Minnie and the Newly Weds

By Alfamann

A tale of young newly weds submitting to the demands of their female landlady. Despite the humiliation, their submission is consensual. No violence, no rapes. Just pure, off-beat eroticism.

Chapter 1

Peter and Angie were in love with life. At 20 years and 19 years respectively, they had made the crazy madcap decision to elope, against their parents wishes, move from rural Southern California where they were both raised and travel overseas. They had dreamed of travelling to New Zealand, and shortly after their Las Vegas matrimonial ceremony they flew out from LAX for the 12 hour flight, cuddling and kissing like two young kids on an exciting adventure, which is not far from the truth.

Having arrived in New Zealand, Peter and Angie headed to Lake Taupo where they knew they could find work in one of the many cafes or tourist activities that are abundant in this popular holiday destination. Having spent the first two weeks in backpackers’ accommodation they searched around Lake Taupo for a more permanent place to live. Responding to an ad in the local Taupo Times newspaper they were delighted to rent a large room in an upmarket apartment close to the lake.

Their new landlady, Minnie Davies, was a delight. A single lady in her mid-40’s, she welcomed Peter and Angie with open arms, and treated them both as if they were her own children. In fact, on occasions, Minnie would admonish them as if they were her younger infants, but she would always do if with a twinkle in her eye and loving smile, so that the newly weds would happily oblige by tidying up the dishes they had left in the lounge, or whatever their misdeed was. Anyway, coming from rural California, they knew they had a lot to learn about life. They never dreamed how much they were about to learn of life, what hidden desires one may harbour, and how these may be fulfilled.

Like any newly weds, Peter and Angie loved sex. Peter knew very little about the intricacies of foreplay, preferring to quickly ram his eager penis into Angie’s sweet, moist vagina. Angie would respond with powerful, noisy moans that built to a shuddering orgasm. It was quick and passionate, as may be expected from two young lovers.

It was Friday night and Peter and Angie were looking forward to the weekend after a long week working in the Replete Café. For once they both had the weekend off. After watching a movie on television with Minnie, the newly weds decided to head off to bed for a much needed sleep.

“Off to bed, then?” Minnie fixed her engaging smile on both of them. They both nodded and bid Minnie goodnight.

“I hope you are not planning to have sex tonight?”

Minnie’s statement stopped both of them mid step. Had they heard correctly?

“What do you mean?” Angie managed to stutter.

“My dear, if they gave out Oscars for the noisiest orgasm, you would win hands down. Even the porn queens couldn’t compete with you.”

Angie could feel her face blush bright red. It was true. She knew she screamed while in the throes of orgasm. The noise came from deep within and she just couldn’t control herself. It was a primal scream of deep satisfaction.

“Well?” Minnie directed her question to Peter. Peter responded with a dumbfounded expression.

“Are you planning to have sex?” Minnie pressed the point

Peter shrugged shyly. “I’m not sure,” he managed to whisper.

“Come here and stand in front of me.” Minnie beckoned to Peter.

For a moment he stood his ground before shuffling over to Minnie, his hands in his pockets and his head looking at his feet. He looked every bit the young lad about to get a scolding from his mother.

“Come closer” Peter stepped forward and now stood directly in front of Minnie.

Without warning Minnie reached out and unbuckled Peter’s belt.

“What are you doing?” Peter exclaimed anxiously, but made no attempt to move away.

Minnie ignored him. She proceeded to unzip his jeans. Angie’s mouth hung open in disbelief at what she was witnessing. With aggression Minnie pulled Peter’s jeans to his knees, exposing bright blue boxers covered in pink hearts.

Minnie couldn’t help but smile. “What lovely boxers. So….tastelessly youthful”

Peter was more embarrassed than he had been in his life. He knew he could stop it all by moving away, but his feet felt anchored to the floor. To add to his utter humiliation his penis was reacting to the situation in a way it never should, and he knew his erection would be obvious to all to see.

With a wicked glint in her eye Minnie roughly pulled the boxer shorts down. Peter’s erect penis sprung into view. Peter did not dare to glance at his beautiful young wife. What must she be thinking?

“ This delightful little fella is much too full of life,” Minnie stared into Peter’s embarrassed face, “which for me means another night of disrupted sleep while your darling little wife screams her orgasmic heart out in blissful ignorance of others in the house.

Angie was angry. She was being treated like a child, and this woman had no right to be embarrassing her husband in this manner. She was about to mutter her disgust when events took a turn for the worse. Minnie brazenly reached out with her hand and wrapped it around Peter’s penis, then proceeded to stroke it, slowly at first before increasing the rhythm. Peter let out a low groan. He knew it was so wrong, but he was powerless to stop the events that were engulfing him.

His legs begun to buckle as he felt his orgasm build. His fit young body shuddered as the orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer. Minnie had placed her other hand over the end of his penis and he ejaculated into her palm. Minnie continued with long strokes until Peter was well and truly spent.

Minnie squeezed her hand into a fist. The sperm squelched between her fingers. She turned to a horrified Angie, and gave one of her charming smiles.

“Perhaps now I might get a good night’s sleep.”

Embarrassed beyond belief at what he had allowed to happen to himself, Peter pulled up his boxers and jeans and began to sidle out the room.

“Not so quick, the two of you,” Minnie’s voice carried authority. “Do either of you own pyjamas?”

Both shook their heads from side to side.

“I thought as much.” Minnie reached for her purse and took out $60. “Tomorrow I want both of you to go out and purchase some modest flannelette pyjamas.”

“We don’t want your money, and we don’t want pyjamas!” Angie whimpered petulantly.

“You will do want Minnie requests, because I know you are both lovely young people who want to please, but just need some guidance. You are, after all, both very young.” Minnie placed the money in Peter’s hand. “Now run along, and tomorrow night I want you both to report down to me, in your nice new pyjamas, before you go to bed.”

The newly weds quickly retreated, both in a state of shock. One of them was very angry, the other acutely embarrassed.

“How could you?” Angie could hardly bring herself to speak. Peter could only shrug. He had no understanding of why he had let himself be humiliated in such a manner.

It was a very quiet night, and needless to say there was no sex.

It was Saturday morning and Angie and Peter were surprised they had slept in late. After dressing they quietly made their way down the stairs, hoping that they may avoid the embarrassment of coming into contact with their landlady. To their surprise Minnie was in the kitchen and had breakfast and coffee ready for them. She was her normal bright and cherry self and chatted as if nothing had happened. Her only reference to the previous night was an offhand comment that she had had such a good nights sleep. Angie could not help but blush.

After breakfast the newly weds ventured into town to purchase some groceries for Minnie. As they strolled down the street they came across a shop that sold pyjamas. Both looked at each other. They had not discussed Minnie’s request.

“What harm is there?” Peter pleaded. “If we don’t do as she asked we risk offending her and will then be out in the street. It is such a lovely place, and the rent is very cheap. We will never find anything near as good.”

“Whatever,” was Angie’s petulant response. The truth was she was so confused she did not know what to think.

However she did not resist when Peter led her into the shop, and they soon departed with what Angie thought were unflattering, baggy, striped, flannelette pyjamas.

That night they decided to take in a movie. There was nothing that either of them particularly wanted to see, but to Angie it was preferable to spending the evening with their landlady. When they got home they were dismayed to see that Minnie was still up. Silently the trudged up the stairs to their bedroom. As they undressed, Peter did not hesitate to put on his pyjamas. Angie frowned in anger and stormed into the bathroom, but when she returned a few minutes later she was wearing her new pyjamas, the cord around her waist pulled tightly as she feared her pyjama bottoms would fall down. Silently they made their way down the stairs.

They stood at the doorway to the lounge where Minnie was sitting.

“Night,” they both mumbled, and tried to beat a hasty retreat.

“Come in here and show Minnie your sweet pyjamas.” Reluctantly they both obliged, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“Come over to me, Peter,” Minnie beckoned with her finger.

Peter hesitated, and glanced over to his darling young wife. ‘No’, she silently mouthed to him. Peter looked back at his landlady.

“Now, young man! Don’t make me come over and get you.”

Peter’s resistance evaporated. Before he knew it he was standing perilously close to the seated figure of his landlady.

Brazenly she reached out and grabbed Peter’s penis through his pyjamas. “How is my favourite little penis tonight? Is it going to behave itself or does it need some relief to ensure I get a good nights sleep?”

Peter tried to stammer that he was fine, but his penis quickly betrayed him. Minnie could not suppress a wry smile.

“Please drop those pyjama trousers now,” Minnie spoke quietly, as if her request was nothing more than asking him to pass the salt.

“No!” Angie cried out, “don’t Peter”

“Now, don’t be jealous young lady. I’m not about to steal your man. As charming as Peter is, he’s not my type. I like to swing the other way, if you know what I mean.” Minnie was staring directly at Angie with piercing blue eyes. “But you, my dear, I would love to eat.” Minnie laughingly licked her lips seductively.

Angie felt a shiver go up her spine. They had never seen their landlady with a male companion, but it had not dawned on them that she may be gay.

Minnie quickly turned her attention back to Peter. “Drop them.”

