Minnie and the Newly Weds

Minnie and the Newly Weds

By Alfamann

Chapter 7

Not surprisingly Angie slept very well the night after she was spanked and had oral sex with her landlady, Minnie, and her niece, Alice. By the time she awoke, her husband, Peter, had departed for work. It was Angie’s rostered day off at the cafe so she was grateful for the opportunity to sleep in. However her slumber was rudely interrupted when her bedroom door swung open.

“Come on sleepy head, it’s time to get,” chirped Alice, dressed only in her bra and skimpy panties.

“But it’s my day off,” Angie pleaded.

“Oh, come on, I’m taking you shopping.” With that Alice flung back the sheets revealing a pyjama clad Angie.

Angie was in two minds. She was deeply embarrassed by the way she had acted last night and allowed Alice to dominate her. However the thought of going shopping with the beautiful, vivacious 18 year old was appealing.

Despite her reservations she smiled and informed Alice she would come shopping and was just going to quickly dive through the shower. As she swung her legs out of bed, Alice took hold of her hand and led her through to the bathroom. Awkwardly Angie allowed herself to be led into the bathroom.

Once in there Alice began to unbutton the pyjama top of Angie. When Angie put her hands up to undo her own buttons Alice smacked them away as if Angie was a misbehaving child.

“Keep your hands at your side,” Alice demanded.

Angie opened her mouth to protest, but then thought better of it. She had visions of having her bottom smacked while leaning over the side of the bath.

Deftly Alice unbuttoned the pyjama top and slipped it off Angie’s shoulders, once again revealing her deliciously small breasts.

For a moment Alice’s eyes focused on the breasts. “You have pretty little boobs,” Alice smiled, sounding sincere.

Angie blushed at the compliment.

Alice unbutton the chord of Angie’s pyjama bottoms and lowered them so that she could step out, leaving her totally naked. Alice reached into the shower cubicle and turned the water on.

“Shower time, little one,” Alice cooed while holding her hand under the water to feel the temperature.

“But I need to pee,” Angie pleaded.

“Well then, pee,” Alice pointed to the toilet that was in the bathroom, “but hurry up as we have not got all day.”

“Can you please go out while I pee?” Angie pleaded.

“No, I can’t go outside while you pee,” Alice mimed in a voice like a whining child, “and if you don’t hurry up you will get a damn good spanking for wasting our time.”

Despite her intense embarrassment Angie lowered herself onto the toilet, but in front of an audience she could not relax enough to allow her urine to flow.

Alice tapped her foot impatiently. Angie tried desperately to relax and finally, to her great relief, she began to pee, her urine splashing noisily into the toilet bowl. When she had finally finished she went to take some toilet paper to wipe herself, but again Alice spanked her hand away.

“I’ll do that, little one. Now stand up and open your legs.” Alice was standing in front of Angie, toilet paper in hand.

Humiliated beyond belief, Angie stood up and opened her legs slightly.

“Wider, darling. We want to make sure I wipe you properly.”

Angie slid her legs wider, and she gasped when she felt Alice’s hand rub the toilet paper between her legs. Alice wiped several times, in long exaggerated sweeps up and down Angie’s slit, causing her to emit a low groan.

“Is my little darling enjoying that?” a smiling Alice asked.

Angie pouted, “Yes, Mummy, I mean…. Alice.” Angie cringed at her mistake.

Alice tapped her playfully on the bottom. “Enough playtime. Now into that shower.”

Once in the shower Angie began to soap herself. All the while Alice stood at the shower entrance, watching her every move, and reminding her to make sure she washed herself well around her private parts.

When Angie had finished her shower she stepped out to a waiting Alice who immediately begun to dry her with the towel she was holding. Alice made sure she was well and truly dry, especially between her legs which Angie had to keep open. To Angie’s relief she was finally able to disappear back to her bedroom to dress in a tee shirt and jeans in preparation for their shopping. However Alice stood at the door and casually observed her as she dressed. Angie felt as if Alice didn’t even trust her enough to be able to dress herself properly. Being treated like a little child was doing her head in. She could not rationalize why, as a mature adult, she was allowing Alice to treat her in such a manner. Why didn’t she simply say ‘no’?

Nevertheless she willingly took Alice’s hand as the two of them walked from Minnie’s apartment on the lake to the Taupo shopping centre. The two of them had a great time walking around the shops, and stopped in to have a coffee at the Replete Café where Peter was working.

Afterwards Alice insisted they go into some of the fashion clothing shops, which Angie was reluctant to do as she was on a strict budget and had no spare cash for new clothing. However she did not need too much persuasion and was soon happily sorting through the racks of tempting clothing.

Eventually Alice led them to a department store that had a large selection of clothing from tiny tots to adults. Angie was surprised to notice that Alice was searching through racks that contained the clothing that was clearly more suitable for girls in the 12 to 14 age group. Even more surprising was the fact she was selecting some items of clothing and placing them over her arm. Once happy with what she had selected, Alice walked over to the changing cubicles, at the same time beckoning Angie to join her. Angie strolled over, curious as to why Alice would be trying on such clothing.

Alice selected a cubicle and hung the clothing on the hook inside. But then she stepped out of the cubicle, took Angie’s hand and ushered her in. Angie frowned at Alice in total bewilderment.

“I don’t understand,” Angie protested, “what are you doing?”

“I have selected some lovely clothes for you to put on. So come on, darling, get undressed.”

“By I haven’t selected these. Why should I be trying them on? They are far too young for me,” Angie continued to protest. “They are for little girls and won’t fit me.”

“I have selected big sizes, and you have such little boobies I am sure you will squeeze into them.”

Alice was speaking quite loudly and Angie was acutely embarrassed about the reference to her breasts.

“I won’t,” Angie stomped her foot, “and you can’t make me. I am an adult.”

Angie was determined to stand her ground. This was going too far.

