"I think you have something to show me, dear."

"Yes, Miss," I reply. These words are my cue to get undressed. 

"No school uniform today?"

"No, Miss. Now I'm seventeen, I can wear my own clothes."

Once again, I am standing completely naked in the sunlit living room.

"A friend of yours is here." 

I look through the open door into the bedroom. A girl lies on the bed asleep. I know her; she's in the year above me.

Her bare skin glows—there are red handprints on her bottom.

The door closes.

"Wake her up, dear, so we can begin."