Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 22:48:29 -0500
From: Jim McHargue <jim@mchargue.net>
Subject: The Revelation of Roseshannon Chapter Four

This story contains graphic d/s scenes between women.  Do
not read if you are under legal age, or if such exposure
violates the community standards where you live, of if you
feel such material might offend your sensibilities.

The Revelation of Roseshannon
By Leldon McLane

Chapter Four Denigrating Desire

"What are we going to do for another cleaning girl now?"
Zeta, the daughter, pouted to Helga, the housekeeper.
"Denise is the only maid left and she is so busy she doesn't
have time to play."

"No need to worry. I have a friend at an agency who can send
over some applicants who are used to rough treatment and
actually expect it. Now that your mother is no longer
interfering, I can avail myself of the service." Helga was
in her room; Zeta was standing at the door. Just to tease
the young girl, Helga decided to change blouses. As she
exposed her giant, naked tits, Zeta's eyes lit up but the
girl would not enter the room. She was well aware of the
magnetic power of the housekeeper, a mind-bending sensuality
that had become very pervasive as Helga's role in the house
had expanded. The girl was fearful of that power, she did
not want to become a craven sex toy like her pitiful mother.

"Where is Mother, by the way?" She turned as though looking
down the hall for her but really, to tear her eyes away from
those fascinating mounds that quivered and swayed as Helga
struck various poses to display them to utmost advantage."

"She went to the city looking for some help." Helga had very
definite designs on the girl, wanting to explore any
similarities she might have in common with her submissive
mother. Yet she knew that someday soon the girl would be in
charge of things around the mansion and she was content to
move slowly for the time being.

"That's unusual for her, to be doing something not
completely sexual."

"These are desperate times," Helga replied as she finally
buttoned her fresh blouse. "I'm going to see if my friend
can send over some girls to interview and maybe we can spank
a few of them."

"I can't imagine anyone accepting a job under those
conditions."

"But you are just a little girl and you know very little
about the workings of the world. There are many women whose
choices are severely limited."

"Like illegal aliens?" Zeta suggested.

"Yes, and women who have served time in our teeming
institutions of correction."

"You mean convicts?  I don't think I want to hire any
murderers."

"No, non-violent criminals or one time offenders who are
caught up in the system that rewards district attorneys for
successful prosecutions with no regard for justice. We don't
intend to interview people with rap sheets long as my arm."
Helga assured her.

After many interviews that morning, Helga and Zeta had
almost given up. None of the applicants were attractive
enough to even try to get their skirts up except for the
little Mexican but neither of them wanted to deal with the
language barrier. Helga shouted at her once, as though the
language problem could be surmounted by sheer volume. She
told her to show her panties but the girl just smiled
docilely and continued rattling her gibberish. She did not
object when Helga lifted her skirts but reacted with no
interest, as though Helga was only inspecting her underwear.

Towards noon a woman walked in of such natural beauty that
both Helga and Zeta forgot all about lunch. The applicant
was a mature, extremely sensual woman. Even though the
applicants for such a position were usually much younger,
the only concern for Helga was the woman's two young
daughters, Amy, aged ten and a baby of eight months. Zeta
felt fortunate she wanted the job. Helga quickly decided she
could tolerate the children for a while and then maybe get
them sent off to a boarding school or something. Their
interest was piqued when they learned that the baby was
being breastfed. The woman was named Maureen and was so
devastatingly attractive that neither Helga nor Zeta could
contain their excitement, usually a bad characteristic in an
interviewer.

Maureen was absolutely desperate. Her welfare options had
expired and she had just about exhausted her welcome with
her stern aunt with whom she was living and she knew she had
to find someplace for herself and her daughters. The jobs
she could get would barely pay enough to keep them clothed
and fed, not enough for a place of their own. The aunt was
so stern and severe. She took full advantage of the
situation and used any excuse to give Maureen a spanking,
even though her niece was a full grown woman with children
of her own. She also insisted that the spankings be on the
bare without the protection of panties and Maureen knew that
the old bitch secretly enjoyed having her over her lap with
her beautiful ass exposed and vulnerable.

Maureen had served five years in prison for killing her
abusive husband who threatened the life of their daughter if
she ever left him. Maybe if she had shot him while he was
beating her, she would have escaped incarceration but she
had, with premeditation and forethought, created a trap of
steel cables in the garage that had hoisted him to the
rafters by his heels. Then she wrapped a noose around his
neck running through a pulley at another rafter. She wrapped
his arms with rope until she had his arms secured to his
body and released the cables that held his feet. The jury
could not go along with the public defenders claim of
accidental death.