“Do you want Mummy to spank your bottom…..again?” Alice’s comment reverberated through the changing rooms. Several people glanced her way in astonishment.

Angie’s mouth dropped open in shock and embarrassment. “Stop it,” she pleaded, then added more defiantly, “you wouldn’t dare spank me in here, anyway.”

“Oh, believe me I will, young lady, and on your bare bottom as well.”

People kept glancing at them, fascinated at the verbal exchange that was taking place. Angie cowered back further into the cubicle so she could not be seen so clearly. Her mind was in turmoil. From the glint in Alice’s eyes she could tell that she was enjoying putting Angie in this predicament, and Angie suspected she would probably have the audacity to spank her right in front of all those people. Angie also knew she could just walk straight out of those changing rooms. But she choose not to. Instead she let her shoulders drop in defeat.

“All right then,” Angie whispered, “but I am just going to try them on quickly.”

With that, Angie reached up to close the curtain of the cubicle, but noisily Alice slapped her hand.

“Leave the curtain open so Mummy can get a good look at how the clothes fit,” Alice demanded.

“But people will see me,” Angie pleaded, “can’t you come into the cubicle with me and close the curtain. I don’t mind you being in here, Mummy.”

Angie hoped that by referring to the 18 year old Alice as ‘Mummy’ that she would relent on her demands, but to no avail.

“Hurry up my girl, I am not going to wait all day,” Alice had her hand on her hip, looking as if she had run out of patience.

It was, of course, one big charade, and Alice could not believe how compliant the 19 year was being. Alice thought that Minnie described her correctly when she described her as a ‘delightfully sexy submissive like nothing she had seen before’. When Minnie had first told Alice of her American tenants and their incredibly submissive behaviour Alice had been immediately excited. The thought of dominating someone totally had been something she had fantasized about when masturbating herself in bed. To now get the opportunity was something she was not about to pass up. She was determined to see how far she could push Angie and her husband.

Reticently Angie kicked off her sandals and removed her jeans. She was about to remove her tee shirt when to her horror she realized she had been in such a hurry to get dressed that she had not bothered to put on a bra.

“I can’t take my tee shirt off, Mummy,” she whispered quietly in the hope no one would hear, “as I am not wearing a bra.”

“That’s all right, my darling. Little girls don’t need bras anyway. Now quickly off with that tee shirt.” With that Alice stepped forward and gripped the bottom of the tee shirt.

“Arms up.”

Almost without thinking Angie raised her arms, allowing Alice to roughly pull the tee shirt up over her head and off. At that moment a woman with a teenage girl walked pass the cubicle and both peered in. Angie realized she was dressed only in her brief lacy knickers, and quickly tried to cover herself up with her hands. The woman scowled in disapproval, while the teenager smirked.

“Panties as well.” Alice quickly gripped the waistband and jerked them down. “Lift your feet up.”

Like a robot Angie lifted her feet so Alice could remove her panties, leaving her totally naked so that anyone in the dressing room that walked past the open cubicle would have a clear view of her whole body. The realization caused Alice to blush in acute embarrassment.

Quickly Angie reached for the clothing that was hanging in the cubicle, desperate to put on something that would hide her nakedness. The first item of clothing was a simple orange dress with short sleeves. It seemed much too small for Angie but Alice insisted she try it on. She got it part way over her head but then it would budge no further. To Angie’s mortification she realized she was stuck with her arms above her head and totally exposed, with no way to protect her modesty. To make matters worse she could hear a couple of young girls giggling at her predicament. She pleaded with Alice to help her pull it off, but it was a good minute or so before she came to Angie’s assistance, slowly pulling the garment back up over her head.

Angie glared at Alice. “I told you they would be too small for me. Now can I please get dressed back into my own clothes?”

“Not yet, young lady, the others I have selected are a larger fit. They are for big little girls,” Alice smirked, while handing Angie another dress.

Petulantly Angie snatched the pink dress from Alice and threw it on the floor of the cubicle.

“I don’t want to try anything else on,” she protested, “I don’t want to play your stupid game anymore.”

“Right young lady, you have earned yourself ten spanks,” Alice was waving her finger and speaking louder than was necessary. “Now pick it up and put it on or you will get twice as many, and right here, now, where everyone can see what a naughty girl you are.”

The chatter in the changing room ceased as everyone tuned into the very unusual conversation coming out of the cubicle. Angie was flushed with total embarrassment. Quickly she reached down, picked up the pink dress and pulled it over her head. Even though it was a tight fit, and made her small boobs even flatter, she did manage to get it on. But to her consternation the dress was so short it came down below her hips, just barely covering her pussy and buttocks.

Next Alice took a pair of childish panda bear cotton panties and held them open for Angie to step into. Once the panties were on Alice stepped back to admire the finished result.

“Perfect,” Alice purred, and before Angie had time to protest she gathered up Angie’s discarded clothing, bundled it into her bag, took hold of her hand and dragged the wide-eyed girl out of the dressing room, Angie was mortified to think that she was going to be seen in public in this ridiculous pink dress that was obviously designed for someone much younger than herself, and to make matters worse when she walked she knew that her panda cotton panties would be exposed.

Alice dragged Angie over to the male shop assistant so that she could pay for the items. Alice removed the label off the dress, and then further embarrassed Angie by lifting up the front of her dress so that she could take the label off the panties. The shop assistant looked on in amazement at the exposed panda panties.

Once the items had been paid for Alice took hold of Angie’s hand again and almost had to drag her through the store to the Department store toilets. With her free hand Angie desperately tried to hold her skirt down as people stared. Most of the women frowned disapprovingly, while the males unabashedly stared at her as she passed by.

Once inside the ladies washroom Alice let go of her hand.

“Pull your panties down to your knees,” Alice demanded.

Angie stood there shocked. Even though there was no one in washroom, a couple of the toilet doors were closed so they were obviously occupied.

“No, Mummy,” Angie desperately pleaded.

