"Bathroom is a special privilege," Hilary said. "For that you have to bend over and take six strokes on your ass. Is it worth that?"
"You bitch!" Annabelle screamed. "You lousy bitch!" She fell to the floor as Hilary lashed her with the thin cane, right across her tight ass, sending surging agony ever her.
"Get me the cat," Hilary said, handing Antony the cane.
"Nooooo! You bitch!" Annabelle screamed. She twisted, tried to get up and run away, but a single thrust of Hilary's foot sent her tumbling again, rolling on the carpet.
"You obviously need some discipline," Hilary snarled, taking the cat from Antony and advancing on the librarian. "I think you can call me Mistress from now on, and all the men, sir, got that?"
The cat lashed across Annabelle's thighs and ass and she screamed, trying to roll away.
The cat whipped her tits as she turned, sending her crawling across the floor, weeping and screaming as the cat chased her, lashing her into a corner where she cowered, trying once again to cover her tits with her arms.
"Now," Hilary said, standing close, breathing heavily. "Let's try it. What do you call me?"
Annabelle saw that it was no use. She couldn't take the pain. And she desperately needed to go to the bathroom.
"Mistress!" she sobbed.
"Okay, and what do you call the men?"
"Sir!" Annabelle wept, tears rolling down her face.
"Now, you're going to fuck everybody here as many times as they want," Hilary said. "So you might as well get used to it. Now, is it worth six strokes on your ass to use the bathroom?"
"Don't, no, please, I can't hold it in, please," Annabelle whispered, the pain in her bladder getting worse with each second.
"Then is it worth six strokes, or do I let Zoe and Patrick loose on you?" Hilary demanded.
Annabelle sobbed. "I-I'll do it all over the floor!"
The cat lashed her across the back and she screamed.
"What did you say?"
"I'll do it all over the floor!" Annabelle howled. "I don't want to, I just can't hold it aaagghhh! Please, no!"
"You forgot something," Hilary snarled, lashing her hard across her shoulders.
"Mistress, Mistress!" Annabelle screamed. "I don't mean to do it, Mistress, but I…"
"Then is it worth six strokes of the whip?" Hilary demanded. "Because if you do piss on my carpet, you'll live to regret it."
She waited, stroking the cat through her fingers.
Annabelle sobbed in desperation. She had to relieve herself and she knew that Hilary's threats were real ones. "Yes, Mistress! Yes, it's worth six strokes!"
"Good, now get up and bend over and hold your ankles," Hilary said. "Antony will do it."
Annabelle trembled all over as she rolled and managed to stand up. Her bitter shame was getting worse and she could see that Kirby and Lee already had their cocks hard again as they watched her humiliation.
Antony appeared in front of her, the thin cane in his hand. "Bend over. That way, so we can all see your ass."
Annabelle bent at the waist, the pain in her bladder now worse than the pain from the whips. She spread her legs in their high heels and gripped her ankles as she was told to do. She waited there as they all came closer to watch her punishment.
Antony laid the cane across her ass, just touching it lightly. For the first time Annabelle saw that his cock was hard, thrusting out against the front of his pants. It looked enormous to her.
The cane swept up, and beat down across her sore ass. She screamed.
The cane twitched on her ass and she closed her eyes, waiting for it again.
"Oooooo," Zoe said suddenly as she licked and caressed Patrick's cock. "My baby's getting all horny again, he needs to get rid of another load."
"Tough," Antony said. He turned to his daughter. "You keep him hard until we're ready. If he comes and you can't get him back up, you know what happens."
"Yes, Daddy," Zoe said, pouting and stroking her pussy. "I just want to watch him fuck that bitch."
"Plenty of time," Antony said. "Two."
The surprise and the pain nearly made Annabelle let go of her ankles. She rocked and she screamed, but managed to hold her balance as the pain soared out of her ass and down her stretched legs.
Antony lashed the cane across her taut ass again and again.
"Aaaaggghhh! Ooohhh, fuck!" Annabelle screamed, her body racking, her feet bracing to try and keep herself upright. She trembled, her knees buckled and she only just held herself together.
Then Annabelle's legs went to jelly. She fell to her knees, her ass ringing with pain, her bladder on the point of bursting.
"Get up," Antony said. "Put one hand on her knee and slide the other one over your pussy."
Annabelle gasped. They were trying to drive her humiliation to the utmost. She desperately had to pee, she really couldn't hold it in much longer so she did what he said instantly.
"Rub it, bitch, come on, masturbate far us," Antony said, tapping her ass with the cane.
Annabelle was so desperate for the bathroom that she worked her fingers over her clit.
To her added horror, there was an instant spark of arousal from her pussy as she stroked it.
Her fingers ran over her clit, feeling the dampness of her pussy-juices and Kirby's cum, and her cunt responded, trembling with a dark lust she hated herself for feeling. And it was all made worse by the pressure of her desperate desire to pee.
The cane whipped her, driving the agony into the sparks of lust from her fingers, mixing it all into an unbearable surge of degraded passion.
"Five. Tell us how you feel," Antony said, lashing the cane across her ass.
"H-how do you mean, sir?" Annabelle groaned.
"If you get the right answer, you have only one stroke to go," Antony said, holding the cane on her ass.