Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2011 19:38:02 -0500 (EST)
From: Couture
Subject: The Chaperone

The Chaperone (F/F, D/s, BD) by Couture
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"I've  got an important project for you Rebecca," Mrs. Stone said.
Finally, a real  project, Rebecca thought. She had accepted a job as Mrs.
Stone's PA after  becoming unemployed. The pay was good. The hours were
horrible. And Mrs. Stone  was very demanding. Most managers didn't expect to work
personal assistants like  they did in the old day. But, Mrs. Stone did. She
wanted coffee.  She  wanted her dry cleaning picked up. Lunch picked up.
And on and on. Rebecca was a  college graduate. She made 60K per year at her
last job...before she was laid  off. She wanted a challenge, not to be some
sort of glorified go-for.
"Yes,  ma'am," Rebecca said eagerly. She had her blackberry in hand and
was ready for  something a but more challenging. An actual project. Wow. Maybe
she could do  some editing or even write an article.
"It's homecoming week," Mrs. Stone  said. "And my daughter is going. I don
't trust kids these days. You should see  what they were showing on 20/20
last week.  Anyway...I'm putting her in  your hands. I want you to chaperone."
Oh no. No no. "I'm sorry Mrs. Stone,  but I already have plans for Friday
night.
I'm going out of town with my  fiancée Mark this weekend."
"Well, you'll just have to cancel." Mrs. Stone  said. "Besides, I'll pay
a rosy bonus. There are no no's here. You will  chaperone. If you don't
want to work for me, you can find someone else to do the  job, but you will be
doing this on Friday night."
Rebecca wanted to tell the  old bat to go to hell. To fuck herself. She
also knew all about Mrs. Stone's  idea of a rosy bonus....ten or twenty
dollars. But she needed the job. And the  insurance. She swallowed her pride once
again. "I-I'll do it."
On Friday  night, Rebecca pulled up to the expensive house in her blue
Corolla.
She  felt sorry for Mrs. Stone's daughter. The poor girl going with a
chaperone.  She could only imagine what it might be like living with a
controlling battle ax like Mrs. Stone. She walked up to the expensive house and
rang the doorbell.
A few moments later it was opened by a balding man with  darting fearful
eyes.
"You must be the chaperone," he said. "Please come  in."
Even before Rebecca entered, she could hear the screaming.
"I will  not have a chaperone! You can go to hell!" screamed a shrill
voice.
"Yes you  will," said Mrs. Stone's familiar voice. "Or you'll be staying
here. No game. No  parties. And no trouble."
"Fuck you!"
"You will not use that type of  language young lady," Mrs. Stone said.
"Fuck you fuck you fuck you!" she  screamed louder. "And fuck your
chaperone too."
"You better go." Mr. Stone  whispered. "It will just get worse if you keep
them waiting."
Rebecca noticed  he stayed hidden in the foyer while she walked in to the
living room.
"Oh  Jesus!" said the young blonde, pointing at her with an accusing
finger. "Is that  her? Look at her. She's fucking old! What is everyone going to
say?"
I'm only  29 Rebecca thought, but kept her mouth shut.
"She's a young thing," Mrs.  Stone said. "She's 23 or 24 I think. Anyway,
she's going to be your chaperone  and that's final."
"I'm eighteen mom!" the young girl said. "I don't need a  fucking
babysitter!"
"Yes you do. Just tell people she's your cousin from the  East Coast,"
Sharon suggested.
"And she just happened to want to go to a  dance," the young girl said. "
Without wearing a party dress...she'll look like a  retard. And I'll look
like someone who hangs out with retards!"
Mrs. Stone  cast Rebecca an accusing glance. "I told you it was a party.
Where is your  dress?"
Rebecca shrugged her shoulders. "I did dress." And truly she did. It  was
suitable for the sort of occasions she would go to.
The young girl seized  her weakness. "She can't go like that mom. She can'
t.
She looks like an old  bag. An old office bag."
Mrs. Stone looked from one to the other. Then back  to the one who didn't
fight back. She took out $100 from her purse and handed it  to Rebecca. "Make
it happen." she said.
Gwen snatched the bill from her  fingers. "$100?" she demanded. "What the
fuck can she buy for $100 mom? Your  purse costs 5 times that."
"Never mind my purse young lady," Mrs. Stone said.  "Digging into her
purse she fished out 3 more bills."
Gwen shook her head and  kept out her hand until it was joined by two more
fifties.
"Okay," Gwen  said. "That'll have to do. And I guess you will to."
Rebecca glanced up and down  the young PA, and then she put the money that was
destined for Rebecca in her  tiny Coach purse and walked outside.
"And you," Mrs. Stone said to Rebecca.  "You better make sure nothing
happens tonight as far as my daughter is  concerned. Or being fired will be the
least of your worries." She went outside  to meet Gwen, who was now on the
phone.
"....I heard about your troubles.  Listen, you will not believe what my mom
has done. It's horrible, I'll tell you  all about it when we get there.
Yes, we. I've not only got you a date, but I've  got money for anything you
might need. Are you up for it? Yes, she's pretty.  We'll swing by and pick
you up. And we'll be early. I owe you a big one. But I  think you'll like
this in the end. Ciao."
Gwen put the phone in her purse and  then tossed Rebecca her keys. "We are
not driving that piece of shit." she  said.
Rebecca took the keys. Her car wasn't a piece of shit. It was a  perfectly
serviceable vehicle. Sure it wasn't nice like Gwen's car, but Rebecca  didn'
t have Gwen's rich mom to rely on either.
"I'm not sure about this date  business I heard you talking about on the
phone," Rebecca said. "I'm supposed to  be your chaperone, not your friend."
"Look," Gwen said. "You can forget all  about ruining my homecoming night.
I mean forget it bitch....I will fuck you so  bad you want be able to walk
for a week.  Now, you are going to be my  cousin from Boston. And I'm
setting you up on a date."
