A noise complaint

“I apologize for interrupting your conversation, ladies,” said the waitress, “but some of the other customers have been complaining that you’re being too loud.”

“Oh, sorry, miss,” said Amber, sincerely. “I don’t think we realized how worked up we were getting. We’ll be sure to be more quiet now.”

“I’m glad to hear that, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to discipline you for your previous conduct,” said the waitress, sympathetically. The girls groaned but knew better than to protest. The waitress gestured for them to follow her to the front of the cafe, and the girls obediently did as they were told.

By this time, they had begun to draw the eyes of the other patrons. The college professors glanced over at the ladies with interest while the policemen shamelessly stared at their soon-to-be exposed assets.

When they arrived at the front counter, the waitress turned to them, “Please remove the bottom portion of your clothes while I get the things I need to administer your punishment.”

Johanna, Quinn, and Amber did as they were told and soon were completely nude from the waist down. They leaned awkwardly against the counter as they waited, their hands covering up their crotches.

After what seemed like eternity but was probably less than two minutes, the waitress returned. In one hand, she was holding a tawse in one hand. In the other hand, she was holding a suspicious bottle that the girls did not recognize.

“Now, let’s begin the punishment,” the waitress said. “I would like one of you to lie down on your back with your butt facing away from the counter.”