She did not know, even then, whether she could assume the shameful posture demanded. She thought of what the doctor had said about shaving, down there… about Sir Henry wanting to see, and the necessity of training his bride to show her husband her cunt and her bottom whenever he liked, just as he liked. The idea of it… the idea of what would happen to her poor bottom, already spanked so hard, if she did not obey…
Leticia gave a little sob, and began to raise her knees, picturing the view the baronet and the physician would have, of two girls in the most shameful possible position, posed next to one another upon Leticia’s own bed.
“That’s right, Miss Stewart,” said Dr. Brown. “Now, Sir Henry, would you kindly bring me a basin of water, a towel, and some soap?”
“By all means,” the baronet answered. Leticia kept her eyes tightly closed, now, wishing that she could somehow also block the inner vision that showed two naked girls with their legs spread, ready for masculine attention: for examination, for punishment, for training.
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