"What the hell?" came the shriek from Fiona and she pushed up, trying to get off my lap. Fortunately my other hand was holding her firmly in place.

"Relax. It's just a little mix and match," I told her. "You'll get used to it. The spanking's nearly over anyway."

She relaxed again, muttering something I'm sure I wouldn't want to hear, and I took unconscionable advantage of her momentary relaxation. I flicked the catch to her bra open. She squealed and very quickly clasped the bra to her breasts, very aware of the camera still running and the audience still watching. This time I heard what she muttered under her...