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THE BATH
It was the largest bathroom Marie Clair had ever seen. Ruffled white
curtains, several furry, white area rugs, and a big tub, almost full of scented
bubbles. Marie Clair had never had help undressing before, but thought she’d
better cooperate. Besides, she was fascinated by Inga. Marie Clair timidly
asked several questions while they were still alone, but all she got for
answers were several cryptic, “You’ll see.”s for answers.
When she was completely undressed, covering herself with crossed arms, she
started to step into the tub which stuck out into the middle of the room. Inga
prevented her from getting in with a gentle restraint on her arm.
“You’re so pretty.” Inga whispered into her ear. “You’ll like it here.”
“Thank you.” Marie Clair said out loud.
“Shhh!” still whispering.
Mrs. Hardman entered and closed the door. “Inga. Five spanks. Now!”
“Yes, Mum.” Inga replied as she quickly removed her panties and presented
her bare bottom to Mrs. Hardman who was now sitting on the wooden stool dear
the dressing table. Inga bent all the way over. From this view Marie Clair
could see that she had no public hair.
Although she was surprised by this observation, Marie Clair decided not to
say anything.
While spanking Inga, Mrs. Hardman explained to Marie Clair, “She wasn’t
supposed to be talking to you yet.”
Coming to Inga’s defense Marie Clair said, “She didn’t talk to me, even
though I kept asking her questions. I was the only one talking because I
didn’t know we weren’t supposed to. So I should be getting the spankings, not
Inga.”
“My. That’s commendable, Marie Clair, but we saw and heard you both
talking on the security cameras. There are cameras all over the house - in
every room. So don’t try to fool me. But I know you meant no harm.”
Stopping after just three spanks on Inga’s bare bottom, Mrs. Hardman said,
“I think that’s enough. Seems like you have a new friend, Inga. Why don’t you
undress and hop in with her? You can help me wash her.”
“Yes, Mum. I would really like to.” and Inga began undressing, needing a
little help unfastening some of the underthings.
“Now, come here Marie Clair and let me inspect you closer. I can see
already we’ll need to shave the fine, reddish hair on your legs and your little
tuft of red, pubic hair.” As Marie Clair stood in front of her, trying not to
show her nervousness at being touched this way by a woman - or anyone for that
matter. “Hold up your arms. Turn around. Good. Now hold your fanny open and
bend over. Farther.” She was blushing - because Inga was watching and because
Mrs. Hardman was inspecting her bottom so closely.
“Looks very clean. Nice pink anus and such pretty, tiny, pink nipples.”
“Thank you, Mam.” not knowing what to say.
“Bring me the scissors, Inga, so I can snip off this little patch of red
hair before the bath. We’ll do something nice with this hair tomorrow on our
shopping trip. Now turn back around and face me, Little Marie.” As she
was snipping off most of Marie Clair’s tuft of pubic hair, Dr. Hardman walked
in. Marie Clair
immediately bent forward and crossed her arms in front of herself. Her attempt
at modesty actually squeezed her rather small, pointy breasts together and
forward between her arms - in a very innocent, but erotic way.
Dr. Hardman chuckled.
Inga chuckled, now naked and standing at attention by the tub.
Mrs. Hardman said, “Marie Clair. Stand up straight. Put your hands at
your sides. Let me clip the rest of this off.” pulling Little Maire towards
her with a tug on her remaining pubic hair.
“That’s so pretty.” said Dr. Hardman, “Let me see.” holding out his hand
for the next snippet of hair.
Mrs. Hardman snipped off a small bunch of fine, reddish hair and handed it
to Dr. Hardman. “This is so pretty, why don’t we leave a tiny patch just above
her slit?”
“You got here just in time. Hand me the shaving creme and I’ll shape
this to a narrow strip.”
Dr. Hardman dispensed some foam into her hand which she rubbed on Little
Marie’s pubic area, working it in, especially between her legs. Marie began
squirming, but keeping her hands at her sides. “Open.” said Mrs. Hardman,
forcing her hand back to Little Marie’s fanny. Marie Clair put her legs
farther apart, still squirming, beginning to enjoy the stimulation.
Mrs. Hardman began shaving with her right hand while her left was back
between Mraie Clair’s legs rubbing shaving cream on her bottom. Marie Clair
squatted slightly to put her knees farther apart, and pushed her hips forward
to help.
Dr. Hardman turned and began to leave. Both Inga and Mrs. Hardman
chuckled at the bulge in his pants, but Marie Clair was watching the shaving
and didn’t notice. “We’ll have her all cleaned up in about 20 minutes,
Stanley.” said Mrs. Hardman to her departing partner.
Inga and Mrs. Hardman washed her very thoroughly - every square inch.
