Chapter Four
Miss Wheat! The Generals breath was in her face with the aroma of cigar smoke and peppermint. She stood before him the first time, with his soldierly eyes glaring into her scared ones. There was a dishcloth in her hand, a puddle of soapy water at her feet.
Sir! she shot off quickly, trying to keep her eyes from meeting hisbad protocol in this world of rules.
Bend over.
Yes, sir. She wondered why but didnt ask.
Raise the skirt.
Yes, sir.
She dropped the cloth and with wet fingers pulled the maids dress over her bottom. Her ass was as bare as Jennas had been the day before.
She nearly shrieked when she saw the cane in the Generals hand, but kept her thoughts trained on the scene at dinner the night before. Jennas calm got into her, inside her bones an
