A retrieval, of sorts

“Our lessons not over, young lady” Victoria said to Lauren as she stomped passed her.

Lauren stopped and turned only to flip off her mother before disappearing out the living room door.

Victoria sighed, exasperated but not surprised at her daughter’s behavior, before letting out another spell.

A second later and she heard Lauren shriek.

“Hey, what the hell?!?” She then heard.

Victoria folded her arms and looked in the direction of the door. She was first greeted by the sight of black, lacy fabric stretching and pulling itself fervently to the center of the room. Then, she smirked, as she saw her daughter’s bare ass appear, the fabric of her panties pulling away from her rear. Finally, Lauren entered, squirming with embarrassment as she wrestled with the rogue item of underwear. One hand trying to fight the **** pulling her back to her tormentor. The other on the front to ensure against frontal exposure. All the while, not wanting to tear the fabric through ****.

Gradually, as her panties were pulled to front and center of the room, Lauren shimmed along with them, her face red from embarrassment, her hands furiously working to fight against the unseen ****.

When her underwear was satisfied of her position, they stopped their tugging but the **** maintained their hold, keeping Lauren in place despite her struggles.

“As I was saying…” Victoria continued, clearly relishing her daughter’s embarrassment.

Lauren for her part realized she was stuck until her mother allowed her to leave. She glared spitefully at Victoria.

“You can remain for the rest of the lesson in your current state of undress. Or…..”