Girls Need Chastity Not Modesty

[EddieDavidson]

"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked our neighbor Frank. He was seated calmly at my house, in our living room. He wasn't that bad looking. His nose had obviously been broken at some point in his life, and his hands were calloused from blue collar work. He wasn't exactly my type.

"No, thank you," Frank waved me away. He wasn't really interested in talking to me. He's my husband's friend, not mine. I don't know much about his wife. She and I have never spoken, but I assumed he spanks her because Frank is the one who suggested my husband start spanking me.

"Ann, have a seat and stop futzing around nervously. I've invited Frank over to go over the ground rules, and to let the two of you ask questions," my husband said firmly.

Bill's confidence has grown tremendously since he began spanking me six months ago. He's far more assertive. He no longer asks me where I want to go for dinner, he decisively plans our dates. It's actually wonderful, because we used to play Greek tennis asking each other what the other person wanted to eat for dinner. We'd go back and forth endlessly.

I don't care where we go. Bill wouldn't pick a place that I don't enjoy. I suppose you could say that I am a natural submissive.

"Frank, I can't thank you enough for the suggestion to hold Ann accountable for her mistakes, and begin our journey into domestic discipline," my husband said.

That was the first time I heard the term 'domestic discipline'. I just assumed we were spicing up our marriage with sex toys and paddles in the bedroom. We had never discussed swinging and a part of me was trying to assess whether that was what this was leading up to for us.

"It's not for everyone, but I can tell just by looking at how orderly your house is that Ann has thrived with a little discipline," Frank observed without looking at me.

I took it as a compliment but on some level it was a little embarrassing to think that it took getting my butt paddled daily to get me to keep a proper house.

"How often do you spank Ann?" Frank inquired like he was asking how often someone fed their dog.

"Once a day like you suggested whether she needs it or not as a maintenance spanking to establish who is boss. Then on an as needed basis when she starts forgetting her exercise routine, or doesn't keep the house nice and clean."

"How many times do you spank her for the maintenance session?"

"Twenty-five, like you said," Bill reminded his friend.

"That was just to begin. Bigger butts have more padding and some women respond better to a longer session," Frank replied.

I wasn't included in the conversation about my ass. I kept worrying that my daughter McKayla or my son Hunter might walk in and overhear the two of them discussing my progress.

"Ann's ass is still nice and shapely, but because she has an incentive to eat right and exercise daily, she's started to really firm up," my husband bragged.

Frank side-eyed me to quickly evaluate whether that was true or not. "Does she have a special diet?"

Special diet? I wanted to say "Yoo-Hoo! I am over here. You could ask me, and no, I am not a dog that needs a special brand of Alpo."

I kept my mouth shut and let my husband do the talking. I was far too nervous to speak up.

"No, just eat in moderation. Whatever we eat," Bill shrugged.

Frank seemed disappointed. "I don't mean to pry. Whatever you two do in the bedroom is between you. I just need to know if there are any special rules while you are traveling, Bill."

My husband was leaving for a work trip for three full weeks. He'd left before for short trips but never arranged for me to have a 'babysitter' of sorts.

"You aren't going to be my wife's Master. I just need you to spank her daily because when I've been gone for a weekend, it's like all her progress gets lost and Ann starts becoming stubborn and willful."

I screwed up my face in a stubborn grimace, and that was enough to prove my husband's point.

"I completely understand, Bill. If I were to ask you to spank my wife while I were traveling, I would want you to punish her if she breaks any of her rules."

"You'd trust me to spank your wife?" Bill became clearly excited at the prospect. He didn't ask me if I was (I wasn't exactly thrilled).

"Bill, I am flattered you are trusting me with your precious wife. You can count on me to be fair but firm. If you want her to break rules with impunity while you are gone, then I'll respect that. I would just ask that if I travel, you drop by our house unexpected to make sure she and our daughters aren't running amok, there aren't men over there fucking Diane's brains out, that sort of thing."

"I don't think Ann is going to fuck around on me," Bill smiled at me and winked. I have to admit, a part of me tingled knowing he trusted me. Spanking was never about hurting me. It was about consequences, and to be honest, our sex life had never been better since we started.

Our marriage had never been more solid. It was embarrassing that another man was going to spank me while Bill was gone, and I would have refused if our marriage hadn't become far more intimate and solid as a result.

