Charlotte yanks Molly to her feet by her hair. “How dare you raise your voice to me
bitch?” She tosses Molly down onto the bed. She grabs her ankles and flips her over onto
her back. “Put your legs up over your head. I want your knees all the way back to your
chest.”

Molly follows Sandra with her eyes as she walks around to the side of the bed where
Molly’s head is. “Yes ma … I mean Mistress.” She lifts her legs up into the air as best
she can.

Sandra grabs Molly’s ankles and pulls them back into the proper position. She holds Molly
securely in place. Molly has never felt so exposed in her life. The rush of cool air finds
her exposed ass hole and the crack of her moist pussy.

The first stroke echoes through out the room. Charlotte now appears a lot more menacing,
“I should strap your ass raw.”

Molly wiggles her ass and tries to block the strokes with her hands. Charlotte has no
problem finding her mark. Sandra releases Molly’s legs and pinches and pulls both of
Molly’s nipples. Molly pulls her legs into the fetal position and grabs Sandra’s wrists.

Sandra twists and pulls harder. “Get your slutty hands off me bitch and bring your legs
back into position.”
Molly bites her bottom lip so not to scream out in pain. She immediately does as she’s
told.

Sandra continues to instruct Molly as Charlotte continues her strapping. “Keep your hands
on the bed. You will never try to cover or protect yourself in anyway from us at anytime.
Is that clear?”

Molly’s voice quivers as she answers, “Yes Mistress.”

Sandra continues, “Hold your ass perfectly still. You will always accept your punishment
with dignity. I don’t want to hear you screaming and yelping like some stray bitch off the
street.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Molly’s ass and legs are stinging and quivering as the sound of Charlottes belt lands on
the bed next to her head. Sandra doesn’t release her grip on Molly’s nipples. Molly
doesn’t dare move. She holds perfectly still as the pain of each stroke echoes across her
ass and legs.

Charlotte crawls across the bed and picks up the belt. She lets the rough leather side
fall gently across Molly’s face, “Kiss it. Kiss it and thank us for your punishment.”

Molly kisses the belt, “Thank you, my Mistresses for my punishment. I deserved each
stoke.”