Young Boss Unwilling Celebrity Pt 47

Part 47

Shawna's mind was racing and her fingers trembling as she undid the buttons on her shirt. There had to be a way out of this! But all of her attempts to avoid her fate hadn't stopped her from getting to where she now was: taking her clothes off in front of Tim and Dr. Carly Sands!

Shawna was confident that she would have been able to talk her way out of this if Tim had been her only opponent, but when Carly had seemed to take his side, Shawna couldn't seem to think fast enough to keep things under control.

As Tim and Carly watched her out of the corner of their eyes, Shawna pulled her shirt tails out of her pants and unbuttoned the final button, and then shrugged her shirt off of her shoulders. She'd dressed business-casual, in a snug pair of cream-colored slacks, a white shirt and 2-inch heels, and when she turned to place her shirt carefully on a shelf beside her, Tim saw her pale blue bra, and--

Ooh! Her nipples were hard as rocks, and plainly visible through her bra. Tim noticed Carly giving him a look that was hard to read: she had noticed Shawna's perky nips, too.

As Shawna put her shirt down, she cursed herself for her obviously hard nipples.

She didn't even try to tell herself it was cold in here: she was experiencing some familiar feelings, and she knew what was going on. She only hoped that if she really had to go through with this, Carly and Tim wouldn't notice her moisture down below.

Shawna took a deep breath and started undoing her fashionably small belt. As she opened the top of her pants and lowered the zipper, she stepped out of her heels. The noticeable loss of height added to her uneasiness. Tim was already taller than she was, and Carly was roughly the same height. But in her bare feet, Carly was a little taller, and it felt like Tim towered over her.

Carly's words from earlier -- "the balance of power" -- rang in her ears.

Shawna quickly eased her pants over her waist and down, before she lost her nerve.

Most of her boyfriends had agreed that her ass was her best feature -- Tim had certainly thought so -- and she didn't disagree. It was a little rounder and more prominent than usual on a girl with her petite, slender frame, and she had kept up a disciplined routine of squats and lunges as part of her regular workout routine that she'd started in her late teens.

Her blue panties matched her bra, and Tim and Carly had turned enough to watch her as she bent and pulled her pants off. Her slender body was tanned, and lightly muscled. She folded her pants and put them next to her shirt, then turned toward Carly and Tim, who were now looking at her.

Standing there in her bra and panties, she couldn't keep herself from dropping her hands in front of her crotch. She tried one more time. "Okay, I'm obviously very vulnerable like this. We should be able to talk--"

Tim said, "No way. Bra and panties is not naked. If those women today had left me with my boxers or towel, I would have felt way less vulnerable!"

Shawna saw agreement in Carly' eyes, and forced herself to get this over with. Her bra had a front clasp, and she undid it, then partially shielded her breasts as she half-turned, and quickly dropped her panties and stepped out of them. She tossed those undergarments onto her pants.

In the middle of that, she heard a soft whistle from Tim, and as she turned back toward him, she saw that his eyes were on her butt, which she quickly rotated away from him, covering her crotch as she moved.

"Wow! Nice cottontail," Tim said, instinctively.

"What?" Carly said, looking at him with the hint of a smile.

Tim blushed when he met her eyes, and then looked back toward Shawna. "That's what we used to call it when a girl was really tan, but her ass was super white."

"You jackass," Shawna hissed. "What are you, five years old?" But she was blushing.

"I don't--" Tim tried. "I mean, it's just a... I don't remember you being so tan back when--"

Shawna interrupted him before he said something even more stupid. "I spent a few days at the beach lately."

"The contrast is pretty stark," Carly said. Shawna looked at her, as if to say, "You too? Really?"

Tim didn't know why Carly was helping him, but he appreciated it. And the angry and embarrassed look on Shawna's face was great! "Your boobs, too," he said. "They look like scoops of vanilla ice cream against your tan."

Shawna pulled one arm tighter across her breasts, which only flattened them a little, revealing more deliciously white, firm skin around her hand. "Can you just shut up?"

"And your nipples are like chocolate kisses on those vanilla--"

"Shut up!" she hissed.

Tim just grinned at her. "Turn around," he said, making a circling motion with his index finger.

"What?"

"All of those women got to see me from every angle," he said. "This is the least you can do." He circled his finger again.

Shawna glared at him, but when she looked at Carly, she just shrugged. Shawna didn't understand why Carly suddenly seemed to be collaborating with Tim. She sighed with disgust, and started turning to her right.

