“Lisa,” Dorothy said, addressing the woman. “Miss Relena will be staying over this evening. Is the guess room ready?”
“Yes madam,” Lisa answered respectfully.
“Very good.” And Dorothy breezed pass the maid with Relena in tow.
She was led up a set of stairs and into a room a short distance down the hall. Dorothy closed the door behind them, then spun Relena about and began to unbutton her jacket.
Relena had regained enough of her composure to reach out to stop Dorothy. She was surprised when Dorothy grabbed her by the shoulder, turned her, and laid some quick swats across the seat of her skirt. The slaps, though not hard, reminded her of the damp panties she wore, and caused the irritated skin to sting.

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