... or does she?

Lauren could see nothing with the mask's eyeholes closed. She felt Bob taking her downstairs, with the Mistress' high heels clicking in front of them. They went through a door, and after a short walk they stopped. Dim music was coming from the other room.

"Listen, this is a misunderstanding. A mistake." Lauren tried to reason with her.

"The misunderstanding was you thinking you could weasel out of tonight." said the Mistress. "And calling me a bitch was the mistake."

Lauren gulped. She didn't recongise the Mistress, but she knew that if any sub had called her a bitch, she would have punished them extremely harshly. She felt leather cuffs being attached to her ankles.

"Sorry?" she whimpered.

"Oh, not yet. But you will be."

Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and her ankles were held firmly together, which made running away impossible. With no reason to hold her further, Bob put Lauren down. She just stood there, trying to pull free of the cuffs. Like she was some kind of superheroine. No luck.

"Is there anything else I can help with, mylady?" asked Bob.

"Down here that's Mistress. And I think that's enough for now, Bob. I'll make sure to reward you somehow. But the night is still young." She gripped the front of Lauren's collar and pulled her closer. She was **** to hop a few feet to prevent falling. "For now, I have a **** to punish." Lauren couldn't see, but was sure the Mistress sneered at her.

Lauren heard Bob leave the room. She wondered where they were. And what would happen to her. Regardless, now with Bob gone, she was determined to talk her way out of whatever the Mistress had in mind.

"Now, what should I do with an impudent and disrespectful sub?" asked the Mistress.

"Enough is enough! Listen to me, and listen carefully." said Lauren, finally finding her courage. It was pretty difficult being topless with a mask that covered her eyes. "The fact that I do not even know you, means you are insignificant. And you have no idea who you are messing with."

The Mistress was taken aback by the apparent sub's outspokenness. Her words did hold some truth. She really was not among the more well-known Mistresses, but 'insignificant' might have been a bit too much. But the fact that a sub dared talk to her that way peaked her curiosity.

"Then enlighten me, missy." she said, still confident in her position. "Just who am I messing with?"

Finally, thought Lauren. She was willing to listen to her. This was her chance. Though however insignificant one might have been, she wouldn't dare reveal her true self. "I am a friend of Mistress Lauren." she stated boldly.

The Mistress' smile vanished at the mention of the name. Lauren noticed her silence, and for the first time in the night, her own smile grew. She had her right where she wanted.

"Yes. That Mistress Lauren." she repeated. "I am sure you are familiar with her. I am a close friend of hers. This is just a misunderstanding. A prank. I do not belong here."

"You're bluffing. Everyone knows Mistress Lauren."

"Ask me anything about her, and I will answer." she said sassily. After all, she knew everything about herself.

"What does she call her favourite whips? The spikey ones."

Easy, sneered Lauren. "She calls it Fenrir." Because of its bite, she smiled triumphatnly under the gimp mask.

Damn, thought the Mistress. Mistress Lauren was a vicious bitch. Earning her ire was not a decision to be taken lightly. She would have to reconsider her approach. "OK, you know the Mistress. What does it have to do with the two of us?"

"Release me and give me something to wear, and I'll put in a few good words for you, Mistress...?"

"Gina. Mistress Gina."

Mistress Gina? Pffft. Never heard of it. "So, Mistress Gina. Do we have a deal?" asked Lauren, getting more and more cocky ever since finding her footage.

Mistress Gina carefully considered what she had heard. Getting on the good side of a very popular Mistress would definitely prove beneficial in the long run. No doubt about that. But could she really trust this flattie queen to keep her word? Well, if anything, she should not put herself at a disadvantage. "I'll release you, clothe you, and you kiss up to Mistress Lauren about how wonderful I am. Deal?"

Lauren was about to promise Gina anything to escape her predicament. She would ruin her and make sure nobody would remember her name later either way. "Deal."

"After I have punished you, of course." Mistress Gina added.

"What?"

"You do deserve a punishment."

"No way! I'm not into this... this stuff." Well, she certainly wasn't into that part of that 'stuff'.

"A deal's a deal. And you did call me a 'bitch' earlier, remember?" she said while leading the hopping Lauren by her collar to a nearby chair.

"Stop it!" she screamed. You bitch! she wanted to add, but thought better of it. Mistress Gina pulled her over her lap. "You can't whip me! I do not consent." she tried fighting her off, but with her wrists and ankles bound, she accomplished little.

"Aww, is the flattie queen afraid? Don't worry. I almost said 'keep your pants on' but that wouldn't have worked, he-he." she giggled as she undid the buttons on Lauren's tiny shorts and pulled them down to her knees. " I'm not gonna whip you. But bad little girls need to be punished." she whispered into her ears.

Lauren's eyes shot wide open. She could not be on the receiving end of punishments. The mere idea of it made her skin crawl. She was a Mistress after all. The one who should be punishing others. "Get away from me!" she screamed. And she tried again, but due to the ballgag placed in her mouth by Mistress Gina, it all came out as incoherent drooling.

"I do love myself a good deal." she said as she looked at Lauren's pale little buttcheeks. "Even if it means someone will have a hard time sitting down for a few days." She leaned in closer to Lauren. "Be glad I'm not using my 'Fenrir'." she cackled. And with that, her hand came down on Lauren's scrawny backside. And again. And again.

And again.

Within minutes, Lauren was actually glad for the ballgag, as she could not imagine her screams would have made the spanking any better. Oh, and she did try to scream. From beginning to the end. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that a bare spanking could be so painful. She had often watched in delight as her parents spanked her sister, but they dared not touch Lauren. She had always been the little angel, even if sometimes she did rat her sister out to witness her punishment. That was the birth of her dominant tendencies. And now she was on the receiving end. At least her cries did not attract any unwanted attention. By the time Mistress Gina was finished and finally pushed Lauren off of her lap, she was a drooling and panting mess. For once, she was glad her hands were secured behind her back, as she could rub her tender cheeks, desperately trying to sooth the burning pain.

"There." said Mistress Gina, and Lauren could feel the piece holding her ankle straps together being removed. Then she felt her put something in her hand. It was a key. For the cuffs. "You can find many coats over there. Released and clothed. Don't forget our deal. Now I gotta go before I miss act 3. I believe, despite what little you have, you are big enough to find your way out without a chaperone, yes?"

Lauren wanted to retort, but she heard the Mistess leaving her without waiting for an answer. Cocky bitch, this Gina. She's going to feel my wrath soon, she thought. Very soon. At least she did release her. She slowly managed to kneel up, still trying to recover from the godawful spanking she had just received. She was fumbling with the key behind her back when she heard someone enter the room.

"Ah, there you are." said a woman's soft voice. "Here, let me help you."

Thanks, thought Lauren when she felt the woman help her onto her feet and pull up her shorts. If only she knew the woman was not there just to 'help' her stand up, she would have reacted differently.