With great, woebegone, shamed eyes, the beautiful Doris looked at him imploringly as he motioned curtly towards the couch.
“You need no telling as to the penitent's attitude and garb,” he said. “Twice already you have raised your skirt and bared your bottom to me, so let there be no delay!”
The woman moaned as she took two dragging steps toward the sofa. Then she halted.
“Ohh! If only Louise could go out…” she whispered. “Couldn't Rose just… take her away?”
The startled Louise looked on in bewilderment-and entire innocence of what this all portended… “I… I would be willing,” came the perturbed voice of Rose Bolton, “to take Miss Louise away for a little while… so that-”
“Would you indeed?” he grated. “And would you be willing to refrain from interfering with my arrangements and would you be willing to take your place there by Doris's side? I think it might be as well for Louise's lesson to be redoubled-it might impress her more sharply. So — hurry up and get over there this instant!”
The indiscreet interrupter wailed softly. She crossed the room and sinking to a kneeling position beside Mrs. Tasker she bowed her head in shame. The petrified girl. Louise, feeling herself to be in a perfect nightmare, looked at both these well bred women lifting their skirts high up over the twin mounds of their naked bottoms.
“Ohh… o-o-o-h mother!” gasped Louise. “And Mrs. Bolton… have you both gone crazy?”
“Very lovely, aren't they, Louise?” Francis said softly and gloatingly. “See how charming the bottom of your mother… even though she appears slender when fully clad… shows up beside the ample backside of Rose.”
“I have had to forbid them the luxury of drawers for the past few days. They are handier to get at when thus clad… or rather-unclad. Come over here-and pet them a little. They are about to suffer-and for your own fault… come-”
The mother groaned softly in shame as she listened to her daughter's confused outcry-but she nevertheless continued steadfastly to project her nude and devoted bottom toward whatever fate it might be doomed to suffer. But the way in which her twin mounds shrank and quivered as she knelt there showed her apprehension of the punishment to come.
“You see, Louise, I was compelled yesterday to administer spankings to both of these lovely ladies before they would agree to my requests. I think I told you to come here… and pet them both. Do you hear me?”
“Ohh! God in heaven!” gasped the shamed and still quite incredulous virgin.
He raised his right hand and delivered a ringing slap on the soft cheek of Doris's behind. She jumped and cried out and her daughter's cry responded to hers.
“You see… to avoid jealousy,” he explained, and then smacked the splendid bottom of Rose also… drawing a sigh which was part groan from her lips. He raised his hand ominously over the blushing rear of Mrs. Tasker.
Crack came his palm on the snowy and yielding flesh. A louder cry resounded this time in response.
“Not… not s-so h-hard-ohh-p-please!” begged the woman. “It's sorer than yesterday and I can feel only the smarting pain.”
“You mean instead of what you finally felt yesterday?” he said. “Which made you feel a white bodied, rosy assed and frantic bacchante-ready for any indulgence I demanded of you. If Rose was designed to be kept under the control of a man, I am certain you were intended to be kept under his castigation.”
“Keep your legs together,” he directed with assumed severity. “You are exposing yourself revoltingly to both Louise and myself. Take pattern by Doris… who clenches her thighs tightly together-even when she is smitten.”
“To be sure, she is probably conscious all the time of a certain transformation in front, and wished to conceal it from her daughter.”
“Ohh God…” wailed Louise, uncomprehending his cynical comments, but shaken to the core as she saw him raise his hand once more over her mother's bare bottom. “Don't beat her any more-I can't stand it!”
“Then you know how to stop it,” he remarked. “You have only to obey my instructions.”
“What… ohh! W-what m-must I do?” she whispered.
“You must show a kindly spirit-by caressing and petting the lovely bottoms of both your mother and Mrs. Bolton,” he said. “Ease the smart of their burning backsides if you can, with the caresses of your soft hands.”
“In the valleys too,” he directed in a whisper. “It's useless unless you are thorough, Louise.”
“Please-ohh God… please don't make her… d-do t-this,” quavered the shamed Doris. “A young girl… and in-my own child-it's terrible!”
“She shouldn't mind-since you're both women,” he said mildly. “If one of you were her cousin Jack, for example, she might well be more perturbed. Satisfy yourself, Louise, that they are both of your own sex.”
The girl swayed on her feet eyeing him with drooping shame. “You are being more and more disgusting… every minute!” she faltered indignantly.
“No… ohh, no! Can't you see how much she is suffering already?” cried Louise desperately.
“Run your fingers in between each pair of thighs!” he ordered imperiously. “Clear down, mind you. Pet their little slits-you hear me, girl? I don't know what keeps me from lining you up beside them-with your skirt up and your little pink bottom in full view!”
“Stop… stop! Ohh… I will do it!” cried the girl feverishly, as her mother moaned and twisted under the harsh blows.
“Mother-please forgive me… for doing this!” cried Louise. “I have to touch you-there… to save you from being spanked brutally!”
“I think you are being recalcitrant, Doris,” he said. “It teems as if you are unwilling to permit Louise to perform the soothing gesture which I had asked her to do. You are only making it more embarrassing for all of us. Will you lie there and part your legs nicely and let us see her pet you a trifle?”
Doris groaned and wailed… and now her fine thighs drew somewhat apart.
“Now then, Louise…” he said, as he withdrew his hand from between her legs.
“What an unspeakable thing to make me do!” said the girl thickly. “Mother, mother darling… forgive me- you know how I am compelled…”
Anil Doris gaspingly resisted again-wholly unwilling that her daughter should discover the transformation that the man's caprice had wrought on the front view of her charmingly denuded sex.
“You may get up ladies!” he announced politely.
Doris and Rose slowly scrambled to their feet, their skirts dropping around them.
“Louise.” he observed softly. “Now that you have seen how thoroughly I punish and humiliate those who are foolish enough to oppose me, perhaps you will not hesitate any more in removing that blue gown and handing it to Mrs. Bolton immediately.”
Taking the skirt by the hem, she lifted it up the slim lines of her pretty legs, uncovering an expanse of silken stockings-and also the snowy thighs above them. She slid it over her rounded hips, past the swell of her fine buttocks, and then clear of her girlish breasts. Over her head with one single gesture-and she stood before them in blushing confusion and dismay.
And now, as flaring crimson and clasping the discarded garment desperately to her instead of yielding it to Mrs. Bolton, Louise stood there in just her undies and stockings and shoes, it became evident that she had sound reasons for her dread of even partially disrobing before male eyes-of any age at all.
“You think, Doris,” he enquired at length, “that this thin gown and this diaphanous undergarment is sufficient for protection for this tender body in our winter weather?”
“She… she wears a heavy fur coat,” Doris defended herself hastily and tremulously. “Besides, girls do pretty much as they like nowadays… in both dress and… other matters!”