In
a tone that seemed to cause her whole body to lightly shiver Mr. Edwards began
explaining that all occupants of The Quarter House have never been, and will
never be, allowed to wear blue jeans except in the performance of specific
assigned outdoor duties. It was then, as
she was wrapping her head around what he had just said, that she heard him tell
her to unbuckle and lower her pants.
Suddenly
and without warning LeAnne began feeling her face blush. To her it wasn't so much the act of pulling
her blue jeans down. It was more the
fact that, of all days, she chose to not wear any panties. She liked not wearing them. It gave her a sense of freedom. Not to mention excitement knowing that she
was dressed, or not fully dressed, that way.
Like an old computer with the spools and flashing buttons LeAnne's brain
began piecing together the events of the day.
There wasn't a person on the Estate that she knew. Her parents kept her phone so she couldn't
call anyone. For a millisecond she
thought of bolting out of the room but where would she go? She didn't have a clue as to where she
actually was either.
Without
thinking, her hands seemed to have a mind of their own and made their way to
the top button of her jeans. Perhaps the
thing to do was to simply stop thinking about it and just do it. In the end she thought, "What could
happen. I'd be embarrassed, he would be
embarrassed and he would tell me to pull them back up." She placed her thumbs on each side of her
jeans waistband and slowly pulled her skin tight pants down. She had to admit to herself there was an
excitement to it all. Here was man she'd
never met before ordering her to do something she would have never dreamed of
doing. She felt vulnerable and safe at
the same time. After all Ms. Bell was
downstairs. Then came another
thought. She certainly wouldn't be the
first young woman to show up in blue jeans so her mind accepted the idea that
this must have happened to many other girls before her.
There was a peaceful
excitement now, as her jeans were pulled
down to her thighs. Still no response
from Mr. Edwards either. This must be
what he wanted? He would have said
something if it wasn't, right? What
would be next?
Now,
with her pants to her knees she was fully exposed and it was obvious she hadn't
been wearing panties. Mr. Edwards was
calm and collected as his reaction to her unveiling seemed routine and
ordinary. LeAnne began to consider the
idea that this had indeed happened before, with other young women just
arriving, and this was now, for her, an unrehearsed scenario played out many
time before. If so, and this was just
the first act, what was next? The stage
was set but for what? The unknown was
exciting and scary at the same time. In
truth, what was happening now could never have been dreamed of when she stepped
foot on the train platform less than an hour ago.
She
wanted so badly to know the plot and how her character's fate would
conclude. There was an undeniable
sereneness about her surrendering to his authority. It allowed her mind to accept standing there
in front of a man, exposed and vulnerable, without feeling shame or
humiliation. Still, she could not help
but wonder what would be next. Would she
find herself stand totally naked in front of him?
Finally,
through what seemed like hours but in reality was only minutes, a response and
reaction came from Mr. Edwards. First
came the scolding for wearing jeans and all the reasons why it was in the
Quarter House Rules. She had never heard
it before but as she stood there exposed the rules seemed more than reasonable. The idea of the rules being archaic and out
dated was irrelevant since she was standing there with her jeans to her knees
and fully unveiled anyway. She would never
have done this, or allowed it to happen before, but somehow this was
different. This was new, it was
different, my god it was exciting in fact.
She had never been scolded like this and even though one might think it
was unfair, because she had no idea of any requirements beforehand, LeAnne
began to consider the idea of some penalty for her infraction. Mr. Edwards asked LeAnne if she understood
the rules regarding her wearing jeans and with more of a reflex response she
gave a node indicating that she did. In
fact, she now had an insatiable desire to just take them completely off but of
course didn't because there was still the thought that at any moment she would
be ordered to pull them back up and button them.
There
was no indication Mr. Edwards would be standing up and when he did LeAnne's
body froze in anticipation. She could
imagine a great many things but decided to let her mind go blank instead. All she could hear in the room was his voice
ordering her to lean forward and place her hands on top of the table. She had no clue that this is how it was
done. Since the beginning of Quarter
House every young woman started her occupancy this way. The key with every woman, young or old, is to
establish authority and discover her willingness to submit to it. With LeAnne there was a willingness in part
because of the "unknown" factor.
Another reason was the thrill of exploration. She hadn't been told what was happening next
but she could make a very good educated guess.
As she rationalized it she could accept a spanking for a wide variety of
reasons known only to her.
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