After her release, she had become pregnant again through the
efforts of her parole officer who worked well on her behalf
as long as his carnal cravings were satisfied. Her aunt was
secretly elated to have a real reason to punish her and
worked herself into a frenzy of fury several times. Each
resulted in a severe beating. She refused to condone an
abortion and went into a rage each time Maureen suggested
it. The baby was born in the county hospital for the
destitute. The parole officer had been of some help, though,
he had sent her to the agency that specialized in the hard
to employ. The woman in charge of the agency had become so
enamored with Maureen that she made her raise her skirt,
take off her panties and endure the consultation with her
thighs widespread. The woman leered at her nakedness and
masturbated Maureen throughout the interview.
The travail would be worthwhile if she could secure this job
at this beautiful house in the country. Ideal for her
daughters and the perfect place to make a new start if she
could only convince the housekeeper and impress the young
girl whose opinion certainly seemed to count. Their furtive
glances and lustful looks along with the type of questions
posed during the interview gave her a pretty clear picture
of the kind of treatment she could expect and the sort of
people she would be working for. However, she had survived
prison by becoming the pussyslut for a succession of strong
women and she knew how to comport herself around predatory
females.

Not that she ever got fully accustomed to exploiting her
natural physical endowments but it was a necessary
concession to survive a tough life. A single bad decision,
marrying a savage brute and she seemed to be paying for it
her whole life. Choking back her natural reticence, she slid
back from the table so her hips and thighs would be more
easily seen. She became quite careless with her skirt,
crossing and re-crossing her legs until it flounced
shamelessly high on her gorgeous thighs. She spread her
thighs until her panties were blatantly revealed. Inciting a
little lust had worked well for her in prison and would
improve her chances with these two females. She also managed
to slip open a couple of buttons of her blouse and made sure
to move her shoulders around a lot to expose the lush
globes. She rambled about admiring people who took the time
to train their domestic help properly and that punishment
was indeed essential to learning. Reciting such gibberish
was part of the process of interviews. She leaned forward a
lot and watched their eyes become fixated on the upper
slopes of her breasts. The facts of her prison record had
been verified by and noted in the application provided by
the agency so there was no need to discuss that during the
interview.

"That's all well and good, Maureen, but many people are not
physically equipped to accept very much physical
punishment."  The housekeeper, Helga, interjected.

Reading between the lines, Maureen was aware that the
housekeeper was asking to see the plumpness of her behind.
"Well, I may be perhaps too well endowed in that respect."
Maureen announced in her desperation as she resolutely
stood. She turned to face away from them and raised her
skirt to her waist and held it with her elbows. Choking back
her humiliation, she leaned forward and submissively
revealed her shapely posterior. The sheer, wispy panties did
nothing to hide the rounded cheeks and the darker shadows of
the valley between. She steeled herself and without
prompting, did a slow pirouette to give their lecherous eyes
a magnificent view of her alluring mound. She knew her
panties had worked up into her cleft, exposing the lips of
her puffy pussy. She observed with disgust their riveted
eyes.

"Possibly you could accept a spanking from me but how about
Zeta here? Could you submit to such a young girl, barely
older than your daughter? You would be subject to her
discipline as well since her mother has rescinded most of
her household functions." Helga asked as she came around the
interview table. Transfixed, she cupped her hands under each
luscious cheek of Maureen's ass. Zeta was excited at the
prospect of spanking those seductive, thrusting hemispheres
and impressed that Helga was demonstrating a sexual arousal
so intense that she was moved to touch another woman.

Maureen clenched her cheeks to give the housekeeper a little
firmer feel as Helga fondled her nearly naked ass. The idea
of being spanked by the girl struck Maureen as ludicrous but
she endured her silent outrage at this wanton proposal.
Maureen deeply dreaded the prospect of being at the girl's
mercy, such power would surely corrupt any aspect of decency
in one so young. However, she needed this job and this house
so desperately for her daughters that she meekly walked
around the table, slowly so as not to interfere with the
housekeeper's fondling. In eager anticipation, Zeta pulled
up her own skirt to indicate she wanted Maureen to lay her
lush loins over her thin thighs. Helga grasped the waistband
and lowered Maureen's panties to her knees as she settled
herself across the girl's lap.

Maureen's rounded ass had become relatively inured while in
prison so she could easily withstand the childish blows by
the young teenager even though administered with unconcealed
enthusiasm. Helga moved over and said, "Now get over my lap
and put your face in Zeta's baby pussy." She commanded while
adding a few  brutal whacks to create a perfect test for
tolerance of both pain and depravity. Maureen gritted her
teeth and endured the degradation. She even turned her face
and forced her tongue to delve into the cleft of the little
girl's pussy through her panties to distract herself from
the scathing pain of Helga's hand.

When she was satisfied that the woman had all the necessary
qualifications, Helga stopped and instructed Maureen. "Now
stand up and open your blouse, I think Zeta would love to
find out about the taste of mother's milk."

