Fun With Friends: Part II.
CB (Child Bride) sitting on the coffee table, all of a sudden feeling like someone who had lost total control of a situation was really curious about what my friend and his wife were talking about down the hall in their master bedroom. The friend came back into the room and asks for the camera and suggested you should go to the bathroom before you guys begin your Sunday Afternoon adventure. You stand up smiling limply at him hoping he sees your confusion and desire to know what was going to happen. He offered nothing else. Taking the camera from you and going back into the bedroom where his wife was. You use the restroom and try to clean yourself and dry off with the hand towels on the rack. Not wanting to make anyone mad you do not tarry for long. Moving back out into the living room unsure what to do next. Somehow this is a scenario you had never imagined in your wildest dreams. So here you are standing in the middle of the living room of our friends home looking like a high class hooker in your half-cup bra covered by an almost see through blouse with a very short mini-skirt, no panties or thong in some very slutty looking high heels, having given them permission to be the dominate to your submissive slut attitude. Nope not the way it was planned. Ha! What plan? I was just on an adventurous escapade to try and make my husband happy with my new sub/slut attitude. Guess I'm going to do that. Or at least I hope I am.
His wife came out of the bedroom first by herself. She had a determined expression on her face that did not tell you whether she was happy, angry, turned on or what. Your eyes follow her as she comes into the room. She walks all the way around you eyeballing you from top to bottom, front to back and side to side. Despite yourself you realize that you getting turned on. Your nipples growing erect and more moisture warming the top of your legs.
"You really look the part of a whore you know that don't you? She asked.
"Well I dressed to pose for pics..." I said before she cut me off.
"It was a yes or no question, you ignorant slut, whore. What were you and my husband doing outside for so long? Were you tempting him? Did you show your ass?"
"Shut the fuck up, you lying cunt!" she yelled cutting me off at mid-sentence.
"Turn around, bend over and pull your skirt up. DO NOT make a sound or move until I tell you to."
Scared to death, I had never seen her act this way, so I turned around, bent over and reluctantly pulled my very short skirt up over the cheeks of my ass." Feeling strange and silly I stayed like that as I heard her go out of the room. A few minutes later I hear and see the click and flash of my digital camera. Without thinking I begin to rise up. SMACK! Someone had struck my bare ass with almost enough force to tip me over. I screamed OUCH very loudly. His wife came around in front of me holding what looked like an old fraternity paddle.
"Did I not tell you not to stand up and to be quiet until told to do otherwise?" she said as she gently tapped the paddle into the palm of her hand. The clicking and flashing camera continued to record the whole scene.
