completely bare, and exposed cleavage," she continued as she slowly and
sensuously traced across Regina's chest at the top of her bikini, dipping
into her cleavage along the way. Regina tried to step back, but Elsa held
her shoulders to prevent it. Goose bumps formed on her chest. "That's
five violations. At twenty minutes of punishment apiece, that means one
hour and forty minutes."
"What kind of punishment, Madame Petrushka?" Regina asked fearfully. This
seemed like punishment enough, but then Madame Petrushka obviously felt
differently.
"There was also some impertinence," said Elsa.
"Two hours then."
"What punishment?" Regina repeated. "Look, just let me go and I'll move
out now. You can forget about any punishment."
"You don't understand, Miss Regina. When you signed the rental agreement,
you also agreed to abide by the rules. You have broken the rules and will
be punished accordingly, at the conclusion of which you will be free to
go....By the way, that is another impertinence which will bring the total
to two-and-a-half hours."
Just then somebody knocked on the door. "Open it, Elsa," said Madame
Petrushka.
My God, thought Regina. Somebody else was going to see her like this!
But when Elsa opened the door, Regina saw that she was saved.
It was her mother!
"Regina! Why...why...." Completely at a loss for words, her mother could
only shake her head.
"Mother, tell them to let me go. Look what they've done." She turned
around to show her mother the handcuffs.
"You were right to call me, Madame Petrushka. This is indeed shocking."
"But, mother--"
"Don't 'but, mother' me, young lady. It's about time you were accountable
for the way you dress. What is her punishment?"
"Two-and-half hours."
"Make it three. She's a stubborn girl."
"As you wish, Mrs. Smith."
Elsa easily pushed a bookcase sideways to expose a hidden door which she
unlocked and opened. Then she again took Regina by the arm and led her
inside. Regina looked pleadingly over her bare shoulder at her mother as
Elsa dragged her inside. Madame Petrushka and Mrs. Smith followed behind
them. When she saw the device in the middle of the room, Regina gasped
and tried to get away from Elsa who held her tightly.
It was a tall wooden frame with what looked like stocks with several holes
parallel with the floor. Higher up was a similar pair of stocks, only
with a series of various-sized smaller holes. "No, you're not going to
put me in that. Mother, please don't let them do this to me."
"I'm sorry, Regina," her mother said with genuine sympathy, "but you've
got to learn."
Elsa dragged her over to the device and set her legs inside the pair of
holes that best fit Regina's slender ankles. Madame Petrushka close the
hinged portion and locked it in place with a heavy padlock. Regina tried
to pull free but it was useless. She felt Elsa unlock her handcuffs,
grasp her forearms, and lift them over her head so Madame Petrushka could
lock them in place also. Then Elsa turned a crank set into the floor and
the stocks holding Regina's hands moved higher until her heels left the
floor. At least the holes were padded with leather.
"Down a little, Elsa," said Madame Petrushka, who watched her heels touch
down again. "There, that's perfect."
Regina's mother quietly watched her miserable, nearly nude daughter be
stretched out, then went over to her and gently touched her face. "You
poor, poor dear."
"How could you? I'm your daughter."
"Yes, and this is only because I love you. Someday you'll thank me for
it." Then she turned and left Regina to her fate.