“Time to lift your skirt up.”
“Excuse me?” she squeaked.
“Punishments are always on the bare.” “But…”
“Yes, on your butt.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant, darlin. Now, it’s time to raise your skirt and lay yourself over my lap. Or would you like some help?”
“No,” she bit out bitterly.
“Want to try that again?” At her confused look, he raised an eyebrow expectantly.
Her heart rate ratcheted up another notch, unable to deny the effect his dominance was having on her. Her tummy felt like it had butterflies in it doing somersaults she was so nervous. She should be petrified of him, like she’d been with Albert, yet she couldn’t feel real fear. Not from Charlie.
“Yes… sir.” She tried the respectful reply.
“Good girl,” he said, beaming. Her hands reached down to start pulling her skirts up to her waist. She moved at a snail’s pace, delaying as long as she could. Charlie’s eyes locked with her own and she was grateful he wasn’t looking at her bare legs as they came into view.
Once she had complied, she started to worry about his next move. Surely he wouldn’t be so improper as to…
“Let’s untie these drawers now, shall we?” His fingers moved nimbly. Her last undergarment fell to the floor around her ankles and she stood bare from the waist down.
*****
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