back to the stage.
Bobbie flinched as some sort of stick or cane tapped repeatedly against her vulva, indicating she was to raise her pelvis higher and maintain the position.
“Ass up, trainee!”
A wave of hatred passed through her as she turned her head to look at the man who now stood directly behind her
