Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 171
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Puppy Love
Chapter One
Suddenly the door to our room opened. Rachel turned her face, seeing
as I did the huge figure in the doorway.
ÒMaster!Ó we both cried. For a moment we stood spellbound as he
regarded us. Myself, cut loose from my wrist rope, perhaps without his
permission, standing nude on the bed with my pillow upraised to defend
myself. And Rachel, flunking surely as a newly appointed teacher, with
her blouse ripped open and her skirt down round her knees, one leg just
lifted up, planting a foot on the bed so she could get up on it to fight me.
Master stood calmly, cooly, his face shadowed by the lit hallway at
his back. In his hands he held a strap, his own belt, looped double. He still
wore his fine suit that heÕd met me in earlier. ÒGirls,Ó he said, his voice
deep, commanding. ÒThere will be some extra training for you both. Right
now, though, I want you both to settle down. IÕm entertaining some guests
upstairs. ItÕs a good thing I was getting a book from the library when I
heard you. If IÕd had to come all the way downstairs, and IÕm sure I would
have from the noise you were making, there would be a demotion in store
for you, Rachel. And Barbi, you wouldnÕt be getting the good nightÕs sleep
IÕm sure you need for the all the things I have planned for you tomorrow.Ó
ÒWeÕll be good, master!Ó Rachel said hastily.
ÒHmmm,Ó master said, smacking his lips. He sounded as if he were
sucking on a lozenge. ÒAnd you, Barbi? Can you contain yourself until I
have time for you tomorrow?Ó
ÒYes, master,Ó I answered, full of love and admiration for him. He
was so tall, so eerily handsome. A woman appeared suddenly beside him.
A woman I had not seen before. Nor Rachel, from the look on her face. She
was ravishingly dressed in a daring, full-length party gown. It sparkled
with sequins. She held a drink, delicately balanced.
ÒAre these your little playmates?Ó she asked. I felt suddenly
mortified. Rachel seemed to share my humiliation.
ÒMy naughty playmates,Ó he answered. ÒBehaving like little girls in
here.Ó
ÒWhy donÕt you let me handle them for you?Ó the woman asked.
Snakelike, her fingers stole onto masterÕs belt.
ÒAlright,Ó he agreed, to Rachel and my shared horror. She took the
belt. Another woman appeared behind her.
ÒOh, good! Something funnyÕs about to happen! Look, dear!Ó the
woman proclaimed. A man appeared. Middle-aged, not particularly
handsome. Someone I wouldnÕt say two words to in the street.
Our tormentress advanced. ÒKneel down, girls,Ó she said. ÒOn the
floor, please. Each of you put your pillow under your knees. I know how
much your master values you.Ó Trembling, our eyes agape, Rachel and I
dropped to our knees beside the bed. I felt like a mounted boarÕs head, my
knees atop the big pillow IÕd been holding. It kept them protected from the
roomÕs hard wooden floor. ÒFaces on the bed,Ó the woman commanded.
ÒPlease, master!Ó Rachel begged, but put her face flat on the bed
just as quickly as I. There was no telling what might happen if we didnÕt
obey. I had already learned the value of quick obedience here. ÒLegs apart
a little more, girls,Ó the woman told us. We pushed our knees out from
each other until they were at either end of our pillows. ÒSuch nice little
sexes,Ó the woman said, bending to admire our proffered pouches. The
other guests advanced, bent low, admired us. I grabbed the coverlet of the
bed and held tight. With my teeth I bit into it. I saw Rachel doing the
same. Suddenly she blanched. Someone had doused her bottom with a
drink!
ÒHurts more wet, dear,Ó the unknown manÕs voice said. It was him
who had done it! His wife, no better looking than he, splashed my ass with
alcohol. I flinched at the slight sting.
WHAAAP! came suddenly, making Rachel cry out as the strap hit her
hard across her offered peach. I knew the scent of fear, wished I at least
had her blouse, her jacket, short as they were, her skirt too, though it
banded uselessly round her knees.
SWWWWAP! I jerked as my own bottom bounced under the lash.
ÒThatÕs all,Ó master said. He retrieved the belt. For a moment
Rachel and I just stared at one another, expecting worse. I heard the
guests exit.
ÒUtter trollops,Ó I heard the unattractive woman say. ÒFor the life
of me, Shaftsbury, I havenÕt the least idea why you keep them.Ó
ÒFor amusement,Ó our master answered, which made me feel as
uncomfortable as my bottom.