"I can't go with a  date," Rebecca said. "See - I'm engaged."
"Sush," Gwen said. "Everything is  under control. It won't be anything
like that.
I've got you a girl date to  hang out with. Now give me that ring."
"Well...." Rebecca said. "I guess that  will have to do." It wasn't a
real date at all. Just someone to hang out with.  And it was a girl, so she
wouldn't get the wrong idea. Actually, things were  looking up. But the ring.
No, she couldn't just hand it over. Not to someone so  irresponsible and
crude. She took it off and put it in her purse. They picked up  Gwen friend,
Lisa and then went to the mall to shop for homecoming dresses for  Lisa and
Rebecca. Gwen ushered the two girls into a dressing room, and said. "Go  ahead
and get undressed, I'll bring over some gowns for you to try on."
"I'd  rather look for myself if you don't mind," Rebecca said.
"Oh come on," Lisa  said, already shrugging out of her shirt and
unbuttoning her pants. "It'll be  fun!"
It could be fun trying stuff on that she didn't pick out. And she had  such
a hard time finding things that matched. But, she had a nagging thought
that finding a homecoming dress for a 29 year old might be much different than
 finding one for an 18 year old. Soon she had shed her clothes and stood in
her  panties and bra.
Lisa, however, was completely naked. It made Rebecca feel a  little
uncomfortable being cooped up with such a very young and naked girl in  the small
confines of the dressing room only designed for one person.
"What  are you doing?" Lisa asked. "You can't wear a party dress with bra
straps and  panty lines. Everyone knows that."
Apparently everyone didn't know that.  Rebecca had worn a strapless bra and
panties for her homecoming game.
"Are  you shy or something?" Lisa asked, and she was already behind
Rebecca undoing  the clasp of her bra. "It's okay. Don't be afraid, I won't
laugh."
"I'm not  afraid of..." Rebecca began and then her bra was off.
"Awww...they're so  cute," Lisa said. "See, I told you there was nothing
to be afraid of. Anyway, I  always feel like mine are in the way...and it
makes me feel weird when it's all  the boys can seem to look at."
Rebecca's cheeks bloomed a rosy red. This was  exactly the sort of reaction
she had feared the most. She hated being simply  cute. It brought back all
her terrible memories from high school. Being judged  by boys...and girls.
She couldn't help her size. And worse, now she was 29 and  here was this
eighteen year old. Already more developed. And patronizing her  because of her
cup size.  She moved her hands up to hide them.
But left  herself more exposed down below, the precocious girl had hold of
her panties and  was pulling them down!
"Wow!" Lisa said, her hand lingering on Rebecca's  abdomen. "I'd kill for
your stomach. How do you do it?"
Rebecca wasn't only  lean up top, but lean in the middle and narrow of hip.
She had always been proud  of her figure in that respect.
"I work out some," she said, but the truth was  she was that way naturally.
"I like your butt too," Lisa said her hands  moving over Rebecca's tight
buns.
Why did the infernal girl need to touch  every part of her. She was so
touchy that Rebecca was becoming uncomfortable.  She wished Lisa would hurry
back. What was taking so long?
"Do you think I'm  pretty?" Lisa asked.
Rebecca looked at the young girl jealously. She had full  breasts that
managed to defy gravity. Her stomach wasn't lean, yet she managed  to be round
in all the right places. And her skin was soft and smooth the way  only an
eighteen year old's could be.
"Yes." Rebecca admitted.
"Do you  really think so?" Lisa asked, moving even closer. So close her
nipples grazed  Rebecca's.
"Yes." Rebecca said backing into the corner. She could go no  father and
Lisa didn't seem in any hurry to move away. Thankfully, Gwen came  back and
tossed Lisa a gown. And one for you too," she said, tossing another  Rebecca'
s way.  "Hurry up girls, we don't have all day."
"Help me with  this," Lisa said, handing her gown to Rebecca.
The young girl wasn't much  help for dressing herself, Rebecca thought. She
had to kneel down to get her to  step into the sheer fabric. And the more
of her she got into the gown, the more  it became clear this gown wouldn't do
at all. It was much too tight. She had to  practically stuff her in it and
touch more parts of her than she would have  liked.
"Hot or not?" Lisa asked.
"It's too tight," Rebecca said. "If you  move the wrong way, you'll bust
out."
"So, it's too hot?" Lisa asked.
"Yes." Rebecca said.
"One size up," Lisa told Gwen. "Now let's try  yours." Taking hold of
Rebecca's gown.
"I can manage." Rebecca said.
"Stop being a pussy and let her help you," Gwen said, taking Lisa's gown
out  to find another. She also took more than the older woman bargained for,
taking  her discarded clothes and her purse.
Rebecca was way too concerned with the  way Lisa was handling her. Forcing
her into the too tight gown.
"It's way too  tight." Rebecca gasped.
"Suck it in." Lisa said. "I've almost got it."
And  there she was breast to breast, body to body, with this young eighteen
year old  girl. Hands with a firm grip on her ass. Trying to wedge her in
gown much too  small. But she got her in it. Shoe horned her right in.
Touched her in more  places than she cared to remember. But there she was, in
front of the  mirror.  The bottom of her thighs bulging from the gown, already
small  breasts turned from peaches to grapes.
"God you look ridiculous." Gwen said  from the door. "I'll be back with
another.
Here Lisa. Try this."
Gwen  tossed in a new gown and two pairs of heels. Rebecca helped Lisa
dress again.  The result was much improved. This gown was much better than the
last. It was  green, but the only problem was the girls breasts. They hung
full in the gown  and every ridge and bump of the girls half-dollar sized
nipples were on  display.
"What do you think?" Lisa said.
"It's pretty," Rebecca said, but  still her eyes were drawn to the girl's
breasts. "But maybe a little too  revealing without some sort of padding."
