One Week Later

The rain made a constant drumming noise on the roof of the car as Tanya pulled into the driveway. The bland music on the radio was doing nothing to improve her sour mood, nor had the long queues she'd had to endure while food shopping.

Hitting the brakes with a little more **** than was necessary, Tanya brought the car to a screeching halt and dramatically flung the door open. Naturally, the weather chose that exact moment for the wind to pick up, and the rain turned horizontal for a moment, treating Tanya to a face full of water.

"Great." Tanya muttered, and roughly grabbed at the bags on the passenger-side seat.

Covering the short distance to the front door, Tanya fumbled with the key, and spent a few agonising moments in the full impact of the storm as the door stubbornly refused to open. This had not been her week, Tanya reflected bitterly.

She tried hammering on the door, hoping that Matt was home, but either he was buried in a computer game or out and about somewhere else. Either way, the door remained resolutely closed, and a now-saturated Tanya resumed her attempts with the front door key.

Finally, after an interminable amount of messing around, she managed to complete the simple task of turning the lock. Dashing inside, and slamming the door closed behind her, Tanya let out a huge sigh of relief.

The past week had been one to forget for Tanya. Not that she could forget it of course. Not that she'd be allowed to forget it, she thought, darkly.

She slouched into the kitchen, her naturally tall height seemingly masked by the weight of the weather and the way that she'd chosen to "celebrate" her boyfriend's recent birthday.

As she tossed her coat in the corner, Tanya began to sort the food out with no obvious signs of enthusiasm, occasionally muttering to herself about an item she'd forgotten, or an item she'd now bought two of by mistake.

It was as she was putting the tomatoes away that she heard the phone ring. It was probably Matt, of course, asking for her to pick him up from who-knows-where.

Tanya wandered over to the phone, and took a second to wipe her long red hair, now wet from the storm outside, away from her face. Picking up, she simply answered with "hello?"

"Tanya?" a woman's voice on the other end asked, in an abrupt and distinctly unfriendly fashion.

"Umm, yeah?" Tanya replied, not placing the voice and having no idea who with person was or why they'd be wanting to call. If they were trying to sell something, then their voice could do with working on it's first impressions.

"We've met." the voice paused, and Tanya couldn't help but wonder where all this was going. Eventually, the voice continued, "We met at the comic book store."

There was a flinty unfriendliness to the voice, and the mention of the comic book store was an immediate trigger that brought a whole unwelcome bunch of memories flooding back for Tanya. It only took her a few seconds for Tanya to now identify the voice at the other end of the phone. The woman in the store who'd spanked her naked ass. The woman in the store who had looked at Tanya with barely concealed contempt, as Tanya had been made to parade her womanly assets for the benefit of the men.

"What... what do you want?" Tanya asked, hesitantly.

The voice at the other end fell silent for a few moments, before it returned.

"I have the video of your little performance in the comic book store," the woman said, "and unless you want it posted online, then you'll do exactly what I say."

A feeling much like ice running through her veins suddenly swept over Tanya. The storm outside was forgotten, and replaced by a tornado of fear and apprehension.

"Th... the video was destroyed, wasn't it?!" Tanya asked, already knowing the answer.

"No," the voice replied, with an almost audible sneer, "no, there's a video of you alright, and I doubt you'll be wanting it to be sent to your friends and family."

"Wh... wh... what do you want me to do?" Tanya asked, in a horrified whisper, "pay you money?"

The voice laughed. "I don't want your money. I want, well, I want your companionship, to start with."

"Huh?" Tanya said, confused by the mysterious implications of the woman's request.

"We're both going on a little trip today. Be ready to be picked up outside your house in an hour. Tell your boyfriend you'll be gone for a day or two. Don't bother packing... I've got that covered for the both of us. Oh... and tell Matt anything about this conversation, and consider the video posted to the four corners of the world wide web."

"Where... who... why..." Tanya started to ask, but the woman at the other end didn't wait for the conversation to start making sense to Tanya, and the click of the phone signalled that she'd immediately hung up. Robbed of any ability to try to make any semblance of sense out of this bizarre and unsolicited call, Tanya let the phone fall out of her hand, and she collapsed back into a nearby chair with a look of shock on her face.

Did she just ignore this? Put it down to a nasty prank? Call her bluff and assume that there was simply no way that she could have a video of her recent ordeal?

But what if? What if she did have the video? What if she did have the malice in her to upload it to the Internet? What if her friends, her family, and everyone she knew saw her in... Oh God... in those panties! And then being spanked by those guys!

No, no, no, no, no!

Tanya squeezed her eyes shut. With a sinking sense of certainty, Tanya knew that she'd have to be ready to be picked up in an hour, and see exactly where this woman was planning on taking things.