Rachel stood, a little unsteady. I rose up also, to get away from the
belt, if nothing else. Ruefully we each took hold of our bottom cheeks.
Master looked down at us expectantly.
ÒThank you for sparing us, master,Ó Rachel offered. She rose on her
tip-toes and he bent down and accepted a kiss from her. ÒThank you,Ó I
said in turn, honoring him with a kiss of my own, right on his lips, tasting
RachelÕs lipstick.
ÒIf I hear either of you again it will be a different story,Ó he told us.
ÒYouÕre only being spared because IÕve got other things to attend to.Ó We
both nodded obediently. ÒTomorrow your training will start,Ó he told me.
ÒDonÕt expect it to be easy.Ó I said nothing. I lowered my eyes. He caught
me by the chin and lifted it. ÒDo you love me?Ó he asked.
ÒYes, master,Ó I answered. ÒWith all my heart.Ó He grabbed me by
the back of my neck, a handful of my long hair spilling within and over his
hand, and bent me right over until I was face-to-face with my knees.
WHACK! His free palm scorched my bottom once, splatting across
both my cheeks.
ÒYeeeow!Ó I cried, unhappily. I felt like a sack of potatoes, except
they werenÕt known for having spankings.
ÒYes, youÕve been very bad!Ó I heard next, and felt a patter of female
handslaps rain over my upended rear.
ÒOw! Ow! Ow!Ó I yelped, glad though, that RachelÕs hand had replaced
masterÕs. He let go and before I could stand he took Rachel, her dress still
at her knees, and bent her over and gave her the same ear-shattering,
bottom-splatting blow IÕd had.
ÒBoo! Hoo! Hoo!Ó Rachel cried, clearly upset at receiving the final
humiliation. Master stomped from the room and closed the door behind us.
ÒSee what youÕve done?Ó Rachel asked me. We stood facing each
other, ruefully, rubbing our hineys like toon characters whoÕd just got
their bottoms burned. Hello Kitty, meet My Little Pony. Rachel shook her
proud ponytail, let go of her fanny, and bent and pulled up her skirt. ÒYou
need to behave better,Ó she scolded me. I stood watching as she buttoned
back up the remnants of her shirt. Her boobies wiggled, not sure they
wanted to be encased in the starch again.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó I said, suddenly abashed. I was less sorry than selfish,
though. I didnÕt want her sharing in the spotlight master had reserved for
me. ÒTell me what to do and IÕll just do it, no questions asked.Ó
ÒFirstly, you are going to behave, or IÕll report you to Tara and
Jasmine. They have secret ways of making somebody wish sheÕd done as
she was told, Ôcause theyÕre part lesbians, not like you and me. Are you a
lessie?Ó she asked. There was an accusing tone in her voice.
ÒNo,Ó I said. I looked down at my toes and wiggled them at myself.
ÒAnd quit wiggling your toes!Ó Rachel scolded me. ÒThat was the
start of our trouble last time. I should have stopped you the minute I saw
it!Ó I ceased my wrigglings. I kept my head down, though. I wished
master would return, and do whatever he had planned for me. I did not like
waiting for it. It made it worse, waiting. I guessed he knew that. Would I
win him with my performance? Would I make him all my own? If I did, IÕd
send Rachel and Tara and Jasmine packing. This would be my house, and
weÕd move it to Rio, or the North Pole perhaps, where IÕd keep master
penned up in an igloo and put and end to his wayward ways. IÕd tame him, I
would! Please him and tame him in my pleasing of him. Until he could
never think of being with anyone else ever again.
Ò...time for your bath,Ó I heard Rachel telling me. ÒCome this way. I
drew it an hour ago, I guess it was, thanks to your getting us in trouble. I
put in bubbles and everything, but theyÕre probably gone now. WeÕll have to
make a whole new one!Ó She marched me from the room, ahead of her. We
went down the hall, around the corner, and into a small bathroom. Rachel
shut the door. She bent over, felt the temperature of the water with her
hand.
ÒYep!Ó she announced with disgust. ÒAll gone cold. I should make
you wash in it anyway. Drain it out and fill it up again, young lady! Hop to
it!Ó
No sooner had she issued her order than Rachel hiked up her skirt and
sat herself down on the potty. ÒIÕm glad our punishment didnÕt last any
longer,Ó she proclaimed. I heard a splashing sound. ÒI drank too much at
dinner. Cranberry juice. My favorite, but it makes me pee.Ó
ÒI need to go too,Ó I said.
