Skimpy underwear

Tanya looked mutely at the items in her hands, and slowly recognised a black thong and skimpy bra. Hardly modest attire, but considering her current state of dress, these items seemed like a most unexpected of God-sends.

Looking back at Rachel for one brief reassurance that she wouldn't be punished for putting these on, Tanya took the woman's roll of the eyes as confirmation that she should act quickly. Tanya slipped into the tight thong, uncomfortably pulling it up her curvy backside, and then jiggled the tiny black bra around to give herself the best change of covering her nipples. The bra could hardly be said to "cover her breasts", and had an unfortunate tendency to move around at the slightly provocation, seemingly threatening the revealing of her areoles at a moment's notice.

Still, Tanya was no longer technically naked, and for a few brief seconds of respite, Tanya enjoyed her new found status as sort-of-clothed.

Then Rachel brought out the next round of items for her to wear, and confusion reigned once more. With a theatrical flourish, Rachel showed Tanya a roll of tape and a pair of scissors. Resting the bag back on the table, with an audible clunk that suggested there were still yet more treats to reveal, Rachel pointed at the table top.

"Get on it, on all fours, now!"

Tanya's mouth dropped open, unsure as to what this could possible be leading too. For a few moments, she stood stock still.

In reaction, Rachel took one more step closer and spanked her hard on her thong-covered ass.

"I said, GET ON THAT TABLE, ON ALL FOURS!"

The scream reverted around the room, and a fearful Tanya wondered if anyone had heard outside. Anyone who - at overhearing such a strange order - might come and investigate.

Not wanting to tempt further reprimanding, or a larger audience, Tanya stumbled over to the table and clumsily climbed on to it. She rested on all fours - her forearms and shins feeling the harsh cold metal of the table surface.

Rachel walked slowly around the table, checking out Tanya's degrading pose from all angles, giggling to herself, and muttering under her breath.

As Tanya lowered her head, trying to prepare herself for what might possibly come next, she heard Rachel pull a length of tape from her roll, and rip it off with a quick snip of the scissors.