“I promised you ten spanks, and you are going to get them now young lady. I suggest you get those panties down quickly while there is no one here, otherwise your spanking will be very public.”

With genuine tears welling in her eyes, Angie reached under her ridiculously short and childish pink dress and quickly lowered her panties to her knees.

“Hold your skirt up.” Alice was determined to maximize the humiliation.

With tear streaked cheeks Angie lifted her skirt exposing her bare buttocks. She gasped with shock as Alice gripped her by the arm to hold her steady, and then with the other hand began to spank her vigorously. Angie tried to be brave but by the time the tenth spank had landed she was openly begging ‘Mummy’ to stop.

When she realized the spanking was over she opened her eyes and was mortified to see that one of the toilet cubicle doors had opened and a woman was staring at her open mouthed. Angie quickly reached down and pulled up her panties.

Alice just smiled politely at the woman. “Children!” she said despairingly, rolling her eyes, “Sometimes only a damn good spanking will do.” Alice then grabbed Angie firmly by the hand and led her out of the washroom.

Chapter 8

Angie had to suffer the ignominy of being dragged back through the department while still trying to pull her panda panties up properly and at the same time trying to keep her ridiculously short dress covering her buttocks. It was an almost impossible task and she continued to draw stares from passing shoppers, especially males of all ages.

Once outside the store Angie was led compliantly around the corner and before she knew it she was being dragged into the Replete Café again where her husband Peter was working. Angie cringed yet again with intense embarrassment as she knew all the staff in the café. A couple of them raised their eyebrows in obvious surprise at her choice of clothing, but politely said nothing. Angie quickly seated herself at the first table she could find, thankful of the protection it afforded her from prying eyes.

Peter had notice Alice and Angie enter the café and his mouth dropped open when he noticed what his wife was wearing. He knew it was not something she would ever choose to wear. It was outrageous, but heavens he had to admit it made her look very sexy. Quickly he made his way over to the table to take their order. Alice ordered trim lattes for them both before enquiring whether Peter liked his wife’s new outfit. Peter smiled and nodded that he did. Angie stared aghast at her husband. How could he think such a ridiculously childish outfit looked nice on her?

Alice smiled her agreement at Peter. “I knew you had a great fashion sense. The skirt is not too short on her, is it?”

Peter had noted his wife’s glare and was wary of what to say. He decided to sit on the fence. “I am not really sure. I didn’t really see the length,” he lied.

“Oh, that’s a shame. Stand up Angie and give Peter a good look. I value his opinion.”

Angie bit her bottom lip, and didn’t want to risk making a scene in the café so reluctantly stood up, at the same time tugging on her skirt to ensure it covered her cotton panties.

Peter was awestruck by his wife’s gorgeous long legs that looked great in the short skirt. She normally wore jeans and a tee shirt so to see her dressed like this was a real turn-on.

“It’s not too short,” he mumbled, being careful not to catch his wife’s eye.

Angie was finally allowed to sit again and quietly sipped her coffee, trying to remain as inconspicuous as she could.

After finishing the coffees Angie pleaded with Alice to head back to Minnie’s apartment, but Alice insisted she had to collect something for Minnie before they went home. Angie had to suffer the stares of astonishment as she was dragged for two blocks by Alice to the shop that sold fancy dress costumes. She was then made to wait outside while Alice went into the shop to select some fancy dress items off the racks. Angie tried to peer in but could not see past the window display. When she turned around to look at the people in the street she felt as if everybody was staring at her with a mixture of bewilderment and contempt. She blushed profusely and wished the ground would literally open up and swallow her.

Finally Alice emerged from the shop with several items in a big shopping bag. With a sly smile she grabbed Angie’s hand and headed off walking towards Minnie’s lakeside apartment.

Curious as to what was in the bag, Angie enquired but was met with a firm, “You will see, my little sweetie.”

Angie endured the walk back to the apartment in embarrassed silence. People openly stared at her childish clothing and provocatively short dress. Some youths in a car slowed right down and gave her a wolf whistle and made rude comments about what they would do if they had a ‘little sister’ like that. Angie kept her head down and blushed with shame.

Back home the two shoppers entered the apartment and could hear conversation in the lounge. Angie tried to pull away but Alice kept a firm grip of her hand and led her into the lounge where they were greeted by Minnie, who had returned home in their absence. To Angie’s utter dismay there were also two other women in the room, both mature ladies in their fifties. Angie tried to hide herself behind Alice so that her ridiculous clothing could not be seen, however Minnie was having none of that.

“What a delightful outfit you are wearing, my little darling. Stop being a silly little girl and come over here so Mummy can get a good look at you.” Minnie beckoned her over.

Angie could not believe that her landlady used the “Mummy” word in front of her guests, as well as calling her a “silly little girl”. To make matters worse she did feel like a child being admonished by her mother, which created a pot pourri of confused emotions in her head. Although embarrassed beyond belief she also felt a strange, exciting warmth in her belly.

With a deep breath she stepped out from behind Alice and stood in full view of her landlady and the two female guests. She was so embarrassed she could not bear to look them in the eye.

“Where are your manners,” Minnie admonished, “Look up and say hello to my good friends, Jane and Bev. You can call them Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev.”

Angie forced herself to look up at the smiling faces of the two ladies. “Hello Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev,” Angie managed to mumble.

“Such a nice outfit,” Jane responded, “I bet you think you look really pretty.”

“No, I don’t think she does think she looks pretty,” Alice interjected. “She has done nothing but grizzle and told me she does not like the clothing because she thinks it makes her look like a child. I even had to take her into the washroom and give her a damn good spanking on her bare bottom.” 

Minnie raised her eyebrows and smiled at the antics her 18 year old niece had been up to. She was obviously a chip off the old family block, and clearly was adept and confident at dominating people with a naturally submissive personality.

Minnie then turned her attention to Angie, and her smile quickly turned to a look of mock dismay. “So you don’t like your pretty clothes that Alice so kindly purchased for you?”

