Исповедь шаловливых офисных трусиков горничной

I've been called into the Master's office for a little... chat. Apparently, the other women in the house have been complaining about my uniform—my skirt is way too short and my thong is barely there. Oops. I admit I'm wearing a tiny string thong, and since it's causing such a stir, I decide to take them off right in front of him. I hand them to Master with a cheeky grin and let him know I won't be wearing panties until I get some proper ones. I sit wide-legged in front of him, fully exposed, and continue our little talk—completely shameless. Naughty maids need discipline, don't they?