Not doing as you are told, you need to be punished.’ My breath shortens at the prospect. His hand travels up my arm and reaches around to the faste...ing on my bra, a gentle pressure before the straps start to slide down my arms. My bra falls to the floor and my large breasts are freed to George’s gaze. His hands palm the globes whilst his lips press to my neck, then to my shoulder until his lips wrap around my left nipple. My head falls back as I push my finishers into George’s hair. ‘Fuck. And of course i still have your original instructions, Master. Nothing you send me gets deleted. And just to prove it, here's a copy of the relevant sections of the message:-When you next have a day off work I want you to go on a train journey of your choice. For this assignment you will once again wear a short (preferably pleated) skirt and a thin blouse. It goes without saying that you will not be wearing any underwear. It will be to your advantage to choose a suitably quiet journey.On this. I hated that old bitch. She lived next door and collected the rent for the landlord. She acted like she owned the Duplex though.“What in heaven’s name is all of this satanic music?” She asked my mom.“I believe this is Whitney Houston,” my mom answered with a wry grin.“These girls have next to nothing on,” Mrs. Hannigan wasn’t going to argue about the music after she noticed we were wearing nothing but sponges.“They have on more than most at the beach, and they’d be happy to wash your car next. "Come on," I puffed, "take,your clothes, off." He started to protest, so I rode over him, "I have to get all thisin the washing machine as quick as I can, okay? DON'T argue." Istaggered over and started the bathwater running. "Come on, let's go."I took another look at him. "You need to wash your hair, too." "Whhyyyyyyyy?" I glared at him like Mom used to do to me. "Because," I saidslowly and carefully, "you have mud in your hair." It worked. He just sniffled some more,.