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Warning: you must be at least 18 to read this somewhat erotic story about a
young girl who is tricked into participating in a strange contest. Parts of
this story are TRUE and should not be read by those persons offended by erotic
content.
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Marie Clair - THE BATH part 2 of 4
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. Dr. Hardman is obsessed with security.
He was in the military you know. Codes and spy things. He’s also obsessed
with germs and
wants us girls to be very clean. But I know you meant no harm when you
defended Inga.”
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 to unfasten some of her 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. Your
anus is small and pink, just like your nipples.”
“Thank you, Mam.” not knowing what else to say.
“Bring me the scissors, Inga, so I can snip off this little patch of red
hair before the bath. And we’ll do something nice with this hair tomorrow
before our shopping trip.” as she tugged on one of Marie Clair’s pig tails.
“Now turn back around and face me, Little Marie.”
“But why do you need to shave me there?”
“Its a rule in our house. Ladies all shave. Right, Inga?”
“Inga, assume the spanking position here in front of us, with your legs
farther apart than usual. That’s right.”
Look how clean she is, Marie Clair. No germs hiding here.” and she traced
her fingers through Inga’s bald pussy.
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 too, 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.
“Such pretty hair.” said Dr. Hardman, “Let me see.” holding out his hand
for the next snippet.
Mrs. Hardman snipped off a small bunch of fine, reddish hair and handed it
to Dr. Hardman. “This is so pretty, but we wouldn’t want any germs there,
would we? Has she seen her new uniform?”
“No Dear. Not yet. We’ll fit her day after tomorrow.”
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 while
simultaneously turning red with
embarrassment.
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,
Douglas.” 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. “We’ll get you all clean before dinner, Marie Clair...
sparkling clean. Mr. Long is going to join us for dinner tonight and he
especially likes girls to be clean.”
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 questioning anything -
just enjoying the new feelings. While standing in front of the mirror, Marie
Clair noticed her bald pubic area. It did look very clean. Her skin had a
pink sheen to it, with hundreds of so-pale freckles giving her a ‘metallic’
glow. In fact, Marie Clair 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. 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 pink ribbon trim and a tiny
bow in front. She noticed there was no cotton liner in the bottom part between
the legs. They were sheer all over.
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 short 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 through the blouse. Their glances
made her feel pretty.
As Marie Clair had been 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.”
During dinner the guests discussed code games with Dr. Hardman. He
explained that sometimes it’s a kind of code to say the exact opposite of what
you mean. Perhaps they could play that at Marie’s Party.
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. Mr. Long then complimented her for being so clean
while serving.
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 hairless pussy lips - 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 the brief spanking episode.
When Marie Clair finally took her eyes off the sexy Inga, she noticed the
guests were watching her reaction and she 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, sideways across his
legs. 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, thinking they were practicing their ‘codes’ again. 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. He
pulled 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 tickled so far
around her sides 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 at once.
Mr. Long discretely untucked her skirt from her waistband as he wrestled
her around sideways on his lap again. “Anyone else want to tickle her? She
lasted longer than I expected.” He patted her on her bottom, just under the
edge of her very short skirt.
“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 might bring her back down to kiss you all good-night.” She came over and
took her hand to lead her away. Marie Clair tried stoically not to show how
much she really wanted to stay.
“Perhaps we should let her try the blindfold. She’ll be more ready for
the party, Dear.” suggested Dr. Hardman.
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 like being tickled.”
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 Clair's bald pussy. She dried it off and felt
it to make sure it was dry.
THE NIGHTIE
“Marie Clair, as part of the game tomorrow at your party we will blindfold
you. Let’s try it on so you can practice walking blindfolded. Then we can put
on your nightie. OK?”
“Sure, Mrs. Hardman. I really want to go downstairs and be with the
grown-ups some more. I’m not tired.”
She helped Marie Clair put on her blindfold, then walked the naked Marie
Clair to her room where her nightie was laid out on the bed. Mrs. Hardman could
see the bed spread clearly through the sheer, white, material.
“This is it.” said Mrs. Hardman, “It’s so pretty. You’ll see it when I
bring you back up to bed.”
