George managed to pull back the smile a bit, but not completely, as he got slowly to his knees. "Yes ma'am," he murmured, sliding his hands to clasp behind him, resting on the curve of his arse, and he looked up at her.
She was beautiful, strong and haughty, and he licked his lips as she opened her robes.
She wouldn't be wet, not yet, not so soon, but that was the least of his focus. Her hand moved over her knickers, over the shape of her, and then her fingers moved the silky fabric aside.
Lick me...
George met her eyes with a gleam. He considered asking permission, but he'd got a direction, and he moved a bit closer, one knee-step at a time, until his cheek brushed her thigh. He hadn't shaved since this morning and he could feel the rough brush of his skin against he tissue-softness of hers. George inhaled slowly, biting back a moan at how delicious she smelled - spicy and floral and woman.
He brushed his lips against her fingertips on the way to pressing his mouth to her mound, setting his tongue to gently exploring what she offered. Smooth, silken skin met his tongue, spread by her fingers and the position of her thigh, wide and all for him. He was tempted to bury his face in her, fill her with his fingers, pull her against him and suck her deep into his mouth...
But this was discipline. Punishment. The corner of his mouth quirked in amusement again and he set his tongue deeper into the folds of her. Lick me. Oh, yes ma'am...