Bethany finished touching up her makeup and checked over everything in the mirror when Fiona called up from downstairs. “Driver’s here!” 

The doorbell rang confirming what she said as Bethany gave a bit of a twirl to show her full outfit. She wore a simple black satin v-neck party dress that had thin straps and ended above mid thigh, complemented with high heeled knee high boots. Silver earrings, a necklace, and a black clutch completed the outfit that looked simple but was elegant and those who knew would see it was from the fall’s fashion releases. 

She heard the door open downstairs and some whispered conversation before Fiona called back up again. “Beth?” 

“One second!” She responded as she glanced around for her phone. 

It wasn’t in the bathroom, so she went back to her room and found it atop a pile of dresses that she had thrown out of her closet when she had been hunting for something to wear tonight. The room was a mess, but it wasn’t like she was planning on bringing anyone home tonight so she ignored the piles of shoes and clothes and closed the door behind her. Descending the stairs made her feel powerful with how the block heels of her boots sounded on each hardwood step. “I’m good.” She said as she rounded the corner to where her friends were waiting and froze midstep. 

Instead of the butler-like driver standing at attention for the girls to get in their private car to go clubbing, there was instead a woman clad in a black shiny catsuit and thigh high boots. Leather gloves covered her hands, which held a silenced pistol that was pointed directly at Bethany. Fiona and their roommate Rose both sat on the couch with their hands on their heads looking like they were doing their best to not cry. Fiona was dressed for the hunt in a black tube top, white leather skirt, and patent leather knee high boots. The fur coat she was intending to wear overtop was now on the floor off to the side. Rose was dressed even more adventurously tonight, in a buckled asymmetric strapless black leather dress that Bethany knew had cost a pretty penny, and shiny black high heeled pumps. “Glad you finally decided to join us.” The intruder remarked as Bethany stood frozen in the doorway. “Why don’t you come in and join your friends. Hands where I can see them, of course.” 

Trembling in fear, Bethany set her clutch on the table before raising her hands and walking over to join her friends in front of the intruder. “Stay standing.” She ordered as Bethany went to sit down. 

Setting the pistol down on the console, she unslung the bag she was carrying and withdrew several coils of rope. “Hands behind your back.” 

“Come on! You don’t have to tie us up!” Rose protested as she saw where this was going. 

“One of the few pleasures in life I have is tying up rich spoiled brats. Now shut up and you turn around and put your hands behind your back.” 

Bethany complied and gasped as strong hands in cool leather grasped her hands and placed them palm to palm. She flinched again as rope was looped around her wrists and in a series of practiced motions, her wrists were soon bound with a cinch in between to ensure her arms were trapped behind her. Another coil brought her elbows together, eliciting a groan from her throat as her shoulders were pulled back. “Very nice rack you have here.” Their captor commented, slapping her thrust out breasts. “But I’ll deal with that later. Open up.” 

Bethany made the mistake of opening her mouth to ask what for and the answer came in the form of a red rubber ball on a strap that was stuffed between her teeth. “Whhhtt mmmmm rhhhhsss?” She complained as it filled her mouth with the taste of rubber. 

The woman didn’t bother answering as she lifted up Bethany’s hair to buckle the strap at the nape of her neck before shoving her in the direction of the couch. “Sit down. You, stand up.”

Fiona slowly stood off the couch, visible trembling as she took a few tottering steps towards her captor before she was grabbed by the upper arms and spun around. Bethany, now seated beside Rose on the couch, could only watch in horror as the binding and gagging process was repeated with Fiona, and then Rose. “Nice dress.” The burglar mused as she wrapped rope around Rose’s wrists and cinched it tight. “Brand spanking new huh? Too bad the boys won’t be seeing this one tonight.” 

