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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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SULTRY SPRING
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Chapter Two
�Auntie, that woman is looking at me,� I said.
My aunt turned her head and regarded the woman. The stranger was
tall, with a long mane of dark hair. Her eyes were bright. Yet her lashes
so full and dark that she seemed poised somehow between wakefulness
and sleep. She had large, slumbrous bosoms. They jutted from her figure
provocatively, yet beckoned, it seemed to me, for a head to nestle against
them, to find comfort upon them, to slip into sleep with them serving as
pillows.
�Perhaps she likes you,� my aunt said, turning her head away from
the woman. She plucked at the bikinis hanging before us.
�But auntie!� I said. I looked over my shoulder at the woman. Her
eyes were still upon me. I tugged at my bikini panties. They had become
wedged in my ass crack.
�How do you like that one? It looks very nice on you,� my aunt said.
�The panties are too small,� I answered.
�Well, try this one on then,� my aunt said. She drew another bikini
off the rack. She handed it to me.
�Auntie, that woman is looking at my bottom!� I said. My aunt turned
her head again. Like the woman, she was clothed, having not found a bikini
yet that she would like to try on. I stood with my cheeks huddling,
wishing we were shopping for hoop skirts instead of swim suits. Then the
woman could not admire my fanny.
�My niece says you like her,� my aunt said to the woman. I saw a
blush pass over the woman�s features. She came around a table piled high
with bikinis. She smiled, nervously.
�Your niece is very attractive,� the woman said.
�She is only 13,� my aunt answered. �Chloe, not that one. I don�t
want you walking around at the beach with zippers over your tits.�
�I like it,� I said. It was a black bikini. It was made of leather. It
had cups smaller even than the bikini bra I was wearing, and tiny panties.
Each bra cup sported a zipper and the panties had a zipper too.
�It looks very nice,� the woman agreed.
My aunt snorted. �She would get me arrested, wandering around a
public beach in that thing.�
�Perhaps it is to be worn in private,� the woman said.
�Auntie, let me try it on. Please?� I asked. I looked up at my aunt
with imploring eyes.
�Well, alright. But just for fun,� my aunt said. �We�re trying to get
a bikini that fits you for the BEACH, Chloe. That one looks like it belongs
in a nightclub act.�
I walked to the dressing room. I could feel the woman�s eyes on my
behind, as if sizing up my posterior, comparing it to some ideal.
�She is very pretty,� the woman said, to my aunt.
�Thank you,� my aunt said. �And what is your name?�
�Nadia,� the woman answered. I slipped into the dressing room and
pulled shut its curtain.
�Chloe, it is too small,� my aunt said, when I had put on the bikini,
and stood before her and the woman, showing it off.
�I like the zippers,� I said. I plucked at the one over my right breast.
�I�m not buying it,� Rebecca said. �I know you, Chloe. You�d wind up
wearing it at the beach.�
�No I wouldn�t, auntie,� I protested.
�She would wear a nice, modest bikini for me, going to the beach,
and the minute she could, she�d slip into that one,� Rebecca said to Nadia.
�Girls who are pretty like to show what they have,� Nadia answered.
�Turn around, Chloe, please? I should like to see how it looks on you from
behind.�
I turned. Rebelliously, I turned. I knew already, from looking in the
mirror in the dressing room, how it looked on me from behind. It was too
small. Smaller even than the previous bikini I�d been wearing. Yet I
sensed it was meant to be small. My ass was supposed to hang out of this
bikini.
I stood with my behind facing the woman. She said again, to my
aunt, how pretty I looked.
�It is as if she�s not wearing anything,� my aunt scoffed. �And those
zippers are an outrage.�
�I should like to buy it for her,� Nadia said to my aunt.
�Please, auntie?!� I cried. I tugged at the back of the swimsuit. It
was wedged in my ass. It was useless pulling on it, there was hardly any
seat to the panties at all.
�And what is the point of such generosity?� my aunt asked Nadia.
�I- I find her pretty, that�s all,� Nadia answered.
A woman was shopping near us, poking at the racks of bikinis.