“You’ll like the way it feels, so soft and silky. The embroidered designs
are very 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. “It makes me feel so pretty. Like a
grown-up myself. It makes my skin tingle.”
“Put on these ruffled panties, too, Dear, and come back downstairs with me
to say goodnight to our guests.” she said quietly. She helped her slip into
the matching, sheer, crotchless panties.
Walking to the dresser Mrs. Hardman took out a pair of thigh high, white
hose with lacy tops, and said, “Let me help you with these. Try these high
heeled shoes, too. They will look better with the hose than slippers.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Hardman. Now my legs feel silky, too. I’ll just have to
remember not to walk too fast or else the ruffles around the nightie will fly
up. I wouldn’t want those men to see my panties. OH, it’s hard to walk fast
in these shoes. It’s like I’m on tip-toes.”
“Don’t worry, Honey. Those old men don’t want to see your panties. They
just like the enthusiasm of teenagers sometimes.”
Heading towards the door with her hand 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. This nightie is so silky.”
The men stopped talking as they walked in. All looked at her approvingly
as Mrs. Hardman led the blindfolded Marie Clair into the room.
“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.
Each of the men wanted to hold Marie Clair on his lap to kiss her good
night and to play the tickle game for a few minutes.
Even blindfolded, she recognized Mr. Long’s voice and immediately
challenged him, “I bet you can’t make me giggle or bring my arms down again.”
and she held up her arms, which raised the hem of her nightie almost to her
belly button. This exposed her crotchless panties to everyone. She was
lovely.
“She did so good putting on her blindfold in the bathroom after she got
undressed and tinkled, Mr. Long. She hasn’t even seen her new nightgown yet.
But she likes the way it feels on her skin.” said Mrs. Hardman.
Mr. Long reached out and began tickling her tummy and chest. She was
smiling and wiggled a little bit, but did not bring down her arms or giggle out
loud. Everyone could see that her tiny nipples were hard as rocks. Finally
Mr. Long pulled her onto his lap facing him, knees on either side of his hips.
“Let’s review the kissing techniques we did earlier, Marie Clair, while I get
ready to tickle you.” He scooted his hips forward once again and pulled her
towards him with his hands behind her knees.
She felt his stiffness under her again but didn’t want to mention it. Her
attention went momentarily to the sensation of not having panties on - the way
the material of his trousers seemed to rub directly against her -stimulating
her - but she knew she had panties on, so she stopped wondering about it.
It was hard to concentrate because of the tickling and kissing practice at
the same time. She kept wiggling and squirming on his lap, finally bringing
her arms down and giving him a hug. “You win again, Mr. Long. I hope we can
practice again sometime.” and continued to wiggle a moment even after he had
stopped tickling her.
“I hope so too, Marie Clair. You’re getting better already!” His face was
flushed.
She felt like she was being passed around. Everybody liked her thigh
high hose and high heels. Several men complimented her firm, budding figure
and said that in a few years she would be a beautiful woman. She wondered how
they could tell. Each man accidently fondled her tangerine-size breasts while
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.
“Are these the stockings I gave you to give her, Gloria?” one of the men
asked Mrs. Hardman. Marie Clair was sitting on his lap facing him, with her
legs outside of his. He was bouncing her on his knees, as if she was a child.
He liked watching the way her firm breasts jiggled and she liked the feel of
her nipples bouncing against the silky material. The ruffled hem of her
nightie barely covered her private area, but it did cover the tops of her hose.
He said to Marie Clair, “Can I see the tops of the stockings I gave to the
Hardmans to give you?”
“No. It would be too embarassing to lift my nightie.”
Mrs Hardman overheard this. She walked up to them, standing against Marie
Clair’s back and said, “Young Lady, don’t talk back to our guests like that.
Now hold your arms straight out again if you don’t want a spanking in front of
our guests!”
Knowing that she meant it, Marie Clair put her arms straight out from her
sides - as if she was getting ready to play the tickle game. She was conscious
of how 'open' she was since she was sitting on Mr. Jones’ lap facing him. Even
knowing she had panties on didn't keep her from feeling somewhat 'exposed.'