"Slower," Tim said.

She gave him an angry side-eye, but did as she was told. Tim and Carly's eyes were both on her pale bubble butt as it moved into profile. As she continued to turn she looked at the wall in front of her. She could feel their eyes on her bare ass, and she made herself keep turning.

"I'd forgotten about that beauty mark on your left cheek," Tim said.

Shawna said, "What?"

"This," Tim said, as he reached out and patted the little dark spot on her otherwise creamy white bottom. Shawna flinched and slapped his hand away, finishing her turn to find both Carly and Tim smiling at her.

"Okay," Shawna said, "I hope you're both happy! Now what are we supposed to be doing here?"

Carly raised her eyes over Shawna's body, seemingly forgetting that she was also naked. "Well, the best place to start is probably to tell your side of the spanking experience you had with Tim."

"My side?" Shawna said, staring at Tim. "You mean the truth, don't you?"

"Experiences can be perceived very differently by different people. Tim has told me his side, and now I'd like to hear yours."

"Really? What did he tell you happened?"

Tim spoke for himself. "We were going out for a short while, and seemed to be hitting it off. I liked you, and you seemed to like me, until we were messing around a little, having some foreplay. But when I playfully pulled you over my knee and spanked your cute butt a few times, you lost your mind, broke things off, and then apparently held a grudge ever since."

Shawna looked at him angrily, putting both hands on her hips. Until she saw his eyes drop to her newly bared breasts, and had to cover them up again. "'Playfully?' There's nothing playful about spanking somebody against their will!"

Carly spoke in a quiet, calm voice. "In my experience, people often engage in play in sexual situations. And spanking is a fairly common form of sexual play."

Shawna stared at Carly now. She expected the kind of pushback she was getting from Tim, but she didn't understand Carly at all.

After a moment of silence, Carly said, "I'm guessing that you had some prior experience with spanking, and it didn't end well?"

Shawna felt the heat in her face, and didn't know what to say. Carly was content to let the silence last, a common tactic in therapy. Shawna's mind was racing, and she knew what Carly was getting at. Her mouth opened, then closed. She didn't want to discuss this.

"Am I right, Shawna?" Carly gently pushed.

Shawna looked at her, then at Tim. Then back to Carly. She kept her mouth shut, pursing her lips.

"Why don't I just spank it out of you," Tim said, taking a step toward Shawna.

Shawna looked startled, and Carly said, "No!" She looked at Tim. "We're trying to unpack this, not aggravate it." Tim smiled and stepped back, raising his hands, palms forward. Showing that he was joking.

Carly looked at Shawna. "Normally, I'd take more time, maybe over several sessions, to make you comfortable enough to talk about this. But right now we're all naked and hiding in a maintenance closet, in a building full of people. I think we need to speed this up."

After another long silence, Shawna shrugged, an unhappy expression on her pretty face. "Okay. First, Tim's spanking me was still wrong." She looked at him, but he carefully kept his expression neutral. "But I had just had an... unpleasant experience with my previous boyfriend. And that might have had something to do with my reaction when Tim crossed the line."

Carly and Tim waited for her to continue. When she didn't, Carly prodded. "When you say 'unpleasant experience,' what are we talking about?"

"Well... we did some role playing."

When she paused again, Tim couldn't resist. "Like, he was your dad, and you were a naughty little girl, and he had to spank you and make you stand in the corner with your red butt showing?"

Carly said, "Tim!" and Shawna said, "No!" at the same time.

Carly said, "You're not helping."

Tim raised his hands again, but he couldn't keep a faint smile off his face.

"Does it really matter what the role playing was?" Shawna said.

"Hard to tell until I know," Carly said.

Shawna crossed her arms, unintentionally baring her full breasts, which bobbed alluringly. But she was too aggravated to notice. "Fine. I would wear my old cheerleader uniform, for example."

"Ooh, giggity!" Tim said.

Carly gave him a dirty look. To Shawna, she said, "Did the role playing involve spanking?"

"Yes. But that's not the issue."

"Then what was the issue?" Carly said, gently.

Shawna bit her lip for a few seconds, then made up her mind. "So I also dressed as a maid a couple of times. He'd bought a costume for me for a Halloween party, as a joke. But he... liked me in it, and he... persuaded me to wear it a couple of times around my apartment."

