There was a homeless woman I met by chance and allowed her to move into my house. Her name was Shirley.
We were not any way intimate. I'm too old for that. She would sometimes wear really revealing clothes and I loved to look but there was still no action. She was about 28 years old and if she needed action she could certainly attract it somewhere with someone. She never even seemed to look for work but would be gone for several hours every week or so. I suspected she found someone much younger than me to get satisfaction. I knew she did some charity work because she had regular friends. She was attractive in an odd sort of way with blond hair and a reasonably trim figure. Later when I saw her in shorts or short dresses, I liked what I saw in her legs. She had some boobs but not enough to turn heads. At least she didn't turn mine.
I didn't really care that she was not working. I didn't pry but suspected she had some kind of income because she contributed some to household expenses. It probably was not sufficient for what she consumed but again at my age, it was somewhat comforting to have someone around in case I collapsed for some reason. I didn't have a history of such things but you never know. It was like having a live in care giver. She did irritate me some of the time because she would act like the house was her house and she was in charge. I'm cool and don't really let such things bug me much.
There was nothing in the world to help me keep track of time. I knew the months and the year but holidays surprised me and school terms beginnings and ending were as foreign to me as Greek Holidays. I knew they occurred but had not idea when.
One day Shirley came into the kitchen where I was making some lunch. She informed me her niece was just getting out of school for the year. Her sister was in the service and going to have to deploy to an overseas assignment. She said she had invited Molly to come live with us for the next two years. Well, I just went along. I figured I could deal with some snotty nosed little girl since it wasn't a smart ass little boy.
Speaking of "boy", boy was I surprised when this fairly tall, slim, attractive upper teenager was introduced to me. Her mother brought her over along with her clothes and a few other personal items. I had four bedrooms and we put her in one of them. I noticed her mother was very authoritative and Molly was very submissive. The mother told me and Molly that Shirley was in charge but if she wasn't around, I was to keep her in line. I asked if she was a problem. Her mother said, "No and she had better not be a problem".
I said I thought we would get along fine.
It seemed that as soon as Molly's mother had embarked on her way to her assignment Shirley began to harass poor Molly. She ridiculed her. Molly had just finished her sophomore year but was eighteen years old. Shirley began to call her stupid. Molly tried defending herself saying she had missed two years because of illness and that when she recovered she decided to continue so she could get her diploma.
That didn't mean anything to Shirley. She had found someone who was submissive and she took every opportunity to embarrass or humiliate the poor girl. Sometimes I think she did it just to try to impress me.
One day just as I came in I saw that Molly was on the back patio talking and laughing with two boys with whom she had gone to school. She seemed pretty popular, especially with the boys she would have been classmates with had she not had health issues. These guys were going to be sophomores at the local community college. They would come by after she got home from summer school where she was trying to catch up. Some of them had summer jobs but apparently they found her attractive because she was quite mature, intelligent and attractive though shy.
I had just gotten in the house and when Shirley saw me sit down in the family room which had glass door access to the patio, she called Molly into the house. Molly came in right away leaving the two boys where they were.
"Molly, it's time for the boys to go home so we can have our dinner. Please tell them."
Molly said, "Yes, ma'am" and headed for the door.
Shirley called her back, "Molly, before you go out to tell them, take off your shirt". Molly was wearing a pullover shirt.
She was shocked, of course, and protested.
Shirley said, "You know better than to talk back to me. You do as I say and don't just tell them out the door. You go out and give each one of them a kiss".
Molly turned scarlet but she knew better than to refuse, so she pulled her shirt over her head and went out the door. She was wearing jeans and her bra. The bra was sufficient to cover her breasts, probably bigger than a bikini top, but it was the principle of the idea that she was in her underwear. The glass was open with just the screen closed and I heard her tell the boys she had been ordered to remove her shirt, tell them it was time to leave and give each a kiss. I could tell from where I sat that the boys saw this as erotic and had really silly grins on their faces. However they said nothing and left by the side gate.
Molly came in. She was softly crying. She went to her room. I didn't look at her but really felt sorry for her.
Within a few minutes, she returned to the family room and sat down. She had taken the pull over to her room but had returned without it. She was wearing just the bra on top. In a little bit she jumped up, went into the kitchen and I heard her cheerfully ask Shirley what she could do to help. I thought that was quick recovery. I didn't know if she was smart enough to be showing Shirley she was not letting Shirley get to her or if she hadn't really been all that upset.
We had dinner, Molly was wearing just her bra on top, and didn't seem to care. This was the first time I had seen her less than fully dressed so it wasn't like this was something she had already been accustomed to doing in the house. Shirley didn't react at all.
The next day three young men, former classmates of Molly, showed up. Though school was no longer in session the two guys who had been excused by Molly while she was in her bra had apparently told a third and they all came to see the show. Molly was embarrassed as she knew why there was suddenly more interest. Fortunately, Shirley was gone but I was there. I had been nicer to Molly than Shirley was, so I think she felt she was safe that day.
Molly took the men out to the patio as before. I could hear them and though nothing was said about the previous experience, she was very tentative probably feeling that the two guys who had seen her in her bra were picturing her that way.
Unfortunately, Shirley came home while the guys were still there. She went into her room and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I could see she had on a bra so she was just getting out of dressy clothes. She came into the family room and heard Molly and the boys talking. She went to the door and saw who was there. She turned to me.
"Looks like her friends came back for a closer look. I recognize the two that were here yesterday. We don't want to disappoint them."
With that comment she called Molly in. "You can't disappoint your friends, Molly. They obviously came to see a repeat performance of your previous one. Take off your shirt."
Molly turned red and said, "No".
Shirley stood up and went chest to chest with her and being a few inches taller, yelled at her, "You'll do what I say or there will be severe consequences. Do you want me to strip you and spank you right in front of your friends?".