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Devin regarded me silently for a long moment, his piercing gaze seeming to see right through me. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and measured. “Andrea, come here.”

My legs felt like lead as I pushed back from the table, the scrape of my chair against the hardwood floor unnaturally loud in the tense silence. I stood on shaky legs, smoothing down the front of my yellow dress with trembling hands. The short walk to the head of the table seemed to stretch on forever, each step bringing me closer to my impending humiliation.

As I reached Devin’s side, I kept my eyes downcast, focusing on the intricate pattern of the Oriental rug beneath my feet. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the subtle notes of his cologne mingling with the lingering aroma of the meal.

“Look at me,” Devin commanded softly.

Slowly, I raised my eyes to meet his. The intensity of his gaze made me want to shrink away, but I forced myself to hold steady.

“Your willfulness needs to be addressed immediately,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We can’t wait until after dessert for your lesson to begin.”

CHAPTER 8

Dylan

Surely before Andrea could even process Devin’s words, the elder’s hands were at her waist. My own heart rate sped up a bit as in one swift motion, Devin grasped the hem of the lovely girl’s dress and began to lift it. Andrea gasped, her hands instinctively moving to stop him, but a sharp look from Devin froze her in place.

“Arms at your sides,” he ordered.

Andrea complied, her trembling arms falling limply along her bewitchingly curved hips. I watched, my pulse quickening, as Devin slowly raised her yellow dress, exposing more and more of her shapely legs. The modest white cotton panties came into view, clinging to the curves of her hips and bottom.

Devin didn’t stop there. He continued lifting the dress until it was bunched around Andrea’s waist, fully revealing her underwear and the soft, pale skin of her thighs. Andrea’s face burned crimson, her eyes wide with mortification as she stood revealed before the entire table. With practiced hands, Devinrolled the fabric and tucked it to ensure Andrea’s skirt would stay raised.

“Now,” Devin said calmly, “I want you to lower your panties.”

Andrea’s breath caught audibly. “P-please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Not here, not in front of everyone.”

Devin’s expression hardened. “You were warned about what to expect, Andrea. Now do as you’re told.”

With shaking hands, Andrea grasped the waistband of her panties. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to lower them. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as the white cotton slid down her thighs, revealing the rounded curves of her bottom and a glimpse of golden curls between her legs.

Once her panties were around her knees, Devin spoke again. “That’s enough. Tomorrow, Greta will teach you how to shave your privates so you’re properly bare down there. Now, I want you to go stand in the corner of the living room. Face the wall, hands on your head. You’ll stay there until we’ve finished dessert, thinking about why you’re being punished.”

Andrea nodded mutely, tears glistening in her eyes. As she turned to leave, her gaze briefly met mine. The mixture of shame, fear, and something else—something deeper and more primal—in her blue eyes made my breath catch. I felt a surge of sympathy for her, mixed with an undeniable arousal at the sight of her partial nudity.

As Andrea shuffled awkwardly out of the room, hampered by the panties around her knees, the other men at the table exchanged knowing glances. Travis and Ethan, in particular, seemed to be eyeing Andrea’s retreating form with keen interest.

“My, my,” Travis murmured, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. “She’s quite the little package, isn’t she? Those breasts, that rear end… I gotta say I’m looking forward to trying out that pretty mouth after her spanking.”

My eyes flicked to the other end of the table, where Lila and Lydia had gone red in the face at this mention of the sequel to a correction in Devin’s household. Greta regarded Travis with a look of matronly reproach, but she wouldn’t have been the perfect partner for Devin that she was if she didn’t also have a twinkle in her brown eyes; Greta enjoyed the submissive elements of her husband’s old-fashioned lessons as much as he did.

A glance at Bill and Hank revealed an equal relish in the thought of the part Lila and Lydia would play, while Andrea had her spanking, and afterwards, upstairs in the girls’ bedrooms. A punishment in our boss’ household brought a good deal of pleasure to everyone—including even the penitent young woman, if she showed she had learned her lesson.

Ethan nodded in agreement. “I’m going to enjoy training her, when it’s my turn,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

I felt a flare of possessiveness at their words, surprising myself with its intensity. Before I could examine the feeling too closely, Devin spoke up.

“She certainly is a beauty,” he agreed, his tone matter-of-fact. “I’m guessing you’ll each want a date?”

“Sure will, Devin,” I told him, secure at least in the fact that as the senior associate I would have the first chance at taking Andrea out. “And I have to say I’m going to do my best to makesure Travis and Ethan have to wait for Selecta to send you your next housemaid before they get a shot.”

Andrea

I tried to think of anything but my bare backside. I did my best to remember what the wheat fields had looked like as the bus brought me to Cato, how I had sung show tunes to accompany them. For a second or two I thought it had worked, because that made me think of Dylan, and how he had lit up as he told me about the new combine thing. Then I remembered that he could probably see me from his seat at the table, because of the way the dining room opened from the living room, and my whole body seemed to blush as hot as the sun.

That, in turn, made me think of the worst thing of all—what Travis had said, the words I had just barely caught as I shuffled my way to the corner where I stood with my hands on my head, my skirt above my hips, and my panties around my knees. Surely I wouldn’t have to do that on my very first night?

I swallowed so hard it hurt as I had a sudden flashback to Carlos, and a wild, mortifying thought rose into my mind.You’re a cocksucker, Andrea. Carlos enjoyed you that way, didn’t he? And you let him, because you…

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