Demonstrate her Power over Sophie

"What. The. Fuck?!" panted Sophie, having just been woken up with the greatest fright of her life.

Sophie's reaction caused Rebecca to laugh even more. She pointed the air horn at Sophie and gave another hoot. Sophie was not amused and let her facial expressions show it. Her scowl would usually have been enough to intimidate anyone but instead it just made Rebecca laugh harder. "Guess the court didn't tell you they gave me keys to your place!" Rebecca panted. She was also having trouble breathing but for very different reasons.

Sophie could feel the red mist descend. As her body and mind started to awake so did her temper. "What. The. Fuck." This time it wasn't a question, it was a demand.

Rebecca could tell the sudden change in mood. Looking at Sophie, Rebecca could see fire in her eyes. While Rebecca knew she would win the war she didn't want to get a black eye in the process because Sophie won a battle. Rebecca brought herself under control. "Didn't the court tell you that I was in control of your punishment?"

"They did," said Sophie through gritted teeth.

"Did they tell you what that control was?"

"That you would control my spending."

Rebecca was momentarily stunned. That was not what she had been told. In fact Rebecca had made sure the court tell her everything twice and she had read every official document three time. "Is that all?" Uncertainty crept into her voice.

If Sophie hadn't just been woken at six in the morning with an air horn her response might of been different. As it was Sophie told the truth. "They said you would control all my spending except for the very basics. I just signed the thingy to get..." Sophie stopped talking. Her mouth was agape. Her eyes were wide open. Her mind was going through the gears quicker then it ever had.

Rebecca burst out laughing again. "Hahaha! It's soooooo much more then that! I control your life. How you spend your money, how you dress, where you go. My job is to teach you a lesson." Rebecca dropped the tone over her voice and looked Sophie in the eye for maximum effect. "BITCH!"

Sophie was shocked. "No," she whispered.

"Yes! And if you don't do what I say, if you don't obey me then you're in trouble." Rebecca almost sang the word 'trouble'. "If you don't jump when I say jump I can add an extra day on to your sentence. If you still refuse, well, let's just say, you won't like the consequences."

A shudder went through Sophie's body. She knew what those consequences were: prison. If you ended up in prison it ended up on your record. Sophie knew if she ended up in prison she may as well kiss her career goodbye. If a background check was ever done by an elite clique that she wished to join someday in the future, Sophie knew she would be kicked out even before she was let in. Her credit rating would plummet. Hell, she might even be kicked out of her own studio. As it stood nothing would be on her permanent record if she followed Rebecca's orders. It would be embarrassing sure, even humiliating, but once it was over it was over. No future employer or club or lover would ever need to know about it. Sophie realised that if she refused to obey her life was over.

Rebecca watched all this play out over Sophie's face. It was clear Sophie hadn't actually read the finer points on what Rebecca could and could not do to her. Rebecca made a mental note to find all court documents and hide them so Sophie would remain in the dark. That was for the later, Rebecca wanted something for the now. She pointed the air horn at Sophie and gave a short blast to get Sophie's attention. "Stand up," Rebecca said authoritatively. Rebecca watched Sophie intensely. Rebecca could see the conflict within Sophie's eyes. The one person in the world Sophie didn't want to submit to she now had to submit to. Slowly Sophie stood. "Nice PJs," Rebecca said when Sophie had fully arisen. "Silk?" Sophie nodded. Rebecca decided to push her luck. "That's 'Yes Ma'am'." There was nothing written to say that Sophie had to address her so but Rebecca gambled on Sophie not knowing that.

"Yes Ma'am," mumbled Sophie.

"One. You shall speak loud and clear. Two. You shall speak in full sentences. Is that clear?" Rebecca's voice was fierce but measured.

"Yes Ma'am," said Sophie louder. Rebecca gave her a look. "Yes Ma'am that is clear."

"Are those silk PJs?"

"Yes Ma'am they are silk pyjamas."

"Nice to see you are slowly learning. I mean slowly for most people but for a brain-dead bitch like yourself this must seam like a crash course." Rebecca was beginning to enjoy her power. "Does it seam like a crash course?"

"Yes Ma'am, it seams like a crash course." Sophie could feel her blood beginning to boil yet she knew she had to keep control.

"Why?"

"Because I'm a brain-dead bitch, Ma'am." Rebecca could have orgasmed at that moment. The sheer elation that she felt hearing that last sentence was indescribable. Sophie felt the opposite. She had never felt so low or humiliated in her life. The red on her cheeks had turned from anger to embarrassment.

"While the PJs look good on you, I think that they would look better on the floor." Sophie mouth dropped open after hear this. Rebecca couldn't possibly what her to strip, could she? "Don't you agree?"

She could.