"But it's for the baby, I'm not making a lot of excess."

"Give her a few sucks, she just wants to taste it."

Maureen opened her blouse to her waist and uncovered her
heavy, bra encased breasts. She pulled the nursing flap from
her left tit and stood resolutely before the young girl who
wrapped both hands around it and began to suck voraciously,
"Oh, it's the best stuff I ever tasted," Zeta announced,
"you should try it, Helga.  This is getting me so-oo-oo hot!
I need someone to suck my pussy some more!"

Helga arose and approached the new employee and yanked down
the other nursing flap. Before she bent to engulf the
exposed nipple, she replied to Zeta, "Well, don't look at
me. I don't suck pussy and Maureen here is already engaged
so you may have to wait until your mother gets home to get
your little cunt taken care of." Despite her rather sordid
life, Maureen was visibly shocked at such intimate secrets
so blatantly revealed.

"Damn, you sure have learned a lot about being discreet,
Housekeeper."

"The cat's so far out of the bag now, we don't need to worry
about a few kittens. I just hope your mother managed to find
a good P.I. and not gotten herself sidetracked by all the
lovely whores who hang around downtown."

"God, can you imagine how long she would last if a pretty
whore got after her?"

"She'd probably end up being sold into white slavery. But if
she doesn't find a detective, she'll just have to try again
tomorrow. There's no reason to think your father will be
home any time soon, he's only been gone a week."

"Well, Maureen, can you give me another little cuntsucking
after we get through with your titties?" Hoping to have
something left for her baby, Maureen squirmed away from the
voracious mouths, ostensibly to perform the requested
service for the young girl. She did not mind sucking off the
girl, her pussy was so young and fresh and sweet. Compared
to the mean, tough cellblock bosses she had been compelled
to service in prison, this was like a holiday and the
spankings could not be much worse that the ones she received
regularly now at the hands of her aunt. She was, however,
really wondering what she had gotten herself into by the
time she was told to bring her belongings the next morning
and report to work.

That afternoon, Helga read an email message intended for
Roseshannon from Robert with news that he would be returning
on Saturday. "Looks like the shit is about to hit the fan."
She muttered to herself, "I sure hope Roseshannon has
managed to accomplish something."

Zeta resumed her studies with Ms Preston which was something
of a struggle as she tried to read her books while the tutor
was intent on getting her skirts up to kiss her thighs. "If
you let me get a little studying done, you can stay for
supper. We'll come back to my room and I'll let you suck my
pussy until your tongue falls off."

"I'm not interfering with you, I'm just licking your legs a
little bit while you study."

"It's distracting. All right, if you sit on the other side
of the room for a while, after supper, you can lick my ass
all you want."

Ms Preston hurriedly rose and moved across the room, now
intent on taking advantage of the girl's offer.

Late that evening, Roseshannon drove up with a beautiful
companion she introduced as Lana Spillane, Private
Investigator. Both Helga and Zeta were stunned by her
ravishing beauty. Even Denise and the cook came in to see
the rare visitor. When Roseshannon told her about meeting
with Shirley and inviting her to come over also, Helga
lapsed unthinkingly into her professional capacity and
issued rapid fire instructions to Denise and Florence to
ready the house for a party. She herself went into town to
buy a few necessities, especially wine and liquor.

"Why don't you call that cosmetic saleslady?" She suggested
as she left.

"Ms Preston is up in my room standing in the corner. Can she
stay for the party, Mother? She is not on the top shelf in
looks but she lets me do anything I want to her. I want to
see how I can treat her in front of a crowd."

"Certainly, Sweetheart, better her than me for you to
indulge your nasty little appetites. Maybe you won't need to
humiliate me so much with her around."

"I don't know what you think is so nasty. Pull your dress up
and bend over." Zeta commanded. Roseshannon cringed in her
carnal captivity but readily complied. "This doesn't seem so
nasty, does it?" The brutal little girl asked as she
walloped her mother's naked buttocks repeatedly. Then she
made her squat down a bit with her thighs spread and spanked
her pussy unmercifully. Roseshannon gasped in pain as her
desires erupted in intensity as she groveled in the
humiliation meted out by her own daughter.

Sharon Stein lived only a few blocks away and she arrived
quickly. She had her sales kit crammed full of products. At
first Ms Preston was very reticent about joining the party,
fearful of what Zeta might do to her in public. But the
headstrong girl made the tutor take off her dress and work
down her irksome girdle. Zeta spanked her until she agreed
to come down to the party. "But first, please hold up your
skirt and let me lick your asshole for a little while
because you have been so mean to me today."  Zeta allowed
the tutor to suck her ass for a while to mollify her and
then fairly pushed the woman downstairs.