"I like it." Lisa said with  finality. "I like the way you look at me when
I'm in it."
But it wasn't the  way Rebecca was looking at her that she should be
worried about. It was how boys  would look at her - with hungry eyes and lustful
thoughts.
"Nice," said Lisa  from the door tossing Lisa a white bit of cloth. "Here,
try this one on  Becky."
"Wow, this is nice fabric." Lisa said. "Let's get you in  it."
"There isn't much to get into," Rebecca noted. Thankfully, that meant
that it was easy enough to put on and she didn't have to be handled by the
overly touchy Lisa.
When she looked in the mirror, it was clear this dress  wouldn't do at all.
First of all, it was white and thin. It was more babydoll  than gown. There
was a circular gold clasp that held it together above her  chest. However,
her shoulder and back were exposed. And so was the better part  of her
thighs. And the fabric Lisa liked so much. Were it touched her, it molded  itself
to her. Small cone shaped breasts and hard nipples were displayed. So
short. One false move while sitting, and God, she didn't want to think about  it.
"It's beautiful," Lisa said.
"I can't wear this...besides it's too  much," Rebecca said after taking
one look at the price tag. Way too much.
And it wasn't just the price that concerned her, but on her it looked
practically obscene. She told Lisa so. "I can't go in this. It's  indecent."
"Really?" Gwen said, listening from the door. "Don't tell me what  you
will and won't do. That's exactly what you are wearing. Let's go."
"No  way," Rebecca said. "Give me my clothes and I'll pick something out
myself."
Then she noticed her clothes were gone. Where were they? What had  been
done? She began to panic. Panic turned to terror when Gwen pinched the hem  of
her gown and pulled her out of the dressing room.
"Come on Becky," Gwen  said. "Or do you want to show all these people that
cute little pussy."
"Stop  it Gwen. I'm not playing." Rebecca said stumbling along after. "
Let me  go."
And the further she was drawn from the security of the dressing room,  the
more imperative it became to keep up with Gwen - pulling her along by the
hem of her skirt. Leading her like a dog or some sort of errant child. It was
 embarrassing.  Humiliating. She could feel the silky fabric tickling the
swell of her bottom.  Good Lord. Forced to walk along obediently in her
high heel shoes. Forced towards the door.
"Wait," Rebecca said, with  increasing panic. "We haven't paid."
"We aren't going to pay." Gwen  said.
"No. Where are my clothes? Where is my pocket book?"
"In the trunk  with Lisa's," Gwen said. "Now keep up and keep quiet, or
you'll show off that  little pussy."
"This is serious," Rebecca said. "Gwen. Stop right  now."
But she didn't. She just laughed and kept pulling her by the hem.  Pulled
her out the door and to the car.
"Hurry up," Lisa said, urging  Rebecca in the car. "Let's get out of here.
"
And then Rebecca was in the car.  In a stolen dress and pumps. Good Lord!
Some job she was doing of being a  chaperone. She resolved to do better. To
not let herself be compromised  again.
"Gwen," Rebecca said. "Stop the car right now. We are calling your  mother.
"
"Relax," Lisa said. "Aren't you looking forward to tonight? Besides  we
couldn't have afforded these dresses. And yours is so hot."
The touchy  girl again. Rebecca felt sorry for her naiveness but not for
her touchiness. Her  hands touched her dress and even her body where she didn'
t want to be  touched.
"But it's wrong to steal- stop that," she took hold of her hem and
covered her crotch where Lisa had accidentally exposed her.
"Sorry," Lisa  said. "Did you see the look that man gave you when he saw
your bare ass? I  thought his eyes were going to bug out of his head."
Rebecca shifted in her  seat uncomfortably. She had seen and she shuddered
at the thought. But it wasn't  her choice. "I didn't show him. Lisa did."
"I was watching from behind," Lisa  said and then her hand was on Rebecca'
s thigh again. Rebecca took hold of her  hand to move it down, but the girl'
s fingers encircled her own and held her  fast. "You are so hot."
Rebecca wondered just what was going through Lisa's  mind. She didn't want
to hurt her feelings, but she didn't like the way she  touched her. But she
let her hold her hand. It was a better alternative than  fending off those
groping fingers.
They stopped at the high school and went  to the game. It was a cool night
and Rebecca was wearing next to nothing. She  was cold. And so was Lisa.
Gwen was wrapped up in a blanket on the bleacher in  front of them with her
boyfriend.
"Do you have an extra blanket," Lisa asked  Gwen.
"Give them your coat honey," Gwen told her date. A big blonde boy  named
Brad, with a gray lettermen's jacket. He took it off and handed it back to
the girls shivering from cold. They took it gratefully and cuddled inside for
 warmth. For once Rebecca didn't mind being so close to the young girl.
Everything was going well for a change, at least until half-time when Lisa and
 her date began making out.
"I bet if we did that, we could keep warm." Lisa  whispered.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Rebecca said.
"Just a  little," Lisa said. "Please. I'm so cold. Just tell me if I make
you feel  weird."
Then she gave Rebecca a peck on the cheek and a reassuring hug. She  had
been making Rebecca feel weird all night. But this wasn't so bad. It was  kind
of sweet.
Then she gave her another kiss on the cheek. Then another.  Then one on her
neck.  Then her ear. Rebecca could feel herself begin to  get turned on
despite the fact she was being kissed by a girl and it scared the  devil out of
her. She opened her mouth to protest and it was quickly filled by  an eager
tongue while a hand caressed her breasts and moved between her legs.  She
finally managed to pull back and gasp for breath.
"That's enough,"  Rebecca gasped.
"Was it too much?" Lisa asked. "I'm sorry."
Thankfully,  Lisa stopped trying to make out with Rebecca. But the respite
was short. Lips  touched Rebecca's bare shoulder. And then the nape of her
neck.  Rebecca  tried to ignore the sensations. She should have been able to
ignore them. This  was a girl. A girl 11 years her junior. But somehow she
could feel herself  responding. Responding as she did for her fiancée.
