“Let’s not be noisy about this, we would not want the maid to find out what is going on,” Dorothy told her in a simple, no nonsense tone.
Relena let her arms drop to her side, not about to fight. She had been cowed by the threat of exposure, and also, not that she wanted to admit it, the spanking.
“That’s better,” Dorothy told her as she took the jacket off of the unresisting Relena and tossed it to the side.
Next she undid the side zipper of the skirt, letting it fall to a pile of material at Relena’s feet. She stood back and stated at her. Relena felt her face grow warm. The dampness of her stockings was more obvious, and the tails of the blouse were stained yellow by urine.

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