Shirley arrived looking every bit as beautiful as Lana. With
a strapless, red satin dress that clung snugly to her large
breasts and tiny waist, flaring out provocatively around her
alluring hips, the off duty policewoman wore black silk
stockings with black suspenders made visible by the brevity
of the skirt. Even Lana was astonished at her wanton
sexiness. But, as is her custom, she deftly turned her
momentary admiration to her own advantage, "Well, at least
in your feminine clothes, it's evident that you're not
packing your huge sidearm." She said, causing a chorus of
twitters to flutter through the gathering. "Lift up your
skirt and let's see if you have on panties or those godawful
police issue boxer shorts."

Despite her sensational entrance, Shirley was bewildered by
the suddenness of the thinly veiled attack. She was placed
in an immediate quandary. If she raised her skirt, she would
be obeying the command of her adversary but if she refused,
she would appear to be admitting the accusation about her
underwear. Trying vainly to assume a devil-may-care
attitude, the policewoman lifted the skirt of her short
dress to expose her sheer red panties. Her adorable pussy
was exposed by the wetness created by her embarrassing
treatment before this apparently hostile crowd. She even
rotated slightly to sweep the entire gathering, feeling like
a little girl anxious to show off her new panties. The skirt
was lifted much too high and much too long, she thought to
herself. A truly confident woman would have merely flipped
up her skirt to flash her panties in that situation and then
silenced her antagonist with some semblance of repartee.
Already, self-doubt had begun to fester in Shirley's mind,
making her more vulnerable.

"I see you also brought your cruiser," Lana chided
relentlessly, "I'll bet in that thing you can pass
everything on the highway except a raised skirt." At the
mention of a raised skirt, Shirley remembered to drop hers.
She felt compelled to explain that her personal car was in
the shop but realized such defensiveness would only
illustrate her rapidly crumbling confidence.

Instead she sought to find some point of attack against the
haughty bitch. Lana was also dressed in an extremely
sensual, party outfit. A black leather miniskirt over a
daringly sheer, black full body stocking sans brassier that
left nothing about her full, round breasts and jutting
nipples to the imagination. Her long, shapely legs were
encased to mid-thigh by sensuous leather boots and she
carried her braided leather strap with a loop over her
wrist.  "I see you brought your whip but where are your
chains?" Shirley sallied forth to Lana's slight chagrin.

"A true submissive doesn't require chains. They choose to be
on their knees before a strong woman. You, of all people,
should know that feeling." Lana fired back.

"I'll find out if I ever come across a strong woman but I'm
sure you could explain it to me. Tell me about the last time
you presented your ass for a spanking." Shirley retorted.

"It was when I was four years old and I don't remember much
about it except I was guilty of letting your mother stick
her tongue up my baby ass."

"When you were four, my mother wasn't born yet! Maybe it was
my grandma."

"Couldn't been your grandma, she was in state prison. I
think your mother lied to you about her age, it's quite a
stretch to believe she was only seven when you were born."

Unable to contain her rage, Shirley steeled herself to
launch a physical attack rather than suffer any more of this
woman's venomous tongue. But the realization that violence
was an admission of defeat at the game they had chosen to
play caused her to stifle her impulse.

While Shirley wavered back and forth on the edge of
violence, Lana walked up to her and kissed her hard. The
feel of the strong woman's lips sent waves of debilitating
weakness through her knees and electrifying thrills rippling
up her spine. Never had she felt such a galvanic reaction
and, mindlessly, she allowed her lips to be parted by the
insistent tongue. The vanquished policewoman could do
nothing but submit to the mouth rape and she wanted to do
nothing except suck on the invading tongue fucking her
throat. Without even a whimper she felt her knees bend in
response to a little pressure on her shoulders from Lana's
conquering hands. Knowing what was expected, her descent
stopped when her knees reached the floor and, of their own
volition, her hands began to push up the tight black skirt
and explore underneath it. An unbearable thrill surged
through her as she discovered the body stocking was
crotchless. Shirley slipped the opening widely to either
side and shuddered when Lana's prominent mound was exposed
to her avid eyes. She ran her tongue uncontrollably over the
lightly colored, downy hair until the luscious lips began to
unfold like a delectable flower. Stunned by her own savage
surrender, she blocked her humiliation from her mind,
focusing on the conquering cunt without regard for the
assembled, avid, jeering onlookers. She ran her tongue up
Lana's cleft, lashing the labia by sliding her tongue
rapidly from side to side until she finally enticed the clit
from under its hood. She took the erecting tissue inside her
lips and began to apply voracious sucking. The wetness and
intensive aroma merely fueled her appetite for more.

