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GALLERIES
"Miss Dawn, do you need a spanking?"
Of course, the only answer to that question is, "No Sire, I'll
be good."
"Good," he said, with menace in his eyes. "Now, go and
be a good girl."
When dinner was called, and we were filing into the dining room, I felt
a pair of crude hands grip against my buttocks through my emerald taffeta
dress. Quickly I gasped and turned around to find Mr. Debert right behind
me. I belong to my Master and only my Master and have permission to
do anything I please to defend myself against this kind of slight.
"Good evening, Mr Debert," I said to him coldly. He looked
at me with a liscencious glare in his eyes, as if expecting to get some
kind of reward for assaulting me.
"Bon soir, Miss Dawn," he said in his faux-francais.