ÒTake care of the tub first,Ó Rachel ordered.
ÒOkay,Ó I answered. Conscious of my bottom, not wanting to moon
her, I bent my knees to get my hand down into the water and the drain at
its base. I lifted the drain and the water began to recede.
ÒWeÕll be using a scrub brush,Ó Rachel said, wiping herself. ÒAnd IÕll
be doing the scrubbing, to make sure you get totally clean.Ó I saw the
brush, lifted it. It was long-handled. I ran my fingers over its prickly
business-end.
ÒDonÕt do my nipples with it,Ó I begged. I could just see her
scrubbing her heart out, and my titties were as stiff as cherry stems.
They felt utterly sensitive.
ÒIÕll be doing all parts of you, itÕs my job,Ó Rachel said, standing up
and pulling up her skirt. Her blouse looked silly the way it was half torn,
half-buttoned, missing a button in the middle so the inner curves of her
breasts showed. I saw she had little peaks of her own beneath the
conservative shirt.
ÒIf you do well as a slave youÕll become a teacher, like me!Ó she said.
She walked over to me, took the brush from my hands. ÒGet in,Ó she
admonished. She put a hand to my rear and I stepped into the tub. I did not
like being a slave to her. It seemed too childish. I wished Tara would
return.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Rachel turned. I heard her gulp.
Was master reading my mind? It was the woman with the sequined dress.
She had a severe, uncompromising look about her. With predatory eyes she
regarded me. She was wearing her very expensive gown, as she had when
she spanked the both of us with masterÕs strap. ÒIÕll be seeing to BarbiÕs
bath, and yours,Ó she said to Rachel.
ÒMine?!Ó Rachel asked, aghast. Quietly the woman closed the
bathroom door and came over to us. She moved with a slow, quiet grace.
She was older than both of us. Late 20Õs, perhaps, early 30Õs. ÒGet in the
tub,Ó she told Rachel.
ÒBut I--Ó Rachel began. The next thing I knew she was splashing
beside me, fully dressed in her uniform. Both of us stood as the last of
the water drained with a snarl from the tub. ÒBut these are my new
shoes!Ó Rachel cried. She did not like getting them wet.
ÒMaster gave them to you, and youÕve not worn them at all,Ó the
woman replied. ÒI should hardly think theyÕre too dirty to take a swim in
the tub!Ó
ÒBut theyÕre not meant for swimming!Ó Rachel moaned.
ÒNow they are,Ó the woman replied. ÒBend over and plug the drain.
Start the water, Barbi. I obeyed, turning on the water as Rachel bent low
to stopper the drain.
ÒHey! DonÕt get my hair wet!Ó Rachel cried. I loosed the water and
she just barely managed to get her precious dangling ponytail out of the
way.
ÒBoth of you, sit down!Ó our new Mistress of the Bath told us.
ÒBut IÕve--Ó Rachel began.
The woman lifted the back of RachelÕs skirt and whacked her bottom
with the scrub brush. ÒNot another word, young lady! ItÕs bath time!Ó
Thus encouraged, we both plopped down into the water without further
protest. I might have squatted on my heels, but given her demeanor, I sat
right down on my fanny, and poor Rachel did too.
ÒItÕs no fun taking a bath in my clothes,Ó Rachel griped. ÒIÕM
supposed to be the teacher!Ó
ÒWell now I am,Ó the woman replied. ÒBut you may simply call me
Anna.Ó Something about her casual use of her first name did not calm my
fear of her. I felt like we were little animals, pets, like the toy doggies
women sometimes keep for their amusement.
ÒI have to go to the bathroom,Ó I said hopefully, thinking I might be
dismissed from the tub.
ÒStand up then, dear,Ó Anna said. I did so, lifted my knee to
surmount the tub wall. Anna caught it with her hand. ÒNo dear,Ó she said.
She sprinkled powder from a box of Mr. Bubble into the rapidly filling tub.
ÒStand over Rachel.Ó I turned. She guided me with a gentle hand, pressing
against my fanny. I could feel her long nails indenting my flesh there. It
felt like she could tear my skin open at any moment. ÒStraddle Rachel, one
leg on either side of her.Ó I did as she said, placing my palms atop
RachelÕs head so I could get her face twixt my thighs.
ÒNow pee,Ó Anna told me.
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