Jo's oldest brother teaches her a lesson in submission.

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Josephine stood in front of the ominous, dark wooden door to Patrick's room. It was early in the day, and she'd spent most of the morning pampering and cleaning herself, shaving, dolling herself up, doing her hair, and picking out the cutest, most enticing outfit she could think of. Patrick, being the intellectual he was, would likely go for something a little more scholarly, so she picked out a short, black, pleated skirt, a button up white shirt, long white socks, and delicate little black flats. It was all reminiscent of a naughty catholic schoolgirl uniform, without being overtly obvious,...