"Did the power imbalance in that role playing bother you?" Carly asked.

Shawna fidgeted. "Not really. I mean, the point of role playing is to pretend to be someone else, and I didn't feel like he was being abusive, or truly domineering."

"Then what was the issue?"

"Well, he invited me to bring the costume to his place once, and wear it there."

"And that's when he spanked you?"

"No. I mean, yes, but he had spanked me before. At my apartment." She was blushing, and when she glanced at Tim she saw the faint smile again. "But I had spanked him too, so that wasn't such a big deal."

Carly considered that. "What were the circumstances when you spanked him?"

Shawna said, "He had gone to the Halloween party as Tarzan, with a loincloth and a small leather shirt. I told him that if he wanted to see me in the maid costume, he had to wear the loincloth. He did, and... I joked around about the mess he'd made in the apartment that he wanted me to clean up. I told him that he wasn't in the jungle any more, and he needed to learn how to act like a civilized man, so I was going to spank him." This time she didn't look at Tim. "You know, like that."

"Was he... bare bottomed when you did this?"

Shawna continued to blush. "Sure. I mean, I spanked him a few times over the loincloth, but then I flipped it up and... you know."

Carly said, "And when he spanked you, were you naked?"

Shawna fidgeted again, obviously hating to have to discuss this. "Not completely."

"Do you mean--"

Shawna interrupted, speaking quickly. "I kept the uniform and the heels and stockings on. But he flipped up my skirt, and pulled my panties down."

Carly glanced at Tim, who was smiling at that mental image. She said, "Okay, so far I'm not sure what was so triggering about that. This is a very common kind of sexual play. I'm sure that Tim has done the same thing, for example."

Tim was caught off guard, and Shawna looked up at him, expectantly. Tim raised his hands. "This isn't about me," Tim said, "and I've never been triggered by any sexual play that I may or may not have experienced."

Shawna allowed herself a small smile at his discomfort. But Tim recovered quickly. "What about you, Dr. Sands? Have you ever done any roleplaying? Maybe one of your professors took you over his knee when you were a student? Or did you get a spanking from a dissatisfied therapy patient?"

Now it was Carly's turn to blush. "Let's not get off topic here." She turned back to Shawna, but Tim studied her cute blush and her quick little fumble. He wondered what kind of sexual past this attractive young professor had in her closet.

Carly locked her eyes on Shawna again. "I feel like we haven't gotten to the key experience with your previous boyfriend yet."

Shawna took a deep breath, and reluctantly said, "Okay, so I took the maid's uniform to his apartment, and put it on, and he had me pretend to clean the apartment."

"So, you know. I'm dusting on the top of a bookcase, up on my tip toes, and he's looking up my skirt. And then he pretends to see some dirt under the couch, so I get down on the floor to brush it out, and he swats my butt."

She wouldn't make eye contact with Tim as she was saying this, and that was probably a good thing, because he couldn't stop grinning at the thought of sexy Shawna prancing around the apartment in her little French maid costume.

"And?" Carly said, softly.

"And when I was done, he insisted on doing an inspection. So I had to follow him around the apartment, while he swiped a finger across every surface, looking for dirt. He finally pretended to find some, and then said that he'd have to punish me. He pulled a chair into the middle of the living room, and sat down in it. And... waved me over to him."

"But I asked him if the apartment door was locked. He had a roommate, and told me that he was out for the night, but I didn't want to take any chances. So he walked over the door and clicked the lock, and I thought that he'd locked it."

"Uh oh," thought Tim, as he felt himself getting harder.

"Anyway," Shawna continued, "he came back over and sat down, and he took me over his knee."

"Did he lift your skirt that time," Carly asked, "and pull down your panties?"

Shawna just nodded. "He started to spank me. Not super hard."

"Did he use something?" Carly said. "A paddle, or a hairbrush?"

"No. Just his hand."

"Okay. Were you still okay with it, so far?"

Shawna nodded again. She was looking down now.

"So... what changed?" Carly said.

Shawna was quiet for a long moment. Then, with her head still down, she sighed, and the words spilled out. "I didn't know it, but he had left the door unlocked. Three guy friends from one of our classes came over, and let themselves in very quietly."

"You didn't see or hear them?" Carly asked.

Shawna shook her head again. "My hair was kind of... hanging across my face. And the spanking and my... my reaction... was a little loud."

