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Ana froze, her panties were still hanging around her knees. She knew she was caught, not knowing how long Christian had been standing there. He closed the door behind

him as he slowly stalked toward her. "Oh, please. Don't let me interrupt." He gestured his hand through the air. "Please continue as if I weren't even here." Ana still didn't

move. "After all, thats what you were doing wasn't it? Pretending as if I weren't even a few rooms away from you." He laughed at the thought, but the mirth wasn't

overlooked in it. Ana didn't know what to do. She bit her bottom lip as he approached her. Shaking his head at her he leaned over where she laid, "Do you honestly think I

don't have monitors set up in here? I watched the entire thing from my office."

Anas eyes bugged out and she looked around the room, trying to see hidden cameras but his eyes staring at her made her look back at him.

Christian stood up and folded his arms over his chest as he looked at her, "I have a lot to deal with today Anastasia, and as much as I'd love for one of those things to be

punishing you, I really don't have time right now."

A sigh of relief left Ana and she relaxed a bit on the pillows under her. Christian clucked his tongue at her though, "Uh uh. You're still in trouble." His hand reached out quickly

and he grabbed her panties, pulling them the rest of the way off her legs. Ana barely had time to register what he was doing, and saw them disappear into the pocket of his

suit jacket.

He turned around and started out the door, "Come," was all he said.

She stood up, feeling weird without her panties, but followed him down the hall. On the way Gail passed them, with an arm full of clean shirts she was going to hang in

Christian closet. She smiled sweetly at Ana, who's face turned red and she bowed her head. There was obviously no way of her knowing that Ana had no panties on but she

was still embarrassed.

Christian started down the stairs and made a turn at the bottom. Ana swallowed as she knew just where they were going. She paused mid-step then forced herself to

continue, thinking to herself that it hadn't been too bad so far. Of course...Christian had told her he was going to ease her into this....

"Ana,"

She jumped as Christian called her name from the playroom doorway. He had already unlocked it and was waiting rather impatiently. Ana walked over to him and he stepped

out of the way so she could walk inside. No matter how many times she was in here, she'd never get use to it. It all just seemed so intimidating. Christian didn't seem to

notice as he walked over to a small cubby the was by one of the walls with the wracks of canes. He opened it and pulled out what looked like a pair of panties.

His dark eyes looked up at her and he looked tense. "Come over here Anastasia," he commanded, as he held the delicate material in his hands. She walked over to him

confused as to why he made her take off her own panties just to put these ones on. Of course if they were in here then she knew it wasn't just that simple. He held them out

to her, "Put these on."

Ana took them. It was a black Lacey thong. That was it. She stood there trying to figure out what the catch was but Christian wasn't in the mood, "Put them on," he grumbled