Sara kept out of the way by tidying up while trying hard not to think about what had happened yesterday and that morning. At least Harry seemed sated from all the passionate sex they had indulged in as he too kept out of the way in his room.
She was sure he would keep their secret from his parents so all she needed to do was talk to Brian. He had so much influence over his friends she was sure he could bully them into not blabbing.
The kitchen was sparkling. She knew friends would take out their frustration on cleaning the house but it had never inspired her before and besides she was far from frustrated, at least not sexually. She had never had so many orgasms in her life.
This was one of the things that worried her. It was disturbing having had them with those young men though her thoughts were dominated by the need of preventing the sordid truth leaking out. Her whole life would be ruined if word got around the neighbourhood that she teased and had sex with them. Probably worse than that, she might be ostracised from the community.
***
"Hi Martha, you're back early. How was your trip?" Sara asked.
"Don't ask. He's been complaining the whole morning. When we got there my sister had perked up and he sat around with a look on his face. I couldn't stand it any longer so we upped and left." Martha complained.
"By the way how do you open the washing machine? I found these things in the guest bedroom hope you don't mind me borrowing them." Sara asked.
She felt embarrassed in the little black dress Harry had found for her. How could she tell Martha her son had dressed her like this for the thrill of it. Let alone that he had blackmailed her into playing around as his sex pet.
"Sorry, should have warned you. It's a bit tricky, you make the coffee and I'll sort it out."
Sara handed her a cup of coffee when she came back into the kitchen.
"I had to re-set the machine to start from the beginning. It'll take awhile but you'll have some super clean clothes." She sighed. Before Martha could even sip the coffee the phone rang. Reaching out to the wall phone Martha listened with the occasional murmur in reply. Obviously one of the constant talkers they both knew.
"I'm sure she will. I'm home early so she can spare a half hour." She watched her friend nod carelessly and returned to the caller. "No problem." Martha dropped the phone on its hook with a deep sigh. "Glad to get off the phone with her. Thanks for helping out you got me out of a jam."
"That's OK. Glad to help a friend." Sara lied, while thinking of all that had happened over the last couple of days.
"I'll give you a lift."
Sara was about to ask about her clothes then thought better of it. The sooner home the better. They turned the corner in the wrong direction for home and Sara was about to ask where they were going when her friend interrupted.
"She's a nice enough woman. The couple are real church goers, one of these tough sects that believe in old fashioned family values. You shouldn't have much trouble there as the father keeps them all in check. It's just to fill in for half an hour till the aunt arrives." Martha explained.
Sara groaned silently. Martha hadn't explained anything at all about the phone call. Sara thought she was thanking her for house-sitting not accepting another damn babysitting task.
'Well I can stand another half hour. It will be easy after all I've been through.' She mused. "You owe me for this Martha. One of your mixed fruit pies covered in cream will do it." Sara smiled. The tension seemed to be lifting the further away from Martha's house they drove.
Martha watched her friend walk up the drive. "Shit!" She was about to call through the window but the door was opening and she didn't want to get into another long conversation with that woman. She should have warned Sara about the dress. The husband was a church elder in one of the more extreme sects and wouldn't be happy at all.
***
A nice pleasant woman invited her in and chatted amicably though Sara understood what her friend meant. The woman was running off about nothing in particular not giving Sara a chance to ask any details about what was required or when the aunt would show up.
The house was minimalist, not with modern furniture rather it was old fashioned without the slightest comfort. In contrast with Martha's place it was cold and uninviting. Following the woman into the lounge she noticed the absence of a television. An interior decorator into the sixties look would just love the decor.
Before she could sit down the mother nodded to someone who entered the room behind her. Sara turned to see the child she was to babysit. She put a hand to her mouth stifling a screech of astonishment. Brian was boldly standing there leering at her. This was no child it was the eighteen year old bully that tormented her yesterday.
"This is the woman I was telling you about mother." He said.