Lana was jolted by the severity of Shirley's sexual
aggression. Her pussy responded immediately to the sensuous
onslaught; her knees bent and her hips began grinding slowly
as her hands seized the back of the woman's head, pulling
her face deeper and deeper between her unfolding thighs. The
sudden sexual encounter in front of the other women affected
Lana with a surging arousal and she savagely fucked the face
of the kneeling policewoman. After flooding Shirley's avidly
sucking mouth with a huge gush of girl cum, Lana instructed
Shirley to get up and bend over.

"What are you going to do to me?" Shirley asked in
apprehension.

"I'm going to give you a brisk spanking to illustrate to
these interested ladies what happens to women who try to
defy me."

With a resigned sigh, Shirley stood and bent over as Lana
lifted her skirt and tucked it into the sash around her
waist. "Let me get our panties down to your knees. Bend over
just a little more and arch your back so that I can reach
your lovely ass." Shirley followed instructions and assumed
the lewd position. Overcome by the delightful curve of her
rounded ass, Lana flipped her own skirt up over Shirley's
back and brought her mound to bear against her enticing
asshole. She proceeded to hump the woman's ass in this doggy
position until she was afraid Shirley would begin barking
and whining. On the verge of another huge orgasm, Lana
stopped humping the woman, stepped back and delivered a
series of savage blows to her defenseless bottom.

Extreme tension had been building in the room since the two
combatants had begun their verbal assault against one
another. With the conflict settled, the tension suddenly
released and a feeling of relief flooded the room much like
a group orgasm as the jubilant party atmosphere caught them
up one and all. The household held very little alcohol,
mostly old, very expensive wines in the cellar but that
supply was quickly depleted in a revelry of drinking as
inhibitions were unleashed by the wine and anxiety relieved
by the resolution of the conflict.

After a ringing slap across her face to make her stand
still, Zeta pulled off Ms Preston's dress and made her
parade around in her old-fashioned girdle that several
people had never seen before. The girl would stretch the
rubber garment as far out as she could and let it snap back
painfully against the woman's waist and thighs to the utter
amusement of the crowd.

Even Florence, so staid and contemptuous of perversion,
surrendered to the erotic atmosphere and coaxed Denise over
her lap and raised her skirt ostensibly for a spanking but
ended up as a good tongue-washing of the girl's vibrant,
delectable ass. Denise was eventually up on her knees in
Florence's lap with her ass pushed into the cook's face,
being reamed by her suddenly uninhibited, lascivious tongue.

Roseshannon became absolutely enamored as Sharon, in a half
drunken state, brought out her sales case and sat beside her
and began to tell her gleefully about a new breast cream.
"Why don't you hitch up your skirt and let me play with your
pussy while you tell me about it?"  She asked the saleslady.

"Oh, I guess that would be all right." Sharon consented, as
she lifted her hips to primly hike up her skirt in
compliance. "You are my best customer by far."  She
confided, as Roseshannon slipped her hand down the front of
her sheer panties and curled three fingers into her
pulsating pussy.

"I don't remember buying anything your last visit."
Roseshannon said, reminding her of her previous lurid
behavior as she reached with both hands under Sharon's dress
to pull the panties completely off which allowed Sharon to
spread her thighs invitingly. Roseshannon's mouth watered
uncontrollably as she could not wrest her eyes away from the
adorable, parted cleft accented with a thin line of sparse,
blond hairs.

"Helga gave me a huge order, she said for the entire house.
But you really need to do something to exert a little more
control over your housekeeper. She even tried to make me
suck her huge cunt in exchange for the order."

"Why don't you take your breasts out and lay back on the
couch." Roseshannon suggested as Sharon complied. "Keep your
legs spread and show me what wonders the cream has done for
your magnificent tits. I'll be down here cleaning up all
this excess moisture that's oozing out of your precious
little, open-lipped pussy while you do."

"What the hell is going on here?" Helga demanded as she
swung into the room with such an aura of absolute authority
that the celebrants were immediately intimidated into
complete curtailment of their activities. "I've spent the
last several hours working to provide a nice party and I
come in to find you all engaged in a wholesale orgy before I
even get back with the liquor." Then she saw the empty
bottles of hundred dollar wine and went into another level
of rage. "Who said you could get into the wine cellar?"

Everyone looked at Denise who had been the one to actually
bring the bottles up. "Lana told me to do it!" She cried in
her mindless fear of the irate housekeeper. "She's the one
in charge after she made Shirley submit to a spanking. Miz
Roseshannon never uttered one word."

"Course she couldn't, could she? With her tongue stuck up Ms
Stein's cunt the whole time." The cook interjected, anxious
as everyone else to see the housekeeper's ire focused on
Lana, the only one in the room capable of defying it,
possibly controlling it. At least everyone present was
hoping her innate power would prevail.