Tim watched, entranced. She'd forgotten all about her nudity now. Her arms were crossed under her full, white breasts, and her dark, hard nipples were rising and falling with her breath. Her delicate little pussy was neatly trimmed, with a dusting of brown hair that looked darker against the pale skin around it.

"But your boyfriend saw them," Carly said, stating the obvious.

Shawna finally raised her head, and her eyes flashed at Carly. "He'd set it up. He told those guys what he'd be doing and when, and he left the door unlocked for them. They snuck in, and I had no idea they were behind me."

Tim swallowed, a sudden sick feeling in his stomach. They hadn't attacked her, had they? He grimaced.

As if reading his mind, Carly said, "Did they... assault you?"

"What?" Shawna snapped. "No! My boyfriend was an asshole, and so were they, and he'd set up a mean prank to humiliate me!"

Tim and Carly thought the same thing at the same time: "Thank God!"

"So, what did they do?" Carly finally asked.

"They had cell phones, and they stood about 10 feet away and recorded my boyfriend spanking me!"

"You said that... your panties were down?" Carly asked.

"They were off. I mean, he'd pulled them down, but with all the...." She swallowed. "I guess I'd kicked them off."

"So you felt... extremely vulnerable."

Shawna looked at her with fire in her eyes. "I was totally bottomless! I'm pretty short, and he had me perched up over his knee, so I was... kind of... jack-knifed. With my rear end sticking up."

"I see."

"Yeah! They could see everything! In between spanks, he... rubbed me... my pussy. I relaxed some, and..." She looked down again.

"You were exposed," Carly finished her thought.

"They could see my asshole and my pussy," Shawna almost hissed, the memory obviously painfully clear, "and my red, stinging ass. And they recorded it!"

Carly didn't know what to say to that. "What happened after that?"

"One of them laughed," she snapped, "and then all of them did. I rolled off of my boyfriend's knee, and tried to cover myself. I saw their cell phones, and I was so mad. I slapped my boyfriend really hard, and then looked around for my panties, but I couldn't find them. I think one of those creeps stole them. So I ran into the bathroom and locked the door."

She glanced at Tim, and if he was responsible, somehow. "They recorded me all, from the back, all the way into the bathroom!

"How do you know that?" Carly asked.

"Because I saw the video," Shawna said. "Those creeps shared it with some people at school, and one of my girlfriends saw it, and thought I should know. So she...showed it to me."

After a little silence in the room, Carly said, "That sounds terrible, and I can see why it would be very humiliating."

"Can you?" Shawna said. "Has anyone ever bared your ass and pulled you over their knee, and let their loser friends record you?"

Carly opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. Tim noticed that her faced was flushed again, and he wondered what she was thinking at that moment.

When she didn't answer, Shawna said in an angry whisper, "By that time my ass was pink, and my boyfriend was making me say things." She saw Carly and Tim exchange glances. "He asked me if I was a naughty girl, and if I deserved this spanking. I nodded, but that wasn't good enough for him, and he made me say it. He made me ask him to keep spanking me."

"I..." Carly began. But she didn't know what to say.

"He would rub my ass in between spanks, which felt good. Because it was stinging. But then he put his... he fingered me. My pussy. And I had a natural reaction. You could hear it on the video."

Tim found himself wondering what she meant, exactly. Did she come? Or did she just moan, or maybe ask for more? But Shawna sounded furious now, and he wasn't about to ask.

She continued. "The worst part was that for weeks afterward, I didn't know who had heard about it or seen the video, and I got paranoid. Every time someone looked at me in the hallway, I wondered if they'd seen me getting my bare butt spanked. When anyone was laughing anywhere nearby, I wondered if they were laughing at me."

"I understand," Carly said.

Suddenly Shawna turned toward Tim and crossed her arms, glaring at him. The action made her luscious white tits bounce enticingly, but she was totally caught up in the embarrassing memory. "Did you see that video?" she demanded.

Tim was caught by surprise. "What? No!"

She examined his face, looking for any sign that he was lying. She must not have found any. "But you at least had heard about it. Why else would you pull me over your knee and try to spank me?"

Tim glanced at Carly, and then back at Shawna. "Because I was attracted to you, and you've got a very cute ass!"

That wasn't the right answer. Shawna spat, "You prick!"

Carly intervened. "Wait a minute. Shawna, how long after your... your spanking did Tim ask you out?"

"About a month," Shawna said.