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“Yes, sir.” I rose to my feet on shaky legs. Then raised the mockery of the skirt of a uniform. My face blushed blazing hot, as I remembered that I didn’t have any panties on.

“Oh, dear. That’s unfortunate. Would you care to explain to me why you’re not wearing part of your uniform?”

I was in trouble already, and I hadn’t even started work yet.

CHAPTER21

Ellis

I loved the way her face paled as I shook my head slowly, showing my clear displeasure. “Do you make it a habit of sashaying around my house with your cunt bare and dripping like a common whore?”

The pretty column of her throat worked as she swallowed, and my cock twitched at the sight. I was coming to deeply enjoy her nervousness, that wide-eyed fright that she showed so clearly in her eyes.

“You tore the other pair last night. I didn’t know what to do…”

“Are you telling me you didn’t have another pair of panties you could have put on?”

Her lashes fluttered a moment. “But they wouldn’t have matched. I mean, you’d have been mad at me for them not matching, wouldn’t you?”

Absolutely adorable.

“You’re learning fast, I see.” I stroked her hair again, patronizingly. “Yes, I would have. But I wouldn’t have been as disappointed as I am right now seeing you with a bare, wet pussy under your uniform. That’s something only slutty servant girls would do.”

Hmm. Serving girl.

I quite liked that imagery, actually.

“But that’s… that’s not fair. You’re the one who tore them. What was I supposed to do?”

I sighed for effect, wanting to let her twist in the wind just a little bit longer. “Ask me, certainly. What youshouldhave done was come and ask me nicely, and respectfully, to give you another pair of panties that matched your uniform. Yes, you’d still be in trouble for wearing mismatched panties at all, but that really can’t be helped in this situation, can it?”

Color bloomed in her cheeks, and I wasn’t sure if she was angry, or simply shocked. “How… That’s like no win. It’s not fair.”

I took hold of the hair at the crown of her head, and she stiffened, her eyes going wide. “I already told you. This isn’t about fair at all. This is about what gives me pleasure. And I’ll be honest with you, unfairness and injustice for you? Those please me very much. You’re going to learn—and maybe you’ll have to learn the hard way—that giving me pleasure, making me happy, even if it comes at your expense, is the only thing you should be concerned with. Serving me is all that matters. Do you understand that yet?”

My cock was fully hard now, bulging at the front of my slacks. Her glance downward for just a heartbeat confirmed she’d seen it too, then she gazed up at me once again. Her lips moved silently, as if she were weighing what to say next. Then she took a deep breath, her lips firming. “I think so, sir.” She closed her eyes for a moment. Then she peered up at me, the imploring, nervous note in her soulful gaze making my cock throb. “Sir, may I have a new pair of panties for my uniform? Please?”

I gave her an indulgent smile, loosening my grip in her hair but not letting go of it entirely. “Of course you may. But first we need to address your misbehavior. Don’t we?”

Her head drooped, and she nodded miserably, whispering, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’m glad to see you’re sensible about this, and about your responsibility for atoning for your wrongdoing.” I stepped back. “Get that uniform off. You may leave your bra, garters, and stockings on. For now.”

She made a tiny squeak, but pulled the outfit up and over her head, dropping it onto the couch behind her.

I drank in the gorgeous way the smoky stockings and garters framed and highlighted the dark, dense pubic hair. She had a very pretty pussy, the lips plump, well-formed, and close-seamed. Remarkably, there wasn’t a single peep of her inner labia from her slit, something I’d never encountered in a woman before.

I appreciated variety, and liked the look quite a lot.

“How does it feel standing there with your wet whore pussy on display, but everything else covered up? Feeling sheepish yet? This isshamefulbehavior, and I won’t have it in my house. Lay back on that couch.” I jabbed a finger at her. “Get those legs up, and spread them as wide as you can. I want your cunt exposed properly.”

I waited for her to comply, pleased to see she wasted no time obeying. She was tolerably and pleasantly embarrassed, her face flaming as she hoisted her long, stockinged legs into the air, then opened her thighs, splaying them until the sticky lips of her cunt opened, thick, glistening arcs of her drool draped between the bright pink inner labia, the scent of her arousal musky and strong on the air. Even her clit was visible, its deep pink tip nosing out from under her hood.

Once her legs were in position, I sat down on the couch next to her stroking along the column of her thigh, enjoying the way she shivered at my touch. “Since your pussy is what’s gotten you in trouble today, then I think it’s only fair that’s what gets punished today. Do you have a problem with that? Does that seem unfair to you?”

“No, sir,” she whispered, looking straight up at the ceiling. Her eyes were wide, her teeth nibbling her lower lip, but I sensed she wasn’t truly scared. Mostly, she was just nervous, as if dreading what I might do to her next.

She was right to worry about that.

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