Getting warm. Getting tingly.  Getting wet.
By the end of the game Rebecca had to tell Lisa to stop at least  five more
times. She had even begun to allow the young girl to nuzzle her neck  and
kiss her on the lips provided there was no tongue involved. Had even allowed
her to touch her wherever she wanted as long as it was through her clothes
and  not beneath it. It was easier than fighting her off. Besides, there was
no where  to go. She had no purse. No keys. No suitable clothes. And she
wasn't going to  give up the warmth of the small coat. And it was now
considerable warm inside of  its confines. It would have been cruel to have kept it
all to herself and left  Lisa to fend for herself. However, one thing had
become very clear. Lisa liked  her.  LIKED her in THAT way. The way a boy
likes a girl. As they walked  back to the car to go to the after party, Rebecca
was practically staggering in  her heels due to the effects of fending off
the young paramour's  advances.
"You girls have fun?" Gwen asked in the car. This time her  boyfriend Brad
road in the passenger seat. "I didn't see you watching the game  very much.
"
"It was nice," Rebecca said, not wanting to go into details. She  had
observed what was going on under Gwen and Brad's blanket. Heard Gwen's gasps
of pleasure.  Nothing much happened, but once again she hadn't done her  job.
What if something had happened? However, she had her own hands full with
Lisa and the crush she appeared to have on her.
"It was nice, wasn't it  Brad," Gwen laughed and so did Brad.
Soon, the arrived at their destination.  A large brick house in with cars
all along the street.
Inside was packed.  Despite trying her best not to lose Gwen, the young
girl slipped easily into the  throng of young drunks in the house.
Want to dance?" Lisa asked. "Want a  drink?"
"No," Rebecca said moving through the crowd to find Rebecca. She was
looking forward to a chance to ditch the young woman.
"What do you want to  do?" Lisa asked.
"I need to find Gwen." Rebecca said. She was determined to  chaperone and
she wasn't going to get sidetracked again.
"Why don't you leave  Gwen alone. Besides, she has her hands full with
Brad," Lisa said, taking  Rebecca and pushing her against the wall. "And you
have all you need right  here."
Then she kissed her again. Her tongue dancing against the older  woman's
tightly clenched lips. But soon they parted, allowing the young paramour  to
kiss her as she wished. Lisa's knee moving between slim thighs and against
Rebecca's hot sex.
"No," Rebecca said trying to pull away and escape the knee  wedged between
her thighs.
"What's the problem?" Lisa asked. "Do you have a  crush on Gwen or
something? I mean because I can feel you like it. With  me."
"It isn't that," Rebecca said. She couldn't tell this girl that she was
engaged.  Couldn't tell her that she was too old for her. Not now. After
all this. But the girl was right. She was hot. She could feel her juices on
Lisa's soft knee.  "I've just go to find her."
Rebecca pushed Lisa away  and then fled before something bad happened. A
good thing she did to. She found  Gwen in the living room dancing. One boy in
front of her and one behind her.  Humping against her. Brad nowhere to be
seen.
"Stop that," Rebecca said,  pulling Gwen from between the two boys. "I
swear I'll tell your mom."
"Hey  boys," Gwen said ignoring Rebecca. "She said she wants to take my
place."
And  then the were on her. Humping from the front. Humping from the rear.
She felt  like she was in a sandwich she couldn't escape. Then the one in the
back started  smacking her ass. She tried to pull away but every time she
tried to pull away  he pulled her back with her gown. It was all she could do
to keep from being  exposed. Thankfully, she saw Lisa and waved. "Help."
she mouthed.
An angry  look crossed Lisa's face. She hurried over to the helpless woman
and pulled her  away from the guys.
"She's with me," she said and pulled Rebecca in  close.
Rebecca was grateful. She was even okay with being held so closely.  She
glanced toward the boys. They looked reluctant to let her go. And then Lisa
pulled her tighter and kissed her. Her tongue dancing inside her mouth. This
time Rebecca let her. Melted in her warm embrace. Hopefully, the boys would
get  the message.  It looked like they had.
"Dance with me," Lisa said.
Body to body. Lisa's knee between Rebecca's and Rebecca's likewise. They
moved in time to the beat with Lisa leading. Sensual movements. Sex
quivering  with pleasure. She could feel her juices leaking. Could feel Lisa's on
her knee.  Back and forth. And around and down. Could feel Lisa's hands on her
ass.  Kneading her firm cheeks. Rebecca reached back, took the pawing
fingers and  placed them at the small of her back. They danced more and the hands
moved back  down. Squeezing her. Owning her. And the knee. Back and forth.
Rubbing her.  Bumping against her.  For a minute Rebecca didn't think about
what she was  doing. Who she was doing it with. Her fiancée. Her job.
Nothing but the feelings  running like electricity through her body.
When the song ended, so did the  moment.
"Sorry, I've got to go." Rebecca said. "I need to find Gwen." It  wasn't
easy to escape the knee wedged between her thighs or the hands pawing her
ass. But soon she was free, and then she left Lisa on the dance floor by
herself.
She found Gwen in the bedroom. On the bed. Her gown pulled down from  her
shoulders. He held her hair from her face. Lips parted. A hard prick filled
her mouth. Her head bobbing up and down on Brad's lap. Slurping noises
escaped  her young lips. Brad moaning "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah. Suck my cock  babe."
"Gwen," Rebecca said. Jesus, look what she had allowed to happen. Mrs.
Stone's daughter had performed oral sex on a boy while she was in her charge.
"Stop that right now. We are going home this minute. Get your things."