Angie pouted defiantly, “No I don’t. They are childish and everyone stares at me. My dress is ridiculously short and I have to hold it down so my stupid cotton panties can’t be seen. What must everyone think of me?”

“Well I would say they look at you and think what a naughty little girl you are and they would be right,” Minnie responded, “What do you think Jane and Bev?”

“I totally agree,” Bev responded, trying hard to contain a smile, “Naughty and ungrateful I would say.”

“Absolutely agree,” reinforced Jane.

Angie bit her bottom lip. She wanted to protest how unreasonable they were being. She is a 19 year married woman and she should not be made to wear clothing that was totally unsuitable for someone of her age and maturity. But she suspected she had opened her mouth too much already, and to further protest her innocence would only worsen her situation. Little did she know that it was already too late for these sentiments.

“Well, if you don’t like the clothing, naughty little girl, then take it off.” Minnie wagged her finger at Angie.

Angie looked up hopefully. “Yes, Mummy,” she responded, and quickly turned to make a hasty retreat to her bedroom.

“Where do you think you are going?” Minnie’s voice boomed out, stopping Angie in her tracks.

“To take my dress off,” Angie responded quietly, fearful of what might come next.

“Yes, take it off. But I didn’t say you were to leave the room. You are to stand in the middle of the lounge and remove your clothing. If naughty, ungrateful little girls do not like their clothes then they can remove them. Since you obviously prefer to show off your nude body rather than your pretty dresses.”

Angie’s mouth dropped open in horror. “No, please Mummy,” she pleaded, “I am sorry. I do like the dress and I promise I will wear it all day.”

“I see your naughty girl also tell lies,” commented Bev.

Minnie let out a deep sigh. “She is indeed very naughty, and I believe naughty girls learn their lesson better when they are punished totally naked. Nothing like the humiliation of nudity to reinforce a spanking, don’t you agree Jane?”

Jane looked back at Minnie with a serious frown. “I could not agree more.”

Despite their outward display of indignation over Angie’s naughty behaviour, both Jane and Bev were in reality excited by what they were witnessing. They were both lesbians and had been together for over 20 years. They had met Minnie several years ago through the local gay community. Minnie had told them all about the young submissive American newly weds who were staying at her apartment, but they honestly believed she was only spinning them a yarn as the story seemed too far fetched to be true. But now to their total delight they were about to find out that the truth can sometimes be stranger than fiction. The thought of seeing this beautiful young American girl naked was already making them squirm in their seats.

“Please, Mummy,” Angie pleaded despairingly, “Don’t make me take my clothes off in here.”

“Get undressed right now young lass, unless you want to make your punishment far worse,” Minnie wagged her finger again.

Angie rolled her bottom lip and looked as if she was fighting back a tear. She knew that to continue pleading was only going to be to her detriment. Awkwardly she gripped the bottom of her pink dress and tried to pull up over her body. Despite several attempts to pull it over her head she realized that for the second time today she was stuck, and no one seemed to be willing to help her.

I desperation she turned to Alice, “Please Mummy, help this naughty little girl take her dress off.”

For a long while Angie was left standing there in embarrassed silence, her dress stuck around her mid drift and her panda bear panties exposed to the onlookers. Finally Alice stepped forward and roughly pulled the dressed over the shoulders of the hapless Angie.

When the dress popped off her head Angie staggered backwards and fell awkwardly into Jane’s lap. Embarrassed she quickly stood up, and modestly placed one arm in front of her breasts. She knew her breasts were small for her age, but having worn the tight fitting dress for the past two hours they felt as if they were flattened down to almost nothing. It made her feel even more like a naughty little girl standing in front of fully grown adults.

“As delightful as those panda panties are, they need to come off as well,” Minnie smiled.

With a sigh of resignation Angie reached her fingers around the waistband of her panties and quickly lowered them to the ground. As she stood up she quickly placed one arm over her breasts again and the other in front of her pubic region. She stood there in awkward silence, feeling the eyes of the four women in the room focused on her nudity.

“Is that how you normally stand when in this room?” Minnie enquired.

“No, Mummy,” Angie’s voice was barely a whisper. Slowly she lowered her arms to her side, totally exposing herself to those present in the room.

The excitement in the room was palatable as everyone soaked up the sight of the slim but very pretty 19 year old American. Bev and Jane had never witnessed anything like it before. They did not really consider themselves as kinky and weren’t into the discipline scene at all, but what they were now witnessing was exciting them more than they could ever imagine.

“She is truly a sight to behold,” Bev complimented. “She almost is a woman in a child’s body. That thatch of pubic hair is the only thing that tells you she really is a young lady.”

“I know,” Minnie responded,” I have thought of getting her to shave it all off so she is smooth as a baby down there, and I might one day. But on the other hand I like her to see her pubes as a constant reminder that she is indeed a woman who loves to be treated like a naughty girl.”

Angie blushed even more profusely as they openly discussed her naked body. She was also crushed by the knowledge that she knew she was becoming sexually excited by the degrading manner in which she was being treated. Desperately she kept her legs firmly together to hide her arousal.

“I just love those tiny boobs she has,” Jane purred in a husky voice, struggling to conceal her excitement. “I think I will call her Miss Tiny Tits.”

They all laughed, except Angie who just continued to blush with shame.

“Don’t you think that is a pretty name?” Jane directed her question to the hapless Angie.

“No!” Angie pouted.

“Well we could call her Miss Puffy Pussy,” Minnie interjected with a laugh, “Cause you can guarantee her pussy will be nice and swollen.”

Bev and Jane looked at each other in mock indignation.

“No, surely not,” Bev responded.

“It is so very true,” young Alice interjected, “Being humiliated like this gets her so hot. She gets all swollen down there and has a cute little clit that pokes its head way out.”

Angie’s mouth dropped open in shock. She could not believe Alice was being so graphic in her description.

“This I have got to see,” Jane exclaimed, wide-eyed and flushed with excitement.

