Later

Mrs. Winthrop wrapped her arms around Mindy's waist.

"Mindy I could almost fuck you right now, the sexual tension here's so thick you could cut it with a knife... but it's already past my bedtime. I stayed up to check up on you. Good thing I did. Now are you going to be a good little girl?"

"Yes, Sally."

"Good."

"Now. Go. To. The. Cleaning. Room. And. Wash. That. Statue!" said Mrs. Winthrop, following every word with a good slap on Mindy's buttocks, Mindy crying with most of the slaps, but also laughing a little.

"and here's ten more for good measure!"

The swings were powerful enough to caused Mindy's breasts to jiggle each time.

"Now is that enough for you?"

"Yes, Sally," Mindy whimpered.

"That's good. I like pretty girls who like to be spanked."

"Now, use the jug that we labelled for the statues," and while walking away from Mindy, added, "and remember my rules!"

"Yes, Sally."

Sally rubbed her buttocks a bit. She was spanked before, but only a few times by a guy while having sex or when she was clothed: very rarely this much, and never while she was naked by a clothed woman, nor one who was her boss.

So she did what Sally ordered. Two buckets: one for washing, one for rinsing; mix water with the cleaner as per instructions. She carried the buckets and basket of rags, sponges, and brushes to the museum.

She turned the lights on. Such only enhanced her sensation of being naked.

She didn't quite know what six meters were, so to make sure, she figured six paces.

She got on her knees. Both legs down if both arms up. She moved the washbucket. Then she went to get the rinse bucket, knees as far apart as practically possible to make sure she conformed to the 40 cm rule, of course her genitalia well in view of Mr. Winthrop. Crawling on the base of the statue to wash it was a bit weird, but she managed. Still, her breasts rubbed it/him a few times. She was so temped to press them into the statue, but she didn't want to get into trouble again.

It was also getting a little creepy, though not too creepy, and certainly not as bad as paintings where the subject faces the viewer: this was less the case of three dimensions. Still at one angle "he" "saw" her, and who knows if he might become animated.

On the other hand, such was silly to dwell on. It's a statue, made of marble, nothing to be feared. She intended no offense, did no damage: in fact she admired its beauty, he was handsome, and Mrs. Winthrop told her to wash it/him. Mrs Windthrop might be a bit weird—certainly a perv—but she seemed benigh enough and would unlikely do something that would harm her, and Mrs. Winthrop likely knew the real Mr. Winthrop and what he likely would have wanted.

Still to be sure, she talked to the statue.

"Mister Winthrop. I'm sorry about what I did. I didn't mean to offend or disrepect you. It's just that you're so handsome and it's been so long that I had a real man and...," at this point even she knew that she was beginning to sound ridiculous. Still she continued, "and Sally, Missus Winthrop, but she told me to call her Sally, told me that I was supposed to wash you, and to crawl when I'm six meters from you, and...," She reiterated the rules Mrs. Winthrop told her.

"I hope you're not mad at me. I hope you will be happy with me."

The statue, of course, maintained its static expression. Mindy somewhat took it for a lack of objection on its/his part.

When it came to washing the statue's penis, that was a bit of a challange. She reiterated to the statue that she didn't want to disrespect it, but she couldn't help herself to at least enjoy it as he was so handsome, and so was his erect penis..., The weird conversation-of-sorts went on: she wanted to respect him and his penis, but oh, did she crave it too.

"Oh shut up, Mindy! You're talking like an idiot!" Mindy thought to herself.

She started to wash the phallus. She was very tempted to fellate it, to at least give it a few licks (but didn't). She remembered doing so, and smiled.

Eventually she finished the statue and platform, and given that one of the jobs was to wash the floor, she did that too, again, observing the rules Mrs. Winthrop set.

For a few 10s of minutes, she was either on her knees, or on all fours, her breasts often swinging like pendulums.

While she was scrubbing with her back to the statue, and knees apart as per the rules, she was tempted to pleasure herself. She was sure that Mr. Winthrop wouldn't mind, but she dared not, at least not tonight.

Maybe she'd ask Mrs. Winthrop if she could: "Sally, when I'm washing the floor, is it okay if I masturbated in the presence of Mister Winthrop?"

Mindy wasn't quite ready to ask Missus Winthrop that!

Still the temptation was great and, aside from not wanting to break Mrs. Winthrop rules and endangering her employment, the fear of being considered a slut in this instance was waning: it would be a sign of respect for Mr. Winthrop.

Eventually she finished her chores. Despite the extra work, she was done by 4:30 AM—with lots of remaining time before her shift ended.