Rising to the almost tangible expectations of the onlookers,
Lana steeled her courage and self confidence. She reminded
herself that this woman, though hugely imposing, was merely
a housekeeper, a glorified servant. Lana's miniskirt was
long discarded along with the bottom half of her transparent
body stocking. She faced off against the fully dressed Helga
wearing nothing but the sheer top of her body stocking that
revealed more than it concealed, casting a mesmerizing dark
shade that merely outlined and emphasized her magnificent
breasts. Viewing that as an absolute advantage, all her
dazzling physical attributes being on display, she sauntered
up to the woman with her hips rolling to emphasize her
devastating curves and stood before her with her legs
spread, her pelvic area thrust obscenely and breathtakingly
forward.

"Why are you concerned about a little wine that does not
belong to you?  Roseshannon paid for it and she does not
seem to mind people drinking wine at her party." Lana
sneered, thinking to remind the woman of her rightful place
in the household. The dominant detective leaned forward
hoping to bring her seductive mouth to bear upon the woman's
hopefully vulnerable lips.

Helga slumped forward as though succumbing to the alluring
appeal of the petulant mouth. She leaned her head forward,
opening her lips as those Lana's provocative mouth was
irresistible. Letting her hand seemingly dangle, unnoticed
as it hung just even with Lana's out-thrust mound. With a
rapid, unexpected lunge, she grabbed the wanton woman by her
pussy and lifted her, screaming shrilly, with one hand high
overhead. She caught Lana with her fully extended left hand
between her breasts and rotated before the stunned crowd
with Lana held nearly to the ceiling. Then she slammed her
like a rag doll down full length on the couch. Lana was
crying uncontrollably with absolute terror at being
manhandled so contemptuously. The housekeeper had been
almost completely exposed to her most devastating charms and
had picked her up and thrown her away like a piece of soiled
linen. The impact of such rejection crushed her confidence
like a plastic bottle emptied of air. Respect for the
invincible housekeeper exploded through her mind, driving
out all other considerations.

SPILLANE!  GET YOUR ASS OVER THE ARM OF THIS COUCH!
SHIRLEY, HAND ME HER FANCY DAMN STRAP! I'M GOING TO TEACH
THIS INSUFFERABLE WHORE HOW TO BEHAVE IN A RESPECTABLE
HOUSE."

The intransigent, commanding tone of the raging housekeeper
brought the submissive side of both women surging to the
surface as Shirley hastened to bring the braided leather
while Lana scurried over the arm of the couch to present her
delectable ass for chastisement. Driven by the most intense
sexual arousal she had ever experienced, Lana swallowed her
pride in huge gulps and begged, "Oh, yes, Miz Helga! Spank
my ass! Beat it into obedience. I'm so sorry if I seemed to
be trying to resist you." You are the Woman.  The one I have
looked for all my adult life. The one who can finally
control me. She added to herself.

Helga laid the strap to her ass with unmitigated fury. Soon
Lana screamed in unbearable pain, begging her to stop,
promising perfect behavior. With her anger finally assuaged,
Helga released the strap and sat down on the couch. Undoing
her bodice, she lifted her huge breasts out of her bra and
pulled Lana's consenting face into her bosom. The erstwhile
combatant lavished kisses of adoration on the housekeeper's
awesome titties. Helga raised her skirts and pushed down her
panties, then gently pushed the detective off the couch and
onto her knees.

Lana plunged her face into the exposed cunt. Struggling to
suck the clit, she drove her tongue deeply into the love
canal and reamed the delectable asshole as Helga tilted her
pelvis up to where she could reach it. Reduced to a
temporary plaything, a sex toy, nevertheless Lana was in
ecstatic surrender with tears of gratitude towards the woman
who had finally put her in her place.

Shirley's mind was in total disarray. To see the woman who
had so easily vanquished her transmuted so readily into
another woman's plaything was more than her synaptic gaps
could process. The respect Lana had extracted from her was
transformed into absolute awe for Helga.

The rest of the gathering was in stunned silence by the
demonstrated power of the conquering housekeeper. The
uneasiness created by the conflict had permeated the party
only momentarily because the confrontation was so rapidly
resolved. The uninhibited celebration returned almost
immediately and the liquor Helga had brought began to flow
freely, greasing the wheels of carnal joy.

Denise surrendered to the urgings of the others and stripped
off her dress to dance naked on the coffee table while Helga
reached up to slap her ass by way of encouragement. Zeta
slid onto her mother's lap, undid her blouse and began to
pinch harshly on her big tits. She had Ms Preston's
humiliated head between her legs, though the woman was
barely able to bend over in her girdle.

The severely chastened Lana was dancing with Shirley in the
area cleared for that purpose, Shirley's panties still rode
at the tops of her thighs, exposing her ass and her pussy as
Lana wrapped her arm around Shirley's small waist and held
up the red skirt with one hand, alternately caressing and
spanking the stinging cheeks with her other. Shirley's
drunken state and the irresistible power of the detective
combined with the exhilaration of her prior submission to
her was making her weak, creating an inexplicable craving to
subjugate herself further to this still powerful woman.

