Teresa and Sammy

As she entered her room to find Sammy waiting for her Teresa realised that her friend was actually afraid of her, afraid of what she was going to do to punish her, and started to feel a little guilty. Maybe she had over-reacted.

NO! Sammy and Michelle needed to be punished for what they had done, but maybe she could think of a way to punish them that wouldn't actually hurt. All they'd done is get distracted by each other and she had to admit if she'd been in the same situation she might have done the same. They hadn't known how important losing her virginity to her step brother was to her, let alone that she might want it documented. She's never told them she was a virgin, or how she felt about her stepbrother (she'd never admitted the latter to herself before tonight), so there was no way they could have. Maybe she shouldn't punish ...

NO! They needed to be punished but maybe she didn't need to do anything drastic. Maybe she could think of something that would make them "suffer" but in a way that was fun for everyone. So what sort of things would do that? She could insult them and make them feel bad about themselves, but she liked both of them too much to do that (and even if she could think of anything bad about them, which she couldn't, she felt that they would just ignore what she said). She could make them do gross things or do gross things to them... but that would make her feel gross too, and plus it would mess up her bedroom. So what could she...

Then she suddenly had an idea.

"O.k. Sammy" she said "I've decided on your punishment"

"Please don't hurt me, Teresa." Begged Sammy "I'm sorry for not photographing you and your step-brother ..."

"I'm not going to hurt you" said Teresa.

"Really?"

"Yes. But I am going to punish you, now let's begin."

Teresa went over, rummaged in one of her draws, and drew out a pair of belts.

"W-What are you going to do with those?" asked Sammy, beginning to doubt Teresa's promise of not hurting her.

"I ordered these over the internet a while back. They're belts but they also double as restraints."

"Why do you have those?"

"I used to have these bondage fantasies. And having actual restraints... "

"Oh. were they about me?"

"Oh no! I wanted ... I wanted... someone to use them on me."

"Oh. Um ... But ... but you want to use them on me now?"

Teresa smiled evilly "Yes, because I don't want you escaping."

"But you promise you won't hurt me."

"I promise. You trust me don't you?"

*gulp* "Yes."

"Good. Now put your feet through the bars at the foot of my bed." Teresa ordered and Sammy complied. Teresa took the 'belts' and used them to tied Sammy's ankles together trapping her feet. "Now put your arms up and you wrists through the headboard. Don't worry, it's not uncomfortable for me and your arms and legs are longer than mine.

Sammy did as ordered and soon she was stretched naked along the length of Teresa's bed. She had to admit she didn't mind being at Teresa's mercy as much as she'd feared, especially given Teresa's assurance that she wouldn't be hurt.

Then Teresa pulled out a sleep mask/blindfold from her bedside table and placed it over Sammy's eyes. Sammy felt no actual fear anymore but, now that she couldn't see what her friend was doing, the wait to see what her punishment would be (assuming it wasn't just lying her naked and blind) became more and more difficult to bear.