As he opened the cupboard doors, Helen bent over and grasped her ankles. xxx The girl lowered her gaze and looked at the carpet and mumbled ‘Yes Sir’. The top fanlights were open and the scents of summer were heavy in the air. There was nothing in the dress code that made any mention of black satin thongs and lace top hold up stockings and as the action of bending over had caused the skirt to ride up Helen’s thighs it was all too obvious what indiscretions she was wearing underneath. He held the cane between his hands and flexed it into an arc and then sliced it through the air to with a sound that made Helen some fifteen feet away clench her buttocks involuntarily.
