I close the gap between us, still soaking in her environment. Fascinating. When I reach her, I lower to the floor, crossing my legs in front of me. It’s not as easy in my jeans as it would be if I were wearing nothing but a short dress. Lucy doesn’t even attempt to tuck it under her butt. She’s sitting on her underwear.
I’m wearing tennis shoes and a Harvard T-shirt. I look like any grad student would on a Saturday afternoon. Any grad student who didn’t masquerade as a little in her off-time.
Lucy takes the board out of the box and spreads it out between us. She smiles at me. “Go ahead and ask me anything you want. I don’t mind.” Her voice is youthful, but this is the first time today she’s said anything to indicate she’s playing a role.
I lick my lips, not sure what I want to ask, nor wanting to appear impolite. It was one thing talking to her more or less as equals in the library. It’s another thing altogether to question her lifestyle while she’s in her little space.
“Do you wear a bra?” I blurt out, keeping my voice down.
She giggles. “Nope. Daddy says I’m too young.” She rolls her eyes dramatically and leans closer, glancing toward the doorway as if confirming no one is listening. “The front of my dresses rub against my nipples though. It’s weird, and I’ve never gotten used to it.”
I nod, feeling my face heat again. “So, Master Roman chooses what you wear?”
“Yep. Everything. Including my panties.”
I watch her squirm as she folds her legs under her farther. With her knees spread open like that, if she lifted her dress an inch, I would totally see everything. And yet, she doesn’t seem to care.
When I hear the men’s voices through the open door, I draw in a breath, imagining yet again what it must be like to live Lucy’s life. I’m kind of envious. She’s loved and cared for by not just Master Roman but his staff. Anyone can see she’s happy.
I spent my actual childhood in a home like this with servants who took care of me and indulged me. As an adult though, I can’t imagine being able to turn myself over to another human being like her. It’s so far out of my realm of imagination.
Lucy seems so content, however, and I envy her relaxed nature. She’s fully at one with her lifestyle choice. Considering the fact that her childhood looked nothing like this, I can almost understand why she would want to reenact it, so to speak. She was poor and her parents ignored her. They also both died when she was young, leaving her with a grandmother who didn’t want her. Her story made me sad when she told me, but it explains why she enjoys this do-over.
I also question my own motivations. I get that everyone is different and we each have our own reasons for how we got where we are today, but my pampered childhood isn’t something I need to recreate.
For the next hour, I let Lucy’s exuberance seep into me as we play the game. She’s beating me, and I don’t even mind. It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I haven’t had a chance to relax and just enjoy a board game since some time in early high school.
Suddenly, Lucy lands on Boardwalk and squeals loudly. She immediately clamps a hand over her mouth and glances at the doorway.
In seconds Master Roman enters the room. “What did I say about keeping your voice down, blossom?” His hands are on his hips. His head cocked to one side.
“Sorry, Daddy. I landed on Boardwalk, and I got excited.”
“You interrupted us,” he points out.
I watch his expression. He’s stern, but not angry. He looks like he’s fighting another emotion. Humor maybe?
“Two choices,” he declares.
Lucy sighs.
“One, you put the game away and your playdate is over. Or two, I spank you in front of your friend and you go back to playing but with a lower voice.” He lifts a brow.
I’m stunned. I shouldn’t be. But I am. I glance at Lucy who fidgets in her spot. She opens her mouth, and for a moment I think she might argue, but then she snaps her lips closed and glances at her lap. “I don’t want Sabine to go home yet,” she murmurs.
Master Roman grabs the chair from behind the desk and rolls it over to us. He sits on it and pats his knee. “Come here, blossom.”
I can’t help but watch in total fascination as Lucy slowly rises and shuffles over to Master Roman. My face is flushed as if I were the one about to get spanked instead of Lucy. In addition, I’m aroused. Undeniably horny. And totally shocked by my reaction.
I can’t breathe as Master Roman arranges Lucy to one side of his thighs, leans her over his knees, and clasps her wrists in one large hand at the small of her back. Wetness coats my panties as he lifts her dress over her butt and tucks it under their combined hands. I’m pretty sure my heart stops entirely when he lowers her panties over her bottom.
I wince as his hand lands on her naked skin.
Lucy whimpers.
He spanks her again several times, his palm never landing in the same spot.
Lucy purses her lips and buries her face against his thigh.
I feel like I’ve slid into another dimension, and time stands still while Master Roman finishes doling out his punishment, pulls her panties back over her butt, and stands her in front of him. He sets one hand on her shoulder and lifts her chin with his other hand. “Good girl. You’ll keep your voice down now?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is soft.
“Okay. I’ll be done with my meeting soon.” He spins her around and pats her bottom, releasing her.
I watch Master Roman rise and roll the chair back toward the desk and then I
