Make her count

The two of you lead Adela to Roxy's bedroom. There, you remove Adela's dress whilst Roxy gathers up her various toys. You then reach for her new collar and put it around her neck. Whilst you wait for Roxy, you rub the clamps against her nipples, teasing them. Next, you put a clamp next to her ear and click it open and closed, before leaning into her other ear.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Yes Sir."

"What about Roxy?"

"I'll be good for her too, Sir."

Roxy then spins around, cradling an arsenal of impact toys. "You better be."

"Now, get on all fours." You say.

"Yes Sir."

Adela moves onto the mattress in the position you had suggested. You then look to Roxy, who puts her weapons down next to Adela's feet. Remaining silent, you go over the tools of your new trade. You decide to go with the flogger, and then get behind Adela and begin to rub the flogger against her ample ass.

"You ready?" You say.

"Yes Sir."

You then swing, sending the flogger crashing into her right cheek. As she winces, you say "How long did you know about the photoshoot?"

"A week."

"So that's seven days?"

"Yeah."

"Seven hits for seven days. Sound fair Roxy?"

Roxy gives you a wicked grin. "Sounds generous."

You begin to graze the fronds against her rear, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. After what feels like a minute, you swing for Adela's left cheek. Again she winces.

"You're gonna have to count for me." You state.

"One." Adela repeats.

Then you swing two more times.

"Three." She groans.

Once again, you begin using the fronds to tease her some more. As you do so, Roxy says "Mhmm... That ass will be getting nice and red now."

"Sure is."

You put the flogger down, causing Adela to tense up, thinking you're about to swing. Instead, you grab the clamps dangling off her collar, and put them on her erect nipples. This makes her whimper as you grab the flogger once more. Suddenly, you swing for her ass once more.

"AH!" She cries.

"How many is that?" Roxy asks.

You then swing once more, and again she cries out in pain.

"Four!" She replies.

Rather than correct her mistake, you swing again and await her answer.

"Ahh... Six." She gasps.

"I thought it was five?"

Adela tries to come up with an answer, right before you deliver the final two blows.

"What was that?"

"Seven... Definitely seven..."

"What do you say?"

"Thank you Sir."