Nervously he obeyed. When he loosened his pyjama bottoms they quickly fell to a heap on the floor, revealing his semi-erect penis. Minnie enveloped his member with her hand and squeezed tightly. Despite Peter’s discomfort his penis swelled to its full potential. It only took a few deep, hard strokes by his landlady before he erupted in orgasm. Peter groaned in deep satisfaction. Minnie again captured the squirting sperm with her free hand.

Turning to Angie she opened her hand and gazed down at the sperm, almost as if she expected little tadpoles to be swimming about.

“Go and fetch me a tissue, sweetie.” Minnie directed her request at Angie. Angie responded with a look of absolute disbelief. Her landlady had not only just masturbated her husband, but now was expecting her to fetch a tissue to clean off the sperm.

Despite her outrage, Angie found herself going to the kitchen and fetching the box of tissues. She threw them onto her landlady’s lap.

“Pick up the tissues, take one out, and wipe up your darling young husband’s sperm, unless you would rather lick it off my palm!”

Angie rapidly recovered the box of tissues, removed one and quickly began wiping up the sperm. She froze when Minnie reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“You really are a beauty.” Minnie made it sound like a genuine compliment, and Angie could not help herself from blushing. “I really mean it. You are very beautiful.”

Chapter 2

That Saturday night had set the scene for what was to become a nightly ritual for the next 2 weeks. At bedtime Angie and Peter would shower, put on their pyjamas, and descend the stairs into the lounge, where Minnie, their landlady, would be sitting, either reading a book or watching television. By now Peter knew the routine. He would paddle over to Minnie and stand patiently beside her chair. Angie would stand at the doorway, projecting her best frown. She was a reluctant spectator in this whole charade, and she despised the hold that Minnie had over her husband (a hold, both figuratively and literally!).

Nonchalantly Minnie would reach out and grip Peter’s penis over his pyjama bottoms. If it failed to respond, she beamed them her best smile and bid them both goodnight.

If his penis did respond, which was more often than not, Minnie would tilt her head and nod. She didn’t have to say anything. Peter would untie the cord of his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. His landlady would squeeze tight and then pump him. Sometimes she was gentle, other times she pumped so hard that his eyes watered.

Even though he would try to hold back, he would ejaculate quickly into Minnie’s hand. Angie knew it was her task to fetch the tissue, and even though she hated doing it, she knew that the quicker she did her little job the sooner they would be able to say goodnight to their landlady.

Angie could not believe that her love life was disappearing into the palm of her landlady’s hand, all apparently for the sake of a good nights sleep. She had no desire to live a life of celibacy. Minnie had already informed them several nights earlier that when she felt they were ready for it she would allow them to have sex, but they must seek her permission before hand. Angie almost screamed in disbelief. ‘The cheek of the woman,’ she silently fumed. ‘She might have a hold over my husband, but she won’t control me!’

Two weeks after the nightly ritual had begun Angie saw her chance. For one of the few times Minnie had ventured out for the evening and had not returned by 10.00pm. Angie and Peter were in the lounge watching a movie. Angie went to the window and peered through the curtains. No sign of Minnie’s car in the driveway. Hastily she turned off the television, which caused her husband to protest that he was watching the movie. Angie ignored him, instead grabbing him by the arm and hauling him upstairs.

By the time they reached the bedroom Angie had reached under her dress and wrenched off her knickers. She felt so damn randy as it seemed like an age since she had had sex. She threw herself onto their bed and tried to haul her resisting husband down on top of her

“No honey, we can’t,” Peter protested, “Minnie told us we can’t have sex without her permission.”

“To hell with Minnie.” With that Angie sat up and pulled her dress over her head and quickly removed her bra so that she was totally naked. She well knew that her husband was always totally turned by the sight of her naked body. She had been a competitive swimmer until recently and had the characteristic broad shoulders, beautifully formed, petite 32 inch breasts, narrow waist and long muscular legs that seemed to go forever. Her blond hair was layered and shoulder length. Angie was rightly well proud of her body.

Predictably, Peter’s resistance quickly melted away.  He swiftly removed his jeans and boxers, and laughingly threw himself on the bed. He quickly entered his wife and could not believe how wet she was. He realised how tough the past two weeks of deprivation must have been on her. In no time they both erupted in a noisy chorus of groaning and moaning, both wishing the ecstasy of their orgasms could last forever.

Afterwards they climbed under the sheets and enjoyed the feeling of sleeping naked, without the hindrance of their flannelette pyjamas.

The next morning, which was a Sunday, Angie awoke late, and peered over at her still sleeping husband. She smiled to herself. She felt good, especially about the fact she had got one over her landlady. It felt like a great victory, akin to when she won a race at a big swim meet. She was tempted to awaken Peter and have sex with him again, but decided not to push her luck. Instead she showered and dressed, and went downstairs for some breakfast. When she came across Minnie in the kitchen she couldn’t help but give a self-satisfied smile.

“You look like the cat that just got the cream,” Minnie chirped.

‘If only she knew,’ Angie thought smugly to herself

Following a day spent at the beach and a cheap meal at a local restaurant the newly weds returned. Minnie was snuggled up in her favourite chair reading a Jefferson Parker novel. Peter and Angie showered, reluctantly put on their flannelette pyjamas, and ventured back downstairs to say goodnight to their landlady. Awkwardly Peter went and stood in front of his landlady. He was pretty sure that following last night’s sex that his penis would behave and remain flaccid.

He stood in front of his landlady, but she made no move to reach out and grip his penis. In fact she totally ignored him. Peter glanced over at Angie and frowned. Angie shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, but underneath her calm veneer she was becoming concerned. Something was up, and it made her nervous.

After what seemed like an eternity Minnie put her book down and looked up at Peter, before slowly shifting her gaze to Angie. Angie could feel herself beginning to sweat, and cursed herself for not being stronger.

“Come over here, Angie.” Minnie beckoned for her to stand in front of her beside Peter.

Angie briefly flirted with the thought of refusing, but instead found herself shuffling across the carpet to stand beside her husband. She was so close she could smell Minnie’s perfume, but didn’t have the courage to look her in the eye. Again she cursed her own weakness. It shouldn’t be like this. She was a proud, independent woman, well able to stand up for herself. She had been the main instigator in persuading Peter to elope and travel to New Zealand. She saw herself as strong and independent, not weak and subservient.

“Look at me, Angie,” Minnie’s voice was quiet but carried authority. Angie forced herself to look up at her landlady.

“You had sex last night.” It was not said as a question, but a statement of fact.

Peter opened his mouth to utter a denial, but Minnie raised her hand.

“I am talking to Angie. Please don’t lie to me, young lady.”

“What if we did,” Angie suddenly responded petulantly, “you might think you control our sex lives, but you don’t, you know.”

“Did I not say to you that you needed my permission before you could have sex?”

“I’m not asking you if I can…”

Minnie interrupted her mid sentence and patiently repeated her question.

Angie wanted to be strong but she could feel her resistance melting away like ice on a hot day. She had this horrible feeling of inevitability in her gut.

“Well, did I?” Minnie continued to push for an answer

“Yes,” Angie responded in almost a whisper.

“Go to my bedroom and get the wooden hairbrush off the top of my dresser.”

Angie’s eyes opened as wide as saucers and she stared at her landlady incredulously.

“Now, girl! If I have to go and get it myself you will certainly regret it.”

Angie whimpered and her bottom lip pouted. The walk to the bedroom felt like a trip to the gallows. The hairbrush sat on the dresser. It looked huge and foreboding. ‘Surely she is not going to do what I am fearing she might do,’ Angie’s mind raced. She had been smacked by her stepfather as a thirteen year old when she had sneaked out of her bedroom one night to go to a party she had been forbidden to attend, but she was only a girl then, not the full grown adult she is now. ‘Adult woman don’t get spanked,’ she rationalised to herself.

“Hurry up, young lady!”

Minnie’s voice made her jump. She had been staring at the hairbrush in a trance. With great reluctance she picked it up. It was heavy in her hand. Slowly she made her way back to the lounge. She tried to muster her courage; the inner strength she felt she possessed, but it had abandoned her. Resuming her place beside Peter, she held out the hairbrush which Minnie took from her and placed on her lap.

“Take down your pyjama bottoms.”

Angie’s heart began to beat even more frantically. She tried to muster her courage.

“No, I won’t. You can’t make me!” Even to herself her voice sounded like a petulant whine. She felt like the 13 year old all over again.

It all happened so quickly that Angie did not even have time to react. Minnie bounded to her feet, hairbrush firmly gripped in her left hand. With her free hand she took hold of Angie’s arm and swung her side on. Without any hesitation Minnie took to the young lady’s backside with the hairbrush. The smacking noise filled the room, followed quickly by Angie’s howls of shock and pain. She began prancing up and down and frantically tried to pull away but her landlady held her firmly in place with surprising strength. Peter had stepped back in surprise, his mouth wide open. He had never witnessed anything like this before.

After a flurry of spanks on her backside, Angie began sobbing real tears. She pleaded with Minnie to stop.

“Will you do what you are told?” Minnie demanded.

“Yes, yes!” Angie blurted out between sobs and screams.

“Say ‘Yes, Mummy’” Minnie continued to spank her.

“Yes, Mummy!” Angie didn’t care what she said if it would stop that wicked hairbrush reigning down on her poor bottom.