Mrs. Hardman reached down the front of the worried Marie Clair and lifted her
nightie to just below her breasts. As Marie Clair turned red again - but did
not move - the other men came over to admire the beautiful stockings.
Fortunately, Marie Clair still didn't know the panties were crotchless.
“I’m glad we didn’t have to spank her.” commented Mr. Jones as he began
bouncing her once again. All watched for a few minutes as Marie Clair relaxed,
thankful she had avoided the spanking, thinking it was probably OK for them to
see her panties, especially since they were going to spank her the next day.
She was relieved that they only commented on her hose and didn’t seem to notice
her private area. She didn’t know that her panties were crotchless and the way
she was sitting completely exposed her bald pussy to them.
“She is such a clean little girl. Isn’t she Mr. Jones?” asked Mr. Long.
“Tomorrow we will have to spank you on your bare bottom, Marie Clair, and then
you will get lots of nice presents. Won’t that be nice?”
“I’m looking forward to the presents and I’m not scared of a few
spankings.” trying to put on a brave face, still unsure of the ‘bare bottom’
idea.
Later on, after kissing the guests goodnight, Inga led her up to bed and
removed the blindfold. On the way up they had their first woman-to-woman talk.
Marie Clair was
honored to be be treated like an adult. “Did you enjoy talking and playing
with the grown-ups, Little Marie?”
“Yes. I felt like one of the group - like they were gald to have me
around. Somehow, they even made me feel like I was pretty and almost a
grown-up myself.”
“You are getting grown-up. And you are pretty!” with that Inga hugged
Marie Clair to her, patting her bottom.
“Did you feel embarassed or anything like that, Little Marie?”
“No. Well, sometimes when they accidently tickled too high on my tummy...
umm, well, I would have been embarassed, but they touched me by accident.
Gee, everybody touched me there by accident, but nobody mentioned it so I
didn’t mention it.”
“Were you embarassed to be downstairs in your nightgown?”
“No. That was OK. I mean I was dressed so they couldn’t see my parivate
parts or anything.”
“So, in you head everything was fine. You weren’t embarassed at all?”
“Gee, Inga, I never talked about my feelings before. But I was gald they
wanted to play with me. I didn’t mind when they kept accidently touching
my... um, my.... those parts that my new bra holds. I’m embarassed to say the
name.”
“These are your breasts, Marie Clair.” and she fondled them for the shy
girl, explaining the terms. “Or some people call them tits. These hard parts
on the very tip...” and she gently pinched them, “are called nipples. Did that
hurt?”
“No. It didn’t hurt. But it makes them feel funny, like when the
grown-ups accidently touched them.”
“But it didn’t hurt? And you weren’t embarassed when I touched you to
explain the words?”
“Umm, Inga. It feels good. I’m embarassed talking about this, but I used
to touch them at home, especially after my uncle accidently touched them.”
“Did it feel good when Mr. Long kept ‘accidently’ touching and pinching
your breasts?”
“Oh, you noticed that? I didn’t think anyone noticed when he touched me
there. He was tickling me, see, and I was wiggling around. He didn’t do it on
purpose!”
“Marie Clair, ‘embarassed’ is in your head. It’s not something that
happens outside of yourself. Stand still here in front of the mirror a minute
before I take off your blindfold. Let me rub these and tell me how it feels,
OK?”
“OK.” smiling, standing still, leaning back against Inga while Inga
tickled and pinched her breasts.
"Let me take the blindfold off now."
Marie Clair was shocked that she could see right through the nightie in
her mirror. “Oh my!” and after looking a moment longer, she added, “Then the
grown ups could see my breasts the whole time I was downstairs.”
“Maybe they didn't even notice. But it didn't hurt you, did it? Now hop
into bed."
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(Author's note: please send any comments/suggestions/personal experiences to me
at corn53@aol.com. Parts of all of my stories are true. Some are copmosites
of memories which readers have shared with me. Thank you for your help with
this "literary research." - Corn53) My stories can be found at
www.mrdouble.com or at www.spiralzone.com - both are free sites.
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