Next morning

“You have been granted sufficient rest. Get up—now.”

Anne groaned, rubbing her eyes. Her bladder ached. “It’s Saturday, go away.”

“I will not tell you again, Anne. Get. Up.”

Anne pulled the covers over her head and rolled onto her side, both trying to relieve the pressure off her bladder and turning her back to Ms. Cane. “No.”

“Pardon me?”

“I said no, hag.”

“Just because I granted you leniency last evening does not mean the same for this morning. Now, get up or you will spend a part of your day standing in a corner.”

Corner? There was no way in hell Anne would stand in a corner. “Make me, Bitch.”

Anne’s blood ran cold as the blankets were pulled off of her. She froze as an arm went behind her back and underneath her legs. A squeak came out of her mouth as she was lifted, her sore bladder was jostled as Ms. Cane walked her over to the corner farthest from her bed. Her feet met the floor and she felt a hand on her back, pushing her even farther towards the corner. “Hands behind your back. Do not move until I say so.”

Anne glanced over her shoulder as the tall woman left the room, leaving the door open. She moved one of her hands from behind her back to press against her clit. Why didn’t she go pee last night?

“You have the nerve to touch yourself when I plainly told you to keep your hands behind your back?”

The petite woman’s heart jumped in her throat. The soft click of heels loudened as they neared her. She looked up into the taller woman’s harsh face. Her hand was jerked away from herself and she nearly lost control. She gasped as her wrists were tied together behind her back. “Since you clearly have no self control, I shall assist you.”

Tears welled up in Anne’s eyes as her bladder throbbed with pain. She was going to piss herself in front of this horrible woman if she didn’t get to a toilet quickly. A terrified squeak left her lips as a few dribbles of liquid met the fabric of her panties. She crossed her legs, but couldn’t do anything to stop the dam that had broke. She stared down in horror as wetness seeped into the front of her nightgown. She felt the liquid dripping down her legs and landing in a puddle at her feet. Something hot rolled down her cheek as she watched.

Behind her was complete silence, until she was spun around to face Ms. Cane. Anne trembled at the woman, she looked truly angry. “Save your theatrics for an audience who cares.”

The small woman gulped as she was dragged over to the bed by the wrist. She whimpered as she was pulled down over the woman’s black leather skirt. Her nightgown was pulled up and her wet panties down, and then smacks rained down upon her pale ass. “If your conduct is to resemble a clown’s, then the red shall be your appropriate accessory.”

Anne was bawling by the time the smacks ended, she barely noticed when her panties and nightgown were removed. As her hot butt made contact with the fabric she gave a cry of pain, nevertheless, she was laid back. She watched through blurry eyes as something cool wiped at her pussy, then her ass, and then down the insides of her legs. She sniffled as a strange crinkling sound echoed throughout the room.

Suddenly, her legs were lifted into the air, but were almost immediately sat back down. But something was different, it wasn’t as hard on her sore bottom. Her legs were lifted again and she felt something a little cold sprinkle over her bottom. Freezing hands rubbed it into her skin before her legs were set back down. She felt that same feeling around her crotch a moment later, followed by a fluffy feeling enveloping her. She drifted back to sleep, ass stinging.