But my brain was coming toterms with my purple bra, panties and slip, and the French Maid's outfitI was wearing. My thoughts were instead focused on ...how flat chested Ilooked and my face.I reached for my "fire down below" lipstick, carefully applied it to mybottom lip before puckering my lips and smiling at myself. It was ashame none of the girls had brought a boyfriend round for me to flirtwith I thought. My face looked better now.As I was putting on my lipstick I saw Jordan come into the. He had also arranged for the walls to be painted and forcarpeting in the rooms. He even arranged for new furniture in Lydia'sroom. Timmy was in complete control over both of their lives.They moved into the new apartment and Lydia went to her room and saw allthe new furniture. She didn't like it, she thought she was going to usethe old furniture. She had a fit. Timmy told her this was the way itwas going to be and he said something for the first time that he wouldsay over and over. "Do. “Lift your skirt up, please,” he said again. I heard the sighs from Ms. Mahoney and guidance counselor as I pulled up my skirt. I bent over the desk and gripped it tightly. He picked up the paddle and placed his hand on the small of my back as he paddled my bare behind in front of everyone. He gave me about ten strokes at a time. It was both humiliating and exciting. I felt my sexual arousing growing with each stroke of the paddle He paused, then resumed with another ten strokes. I was facing. "Miss Juan Olivera?" Yes Miss Primrose!" a dark haired young man with a deep tanned complexion and Latin toned voice besides him stepped forward."Miss Dennis Trewick?" Miss Primrose finally called."Yes Miss Primrose," he answered eagerly. Instantly his male voice wanted to know why he was letting himself become embroiled in this madness, he was a man and no man could want this to happen to him. "Now then girls, in future when I call your name, ask you to perform a duty or dismiss you, you will.