Olga makes the girls pay

"I have idea," announced Olga, looking down at Bonnie, who was naked on her knees with a look of deep frustration on her face. "We make deal. I give back panties and let go, if..."

"What?"

"You two do sexy thing while Olga watch."

"We're not doing any... anything for you. This is ridiculous."

"You want to back on saddle? I can put. Except this time you have big, how you say, dildo."

"No! I mean... yes?"

"Yes what?"

"I guess... we'll do as you say?"

"Good girls," smiled Olga, reaching out and tousling Bonnie's hair. "Is your fault. So easy to beat in fight! Silly weak girl like you not last one second in old country. Now, beg like dog."

And so Susie and Bonnie, both stark naked, were **** to get on their knees and beg for attention like little puppy dogs, pretending their hands were paws and going "Woof, woof," while Olga patted their heads and chucked them under the chin. Once she'd had her fill of this she rose to her feet, and beckoned the girls to follow.

"No," she said, as Bonnie tried to stand up. "Puppy does not walk. Puppy crawls."

"This isn't funny! You're a real perv!"

"Puppy does not talk, either," Olga scolded, giving Bonnie an extremely firm slap on the bottom to make her point. "What does puppy say?"

"...woof, woof."

"Good puppy. You come."

And Olga walked out into Sideshow Alley, beckoning the girls to follow. Very ****, but with no alternative, they obeyed her call, crawling on their hands and knees around to the front of the carnival stall, where a bunch of cheerleaders were throwing balls at Anne. They stopped and turned to stare, then poked each other and giggled at the two utterly miserable naked girls.

"What happened to you?" asked Monique, poking Bonnie with the toe of her shoe.

"Woof," muttered Bonnie, staring at the ground, her face burning with shame. "Woof."

"She is bad at fight," announced Olga, sitting on a stool in front of a curious crowd of students, "and so she is puppy dog now. You come up here, puppy dog."

"What's she going to do," Monique asked Susie.

"Woof."

"Oh, you're a puppy too! Adorable!" Susie knelt in begging position. Monique squatted down beside her, threw an arm around her bare shoulders and pulled out a cell phone, aiming to get them both in the picture. "No, look at the camera! Puppy dog selfie time! Smile!"

Bonnie lay over Olga's lap, fuming, gritting her teeth as the cheerleaders and the other students crowded round to get a good look and take pictures. Olga waved a hand, clearing them away. "I not want you get hurt," she said.

"Huh?" said Ben, who was there. "Why would we get..."

SMACK.

"OWWWWWWW! OWW OW OW OW OWWWWW!"

"When Olga spank, she SPANK."

"Yes," said Ben, as the hand came down again. Tears sprang to Bonnie's eyes and she kicked and screamed for all she was worth, but one hand was enough to hold her as Olga's weighty palm smacked against her naked bottom, methodically punishing every last inch of her pale skin until her buttocks and her upper thighs glowed sunset red. Finally, she took hold of Bonnie's hair, lifted her head so everyone could see her tear-streaked face and said "Are you very sorry?"

"...yes, Miss Olga!"

"You are talking! What I say about puppy dog talking?"

"No! Wait! Woof! Woof woof! I mean... no! Stop!"

The hand came down again, and again, until Olga had been properly satisfied. She pushed Bonnie off her lap, and beckoned to Susie, who had been watching the whole thing in quiet horror while Monique pinched and tweaked her nipples. "Now," she said. "Your turn."

"...woof."