The spanking stopped, and Angie wiped the tears rolling down her cheek. She could not believe what had just happened to her. Minnie sat down and crossed her arms, a satisfied look on her face. She stared patiently at Angie.

Angie could not believe the act of undressing could be so gut wrenching and humiliating. She was use to being nude, and in fact sometimes liked to flirt her nude body in the women’s dressing room when she was at a big swim meet. Most of the girls would go into the shower cubical to take off their swimming suits after a race, but Angie would strip off at the far end of the dressing room and brazenly stroll down to the shower. She liked the feeling of some girls stealing an admiring glance at her body as she passed by.

But this situation was far different; being forced to take off her pyjama bottoms while standing directly in front of a relative stranger was so humiliating. It was then that Angie remembered that her landlady had professed to being gay and she had to force herself not to run away in shame.

With great reticence she untied the cord to her pyjamas, took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then let her trousers fall to the floor. She was thankful that her pyjama top was long and would cover her pubic triangle, but her landlady was not about to let her off so easily.

“Lift your pyjama top up to your waist and hold it there.”

“Noooo!” Angie pleaded

Minnie picked the hairbrush up from beside her chair and began to stand up. This quickly sprung Angie into action. She gathered her pyjama shirt and lifted it up slightly.

“Higher,” Minnie demanded.

Angie could feel herself blushing with shame. She lifted her shirt higher and knew that her pubic region was totally exposed to her landlady.

Minnie sucked air in between her teeth, obviously enjoying the sight that had been reluctantly revealed to her. “How delightful. Delicate milky skin topped off with a thick thatch of beautiful pubes. I would have taken you for being blond all over that sweet body of yours.”

It was true. Even though the hair on her head was naturally a light blonde, her pubic hair was pitch black. She thought it was pretty neat to be a bit different, but right at this moment all it did was add to her embarrassment.

“Get over my knee.”

“Please don’t punish me again,” Angie pleaded, “my bottom is so sore. Please!” Angie remembered how Minnie had asked her to call her Mummy when she pleaded for the spanking to stop. “Please…please Mummy, don’t spank me again. I realise I have done wrong.”

The use of ‘Mummy’ made Minnie smile, and obviously caused her to reconsider. “Alright my little darling, I won’t spank you again tonight”

“Oh, thank you, Mummy,” Angie decided to reinforce the good impression she had made by addressing Minnie in the same manner again. Even though it felt totally weird, she would say anything to avoid the hairbrush.

“Not tonight, But you are still owed a spanking and you will receive it tomorrow night. Now off to bed the both of you”

Angie’s heart sank, but she did not have the courage to protest unless her landlady changed her mind and decided on further punishment tonight.

When the newly weds got to bed they spoke very little. Both were too shell shocked to try and rationalise what had happened to them in recent weeks. They knew they could pack their bags and go to the backpackers until they found somewhere else to live, but for some bewildering reason neither of them raised the subject. Peter reached over and sympathetically rubbed her tender bottom as they drifted off to sleep. Any thoughts of further illicit sex were well and truly off the menu.

The following day, Monday, both Peter and Angie were working at the café. Angie was thankful of the distraction as it took her mind off the spanking Minnie had promised her. Her mind kept straying back to the events of the night before, trying to make sense of it, but it was too bewildering for her to comprehend so she forced herself to think of other matters. She found herself thinking of her own Mother, Stepfather and her younger sister. Her Dad, who was an alcoholic and violent when drunk, had thankful left when Angie was nine, and her Mum had remarried a couple of years later. Her Step Dad was strict, but very fair and loving. Angie knew that her family would be worried about her. She had never said goodbye, but had left a note to say her and Peter were eloping and going to New Zealand. For the first time she felt guilty, and just a little homesick.

The day dragged by for the newly weds, and in the evening that sat silently in their bedroom and read. Both avoided any conversation of what had happened the night before, or what was likely to unfold tonight.

Chapter 3

Angie reluctantly looked at the clock on the wall. It was passed 10.00pm and she knew she could not put off the inevitable any longer. Both had already showered and changed into their pyjamas. With a heavy sigh, Angie stood, took Peter by the hand, and led him down the stairs.

With great trepidation they snuck their heads around the doorway into the lounge. They half hoped their landlady may have gone to bed, but there was to be no such luck tonight. She was seated in her favourite chair, deeply absorbed in her book.

Without looking up Minnie spoke quietly, “Come in my darlings, take off your pyjama bottoms, and stand in front of me.”

“Both of us?” Peter enquired 

Minnie looked up from her book and smiled, “Yes my dear, both of you.”

Neither thought of refusing her request. For some totally weird reason it seemed as if they had no choice other than to submit. Quietly they both removed their pyjama trousers, and then stood awkwardly, covering their pubic regions with their hands. Peter took the lead and walked over to stand in the front of Minnie. Silently Angie followed.

For what seemed an eternity they were left standing in front of her, naked from the waist down. Finally Minnie exaggerated the act of closing her book and with a big sigh putting in on the table beside her.

“Right my dears, who is to be first?”

Peter’s jaw dropped. It had not occurred to him that he was also to be punished. He just assumed it was going to be Angie, and he was going to have to endure the agony of watching. He now realised he was going to experience the agony first hand.

“No volunteers. Right, Peter you are up first. Go and fetch my hairbrush.”

Peter did not have it in himself to protest. He also knew that he was equally to blame for them having had illicit sex. Meekly he shuffled to the bedroom and returned with the hairbrush. Now that he was holding it for himself, it looked to be even more of a fearsome object than the last time he had seen it.

With great difficulty he handed over the hairbrush. He had never been punished like this before, by being spanked. Up to now his experiences at the hands of his landlady had been pleasurable. More pleasurable than he could ever bring himself to admit to Angie. Even though he was as humiliated as hell by submitting to Minnie’s fondling of his penis, in some way it made his orgasms even more intense than ever. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend it.

Before he had a chance to even think about it, Minnie had hold of his arm and pull him over her thighs. He could not believe how vulnerable he felt. Just as quickly the smacks of the hairbrush starting reining down on his exposed rear. He yelped like a puppy, from the mixture of surprise and pain. He had never experienced anything like it before. He tried to be a man and hold back the tears, which he managed to do just, but could not suppress his loud sobs. In no time at all his backside felt like it was on fire, and he found himself pleading to his landlady for forgiveness.

Finally the spanking ceased and Peter tenderly pulled himself off his landlady’s lap. He tried to contain his sobbing, while at the same time rubbing his backside in a futile effort to dull the pain

Minnie looked over at a very apprehensive Angie, gave her an engaging smile, and then patted her lap in a clear sign that it was now Angie’s turn to take her punishment.

Angie felt small and vulnerable, like a young child. She did not want to be spanked, but despite her apprehension she was surprised that the thought of being smacked was not as abhorrent to her as she felt it should be. These conflicting emotions confused her, however she was given no time to dwell on it. Before she knew it she was lying across Angie’s lap, and after having her position briefly rearranged so her buttocks were nice and high in the air the smacks began to rain down. For what seemed like an eternity to Angie her rear was pummelled with a flurry of strong blows.

She quickly gave up any pretence of being a mature adult, and she let her tears flow freely as she howled in pain. Just when she felt it would never end, it did. Angie allowed herself to slide off her landlady’s lap and onto the carpet, while clutching her battered buttocks.

After being given a few minutes to compose themselves, Minnie made both of them stand in front of her. Secretly she could not help but admire the sight before her. Two gorgeous young adults, tear-stained faces, naked from the waste with glowing red buttocks.

“Have you two learnt your lesson.”

The newly weds both nodded without hesitation.

“I can’t hear you,” Minnie held her hand to her ear to emphasise the point.

“Yes,” they chorused

“Yes, what?” Minnie persisted.

After a brief hesitation Angie responded, “Yes, Mummy.”

“Peter?”

“Yes, Mummy.”

 

Minnie and the Newly Weds

By Alfamann

Chapter 4

Despite the incredible humiliation and very real pain from the spanking by their landlady, Minnie, neither of the newly weds gave consideration to packing up and walking out, which to many would have seemed a very obvious course of action. For reasons that neither of them could yet begin to fathom, they rationalised that they deserved to be punished for their behaviour. But underlining this simplistic rationalisation of their situation, both knew that there was something emotionally deeper that was keeping them from moving out of the apartment.

The evening after the spanking Peter and Angie changed into their baggy, stripped flannelette pyjamas and gingerly went downstairs to the lounge to say goodnight to Minnie. When they entered the room Minnie looked up from her book and beckoned them both over to stand in front of her.

“How are those cute little buttocks of my darling young ones?” Minnie seemed sincere in her concern. “Still tender?”

Angie and Peter both nodded.

“Better than last night”, Angie spoke shyly, “but still a little sore.”

“I think of have got something that will definitely help.” With that Minnie reached over and picked up a bottle of some type of creamy lotion.

“Turn around and drop your pyjama bottoms.”

Angie and Peter turned away from their landlady, untied the cords of their pyjamas and let them fall to the floor, exposing their pinkish buttocks.

“Now kneel down.” Both complied without question.

“Now put your heads on the ground and push those beautiful pink rear ends in the air.”

Peter complied without question, but Angie was reluctant to follow suit, only too aware of how exposed she would be. She knew that in that position, no matter how tightly she kept her legs together, that at the very least her vagina would be partially exposed to her lesbian landlady.

