“Six! I’m so sorry, Sir. I’ll be good. I promise. I promise.”He didn’t answer, and she didn’t dare say another word, fearing her father wo...ld punish her further if she didn’t keep quiet.Then she felt her panties being pulled down until they hung loosely, just over her knees, and a sound over her made her aware that her father had grabbed something off the shelf beside them.“This will be a little cold, but I’ll be gentle. It won’t hurt,” he finally said.She winced when she felt his hand again,. "You mean you know someone called Anita," Arthur asked."Yes. we're very close." Oh boy! Now I understand why you're so interested in the painting. I hope that she doesn't look like the figure in the painting." She does... exactly like the painting." I had been watching Arthur closely but as our conversation continued I was becoming more convinced that he was innocent of any conniving."I bought the painting as a light-hearted diversion for you, that's all I had in mind. Let me have another look. ’ To my horror she reached her long arm across me and pulled my skirt up to reveal that I, like Sophie, was naked beneath it. ‘See – damp at the prospect.’ I pushed my skirt down. ‘Let’s play!’ I said that with more bravado than I really felt. Walking back to the car Lana slipped her arm through mine. My other arm carried the remains of the picnic. ‘If I pull your skirt up, leave it up.’ ‘Lana, I am naked under it.’ She stopped, forcing me to stop to. She looked down at me and for the first. The table was set with a platter of steaming pot roast, a salad and a basket of sliced French bread. At the sight of the food, my stomach suddenly felt empty. We both dug in with gusto. I guess we must have burned a few calories that afternoon. We talked normally while we ate, Master doesn't seem to like to play games while engaging in the serious business of eating.We sat for a while talking about work, I think, while sipping wine and nibbling on gravy soaked bread. I finished my wine and.