When I woke in the morning it was early and Yvonne was still coiled into a ball and fast asleep. I watched her for a while but then decided to get up. I put on a bath robe and headed down to the kitchen. I made coffee and sat at the rustic table and thought over the happenings of the past couple of days. I began to wonder how far I could push Yvonne. I had to go carefully as the last thing I wanted was to lose her. For a start she had already proved herself more than useful in the office and I knew that I couldn't let my other desires distract me from that. I would need to be disciplined.
To which end I had to think about work and it was beginning to get late, so I got up and returned upstairs. I shook Yvonne until her eyes opened reluctantly. I stripped back the covers leaving her naked and exposed.
"Its getting late and we have work to do," I told her sternly, "there's coffee downstairs in the kitchen. I expect you down there in two minutes. Turn left at the bottom of the stairs," I added as an afterthought. I knew it was easy to get lost among the jumble of rooms.
I walked out and went back down. To give her credit it was certainly less than five minutes before she showed up. She was holding a sheet swaddled round her, but I tugged it away from her before pouring her a coffee. I pointed at a chair and she sat down cradling the cup in her hands.
"You'll wear clothes when I say you can," I said, laying down a new rule.
She gazed into her cup and said nothing but seemed to accept her new role without question. I studied her for a while from the other end of the table. In the cold light of morning I saw nothing to change my mind about her. She was undeniably pretty in a youthful way and had the air of someone who would grow into beauty slowly over time despite the fact that, at that moment, she looked unkempt and dishevelled.
I stood up and announced, "I'm going for a shower. You can have one when I come back. Enjoy your coffee."
I left her there and went and freshened myself under the shower. I took some time selecting a suitable outfit for the office. I had two important clients coming today, one for a wedding reception and another for a wake and I wanted to impress both of them. When I went back down, she was still sat as I'd left her.
"Come on, girl," I said, making her jump, "time for your shower. We'll sort out something for you to wear on the way."
I walked away, and she padded along behind me until I stopped by the front door. I opened it and the sun streamed in. I held out the car keys to her and she looked bemused.
"All the clothes we bought yesterday are in the car," I reminded her, "go and get them for me and we can decide what you'll wear today." When she hesitated, I scowled at her. "Do I have to say everything twice? Its either that or you travel as you are, and we dress you in the office. Your choice!"
She grabbed the keys from my hand and ran to the car, fumbling with the lock. I knew that, as long as no one chose that moment to visit me, she would be safe from prying eyes, but I enjoyed her nervousness. She came running back laden with bags and stood breathless as I shut the front door. She followed me back up the stairs and into the bedroom. I gestured for her to put the bags on the bed and then led her into the en-suite. She looked gratefully at the shower and then seemed resigned to my staying and watching her. She seemed to delight in using some of my high-end toiletries and I smiled when she coyly turned her back to wash some parts of herself. As she dried herself, I went back into the bedroom and began to root through all the bags, laying stuff neatly out on the bed. When she came back in, I was pleased to see she came without a towel and she looked prettily scrubbed and pink.
"I think we'll go for the electric blue today," I informed her, "with the pale blue top. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Miss."
I handed her the electric blue lingerie set. It was less see-through than yesterday's which still lingered as two discarded scraps on the floor. I would set her to cleaning up later, I thought to myself. She gratefully started to dress herself. The thong, although less flimsy, was about as small as it could be and as it went on I noticed the beginnings of stubble around her pussy. Yet another thing to take care of later. I made her stop for a moment after she had put on the bra and asked her to give me a twirl. She did so without a murmur. She looked stunning and I hoped she'd have a good effect on my clients later that day. I passed her the pale blouse. I was right. It hid virtually nothing of her underwear.
"We'll start off with 'cute and sexy' but we may go up or down from there."
This time she smiled at me as she fastened only the bottom two buttons. Luckily, I'd bought a second skirt as the other was still on the floor of the office. I have no recollection of her stockings coming off last night, I'm sure they were still on when I was fucking her but now they were gone, so I opened a fresh envelope and gave them to her. Now she looked ready for action and I pointed to the door. It was time to go. I gave her a playful spank as she walked past me out of the bedroom.
At the office I set her first to tidying up all the discarded clothing from various corners of the room. She then started to set up her new computer which she managed to do without a fuss, something that would have left me a gibbering, tear-stained wreck. The poor girl had to manage standing up until the new chairs arrived at some time later that morning. I did say she could go and retrieve the old one from the skip, but she said no. I didn't force it as I knew from experience what a shouty bastard he could be.
At about 10.30 there was a knock at the door. I told Yvonne to answer it and the poor delivery driver got the shock of his life. After he'd had a moment to recover, he announced that the chairs had arrived. He made three trips carrying them up the stairs, presumably double and treble checking that his eyes hadn't deceived him. One could sense his reluctance when his slip was finally signed, and he had no further excuse to ogle down the front of Yvonne's blouse. When he finally closed the door behind him, she turned and looked at me. The little slut was grinning from ear to ear. She'd loved every moment!
Once settled in her new chair I explained who was coming around this afternoon and set her to researching suitable table flower arrangements for a wake. When lunchtime arrived, she tried to retrieve the sandwiches she had brought with her yesterday, but I scoffed at the idea. After another good pub lunch and another two glasses of wine for her we went back. I'd made her go 'respectable' while we were at the pub but told her to revert to 'cute and sexy' for the client visits.
The first were the parents of the bride to be and it was interesting that she seemed more taken with Yvonne than he was. He came across as downtrodden and miserable and she did most of the talking, and the ogling. Yvonne played her part making sure she leant forward every time she brought a file to my desk. Eventually they left but she lingered a little and whispered to me that she might have to come back to make further arrangements. I tried to show no outward reaction but inside I was grinning to myself.
The second was the daughter of the deceased and honestly did not look as upset as might have been expected. I'd met her before in relation to another event and I knew her to be something of a bitch, so I ordered Yvonne to go to full 'ultra' mode. I offered the woman, Ms Evans, a coffee, as an act of false condolence and she accepted. Before then I don't think she'd really noticed Yvonne but as she busied herself boiling the kettle and making the coffee, I noticed that the woman couldn't take her eyes off. While she was distracted, I examined her more closely. She was about my age, quite young I thought to lose a father. She was attractive in a cheap, new-money sort of way. I was wondering how I could exploit this situation, but it was Yvonne who delivered the master stroke. When she came back with the coffee, in a proper cup and saucer, which she'd found from god knows where, her hand shook and it spilled, not just into the saucer but a few drops splashed onto the woman's blouse.
At that moment I secretly applauded her but, "you stupid bitch," I shouted out with well-acted anger, "quickly, get a cloth."
Yvonne looked horrified at her mistake and grabbed a cloth and started to dab at the front of the woman's blouse. I leaned forward to comfort the woman.
"I'm really so sorry," I said to her, "I'll deal with her later, I assure you."
"She needs to be punished severely," she replied as she pushed away Yvonne's hands with annoyance.
