Angie's Comeuppance
Two weeks later, I found myself back in Angie's living room. This time I'd come with Mickey straight from his place. Angie was wearing a skirt, as instructed, specifically a sweater skirt. I suspect she chose this thick fabric to partially hide the fact that she was braless. She was so nervous, she was practically shaking. Jennie was already there, wearing the black slacks and a white shirt that she had tied under her braless bosom. Mickey was in an oddly festive mood and even offered to serve the wine for Angie, who was probably too nervous to pour anyway.
We all got comfortable and I tried to make small talk, but Angie was incapable of speaking and Jennie wasn't much better. After a minute or so, the doorbell rang.
Angie, Jennie, and I all started at the sound. No one had ever come to the door during a Wine and Fantasy before. But Mickey didn't seem at all surprised.
"I'll get that, Angie," he said, jumping up, "you stay seated."
From the living room, we heard Mickey open the door and then heard a male voice talking way too loudly. The voice was unmistakable.
It was Robby.
Angie and Jenny looked at each other, first in puzzlement and then in alarm; and I wondered how Robby even knew where Angie lived. But it only took a second before I realized that Mickey must have invited him.
That's why Mickey wanted his phone number,
I thought.
Moments later, the two of them walked into the living room.
"Well, Robby," said Mickey, who for once could not entirely hide a grin of vengeful glee, "I think you know everyone."
"Sure do," he agreed as he surveyed the assembly.
When he looked at me, he smirked knowingly, and I flushed deep red and looked away at the memory of how he had heard my spankings and witnessed my climax on the dryer.
"Are the other two coming?" Mickey asked him, drawing his attention away from me.
Jennie and Angie were startled again.
"Yep," Robby said, "Brad and Dani should be here any min—"
The doorbell interrupted him at that exact moment.
Once again, Mickey answered and seconds later, he escorted Brad and Dani into the room. They said hello to everyone, but both of them stopped and looked puzzled at me. After a beat, Brad stuck out his hand and introduced himself and Dani.
Surprised, I gave my name in return and I could see everyone else in the room looking just as puzzled as I felt. Then it dawned on all of us at the same time:
They didn't recognize me.
Well, it wasn't all that surprising, I guess. After all, they had only seen me for a few seconds as I dashed across a living room, and my head was mostly covered with a pair of panties, and their eyes would not have been on my face anyway.
As they sat on the sofa with me, Brad on the opposite end and Dani between us, I was mentally thanking the gods for small favors when Robby, of course, rushed to enlighten them.
"Don't you two remember Soo May? She was the one who ran—"
"Actually, Robby," Mickey interrupted, "we have an update on that whole situation, which is why you and Dani and Brad have been invited."
The three of them all turned to him with questioning, expectant looks.
"Alright," he said, turning to Angie and Jennie, "let's get started. I think you two have something to say to everyone, so stand up over there and let's hear it."
Angie and Jennie stood side-by-side facing the rest of us. They were right on the spot where Angie had stood on the night of our third session with Mickey, when Jennie had been required to dash between Angie and I carrying a paddle and asking us each in turn to swat her. Neither of them could look anyone in the eye. Their eyes darted fearfully from Mickey to the floor to each other and back again. They were both too nervous to hold still: Jennie shifted nervously from foot-to-foot, while Angie rubbed her hands together. Robby, Brad, and Dani were clearly puzzled and they finally looked at Mickey for an explanation. Even though they'd just met him, they instantly perceived him as the leader.
"Come on, Angie," he said, with a slight sigh of impatience. "Get on with it."
"Um ... yes ... well," Angie searched for words. "Uh, ... you see, me and Jennie just wanted to ... ah ... tell you that ... uh ... what we told you a few weeks ago about Soo May and Mr. Daniels wasn't really true. You see, he did not really tell her not to play with herself while he was gone. We made that up and ... well, anyway ... uh ..." Her voice trailed off.
"Huh?" was Robby's brilliant reaction.
Dani and Brad looked at each other in confusion, but I had introduced myself as "Soo May" just a minute or so earlier so it didn’t take them long to put it together. They both looked at me open-mouthed. Brad leered slightly, but not as crassly as Robby. Dani just looked me up and down in undisguised curiosity. I blushed again and looked away.
"And what else, Angie?" Mickey asked drawing their attention back.
"Well," she continued, "we are sorry and we deserve to be punished. I deserve a long hard spanking, and ... and ... you are all here to bear witness to my punishment and shame.''
There was silence in the room for a full five seconds as Dani, Brad, and Robby sat stunned. Then Robby let out a little hoot of joy.