Suddenly a bra fell to the floor.
�I�ll get it!� I said. Eagerly I walked forward and bent. The fullness
of my bottom displayed itself to my aunt and Nadia as I grabbed for the
bra. I picked it up. I gave it to the woman.
�Thank you,� the woman said.
�It�s way too small,� my aunt said of the bikini I was wearing.
�Nonetheless you will permit me to buy it for her?� Nadia said.
�It is up to you and Chloe,� Rebecca answered.
�Thank you, auntie,� I grinned.
We sat sipping tea. I wore my new bikini. I tugged at the zipper
over my nipple. I unzipped it a little. Nadia�s eyes flashed. She licked her
lips.
�Chloe, don�t unzip yourself,� my aunt scolded.
�I�m just seeing if the zippers work,� I said.
�Would you like more tea?� a young woman asked. We sat at the
front of the bikini shop, where passersby could peer at us through the shop
window. It was a clever form of advertising. The bikini shop employee
refilled our cups.
�Mmmm, it is a lovely day out, do you not think so? A little cool,
though,� Nadia said to my aunt. We watched a man walk past. He smiled
at us. His son, about eight, stared at me.
�Yes. It is very nice,� my aunt replied. �Chloe, please don�t unzip
yourself.�
�I�m not, auntie,� I said, though I was lying. I liked teasing with my
zippers, opening them just a little.
�She is precocious,� Nadia said.
�She�s a handful, and your buying her that bikini hasn�t helped any,�
my aunt said in a mildly accusing tone.
�I could be more helpful, if you wish,� Nadia said.
�Oh?� my aunt asked. She put her teacup to her lips and sipped, as if
not expecting an answer, thinking it only a repartee.
�Yes,� Nadia said. �I run a small school. For girls. I have three
other pupils. She would make the fourth. If you loaned her to me for a
month I believe I could greatly improve her disposition.�
�Oh?� my aunt asked. I looked up from my bra cup. My hand fell from
the zipper.
�Yes,� Nadia said. �Of course, there would be the matter of tuition.
Generally I charge $10,000 for a month of training. Finishing, you know.
But in your niece�s case, I would be willing to reduce my fee.�
�You are very generous,� my aunt said.
�She merits such generosity,� Nadia answered. �She is very pretty.�
�Auntie. I already go to school,� I said.
�This would be a special school,� Nadia said. �There is not any math
or science at my school. Instead, it is manners, and poise, and obedience.�
�She could use some of that,� my aunt laughed.
�Auntie!� I said. I blushed. Two teenage boys walked past the
window outside. They gawked at me.
�We are making a scene, sitting here, I�m afraid,� my aunt said.
�Auntie, I don�t want to go to school!� I whined. �It�s Saturday. All
my favorite cartoons are on!�
It was the next morning. I sat in my zippered bikini in front of the
T.V. I had spent the night sleeping in it, though the zippers had been
uncomfortable against my skin. I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
�Nadia�s school is open every day,� my aunt answered. �Chloe, did
you sleep in that?�
�Yes, auntie,� I replied. Jelly spilled out of the end of my sandwich
and fell onto my belly.
�Go upstairs and take a bath,� my aunt said. �Then put on something
decent. Her limo will be here to pick you up soon.�
�I don�t want to go, auntie,� I protested.
�Chloe, give me the freedom to be by myself for a little while,� my
aunt said. �It will be good for you to go to a finishing school. I went to
one when I was your age. It will only be for a month.�
�But--� I said.
�No arguing,� my aunt said. �She likes you. Let her teach you a few
things. There will only be a few girls there. You would do well to make
some friends your own age.�
I did as my aunt requested. I went upstairs. I took a bath and
changed into jeans and a t-shirt. I packed my bikini, because I knew Nadia
liked it. Perhaps I would tease her with it.
The limo arrived. My aunt kissed me goodbye. I waved to her from
the window of the limo as it drove me away. I was the sole passenger.
The driver told me through the car�s intercom that there was a coloring
book in a cabinet if I wished to have it.
�I�m too old to color,� I answered, sulkily.
