He did not speak when he walked in, and his silence only unnerved Ellie more. Was he staring at her? She imagined his gaze trained on her bottom. She squeezed her thighs together even more tightly.
“Ellie, look at me.”
She turned her head slowly and tried not to gasp at what she saw. He was holding a cane. Ellie had been steeling herself for the broad, burning swat of his hand. But this was something different, another unknown. What he said next only increased her anxiety.
“Lower your panties, Ellie.”
She stared at him from over her shoulder. “M-my panties?” The words were barely audible. “Oh, please… no.”
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