“Open your legs, honey, “Minnie urged, “and show Auntie Bev and Auntie Jane that pretty little pussy of yours. Because I bet you are all wet and swollen, aren’t you?”

Angie just hung her head in humiliation.

“Well?” Minnie pressed for an answer.

“Yes, Mummy, I feel like I am all swollen.” Angie whispered.

Not wanting to prolong the embarrassment any longer, Angie slid her feet open to reveal her pubic region to the women in the room. But she didn’t just open her legs slightly. She wanted her degradation to be complete. She splayed her legs as wide open as she could. Angie felt her swollen labia open up and she knew her clit would be on display for everyone to see.

For what seemed an eternity there was a deadly silence in the room as the women soaked up the incredibly erotic sight.

Finally Bev spoke, her voice raspy with excitement, “That is the nicest little honey pot one could ever hope to see.”

“And she is so swollen her juices are beginning to run off the end of her clit,” Jane chimed in.

Minnie smiled with pride at the submissive behaviour of her protégé. “Go and fetch the hairbrush for Mummy,” she urged.

Without hesitation Angie quickly departed the room and returned with the heavy wooden instrument held securely in both hands. As she had been taught to do, she stood in front of her landlady and held out the hairbrush.

Minnie did not take the hairbrush from her. “You have behaved very poorly today and have been a naughty little girl. And what happens to naughty girls?”

“They get spanked, Mummy.” Angie grimaced.

“Indeed they do. And since you have been so naughty for Alice I think you need to go over to her and apologise and ask her to spank you for being such a bad girl.”

Angie took a moment to compose herself. It was going to be gut wrenchingly tough to ask a girl even younger than herself to give her a spanking. With a deep breath she turned and shuffled over to Alice.

“I am sorry I have been such a bad little girl,” Angie whispered, “and I deserve to be spanked.”

Alice smiled gleefully. “And where do you deserve to be spanked?”

“On my naked bottom,” Angie blushed.

“Very well,” Alice reached out and took the hairbrush from a nervous Angie. “I want you to stand in the middle of the room, open your legs wide, and bend over and grip your ankles.”

Angie quickly complied, splaying her legs open and bending over so she could take hold of her ankles. Alice took hold of her shoulder and made her shuffle around until her grossly exposed buttocks were pointing directly at Minnie, Jane and Bev. Alice then stepped back out of the way to ensure that the ladies could fully take in the view.

Bev and Jane could not believe that Angie’s vulva looked to be even more swollen than it was a few minutes previously. Juices were flowing even more freely from her vaginal orifice. This was clearly one very excited young American lass who was getting off on the way she was being treated.

Without warning a sharp smack of the hairbrush landed firmly on Angie’s left buttock. Angie gasped in shock, and even Bev and Jane jumped in surprise. They had never witnessed a grown lady being smacked before. Up until now they had never had the desire to be involved in any sort of discipline activity, but witnessing it for the first time they were enticed by the sheer eroticism of what was unfolding before them.

Alice continued to administer the punishment in hard rhythmic smacks, alternating between buttocks. By the twentieth smack Angie was sobbing loudly but continued to hold her position. When the fortieth smack was delivered Alice finally relented. Angie’s buttocks were aflame in bright red.

“Go and stand in front of Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev,” Minnie directed, “Put your hands on your head and open your legs.”

Angie did as requested, resisting the desire to give her very tender bottom a rub with her hands. She stood in front of her ‘Aunties’ and again opened her legs as wide as she could.

“Ask your Aunties to put a finger inside your pussy so they can see for themselves how wet you are,” Minnie requested.

“Please Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev, will you put a finger in this naughty little girls pussy and see if I am wet?” Angie pleaded, her face flush with desire.

For a moment Bev and Jane were almost overcome by erotic overload. They were exploring territory way beyond their normally staid lesbian lifestyle. But they were having so much fun that it was easy to throw off the shackles. Bev reached out a finger and tentatively wiped it along the ridges of Angie’s swollen labia, causing her to swoon with pleasure. Jane quickly followed suit, and circled her finger around Angie’s swollen and protruding clit.

Angie was so aroused she desperately needed more stimulation of her vagina. She bent her knees and arched her pelvis towards her ‘Aunties’. Seeing the obvious pleasure the young American girl was getting from their touches made Bev and Jane bolder, and both of them began to work a finger into the depths of her vagina. Angie groaned louder and began to rotate her hips.

With a smile Bev and Jane both proudly withdrew their fingers and held them up on display. They were coated liberally with Angie’s juices.

Angie’s eyes were glazed with pleasure. “Please Aunty Jane can I suck your finger while Aunty Bev sticks her fingers deep inside this naughty little girls pussy.”

Obligingly Jane held her moist finger up to Angie’s mouth. Angie closed her mouth over it and began to suck noisily, and at the same time arching her pelvis towards Bev in a clear message that she wanted to be penetrated. Bev boldly rammed three fingers deep into Angie’s vaginal canal. It was as if she had lighten a fuse. Angie’s hips instantly began bucking wildly and she breathed loudly through her nose.

Angie’s orgasm came like a charging horse, nostrils flaring, hips bucking. When it hit her she arched back her head and screamed as she was overcome with pleasure.

Chapter 9

The following day was Saturday and both of the newly weds, Angie and Peter, were scheduled to be working at the Replete Café. Peter had tried to enquire from Angie as to what had happened the previous day but she seemed embarrassed so he did not press for the details. As they were about to leave the apartment to walk to work, Minnie poked her head around the corner.

“Don’t be late home my darlings as I am having a party tonight,” Minnie chirped.

“A party?” Angie responded.

“A fancy dress party, actually.”

“A fancy dress party?” Angie repeated.

“Yes, my little parrot. A fancy dress party. Guests are to come dressed as a nursery rhyme character and you are both invited.”

“But we have nothing suitable to wear to a fancy dress party.” Angie was almost apologetic.

