As her eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark, rising darkness blotted out even the wan cones of light in the distance. His voice was low and menacing when he asked, “What did you say, princess?”
“It’s too dark! You can’t even see my boots. I might as well pull them off.”
His voice was a sinister snarl. “Is that how you’re supposed to answer me?”
She laughed. “Oops.”
“Maybe you are a brat. Stand up.”
Colleen flipped over and struggled on the bed, which was higher than she’d thought. Her stiletto-heeled boots were kind of stiff where they covered her knees, and it took some effort to scoot off the side of the bed and stand.
When she turned around, Twist had moved a few yards away and was sitting on his throne-chair in the downlight again, his knees spread and hands on his knees. “Come here.”
She walked over. “Yeah?”
“What are you allowed to say?”
“Yes, please, and yes, sir,” Colleen repeated.
“And what did you say?”
“I was just saying that you can’t even see my—”
“And that’s where you made your mistake.”
“—Oh.”
“I won’t have a disobedient sub. I like littles and good girls. I break brats.”
New vocabulary, but okay. When he said sub, she didn’t think he meant a sandwich or an underwater vehicle, but she’d just go along with it.
Twist said, “Across my knees.”
Colleen spun around and started to back up, positioning herself to sit on his lap.
His huge hands clasped her hips and gently turned her. “Oh, no, princess. Lie down, ass up.”
And then Colleen got it.
And just like she had for the first twenty years of her life and because the other options terrified her, she went along with it because she didn’t want to get thrown out.
Colleen bent her knees a little and lowered herself across his lap with her ass in the air.
He said, “Pull your skirt up.”
Colleen reached around to the back of her thighs and flipped the royal-blue swishy skirt and crinoline up across her back.
“Panties down.”
Colleen hooked her thumbs in the side of her lacy white panties and pushed them down her thighs, tugging them over the tops of her boots until they reached her knees, leaving her ass bare.
She wasn’t quite sure where to put her arms, so she just let them dangle by the sides of Twist’s legs. As she was staring at the floor with her head hanging, she noticed that Twist’s pant leg had ridden up above his shined dress shoe, and his thin sock was as scarlet as the silk on the back of his vest.
She bet his suit jacket had a matching red silk pocket square and lining, too. Maybe there was even a red tie lying around somewhere.
His voice was low but less sinister when he said, “You should relax.”
Touch on her butt!
