The reward
Donna walked up to Ms. Brendan's house after she parked her car. It was a misty morning and very cold, and a small breeze made it feel so much colder. She tucked herself deeper in the short fur coat. It kept at least her upper body warm, but she hurried fast to the door, her legs were freezing already.
In her mind she was exited and anxious. Not so much because of meeting Ms. Brendan, or what she would make her do. It would be the usual nakedness, and probably some humiliation too. No, that was not something to look forward to.
It was because of the phone conversation she had with Ms. Brendan last night, when she had proudly announced she had reached her quota, even better, that she had managed to squeeze some additional orgasms out of Robert. True, they were mostly blow jobs, but they counted.
And Ms. Brendan had approved, no remarks and no discussion of the result. She even congratulated her and told her she would get her just reward! And that was the thing she looked forward to. What could the reward be, would it have been worth the effort?
She reached the door and rang the bell anxiously. She was cold, it was still freezing as the sun was barely up, and she wanted to get in as soon as possible. She looked at the empty street, only a few cars were in sight, the cold had a grip on the city it seemed, keeping everyone off the streets.
And how Ms. Brendan had instructed her to dress didn't help. But it was a small thing to do, compared to the weekend.
"All to keep Ms. Brendan happy." Donna smirked to herself.
As she waited in the cold, she felt how her body was still tired of the weekend. Having sex like this, where she had to do most of, if not all, the work, was tiresome. Especially as she hadn't come, not even really reaching close to her peak.
"Well, maybe the first day, yes." she thought back. "But the last two days it was just getting Robert off. I should get an award for my acting alone!"
But that didn't change the pain in her thighs, her hips, even her vagina felt kind of funny.
The door was opened pulling her out of her thoughts. She looked into the cold eyes of the driver. The girl had her usual skimpy outfit on, showing the tattoo on her breast. Well, more like advertising it, as her breasts bulged out of the corset-like uniform. A short skirt, black stockings, and high heels.
It was something she always wondered about, does she ever wear different clothing, like in her free time. Did she have any free time? She seemed to be always around.
Donna entered the house, happy to be out of the cold.
"Thank you." she said to the driver.
"That is what you'll have to wear." The driver pointed to a pair of white high heels, ignoring her thanks.
Donna nodded, and kept silent. It was no use talking to the driver as usual.
"So I have to go totally naked today..." she understood, as she focused on her upcoming talk with Ms. Brendan. "Well... if that's her kink for today..."
Donna didn't mind being naked in Ms. Brendan's house anymore, she would have worn anything Ms. Brendan told her today and wouldn't mind. Not today at least. She knew she had made it, and she knew she would get a reward. Ms. Brendan had told her so herself!
As she undressed, she felt her muscles ache again. She thought back again at the weekend, her fuck sessions with Robert. How different they were from their usual intercourse.
"It was raw fucking mostly." She smiled as she recalled the scenes, "He was even too much enjoying it to complain about anything, let alone notice I was acting, faking most orgasms."
As she dropped her skirt, she looked into the mirror at her own reflection.
"I am still hot enough to get my husband off whenever, wherever, and how often I want to." She thought proudly while looking at her legs, her thighs, and, as she turned, her ass.
"Even now in just a blouse I look hot" she thought.
As Donna faced the mirror again she looked at her vagina. The awful cut was still clearly visible. A reminder of the cruelty of Ms. Brendan.
"I wonder if it will ever go away. The doctor had said no, but maybe it becomes just a small scar in time..."
She unbuttoned her blouse, as she kept looking at herself.
"My body is indeed nicely toned. The right skin color due all that sunbathing... Well, a bit too dark maybe..."
Donna shifted her upper body a bit to let the light play on her free breasts.
"But that was obviously the idea of Ms. Brendan. She wanted this for the season slightly too dark tone. To make me look like a slut, but not too much. Just a bit off from the normal housewife look."
Donna smiled sadly.
"And the slut I have been, or better, the bitch" she thought as she remembered the Sunday afternoon again.
All had gone well, until Lisa and Trixy returned too soon with their pizza's. She had at that moment fucked Robert one more time, and they were getting ready for the last, the twenty-fifth. Needless to say, she was more than a bit frustrated at their quick arrival.
But it was getting worse, as it turned out they expected to spend the last hours with their dad, even planning to go with them to the airport.
She had looked for a way out, an excuse to get him back, but found no real solution.
"It was out of panic." She thought, "I would have never hit her like that."
And she had hit her daughter Lisa. They ended up fighting after a short but heavy argument. She had hit her own daughter a bleeding nose and shut her up in her own room.
Robert had been unaware of this, luckily, and Trixy was so taken by her mother's action she had meekly followed her order to go to her room too. Robert had heard part of the quarrel, how could he not as he was showering in the other room, but she had just taken him outside to the car as quickly as possible and was driving him away from the house before he could really react.
She sat down and picked up the white high heeled shoes. The driver had left her alone already, going about her own business, whatever that was.
