Eric takes Cathy's measure

Eric walked up to Cathy, their protruding breasts rubbing slightly as she re-adjusted Cathy's blindfold, another sly wink was the last thing Cathy could see as Eric asked a question.

"Do you like pain, ****?"

Cathy's breath hitched in a half-gasp, half-hiccough. "Not... particularly, mistress." she squeaked out.

"That's a shame, my little toy. I'd like to see you take some pain. Nothing severe, and that quaint little whip can stay on the table.... for now. Just a little spanking." Eric said.

The others had looks of shock, except for Sam, who had a lopsided grin.

Eric, meanwhile, had slipped a finger along Cathy's slit through her panties.

"You're drenched, pet," Eric said, "on some level anyway, you must be loving this."

Cathy swallowed, loudly. "Yes, mistress."

Eric peeled the panties down Cathy's legs, balling the white cotton up as soon as she'd finished removing them, careful to get Cathy's damp spot on the outside. "Open your mouth ****."

Cathy opened wide, almost immediately realizing what was going in her mouth. The flavor she recognized from her teenage self-explorations, and this brought an immediate blush to her cheeks.