It made her blush, but Manuela couldn't deny that the innocent floral sleepwear set, with the brief shirt and the cute panties, had a special effect on her. She was supposed to be doing the laundry; the sheets were off the bed, and she was about to bring them to the washing-machine, but as she was shifting the bundle in her arms she felt the light cotton of the shirt brush across her nipples, and she looked down at herself and was suddenly startled to see how naughty she looked--a grown woman in these little-girlish things.
Her hand, almost of its own accord, found out the front of the cute flowered panties with its fingertips, and she drew a sharp breath when she felt how bare she was under those panties—Raul had told her only the week before that he wanted her to shave between her legs for him, and she wasn't yet used to the feeling.
She dropped the laundry. She was about to give in, and she had pulled her panties down to her knees, and begun to soothe the gathering moisture up and down the tender lips, but then she stopped herself from indulging her naughtiness, just in time, feeling guilty in that obscure way she always did, not wanting to be a bad girl. Instead, frustrated, she pulled her panties up, and stood, hesitating for a few moments, looking at the pile of laundry on the floor, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
She threw herself across the bare mattress, with her hands in front of her, thinking about what Raul liked to do when he found her touching herself, how he was teaching her about her need for discipline, and above all for the feeling of his firm hand on her bottom. She thought of how, after a spanking, he would lay her down just as she was now lying, and, without removing her lingerie--the more innocent the better--enjoy her from behind to his heart's content, all the while murmuring, "Such a good girl. . . such a good girl to let your master do something so grown-up."
The door opened, and, startled, she turned to see Raul entering the room, a broad smile on his face.
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