He reached out with his hands and gently parted her knees so that they were wide open, and he could see straight up her skirt to her pale pink panties. “Were there bloodstains?” he asked.
“A little,” she said meekly. She was too overwhelmed by his little speech to even think straight.
“Let me see.”
“Sir?”
“Let me see. Take them off, the panties.”
She started to speak, but could not make anything come out. Then with graceless movements, she reached under her skirt, first lifting one hip then the other in order to pull her panties off her ass and finally down her legs.
Mr. Darcy inspected them briefly, then tossed them into his bottom desk drawer, a soon to be forgotten trophy.
“No panties anymore, . Not ever, unless it is your time of the month. Your pretty little p***y belongs to
