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Lydia smiled shyly. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she nodded. “I have an approved suitor named Hank,” she said softly, her eyes taking on a dreamy quality. “He works at the feed store in town.”

“Soapprovedandacceptedare different?” I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion.

Lydia nodded, twirling a loose strand of her auburn hair around her finger. “Approvedmeans Devin has given Hank permission to court me,” she explained. “We go on chaperoned dates, and he’s allowed to kiss me and… touch me a little. And, you know, he uses my mouth to relax. But it’s not…” She trailed off, her blush deepening.

“Not like Bill and me,” Lila finished for her, a hint of pride in her voice.

Lydia shook her head. “No, not yet. Hank hasn’t asked for permission to… to use my pussy or bottom.” Her voice dropped to a whisper on the intimate words, her eyes darting to the floor.

I felt my own face grow hot at the casual way they discussed such things. It was so at odds with the modest dresses and demure behavior, yet there was an undercurrent of excitement in Lydia’s voice that I couldn’t ignore.

“But,” Lydia continued, a small smile playing at her lips, “I think he might ask Devin soon. He’s been… well, he’s been touching me more lately when we’re alone. And the way he looks at me sometimes…” She trailed off once more, her eyes taking on that faraway look again.

I stood there, my mind reeling as I tried to process all of this information. The idea of needing permission to be intimate with someone, of having your sexual activities dictated by others… it went against everything I’d ever believed about relationships and bodily autonomy.

I tried desperately to deny the helpless thrill that ran through me. The thought of being pursued, of being desired so openly, of having a strong man take charge and guide me through intimacy… it stirred something deep inside me that I didn’t want to acknowledge.

Desperate to change the subject, to focus on something—anything—else, I blurted out the question that had been nagging at me since my arrival. “When… when do you think I’ll be spanked?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Lila’s and Lydia’s expressions softened with sympathy.

“It’ll be after dinner,” Lydia told me.

At that moment, as if the whole universe had decided to conspire against me, we heard Greta’s voice call from downstairs.

“Dinner, girls!”

CHAPTER 6

Andrea

To my surprise, as Lila and Lydia led me in the direction of the kitchen, I noticed that five other men were sitting with Devin at the fully set dining table. I did my best to go unnoticed, but I couldn’t help wondering if Bill and Hank were among the dinner guests—and if so who the remaining three might be.

The rich aroma of roasted chicken and herbs wafted through the air of the kitchen, making my stomach growl despite my nerves. Lila and Lydia moved with practiced efficiency, gathering serving dishes and utensils. I was hesitating, unsure of what to do, when Devin’s deep voice called out from the dining room.

“Girls, bring Andrea in here first. She should meet the associates before we eat.”

My heart leapt into my throat as Lila and Lydia exchanged knowing glances. Gently, they guided me toward the dining room, their hands at my elbows as if they sensed I might bolt at any moment.

As we entered, I felt the weight of six male gazes upon me. Devin sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding even while seated. The other five men were spread out around the long table, each one studying me with varying degrees of interest.

“Andrea,” Devin said, his voice firm but not unkind, “these are my associates. You’ll be seeing a lot of them, so best to get introductions out of the way now.”

He gestured to a solidly built man with sandy brown hair and warm eyes. “This is Bill, Lila’s accepted suitor.”

Bill smiled, his gaze flickering briefly to Lila before returning to me. “Welcome to Cato, Andrea,” he said, his voice deep and resonant.

Next, Devin indicated a man of average height with short brown hair. “This is Hank, Lydia’s approved suitor.”

Hank nodded politely, his expression friendly but reserved.

“Travis,” Devin continued, pointing to a tall, lean man with dark hair and sharp features.

“Ethan,” he said, indicating a muscular blond man who looked to be in his early thirties.

“And finally, Dylan,” Devin concluded, gesturing to the last man at the table.

I felt my breath catch as I met Dylan’s gaze. He was strikingly handsome, with dark, wavy hair and penetrating hazel eyes. There was something in the way he looked at me—a mixture of authority and empathy—that made my heart race.

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