“We live in Hasp which is a bit more than six days away.”“Hasp?” Yren tested the word in his mouth. “I’ve not heard of it.”“I’d be s...rprised if you had,” Ardt admitted. “It’s only a small village – though it does have a certain reputation.”“We’ve a retired Queen’s Knight who makes Hasp his home,” Elva explained. “Sir Givens. He’s opened a training center just outside of the village. A great number of nobles send their children to learn swords and shields from him. I’m told the Queen and King. I gulped some water from the jug and tried to scribble some career advice on a piece of paper. She tried to see what I was writing by bending on my table and gosh….I got full view of the fairest pair of melons in the world. I felt the pressure of 10 thousand tons in my groin, my jeans were about to be torn apart to make way for my rock solid shaft. She again noticed, gave a smile, but didn’t adjust her position. I sighed and gave her some tips on pursuing higher education and asked her to visit. “What’s that look for? Not what you expected? Well, I’m sorry, being my maid is going to be hard work. You won’t have time to mince around looking feminine in something frilly. Just put it on. No, for heaven’s sake, don’t be stupid. The zip goes at the back. That’s better. There, it’s a reasonable fit. I’m a good judge aren’t I? Now the apron. Yes you do. Don’t even think about arguing. Do you want me to get the ball gag again? And the paddle? No? I didn’t think you would. So, put it on. It’s. "As you are now dressed like a baby in your nappy and pretty baby clothes, I might as well treat you like one" she announced "crawl through to the spare bedroom I have a surprise for my litttle baby girl"She laughed at my frilly nappied behind bulging from underneath my nightie as I crawled. The spare bedroom had been re-decorated, she had turned it into a pastel pink nursery, dominating the centre of the room stood a large pink wooden barred cot. "You will not be sleeping in my bed any more.".