Your punishment continues

You rush to get into the cab. As the car pulls away from your Master's house, you celebrate your small victory. Two spanks and a disapproving look..He must be anxious to get to your destination.

Your Master sits in the front of the car, next to the driver. He tells you to sit in the back, with your head down, hands in your lap. You are not allowed to speak to anyone, nor to look anyone in the eyes when you are told to sit this way. Your Master is having a cordial conversation with the cab driver, casually mentioning that he was worried you were going to be late to your event.

As you continue to stare at your lap, you start to tune out the conversation, and let your mind drift to the coming events. You want to make your Master proud, but you are anxious about the other attendees. Luckily, you seem to have gotten off light on your punishment, so you don't think you will have to worry too much about being passed around as entertainment.

"Slut, did you hear me?!"

You jump in surprise at the irritation in his voice. The panic begins to set in again. Being sloppy was one thing, being inattentive to your Master in front of someone was another.

"I said, pull your dress up. Show off the panties that you thought were a better choice than what I had instructed you to wear."

You blink in confusion. Usually, your Master saves his appetite for a more private setting, or at least in the presence of others in the community. It is at this point, you realize what is happening. Your public humiliation has begun...