"Oh  that's it," Gwen said. "It's on now." She moved in a flash. Struck
like a  rattlesnake. Not even bothering to pull up the top to her gown she
grabbed her  purse and Rebecca's ear. Pulling the older woman down, hunched
her over, and  then led her by her ear to the attached bathroom. Once in, she
surveyed the  bathroom, looking for something, then her eyes narrowed in
certainty as they  spied a hairbrush left on the counter.
"Perfect." She picked up the brush and  pulled Rebecca down to the toilet.
 Flipped the short gown up and leveled a  blow, the flat of the brush
landing with a resounding smack. Then she landed a  blow to the other cheek. Two
red marks left in her wake.
"Stop. What are you  doing?" Rebecca cried. "Ouch! Jesus! Ouch!"
But Gwen was just getting  started. Whap. Whap. Whap. "I told you not to
fuck with me, didn't I? Didn't I?"  she said. Whap. Whap. Whap.
Rebecca was appalled. How could this have  happened? She was helpless.
Totally at the whim of this young eighteen year old  girl. She tried a new tact.
"Stop it. Or. Ow. Shit. Stop, or I'll tell your  mother." she said.
"What will you tell her?" Gwen said. "That I sucked Brad  off? That I
spanked your ass? That you played touchy feely with Lisa? Oh please  do. I'm
sure that'll go over really well." Whap. Whap.  Whap.
"I'll-I'll-Ouch!" Rebecca cried. What would she do? What could she do?
Gwen was right, the truth wouldn't do at all. And soon the pain became too
much.  "Ouch.  Please stop. Please."
Rebecca's legs splayed kicking helplessly.  Her high heeled pumps uselessly
trying to find purchase on the tile floor. She  reached her hands back to
deflect the blows.
"Get those hands out of the  way," Gwen warned. "Or I'll use the bristle
side."
Then she did. Just to let  Rebecca know how it would feel.
"Please Gwen," Rebecca whined. Those bristles  hurt. Shit they hurt. Tears
now flowing from her eyes. "I won't bother you  anymore. Just stop."
"It's too late," Gwen said. "Besides, I'm enjoying this  too goddamn
much. Now get your hands down. Get them down and I won't spank you  so hard."
Reluctantly, Rebecca moved her hands from her ass and put them on  the
stool. She was thankful to be able to get her body off of it. Who knew who  had
been on it?  Or how clean it was?
"Now stick your ass out for me."  Gwen said.
The older woman had curled under to escape the blows....she  slowly moved
her ass back up.
"Get it out there," Gwen warned.
Biting her  lip, Rebecca arched her back, bringing her bottom up and out.
Into the perfect  position.
"That's a good girl," Gwen said. "Now I'm going to let go of your  ear.
Don't try anything or I'll burn that ass up - bristles and all."
The  urge was compelling when Gwen let go. Almost overpowering. Rebecca
wanted to  jump up and run. But she had a good feeling she would end up in the
position  again. And as bad as her ass was stinging - she couldn't bear the
thought of  another blow from the bristle end again.
Thwack. Gwen landed a light blow on  Rebecca's firm lean ass. And though it
wasn't hard as before, it wasn't exactly  soft either. Thwack. Thwack.
Thwack.  She made sure to cover each and every  inch of the ivory moons with
red welts.  While each blow wasn't as painful  as before, they began to add up
to a whole much more than the sum. A whole lot  of pain. Rebecca's chin
began to tremble.  Tears began to well. It wasn't  just the pain - it was that
this was being done by a girl 11 years her junior. A  girl who had been
placed in her charge.
"For the rest of the night, if I want  to dance, what are you going to do
about it?" Gwen said.
"Ouch. Nothing."  Rebecca whimpered.
"What if I want to drink some beer?"
"Ouch.  Nothing."
"If I tell you to get me a beer."
"I'll - I'll get it."
"What  if I want to fuck? What will you say?"
"Nothing."
"Damn right. And what  about Lisa?" Gwen said. "You are supposed to be her
date.
Where is  she?"
"I don't know," Rebecca sniffled.
"Well that is going to change,"  Gwen said. "If I see you tonight, I want
to see Lisa too. If I see Lisa, I sure  as hell better see you. Understood."
"Understood"
"I mean attached to her,  understood?"
"Yes. Please stop. Ouch."
"I don't think you do understand,"  Gwen said. "I told her she might get
lucky tonight. I want you to make sure she  is."
Rebecca didn't understand. How would she make sure that happened? She
couldn't very well find a guy for her and stand there while they did it. And
then so much of tonight made sense. She would be the one showing Lisa the way.
 They would do it. Dear Lord no!
"I can't." Rebecca said. "I'm  engaged."
"Don't worry I won't tell," Gwen said. "-if you do it. But if you  don'
t. There's a lot I could tell."
"Please..." Rebecca pleaded. "I'm not  that way. I don't even think I
could."
"I guess I will have to teach you  then," Gwen said hiking up her skirt
and taking seat on the toilet. "The things  I do for my friends...."
Rebecca looked up at the blonde haired girl , her  legs spread, her eyes
stern.
"Get to it."
"I don't know how..." Rebecca  said. She didn't get to finish. Gwen was
back up and had the brush again.  Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
"Tell me when you are ready," Gwen said and  proceeded with the spanking.
It didn't take long.
"Okay, I-I-I'll do it."  Rebecca said.
"That's my girl," Gwen said. "Are you sure?" And continued to  spank.
Thwack.
Thwack. Thwack.
"I'm sure."
"Positive?"
"Yes.  Ouch."
"With sugar and Lisa's cherry on top?"
"Yes."
"Are you ready to  put out for me?"
"Yes."
"You ready to show me what you will do for my  friend Lisa?"
"Yes."
Gwen sat back down on the stool. "Get to  it."
Rebecca looked at it once more. I triangle of damp dirty blonde hair and  a
slit.
She stuck out her tongue and licked.
"Mmmmmmm...." Gwen said. She  was already horny even before dragging
Rebecca to the bathroom, and after the  spanking, her desire had only increased.