“Perhaps Angie would care for another spank?” There was no anger in Minnie’s voice but the implied threat was very clear.

With a deep sigh of defeat Angie placed her head in her hands on the floor, while at the same time doing everything she could to clench her buttocks and keep her legs firmly together. She was red faced with shame, which matched the colour of her cute rear end that had Minnie almost licking her lips at the perfect sight. She could not believe how the two of them were prepared to be so submissive in her presence.  It was as if all her erotic dreams had come true at once.

Minnie dipped her fingers into the cream and slowly massaged it into Peter’s buttocks, before repeating the process with Angie. Both of the recipients groaned with the relief they were receiving from the soothing cream being gently applied by their landlady.

Minnie continued to apply the cream for many minutes, alternating between each set of buttocks. She could sense that both of them were beginning to relax and be less conscious of their vulnerable and submissive posture. As she continued to apply the cream in a circular motion she worked closer towards their anus, and finally let her fingers stroke over the top of both of their puckered entrances.

Peter and Angie both instantly tensed, and tried to clench their buttocks. Angie began to sit up.

“Get your head down, and arch your back,” Minnie spoke with quiet authority. “Mummy demands your respect and obedience, and if you do you may be amazed at the pleasures you can feel.”

Reticently Angie resumed her position, and arched her back as commanded. She was puzzled by her landlady’s comments, which left her both frightened but excited. She was well outside her own comfort zone, but it was not a totally unpleasant experience.

Minnie turned her attention to Peter. “Open your legs.”

Gingerly Peter opened his legs as requested. Minnie continued to manipulate his anus, applying more pressure as she did so. Peter let out a low moan as he felt her finger begin to penetrate. At the same time he felt his landlady’s other hand reach between his legs and take a firm grip of his testicles and penis. As the finger penetrated further, Minnie began to stroke her other hand up and down while keeping a firm grip around the testicles and penis. Peter’s groans became loader and more urgent.

Curiosity was getting the better of Angie and she could not resist swivelling her head slightly so that she could observe what was happening. The sight seemed so surreal. From the glazed look she could see coming over Peter’s eyes she knew he was in pleasure land.

From the tone of Peter’s groaning it was clear he was getting very close to coming, but at that point Minnie let go of the captive penis and withdrew her finger. Peter again groaned, but this time it was definitely in frustration.

“Don’t either of you move a muscle.” With that Minnie left the room briefly to wash her hands before returning to the newly weds who had clearly not moved, which did not surprise her.

Taking another blob of cream she rubbed it over her hands and then turned her attention to Angie.

“Open your legs, darling.”

Angie grimaced in shame. “Please Mummy, don’t make me do that. I will be so embarrassed.”

Minnie could not help but smile to herself. “But why darling?”

Angie felt humiliated by both her potential exposure and the tone of the conversation.

“Because you will see my private parts,” she whispered.

“You mean I might see your vagina?”

“Yes”

“Your little Pussy?” Minnie purred like a cat.

“Yes”

“What about your little clit. Will I see that as well?”

Angie was dying with humiliation. “Yes, possible that as well. Please Mummy, I beg you.”

“Well, my darling little one, I have news for you. I have seen it all before. In fact I sort of consider myself a bit of an expert. Sort of like a lesbian amateur gynaecologist.” Minnie couldn’t help but chuckling to herself. Angie didn’t share her joke.

“However, never let it be said I am not fair,” Minnie continued, “You don’t have to open your legs….you can elect to take a spanking instead.”

“Noooo!” Angie groaned, “Please mummy.”

Minnie’s hand rested on Angie’s buttock. “Your choice darling.”

For not the first time over recent weeks Angie briefly reflected on how she had allowed herself to be drawn into such an utterly, totally, humiliating situation. All that Peter and she had to do was pack up and walk away. No one was making them stay. They weren’t victims. As difficult as it was for Angie to accept, they were willing participants. Why they were allowing themselves to be degraded in such a manner was something she could not begin to fathom.

Through all this turmoil in her mind, one thing was clear; her landlady’s hand was resting on her buttock and she needed to make an important decision. But she knew there was only one option she was always going to take. Despite the gut wrenching humiliation of exposing herself in such a manner, Angie moved her knees apart.

“Wider, darling,” urged Minnie, smiling to herself at her nubile tenant’s submission. She was afraid that if she pinched herself she would awaken from one of those erotic dreams you wish would never end.

Angie’s knees slide wider apart.

“Arch your back.”

Angie complied, knowing that by doing so she was exposing her most intimate parts even further to her lesbian landlady.

Minnie soaked up the gorgeous sight presented to her. She could not help but reflect that it was possibly the most perfect vagina she had ever set eyes on, Angie’s labia were full and swollen, with a surprising large clitoris pocking out proudly as if seeking attention. It was clear to Minnie that despite her tenant’s protestations she was clearly sexually stimulated, which was no surprise to her. She prided herself in her ability to recognise those people that were natural submissives.

Now that Angie was positioned to Minnie’s satisfaction she began to apply the cream to her buttocks. Angie was initially tense, but gradually Minnie could feel her relaxing. Slowly she worked her fingers toward her anus, and although Angie stiffened she did not attempt to pull away this time. Gently Minnie massaged her cute tight anus until she could feel the entrance begin to soften.

As she applied further pressure her finger easily began to slide in. At the same time Minnie reached between Angie’s legs and gently stroked her labia. Angie emitted a long sigh of deep pleasure. As Minnie’s finger sunk further into her tenant’s anal cavity the fingers of her other hand moved expertly to her clitoris. Angie pushed backwards towards the invading fingers as Minnie stroked her clitoris as if it was a small penis.

Angie was soon very wet and highly aroused. She began to breathe deeply and rotate her hips as she felt her orgasm building within her. She felt desperate given the lack of sex she had experienced in recent weeks and she could hear herself groaning very loudly.

But just as she was about to reach the point of no return the fingers withdrew, causing Angie to howl in frustration. She was vaguely aware of movement going on behind her but was too agitated to take it all in. Suddenly she felt the familiar feeling of her husband’s penis easily penetrating her vulva. Surprised, she swung her head around, and realised that Minnie had taken hold of Peter’s penis and manoeuvred him behind her. She had then guided his penis into Angie’s vagina so that Peter was fucking her doggie style. Minnie was crouched beside them so that she could fully view her two tenants having sex.

Angie’s conscience told her it was wrong to be having sex in front of her landlady, but this did not stop her pushing backwards to meet the urgent thrusting of her husband. In no time Angie was screaming her pleasure as they both experienced powerful orgasms that lasted a lot longer than they had ever experienced before.

Once the pleasure subsided they both collapsed on the carpet in exhaustion. They were vaguely aware of Minnie kissing both of them on the cheek before leaving the room.

“Goodnight, my darling children,” she whispered to them as she left the room.

Chapter 5

The following day nothing was mentioned of the previous evening’s antics. Angie and Peter were initially deeply embarrassed when they came down the stairs for breakfast, but Minnie was her usual cheerful self and acted as if nothing had happened. But to Peter and Angie something had happened. Something that was totally humiliating but also sexually powerful. As much as they tried to deny it, both knew it was the most erotic experience they had encountered in their lives to date. They also sensed they had reached a tipping point, and their lives were not going to be same from now on.

That evening, after a busy day’s work at the café, Peter and Angie watched television with Minnie. There was only sporadic conversation, yet the air was full of tension, mixed with anticipation. When ‘Dancing with the Stars’ finished on TV the newly weds politely excused themselves and went up to their room to shower. As they dressed in their flannelette pyjamas, both starred at each other with an awkward air of embarrassment. On a number of occasions they had attempted to discuss with each other what had happened, and how they felt. But embarrassment, combined with a lack of understanding of how to express their own feelings on their submissive behaviour, meant that the conversations had been brief and superficial.

As they exited their room to walk down the stairs to the lounge where they knew their landlady would be waiting, Peter took hold of Angie’s hand and they walked down together. It was a silent show of support that Angie appreciated. It was recognition that they were aligned in whatever fate awaited them.

As they entered the room Minnie turned off her TV and beckoned Peter and Angie to stand in front of her. Nervously they shuffled over, Angie almost tripping on her pyjama bottoms, causing them fall down her hips. She quickly gripped them just has her pubic hair peaked into view. Angie could not help but blush with embarrassment.

“From tonight my dears,” Minnie smiled, “The rules are going to change. Not a lot. Just a little.”

Both Peter and Angie sucked in air in anticipation.

Minnie continued. “From now on before you enter the lounge you will go into my bedroom and fetch my hairbrush. When you come into the lounge you will stand before me, remove your pyjama pants totally, and hand me my hairbrush.”

Angie’s bottom lip dropped, and Peter could not help but wince.

“It does not mean I am going to punish you every night. If you have been well behaved and do as I ask, you will not receive a spanking. However, if I decide you need to be punished, for whatever reason, then you will be soundly spanked. You must do as I ask without question or comment. If you don’t I will double your punishment. Are all my requirements crystal clear to you?”

“Yes,” they both chorused without hesitation

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mummy,” Angie whimpered.

Minnie stared at Peter.

“Yes, Mummy,” Peter stammered.

Minnie continued. “When you are in this lounge with me you must always address me as Mummy.”

