Young Lady

[epocp]

Please don’t leave this story unfinished.
I hope you come back.

[elysianempire]

Chapter 2
The old man stood up from the chair. Before Marisa knew what was happening, he had both of her slim wrists firmly pinned behind her back with his left hand, while his right hand casually undid the button and zipper of her cutoff jeans.

"No!" cried Marisa as Mr. Barlowe began to pull down her cutoffs. "Stop that - Stop that right now - "

Marisa felt astounded. She had always taken pride in being extremely athletic, but she found herself rendered completely helpless in Mr. Barlowe's grip. The frail-looking old man seemed stronger than a man twice his size.

"Oh, for goodness sake," muttered Mr. Barlowe when he saw the men's boxer briefs Marisa was wearing under her cutoffs. "Young lady, I think I should have my granddaughter speak to you concerning your wardrobe ... "

Marisa tried, with little success, to tune out the lecture Mr. Barlowe was giving her. She hated the very word "panties," even more than she hated being called "young lady."

"This is none of your business - " Marisa shook her head angrily. A moment later, her anger seemed to vanish, replaced with abject terror as Mr. Barlowe slipped his fingers in her waistband. "No, please - Mr. Barlowe, please don't - please, not that - "

"I'm sorry, Marisa, I really am, but this is for your own good."

The tears that Marisa had been struggling to hold back were soon flowing freely down her cheeks, as the most private places of her body were laid completely bare to the sight of this horrible old man.

Marisa tried again to free her hands, but found herself still unable to move a muscle under Mr. Barlowe's iron grip. Taking a deep breath, she made a decision ... but before she could carry it out, she was letting out a cry of pain, wincing at Mr. Barlowe's foot pressing down hard on hers.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Marisa," he told her.

"I can see you've done this before," she spat.

"We're almost done with your unveiling, Marisa. Just one more thing now." He looked at her figure-hugging, midriff-baring white top.

"I'm not wearing a bra," she protested weakly.

"I can tell," replied Mr. Barlowe. "I would be surprised if anybody who saw you today couldn't. Honestly, it's too bad. I've never told anybody this, but whenever I have spanked a girl, I always rather enjoyed removing her bra, and I was looking forward to taking off yours even more, Marisa."

Marisa shook her head in disgust.

"Sorry to disappoint you," she said, wrinkling her nose.

Knowing that it would do no good to plead or protest, Marisa simply bit her lip as Mr. Barlowe pulled her top up and over her head, leaving the teenaged girl, at last, completely naked.

"I must say, Marisa, I very much appreciate your beauty," said Mr. Barlowe as he tossed aside the last of her clothing. "You have an amazing body. It's no wonder you're so accomplished in athletics."

Marisa bit back an urge to scream as Mr. Barlowe slowly took in her curves, turning her around in his grip so that he could see all of her flawless skin.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me," she said in a low voice.

"You know, you're right," sighed Mr. Barlowe. "I am stepping a bit out of line here, I suppose. We should get back to the business at hand."

Not letting up his grip on Marisa's hands, he sat back down in the chair.

"No," whimpered Marisa as Mr. Barlowe began pulling her toward his lap. "Mr. Barlowe, you're not really going to spank me, are you?"

Shame we didn't get a description of her pubes. Is she shaven hating growing hair down their? After all she wanted to have short hair at first though decided against it to be a visual reminder that it was girl that beat them, but pubes wouldn't do that. So would she have a reason to keep them.

On the other hand she could just let it grow without care as a rejection to feminine ideas. If so maybe Mr.Barlowe could make her shave bare due to her acting like a kid, or shave her himself/have someone else do it.

For the possibility that other boys get involved, maybe Mr. Barlowe sells off Marisa's clothes as part of compensation for the window.