“Oh don’t worry, I have already chosen something special for you both.” With that Minnie disappeared back into the kitchen.

Peter and Angie glanced at each, a little surprised. It was nice that Minnie had invited them to her party, and even though they weren’t really into fancy dress parties it did sound like it could be fun. Angie informed Peter how, the day before, Alice had made her wait outside the shop while she collected fancy dress costumes from inside. For the rest of the day they speculated on what the costumes might be that Minnie had got for them. They tried to recall all the nursery rhyme characters they could think of.

By the time the newly weds had finished their day at café they were full of anticipation. They arrived back at the apartment just before dinner time and quickly tracked down Minnie in the kitchen and excitedly asked if they could see their costumes. Minnie laughed at their enthusiasm but told them they would have to wait. She informed them that once they had finished dinner they were to take a shower and wait in their rooms until Alice came in with their costumes.

Like children eager to open their Christmas presents, Peter and Angie quickly ate dinner with Minnie and Alice before disappearing to have a shower. While they were in the shower Alice brazenly entered the bathroom and began putting on her makeup. This embarrassed the newly weds who were reluctant to exit the shower while eighteen year old Alice was in the bathroom. They tried to wait her out but clearly Alice was in no hurry. Realising they could not stay in there forever, Angie quickly stepped out of the shower and hurriedly reached out for her towel. However she had no sooner taken it off the rail when Alice stepped over to her and took the towel from her.

“Mummy can do that,” Alice smiled, “Now lift your arms up above your head so I can give you a good rub down.”

Angie was embarrassed by the close attention from Alice, especially as her husband was watching intently from within the shower. Obediently she put her arms above her head as requested, and Alice proceeded to dry her off with over-vigorous rubbing with the towel. Alice paid special attention to Angie’s pert small breasts, massaging the towel across them several times until her nipples were firmly erect. Alice then tapped the inside of Angie’s thighs so that she opened her legs, and then began to rub the towel over her buttocks and pubic region. Not surprisingly, she also paid special attention to these regions, making Angie hold her buttock cheeks apart while her anus was dried, and then crouching down while the towel was rubbed vigorously across her vulva.

Angie could feel herself becoming flush with all the intimacies, but finally Alice gave her bottom a tap, told her she was all done, and then turned to beckon to Peter to exit the shower. Peter stepped out and stood obediently beside young Alice. He was embarrassed by his nakedness, and also embarrassed by the fact his penis was semi-erect.

Alice then proceeded to give Peter a repeat performance of the towel rubbing, making him stand with his hands held above his head. She systematically dried him from head to foot, and when she got to his pelvic region she brazenly took the tip of his penis and lifted it up before vigorously drying his scrotum. By the time she let go of his penis he was almost fully erect, and when she began stroking it with towel he had to close his eyes and force himself not to cum.

Although she tried to tell herself not to be silly, Angie could not help feeling jealous at the liberties Alice was taking with her husband, but she also knew there was no way she was going to complain.

Finally they were both dismissed by Alice, and told to wait, naked, in their bedroom until she came with their costumes. The newly weds darted down the hallway to their room, desperately hoping that no-one would see them in their naked state. Silently they sat on the bed, saying very little but both full of anticipation.

They were kept waiting for what seemed a very long half an hour before Alice eventually entered, holding a shopping bag. She was dressed up as a princess and looked totally gorgeous. With a smile she tipped the contents of the bag onto the bed beside the naked newly weds. To their dismay there only appeared to be a few items of clothing and what looked suspiciously like a diaper. Nothing like the elaborate princess outfit that Alice was wearing.

Peter was made to stand up and Alice handed him a blue shirt and matching blue shorts which she told him to put on. He asked if he could put his underwear on first but Alice declined the request. The shirt fitted, but the shorts were tight and made of thin satin material which did little to hide the outline of his penis.

Peter felt ridiculous and frowned at Alice. “I don’t understand. Who am I suppose to be?”

Alice gave him a condescending smile, “You are little boy blue.”

Peter continued to frown, “Little boy blue?”

Alice sighed, “Yes, silly. ‘Little boy blue, come blow on your horn, the sheep’s in the meadow and the cows in the corn’. Don’t you Americans know your nursery rhymes?”

Peter didn’t respond. He still felt ridiculous.

Alice now turned her attention to Angie, who was silently eyeing up the items of clothing left on the bed, which seemed to consist of very little. With a cheery grin Alice picked up the small pink tee shirt and made Angie hold out her arms so that Alice could pull it over her head. The tee shirt was several sizes too small and barely came down to Angie’s navel. On the front of the tee shirt there was a Barbie doll picture, and it was obvious to Angie the tee shirt was meant for a child.

Alice then patted her hand on the bed and gestured for Angie to lie down on her back. To Angie’s horror Alice then reached over her prone body and picked up the oversized diaper.

“No, please,” Angie groaned in genuine dismay and humiliation.

But Alice ignored the cries of protest and instead gave Angie a light smack on her leg and told her to lift her buttock off the bed. With great reluctance Angie forced herself to obey, and as she lifted her hips Alice slid the diaper underneath her and deftly sealed the velcro tabs on the sides. Angie was then directed to sit up, and Alice picked up the final item, a matching Barbie doll bib, and tied it around the ‘baby’s’ neck.

“Now stand up and let me admire the both of you,” Alice could not contain her smile. She was having so much fun.

Embarrassed, the newly weds both stood beside the bed in front of an admiring Alice.

Angie finally overcome her shock enough to find her voice. “But I am dressed as a baby,” she protested petulantly, “I can’t go to a party dressed like this. I feel so stupid.”

“Well you don’t look silly. I think you look like the pretty little baby you really are,” Alice responded.

Angie stamped her foot angrily. “I don’t feel pretty. Who am I suppose to me anyway?”

Alice sighed and rolled her eyes. “Rock a bye baby, in the tree tops, when the wind blows the cradle will rock. Don’t you know that nursery rhyme?”

