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what we’d have to do. In a way, she tricked us.”
    Lacy shrugged. “I guess we should have known
when she refused to play, too.”
    “She said she never plays,” Jennifer
added. “That’s what makes it even worse. She gets off on
humiliating other women while she sits there with all her clothes
on and a big grin on her face.”
    “Just let it go,” Rosa grumbled. “It’s over,
okay?”
    “You should’ve seen her smiling while you
were getting that dildo up the ass,” Lacy told her. “She was in
heaven.”
    Rosa frowned. “Really? Damn, that’s
cold.”
    “It’s like I said, she gets off on it,”
Jennifer said.
    The women sat in silence for a moment, then
Rosa said, “You know what? I think we ought to teach that bitch a
lesson.”
    “What do you mean?” Jennifer asked.
    Rosa looked over her shoulder to make sure
Greta wasn’t coming, then she hunched forward and murmured, “Listen
up. I’ve got a plan.”
     
    * * *
     
    When Greta returned a few minutes later, she
held an envelope in her hand. “Sorry for the delay, girls. Since
the game is officially over, I wanted to go ahead and fetch your
jewelry. Oh, and please feel free to get dressed.”
    The women gathered their clothes and put them
on, then Greta passed out the wedding rings and Jan’s necklace.
“You all played extremely well, by the way. I learned so much about
each of you. I hope it was an enlightening experience for you as
well.”
    “It was,” Jennifer said. “But we had a little
chat while we were waiting, and we all agreed that we’d like to
learn more about you, too.”
    Greta’s smile faltered when she saw the looks
on the women’s faces. “Why, of course. Feel free to ask me whatever
you like.”
    “Great!” said Rosa, stepping forward. Greta
noticed for the first time that Rosa held one hand behind her back.
“Here’s a question for you. Would you rather be whipped with
this,”—she held up the whip with the leather tassels—“or spend the
whole night tied up naked to one of the trees in your front
yard?”
    Greta gave a nervous laugh. “Don’t be
ridiculous, dear. Like I told you, I never play the game
myself.”
    “Answer the question,” Jennifer said, a cold
gleam in her eyes. “Would you rather have your bare ass whipped one
hundred times, or spend the night tied up naked in your front
yard?”
    Greta took a step back. “But…but…”
    “Can’t decide?” Jennifer asked. “Then we’ll
make it easy on you. Let’s do both! ”
     
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    K.C. Silkwood is the author of the Shame
On Her series of eBooks, filled with more stories of women
being stripped, spanked, and humiliated. Her books are sold at most
online retailers.