"We don't have many rules," Bill rubbed his chin as he thought about it. As far as I knew we had NO rules. I imagined Frank and his wife Diane with a three-ring binder stuffed full of punishments, schedules and expectations spelled out.

"Diane needs to exercise daily, maintain her weight, maintain the house, have dinner on the table by 7 P.M. unless we are eating out, and that's all I can think of."

I breathed a sigh of relief that my husband hadn't mentioned the butt plug that I was wearing at the moment.

"Oh, she wears a butt plug like you suggested," Bill admitted.

I blushed so hard that I thought I'd melt into the chair, but Frank seemed unsurprised. "Good, all women should wear one. It builds strength in their pussy walls and anus, and it keeps their asshole covered so that it's not so obscene when they are naked."

Frank finally spoke to me directly. "I want you to wear your butt plug when you come over. I'll also drop by unannounced."

I cringed because I instantly imagined a cat's butthole when they wave your tail in their face. I had never thought of it like that. I had never done anal with my husband until we started to explore butt plugs. Now, I was doing it almost nightly. I even usually slipped my thumb up my ass when I played with myself in private.

Frank asked my husband for an extra key. He gave Frank the one on his key ring like he was a house sitter, not a wife sitter. "The house just has things in it. They are all replaceable. There is only one Ann Carter in my life, and if I'll trust you with her, then I can trust you with my stuff."

Bill really thrilled me when he said that.

"You can invite him and his family over to dinner some nights," Bill suggested.

"Okay," was all I said in response. This was all so surreal.

"It's late, and I need to get home. What I propose is that Ann come by at 5 P.M. tomorrow and confess anything she did wrong during the day to me while I administer her a maintenance spanking. She'll write an email to you with the contents of what she admitted, and I'll send you a list of what I heard and what I'd do to punish her when you are gone. If you agree, then we can do that until you leave on Friday."

"That's a good idea, and I wish we had talked before tonight. I have to leave in the morning," Bill replied before looking at me intently and very lovingly. I wish he hadn't done that, because I kind of melted. "Are you okay with going there tomorrow at 5 o'clock, Honey?"

"I guess I have to be," I cleared my throat and repeated myself because I had answered so softly the first time. The old Ann would have added something passive aggressive with a sigh about it never being up to me.

It wasn't like Bill had sprung this on me tonight. We talked about it before he asked Frank and our sex life had been on fire this past week. I was skeptical that Frank would even agree to something this wild. At first, I thought it was just a fantasy.

Now, it was going to be reality.

Bill seemed more than pleased by my short response. "I normally don't spank Ann until we are ready for bed. Do you want to come back over here then to watch me punish her?"

"It's none of my business how you punish your wife. I trust you know what's best for her," Frank spoke about me as if I were our daughter McKayla.

"I just meant so that you could see how hard I spank?" Bill seemed eager to invite this man into our private time. Thankfully, Frank showed no interest.

"If it doesn't sting then it's not going to have any effect. As long as you are torquing your wrists like I taught you, the house and lawn look well maintained. I am sure you are doing everything just right, Bill."

"I take care of the lawn," Bill admitted with pride. It was one of the ways we divided up chores when we first got married. I take care of the inside, he takes care of the outside.

Frank regarded him in silence. "Does she need to maintain the lawn while you are away?"

Bill thought about it for a minute. Our son was far too scrawny to push the mower, and McKayla was too bratty to lift a finger to clean her own room, much less trim a bush.

"Get McKayla and Hunter to help you, Dear," Bill informed me.

Frank assured us that if Bill or I changed our minds, he wouldn't be offended, and politely excused himself.

My husband spanked my naked ass nice and hard until it was rosy red that night. I was worried McKayla and Hunter might overhear the sound of my hams getting hocked along with my tiny shrieks.

Bill was thrilled with the idea of adding confession to our nightly ritual. I was tempted to make up some naughty stuff I had done because he seemed so enthusiastic about it. When this all first began I saw it more like sexual roleplay but increasingly we've become sort of like Master and Slave without all the formal "Yes Sir" speech protocol and leather collar stuff.

That morning, I got up early. I was well-fucked, and delighted, even though I knew that I'd miss my husband. I was also very anxious about going over to Frank's house and presenting my butt to him for paddling. I'd be lying if a part of me wasn't thrilled, but the unknown part of it all was driving me crazy.

