No underwear and french maid costume

"But this is the only kind of underwear I have!" Protested Maya.

Matthew shook his head. "This won't do. You would be better off wearing nothing rather than parade around wearing these. We'll confiscate everything. From now on all of your underwear must be approved by both of us."

He pretended to think for a moment. "As for you punition... you'll do all the chores in the house." He saw that she was about to protest and cut her off. "You know it's fair." She closed her mouth, looking sullen. "And you're lucky, we have an appropriate uniform, and we'll be able to check your underwear. Now strip while I bring your uniform."

He'd bought a french maid costume a while ago, hoping to make his wife wear it to spice things up in the bedroom, but she'd refused. He'd thought it'd been money down the drain but now he was glad to have chosen the one-size-fits-all model.

When he came back his stepdaughter was standing in the hallway, in all her naked glory. He'd never been able to get more than a peek at her body, and the sight was certainly having an effect. His pants seemed to be getting tighter. Soon he promised himself, soon.

"There you go, one perfectly normal and standard maid uniform." The sexy uniform consisted of a short strapless black dress with a white frilly apron, a headress and white stockings with suspender belt. The thing was so short that even with the frilly underskirts the would be putting her naked ass on display every time she bent over, and it showed plenty of her freckled cleavage.

Seeing her still sullen expression Matthew decided to add a little on his lie. "Stop pouting, this is hardly a punition, you love doing the chores anyway."

She instantly light up, and he was glad he'd thought of that: her smile was much prettier than her frown.