I went to the back door, introduced myself to the rotund cook and asked if the mistress of the house was receiving. The cook gave me a wide smile. "Sp...ct she mout be," she said, looking me over carefully. "Come along." She led me down a narrow corridor and slid back a door. "Miz Amelia," she said, as if they were kin, "This here big farmer say he wan' t'see you. Ast was you receivin'." She chuckled and disappeared.Amelia looked up from the book she was reading at an open window, squinted,. "I've never been more certain of anything." I'm done with waiting for this.He reached down hesitantly to grasp the hem of the long tunic, brushing my knee lightly, making me squirm. With one last questioning look, he lifted and I raised my arms further, turning the tunic inside-out as he pulled it over my head. My hair tumbled down around my face as it pulled through the opening, and it took me a moment to brush it out of my eyes. Vision unimpeded again, I glanced up to see Alistair staring at. She pulled out another bra and quickly slipped her arms through the straps and expertly hooked it in the back. It was a push-up bra, the balconette style that many call a shelf bra. I was an expert in such matters, I loved studying the subject of women’s undergarments, and yes I did a bit of cross dressing.For me it was a feeling of intimacy when I would try on Cara’s lingerie. We were about the same size so most of her things fit my body, although I needed to stuff the bra cups with her. ’ Anya blushed. ‘you did, Sir. I am sorry Sir. I will do it now.’ ‘Too late… too late.’ I patted my knee. ‘Come here.’ She knew immediately what was in store for her, and laid down across my lap, still naked, and presenting her bottom for a spanking. I let my fingertips play across the smooth skin of her bottom, which made her moan in delight and anticipation. Finally, and very quickly, I raised my hand and slapped her ass hard. Looking down I could see the outline of my handprint on her ass..