[Continued From - Part 7]
When Belinda opened her eyes she was a bit disoriented. She sat up and slowly gathered her wits. Her bottom still had a fiery glow from her punishment and judging from the clock on the wall she had been out just ten minutes or so. Apparently after the punishment she had been brought to this .. room? She looked around and saw a rather plain room with the minimum of furniture. A sofa, a few chairs here and there, a shallow cabinet on the wall and such. Nothing notable but it was spacious. She was now wearing the plain gray shift similar to the ones worn by the reformatory girls but sans underwear. Then she remembered being pulled off the punishment bench and carried here. The “Recovery Room” is what Brittany had called it. She tried to find a comfortable position on the sofa but with her welted bottom she mostly had to kneel. She stood up and tested the door. Locked. Apparently there was more than just recovery done here. Apprehensively she waited on the sofa. It was a bit difficult to sit due to the condition of her bottom so she had to resort to kneeling.