As she did every morning, Cook bound her arms behind her and hung a wooden tray around her neck. She arranged Hallie’s heavy breasts on the tray, planted a bowl of sugar between her breasts and a pot of cream beside them. Cook stood her in the breakfast room next to the silver coffee pot. Cook called her the sugar and creamer. She had to remain perfectly still while the staff and Mistress Kirsch’s guests took sugar and cream from her tray.
On this morning, Mistress’ guest and major benefactor, Miss Petersen, was in residence. She was an older woman, thin and mean looking with a pinched face, perpetual scowl, and a penchant for seeing the maids punished. She smiled maliciously as she approached Hallie, warning and frightening her. The older woman set her coffee on Hallie’s tray and took h
