Julie and Debra: a Bedtime Spanking. - Sex Stories

Julie and Debra: a Bedtime Spanking.

... looks fine. Let’s get it in there. I’ll go in first with the breakfast tray. You follow me with the coffee and the morning papers. Let’s have a quick look at you.” Debra perused Julie carefully. Julie was in a becoming soft white skirt and a pretty rose coloured top that matched her hair ribbon and gave her a fresh youthful appearance. Julie was bemused that Debra had insisted on her looking her best. She was more used to jumping into a pair of faded jeans or a tracksuit bottom and t-shirt for breakfast but that was a no-no in the Waterstone household as Debra explained. The lady needed to feast her eyes with her breakfast and liked to see her young slaves looking pretty and well turned out first thing in the morning. Her slaves were as much ornamental as anything else and as such they were expected to be suitably attractive ornaments to brighten up their Mistress’s morning. “Right you look just fine Julie. Now remember how to curtsy very slightly when you bring the coffee in. Don’t over exaggerate it or you’ll have coffee everywhere! Just a little curtsy then lay down the tray, smile and curtsy again as you wish her good morning. Once she acknowledges you then ask nicely if you can pour her coffee for her. If she wants you to hang around then do so. If she dismisses you then curtsy again, say that you hope she enjoys her breakfast and wish her good morning. Always address her as ma-am, milady or mistress. Always give her a nice smile unless she tells you off for anything at ...

... which point don’t argue just look humble and penitent. All right?” “We ‘ave gone ovver this all before Debbie!” “I’m sorry Julie! I just want you to be perfect for my Mistress! It’s so much fun having you around and helping when I have work to do! I want her to buy you! I’d love to have you as my s****r!” Julie laughed in pleasure “Come along then or ‘er breakfast’ll be gerrin’ cold!” In great delight the two girls carried their burdens to Mrs Waterstone’s boudoir where she habitually broke her fast. Balancing her tray on one arm Debra knocked at the door. A soft voice bade them enter. The lady of the house was not fully dressed. She was reclining on a stool before her dressing table in an ankle length smoky grey negligee and a pair of slippers. Julie noticed what a fine looking woman she was, tall and slim with shapely legs and a firm bosom beneath the gossamer sheath of her negligee. She was teasing at her wavy hair with a brush. “Good morning girls!” “Good morning ma-am.” they replied curtsying prettily. “Bung the trays on the table there girls. Is that the mail Debra?” “Yes ma-am.” said Debra curtsying once again. “Official looking letters for the most part ma-am but there’s a personal letter from Scotland.” “Ah that’ll be from Andrew!” Eleanor turned to look at her two young attendants with great pleasure. They looked lovely this morning and it was always a highlight for her morning’s routine to see how her young slaves dressed and carried themselves for her pleasure. It ...