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Greta stood in the doorway, her expression a mixture of disgust and disappointment. “I would have thought after all that pleasure we all heard Dylan giving you last night you would be satisfied for a day at least,” she said, shaking her head. “Look at you, rutting like an animal in heat.”

I opened my mouth to apologize, but Greta held up a hand to silence me. “Don’t bother with excuses, young lady. Devin will hear about this, make no mistake. I’m quite certain he’ll take the strap to that naughty bottom of yours.”

My stomach dropped at her words. The memory of my last whipping was still painfully fresh. But before I could dwell on it further, Greta’s next statement made my blood run cold.

“As for today, you’ll do your chores in the nude,” she declared. “Perhaps some humiliation will help cool that lustful nature of yours.”

“But Greta, please,” I protested weakly. “What if someone sees me?”

Greta’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the point, Andrea. We’ll all see you. Maybe when you get your whipping it’ll take better after a day of naked chores.”

CHAPTER 20

Dylan

The message from Devin took me by surprise as I was running yet another update on the automated combine’s firmware.

Andrea’s got a whipping coming tonight, for playing with her puss. I’m guessing it’s your fault, a little—not that I blame you lol. I’d like you to give it to her.

I stared at my phone in the middle of the machine shop. Next to me the combine’s display showed that it had almost completed the update. I felt like the update tomyfirmware might take a little longer. My cock had gotten instantly hard, but my brain needed a few moments at the very least to believe this news.

I opened the New Modesty app and saw a notification. Devin had given me full rights to view Andrea’s data. I tapped through, and saw that one stretch of time, from early this morning, had beenred-flagged. With my heart rate already increasing, I tapped on the red flag.

I had to hand it to Selecta: their user interfaces had a certain slickness you couldn’t find anywhere else. The red flag instantly opened into a video window, where Andrea lay on her bed with one hand shamelessly between her legs and the other pinching her adorable right nipple. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth as if to stifle her whimpers of pleasure.

As I watched, my cock hard as rock in my jeans, Andrea’s back arched off the bed. I could hear her sob with need over the surveillance system’s excellent audio. The view shifted from the lewd pout on her face to the even lewder pout of the slick, glistening pink lips between her thighs. Andrea’s naughty fingers increased their pace along the bare cleft of her pussy, pressed harder against her clit, and…

Greta opened the door and stepped into the room.

“Andrea Jacobsen!” the matronly woman thundered. Andrea ripped her hand away from her pussy, her face going crimson.

I watched intently, my dominant blood warming to what felt like fever heat, as Greta announced that Andrea would do her chores in the nude. I glanced over at the combine’s display, to see that it had finished its update, and I wondered if I could find a reason why I had to tell Devin in person, at the house, about the system’s new capabilities.

I had a full day of work, though, before I could go over there. I had no intention of shirking, especially because I knew the way my mind worked. The longer my brain had to process this new development with Andrea, turning it over in the back of my head as I devoted the bulk of my attention to seeds and shoots andhydration, the more prepared I would be to court her the way I knew she should be courted.

Today, that meant accepting Devin’s offer; I would definitely be the one to put the family strap to Andrea’s gorgeous bare bottom this evening. I had another decision to make, though—about what else might happen tonight. About a request I had been thinking of making even before I had received Devin’s message.

For now, I replied simply,Sure, boss. Happy to.

Andrea

All that terrible day I could think of only two things: my nakedness and Dylan. Plus, of course, what Dylan would think if he should learn about my nakedness, and the reason for it, and what I had in store that evening.

I tried to focus on my chores, but the constant awareness of my naked body made it nearly impossible. As I dusted the living room, I could feel my breasts swaying with each movement, my nipples hardening at the slightest touch of a draft. The brush of the feather duster against my skin sent shivers down my spine, reminding me involuntarily of Dylan’s gentler touches the night before—and leading my memory back to the rougher ones, so that I had to swallow hard and bite the inside of my cheek to keep my mind on task.

Lila and Lydia shot me sympathetic glances as they went about their own tasks. “Don’t worry,” Lila whispered when Greta wasn’t looking. “It’ll be over soon.”

But Greta seemed determined to make my humiliation last as long as possible. She hovered nearby, her sharp eyes taking in every inch of my naked body. “Andrea,” she called out, her voice dripping with disapproval, “you missed a spot on the coffee table. Bend over and get it properly.”

My face burned as I complied, knowing full well how the position displayed my bare bottom and pussy to anyone who cared to look. I could practically feel Greta’s eyes boring into me.

“My goodness,” Greta remarked loudly. “I had no idea how much dust this table could collect when the maid doesn’t clean it properly. You’ll need to be more thorough in the future, Andrea.”

I chewed my lip hard to keep from crying as I finished dusting the table. When I straightened up, I caught sight of my reflection in the living room mirror. My cheeks were flushed bright red, a stark contrast to the paleness of the rest of my body. I looked away quickly, unable to bear the sight of my own shame.

As I moved to the kitchen to start on the dishes, Devin entered the room. His eyes raked over my nude form appreciatively. “Well, well,” he said with a smirk. “I see our little troublemaker is learning her lesson.”

I ducked my head, focusing intently on scrubbing a pot as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. But Devin wasn’t done. He came to stand right behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

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