"I want you to know that I love you, and I am so excited to see how this works," Bill kissed me passionately when we were alone while I got ready to drive him to the airport.

"You are just excited for Frank's wife to come over here so you can spank her butt one day," I answered with a wry grin.

"That's an extra five tonight for passive aggressively assuming I'd desire an ass to spank more than yours, dear!"

I assumed he was kidding. He wasn't. He kissed me and reminded me to confess that tonight. "You don't normally do anything wrong. If I don't see that confession in an email tonight from you and him, I'll know that something went wrong," he said as he grabbed his carry-on luggage.

I waved goodbye, but I had to move because I was taking up space in the drop off area.

All day, I pontificated and fantasized about what it would be like when I visited Frank's house. I thought about what I'd wear and tried on some outfits. I wondered what kind of panties and bra that I should wear. I tried on some garters and stockings but ultimately decided on some simple white cotton briefs, with a moderate bra under a floral sundress, with a pair of flats.

I almost forgot my butt plug. I washed it off and slowly inserted it up my butt and checked myself out in the mirror. I nervously changed two more times before going back to the original outfit that I had worn. I had to chuckle because it felt like I was preparing for a date.

A part of me wished that my husband was going to come with me. That would have defeated the point, but I'd have been far more confident if Bill was there.

A part of me wondered how Frank's wife would feel about me. The part that I didn't think about was what I'd tell McKayla and Hunter. I didn't expect that they'd notice that I left.

"Where are ya going, Mom?" McKayla asked.

I froze like a teenager that was caught by their parents sneaking outside to smoke a joint. I am sure I looked guilty and nervous when I turned around.

"I just need to go over to the neighbor's house."

"What for?"

Drat! My daughter keeps her nose in her phone 24 hours a day, seven days a week and today is the one time she was observant and cared what I was doing.

"I am just going over to the Bowmans' house and asking them if they want to come over for dinner. Did you want to come with me?" I bluffed.

"No," she answered dismissively, and flitted away.

Crisis averted.

"Hey Mom," McKayla stopped on the stairs. I cringed because it sounded like she just had an epiphany. "Why are you inviting them over the night that Dad leaves?"

"Uh, I will get lonely without some adult company," I lied. It seemed to satisfy McKayla. "Their daughters are total weirdos and sluts."

Oh great. I didn't even know Frank had daughters.

Hunter overheard the word sluts and like a cockroach that had been hiding under the rug he seemed to pop out like a genie that was summoned by the magic word. "Did someone say sluts?"

"They wouldn't be interested in a dork like you," McKayla grabbed his undies and yanked them hard enough that Hunter almost fell backwards. "Beaver tail!!" she left his undies hanging out of the back of his pants.

It was harmless teasing, so I left them to their fun and excused myself. I didn't want to be late, so I left fifteen minutes early to avoid giving Frank any reason to punish me. It was so surreal thinking about getting punished as an adult. It was even more surreal to realize that I had specifically put on makeup, took a shower, shaved my legs, and selected an outfit so that I'd look nice when he punished me.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I thought about how easily I made up an excuse to my kids. We'd managed to keep all of the changes in our relationship a secret from them.

I was certain that the two of them had noticed my husband and I never argued any more, and that we seemed far less stressed.

Frank doesn't live right next door to us. He lives a few houses down, so I had a brief walk to make. It was enough time for butterflies to flutter around and for me to suspect that people out walking their dogs or mowing their lawns might somehow know the reason I was going to Frank's house.

It felt a little like a walk of shame to me. I knew it wasn't true, but a part of me imagined that everyone knew Frank spanked naughty wives in the neighborhood and would assume I was now a dirty, whore.

I was wet by the time that I knocked on their door.

"Oh, you must be Ann?" Frank's wife Diane answered the door wearing a flimsy sheer housecoat that didn't do much to hide her figure or fantastic tits. She reminded me a bit of Jennifer Aniston in her mid-forties. I wasn't sure what I expected but I felt like a plain jane compared to her.

"Yes, I am here to …uh…"

"Get spanked?" Diane smiled knowingly as she opened the door for me.

"Do many women come over to be spanked?" I whispered as I gingerly entered their home. It was well furnished and maintained and it was obvious that Diane took great pride in it.

