Some Anna attitude adjustment

Paris waited a full 15 minutes before reentering the suite. Sure enough, Anna was slouched up against her chair at the table asleep. She eventually had eaten the spiked mint after all and had been knocked out with a ****.

Now, Paris was ready to begin her lesson. She quickly called two maids over and instructed them what to do. One tended to Anna got the tennis brat into position while the other went to fetch the stuff Paris required. Anna would only be knocked out for 10 minutes, but that would be enough for Paris to put her plan into action.

Ten minutes later, Anna's eyes fluttered awake. She realized that she had fallen asleep and felt a lightness in her head. She didn't recall being so tired since she slept for much of the plane ride over.

Then, Anna realized that she couldn't move her hands and legs. They were tied up. With a shock, she realized that she was lying prone on her belly on a short table. Her arms were stretched out along the table in front of her, but were tied with some sort of tape to handles along the table edges. Her thighs also felt as if they had some tape too them and looked to be tied to the table legs. Worse of all, Anna realized that she was not only tied down, she was completely naked.

"What is going on here?" Anna screamed. "What has happened to me?"

"Are you unhappy with your current accomodations," a voice called out from behind her. Just then, someone walked up to her right then turned and faced her. It was Paris Hilton, Anna's hostess herself.

"What are you doing, you bitch," Anna shouted out to her. She was angry about what she was being subjected to, but then fear crossed her face. That was because she realized that Paris was also naked and she was holding a taunt whip with one hand.

"Now, now, Anna," Paris said, lightly tapping the whip end into the other hand. "That is no way to behave to your hostess who only invited you as a friend to help to relax and have some fun."

"I'm not having any fun right now," Anna said loudly. "What are you up to?"

Paris' expression darkened enough to put more fear into Anna. "I wanted to help you out, Anna dear. But, instead, I'm getting yelled out and sniffed at. You need an attittude adjustment, baby, and I am going to provide it to you."

Anna stared at her. "What do you mean? Look, I'm Anna Kournikova. I'm one of the few women in this world who get more hits on her web site than you do. Are you jealous, Paris?"

Paris didn't reply. Instead, she simply walked past Anna. Then, with a quick movement, sent the whip down and slapping it across Anna's buttocks with a loud crack.

"Owwwwww!" Anna cried out at the pain. "That hurt, bitch."

"Don't call your hostess a bitch, dear," Paris said. With that, she gave another hard whip to Anna's rear, sending more pain to the Russian blond.

"Ahhhhhh," Anna screamed. "Stop doing that."

"No," Paris replied. She sent another whip into Anna, this time on the other buttock and heard in satisfcation Anna's painful response. "You think just because you are a tennis star that's beautiful, you should get special treatment. News flash to you, Ms. Kournikova. Ever since that Maria girl arrived on the scene, your popularity has been going downhill."

Paris gave yet another crack on Anna's butt with her whip.

"Aaarrghhhhh, please stop that," Anna shouted. There was a different tone in addition to anger. It was one of fear.

"I don't think so, Anna," Paris said. "Not until you start behaving. I'm going to make sure that you change your whole attitude about this trip right now. And do I have some interesting things planned for you."