"Damnnn!" he exclaimed at the realization that the beautiful ex-model standing before him was to be spanked. He was like a little kid who's jumped into a swimming pool only to find that it is filled with candy.
When Dani recovered from her shock, she put her hand to mouth to suppress a gasp, but after a beat she turned her head and stared at Mickey who simply stood impassively watching Angie with his arms folded across his chest. Brad simply sat back in the sofa, pleased, but a bit more restrained than Robby.
"Now," Mickey spoke up, "since Angie will be occupied, she can't really act as hostess, so Jennie is going to be our hostess tonight."
"I am?" Jennie asked in surprise.
"You are," Mickey confirmed.
"Well ... uh ... in that case," Jennie stumbled into her new role and looked at the three newcomers, "would any of you like a drink? We, I mean, Angie, has wine."
They all wanted one, although Angie, of course, wasn't given the option; so Jennie headed to the kitchen.
"Not so fast, Jennie," Mickey stopped her. "Before you pour the wine, take off your shoes, socks, and pants."
"What?" Jennie asked, unsure if she'd heard him correctly.
"You seemed to find it amusing to have Soo May parade around nearly bottomless in front of these people," Mickey explained, sweeping his arm across the assembled audience, "so I'd like you to find out if it is equally amusing when you are the spectacle. Throughout tonight's proceedings, you will be wearing only panties below the waist. Now, off with those pants!"
Jennie glanced once at her audience and then looked down at the floor. She knew she had to obey if she wanted to continue having sessions with Mickey. She kicked off her pumps and pulled off her socks with her toes. Then, red-faced, she slowly undid the snap of her pants. She paused a second to suck up some courage and then pushed them down so they dropped to her ankles.
As ordered, she was wearing hi-cut white panties that exposed the flanks of her hips and a good portion of her buns. With her blouse tied up under her breasts, there was nearly as much flesh on view as there would be in a beach bikini. But, of course, there's a world of difference between a bikini and underwear. She instinctively clasped her hands in front of her crotch and stood there staring at the floor and I saw her shoulders heave a little sigh of shame to be displayed like this, not just in front of Mickey, me, and Angie, but also in front of her ex-boyfriend and his two friends.
Robby nearly smacked his lips at the sight of her. Brad smiled, too. Dani looked a little flushed and shifted in her chair.
"No covering up with your hands, Jennie," Mickey commanded, "now go get that wine and serve it."
"Yes, sir," Jennie said instinctively, although Mickey had never asked her to call him 'sir.'
She then she scampered off to the kitchen. All eyes were on the white V that only partly encased her ass.
While she was in the kitchen, the others made chit-chat and I took the opportunity to get a good look at Brad and Dani. He was medium height, brown-haired, cut and combed executive style, and conventional looking in every way. He appeared to be someone who went to great effort not to stand out in any way at all. Dani, on the other hand, was a bit more risk-taking in her appearance and I guessed she was the lively yang to his conventional yin. She wore a blue patterned, calico blouse that ended at her waist and blue jeans, very earth-lover, very 70s. Her hair was red and cut very short, and there was a spray of freckles across her cheeks and nose. She looked a little like that Harry Potter actress, Emma Watson, since she cut her hair short.
Jennie returned with glasses for the three newcomers and the wine bottle. She poured for everyone and with every move she made, her breasts shook visibly inside the loosely tied shirt. Brad and Robby followed her every move. Dani, I noticed, kept her eyes on Mickey.
Winged Victory
"Now to start with, Angie" Mickey said, after Jennie had stepped behind the couch to watch the proceedings from the background, "I want you to hold your skirt up in back by the hem, but you are to use only your thumbs and index fingers."
The three newbies looked puzzled at the specificity of Mickey's instructions. I could tell they were thinking
"Why just thumbs and index fingers?"
But Angie, Jennie, and I had grown used to the fact that Mickey didn't explain himself in advance and that he was a master of detail. We had no doubt that in the fullness of time this little detail would contribute to Angie's humiliation.
Angie, who was facing us, bent her knees a bit so she could reach the hem with both hands, and then straightened again holding the hem in back with precisely the digits Mickey had prescribed. She then lifted it up in back so that her panty-clad ass would have been visible to anyone behind her.
"Not bad," said Mickey, "but now bend forward at the waist and don't let the skirt drape on your back, hold it up high."
She did as ordered and looked at the floor rather than face us.
"Don't look down like that," Mickey added. "hold your head up."
With a gasp of exasperation at Mickey's minute control over her positioning, she lifted her head. She grit her teeth a bit and I could tell she was resisting the impulse to ask sarcastically "Are you happy now?"
With her arms swept back and up high behind her, she reminded me of the statue of Winged Victory, except that Winged Victory wasn't bending for a spanking.
