For a few minutes Jenny just stood looking down at the handcuffed and helpless April, daydreaming about how best to make use of her. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Kristin returned from the bathroom in a white terrycloth robe and went to answer it.
It was Emma, dressed for tennis in a white blouse and skirt with a racket in her hand. "Is April with you guys?" she asked Kristin.
Kristin nodded and opened the door wide so Emma could see April naked on the floor and Jenny standing over her with the strap-on dangling from her pubis. "You were supposed to meet me on the court 15 minutes ago," said Emma. "I've been waiting there like an idiot."
"Sorry," said April sheepishly. "I came to check on Jenny and things got a little out of hand."
"I can see that," Emma responded, both aggravated and aroused by what she saw. "Jenny, could you give me a hand?"
Together they lifted April and deposited her on the bed on her knees, with her head down and her ass up. Emma lifted one hand and smacked April hard on the left buttock, provoking a yelp. "That'll teach you to stand me up," she snarled. "Jenny, why don't you give me a hand? You can work on the other cheek."
Jenny hesitated; April was her friend. But then Kristin spoke up: "You can help or you can get punished along with her." Her voice was hard and serious, signaling to Jenny that her little moment of indulgence was over; Kristin was back in charge. And it felt right - that was how things were supposed to be.