Just the thought of it made me wet. A situation not helped by Helen slipping her hands under our short togas and giving our naked pussies a quick stro...e. It was at that moment I realised how effectively the shackles limited my hand and arm movements.We arrived at the bar in a taxi, Helen refusing any idea of her drinking and driving. As soon as we got out of the cab, she produced from somewhere two leashes, which she clipped to our collars."Time for our entrance, girls," she announced. "one. Then I stood up, turned around and strutted out the cafe wiggling my ass as I left.Back at the house, I stripped my dress off and began searching the wardrobe looking through Teresa's sexy costumes. I wanted to wear something that would drive him crazy and make him beg for me. Teresa had accumulated a large collection of naughty outfits and there were too many to choose from.She had a really sexy bunny outfit that consisted of a black corset with zipper closure and matching faux leather. We walked back along the beach to our room. The room was spacious with a large Jacuzzi, wet bar and a balcony overlooking the ocean. Along the way we admired the beauty of the resort. The buildings were glistening white stucco. There were several restaurants and beach front bars and there was a general spirit of fun. We took a shower and then had a glass of wine from our in room bar. We settled in to relax, still in the nude. I was admiring Joan. Her skin had a light tan and there were freckles. And for that they were spanked, in public, with a ruler. That's humiliating. That's like something out of The Scarlet Letter!"I didn't go on to tell her that both of them became incredibly horny as a result. Some punishment! Or that my mom had never laid a hand on me for punishment in her life, though I'd certainly given her good reason sometimes, but now that I'd uncovered her secret I wondered what I could do to deserve a little -- uhm -- tuning up with the Cat -- while I was suitably.