"You are the first," she smiled.

"You aren't jealous are you?"

"What ever for? I wasn't sure if you'd actually come over or we'd have to come get you because you changed your mind."

I hadn't imagined that scenario.

"You are a bit early," she noticed with a sudden lemony expression as she checked the time.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"Punctuality is nothing to apologize for, dear," she smiled at me sweetly. "I am to tell you to strip down and then park you in a corner until my husband is ready for you."

"Park?" I said awkwardly. I was caught off guard by how business like and quickly I'd be removing my clothes.

"You've never heard that term?" Diane smiled at me and continued to remain warm and welcoming. "It just means to stay in one spot. In the future, just come in and undress at the door. Fold your clothes neatly in a pile and place them on the table, and park yourself in the nearest corner. You don't need permission. Frank will summon you when he is ready."

Summon?

"What if you have company or your daughters are in the living room?"

"Any company we have would be quite aware of how we live if they are here when you are going to be visiting. Our daughters and sons know what women have between their legs. I'll tell them not to irritate or bother you."

Bother me? I had so many questions. Diane didn't seem to notice, because she reminded me that I should get undressed. "Don't dally."

I nervously removed my sundress and folded it up, while she worked in the nearby kitchen. "You have a lovely home."

"Thank you," she replied politely.

"Bra and panties?" I asked once I had the dress folded.

"Completely undressed, Dear. Leave your butt plug in," she added as an afterthought.

"You heard about that?" I blushed as I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra.

"Yes, dear. I wear one as well. It takes a little getting used to but if you've been wearing it for six months, I am sure your ass feels a little empty without it?"

It was more than a little uncomfortable, and I certainly didn't crave it. "I am wearing it four hours a day, and that's too much."

"That's your mistake," Diane said as she spoke to me without turning her head from the food she was slicing on a cutting board. "You should try wearing it for an entire day and sleeping without it. Eventually, you won't notice it. It's a bit like putting your pinky toe in an ice cold pool. It will seem agonizing until you take a plunge."

I was shocked and impressed. I was also quite reluctant to roll my panties down my thighs.

"Go on, everything off. In future, please don't wear undergarments. They aren't necessary."

I was surprised by how Diane spoke to me. She seemed infinitely sweet, and in my mind, I imagined she was quite submissive. Yet, she seemed assertive and opinionated. Diane wasn't rude or pushy, but my vision of a submissive was limited to someone who didn't tell others what to do.

I would come to learn that she was quite submissive, and it was me who had a narrow definition of the term.

I was puzzled by how I should stand.

"Just like when you were a little girl and you needed a time out. Nose, nipples, knees and toes touching the corner of the wall. Ankles together. Palms flat against the back of your head, fingers interleaved."

She said it so fluidly that it sounded official. I had to hear it twice to be sure I was standing the proper way. "Like this?"

"Don't arch your back or stick your butt out. Just stand up straight," she corrected without sounding judgmental.

"I just have a big butt," I admitted.

"You push it out. Try clenching your butt cheeks," she told me. I felt silly, but I did as she told me.

Neither of us spoke during the space between my arrival and five o'clock sharp. It made the time pass much more slowly and gave me time to imagine thousands of scenarios and come up with a thousand questions that I wanted to ask. I didn't want to offend them by breaking some protocol or rule.

Diane acted very casual and friendly, but also a bit like a detached substitute teacher that had to keep me after school in detention and wanted to do something else.

"I'll go see if he is finished with Heather and ready for you," she added.

Heather? Who was Heather? Did they have a live-in lover?

She came out in a few moments and told me that I should come into the den. "He's almost ready for you. You can park yourself until he is finished with Heather."

Heather was lovely, probably a college co-ed. She had blonde hair, perky tits, a nice tan, a cute bubble butt, and it was rosy red and I could almost see it throbbing from the spanking she had received.

She wasn't completely naked. She had no shoes, socks, shirt, panties, bra, anything like that. Heather wore a metal chastity belt around her waist. It wasn't the old school heavy kind. It was a simple grate in the front, and I could see what looked like a butt plug between her ass cheeks.

It was far wider and thicker than the one I had. When my husband bought me a butt plug, it came with a medium and large sized one that I put away. This one in Heather's ass looked like the big bullet shaped butt plug to me.

