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Chapter 13 – A Choice is Made
Having been escorted from her room to the dining table, Charlotte realised that Mr Campbell had not yet arrived for dinner. Taking her seat delicately, for her nether regions still remembered the evil punishment panties; she waited at the table while the maid stood in the corner carefully watching every move that Charlotte made. Charlotte contented herself by staring at the city lights, watching as a helicopter with its flashing navigational lights was landing on a building a few blocks away.
"I'm sorry Charlotte my darling, I got caught up working on a new outfit for you. I do hope you'll like it. I think it's my best work yet."
"I can't wait." She responded glibly as Mr Campbell took his chair. Internally she chastised herself for the sarcastic remark: 'Sugar and Spice… Come on focus Charlie!'
She needed to stay focussed on the task she'd set herself. Being a smartass at this point wouldn't help her cause. Luckily, Mr Campbell seemed not to have noticed the remark – he continued on chatting "Gorgeous, it's just gorgeous. I'm sure that you'll adore it. Now, Madeline, is dinner ready?"
"Yes Sir, it will be out momentarily." The maid retreated from the room, presumably to the kitchen. Charlie took careful note of the echoing footsteps, trying to guess how far away and in which direction the elusive kitchen was.
"I hear you excelled at your lessons today Charlotte. Mistress Heinz spoke generously about your dedication and attention. It makes me very happy to see you finally accepting your new life here. Madeline also mentioned how much you enjoyed playing in the rumpus room; did you have fun this afternoon?"
Fun? She'd been forced via hunger and the prospect of release to ride a rocking horse while in her punishment panties. Fun? These people were sick! Or was this some type of perverse test? Was there more to his questioning? Had the maid told him what had really happened – that she had coerced, no - forced her onto the horse?
All these questions ran circles through her head as she tried to form a response that wouldn't evoke suspicion from Mr Campbell.
"No – it was horrible. Madeline made me ride the horsy, and I didn't like it at all." She deliberately pouted, lathering on her previously dormant girlish charms.
She thought: 'Make him think he's getting to me, that I am reverting to his picture of a proper little girl. Fulfil his fantasy, and keep him amused, meanwhile work on your plan.'
She watched his reaction carefully; a wry grin crept across his face.
"Well let's hope that you don't give Madeline reason to make you ride the horse in future? Good little girls shouldn't have to be punished like that, and you had been bad hadn't you?" The grin was now matched with a disturbing sparkle in his eyes. This apparently conservative tailor had a sinister and malevolent core of darkness; Charlie wondered just how deeply she'd scratched the surface, how far would this pervert go? She didn't intend on finding out what depths he might inevitably sink to, she planned on escaping before then, but in the interim she was forced to play along.
"Yes sir." She agreed reluctantly.
"Well now Charlotte, you do realise that although you behaved well today, you must still serve penance for seven black spots?"
"Yes Mr Campbell." She deliberately stared toward her shiny patent Mary Janes, and began rubbing her ankles together nervously. She hoped that she looked the picture of a young innocent girl dismayed at the prospect of her inevitable punishment.
"Well then, I will talk further with you about your penance later." He continued to stare at Charlie as she kept her head bowed. Then as the silence of the dining room grew uncomfortable he rose to his feet to stare out the full-length glass window; quietly surveying the night-time lights.
The silence was broken with the return of the maid accompanied by Bosker the butler. Charlie's meal had again been carefully selected and cooked to further reinforce her position. Her spaghetti bolognaise had been arranged to form a smiley face on the plate. Charlie noticed that the traditional silverware that she had used at previous dinners had been replaced. Instead of the polished silver plate, she was served on a plastic plate decorated with teddy bears dancing at a maypole. Her silver knife and fork had also been replaced by a plastic safety knife and fork – the kind purchased for the use of small children who couldn't be trusted with proper "adult" cutlery. She tried to ignore this further affront to her dignity as she raised her arms up over the edge of the table and began eating, made even more awkward by the child's chair she was forced to sit in.
In total contrast with Charlie's supper, Mr Campbell dined on a few select slices of tender roast lamb together with a parcel of perfectly cooked roast vegetables covered in rich gravy. He accompanied the meal with a bold red wine drunk from an elegant crystal glass. In comparison, Charlie's apple juice had been supplied in a spill proof plastic cup, complete with vibrant fairies painted around the outside. She forced herself to sip through the spout of the cup while Mr Campbell placed a delectable piece of meat in his mouth.
Charlie finished her meal first, and was forced to sit through the trial of having to watch Mr Campbell finish his. He finally sopped the remaining gravy up with the remaining fragment of a dinner roll and gently dabbed his lips with his napkin. The maid collected the dishes while Bosker brought a snifter of brandy for Mr Campbell's post dinner enjoyment.
Sliding deeper into his seat he sat back, clearly satisfied at the meal he had just finished. He took a sip of his brandy and paid regard to Charlie for the first time since dinner had arrived.
"I hope you enjoyed your meal Charlotte."
"I did, it was very nice thankyou." She replied coyly. Silence hung in the air for a few seconds before Mr Campbell broke it again. "Now we will turn to the matter of your seven black spots. Ordinarily I wouldn't do this Charlotte," he let that phrase hang for a moment, "but I am going to offer you a choice."
"Either you can elect to wear the punishment panties and the bra for the entire day tomorrow, in which case I will ensure that Madeline takes you to the rumpus room for another ride on your favourite rocking horse, or you can wait on me tonight."
"Sorry, I don't understand." Charlie sat in her small chair wondering just what he was proposing.
"What I mean my darling little Charlotte, is that ordinarily Bosker attends to me after dinner. I would expect you to take his place, there will be additional requirements placed on you of course, but all in all serving me until bed time must be much more preferable to another full day in the punishment undergarments don't you think?"
"I guess so." Charlie wasn't sure where this was heading. Another day in the punishment panties and bra would be almost unbearable, but what were these 'additional requirements'? She also realised that attending him may mean fetching drinks throughout the evening, possibly even snacks. Would that allow her to find the kitchen and get her plan underway? Would she be sent there alone – probably not - but even if whoever accompanied her turned their back for a split second she might be able to acquire one of the items she needed to win her freedom.
"Have you made your mind up?"
"Yes, I'll do the serving thing. What do I have to do exactly?"
"That will become clear when it happens my darling Charlotte." That grin and the sparkling eyes reignited. Something terrible was going to happen and she knew it. Had she made the wrong decision? Maybe she should have stuck with the horrific underwear instead. Mr Campbell raised his voice slightly "Bosker! Ah - there you are. You may retire early tonight if you choose. Charlotte has agreed to attend to me. You can take the rest of the evening off if you like."
"Thankyou sir." With that the Butler retreated from the room, leaving Charlie and Mr Campbell completely alone.
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