The Asian girl silently sobbed as her elbows were bound and glumly accepted the ballgag that followed. With all three girls’ upper halves in bondage, the burglar turned her attention to their bottom halves. Bethany and Fiona both silently thanked their decision making earlier in the night to wear boots as rope was wound around their ankles, knees, and thighs. The leather of their boots protected their ankles and knees, but Rose in her pumps felt the ropes dig into her bare flesh and tears continued to stream down her cheeks. Now fully bound and gagged, the girls huddled close to each other on the couch for comfort. Bethany was more worried about Rose, who was still sobbing around her ballgag. Fiona had been kidnapped once before to get a ransom out of her father, so she was taking the bondage in stride. 

What the girls didn’t expect however, was for the burglar to pull out more rope and pull Bethany to her feet. “Hop.” She commanded, pointing to a spot on the floor. 

Bethany was confused. They were tied up and gagged, why was she still messing with them? Why wasn’t she rifling through their purses and bedrooms for things to steal? Instead, she tied a long rope to her wrists and then after a couple tries, threw it it over a sturdy hook in the ceiling that was probably used at somepoint for hanging plants. Pulling on the rope, Bethany gasped as her arms were yanked upwards behind her until she was forced to bend at the waist to relieve the pressure in her shoulders. Bent until she was almost at 90 degrees, the burglar seemed satisfied and tied the rope back to her wrist bonds, trapping her in a strappado. To Fiona and Rose’s horror, they soon noticed there were multiple hooks in the ceiling. Their fears were soon realized as Fiona was forced to hop beneath another and the process was repeated with Rose as well. Soon all three girls were whining into there gags from the strain of being bent over, their wrists attached to the ceiling via rope and struggling to keep their balance in their heeled shoes. 

Their protests were ignored as the burglar casually strolled around the three girls, her boots clicking on the hardwood floor menacingly as each girl struggled to turn and keep on eye on where she was going. Finally she ended up behind Bethany. “I’ve been informed that the three of you are a set of rich, spoiled brats.” She started. 

Three muffled protests were cut off with a glare. “Spoiled, naughty, teases. The list goes on and on.” 

She ran a gloved hand over Bethany’s protruding butt which was now not fully covered by her dress after her struggles. “And naughty means you get punished.” 

When the gloved hand made contact, Bethany screamed into her gag. Not even her own parents had spanked her as a child! She barely had a moment to process what had just happened when her captor’s hand came down again. The sound of leather on flesh filled the room as the burglar proceeded to contine with a set of ten spanks before moving to the other side and spanking Bethany’s other buttcheek. 

Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed and sputtered around the rubber ball in her mouth. The strappado rope was the only thing keeping her upright at this point as her legs had gone weak halfway through the second set. “What a little princess.” Their captor watched in disdain. “Collapsing at the slightest spank. Then again, I don’t have high hopes for you either leather girl.” 

Rose froze like a deer in headlights as their captor approached her and ran a gloved hand along her leather covered butt. “Maybe this’ll protect you somewhat, or maybe not. Might hurt to have something so tight against your butt when it turns red like princess over there.”

Both Rose and Fiona turned to look at Bethany, who’s butt was currently facing them and due to her dress riding up, gave a clear view of the bright shade of red her butt now was. Rose was distracted enough that she didn’t notice the burglar’s arm coming down until the loud slap sounded and she surged against the ropes with a cry. Fresh tears flowed as the spanking continued. It didn’t help that their captor was counting out loud with each strike until she reached ten, and then the spanking continued on the other side. 

With two girls forcibly cowed, sobbing and struggling to stay upright, her attention turned to Fiona, who was glaring through her hair in defiance. “Finally some fire.” She clapped her hands in delight. “What shall it be. I brought all sorts of things with me. Maybe a paddle? Nothing like taking a rich snob over my knee and giving her a nice paddling. But I’ve already given out a spanking to your friends, would be a shame for you to be left out.” 

Fiona watched as the catsuited burglar approached her and she could feel her resolve crumbling with each footstep. She hated being tied up, but she hated being spanked even more. “MMMMPH!” She cried, shaking her head as the burglar stepped up behind her and rubbed her butt through her skirt. 

As the hand made contact with her butt, the only thing Fiona could think of was how bad the spanking was going to be when she went home next time and had to tell her dad that she had been robbed again.