Lana, with her ass and her pride still smarting from her
capitulation to Helga, was aroused by the signs of
subservience emanating from her partner. She drastically
needed to dominate someone to regain her composure after her
own recent subjugation. She pushed her hand down into the
crack of the patrolwoman's ass and brought fingers to bear
against the back of her pussy lips, finding them parted and
pulsating with desire. "You're so lovely. Your pussy is so
precious and wet. Why don't I turn around and you get on
your knees and kiss my burning ass where Helga spanked me.
You know you want to and deserve to have to do it," Lana
whispered with her breath searing hot in the woman's ear,
"you stubbornly resisted me, driving me crazy and ruining
the party for everyone. It was your fault that I was
humiliated by that deranged housekeeper."

"Yes! Yes! I want to. I can't help it. But can we go into a
bedroom? There's no reason for me to do it in front of all
these people." Shirley pressed her mouth against the lush,
provocative lips of her enchantress and tried to persuade
her by probing the hot mouth with her pulsating tongue.
"You just want to demonstrate your power over me."

"Yes, and you should be willing to demonstrate your
submission to me." She turned to walk away, causing Shirley
to feel as though something was being severed. Lana's abrupt
movement drew everyone's attention.

She grabbed Lana's arm. "All right, I'll do it." She
stammered, her face flushing with burning shame. The crowd,
of course, gasped.

"Get down on your knees, Darling." Lana said soothingly and
Shirley obeyed. She bent and placed her hands on her knees
while Shirley parted the cheeks of her ass and pushed her
face between them and probed with her hardened tongue deep
into her desirous asshole. With her second subjugation since
her arrival, Shirley's pussy began to spasm immediately and
continuously and she realized she did not care one whit what
the others thought.

The party lasted most of the night. Helga sat her triumphant
self on the couch and allowed every one of the celebrants to
pay homage as supplicants to her dominant cunt. Lana
politely declined with the explanation she had already had
her turn. She learned to really appreciate the statement
"Hell hath no fury.." as Helga slapped her repeatedly with
blows that spun her face back and forth until she blacked
out from the exhilarating pain. Helga grabbed her by the
back of the neck and forced her face between her legs. The
next few times, there was no force, she just happened to see
no one else was sucking it and she could not control her
urge to worship the cunt that had conquered her, though she
hoped desperately that no one noticed what she was doing
even though all of them had succumbed.

After the humiliation of sucking ass on the dance floor
had subsided, Shirley later submitted herself
over Lana's lap to receive a playful hand-
spanking.

Sharon had her dress rucked up and her
breasts bared, letting Ms Preston fondle her
tits and finger-fuck her pussy as she showed
her some marvelous bath oils.

Zeta made her mother take off all her clothes
and lay down on her shoulders and knees while
she worked over her arched naked ass with
Lana's strap.

After the required cuntsucking of Helga, the
cook staggered off drunkenly to her bed
before someone took a fancy to spanking her
big ass. A couple of hours later Denise
crawled into her bed, pulled down her
nightgown and went to sleep sucking titty.
She did that many nights when she missed her
mother. The cook did not really mind and
eventually had grown to look forward to her
vivacious little visits.

Helga woke up on the couch with a completely
nude Roseshannon laying over her lap. Zeta
had her legs wrapped around her mother's face
with her skirt around her waist, her blouse
undone and pushed aside to lewdly display her
little girl titties.

Sharon was face down on another couch with Ms
Preston, sans girdle, on top of her with her
pussy pressed tightly against her curvaceous
ass. Lana was sprawled out across a chair
with Shirley lying on the floor with her head
at Lana's feet, a large toe still inside her
mouth. She must have been sucking on it
unconsciously in her sleep the way a baby
does a pacifier.

Helga heard the doorbell ring and pushed
Roseshannon off onto the floor as she
remembered with alarm Robert's email that she
had forgotten to mention to anyone. Then she
realized that it was still early morning and
the new cleaning girl was scheduled to
arrive. She adjusted her clothes to answer
the door. If it was Maureen, she didn't care
about the rampant nudity in the room and, if
someone else, she could get rid of them.

She opened the door to find Maureen standing
there holding her baby in one hand and her
suitcase in the other. The little girl stood
behind her holding another suitcase but in
the circular drive, getting something from
the trunk, was Robert Vanderwaters!

"Hello, Helga. I caught a late night flight
so I could sleep on the trip. I offered a
lift to this woman and her children and found
out she was coming here to go to work. Isn't
that a fine coincidence? I can't imagine why
someone did not go and pick her up at the bus
stop."

"Oh, Sir, I really didn't realize she was
coming this early, or I would have."

