Moonlight

Nine

After lunch, the nanny put the children to sleep. When the woman gently closed the door behind her, she saw Alice who was waiting for her.

'I need to talk to you. Please come with me.'

The woman followed Alice into her bedroom. She stood, waiting, while Alice busied herself with tidying up a few pieces, taking her time. Alice was happy to let the woman wait.

Finally, Alice sat on the bed and examined the woman before her. She was tall, with a long pale face and dark, long brown hair braided in two thick tresses that fell on each breast. She had been doing this sort of work for many years, she was probably in her forties now, and her movements were precise from practice and without artifice. She always wore long, shapeless frocks. She had been with the couple for nearly four years, and there had never been any indication of a private life. Alice had often wondered if she was a virgin.

'What does my husband do with you?'

The woman looked down, at her feet.

'Please look at me, when I talk to you.'

Alice could have said the same thing to a child. The woman looked at her.

'He touches me.'

'You let him?'

The woman nodded.

'What else?' Alice asked.

'Sometimes he kisses me – down there.'

Alice nodded. Another service provider Tom employed at five percent. And poor Tom, he couldn't use his poor flaccid dick anymore. He was an impotent drunk.

'And you like it?'

The nanny didn't dare answer the question.

'I know what he does, and you have never said anything to me. You have never complained. It's only natural that I wonder whether it's because you like that sort of stuff.'

The woman, again, didn't speak. She was awaiting the consequences of her actions and was scared she might say anything that would make her situation worse.

'Please close the door,' Alice said. 'Good, now come here. Sit next to me, here: on my right.'

The woman complied. She was taller than Alice. Alice guessed that, in a wrestling match, the woman would have easily won. But Alice was the master, and the woman wouldn't lift a finger against her.

'You need to be punished.'

The woman nodded.

'Do you understand?' Alice asked.

'Yes, I do.'

'I need you to say it.'

'Miss, I've been bad. Will you please punish me?'

'That's more like it.'

Alice put her arm around the woman's shoulder and forced her to lie with her stomach on Alice's knees. She felt two soft, heavy breasts brush her thigh. Alice noticed that the woman didn't dare offer any resistance.

Alice lifted the frock. It was of stiff, over-starched cotton. She looked at the strong, pale legs. The ass, covered by a faded pair of underwear, was muscular. There was something athletic, almost military about this woman. But, had this been the army, this woman would have been a lowly soldier taking orders, unable to disobey. Alice, she was the general.

The mistress removed the nickers that fell on the floor around the woman's ankles.

'How many times did he touch you?'