(Photo/artwork provided by Charles; artist and source unknown)
Their eyes were somehow accusing. They obviously seemed to think that I mistakenly walked through a wrong door. That I didn't belong there. In their preoccupation with undressing each other they didn't even consider that I had walked through the door quite deliberately. They had no idea of the pleasures that this stranger in their doorway was going to show them. I was hired to end their bratty ways. Their fathers had no idea what their daughters were going to be doing instead. I stood there for a moment and drank in the sight of their bare breasts and long legs. All three of them jumped when I smacked the riding crop against my boot. It was not the last time the twitch of my hand would have that effect on them.