"Yes Ma'am," said Sophie defeated. Rebecca shot her a look. "My pyjamas would look better on the floor," said quickly finishing her sentence. Sophie started to unbutton her top. While she was extremely proud of her body Sophie didn't want to show it off to her bitter rival. Even with no make-up on her face was still beautiful, her bright blue eyes and radiant smile could capture any room. Sophie had other features that would capture a room but they were usually covered with clothing. Her legs were long and toned, her butt firm if a little on the small side (although Sophie like to think of it as cute), and her breasts were perky c-cups. Having gym membership to one of the more exclusive gyms in town meant there was very little fat on her body. If Sophie had to describe her own body, after saying beautiful or gorgeous or drop dead, the most accurate description she gave was well defined. Sophie always controlled who saw what.

Until now.

As Sophie stripped in front of her, Rebecca couldn't help but become a bit jealous at the younger woman's physique. The only consolation was that Rebecca knew she could use and **** that body to the full extent of the law. Rebecca sounded the air horn again. "Hurry up," admonished Rebecca. Well the fully extent and maybe slightly more, thought Rebecca.

When Sophie was totally naked Rebecca ordered her to turn on the main bedroom lights. Sophie complied. Rebecca could now see every inch of Sophie's naked form. Well nearly every inch. "Hands behind your head, legs apart," ordered Rebecca. "You must been familiar with this position by now, prison bitch." Rebecca took delight in the pain she inflicted in Sophie's eyes. Rebecca could tell that Sophie wanted to respond. It was like they were opposites. As Sophie assumed the position Rebecca felt her power grow while Sophie felt hers diminish.

"Whoop! Whoop!" Rebecca shouted as she approached Sophie. Each whoop was accompanied with the soothing sound of an air horn. She watched the rise and fall of Sophie's chest as she neared, noting that Sophie was breathing quicker the nearer she got. Rebecca smiled. She could almost read Sophie's thoughts. Sophie was waiting for Rebecca to strike her somehow.

Sophie didn't know whether Rebecca was going to give her a slap to the face or a punch to the guts or a knee to the crotch. The only thing Sophie knew was she was about to receive some pain. The reason Sophie was so certain was that, had the roles been reverse, she would now be inflicting a lot of pain on Rebecca. Sophie watched nervously was Rebecca approached. The nerves increased as Rebecca brought the air horn to her face. Sophie felt like she was going to hyperventilate when Rebecca placed the air horn to her ear. Sophie squeezed her interlocked fingers together in anticipation of what was about to come. Sophie's rational mind tries to convince her that Rebecca couldn't possibly be that cruel. At the same time another part of her mind wondered if she would go deaf.

Rebecca savoured the look of **** panic in her rival's eyes. The temptation to sound the horn was immense but Rebecca knew the threat could be stronger than the execution. Plus Rebecca knew she couldn't do any permanent damage, although she correctly suspected Sophie didn't know that. "Would you like me to sound the horn?" Rebecca's voice was almost a whisper with all the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

"No Ma'am, please don't sound the horn." Sophie's voice was also a whisper but for very different reasons.

"Okay. You are going to tell me what a stupid thief you are and how grateful you are that I'm punishing you. You will start when I sound the horn and you will finish by saying 'how do you wish to punish me Ma'am.' If you don't **** yourself enough then you will do it again after I blast the horn in your ears. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am, I understand."

"Good," said Rebecca turning her back and walking to the bed. "And don't forget to smile!"

Sophie wanted nothing more then to jump on Rebecca when her back was turned and give her the beating of her life. Instead Sophie stood stock still and watched as Rebecca sat on her bed. Sophie tried to get herself under control, not wanting to receive a punishment for not performing. Rebecca sat on the bed facing her. She had dropped the air horn from her grasp onto the bed and replaced it with her mobile. When Rebecca was happy with the view on her screen she gave the horn a blast, signalling Sophie to start.

Sophie smile. "My name is Sophie Black and I am a thief. A brain-dead bitch of a thief. Most thieves don't get caught however since I'm such a stupid dumb cunt I was easily caught. The judge practically laughed at how stupid and pathetic I was when he sentenced me. When he asked what I was thinking I told him I wasn't thinking, that, because I'm a brainless whore, I let others think for me. I told him that every time I stole was on a day nobody had told me what to do. The judge then asked the kind Rebecca Smith to look after me as she is my better in every way. I am so glad Rebecca is here to guide me every step of the way. To show me the error of my ways. To punish me and discipline me when needed. I need a punishment from my superior. How do you wish to punish me Ma'am?" Every word Sophie spoke burned to her core. She had left university with a first class degree so referring to herself as a 'brainless whore' was sacrilege. Yet Sophie knew she had to make herself seem as stupid and incompetent as possible while putting Rebecca on a pedestal. Sophie hoped that the emotional suffering was better than the physical suffering she could yet receive.

Rebecca put her phone down. "Do you think that was good enough?" Rebecca asked.

Before Sophie could answer there was a knock at the door.