“Yes I do,” Angie agreed reluctantly, “But I can’t go to a party dressed like this. I look ridiculous.”

“So do I,” Peter chimed in.

“Oh, stop being so silly and ungrateful. Minnie has put a great deal of thought into your costumes. You don’t want to upset her, do you?”

Peter and Angie both hung there heads, feeling bad about their petulant behaviour.

“Besides, everybody will be wearing silly costumes. I bet no one will even notice you.” With that reassurance Alice departed the room, confidently smiling to herself that she had set the scene for what was sure to be an entertaining party.

Left alone in the room, Peter and Angie both sat down on bed, bewildered and with mixed emotions. Despite Alice’s reassurances, they knew they both looked ridiculous. They could hear all the guests arriving but decided to wait a while longer until the party was well underway in the hope that they could slip in unnoticed.

Eventually they could wait no longer and, hand in hand, they walked down the stairs and attempted to sidle into the lounge without attracting attention. However their attempts failed and the raucous conversation in the room tailed off markedly as people began to notice the new arrivals. Shyly Peter and Angie glanced around the room. Everyone was dressed magnificently as kings or queens, princes or princesses. No one was dressed in a costume that was even remotely embarrassing, with the exception of themselves. Both blushed with embarrassment as they felt all eyes focus on them.

Eventually Minnie sauntered over, looking very regal in her costume, and offered both of them a welcome glass of wine. She then turned to her guests and introduced them.

“These are my lovely tenants, the American newly weds I was telling you about, Peter and Angie. Aren’t they just delightful?”

Much to Peter and Angie’s continued embarrassment there were murmurs of approval from most of the guests. Several of them then came over and began to engage them in conversation. Gradually they began to relax, but both had this constant feeling that the guests were eyeing them up and down. Peter was conscious of his penis being barely contained in his blue satin shorts, while Angie was aware that her erect nipples were protruding through the thin material of the tee shirt. She tried to adjust the baby’s bib so that it covered both of her nipples but it was nowhere near wide enough. She didn’t dare look down at her diaper as she was mortified at how she looked down there. Her slim, attractive tanned legs looked so incongruous poking out from a pair of diapers.

For the next couple of hours Peter and Angie tried to mix and mingle as best they could, despite their self-consciousness, and both drank a few too many wines to try and overcome their embarrassment. It was clear that many of the couples that were present were gay couples, both males and females, ranging from late teenagers to mature persons in their sixties.

The relative harmony of the evening was eventually broken when Jane and Bev, who had been on the other side of the room chatting to another female couple of similar mature age, made their way over to the American newly weds.

“Well, hello my darling Miss Tiny Tits,” Jane greeted rather too loudly, her words slightly slurred from all the wine.

Angie hung her head, embarrassed at the reference to her small breasts that many of the guests heard. “Hello Aunty Jane,” she responded shyly.

“And this handsome fellow must be Peter.” Jane turned her attention to Peter.

“Hi,” was all Peter could think of saying, not knowing who this overbearing woman was that his wife referred to as ‘Auntie Jane’.

By now all casual conversation in the room had ceased and Peter and Angie were again the centre of attention. There was a palatable air of anticipation filling the room. Minnie and Alice came over to join Bev and Jane beside the newly weds. Peter and Angie quickly exchanged glances. They sensed events were about to take a turn for the worse.

“So you have met my little boy blue,” Minnie joined the conversation.

“Little boy blue,” Jane pondered.

“Little boy blue, come blow on your horn, the sheep’s in the meadow…, you know the nursery rhyme.”

“Indeed I do, but I don’t see his horn,” Jane added mischievously.

With everybody watching, Minnie let her eyes deliberately stray down Peter’s torso until she fixed her gaze on his crotch. “I think I might have spotted something. Naughty little boy blue is hiding his horn in his pretty blue shorts.”

All eyes were now focused on poor Peter’s crotch and he squirmed at the unwanted attention. To his horror he could feel his penis becoming erect and pushing out the bottom of his shorts. In desperation he tried to nonchalantly place his hand in front of his crotch, but Minnie quickly spanked his hand away, admonishing him like a naughty child. This caused laughter to erupt amongst the guests, which only served to increase Peter’s embarrassment and at the same time increasing the hardness of his erection. His penis was now clearly visible poking out beneath his tight blue satin shorts.

“I think it is time Mummy removed those shorts of yours so everyone can see the horn of little boy blue, don’t you?” Minnie’s licked her lips seductively, resulting in a further chorus of laughter to ripple through the room.

“No, Mummy, please don’t.” Peter felt that his voice sounded like a childish whine.

“Now, Peter is it not true that you love to drop your pyjamas in front of Mummy so that she can give your naughty little horn pleasure.”

Peter screwed up his face in shame. It was true. So very true. He derived intense pleasure from being made to exhibit himself and then allowing someone to force him to orgasm. Slowly he nodded his head, acknowledging to Minnie that he knew she was right.

With a knowing grin Minnie gripped the waistband of the satin shorts and slowly began to lower them. Once Peter’s penis was free it sprung upright to attention. It was rigid hard and pulsing. You could have heard a pin drop in the room as everyone’s attention was firmly locked on the submissive young male. Minnie had promised all her guests that she had entertainment planned that was guaranteed to make their pulses race, and she was not wrong.

Minnie lowered the shorts to the floor and made Peter step out of them. She then unbuttoned his blue shirt and removed it, leaving him totally naked.

“Now my little boy blue, put your hands on your head and I want you to walk around the room and proudly display your horn to our guests.”

Peter had never felt so humiliated, but found himself doing what his landlady had requested. With his hands on his head he walked over to the first group of guests. He couldn’t believe it when they all took turns at reaching out and touching his penis. Some just stroked it lightly, while others squeezed him so tightly he winced.

