“The gown, Lydia,” he says, a mischievous smile growing on his face. “Remove the gown, please.”
His words startle, but by now they do not surprise me. “Must I be bare, Thomas?” I ask.
He nods as I knew he would. “Yes, my sweet thing,” he answers. “And from now on every time you question my instructions, you will earn an additional ten swats, do you understand?”
I fluster at that, nodding and reaching behind me to unfasten the detail at the back of my gown. He smiles, watching me struggle for a few moments before beckoning me over for him to help. With a firm tug the ties are loosened and I am able to slide the bodice of the gown from my skin, watching it as it pools around my slippers. I unlace the stays at my waist and turn, now totally nude save for my feet.
He eyes me like a hungry animal. “My, my,” he says as he exhales. “You are flawless.”
I blush again, feeling the heat in my face contrast with the light and tingling sensation that my limbs are experiencing.
“Come to me,” he commands sensually. “You know what is expected.”
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