She was blushing, a little sweaty, and bent over facing a wooden desk. Her palms were flat on the desk, her legs were apart and her ankles were pointed away from her body.

She wasn't just presenting her ass. Her entire pussy was visible from behind, despite the metal locking mechanism. I could see her pussy lips through the grating and not a trace of pubic hair. I couldn't even detect a little peach fuzz on her butt cheeks.

"I am almost done," Frank said as he held a worn wooden paddle that had Heather's name burned into it. "Just wait where you are, while I give my daughter some after care."

I was quite shocked that Heather was their daughter, and I almost didn't register the term after care. It was the first time I had ever heard of it.

Heather took that as permission to turn around and hug her father. "Thank you, Daddy!" she platonically wrapped her arms around her father and he held her tight and kissed the top of her head. "This is Ann. She’s just a female. No big deal. Was there any reason to get jealous and intentionally miss spots in the lawn and tease your brother to prolong your discipline today?"

"I didn't do it on purpose, Daddy!"

"You can't bullshit a bullshitter, Heather," Frank continued to cradle his naked daughter in his arms with deep affection. "You and your sister almost never screw up on the lawn, and you have both been getting along with your brothers. It's not a coincidence you instigated some drama. I live with three women, and I've been around them all my life. Even your mom was a little worried about a new pussy joining us. It's just for three weeks."

"Three? I thought you said two weeks," another female voice behind me spoke up. I hadn't even noticed another blonde woman about Heather's age standing in the corner with a butt plug and chastity belt.

"Julie, I never said just two weeks. It's three weeks and only if this is something that helps the Carters. If you want one of Tommy's socks in your mouth, talk again when nobody spoke to you while you are parked."

"I am sorry, Daddy. I thought you were talking to the whole room," Julie replied politely. She sounded sincere to me but neither her mother or father appeared to believe her.

"You aren't going to goad me into punishing you while Ann is here for the first time. Let this woman get her maintenance spanking so she can get back home and tend to her own house and dinner."

He patted Heather on the top of her head and then gave her a light pat on her bottom before dismissing both of them. "Return Heather to the cabinet."

Heather took the paddle with her name on it and delicately put it back on a peg on the wall with other paddles, rods, riding crops and floggers. I was surprised to see such a plethora of sex toys and punishment implements just sitting out.

There were paddles prominently displayed for Julie and Diane as well. I didn't see any with male names on them.

The girls kissed and hugged their mom and dad before leaving but never stopped to put on their clothes. They simply walked out with red asses as if this were all perfectly normal.

"They dragged their feet because they were curious about you. I hope you don't mind," Frank said knowingly.

I nodded my understanding but the entire thing was blowing my mind.

I felt like I was in a naughty version of the Brady Bunch. The Bowman family seemed so entirely wholesome and loving. "Do you need anything, while I am here, Darling?" his wife asked him.

"Just a little privacy. Why are you wearing clothes?"

"I didn't want to freak Ann out by greeting her at the door naked. Was it wrong to put on my house coat?"

"Come here," Frank sounded stern and annoyed. His gruffness was all for show. She approached and he grabbed her and held her as tightly as he had his daughter. This time though it was far from innocent. The two of them shared a deeply passionate kiss and I almost swooned, but I felt like I shouldn't be watching.

The two of them clearly didn't care that I saw them loving one another. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Ann. I've seen you around the neighborhood," she said after he released her while she undressed. All she wore was the simple sheer housecoat. "In the future, this is how I'll greet you. I hope you do not mind?"

"Are you always nude?" I was surprised. I didn't mean to pry but the question had already escaped my mouth.

"I am naked as often as I can be, but as you can see, I am not naked," she indicated the more elaborate locked chastity belt around her own pussy. I hadn't even noticed because I was stuck on how gravity ignored her perfect tits. They didn't seem fake, but they were hardly natural for a woman our age.

Diane continued her explanation by spinning slowly. I noticed her butt plug looked a little bigger than the one I saw on Heather. It was engraved with her name. "Just at home, and parties or Munches," she said casually. I had no idea what a munch was. I assumed it was some sort of lunch that included oral sex and you munch on pussy while you eat. "I don't need any modesty."

She certainly didn't. Her body was so much hotter than my own. She had a few blemishes here and there, but nice tone. Diane was definitely what my son would call a MILF. "Will you have to be when you come to my home for dinner sometimes?"