Marie Clair couldn’t remember ever being bathed by someone else. It felt
great. She didn’t understand the strange feelings she was getting. Sitting
between Inga’s legs with her elbows resting on the sides of the tub, she
realized the hard bumps rubbing against her back were Inga’s nipples pressed
against her - moving - while Inga’s hands ‘washed’ her tummy, breasts, and
pussy - pulling Little Marie tighter against her. No talking. All
three of them enjoying the bath experience.
The slender, 40ish Mrs. Hardman was kneeling outside the tub, sill in her
sleeveless blouse and above-the-knee navy blue skirt. She had finished shaving
Little Marie’s legs and armpits, with lots of washing, caressing. Inga and
Mrs. Hardman working in tandem, sometimes one spreading her pussy lips while
the other washed her clit.
They helped her out of the tub, patted her dry with pink, fluffy towels,
and led her to the dressing table. After brushing her hair, the two women
decided to leave it down - almost shoulder length.
They stood her up - she was completely docile not, not questioning
anything - just enjoying the new feelings. While standing in front of the
mirror, Marie Clair noticed the narrow strip of reddish pubic hair, starting
about an inch above her slit and going up about two inches. It was about 1/2
inch wide and uniformly short. The fine hair laying flat against her. Her
skin had a pink sheen to it, with hundreds of so-pale freckles giving her a
‘metallic glow. In fact, Marie Clair almost felt like she glowed.
“Here you are, Dear, your new bra.” holding it for Marie Clair to step
into. Her breasts stretched out the sheer cups in the 34-A bra, but Marie
Clair was thrilled. Her first bra. Going away to school. A pretty woman
giving her a bath. Her first train ride. Shaving her pubic area.... so many
new experiences in one day!
There were matching sheer, silky panties with a pink ribbon trim and a
tiny bow in front.
Inga and Mrs. Hardman put ribbons in Marie Clair’s hair and taught her to
apply make-up and lipstick. Dr. Hardman stopped in several times to check
their progress, even taking a few snapshots during the make-over. Marie Clair
objected but didn’t dare say anything.
DINNER WITH THE HARDMANS
She wore a shirt skirt and sheer blouse over her new bra and panties to
dinner. She had never worn high heels before and felt a little awkward. The
white ruffled ankle socks made her slim legs appear even longer. Everyone
commented how lovely she looked, including the three dinner guests. Although
Dr. and Mrs. Hardman and their guests did seem to check out her sheer blouse
intently, nobody said anything. She figured they were noticing her pretty new
bra with the pink bow which showed plainly. Actually the
looks made her feel very pretty.
As Marie Clair was introduced to each guest in the foyer, she curtsied
and said, “Pleased to meet you.” Each of the guests gave her a hug and kiss.
In Marie Clair’s family they often kissed when greeting an adult they hadn’t
seen for awhile, but they just kissed her on the cheek. These visitors kissed
her right on the mouth! She found that she was always being ‘trained’ to the
Hardman’s customs even in these social
situations. Mrs. Hardman coached her on making their guests feel welcome.
“When a gentleman bends down to kiss you, put your arms up around their neck.
Kiss them as long as they want to kiss you. We may have to practice some
more.” The three gentleman seemed happy to help with further training, giving
her several types of kisses. From a hand shake and peck on the cheek, to a
long lasting wet kiss with a firm hug and one hand patting her bottom. She was
flustered with the practicing, trying to get it
right. At first she was concerned because her panties were almost completely
exposed when she reached her arms up, but soon forgot about it while trying to
concentrate on the kissing.
Mrs. Hardman smiled her encouragement. “She’s kissing so good that we
might not need to spank her until her birthday!”
“Perhaps not.” said one of the gentleman. “I’m planning to shop for her
presents tomorrow. Let’s practice a few more kisses, Marie Claire, you almost
have it right.” This was the gentleman who flicked his tongue across her soft
lips each time they practiced. Marie Clair was glad he was so concerned with
her learning.
Inga served. Again wearing her maid’s uniform, which surprised Marie
Clair. “Nobody seems to notice Inga’s short skirt - so short you can see her
panties each time she bends over to serve.....” Marie Clair was thinking to
herself. “Maybe it’s OK.” Near the end of the meal Inga filled one of the
guest’s coffee cup so full that it overflowed into the saucer. “Inga!” said
Dr. Hardman, “You spilled Mr. Long’s coffee! Bend over for five spanks.”
