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"Mr Carter!" Grace squeaks as she whirls to face you, her lithe body glowing in the afternoon light shining through the window. She doesn't look at all alarmed you realise, but she certainly looks dismayed.

"I wanted to have this finished before you came back," she says sadly, stepping off the bed and putting the paintbrush down. "I unpacked your things and put them away, and I got some paint to fix what I did. I'm so sorry it wasn't done before you got here."

You look at her, struck speechless by her naked beauty and the honest remorse in her face. She bites her lip, her eyes wide and glistening at you. She turns and puts her hands on the bed, arching her back to raise her pretty rump.

"You can paddle me for not finishing in time," she says, looking back at you. "I deserve it, Mr. Carter."