If you follow this blog, you may recall I started a serial inspired by this brilliant photograph. Much to my dismay, I found the post in the WP trash, though how it ended up there is a mystery to me. It is now back, available to be read and viewed, and if you missed it the link is below the picture.
So, now, here is Part Two
“Such a naughty girl,” he whispered, his fingers gripping her upper arm as he moved her down the hallway to the outside terrace. “Why did you do such a thing?”
“I’m not sure,” she stammered, “honestly, I’m not.”
Pushing through the heavy glass doors, the cool outside air swirled gently around them, but the shiver she felt wasn’t caused by the abrupt drop in temperature.
“Remove your dress,” he said firmly.
“But, Stephan,” she protested, “there are so many people inside, and windows, they could see.”
“The punishment must fit the crime,” he scolded. “You will sit for five minutes, but your back will be to the glass. Should anyone threaten to walk out here I will intervene, and I hope you will learn your lesson. When I say no bra, it would be wiser to simply do as you’re told.”
“Do I have to?” she bleated.
“No, of course not,” he frowned, but the unspoken words carried the threat. Not a threat of great punishment, or of harm, but of the displeasure he would feel, and the implied suggestion that perhaps she didn’t wish to serve him after all.
Tentatively she slipped the dress off her shoulders, letting it drop to the ground, puddling around her feet. She stood quietly, dropping her eyes as the wave of heavy submission swept over her, and as he walked behind her, she felt the goosebumps dance across her skin.
Tracing his fingers across her shoulders, he moved them to the fastener of the unwelcome undergarment, deftly snapped it apart, then whisked it away.
“Sit on the concrete, legs apart,,” he directed, “and stay there until I give you permission to move.”
Stay Tuned For Part Three