She sat down the silver coffee server, lowered her frilly panties to her
ankles, put her feet as far apart as the panties would stretch, then in one
motion flipped her skirt up while bending down straight-legged to hold her
ankles. Marie Clair could see her bottom and bald pussy from just two feet
away as Mr. Long gave her five hard smacks. Then Inga pulled up her panties,
said “Thank you very much, Mr. Long, Sir.” and then continued serving coffee as
if nothing had happened. Marie Clair was beginning to find this family a
little strange... but fascinating. The kissing practice, watching the
spanking, the way her new panties felt on her no hairless pussy - all were
beginning to make her feel ‘funny’ inside. She noticed that she was pressing
her legs together tightly and squirming in her seat during 9 brief spanking
episode.
When Marie Clair finally took her eyes off the sexy Inga, she noticed the
guests were watching her reaction and blushed a bright red. She often blushed
as red heads do, but her body heat told her this might be a record.
“Marie Clair will probably enjoy her birthday dinner tomorrow.” chuckled
one of the guests. The others laughed their agreement, as she glowed even
redder.
After dinner Mr. Long held Marie Clair’s hand and led her to the living
room. As the others joined them carrying their after dinner drinks, he sat in
a big stuffed chair and pulled Marie Clair onto his lap. With one hand on her
back and his other hand resting on her knees he began to rub her with both
hands at once. She enjoyed the attention and being able to sit with the grown
ups. She laughed along with them, even though she didn’t know what they were
talking about when he said, “Little Marie Clair is going to love her battery
toys tomorrow, don’t you think?”
Several of them predicted that she might turn as red as the stripes in the
flag when they ‘buzzed’ her tomorrow. Marie Clair continued to laugh along
with them. They joked about her birthday spankings, too. She unwittingly
replied she wasn’t scared at all since she had been spanked before. “Lots of
times, sometimes without any ‘padding’ on, so I’m not worried about a few
birthday spankings.”
Mr. Long had turned her on his lap so she was facing away from him. She
put her feet back on the big stuffed chair so that they straddled his legs. He
scooted her back towards him. Now her feet were next to his hips and her
bottom was pressed tightly against him. “So, spankings don’t worry you. But
are you very ticklish?” asked Mr. Long as he scooted his hips forward a little.
“Let’s see if you’re ticklish.” and he began tickling her sides. As she
wiggled around on his lap he accidently lifted her skirt out in back so she was
not sitting on it.
Now she was sitting atop a stiff thing in Mr. Long’s pants, not knowing
her skirt was lifted in back and tucked into her waistband. He could see her
brief, sheer panties which did not completely cover her buns. “See if you can
hold still with your arms straight out while i tickle you sides.”
“OK. Try it. I can hold them out.” she laughed. “I’m not real
ticklish.” She was thinking to herself, “I hope he’s not mad. His thing is
stiff just like my Uncle’s used to get when he spanked my bare bottom on the
couch at home. I hope I’m not hurting Mr. Long’s thing. It’s right under me,
but I’ll pretend not to notice.” then aloud, “OK, Mr. Long, just try to tickle
me. I can keep my arms straight out.” and she held her arms out, trying to
stifle a giggle.
To the other adults, “Sounds like she’s trying to challenge me. Let’s see
how soon she brings her arms down.” and he began stroking up and down her sides
- so lightly she could hardly feel it. She wiggled and squirmed on his lap,
trying not to laugh or bring her arms down, and sometimes conscious of the
stiff bulge pressing into her panties. Sometimes she jumped several inches off
his lap. Wiggling, squirming, jumping - up and down, side to side, but still
she didn’t laugh out loud or bring her arms down, even when he accidently
tickled so far around her sided that he accidently tickled her breasts. She
pretended not to notice that either - “When in Rome...” she was thinking,
enjoying the total experience. “If the adults here want want to play like kids
sometimes, it’s OK with me.” and thought there was something different about
the way they were playing, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, still
thinking, “I hope I’m not hurting him with all this bouncing.”
Now he was tickling harder - sometimes lightly, sometimes almost pinching
- up and down her sides, back, and especially all over her tummy and breasts.
Still she held her arms straight out as she wiggled and bounced even more. The
other adults were enjoying the show and their drinks, not talking very much.
They all watched as Mr. Long even pinched her breasts one at a time, while
tickling her on the other side Everyone noticed her tiny, but very stiff
nipples protruding through her sheer bra and sheer white blouse.
Mr. Long was also extremely stiff, enjoying the tickling as much as Marie
Clair, and enjoying the way her panties were slipping down, exposing even more
of her fanny as she continued to bounce and wiggle.
“OK, you win.” said Marie Clair as she finally brought her arms down,
still squirming. Laughing out loud even though she lost. Her pent up giggles
all coming out.
Mr. Long discretely untucked her skirt as her wrestled her around sideways
on his lap again. “Anyone else want to tickle her? She lasted longer than I
expected.”
