I threw on a blue jean skirt, which was barely school appropriate, and a nice yellow tank top, which also had to be school appropriate. Upon getting ...dressed, and idea popped into my head. This certain idea was prevalent before but was never exercised. I decided that I was going to wear a skirt with no underwear underneath. I pulled the panties off that I had placed on before and out them away. I headed downstairs to get breakfast. Even though I was sure no body could see up my skirt, I felt. “Congratulations, you win getting squeaked later. Isabel ... um ... I’m sorry, but in the interests of the Commonwealth, I’m not letting any of your robots out of here. Not with this programming in them.”She looked sad, but nodded. “I understand. It’s just too dangerous. Damn. I’ve got more than thirty groups all ready to go, too. Now what, do I just scrap them?”Curie said, “Madam, could they be re-purposed? Just as a Mister Handy could be made into a Nurse Handy? Something where they could be. ." Maybe not, but things are apparently well along..." Nora recognized the stuff on hangers going in the door. "Let's go in." You sure?" Daddy SAYS you're welcome. No time like the present to see if he's serious..." Nora opened her door.Nate got out and looked around, just as a dapper individual in a grey uniform appeared. "Good evening, Sir." Uh, hi. You want me to move?" Not necessary, Sir. If you'll just give me the keys, I'll move it to the garage." Uh, okay." Nate, nonplussed, handed over. After a few moments he returned to tugging on the jeans, this time to remove them. Followed by the rest of her clothing. Then suddenly he pulled her across his lap, face down. As she lay face down in his lap, she started think think of what would happen. From previous "spankings" she knew she could expect anything, from just a light cursory slapping, to full, cheek reddening hits with a brush. She hoped it would be the first and not the second, though she remembered how he "made up" to her.