A conditioned response

Susie and Bonnie's faces both glowed with heat. Their blushes were a conditioned response to Miss Trickett's smug grin, her cruel, mocking laughter and the warm, fragrant, cinnamon-orange scent of her perfume, which had so often preceded some exquisitely uncomfortable punishment at her hands. Both girls now harboured countless memories of being variously tied up, spanked, stripped, teased, tormented, fucked silly and exposed to the public in unutterably compromising predicaments, all at her elegant, capable hands.

Just looking at Miss Trickett made both Susie and Bonnie feel like they were standing stark naked on a stage in front of thousands of people, protected only by a thin velvet curtain, which was about to fall away and reveal them to the world in all their bare-bottomed glory. Also, much to their chagrin, it made both girls feel incredibly turned on.

"But that didn't happen," protested Susie, weakly, countless mortifying images still fresh in her mind. "I mean, not really. Did it?"

"It can't be," said Bonnie, shaking her head. "I'm too tough. And Susie's too smart. We never would have given in to you that easily."

"But you did," said Trickett, regarding both girls with cool contempt, still fondling her orb. "It's a matter of historical record. And you know what's even worse? You girls came here tonight to meet me in nothing but..."