Page 11 of His Naughty Girl

I felt my stomach clench at the reminder of my impending punishment. The thought of adding to it made me shudder. With trembling fingers, I reached for the top button of my blouse.

“That’s it,” Lila encouraged softly. “Just take them off quickly, like ripping off a Band-Aid.”

Swallowing hard, I forced myself to undo each button, hyperaware of Lila’s and Lydia’s eyes on me. As I shrugged the blouse off my shoulders, I felt goosebumps rise on my exposed skin.

“Now the skirt,” Lydia prompted gently.

With shaking hands, I unzipped my skirt and let it pool around my feet. Standing there in just my bra and panties, I felt more revealed than I ever had in my life. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to shield myself from their gaze.

“The rest too,” Lila said, her voice kind but leaving no room for argument. “Bra and panties. We wear a different kind of underwear here.”

I closed my eyes, willing myself to get through this. With a deep breath, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. As it fell away, I heard twin gasps from Lila and Lydia.

“Oh, my,” Lydia breathed. “Andrea, you’re… you’re stunning.”

I opened my eyes to see both girls staring at my chest, their eyes wide with a mixture of admiration and envy.

“Those breasts,” Lila murmured. “They’re so… so big and full. And those curves…” She gestured to my hips and waist.

I felt my face flame even hotter, if that was possible. I’d always been self-conscious about my figure—my large breasts and womanly hips that seemed out of place on my otherwise slender frame. Now, under their scrutiny, I felt more aware of my body than ever before.

“The associates are going to love you,” Lydia said, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. “I’m sure they’ll want to use you often.”

Lila nodded in agreement. “And with a figure like that, you’ll have an accepted suitor in no time at all. The men here appreciate a woman with real curves.”

Lydia had opened the top drawer of my new dresser and taken some white things out. She approached me, holding out a pair of plain white cotton panties and a matching bra. “Here,” she said softly. “These are your new undergarments.”

I took them hesitantly, the fabric feeling stiff and unfamiliar in my hands. The panties were high-waisted, covering far more than the bikini-style ones I was used to. The bra was equally modest, with wide straps and full coverage cups.

“Go ahead,” Lila urged gently. “Put them on.”

With a deep breath, I stepped into the panties, pulling them up over my hips. They felt confining, almost like a girdle. The waistband came up to just below my navel, smoothing out the slight curve of my lower belly.

Next, I fastened the bra, adjusting the straps. It cupped and lifted my breasts, but in a way that minimized rather than enhanced them. I felt oddly constricted, yet also strangely… secure.

“Now for your dress,” Lydia said, holding out the pale yellow frock I’d noticed earlier.

I slipped it over my head, feeling the soft cotton settle around me. The dress fell to just below my knees, with a modest neckline and sleeves that came to my elbows. A sash at the waist accentuated my figure without being too revealing.

As I smoothed the fabric down, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. The girl staring back at me looked like a stranger—demure, modest, almost… old-fashioned. Yet there was something undeniably feminine about the way the dress hugged my curves.

“You look lovely,” Lila said warmly. “Very proper.”

I turned to face them, a thousand questions swirling in my mind. One in particular pushed its way to the forefront.

“You mentioned… suitors,” I said hesitantly. “What exactly does that mean? Do you two… I mean, do you have them?”

Lila’s face lit up. “Oh! Well, I have an accepted suitor named Bill,” she explained, a hint of pride in her voice. “He’s one of Devin’s top associates at the robofarm.”

“And… what does being an ‘accepted suitor’ entail?” I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to know the answer.

Lila blushed prettily. “Well, it means Devin allows Bill to… to use my pussy and bottom,” she said softly. “Because Bill is serious about marrying me, if we’re really compatible.”

My eyes widened at her casual use of such intimate terms. “You mean… you’re having sex?”

Lila nodded. “Yes, but only because we might get married. It’s a way for us to see if we’re truly suited for each other. Bill… well, he takes me up to my room after dinner, and that’s when he trains me to… to, you know… be a good wife.”

A shiver went through me. I turned to Lydia, who had been quiet during this exchange. “Do you have a suitor too?”

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