Angie opened her mouth to enquire as to why they had to address her as ‘Mummy’. Their experiences with their landlady were humiliating enough without them being further demeaned by having to address her as if they were a couple of her young children, not the adults they really were.

“At all times!” Minnie’s stern response made it clear that any comment was not welcome, and likely to result in a sound spanking.

Angie closed her mouth and looked down at the floor as if she had found something fascinating in the pattern on the carpet.

“Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Mummy,” they chorused without hesitation.

“Right. Now, have you forgotten something?”

The newly weds looked at each other, bewildered, then turned to Minnie.

“Pardon….Mummy,” Peter stammered.

“The hairbrush, my little darlings.” Minnie rolled her eyes as if she was explaining something to young children. “Fetch it.”

The newly weds quickly scampered out of the lounge and into their landlady’s bedroom. The hairbrush was perched ominously on the dresser. Peter and Angie hesitated, neither keen to pick it up. Peter, trying to look braver than he actually felt, finally reached out and took the heavy wooden object in his hand. The hairbrush was no longer just a hairbrush, but an instrument capable of dishing out severe punishment. He looked at it briefly before quickly retreating from the bedroom, his wife silently following.

They shuffled back into the lounge and assumed their position in front of their landlady, Peter awkwardly holding the hairbrush in front of him. For a moment they stood silently while Minnie gazed at them from the comfort of her arm chair. Angie then realised what her landlady was waiting for. Quickly she elbowed Peter to get his attention, then untied the cord holding her pyjama bottoms up, letting them fall to the floor in a heap around her feet. She easily stepped out of them so that she was naked from the waist down, although her baggy pyjama top did at least afford her a modicum of modesty as it covered much of her pubic region.

Angie glanced over at Peter and found that he had also followed suit and removed his pyjama bottoms.

Minnie reached out and took the hairbrush form Peter.

“Lie down on your backs with your feet facing me.”

Both were surprised by this request, especially as they were expecting to have to adopt a position that exposed their buttocks. They quickly complied, lying down with their arms at their side.

“Now bend your legs and lift them above your head and hold them there, keeping your knees wide apart.” Minnie smiled, knowing the impact her request would have on her tenants’ modesty.

Angie’s eyes widened in horror. They were indeed going to have their buttocks exposed, and in the most degrading manner that she could ever imagine.

“Quickly my young ones,” Minnie urged, “or the punishment will be doubled.”

With great reticent both of them lifted their legs and pulled their knees to their heads. Angie was sure the shame was going to crush her, but with a deep breath she managed to find the courage to pull her knees apart. She had never felt so exposed.

Minnie stood up and looked down at her two totally exposed tenants. She could not believe the wonder of the sight before her. The power she had over the two of them was thoroughly intoxicating.

“Get those cute little butts of yours higher in the air,” she commanded, “And open those legs wider.”

She got the total compliance she wanted. The buttocks were raised higher and the legs pulled further apart to expose themselves even more obscenely.

“You are both going to be spanked ten times, and you will count each spank and say ‘thank you, Mummy.’ Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mummy,” echoed back.

“And if you move or fail to count, I will start from the beginning. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mummy.”

The first spank landed sharply on Angie’s raised buttocks, causing her gasped in pain.

“Owww! One, thank you, Mummy,” she managed to grunt.

The next blow connected with Peter, and the intensity of the pain surprised him. It took him a moment to catch his breath before uttering “One, thank you Mummy.”

Peter and Angie were both reduced to tears by the time they had received their full complement of ten spanks on their totally exposed buttocks. But despite the pain they both bravely held their positions, their legs pulled above their heads and knees spread wide apart.

Minnie placed the hairbrush on the table. “Don’t either of you move, or I will repeat your punishment.”

With that Minnie reached over between Peter’s legs and gripped his flaccid penis. It only took half a dozen long hard strokes of Minnie’s expert hand before Peter was fully erect. A dozen strokes later and he was grunting with ecstasy. When he came his sperm pulsed out from his penis in long hard spurts. Minnie used her hand to direct the flow of the sperm so that it landing humiliatingly on Peter’s own face. Peter was wide-eyed with shock but was far too gone to be able to do anything about it.

With his orgasm completed Minnie directed him to hold the position, his face awash with his own sperm.

Minnie then turned her attention to Angie. “Now, how is my little Angel? Keep those legs nice and wide for Mummy.”

Despite her discomfort from having held the position for so long, Angie managed to open her legs wider. She felt so degraded as her landlady knelt before her, obviously taking in the sight of her total exposure. But despite the humiliation, Angie also knew that she was wet with sexual excitement.

Angie’s arousal was quickly confirmed by Minnie as she ran her finger along her tenant’s slit, and then held it up so that Angie could clearly see just how wet she was.

“My little girl gets very wet when being spanked by Mummy, doesn’t she?” Minnie moved her finger closer to Angie’s face.

Angie’s response was to pout her bottom lip and screw up her face in embarrassment.

“Open up your mouth and suck on Mummy’s finger.”

Reluctantly Angie slowly opened her mouth to allow her landlady to insert her finger. Angie instantly tasted the saltiness of her own cum.

“Suck harder,” Minnie directed, inserting her finger even further into the mouth of her hapless tenant.

As Angie sucked noisily on the finger, Minnie reached down with her other hand and thrust several fingers deeply into Angie’s vulva. Angie’s eyes bulged wide with shock at the sudden invasion, but she continued to suck hard on the finger.

As Minnie stroked her fingers quickly in and out, she used her thumb to encircle Angie’s clit. Very quickly Angie was panting with excitement, struggling to take in breath because of her posture and the fact that she was sucking on the finger that was still inserted deep in her mouth. Angie’s orgasm hit her like a giant tidal wave cascading onto a beach. Unable to scream as she normally did when in the froes of orgasm; she emitted long hard grunts of total ecstasy, breathing noisily out of her nose. The waves of pleasure just kept blasting through her like nothing she had ever experienced. By the time her orgasms subsided Angie was near collapse.

Chapter 6

For Peter and Angie each evening was now full of anticipation. As the evening progressed they could feel themselves becoming excited by what was going to happen. The unpredictability of what they would encounter was an intoxicating mix of dread, humiliation and anticipation.

Each night after showering they would fetch the hairbrush then present themselves to their landlady; pyjama bottoms in a heap at their feet. They never knew quite what to expect. Sometimes they received the full treatment; a spanking followed by being brought to orgasm by the skilful hands of their landlady. The spankings could be delivered in a number of ways, either over the knee, doggie style, or diaper style on their backs with legs raised.

Once a week Minnie would allow the newly weds to have sex after being spanked. The sex always took place in the lounge in full view of Minnie, and it was always her that would dictate what position they would have sex in.

On other evenings there would be no spanking or sex. Minnie would simply reach under Peter’s pyjama top and grip his penis. If it did not response she would kiss them both on the cheek before sending them to bed. These occasions were always a bit of a let down for the newly weds, as they had built up their anticipation of what the evening may hold for them.

This afternoon when they arrived home from work at the Taupo café they could hear voices in the kitchen. After changing out of their work clothes they went back downstairs and into the kitchen where they found their landlady sharing a coffee and a laugh with a strikingly attractive young lady with dark olive skin. Minnie introduced the young lady as Alice, her 18 year old niece, who was going to be staying with them for 2 weeks. Angie and Peter shared a quick glance of concern between them. No one had ever been to stay before in all the time they had been living in Minnie’s apartment on the lake. After sharing polite conversation for a few minutes the newly weds excused themselves and returned to their room.

Once in their room Angie and Peter discussed the matter of having a visitor staying in the house and quickly came to the conclusion that their nightly ritual would simply be put on hold for the duration of the niece’s visit. In truth, they resented the intrusion, and hoped that the niece would at least occasionally go out partying or something in the evenings so that they could still fit in some of their ‘private’ time with Minnie.

That night the newly weds played cards with their landlady and her niece. They found that not only was Alice a very attractive young lady but also very pleasant, and being of a similar age to Peter and Angie, who are 20 and 19 respectively, they found they had a lot in common. Alice was fascinated by the story of how the newly weds secretly eloped to Las Vegas before flying to New Zealand.

Once the card games were finished, Peter and Angie stood, kissed their landlady on the cheek, and said goodnight to Alice.

Just as they were disappearing out the door, Minnie’s comment sent a chill down both of their spines. “I don’t believe that is the way we say goodnight in this house. When you have showered you come down and do it in the manner that Mummy expects.”

Peter and Angie were mortified, but then relaxed a little when they rationalised that Minnie would no doubt send her niece to bed before they had showered and returned to the lounge. With excited anticipation they quickly showered, put on their pyjamas, and ventured downstairs. It was Angie’s turn to collect the hairbrush and so she did a quick detour into Minnie’s bedroom to collect it, before rejoining her husband at the doorway to the lounge.

As the newly weds popped their heads around the corner they were mortified to find that Alice was still in the lounge talking to her Aunty Minnie. They quickly pulled their heads back, but Minnie had already spotted them.

“Come in my darlings,” Minnie invited them cheerfully.