"Are you inviting us over to dinner?" Diane seemed thrilled by the prospect, but Frank wanted to get on with my spanking.

I suddenly remembered that I had lied to McKayla to make up an excuse for coming over to their house. "I'd be thrilled but it looked like you were preparing dinner."

"I can put that stuff away for tomorrow. We don't know a lot of people in the area. That would be great," Diane answered. I assumed that she was accepting for the both of them. "Would that be alright, Frank?"

"Yes, I was going to mention that we'll be coming over for dinner some nights and dropping over to check on her while her husband is away."

"I hope we can invite you over some nights, and maybe after this is all over, if we don't freak you out, that you and your family will continue to invite us over," Diane said before giving me a quick kiss on the lips. It was entirely platonic and I wrote it off as something Diane must do out of habit because we had only just met.

Frank and I were finally alone. "Are you more of a rod girl? Flogger? Wooden paddle?"

"I've only been spanked with a wooden paddle and the flat of my husband's hand," I replied. I felt like I was in the Doctor's office answering health questions or on a job interview.

He seemed disappointed. "The first thing that I normally do is a body inspection. I check for abrasions, bruising, stinky breath, arm pit hair," he glanced down at my pussy as if he were disgusted by my pubes.

"Should I shave them all off?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious about my body hair.

"I'll leave that decision to your husband. Ask him tonight in your report if he wants a full body inspection. I'll weigh you, check your body fat, and give him a report. The body cavity search can be optional," he chuckled.

I assumed that last bit was a joke.

"Go and select a paddle from one of the pegs that closely resembles the one that your husband uses. You can bring over the real deal tomorrow and leave it here," he said before adding that I shouldn't take any that had a name on them.

I couldn't imagine getting out of the house with my paddle and McKayla or Hunter not seeing it. I suddenly felt like a teenager trying to sneak booze out of the house for a party. I didn't tell him that I wasn't sure if I could do that.

"I don't see any with your sons' names on them," I said as I observed the various implements designed to leave a sting on a bottom.

"I am the one who asks questions during your maintenance spanking. You can think of it as an affirmation that reinforces your place in the household, and a chance to confess your mistakes and beg for correction instead of waiting for them to be inevitably discovered. The sooner you admit your mistake, the sooner you can learn to stop making it."

That sounded logical. My husband had never said anything like that to me.

"Also, don't slouch in my presence," Frank casually touched my spine to correct the way I was standing. I hadn't realized that I slouch but what made me quiver was just the unexpected touch.

Frank didn't apologize, and he didn't answer my question. It was frustrating and it made him seem a little pompous but at the same time, it reinforced that he truly was in charge.

His confident expression read that he had expected me to test him and that my questions were some way of seeing what he was made of. "I call this the ping pong paddle," he popped it on the flat of his hand. It made a slapping sound but it was certainly one of the smallest ones on the wall.

"In your report today, ask your husband if I can start you on the rod and a little heavier paddle. I am going to have to double your swats and swing a lot harder than I normally would with it over a heavier paddle that does the work for me to get your attention. It'll get the job done, but this is something I used on Heather when she first started getting daily spankings."

I wanted to ask when that was, but didn't want to stick my nose in their business. The girls looked old enough to make their own decisions and they clearly weren't abused. They even seemed reluctant to leave after it was all over.

They weren't blubbering or crying in agony with makeup running down their faces. This clearly worked for them as a family and I didn't want to judge it.

"When you come in to the den, you'll have been parked in the living room in one of the corners. You'll park yourself if I am still adjusting to someone else. If I am ready for you, you can greet me, and I'll show you how to get in inspection position if your husband is alright with it. You should always hydrate well before you come, go pee, and poop, take an enema if you do that normally, shower with soap, and shampoo your hair. You don't need makeup, panties or bra when you visit."

I nodded. This was all so embarrassing, and I was so far out of my comfort zone that I wasn’t in flight or fright mode. I was in frozen and blush mode.

"I'll assess you. If I need you to clean yourself, you can use the girls' bathroom to make the adjustment. If you are ready, I'll tell you to get your paddle or I'll direct you on what I am using if your husband gives me permission."

It wasn't lost on me that he wasn't asking me. I assumed my consent was implied since I could have said no or not returned.

