Chapter Sixteen
Ian was sent ahead to retrieve their room key from the front desk. He walked bent double trying in vain to cover himself up.
After a very awkward exchange with the young girl on reception, he caught up with the group in the corridor. Andrea and Laura were strolling along arm in arm chatting away, not a care in the world, with nothing but a leather collar and pair of soiled, split-crotch panties between them for clothing.
“Do you know?” Laura said casually to Andrea, “I haven’t had my arse smacked in public since the summer I spent at my grandfather’s cabin by the lake.”
Andrea looked sideways at her friend.
“His neighbour, Old Mr. Williams liked to do everything al fresco! I used to row our little boat out by the club house with him. He’d tie my swimsuit to the anchor