With huge reticence Peter and Angie entered the room, feeling stupid dressed in only their flannelette pyjamas. It was okay when it was just Minnie, but downright embarrassing when there was a stranger present, especially someone of their own age. Awkwardly they stood in the centre of the lounge. Angie was suddenly aware she was holding the hairbrush in front of her and quickly put it behind her back. Alice was wide-eyed at the proceedings unfolding before her and was clearly intrigued.

“Have you two forgotten what is required of you, or perhaps you are just trying to make me angry so I will double your punishment, Is that what is going on here?”

“Nooo,” Angie pouted. Peter just stared at the floor.

“No, what?” Minnie reprimanded.

Angie fidgeted with her fingers behind her back and blushed with embarrassment. She could not believe her landlady was going to get her to say that word with her niece present.

“No……Mummy,” she managed to mumble.

“Well hurry along the two of you as you are certainly trying my patience. What must Alice think of your poor behaviour?”

Minnie’s reminder to them that Alice was present caused even Peter to blush. He dreaded how his penis might behave if he was forced to expose himself in front of the beautiful Alice.

Neither Peter nor Angie could make eye contact, and studied their feet as they slowly shuffled forward until they were standing in front of their landlady. Alice was seated beside her Aunt and had clearly been positioned there by Minnie to ensure she could get a good view of proceedings.

The newly weds stood silently and unmoving.

“Well?” Minnie’s voice broke the silence.

Angie looked up and realised that Minnie had her hand out waiting to be handed the hairbrush. Angie quickly brought the hairbrush from behind her back and handed it to her landlady.

“Ohhhh, that’s a big hairbrush,” Alice cooed provocatively.

The comment only served to increase the humiliation that Angie and Peter were both feeling. Minnie knew that having Alice present was going to be a big test for her tenants. Her plan was to up the stakes, so to speak, to find out what the limits were for their submissive behaviour.

Once Minnie had taken the hairbrush she placed it on the table beside her chair, and then returned her gaze to Peter and Angie. It was clear what she was waiting for.

Angie couldn’t believe what she was about to do. She knew no matter how she rationalised the situation, or no matter how humiliated she felt, the result was going to be the same. She was going to drop her pyjama bottoms and expose herself to her landlady and her 18 year old niece.

Since it was pointless torturing her emotions by delaying the inevitable, Angie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, untied her pyjama chord and let her pants fall to the floor. It was a gut wrenching experience for her, but so had been many of the things that had happened to her since her and Peter shifted in.

The tension in the air was like an electrical current running through everyone in the room. Angie final got the courage to open one eye and peek over at her husband. Much to her surprise Peter was still fiddling nervously with the chord of his pyjamas. When her eyes lowered to his groin the reason for his reluctance became clear; his penis was already fully erect and pushing against his pyjama bottoms like a serpent trying to break free. Finally with a big sigh of resignation Peter untied his pyjama chord and let them fall to the floor. For a brief, embarrassing moment his pyjamas hooked up on his erect penis and he had to flick them off.

With his pyjama pants on the floor his penis was in clear view of all to see, pointing ramrod straight towards Minnie and her niece.

“Oh my god! Oh…..my….god!” Alice stared disbelievingly at the sights that confronted her. Her Aunt Minnie had in fact told her about the newly weds submissive behaviour, but she had not believed they would actually go this far.

“I just don’t believe it,” Alice shook her head, “they actually willingly take off their clothes for you.”

“Aren’t you embarrassed doing this?” Alice directed her question to Angie.

“Yes,” pouted Angie.

“Are you exhibitionists?” Alice was clearly very fascinated.

“Nooo,” Angie pouted again.

“No?” Minnie interjected herself into the conversation, “I think you darlings are exhibitionists.”

“No, Mummy,” was Angie’s quick denial.

But Minnie was not about to let her Angie off the hook. “Then why is Peter standing before us with a huge erection? And I bet if I run my finger through that cute little slit of yours I am going to find you are all wet?”

Angie bit her lip. She was mortified. But she also knew that her landlady was right. Despite the total humiliation of the situation she now found herself, she knew she was sexually excited. What deviant genes does she possess that make her become so stimulated when she is treated in this manner.

“Well, my darling, is Mummy not correct?”

Angie could feel a tear rolling down her cheek. It was tough openly admitting how turned on she was, when she felt she should be anything but.

“Yes, Mummy. I think I am a little wet down there.” Angie couldn’t think of any other way to say it.

“Just a little wet?” Minnie queried

“I might be a bit more than just a little wet,” Angie confessed.

“Why don’t you move over and stand in front of Alice so that she can see first hand just how much my little darling enjoys exposing her most private parts.”

Angie groaned as her embarrassment was further intensified. She took the couple of sideway steps to stand directly in front of the landlady’s niece. Alice continued to be wide-eyed with excitement.

“Now lift up your pyjama top so that Alice can get a good view of that pretty thatch of black pubic hair you have,” Minnie directed.

Blushing profusely, Angie gripped her top and pulled it up to her waist, fully exposing her pubic region to the niece.

“Now open your legs, darling,” Minnie prompted.

Angie complied. Without hesitation Alice reached out and ran her finger over her vulva. Angie had to bite her lip to stop her from groaning at the pleasure of being touched in this manner. A wave of eroticism surged through her body.

“Oh my god, she is soooo wet!” Alice exclaimed, looking at the dampness on her finger.

“She also loves sucking her own juices off your fingers,” Minnie smiled, and turning to Angie, “Ask Alice nicely if you can suck your juices off her finger.”

“Please Alice, can I suck my juices off your finger,” Angie murmured.

“Too cool,” Alice responded excitedly, “but let gets my fingers really wet so you can have a good taste.”

With that Alice reached her hand out and suddenly thrust two fingers deep into Angie’s moist vagina. Angie felt as if her legs were going to collapse, so intense was the pleasure. Alice intensified the pleasure by thrusting her fingers in and out three or four times before withdrawing.

However rather than hold her fingers in the air, Alice placed her hand on her lap, with her damp fingers resting on her knee. Angie realised what was expected of her and lowered herself to her knees, put her head on Alice’s lap, and opened her mouth. Alice inserted her two fingers that were covered with the girl’s juices, and Angie began sucking noisily.

Angie was overcome by an unfathomable sense of contentment as her head lay in Alice’s lap, sucking at her own juices. As she glanced upwards she was briefly shocked to find that Alice had lent forward and taken her husband’s penis into her mouth and was now deep throating him, something that Angie herself had never done despite repeated hints from Peter in the past. Angie’s initial reaction was a mixture of anger and resentment, causing her to stop sucking on the fingers inserted in her mouth.

Alice looked down at Angie with smiling eyes, and begun thrusting her fingers further into Angie’s mouth in a clear indication that she was to continue sucking. Angie relaxed her head back on the lap and resumed her noisy sucking. For the next brief while the only noise in the room was the slurping from Angie’s finger sucking and Alice’s deep throating. Soon Peter was groaning in ecstasy as his sperm erupted into beautiful Alice’s mouth. Peter was incredibly impressed at the way she sucked him dry.

As soon as Alice withdrew the now limp penis from her mouth, Minnie grabbed Peter’s hand are jerked him over her knee, picked up the hairbrush, and in very quick succession delivered 20 hard spanks to his exposed buttocks. Peter yelped with pain.

Once she had finished delivering the spanks to Peter, Minnie kissed him on the cheek and told him it was time for him to go to bed.

“But Mummy, what about Angie?” Peter whimpered.

“She will be along shortly, now off to bed before I decide to well and truly blister that backside of yours.”

Peter hurriedly retreated, although he did give a quick look of concern towards his wife before he disappeared out the door. Angie suddenly felt very vulnerable. She had never been alone before with her landlady, and now found herself in the room with two women who clearly were out to dominate and humiliate her. Nervously she rested her head on Alice’s lap, continuing to suck her fingers as if she was a baby suckling her mother’s nipple. Alice gently stroked Angie’s hair with her other hand for several minutes, causing Angie to be enveloped in an erotic cocooned of warmth.

“Stand up, my little darling,” Minnie’s voice interrupted the serenity.

Angie pulled herself to her feet, suddenly feeling very vulnerable standing in front of her landlady and her niece.

“Why don’t you remove your top for Mummy and show both of us your lovely nude body?”

Incredibly in all the time Angie had been submitting to her landlady, never once had she been totally naked. Her pyjama top had always remained on, which had pleased Angie for she was conscious of the fact that she had very small breasts for a 19 year old. In comparison, Alice clearly had much fuller breasts, even if she was only 18.

“Can’t I please leave my top on, Mummy?” Angie pleaded.

“No, darling, it has to come off. We want to see you totally nude so we can admire your entire body.”

With fumbling fingers Angie began unbuttoning her pyjama top. When she was finished she held the top closed with her hands, and looked pleadingly at her landlady. When it was clear there was going to be no reprieve she took a deep breath, opened her top and let it fall from her shoulders to the floor.

Angie could not believe how much more she felt exposed by her total nakedness. Every part of her body, no matter how intimate, was now open to scrutiny by her landlady and her niece.

“Your boobies are small,” Alice chirped, “but I think they are delightful in a little girl sort of way.”

Angie smiled sheepishly, not sure if Alice’s comment was a compliment or not.

“Put your hands on your head and slowly turn around so that we can soak up the sight of your gorgeous little body,” Minnie prompted.