“No, we’ve some plans to make for tomorrow. I’d better take her on
upstairs and get her ready for beddie-bye.” said Mrs. Hardman. “If she’s good,
I’ll bring her back down to kiss you all good-night.” She came over and took
her hand to lead her away. Marie Clair tried bravely not to show how much she
really wanted to stay.
As she led Marie Clair upstairs the other gentlemen and Inga looked at the
smiling Mr. Long. He was looking at his own lap, noticing the dark moist area
on the front of his light grey suit pants. “It wasn’t me,” he said looking up,
“she must be really wet.”
Mrs. Hardman led Marie Clair into the bathroom and helped her undress.
“Why Marie Clair, did you wet your new panties? Feel how wet these are.”
holding out the flimsy, white silk panties for Marie Clair to feel.
“Umm, I don’t know why they are so wet Mrs. Hardman. Honest, I didn’t
peepee, but I really have to now.”
“Are you sure you didn’t? Well, go ahead and peepee. I’ll wait here with
you and then show you your new nightie.” she said, “You’re getting the new
nightie a day early.” They both listened to her tinkle. When she stood up
Mrs. Hardman put a washcloth under the faucet and let the warm water run a
minute. ”Better let me wash you off before you try on your new nightie.” and
she proceeded to wash off Marie Cair's now totally bald pussy. She dried it
off and felt it to make sure it was dry.
She walked the naked Marie Clair to her room where her nightie was laid
out on the bed. “Where’s the rest of it?” asked Marie Clair. They could see
the bed spread clearly through the sheer, white, material.
“This is it.” said Mrs. Hardman, “Isn’t it pretty?”
“It’s very pretty, Mrs. Hardman, but I can see right through it.”
“Yes, dear, that’s how it’s made. You’ll like the way it feels, so soft
and silky. Aren’t the embroidered designs pretty?”
She helped Marie Clair try on the nightie. The ruffles around the bottom
edge went down to her waist, but not onto her legs. “Ohhh, this does feel soft
and silky like you said. It’s awfully short, though.” and she walked around
by her bed fluffing it out with her arms. She walked over to the big mirror
and studied herself. “It makes me feel so pretty. Like a grown-up. It makes
my skin tingle.”
“Put on these slippers and come back downstairs with me to say goodnight
to our guests.” she said quietly, but her tone said there was no choice in the
matter.
“But you can see right through it! I can’t go back down like this. I’m
almost naked.”
“Then make a choice, dear, the nightie or naked.” seeing her balk, Mrs.
Hardman compromised, "If I give you something more to cover yourself, will you
come willingly?"
"Yes, Mam. I want to see them."
Mrs. Hardman walked to the dresser and pulled out another handful of
something white and silky. Try these thigh-high hose. they will cover your
legs, dear."
Marie Clair glady put them on, along with some high heeled shoes, and
reaching up to take Mrs. Hardman’s hand, Marie Clair said, “Well, OK. I might
be embarrassed, but they do all seem so nice they probably won’t laugh at me.”
Near the bottom of the stairs, Marie Clair softly confided, “I’m starting
to feel tingly again, Mrs. Hardman.”
The men stopped talking as they walked in. All looked at her approvingly.
And Marie Clair was right - nobody laughed.
“You look lovely in your new nightgown. Put your hands down and turn
around.” said Dr. Hardman finally, “Doesn’t she look lovely, Gentlemen? Inga,
get Marie Clair a soda and she can stay up with us for a little while before
going nightie-night.”
“Yes, Sir.” Inga responded and turned towards the kitchen, smiling.
Everyone wanted to hold Marie Clair on their lap to kiss her good night
and to play the tickle game for a couple minutes. She felt like she was being
passed around. Several men complimented her firm, budding figure and said that
in a few years she would be a beautiful woman. Each man fondled her
tangerine-size breasts after tickling her and said something about how nicely
she was developing.
She began to relax after the first ten “shy” minutes. “This nightie makes
me feel tingly all over.” she confessed to one of the men. He shared her
comment with the others.
Marie was sitting on Mr. Long's lap, facing him, with her knees on either
side of his legs when he asked to see the lacy tops of her hose.
"Oh no! You would see too much." pleaded Marie Clair.
"Mrs. Hardman came angrily over to stand behind her at that remark.
"Don't ever refuse the request of a guest, young lady. Now put your hands out
to your sides again."
"Yes, Mam." as she held her arms out.
Mrs. Hardman reached down over Marie Clair's shoulders and took the hem of
the nightie in her hands and lifted it up to Marie's chin - exposing her
completely.
They played for about an hour and sent Marie Clair up to beddie-bye -
to dream and anticipate her birthday party. "What a day!" Marie clair thought.
"First train ride, first bra , some new friends, and now a job as a live in
servant and student. What next?"
Next - THE BIRTHDAY PARTY
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