The tongue grew more persistent.  Licking her lips. Stroking her clit. "Lick
my pussy. Oh lick it you old  bitch."
Rebecca licked it. She sucked it. Had her pretty face rubbed in it.  There
in the cramped bathroom. On her knees. Her ass throbbing. Her own sex wet
and lusting.  She didn't know what was worse, doing this, or her own body's
betrayal.
"Faster little queer," Gwen said. "Don't make me spank you again.  You
know I will." Part of her was incredibly turned on by dominating this older
woman.  However, another part couldn't help thinking that this was a woman
between her legs. Not a man. Not Brad. She began to grow frustrated. "Faster.
 Faster. Lick it right."
Rebecca obeyed. But it was no use. It wasn't working  for Gwen.
"You're useless," Gwen said as she stood. "I have half a mind not  to
give you to Lisa at all. She's too good for you."
Rebecca's heart soared.  Maybe this would be the end of her ordeal.
"Maybe I should give you to the  basketball team instead." Gwen said
smiling.
"Hope you are on the  pill."
"No please," Rebecca was horrified at the thought.
"Please  what?"
"I want Lisa," Rebecca pleaded. "Only Lisa."
"You'll do like she  says?"
"Yes. Oh yes."
"Good girl. Now, I want you to pretend I am Lisa,"  Gwen said, pulling her
gown back into place "What do you say to me?"
"I want  to - I want to make love to you."
"I think you need to work on your  delivery," Gwen said fluffing her hair
in the mirror. "Try again. Talk dirty to  her. Say you want to taste her
pussy."
"You're so pretty," Rebecca said.  "Please let me kiss your pussy. Let me
make love to you."
"That's better."  Gwen said. "And say that you will do anything she
wants.
Anything."
She  took out her cell phone and called Lisa.
"Hey Lisa." Gwen said. "Where are  you? I have Becky here in the bathroom.
 There's something she wants to say  to you." And then she handed the
phone to Rebecca.
"Hi Lisa," she said. " I  wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you that -
that you're pretty and I want to  - to make love to you. I want to taste -
taste your pussy. And that I'll - I'll  do anything - I'll do anything you
want."
"Anything?" Lisa said seizing on  the word.
"Anything." Rebecca repeated.
Seconds later Lisa knocked at the  bathroom door. Gwen let her in. Lisa's
eyes widened in shock. This wasn't quite  what she expected. Rebecca was on
her hands and knees. Her ass was a blaze of  red welts. Her face wet and damp
with sex.
"What the hell?" Lisa exclaimed.  "What have you been doing? Tell me?"
"Nothing." Rebecca lied.
Lisa seized  the brush. Whap. Whap. Whap. These were hard blows. Hard blows
on a sore tight  ass.
"I can smell it." Lisa said. Furious. Her date had cheated on her.  Teased
her.  And then played her for a fool. Promised her anything, but  then
given it to someone else." Tell the goddamn truth."
Spanked again. Hard.  Her already sore ass exploding in pain. Dominated by
Gwen.  And now again  by this girl who had been so sweet - who thought she
had cheated on her. It was  too much. The dam broke and the truth spilled.
"She made me do it." Rebecca  said. Why hadn't Lisa stepped in. She had
obeyed.  And now she was being  punished again. It was too much. "I swear.
This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm  not her cousin. I work for - I work for
Gwen's mother." And she kept going.  Telling Lisa about Gwen's mother. Her
job. Being forced to chaperone her young  charge. Playing along at being her
cousin. Even of her engagement. It all came  out.
Lisa was dumbstruck. Now so much made sense. She looked at Gwen. Then  down
to the whimpering woman kneeling on the stool.
"Why didn't you tell me  earlier?" she asked Lisa.
Lisa shrugged her shoulders. "I was embarrassed  that my mom sent me with a
chaperone. And then - well...I know you haven't been  able to find anyone
at school and I practically handed her to you on a silver  platter. You're
too nice sometimes..." she accused.
"Maybe I am too nice,"  Lisa said reaching into her bag and handing Gwen a
digital camera. "But I'm just  mad you didn't tell the truth. You almost
made me miss this chance."
"What  chance?" Gwen asked.
"You're being too shortsighted." Lisa said. "Lock the  door."
They say that the truth will set you free. But at those words a bolt  of
fear stabbed through Rebecca's soul. She had told the truth, but she wasn't
free.
Lisa wiggled out of her gown. Her eyes were as hungry as a predator's.  "
You said you wanted to taste my pussy."
It was Lisa's first time with  another girl. While Gwen wasn't into girls,
Lisa was. And it showed. Rebecca  found it much different with someone who
enjoyed it.  Who got off on it.  Putting her through her paces.
First Lisa sat on the toilet like Gwen had.  Relaxing. Enjoying. Then she
pushed Rebecca down to her back and sat on her face  until the poor woman
gasped for air. Then she crouched down a little under a  foot separated her sex
from Rebecca's tongue. She stuck out her tongue, thinking  Lisa would move
back down.  When she didn't she tried to bring her head up  crunching. Her
stomach trembling...she was almost there. Lisa smiling down at  her.
"What are you waiting for?" Lisa said. "Lick me. You've got me so hot."
Rebecca struggled up. Finally she made it. Licking. Sucking. Flash. Flash -
 more pictures were taken. Then Rebecca moved once again. She turned around
 making Rebecca lick her from behind. Flash. A picture. And then three.
Made her  lick her from the bottom. From the top. Made her lean against the
toilet, her  head hanging up over the bowl and lick her. "Oh like that. Like
that. Faster."  Lisa said.
Poor Rebecca. It was a terribly uncomfortable position to be in.  The bowl
cut into her back. She was forced to hold her head up with her neck  muscles
because the seat was up. Her hair dangled into the water below. She
flicked her tongue faster. Faster. Eager for this to be over. And there was  Gwen,
always with the infernal camera in her face. Flash. Flash. Jesus.  God.