"Well, it worked out all right. She was only
a few blocks beyond the bus stop when I
picked her up. Is anyone awake inside?" He
asked as he gathered his things and
approached the porch. He seemed to be in such
a fine mood that Helga realized he had not
heard a thing about his wife turning queer.
My god, she remembered everyone in the house
was nearly naked. He was going to walk into
the aftermath of the wildest lesbian party
anyone in the county ever heard of. There was
nothing she could do, she could not bar the
door of his own house.

"Roseshannon! Robert's here! He caught an
early flight!" Helga shouted at the top of
her lungs to stir the people inside into
hiding. Then she ran out to ostensibly help
him with his luggage but mostly she managed
to be in his way.

"All right, Helga, I can handle this. You are
acting so strange and seem to be intent on
delaying me. What's the matter with you?"
Robert finally managed to get past her and
entered the hallway to his home. To his right
he surveyed the ballroom size living room and
saw his nude wife on the floor of the couch
where his daughter lay with her clothes in
disarray. On the other couch he recognized Ms
Preston and Ms Stein but had never seen them
so nearly naked. Across from them a very
beautiful woman who was also almost naked
while another one equally lovely and even
more undressed lay at her feet on the floor.
He was shocked to see that the one on the
floor seemed to be sucking the big toe of the
one seated.

"What in god's name is going on around here?"
He screamed as he slammed his luggage to the
floor and shocked the whole room instantly
awake. "I have blindly dismissed some very
extravagant rumors that I have heard as too
preposterous to be credible but now I see
that they were not even remotely as bad as
the truth. Have you outrageous women been
sucking each other all night? And
Roseshannon, have you been molesting your own
daughter?" His pitch was raising one octave
with each sentence.

Zeta, Sharon, Ms Preston and Shirley were
quivering and quaking and trying to
manufacture any reasonable explanation for
their condition. Lana and Roseshannon
remained inexplicably calm.

"Good morning to you, too, Mr. Vanderwaters.
I'm Lana Spillane, Private Investigator. I'm
sorry you have caught us in slight disarray
but it's nothing you have not paid thousands
of dollars to see before. Come over here,
Roseshannon, and drape your naked self across
my lap. Robert's dick began to make a small
tent in his trousers as he watched his
magnificent wife obey the crude command. He
could not control his hand as he jacked his
prick through his pants as his wife lay
docilely across the detective's lap and began
to receive a rather severe spanking. When she
began to cry and kick her lovely legs, his
emissions were running rampantly down his
leg.

Helga and the rest watched in rapt
fascination as the master of the house edged
closer to watch his wife being abused, all
the time jacking his impressive pecker which
he had managed to free from his pants. He
moaned mightily and spewed his ejaculation
all over his wife's reddening buttocks. The
whole room gasped a cry of relief and
welcomed him aboard their kinky ship. They
converged on him, kissing him and hugging him
and Zeta even bent down to suck the end of
his dick, just to find out what it was like.

That afternoon Ms Preston and Sharon had
returned to their homes, Robert was upstairs
resting from his trip and Maureen had nursed
her baby and put her down for a nap. She had
demonstrated the baby's voracious appetite to
the aroused amusement of all the others. Lana
and Shirley induced the woman to leave her
breasts uncovered as they sat on either side
of her and sampled mother's milk. They each
had a hand under her skirt and down her
panties working off the tremendous arousal
caused by the warm milk and Maureen allowed
it because she was becoming accustomed once
again to having her pussy fondled almost
constantly as it was in prison.

Zeta was behind the couch taking off the ten-
year-old's panties so she could see what it
felt like to suck a really young pussy. The
cook had her big titties out with Denise
sitting in her lap sucking on them. Helga had
Roseshannon over her luscious lap giving her
a merciless spanking for failing to tell her
everything was cool with Robert.

"I intend to give you a spanking when I'm
finished with her for the very same reason."
She said looking directly at Lana. "What did
you find out about Robert that let you know
we had nothing to fear?"

"I found out that he was constantly hiring
call girls, always two at a time, one
dominant, one submissive. I happen to
recognize enough names to know he hired them
to watch one spank the other."

"But how'd you do that? You never left your
office." Roseshannon asked between sobs.
Helga continued the punishment even though
she was interested in the story.

"I can't divulge any secrets but I matched
whores' income declarations with his tax
deductions for business expenses. I traced
every trip he took through airline
reservations."

"It's strange that he would have this fetish
about women spanking each other and keep it
so well hidden from a wife who wanted nothing
more than to have another woman spank her,
although she wasn't aware of it." Shirley
mused.

"A match made in heaven with both of them too
uptight to know it." Lana declared.

"Well, we're going to make up for lost time
now that he's aboard." Helga announced.
"Every one of you, get those titties out and
pussies bared so we can start up another wild
party."