"Hey Dad," his son walked in. His straight blonde hair was even lighter than his older sisters'. He looked about my son's age. He was wearing a tank top and shorts.

The shock that his son had seen me naked was on some sort of delay. It was as if time slowed down and the humiliation took a moment to register and fully wash over me.

I covered myself abruptly and he laughed when he saw how nervous that he had made me. It was as if he was thrilled he could make me react that way and found it amusing.

"Tommy, I told you that I was working with the neighbor. Can this wait?" he asked.

"Why isn't her pussy locked up?"

"She isn't in chastity," his father answered impatiently.

"Why not? And why is she allowed to have pubes?"

I was so nervous and flustered. I should have been offended but I was too mortified for that to register.

"Is this any of your business, son?"

"You said the only stupid question is the one that I don't ask," Tommy countered cleverly. He was so much like my son in that moment.

"Yes, I did." His father smiled with pride, but he was clearly not going to let Tommy monopolize the time. "You have to learn when to ask those questions. You don't need to know this right now. We can sit down and talk about it after I am finished. What is it you wanted, or did Timmy send you in here to look at the neighbor?"

Tommy's face registered guilt immediately.

"Timmy, come in here," Frank insisted knowingly. It only took a moment for Tommy's twin brother to pop his head into the room. He wore a football jersey and jeans.

"Get a good look. Tits, ass, pussy. Just like your mom and sisters. There is nothing special or magical about a pair of nice tits and a slit. They are all the same."

"Nuh-uh, her twat is big and wide like a Hibiscus flower, and she's got hair on her pussy, and look at how her clit sticks out," Tommy countered.

I was unaware that I could feel even more mortified than I already was.

"Why is she hiding her pussy from us, then?" Timmy asked. "She's a girl. Girls don't need privacy."

"I told you that not everyone believes that. Most people spoil women and keep them repressed. It's not a kindness to teach them modesty, and let them run around with their pussies unlocked."

"I bet you play with yourself constantly!!" Tommy said to me like he was impressed or maybe shocked. I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I didn't.

"Can you imagine what Heather and Julie would do if they weren't locked up?" Timmy asked his identical twin knowingly.

"Yeah, fuck their ever-loving brains out," Tommy responded with a laugh.

"What brains?" Timmy countered and the guys cracked up. All except their father.

"Guys? Can you take this comedy show on the road?"

Timmy and Tommy were just joking around, and they quickly and obediently took the hint and left through a curtain in the side of the den that led to another hallway.

"Sorry about the wisecracks. Once they get a good look at you, they'll stop being so curious and treat you like any other female in the house, I assure you."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but I nodded.

"The standard spanking position is to face the desk, palms flat on the desk, knees bent, legs apart. Your ankles should be pointing outward as far as they can go. Your back should be bent; you should stick your ass out even more than you already are and keep your eyes straight ahead. You don't speak until you are spoken to while you are in this position. Got it?"

I was blushing, my pulse was racing, and it was hard to tell if the adrenaline in my veins was what was turning me on. I adopted the position carefully and asked if it was right.

He adjusted my body to widen my stance. Then Frank rubbed my butt a few times like he was warming it up. I could only imagine what he could see from behind because I saw a lot of Heather and she wore a chastity belt that partially obscured her a little. "Don't be nervous, just breathe through your nose. Try to keep from biting your tongue. I've spanked hundreds of asses over the years, and I've never lost a patient yet," he joked.

I didn't laugh but it did make me feel a little less nervous.

[mars357]

I like this take. The pace is good, too. Matching her with a far more experienced Dom is a good idea, the dynamic is interesting and avoids the pitfalls of both a whole new relationship being set up and too much experience on both sides

Thank you!

[flyingmonk]

A delightful read.

[SensoryOverlord]

This is wonderful! So packed with surprises and plot teasers, there's literally never a dull moment.
My favorite is Tommy and Timmy's casual "I bet you play with yourself constantly!!" and "Can you imagine what Heather and Julie would do if they weren't locked up?"

I'm guessing the boys speak with practical knowledge of Heather and Julie's chastity regime and effects. And that this will be very relevant to Anne's coming three weeks of maintenance and supervision by Frank. General future life too. And her children's....

The story title kind of demands it. Can't wait!