In the dimly lit playroom, Mistress Victoria was polishing her favorite riding crop when she heard the soft click of the door. She turned to see her younger sister, Lily, peeking in, her eyes wide with curiosity and something else—desire. Victoria raised an eyebrow, “Lily, what are you doing here?”
Lily bit her lip, “I-I wanted to see… to understand.”
Victoria smirked, “Understand what, pet? This?” She snapped the crop, making Lily jump. “You want to understand this?”
Lily nodded, her cheeks flushing. Victoria beckoned her in, “Close the door, Lily. You’re here now, you might as well learn.”
Lily obeyed, her heart pounding. Victoria ordered her to strip, her voice firm yet gentle. Lily hesitated, then slowly removed her clothes, revealing her petite, toned body. Victoria circled her, inspecting her like a piece of art. “You’re beautiful, Lily. But you need discipline.”
She grabbed Lily’s chin, tilting her head up. “You want this, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like?”
Lily whimpered, “Y-yes, Mistress.”
Victoria smiled, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “Good girl. Let’s begin.”