Stacy 'takes care of' you

Anastacia looks at me peevishly when she discovers that I've been watching her masturbate in front of what were my webcam customers. I just stand there, like a doe frozen in the headlights, not able to move under her gaze.

The cam show customers see my cousin very obviously stare off-camera as she reopens the microphone, talking loud enough for me to hear outside my bedroom doorway. "It seems our dear Lucy has chosen not to answer the doorbell as instructed and was watching me instead, fellows. And she didn't even pay a fee, is that fair?" Stacy asked rhetorically, though now staring straight into the cam. "While I help her find the front door, why don't you email me some ideas on how she best be disciplined when we return. I shall try not to be long!" Stacy concludes with a winsome grin before she leaves her seat.

"You don't really mean you're going to.." I ask as she meets me in the hall.

Stacy looks a bit peeved again as she grabs my arm and pulls me toward the staircase. "I certainly do. And maybe Uncle Ken will discipline you properly as well, if the movers leave his freight lying outside because you were too busy playing with yourself to let them in!" She sneers nastily as she makes me take the steps two at a time with her.

The doorbell bongs through the house one more time. Thank God they didn't leave!

I feel Stacy push me ahead of her as we reach the cottage's small foyer. I just stand there, expecting my cousin to take the lead.

"Well? Will you answer the door already? The longer you take, the more time your customers have to think of suitably sordid punishments!" she giggles.

I sigh, knowing she is right. I reach forward to pull on the heavy inner door's handle.