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Something was happening back there, at the small of her back, where the waistband of the lace panties held Cindy in its elastic grip: the attendant Jim had sent was fixing something, or arranging something. . .
"What are you doing?" Cindy asked.
The attendant didn't answer, at first.
"What are you doing?!"
The attendant stopped tying the bow, to give Cindy a hard spank across both cheeks, just where the little thong disappeared into the bridal bottom. Cindy cried out at the sting, and at the terrible indignity of the whole affair.
She couldn't believe that Jim had actually decided that she should have to wear these shameful things to be married in, that he had sent these attendants to get her ready. When they had arrived, she had called him to protest, but he had said, "Yes, Cindy--you agreed to wear whatever I want you to wear, remember? Just like you agreed that you would learn to please me with your body. Those attendants are there to get you ready to be my wife, and to serve me in my bed."
The attendant spanked her three more times, then said, "I'm tying a little bow here, to make your bottom a gift for the man who will enjoy it tonight."
"Oh, no," whispered Cindy, imagining what it looked like. In front of her, the older woman, the seamstress who had seemed so proper, who had come to lay out the sheer gown Jim had chosen, looked her in the eye, and said, "Such a pretty little bottom, dear. I'm sure he'll ride you hard there tonight."