So here is the 3rd and final part to this short little tale. I know what you're thinking, "Part 3 is the end!? Already?" Hey, hey it's ok, because it's not really the end! There's more to come to follow this little tale a bit farther, stay tuned!
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(When last we left off...)
Frozen with her small hands at her sides, all three of us stare at each other silently as if no one knows what to do next. It's just then that you start to feel the slightest pressure from my hands at the top of your back attempting to push you down as I was going to before. Horror washes over you at the realization of what I'm proposing. Your body starts to tense up and your hands on the table top lock up in a vain attempt to give me some resistance. To this I simply push harder, forcing you to bend at the waist as you upper body moves down towards the wooden surface.
As you reluctantly start to give in to the strength of my hands on your upper back, your body bends at the waist as you feel the hard edge of the wooden picnic table biting into your hips and stomach as you lean forward. Moving my hands down to the middle of your back, still pushing as you go, your elbows hit the top of the table as your forearms rest stretched out in front of you, your palms flat on the surface and your fingers flattened out. Not pushing you all the way over, but just enough to get a good bend out of your body, your quivering stomach rests on the wooden surface below you, but your full, braless breasts sway under your chest, just above the top of the table. You start to spread your legs to get a better balance under you, but my legs (which are already semi-straddling yours) close in, trapping your legs together tightly like they were when both were resting over my chest and shoulder before this.
The whole time this positioning has taken place, we've all three of us been staring at each other. Her looking at us, you and me at her together. The only difference being how we're looking at each other: Your eyes look at her in an almost pleading, hopeless expression as embarrassment and fear wash over you all at once. Here, in the middle of the night, being bent over this cold picnic table as this young girl watches you. Her look is more of shock and disbelief like she's frozen solid physically while her mind tries to work through what she's witnessing. How unreal it all seems. Like she's watching a movie. Mine to her is an expression of wonder and promise. Almost saying with my eyes; welcome to our world, stay awhile and see what you think of it. Mostly, however, for my mind it's a sense of control. Knowing how embarrassed you are by all this: being caught out in the open, looked at by strangers. And knowing there's nothing you can do about it. This is what I've decided you will do, and you'll do it without question or hesitation. You may have fear, but you also have obedience.