Mr. Rogerson’s bed

The room was well appointed, but it was clear that it was lived in. The bed hadn’t been made and the closet was full. She felt Mr. Rogerson behind her, cupping her ass.

“Go on. You’ll be sleeping here.”

“But… this must be your room.”

“Exactly, I need to mentor you at all times, Stephie.”

Stephie opened her mouth but closed it soon after. She walked into the room and surveyed it. There was certainly no room for her things… if she had any, she reminded herself. What expectation did he have for her here?

“Strip. We can’t have you going to bed in your street clothes.”

“But I’ll be naked.”

“And that’s how you’ll be from now on. You didn’t need your things because you won’t be needing anything at all.”

Stephie looked at him in horror. Nothing? Nothing at all?

“What if someone comes to visit?”

“You’ll find out in due time, won’t you.” There was something in his voice that made this sound like a threat.

Stephie complied with his orders. She took her clothes off as he watched, pausing at her underwear, checking to be sure he really meant all of her clothes. Before long, she stood totally naked in front of a family friend she’d known for years.

“Very good.” She blushed as he walked around her, appraising her eighteen year old body. Her ass was still red from her spanking and he seemed to appreciate his work. “Very good. I’ll come to bed later, but it’s important for you to get your rest.”

Mr. Rogerson turned and left, leaving Stephie alone in his (now their) room. She looked at the clearly lived in bed and was disgusted. He hadn’t even had the decency to clean for her? The thought ‘What if he expects me to do it?’ crossed her mind. But for now he hadn’t ordered it, so she shivered and climbed into his king sized bed, picking the side that seemed less slept on.

She laid down under the covers, staring up at the ceiling and began to softly cry. Why had her parents done this to her? Why had they picked Mr. Rogerson? She felt truly alone and **** as she drifted off to a fitful sleep.