Most Definitely

"Oh, come on," says Nathalie again when they're in the room. She folds her arms across her chest. "You're not really going to make me do this... are you?"

Adam sits down on the comfortable chair she was using earlier in the night and picks the Vikings book up from the floor.

He looks over at the school uniform folded in the bed. Neatly folded out are a pair of knee high white socks, a plaid dress, and a pair of baby blue panties and matching bra.

Cute, he thinks to himself with a smile. Very cute. There's no way he's passing up on this!

"Go and get changed," he says. "And get ready for a spanking!"

Nathalie sighs exaggeratedly but with good natured acceptance. Then she picks up the clothes and slips into the en-suite bathroom.

Adam reads the back of the Vikings book. It sounds like it's a strange mix of blood, **** and early international trade. He opens up a random page about Iceland and reads a few paragraphs before getting bored and setting it aside. Then he idly opens one of Nathalie's drawers, and then, almost from **** of habit, finds himself exploring her cupboards until he has tracked down her panty drawer and found a white nightdress in her cupboard. Nice, he thinks. Better to be prepared!

He wonders briefly what is going on upstairs in Lady Chapman's room and then firmly puts the thought to the back of his mind.

Another five minutes pass. He's about to check on Nathalie when the bathroom door opens and she finally steps out. She looks gorgeous. The loose plaid school dress is tied tightly around her slender waist and stops at her knees, where her white socks hug her shapely legs. She looks much younger in it somehow.

She's a little red in the face and sheepish, but she gives him a little spin. The dress flutters around her legs and he sees the tops of her socks.

Perfect, Adam thinks, his boner growing in his trousers.

"Ready for your spanking?"

She nods reluctantly. "How do you want me?"