Nervous Demolition Derby
It would be quite an understatement to say that Jennie was a nervous wreck over the following two weeks. "Nervous ten-car-pile-up" or "nervous demolition derby" would be more like it. Although I was spending most of my non-work hours, and about half my nights, at Mickey's place, I saw Jennie almost every day and it was clear she couldn't think about anything but her upcoming punishment session. She was constantly spacing out and knitting her fingers together which she always does when she's nervous. I doubt that she got any work done at her job because she clearly couldn't concentrate on anything. On one of the few nights when I didn't have dinner with Mickey, she asked me to take the baked chicken out of the oven and I found that she hadn't turned the oven on.
She was also very afraid of me and anxious to please me. She was constantly asking how I was and if there was anything she could do for me. This was a new experience for me. I've never known what it's like to be feared. I kind of liked it at first, but it actually grew irritating after a few days; being a pampered princess is not a natural role for me. I was also finding it hard to stay angry with her. I'm not someone who holds grudges and if it were left up to me, I'd probably have just cancelled her punishment. But I knew Mickey's sense of justice would not allow that, and I also knew that it really was good for
her
to be punished. She needed to learn that actions have consequences: if she got a free ride after humiliating her best friend, then she might someday do it again.
On the day of the punishment session, I relayed Mickey's instructions to Jennie and Angie about how to dress. They were essentially the same as two weeks before: both were to go braless and wear hi-cut panties. Angie was a little dismayed to find that the instruction applied to her as well. She had hoped that her time in purgatory was over, but she couldn't have been too surprised. After all, Jennie had to strip to her undies when Angie was punished, so it was natural that Angie would have to do so when the roles were reversed. As all three of us had learned in our very first session with Mickey, there was a kind of parallelism to how Mickey punished and humiliated us, even if the details differed. We each had to give him a verbal response between spanks — counting, thanking, or asking for another — and we each were intensely spanked until we abandoned our resolutions about what we would not do; and finally we each had to show our punished butts to the others and describe what had happened to us in the bedroom.
Mickey had two more instructions for me. First, he had me take his satchel, with the switch in it, and store it in my room in the apartment. His second instruction was very curious: he told me to be sure that Jennie's gym bag was in the apartment and not in her car, but he would not tell me why this was important.
Dani and Brad arrived first and Dani's face shown with such excitement that I wasn't surprised they had shown up a little early. She was clearly looking forward to this and I could just imagine her saying "C'mon, c'mon, we don't want to miss anything" to Brad. She greeted Jennie and me effusively, stopping just short of hugging us. It was as if she were here not to witness Jennie's punishment but to join all of us in some shared, exciting adventure, like a white water rafting expedition. I smiled and pretended to be glad to see her, but I was actually remembering her annoyingly exhibitionist behavior in front of all of us — well, more to the point, in front of
Mickey
— two weeks before. It didn't help that she had obviously had her hair done and was wearing full makeup and perfume; but what was worse was that she was obviously braless under her top.
Well, of course,
I thought to myself sarcastically,
one must be dressed up sexy to witness a spanking. Damned Flirt!
Brad, on the other hand, did not look happy. His smile was tight and forced, and his greeting was polite but clipped. He and Dani each took an easy chair rather than sit beside each other on our sofa, and despite the fact that they were facing each other, with our coffee table in between, they would not look at each other. I glanced at Jennie and she nodded back at me knowingly: it was obvious that these two were having problems in their relationship and had probably been quarreling on the way to our place. I remembered Brad's shock at Dani's behavior in the previous session. Had Dani discovered a white water river that Brad didn't want to explore?
Robby breezed in next, looking every bit as excited as Dani, and plopped himself down on the sofa. Then Angie showed up at the door, dressed as per Mickey's instructions; her breasts shaking inside her blouse with each step she took. This kept Robby's eyes, and what passed for his mind, occupied. I had barely closed the door after her entrance when I heard Mickey's knock. I resisted the urge to embrace him — an urge I always had whenever we were apart for more than an hour or two — because I sensed that he was "Mr. Daniels" now and getting personal with him would be inappropriate.
"All present and accounted for, Captain," I declared in mock sailor's formal tones.
"Very good, First Mate," he replied, playing along. "Let's hoist the anchor."
Justice for Jennie
"Now," he said, addressing everyone as walked over to the conversation area of the living room, "although this is Jennie's and Soo May's place, they are going to be occupied this evening, so I'm going to ask Angie to be our hostess."
Angie sighed and didn't bother waiting for Mickey's next instruction since she knew what it was going to be. She kicked off her shoes and popped open the button on the front of her slacks. Seconds later, they were on the floor and she stood before us in all her professional model glory. I felt a small flash of envy as I often did seeing the bodies of tall, perfectly proportioned women. She was wearing the required hi-cut knickers, but this time instead of black lace they were modest white cotton, or as modest as hi-cut panties can ever be. Her blouse was tied up under her chest, baring her midriff, and as noted, her braless breasts shimmied whenever she moved.
"Soo May," she interrupted my thoughts, "could you show me where you keep the wine glasses?"
I gestured toward the kitchen door and followed her in. Mine weren't the only eyes on her half-covered ass, which had returned to its normal mildly tan color, having recovered from the pink that had been spanked into it two weeks before. As I was opening the cabinet where Jennie and I keep the long-stemmed glasses, we heard voices from the living room. Angie began to take the glasses out and I heard Robby's chuckle from the other room as I headed back there. But before I could push open the swinging kitchen door, it swung in on me and Dani pranced in.
In addition to being braless, as I'd noted before, she was now shoeless ... and pantless ... and wearing pink, lacy hi-cut panties ... and smiling.
This time, I couldn't contain myself.
"Dani! What the hell?" I hissed, and I heard Angie gasp and then giggle behind me.
"Oh, it's alright," she said, completely misreading my emotions, "I volunteered to help host and Mr. Daniels said it's OK."
"Oh, he did, did he?" I replied grimly, folding my arms over my chest, "But why are you ...?" my voice trailed off and I simply pointed at the pink "V" that covered her crotch.
"Oh," she said apparently surprised at my question, "the hostesses have to be in their undies. Isn't that the rule?"
I was speechless with rage, so she continued.
"The wine is in the fridge, right?"
She didn't wait for an answer, but just swept past me. I swear she was practically whistling a happy tune! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Angie biting her lower lip to keep from laughing, whether at Dani or me or both, I'm not sure.
"That's a wonderful perfume you are wearing, Dani." I heard Angie say, "What's it called?"
Eau de ManStealer,
I thought to myself and then I took a deep breath and pushed through the door and strode into the living room, unsmiling. I looked straight at Mickey with narrow eyes. He just gave a little shrug and looked away, but I could see that he, too, was working hard to suppress laughter.
I saw Dani's shoes and pants in a pile in front of the chair she had been sitting in. I kicked them aside and plopped down in it. Brad was still in the chair opposite and I could see that his face had acquired a blue tinge of anger around the ears and hairline. The same forced smile was still frozen on his face, but his eyes stared darkly at some distant enemy. He was clearly not happy with Dani, not a bit; and I felt a little sorry for him.
You'd better jump onto the raft with her, Brad, or wave goodbye,
I thought,