"Fuck. Fuck." Lisa gasped, hips pumping, coming, her fingers pinching  the
older woman's nipples like a vice.
Finally over. Or so Rebecca  thought.
But then Lisa made her get up and pose for more pictures.
"Show  me those little perkies," Lisa ordered.
Blushing Rebecca lifted up her pert  plums. Flash flash. More pictures.
Then Lisa took her glasses from her bag,  put them on and made a show of
looking for Rebecca's breasts. "Where are they?"  Flash. Another humiliating
picture.
Rebecca wanted to crawl into a hole. At  least until Lisa bent down and
suckled on Rebecca's hard nipples, sending bolts  of electricity through her
body.
"Now, let's see that pussy." Lisa  ordered.
And Rebecca was made to get on the floor and spread her legs. Like a
whore.
Flash. Flash. The camera recording her every humiliation.
"Let's  see inside." Lisa said.
Rebecca was made to part her lips.
"One finger  from each hand." Lisa said. "I want you to stick them in and
pull that little  cherry apart. I want to see inside."
"Please....no" Rebecca begged. This was  too much.
"You want me to show these pictures to Mrs. Stone?" Lisa said. "Or  your
fiancée?"
God no. An index finger was inserted into her dripping pussy.  And then
another.
She rocked back as she spread her legs. Then she pulled  apart.
Flash. Flash.
"This is disgusting." Gwen said, taking another  picture and wrinkling her
nose in distaste.
"I like disgusting," Lisa said.  "Get a picture of her insides."
Flash. Flash.
"Now turn over." Lisa said.  "On your hands and knees."
"Good girl."
"Kiss my feet."
"Put my toe in  your mouth."
When would it end? Rebecca took the big toe in her mouth and  sucked.
"You've been a good girl, haven't you."
"Yes."
"You've done  everything I've asked."
"Yes."
"Would you like a  reward?"
"Yes."
"Would you like me to fuck you with this handle?" Lisa  held up the brush.
The handle had ridges to grip. It was quite big  around.
"Yes please," Rebecca said. Despite her mistreatment. She was hot as  a
firecracker. She needed it.
"Spread your legs like a good slut."
Rebecca  spread her legs and arched her back. She needed it now. Wanted it.
She had  endured so much. She deserved this.
Lisa was happy to oblige.
"Damn  you're tight." Lisa said, working the handle into Rebecca's hot
pussy.
"Your  fiancée - he do this to you?"
"No." God no. But Rebecca had to admit each and  every ridge of that
handle was delightful. Opening her over and over again with  each ridge. So big.
So hard.
"Thanks. Gwen." Lisa said. "Hand me my camera  back."
Gwen looked at it reluctantly. She owed Lisa a favor, but with this
evidence she could not only have Rebecca on a string, but Lisa as  well.
"Don't worry," Lisa said. "I'll be sure she will be your chaperone
anytime you need her. Anytime. Anywhere. A pet chaperone."
Gwen wasn't  interested in women sexually. But it would be nice to have a
chaperone - a pet  chaperone. She handed the camera over and left the
bathroom.  It was thick  with musk and she was ready to get out. More than ready to
find Brad  again.
"And now you," Lisa said, turning her attention to Rebecca. "I'll have  a
little pet too, now won't I?"
Lisa pulled the handle from Rebecca's sex and  pushed only and inch in. In
and out. Teasing her.
"Yes." Rebecca  admitted.
"These pictures, they could ruin you couldn't they?"
"Yes.": God  yes.
"How old did you say you were?"
"29"
"God this is so hot." Lisa  said. "I want you to dump your boyfriend."
Not boyfriend. Fiancée. The scene  went through her mind. The dinner. Then
ring in the champagne glass. He asked.  She said yes. She had even booked a
church and minister. Was looking at dresses  just last week. But last week
felt like ages ago.
"Please don't." Rebecca  begged.
"Should I send him some pictures?" Lisa asked.
"Okay. I'll - I'll  do it." Rebecca had no choice. She should feel like
crying.
Yet all she felt  was hotter and hotter.
"Besides, you're going to be too busy being my  girlfriend." Lisa
continued. "But we can't see each other if people find out you  are so old. Oh, I
know we'll do.  You'll tell people you are my little  college girl, won't
you?"
God, Rebecca remembering high school. Remembered  being jealous of one of
her friends who dates a mature college freshman. Now she  was the freshman.
Only she had graduated college years ago.
"And you are  going to have to start dressing different," Lisa said. "No
more business clothes  ... if you are going to be my college girl, you are
going to have to start  dressing like one."
"I think you can imagine what I like." Lisa said. "Short  tight. So very
tight."
And by then she had the whole handle in. Fucking her.  In and out. Long
smooth strokes. Wet sounds echoed from the tile walls.
"You  going to cum for me? Cuming little slut. My little college tease."
Rebecca  thrust back. Taking it all the way. Coming so hard. Quaking in her
 soul.
Afterwards Lisa took Rebecca back out to the party and introduced her  to
her friends. She was much more in control.
"Hi everyone," Rebecca said to  a group of girls. "Have you met my
girlfriend Becky? Isn't she a doll?"
"Hi  Becky!" the girls introduced themselves.
It was awkward for Rebecca. She  hated being called Becky, always had, and
now she was not able to do anything  about it. She could feel their eyes
judging her.  Wondering why she was  with this young high school girl.
"She goes to college." Lisa volunteered.  "Don't you pet?"
"Yes." Rebecca blushed. Especially at being called pet.  These girls must
surely be wondering who was in control in this  relationship.
Lisa picked up an empty cup and dropped it on the floor.
"Oops!" Rebecca said. "Pick that up for me, will you pet?"
Rebecca wanted  to tell her no. Wanted to have the choice. But the
pictures.