Peter continued to move around the room, and he could feel himself beginning to sweat as all the manipulation of his penis was making it hard for him to fight off the urge to cum. The final group in the room consisted of six males, of which a two of them were acting overtly homosexual. Peter suspected they were probably all gay, and the thought of standing naked in front of them with a penis crying out for relief was almost unbearable.

Expertly each of them began flicking their fingers at Peter’s penis, causing him to squirm in discomfort. They knew he was on the verge of coming but by just flicking his engorged member he was not getting the stimulation he needed to orgasm.

“Arch your back and stand on your toes,” one of the men commanded.

Peter obliged, arching his back and thrusting his penis forward. He managed to go up on his toes even though it was hard to balance. He felt he was displaying his body in the most obscene way possible. Yet he had never felt so exhilarated and so fulfilled sexually.

One of the males stepped forwarded and roughly gripped Peter’s penis, squeezing it tightly, causing Peter to groan with the mixture of pain and intense pleasure. Continuing to hold it tight he quickly stroked it several times with long hard strokes that stretched the foreskin to its maximum. Suddenly the male released his grip and sperm immediately began pulsing from Peter’s penis, arching out over the carpet in a series of waterfalls. Peter tried to contain himself but he was beyond having any control as the intense orgasm ripped through his body. There were gasps of astonishment from the guests.

“What have you done, you naughty boy, Peter,” Minnie’s voice quickly brought Peter back to earth. “You are a very naughty little boy blue. You need to be punished. Now go and get Mummy’s hairbrush.”

Peter grimaced, then quickly left the room and returned a few seconds later with the hairbrush.

Minnie snatched it from him, feigning anger, and took the hapless Peter by the ear to the middle of the room. “Now open your legs and bend over.”

Peter quickly obliged, bending himself over like a staple. What followed was a prolonged assault on his buttocks that lasted the next fifteen minutes. Minnie started the spanking but then invited guests to step forward to take their turn. Peter was reduced to tears and sobbed loudly as the each guest eagerly took their turn. Some of the guests were relatively gentle on him but, but others clearly did not know their own strength and caused Peter to scream out at the pain. When it finally ended Peter was ready to collapse on the floor in exhaustion. Minnie kissed him on the cheek and suggested it was time he went to bed. Peter did not protest.

Angie felt a lump in her throat as her husband shuffled out of the room, rubbing his tender buttocks. She felt for sure that the attention would now turn to her. But to her surprise Minnie informed her guests it was time for more drinks, and conversation began to return to the room. Alice thrust a large glass of water into Angie’s hand which she was thankful for as her mouth was dry and she had already consumed too many wines.

Minnie seated herself in her favourite chair and beckoned Angie over to join her. Angie giggled as she felt unsteady on her feet. Her head was swimming with a warm fuzzy fog, partly due to the wine, and partly due to the eroticism of what she had witnessed happening to Peter.

Minnie indicated for Angie to sit at her feet. Angie knelt down, glad to be seated, and rested her head on her landlady’s lap. Gently Minnie ran her fingers through Angie’s hair as she conversed with the other guests. Angie felt secure and contented. Her embarrassment over being dressed in only a diaper and a thin pink tee shirt was dissipating. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine, but in a weird way her situation almost felt natural. When she tried to rationalize her situation it just confused her, and it was just so much easier to accept the inner feelings of contentment that radiated through her body.

Angie had drifted off into her own little world as she rested her head on Minnie’s lap, only vaguely absorbing all the conversation that was taking place around her. She was aware that Minnie was talking to someone seated beside her, and could hear a strange noise that sounded like a baby crying. Angie turned her head slightly so she could see who Minnie was talking to. To her surprise it was a woman who was cradling a young baby who looked to be a few months old. The woman was an attractive, dark skinned Pacific Islander of a similar age to Angie.

The woman was trying to get the baby to stop crying, but then decided it was obviously hungry. Angie gazed up in fascination as the woman began to unbutton the top of her dress and reached in to fondle with her bra. She then exposed one of her very full breasts and Angie was surprised at how large and dark her nipple was. The woman gently cradled the baby in her arm and guided its mouth onto the nipple, whereby the baby instantly stopped crying and began sucking hungrily.

Angie gazed contently at the sight of mother and child, and couldn’t help imagining herself as the baby, suckling contentedly on the breast. Minnie glanced down at Angie and smiled when she saw the envious look on her face. Moving her hand from the top of Angie’s head she slid it down to touch her lips. Almost as if by instinct, Angie parted her lips slightly and allowed her landlady to insert a finger into her mouth. Without hesitation she began sucking, keeping her eyes locked on the baby and the mother’s breast.

When the baby had finished feeding from both breasts Angie heard the mother comment to Minnie that she was just going to pop out into the bedroom to change the baby’s wet diaper and would then be right back.

As the mother stood up to leave she reached down and stroked her warm hand over Angie’s face, before commenting, “Aren’t you a delightful little one.”

Angie felt a warm glow of pleasure as she continued to suck on her landlady’s finger.

Minnie leaned forward and put her mouth to Angie’s ear. “Has my little baby wet her diaper?” she whispered.

Angie stopped sucking and stared back open aghast at her landlady. “Ov cauth not,” she mumbled, finding it difficult to speak with Minnie’s finger still inserted in her mouth. “I wuv neva do dat.”

Minnie made no further comment and stroked Angie’s head with her free hand and after a short while Angie resumed sucking the finger. For several minutes Minnie conversed with another guest who was milling about close by, wanting to get a closer view of the delightful American woman dressed in a diaper and sucking on her landlady’s finger. After the conversation was finished Minnie leaned forward again to whisper in Angie’s ear.

“Mummy wants you to wet your diaper, just like a baby.”

Angie’s eyes widened in shock and she pushed the finger out of her mouth. “I could never do that,” she pleaded, “Please don’t make me.”

Minnie patted her head. “My little darling, does Mummy make you do anything you really don’t want to? You always have a choice. Mummy is just saying it would make her very happy if her little baby wet her diaper.”