"N-not really," Renee said, blushing furiously.

"April, when's dinner ready?" Franz asked as his wife came in.

Renee got another shock. When April had first arrived, she was dressed in normal jeans and top. Now she wore a distressingly revealing outfit. The blouse was semi-transparent and showed a lacy bra underneath. Her skirt was slit to the top of her thigh, revealing the hint of white stocking tops.

April paraded into the room and slid her hand around Chris' shoulders with what Renee thought was a rather too-familiar gesture.

"Dinner's ready," April said, "you can go and get it, Janine."

"Come on." Janine led Renee into the kitchen.

Renee was feeling more and more frightened as she picked up the tray with soup on it. In her five-inch heels it was very difficult to balance the tray.

"Oh, don't worry," Janine said, "you'll understand in a moment."

She led the way to the main room, and Renee followed her.

The main room was darkly lit, and Renee had difficulty with the tray. Suddenly she tripped in her heels. With a screech, she grabbed at the tray, spilling soup all over the carpet.

"I'm sorry," she said, close to breaking into tears again. "I'll go back and get some more."

There was a moment of total silence. The adults were all around the table, which was in semi-darkness. Renee could see the white of April's blouse and the tall, menacing figures of the men.

"Oh, don't worry," Franz said, "when this happens, you only have to take your punishment, nothing to worry about."

"Punishment?" Renee gasped, trying to get one of her heels back on.

Franz picked up a cane from the table. "Six strokes for the first offense, nothing terrible. Over the back of the chair, young lady."

He pointed to the large padded chair.

"Wh-w-what?" Renee gasped, backing away. She almost tripped in her heels again as she tried to turn and get out of the room.