Angie slowly turned around several times, very conscious of both females eyeing her from head to foot. When she had her back to them Minnie commanded her to stop.

“Now open your legs wide and bend over at the waist.”

Angie obeyed, sliding her feet wide apart, and bending at the waist while keeping her hand on her head. She knew only too well how totally exposed she was.

“Hasn’t she got the most delightful cunt you have ever seen,” Minnie asked of her niece. “Look at the way her gorgeous big clit pokes out delightfully.”

“Mmmm, I’ll say,” Alice responded, licking her lips seductively, “Looks good enough to eat.”

Both ladies laughed heartily at the comment, but Angie just blushed profusely. She was made to hold her position for several minutes. When she was final told to stand and turn around, her mouth dropped wide open in utter surprise. Both her landlady and the niece were totally naked. Angie could not help admiring both of their bodies. Despite her age, Minnie’s body was curvy, with full firm breasts and a small triangle of perfectly trimmed pubic hair. Alice’s body was just riveting, and Angie thought it was almost the most perfect body she had seen.

Angie was shaken out of her trance by Minnie who had seated herself in her favourite armchair and was tapping her lap and beckoning Angie towards her. Awkwardly Angie advanced towards her naked landlady. Gently Minnie took her hand and seated her on her lap. Angie was immediately aware of the soft warmth of the naked body against her own. Minnie placed her arm around Angie and pulled her to her chest. Angie did not resist, closing her eyes and nuzzling into the warmth that enveloped her.

After several minutes Angie was aware of Minnie slowly turning her head, and then something soft pressing against her lips. Hazily she opened one eye to find that she was starring straight at Minnie’s breast, and her landlady had manoeuvred her nipple to her mouth.  Even though Angie knew it was wrong, she opened her lips and pulled the engorged nipple into her mouth. She then began to eagerly suck on it while Minnie gently rubbed the back of her neck. Angie felt as about content as she has ever felt and her whole body had a feeling of heightened sexuality about it. She knew that any sort of stimulation to her vagina would instantly result in an orgasm. Her wetness was being secreted onto Minnie’s lap in a clearly obvious display to her landlady of her high state of arousal.

For several long minutes Angie suckled contently to her landlady’s breast before she became aware of Minnie slowly pulling it out. Angie opened her eyes and found Minnie gazing seductively down at her.

“Would you like to be a good girl and suck Mummy’s pussy,” Minnie purred.

Even though Angie considered herself as having no lesbian tendencies, at that very moment she felt as if nothing was taboo. It felt natural for her to submit to her landlady’s request. Angie slowly nodded her head, and then felt Minnie opening her knees so that she could more easily lower herself to the floor. As she slid off her landlady’s lap she could not believe how damp Minnie’s thighs were from Angie’s own vaginal secretions.

Once kneeling on the carpet she found herself gazing at the widespread legs of her seated landlady. Angie felt awkward as she had never done anything like this before, and hoped she would not disappoint her landlady. Hesitantly she licked her way up Minnie’s thighs. As she got close to her pussy she could see just how aroused Minnie also was. Inwardly Angie felt pleased that Minnie was enjoying herself and getting so much pleasure.

Angie stretched her tongue out and got the first taste of Minnie’s juices as she caressed her swollen labia. The taste was pleasant, but quite distinctively different to her own secretions. This surprised Angie as she had naively assumed that all females tasted the same.

Minnie emitted a low groan of contentment as the invading tongue licked her slit with increasing vigour.

To Angie’s surprise she felt a pair of hands gripping her hips and lifting them upwards. She realised that Alice was now positioned behind her. Angie positioned herself on her knees and eagerly arched her back so that her buttocks were positioned seductively in the air. When she felt a hand tapping the inside of her knees she slid her legs open as wide as she could. All the while she kept licking at her landlady’s vagina.

Suddenly Angie felt an explosion of pain on her left buttock causing her to jerk forward, which had the effect of pressing her tongue deeply into her landlady’s pussy. Angie’s yelp of pain was matched by Minnie’s groan of pleasure.

Alice’s second smack with the hairbrush landed soundly on Angie’s right buttock, causing Angie to quiver with pain. Alice was showing no mercy on her poor backside, and she was finding it difficult to breath with her face buried in Minnie’s pussy.

Alice continued to alternate her smacks between each buttock. Angie’s tears were rolling down her face, but she was determined to service her landlady and forced herself to keep licking.

As the 20th blow rained down on Angie, Minnie exploded in pleasure. Angie could feel her landlady’s vaginal muscles contracting as the orgasm ripped through her.

Angie sat back on her haunches, exhausted, and her buttock aflame. But her work was not done. Alice seated herself in the chair beside Minnie, opened her legs wide and winked seductively at Angie. Despite her weariness Angie eagerly crawled over to Alice and knelt before her like an obedient puppy. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine that she would willingly have oral sex with an 18 year old woman. In fact she had never dreamed of having oral sex with any woman, regardless of her age.

From her kneeling position she was looking straight into the wide open vaginal lips of the beautiful, exotic 18 year old niece who was obviously very aroused. Moisture was dripping from her swollen vulva. It was an intoxicating sight and she willingly lent forward to taste the nectar in the honey pot. She tasted as wonderful as Angie knew she would.

Angie was awakened from her rapture when the hairbrush smacked noisily on her already tender and inflamed buttocks. The smacks from her landlady were not quite as hard as her nieces, but they were coming in more rapid succession. As Angie continued to eagerly give oral sex to Alice, she was surprised that along with the pain in her buttocks there was also a radiance of pleasure building deep in her belly. She could not believe that she was building to an orgasm of her own, even though her vagina had received no tactile stimulation. Surprising even her self, Angie arched her back and pushed her buttocks up higher towards the source of her smacking.

The quick-fire smacking continued until Alice started gasping with pure pleasure as her orgasm engulfed her. The sensation of Alice’s orgasm was the catalyst to send Angie into the throes of her own intense climax, despite the fact that her bottom continued to receive its punishment. The screams of both young ladies echoed throughout the room.

After the waves of pleasure stopped cascading through her young body, Angie collapsed on the floor in utter exhaustion, thankful that the spanking had also finally ended. After several minutes she pulled herself to her feet, and found that both Minnie and Alice had collected up their clothing and before leaving the room they both imparted a kiss on her cheek. Angie managed to pull on her pyjamas and took the flight of stairs back up to her bedroom where she found Peter waiting expectantly on their bed.

“What happened?” Peter enquired, concerned for his wife, “Are you okay? What did they do to you?”

“Oh, nothing,” Angie gave a weary smile, “Just girl talk.”

Peter frowned, disbelievingly. But it was wasted on Angie; she had already collapsed on the bed with exhaustion.

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.”

Minnie and the Newly Weds

By Alfamann

Chapter Ten

Angie’s mind was awash with confusion. All these conflicting emotions were dancing around inside her. At one extreme she felt ashamed and humiliated that she was allowing herself to be demeaned in such a manner, but offsetting this was the warmth and contentment that flooded her whole body. Yes, she was allowing herself to be degraded by parading herself in front of a room full of people dressed only in a diaper, a tee shirt and a bib. She was, after all, an adult and a married woman, not a baby. And now, to add further insult to her predicament, her landlady has whispered in her ear that it would make her happy if she wet her diaper.

Angie knew Minnie’s request probably had nothing to do with a desire to see a wet diaper, but was purely a way of demonstrating the total dominance she was able to exercise over her. It would be an act of pure submission from Angie. It would be a clear indication Minnie had control over her and Angie would submit to almost anything.

Still kneeling on the floor and with her head on her landlady’s lap, Angie closed her eyes to try and block out the contrasting emotions swirling around in her head. She just wanted to focus on the warmth and contentment she felt at that moment. She liked being with Minnie, and she liked being under her control. That much she clearly knew.

Almost unconsciously she found herself relaxing her urethra and felt the wet warmth of the first few drops of urine escape from her bladder and dampen the diaper. However it felt so unnatural to be urinating anywhere other than the total privacy of a toilet that her muscles clamped up and the flow stopped after the first small squirt.

As if sensing Angie’s inner turmoil, Minnie stroked her fingers through her tenant’s hair and down the back of her neck. Angie felt herself drifting back into her relaxed state, and as she did her urine began to trickle out again. Before she knew it the trickle turned to a flow. She really didn’t intend to fully wet her diaper. She only intended to make a small wet spot to make her landlady pleased, but her bladder was so full that once the urine began to flow out of her she just couldn’t seem to stop it. As she glanced down she was mortified to see a big yellowish wet spot clearly visible on the diaper, and as she watched the wet spot continued to expand.

Angie couldn’t help but groan in dismay at her predicament. She glanced around at the door to see if it was going to be possible to surreptitiously sneak out before her embarrassing situation could be spotted. At that moment she felt she would die with shame if anyone were to notice what she had done. She was a grown woman, yet she had just wet her diaper in a room full partying people.

Minnie couldn’t help but notice her young tenant’s distress, and as she glanced down she smiled in surprise and disbelief. She could not believe the submissive young American would actually go so far as to urinate in her diaper. She felt Angie trying to get to her feet but kept her hand firmly on her shoulder so she could not get up. Angie apprehensively glanced up at her landlady.

“Please Mummy, I desperately need to go to the bathroom,” she pleaded.

