Exposed - second try

He opened the welcoming red door for her, and she stepped through the doorway and into a large, open black and white tiled entrance. It was a charming, old country house, and she loved everything about it, from the old eucalyptus trees that lined the long driveway up to the front door; to the floral print on the curtains on either side of the Victorian windows.

He carried a small piece of luggage in one hand and placed it down by an antique wooden chair. A moment later, a woman with a full apron appeared, her hair tied in a bun. She seemed to be expecting the couple and greeted them warmly.

“Ah! Mr Stephens? And, this must be Annabel. Welcome! Come this way.”

The man took the girl by the hand and together they followed the woman down a corridor and into a sun lit room, lined with bookcases. A middle aged man, rather weathered but distinguished, was sitting at a very large desk and he rose to great the couple.

“Mr. Stephens, how good to see you again!”

“Good afternoon. May I present, Annabel. Annabel, this is Mr. Jamieson. You will call him 'Sir.'”

"You have a lovely farm, Sir."

“I am delighted to meet you, my dear. I think you will find the farm very much to your liking. Please, have a seat over by the fire, where we can chat.”

He led the couple over to the small couch facing the fire, and he sat at a chair next to the fire.”

He smiled at the girl, and then said,

“Annabel, dear, you understand why you are here?”

“Yes Sir.”

“And, you come of your own free will?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He turned now to talk directly to the man who had brought her here.

“Mr. Stepehens, about the training . I think we may have to allow at least four weeks.”

“I understand. These things take time. Don't rush it.”

“Very good.”

He turned again to Annabel.

“My dear, I’m sure you have been given some details about your stay. You do understand what is to be done?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Yes. And, you have been told of my disciplinary policy?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Would you tell me please what the policy is, in your own words?”

“Any disobedience will be punished, Sir.”

“That’s right, my dear.”

It was at this moment that Annabel turned her head slightly and noticed the cupboard on the wall behind him. Behind the glass doors, next to two shotguns were three thin canes. She shivered.

“Annabel understands that she must comply with all your instructions. She is a good girl and a dear little thing, really. She understands that, if necessary, you have my consent to correct her.”

“All right, then. We understand one another.”

Again, he turned to his attention to the girl.

“Very well. Annabel, be a good girl and spread yourself across the desk, please.”

The young girl rose tentatively and walked towards the desk; bent over and held the furthest edge of the desk with the tips of her fingers. A few moments later, both men approached her, and Mr.Stephens lifted her skirt over her back to reveal her ample, white buttocks. It was Mr. Jamieson who parted her cheeks and inspected her closely.

“I foresee no difficulty."

The two men returned to the fire to discuss the details of her training, whilst she remained as they had left her; exposed.