No way

Adam makes his way back to Nathalie's room, feeling glum.

Outside her room he opens the old chest of drawers to retrieve Lady Chapman's panties and nightdress.

Empty!

His jaw drops.

What the hell....?

He roots through the papers and the files, but the clothing he hid there only an hour ago has gone.

Nathalie.

That bitch! She must have been watching me!

Adam pushes open Nathalie's door and walks in without knocking. Nathalie is sat in her reclining leather chair with her legs curled up under her and the book on Vikings open on her lap. She has lit a fire in the hearth, which cackles and spits. She looks up as he enters and smiles.

"Ah back so soon. Did you get my text? I'm ready for your forfeit." She smiles knowingly and nods at the bed, where the girl's school uniform and blue panties are laid out neatly.

"Did you take the stuff from the drawers?"

Nathalie yawns and stretches, her white dress strething tightly with the curves of her lithe body. "What are you on about?"

"I'd stashed your mum's clothes in the drawers outside. You took them!"

Nathalie laughs. "Yeah, right! As if I'm following you around the place. You've just turned up empty handed, as I knew you would, with a load of excuses like normal. You were always going to bottle it."

She puts the book aside and smooths her dress over her lap, still smiling. She pats her knee meaningfully.

"Now, if you wouldn't mind getting changed, there's just the question of the forfeit. Spanked like a little girl in a school uniform, yes? I'm so looking forward to this."

Adam feels his face flush and his cock harden slightly.

"I had all night. That was the deal. I'm not done yet."

"You're just putting off the inevitable," Nathalie smirks. "I know how much you're looking forward to it." She casts her eyes down to his crotch meaningfully. "Are you excited about the uniform or the spanking? I can't tell."

"We'll see who gets spanked. Wait right here," Adam grimaces and slipped out the room.

Back to square one.

But there's no way Nathalie is going to beat him. Not whilst he can still try.

At least I know the lay of the land, he thinks, and sets back up the corridor towards Lady Chapman's room again.

And I know she has another nightdress.

And I know she's tied up and not likely to intervene.

All I need to do is avoid being caught, he thinks.

But he knows deep down that he's pushing his luck going into the room a second time.