Sara looked at the mother with anguish plainly writ large over her face. The dreadful secret was out to this compulsive town gossip; of all people why did it have to be her. Sara stared at the woman in trepidation waiting for an unpleasant scene.
"She is a lewd flirt and a tease mother. She paraded around in a bikini showing off her near naked body to us all at Harry's house. I can't tell you the dirty things she said and blasphemy too." He told his mother, pointing at her with an accusing finger.
Sara couldn't think what to say she was so afraid. This was exactly what had needed to be avoided. 'No! Please don't tell her any more.' Sara thought, quaking with fear wondering what he would say next.
"Dear me! I can't let you house-sit with our son. We need someone to look after our home after hearing what happened the other night. The police raided a house just round the corner. What shall we do? My husband will be angry if we are late for the church meeting. I should warn other mothers about her too." The mother flustered and spluttered.
Sara jumped as though slapped. The idea of this woman spreading such dreadful gossip around was horrendous. "Please don't tell anyone. You go with your husband. I will behave properly, just don't tell anyone. Please." Sara begged.
"She should be punished for what she did." Brian told his mother.
"Do you think she will learn the error of her ways Brian?" His mother asked of him.
"Yes I will learn to behave. I promise not to behave improperly in your home. It was all a silly mistake. I'm sorry, really I am. Please punish me and don't tell anyone about what happened." Sara poured out her heart in earnest regret.
Brian was staring at her with a look of glee in his eyes. Remembering the spanking he gave her yesterday she looked away from him in embarrassment. Sara looked at the mother willing her to change her mind about telling anyone. She wondered what the woman had in mind as way of punishment but couldn't think quickly enough to find the right words in this unusual situation.
"If you agree and you think it best Brian then a punishment might suffice. I'm sure your father would punish her for such sinful behaviour." The mother said.
"Get down on your knees!" Brian told her with a far stronger edge to his voice than before.
The whole gruesome episode of that dreadful evening flooded her mind bringing with it a state of panic and confusion. As though she were again being tormented by those callous youths her mind became swamped with fear and she dropped to her knees.
For a moment she became a pathetic schoolgirl being bullied by an older student. This time it wasn't her pig tails that were going to be pulled, there was more to lose than a little dignity. On her knees before the two of them she felt so small and pathetic and hoped for some Christian charity.
"No please. Help me. He's just an adolescent you can't let him punish a mature woman. He's your son don't let him punish me!" Sara pleaded.
"He's a male my dear. I can't overrule a male in this house. Men rule here you see. It's our custom and a strict rule." His mother said.
"Lean over the arm of that sofa." Brian ordered firmly.
The thought of this woman revealing her lewd secret to everyone in the neighbourhood drained all resistance. Her body collapsed over the sofa as though receiving a punch to knock the stuffing out of her. 'How can his mother let him do this to me?' She cried silently in anguish.
"Pull down your panties." Brian said, the triumph in his voice sounding clear.
She couldn't move. In such a short dress the little pair of red satin panties were obviously on show which was so very embarrassing; she just couldn't pull them down to bare her cheeks. 'This is so wrong. How can I let this young man do this to me? Why isn't his mother stopping him?'
"It's best you do as he says dear otherwise it will go harder on you. If my husband hears you've been a bad woman before his son he will certainly throw you out of the house. Now, do as you're told and no one need hear of your misbehaviour." She said.
"How can you let him do this to me? You wouldn't submit to this demeaning punishment!" She blurted out.
"If any man in this house thought I should be chastised then I would have to submit, dear. It's the rule of the house and what we believe is right."
Without hope of help from his mother Sara slipped her panties down revealing a cute arse, clenched tight in fear. 'Oh shit! No! Not this. It's disgraceful.' She thought. To be thrashed by this callous youth was bad enough but with his mother watching it was horrendous.
She heard the sound of a belt being slipped from a pair of jeans and gulped.