Cheeks  blushing, she bent down and picked up the cup and handed it back to
Lisa.   She could feel the other girls staring. She could feel her own
stock dropping  while Lisa's was rising.
"Thank you pet," Lisa said, then pulled the older  woman in for a
smoldering kiss. Then she took her by the hand and led her to the  dance floor.
"I think you ran off the last time we danced," Lisa said. "That  wasn't
very nice, was it pet?"
"No," Rebecca whispered.
"I want you to do  it over again." Lisa said. "Now where were we?"
"Standing right here,"  Rebecca said. "Your knee was between my thighs."
"Then put it  back."
Before Lisa had instigated. Had pushed her knee in between Rebecca's
thighs. Had rocked against her. Gyrated with her. This time, she made Rebecca do
the work and she didn't make it easy.
Rebecca moved in close, her hand on the  back of Lisa's thigh. She extended
it, then waddled forward, mounting it. Rocked  on it. Back and forth. Oh
God. She was growing wet. So wet. And Lisa moved her  leg back, turned to the
side, snapping her fingers, her eyes in another  direction. Not even making
eye contact.
But her leg was still out. Lisa moved  back in front of her. Snapping her
fingers. Trying not to be quite so obvious as  she mounted Lisa's thigh.
Rocking on it. Working it. Getting worked by it. Her  breathing grew labored.
Lisa smiled. And then moved again.
This time Rebecca  gave a groan of dismay and growing frustration. She was
having a hard time not  being obvious. She wanted Lisa. Wanted to dance with
her. Needed it. People were  beginning to notice. She moved back in front
of Lisa again.  Moved in  close. Put her arms around her. She took Lisa's
hand within her own.  Then  reached back. Earlier she had taken those hands and
moved them. Tried to control  them. This time she placed them on her ass.
Moved the knee between her thighs.  Rubbed against it. Moved her own between
Lisa's. Felt the girl's hot sex.
"Please," Rebecca begged.
"The shoe's on the other foot now, isn't it  pet?" Lisa smiled, her hands
taking a firm grip of the smooth round bottom.
"Yes." Rebecca whispered. A small moan escaped her lips. She kissed Lisa.
Sucked on the girl's plump lower lip.
She knew people were watching.  Watching her ride Lisa's knee. Watching
this young girl maul her firm ass  through the thin material of her gown.
Watching even as she moved her hands  beneath the silken material and cupped bare
naked cheeks.
"Oh God," Rebecca  moaned.
She rode the knee wedged up between her thighs. Working herself on  it. It
was slick now. Making it easier to slide on. Back and forth. Lisa was
moving against her to. It was hard to stand. Her knees grew weak. A tingling
started at her feet and moved up her legs. Higher and higher until it centered
there between her thighs. A hot burst of pleasure shooting through her sex.
 Holding Lisa tight. Groaning and moaning in time to the music. It was one
of the  best orgasms of her life and Lisa's too.
After the party, they dropped Lisa  off. Rebecca changed clothes in the car
and she drove Gwen back to Mrs.  Stone's.
"Did you have fun cousin?" Gwen asked as they walked back to the  house.
"Yes." Rebecca admitted.
"Good." Gwen said. "I sure had fun. Brad  fucked me crazy. And I think
Lisa gave you a run for your money, didn't  she?"
"Yes."
And then they were inside the large house. Gwen slammed the  door shut.
"Mom," Gwen screamed. "I hope you are happy Mom! Your little  bitch fucked
up my Homecoming night!"
"Did you have a nice night," Mrs. Stone  asked pleasantly...ignoring her
daughter's outburst.
"It was horrible!" Gwen  shouted, taking off her pumps and throwing them
at the wall. "She wouldn't leave  me alone. She wouldn't even give me enough
privacy to talk to Brad in the car!  She said I fucking shouldn't be alone
with him."
"Oh you poor thing," Mrs.  Stone said. "Rebecca, you were supposed to
chaperone my daughter. Not stalk the  poor thing. I have half a mind to fire you
right now."
"Come her dear and  give mommy a hug," Mrs. Stone opened up her arms and
hugged her daughter.  Patting the girls back. "There there..."
Gwen shortly went upstairs. Rebecca  couldn't believe her ears. Why wasn't
Mrs.
Stone supporting her. Then she  was ushered out the front door.
"You did good tonight Rebecca. Matter of  fact, I may use you again." Mrs.
Stone said. "Here's a little bonus for  you."
She handed the younger woman twenty bucks. Rebecca took the money.  Twenty
dollars. She had lost her fiancée tonight. Had been spanked.  Humiliated.
Blackmailed. Fucked. Make to suck. Enslaved by an eighteen  year old high
school girl. All for twenty dollars. Her hands trembled and so did  her knees.
"See you Monday morning," Mrs. Stone said.
She would be a  little surprised at what she saw on Monday. Lisa had made
plans for Rebecca  already. She was coming over this weekend and taking her
shopping.  Out  with the old and in with the new. Good bye professional
business clothes and  hello short tight college pet clothes. Even for work. God,
what would she do?
Rebecca sat down in her car and turned it on. She undid her the top button
of her professional pants and the zipper. She worked them down and tossed
them  in the passenger floorboard. She wasn't wearing panties. She put the
car in gear  and pulled away. She took her phone from her purse and hit
speed-dial.
"I've  taken off my pants. Just like you said." Rebecca said.
"That's my pet," Lisa  said. "From now on you're either in short skirts
nothing.
Is that  clear?"
"Yes Lisa."
"Rub it." Lisa said. "But don't get in an  accident."
Moving her hand down , eager fingers quickly found her waiting  button. She
began to stroke it.
"And no coming without permission," Lisa  said. "Is that clear pet?"
"Mmmmm- yes Lisa."
"Good night pet," Lisa  said.
"Good night Lisa." And Rebecca drove to her new life.