Minnie smiled. “I think it might be a little late for that, my darling.”

“But I have to get changed,” she continued to plead.

“But I think you look just lovely. Let’s see if the others agree.”

Before Minnie’s comments even had time to register, Angie found herself being dragged to her feet and being led by the hand to the centre of the room where most of the guests were standing, drinks in hand and engaged in chatter. As Minnie and a very reluctant Angie joined them the conversations continued. Angie desperately tried to put her free hand in front of her damp diaper, but Minnie noisily smacked her hand and berated her for her naughty behaviour. The commotion attracted the curious attention of a number of the party goers.

“Oh, my heavens!” It was Jane who first noticed the wet diaper. “Has my little angel peed in her diaper?”

Angie blushed brighter than she ever had before. She felt so ashamed, and could only glance down at the carpet. She was suddenly aware of a room full of eyes focused on her, and she just knew what they would be staring at.

“Well, Miss Tiny Tits?” Jane continued to seek an answer to the obvious. “Have you peed your diaper?”

“Yes, Aunty Jane,” Angie mumbled, mortified at having to admit to it in front of a room full of people.

“I think you need to walk around the room and show everyone your big wet spot, honey,” Minnie commented as she let go of her hand and gave her a gentle nudge forward. “And be sure to hold your tee shirt up so everyone can get a good view.”

Angie glanced tearfully back at Minnie. “Please Mummy, I don’t want to.”

“You are right. Why should you have to hold up your tee shirt. Just take your bib and tee shirt totally off. That way everyone can have good look at your delectable boobies while you show them your wet diaper.”

Angie was even more horrified. “No, Mummy, that’s not what I meant,” Angie pleaded, “I don’t want to…..”

Minnie curtly interrupted. “Do you want to make Mummy angry?”

“No,” Angie pouted.

“Then you had better remove that bib and tee shirt quickly and do as I asked.”

Still blushing bright red she quickly removed her bib and tee shirt so she was only left with her soaken diaper. To add to her embarrassment the nipples on her small breasts were erect and hard as pencils. She couldn’t believe that, despite being totally humiliated, she was still aroused. And everybody could see this was the fact.

Once she had discarded her tee shirt she slowly made her way around the group. The smell of her urine was clearly evident in the room. She was mortified that a number of the guests actually wanted to touch her wet diaper, and Minnie made sure she opened her legs so they could get a good feel of her sodden crotch.

Angie was left entertaining her guests for half an hour before Minnie took her hand and guided her to a clear space that the guests had made in the centre of the room.

“Lie down on your back, honey,” Minnie requested.

Angie was apprehensive as to what might happen next, but did as she was requested. As she lay down she noticed her landlady hand a clean diaper to the Pacific Island woman who had been nursing the baby earlier. The attractive young Pacific Islander knelt down beside Angie and began laying out the diaper. She also had a container of wipes with her and talcum powder.

“Hi,” she smiled, “I am Tania and I am going to change baby’s very wet nappy.”

Angie’s total humiliation continued. Tania was very similar in age to Angie’s nineteen years, and she was about to change her diaper. All the guests were now gathered around in a circle, totally fascinated by the events that were unfolding in front of their eyes.

Tania reached over and undid the Velcro strips that held the wet diaper in place. Without being asked, Angie raised her hips off the carpet so the diaper could be slid out from underneath her. Tania then removed a wet wipe from the container.

“Now open your legs wide so I can give baby a good wipe down. We don’t want you to get a nasty rash or anything, do we?”

“No, Mummy.” Angie grimaced as she realised how instinctively she referred to Tania as ‘Mummy’.

“My, oh my, our baby has a very cute little bush of pubic hair. I am surprised your Mummy hasn’t shaven it off yet.” Tania playfully rubbed her hand over the hapless American’s pubes.

“I know I should,” Minnie responded. “And I probably will soon. But I also like to remind her that she is a woman allowing herself to be treated as a child. I think it is sweet and adds to her humiliation.”

Tania nodded in agreement as she raised Angie’s legs, one at a time, and vigorously began wiping her inner thighs before moving to her labia. Angie closed her eyes as she knew for sure her arousal would be clearly evident to Tania, and probably everyone else in the room.

Tania wiped extensively around Angie’s vagina, and then made it even worse by lifting Angie’s legs higher up her chest and proceeding to wipe around her anus. When she was satisfied it was clean she took a fresh wipe and moved back to Angie’s vagina, this time opening her labia and wiping her inner flesh. Angie could not help but groan from a mixture of humiliation and intense arousal, which provoked sniggers and smiles from the onlooking partygoers.

As Tania continued to caress her vagina Angie began to rotate her hips, fighting a losing battle to keep a lid on her building orgasm.

“You are not going to cum in front of all my party guests, are you?” Minnie stated in mock indignation.

“No, Mummy,” Angie panted unconvincingly.

“Cause if you do you know that Mummy will spank you in front of all my guests?”

“Yes, Mummy,” Angie mumbled, desperate for Tania to stop rubbing her so vigorously.

Angie breathed a huge sigh of relief when Tania finally let go of her labia, and for a brief moment felt she was safe from further intense shame. But then to her horror Tania took a fresh wipe and began encircling her clit, before squeezing the extended hood in the wipe and stretching it. At that point Angie just lost all ability to control her emotions any longer. With a loud scream she erupted in one of the most intense orgasms to have ever ripped through her young, delicate body. The spasms of pleasure continued for so long she felt sure she was going to pass out.

When Angie did eventually open her eyes again she briefly hoped it had all been a dream and she would wake up in her own bed with husband, Peter, tucked in beside her. But as her eyes refocused she saw the smiling faces of all partygoers peering down at her, the looks on their faces varying from slight amusement to utter disbelief. Her landlady, Minnie, stepped forward and assisted Angie to her feet.

“I thought I asked you not to cum in front of my guests?” Minnie reprimanded her.

Angie blushed and hung her head. “I am so sorry, Mummy. I tried not to but being touched like that on my pussy was too much. I know I have been naughty.”

“And what happens to naughty girls?”

“They get their bottom spanked,” Angie shamefully responded.

“Indeed they do. I think you had better fetch the hairbrush and give it to Alice.”

Angie cringed at the thought of having to give the hairbrush to her landlady’s eighteen year old niece. It was going to be humiliating enough being spanked, but the thought of being punished by a girl even younger than herself just added to the embarrassment, which she assumed was why Minnie was handing the task over to her young niece. However she knew better than to protest so meekly went and fetched the hairbrush from the side table where it had been left following her husband’s spanking earlier. With her head down she shuffled over to Alice and held out the hairbrush for her to take.

“Will you punish me please, Mummy Alice? I have been a very naughty girl and deserve to have my bottom thoroughly spanked.”

“Indeed you do,” Alice smirked. “I want you to stand in the middle of the room, bend over at the waist and hold your ankles. And of course I want those legs of yours as wide as possible.”

Angie was not surprised she was being asked to display herself in such a lurid manner, but it still took all her courage and she had to fight back the tears as she walked to the centre of the room, slid her legs wide open and bent over at the waist. Alice left her positioned like that for a full fifteen minutes while she fetched herself another glass of Chardonnay and chatted with the party goers.

Finally she walked back over to the hapless Angie and placed her hand on the American’s bare buttock, caressing it and in the process brushing her fingers over her anus and vagina.

“Such a delightful little butt and twat,” Alice sneered. “So utterly fuckable. I think we should invite the men over to fill those inviting holes with some big hard cock. What do you think?”

Alice gestured to the guests and there was widespread agreement.”

“Even Michael fancies you,” she continued, “And he’s gay.”

“You bet your ass I do,” he responded to widespread laughter.

“Nooooo!” Angie pleaded. She had been bent over for so long she was feeling lightheaded but she dared not straighten up in case it made her predicament worse.

“But your pussy lips are so swollen and wide open that I think a big old penis could slide in their and do its thing without you hardly noticing.” Alice continued to wind up poor Angie.

“Nooooo!” was Angie’s moaned response again.

“I really am not sure if we should spank you or let the men fuck you?”

“Please Mummy, just spank me. Spank me as hard as you want. I promise to be a good girl.” Angie sobbed.

Alice took time to consider before responding. “All right. As a favour to you it will just be a spanking. Are your legs spread as wide as you can get them?”

“Thank you Mummy,” Angie responded gratefully, and forced her legs even wider.

Alice showed her no mercy, with a prolonged and severe spanking that had the American crying and groaning loudly each time the hairbrush impacted on her buttocks. When it was finally over Angie was made to stand up, keep her legs open, and put her hands on her head. She asked if she could wipe away the tears and snot that were running down her face but was told she could not. The guests were all then invited at their leisure to wander over and touch the flaming red buttocks of the American tenant. Unfortunately for poor Angie many of the party goers wanted to touch more of her than just her buttocks. She groaned as she felt yet another orgasm welling up inside her.

Two further orgasms ripped through her body before all the guests had finally finished their intimate caressing of her body. Angie was then directed to lie down again, and Tania took the fresh diaper and placed it under her. Talc powder was then liberally poured over her before the diaper was pulled into position and secured. After kissing Minnie, Alice, Tania, Jane and Bev goodnight a sore, but very contented, Angie skipped off to bed to join her beloved Peter.

THE END