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and bobbed a tiny curtsey and dipped her head as well. "Yes, Mr. Smythe," she said meekly, looking at the floor. "Madam Smythe's a slut, sir, she is."
    Jack nodded in satisfaction. "That's right," he said. "She's a slut as long as she's under my roof, and I expect you to dress her as such. That means no bustles, no complicated undergarments...nothing to stop me from lifting her skirts up and having her whenever I want, d'you understand?" He tilted his head to smile down fondly at Mary. "That's assuming you still want me to have you, of course, Mo. My sexy, slutty sister, there for the taking?"
    Blushing, Mary nodded her head vigorously. She could feel her pussy dripping between her thighs. Being fucked had been lovely, but to speak of it so openly, around the breakfast table, was a whole new sort of wickedness...and one that Mary found she quite liked!
    "Good girl," Jack said indulgently. He released her, sat on one of the kitchen chairs, and beckoned sternly to Jennifer. "Now come here," he said, "and bend over my knee. You've been a bad maid, and you shall be punished."
    Mary opened her mouth to protest, but she caught Jack's wink, and promptly understood -- her brother wasn't really turning into some sort of domestic tyrant; it was just another sexy game. Indeed, she could see dimples in Jennifer's cheeks as the maid tried to keep her demure servant's face on, and the spring in the redhead's step as she hurried over to Jack's chair told her that Jennifer was in on it, too.
    "Like this, Mr. Smythe?" Jennifer asked innocently. She bent at the waist and draped her stomach over Jack's lap, thrusting her bottom up into the air and letting her breasts dangle over the curve of his thigh. Jack chuckled, nodded, and grabbed the back of her skirts.
    "Just like that," he agreed, hiking the trailing garments up. Jennifer wore no bustle, of course, and Mary gasped to see that her maid was also wearing no drawers, or even a petticoat -- apart from her dress, she was quite naked from the waist down! "There," Jack said, stroking Jennifer's naked rump, "you see? That's how a good slut dresses, Mo. Jennifer should have taught you." He lifted his hand and slapped it back down, making Jennifer yelp. "Come give her a spanking," he invited. "I suspect she's going to need rather a lot of discipline from both of us, so you may as well learn how."
    Mary blushed and obeyed Jack's inviting beckon. She walked to the chair where he sat and stood behind her maid, looking uncertainly down at Jennifer's pale bottom. The skin was lightly freckled, and just a touch reddened where Jack had slapped it. "Er -- are you sure?" she asked. Embarrassed by her own uncertainty, she reached out and cupped a hand around Jennifer's rump. The redhead moaned, and Mary, encouraged, gave it a squeeze, enjoying the yielding warmth of the flesh. "I've never done this before..."
    Jack waived a hand airily. "Oh, don't worry about it," he said. "Just smack her bum and make it jiggle, there's a good girl. She's been a naughty maid and she knows she needs to be punished, isn't that right Jenny?"
    He bobbed his knee up and down, and Jennifer moaned and nodded her head. "Yes, Mr. Smythe!" she agreed eagerly. She shifted her stance, spreading her legs to bare her pussy, and Mary could see that it was wet and glistening. The smell of aroused musk and damp red curls rose to her nose, making her shiver with delight. "Please," Jennifer begged, "Please Madam Smythe, spank me, won't you? I'm a bad girl, and I need to be punished...oh!" She rocked forward on Jack's lap and gasped as Mary brought her hand down in a firm slap.
    "That's it," Jack said, nodding encouragingly. "Turn her pretty arse nice and pink, that's how you know you've done a good job."
    Giggling, Mary smacked her maid again. She wasn't hitting very hard, just enjoying the loud slapping sounds and the jiggle of Jennifer's soft cheeks. As she spanked, Jack slipped a hand down around one of Jennifer's thighs and probed the