�Suit yourself,� he said.
Outside, it began to rain. I pressed my face to the glass of the
limo�s side window and breathed upon it.
About a half hour later we arrived at Nadia�s estate. It was a large
home, surrounded by tall evergreens. The driver went up the drive and
pulled around on a circular drive to the front door. Above us a portico
loomed. The roof of the portico kept the rain from falling onto us as the
driver let me out of the car.
�Ah, Chloe,� Nadia said, as I came through the front door. She was
sitting on a leather sofa, reading a magazine. It was a fashion magazine.
She stood up. She smiled at me, warmly. I returned her smile. �Did you
have a pleasant ride?� she asked.
�Yes, Nadia,� I answered.
�Oh, you must not call me that while you are here,� Nadia said. I
looked at her, puzzled. �Here I am to be called Mistress,� Nadia said. �All
the girls call me that.� The driver excused himself, and slipped back out
through the front door. Nadia took my hand. �We shall also have to get you
a uniform, and a name for yourself,� she said.
�What do you mean?� I asked.
�Here every girl has a special uniform, and a name that matches her
best body part,� Nadia said. �It is, I admit, a bit racy, but we like it that
way. It helps pass the time, as we learn our lessons.�
We walked down a long, wood-paneled hall. Nadia held my hand, as if
I were a small child. I did not like it, particularly, but didn�t protest.
�Here is where you�ll be staying,� Nadia said. She led me into a room
with two bunk beds. �You�ll sleep with the other girls,� she said.
�I must have my bag,� I said, remembering my suitcase, still in the
limo.
�The driver will put it in the luggage room,� Nadia said. �You have
no need for it. Everything will be provided.�
�But--� I said.
�Now in your case, your name will reflect my favorite part of you,
though indeed all of your figure is exceptionally pretty,� Nadia said. She
squeezed my hand. She turned me slightly, and looked down at my jeans-
clad ass. �Yes, you will be Miss Bottom,� Nadia said.
�Miss--?� I asked. I could not bring myself to repeat the second
word.
�Yes. Miss Bottom. You will answer to that name, and call me
Mistress,� Nadia said.
I heard laughter. The patter of feet in the hall. �Oh, here come the
other girls!� Nadia said. �They saw the limo, I imagine.� Three girls
entered the room. The first to see me gasped, then smiled. They were all
naked, their hair wet, gasping as if fresh from a game, perhaps a game in a
swimming pool. �Girls, meet our newest pupil,� Nadia said. �Line up!
Greet her properly, in regulation order.�
The girls obeyed, swiftly. Despite their lack of clothing and their
wet, dripping figures, they stood in a line. One was a redhead, with a
splash of freckles on her white skin and huge, bouncy tits, despite a body
that was otherwise slim. The next girl, slightly younger in appearance,
was blonde, with a delicate hourglass figure. The last was younger than
myself, only perhaps 11. Due to her age she was almost all legs, her body
still undeveloped, save for a slight swelling of her chest.
�Miss Bottom, meet Miss Tit,� Nadia said, gesturing to the redhead.
�And also Miss Cunt,� she said, her hand taking in the blonde. �And last
but not least, our youngest pupil, Miss Legs. Have you ever seen such long
legs? How pretty she would look in Larry Flint�s Leg World, though he
would, I imagine, flinch from photographing her.�
I smiled. I could not help smiling, for the girls were all roughly my
age, and smiling at me. The redhead was the oldest, perhaps 15, and the
aforementioned Miss Legs the youngest, with Miss Cunt, blonde like
myself, about the same age as me.
�We also have special uniforms, specially tailored to show off your
best parts,� Nadia said. �I will have a tailor come round and measure you,
Chloe.� She laughed. �I mean, Miss Bottom.�
�Oh, is that her name?� the girl with the exceptionally long, thin
legs asked, giggling.
�Yes,� Nadia said.
�Then have her turn around, and pull down her pants, so we can see
it!� the redhead squealed.
�Oh, I do not wish to!� I said. But Nadia seized me by the shoulder
and spun me around. �Undo your pants, Chloe,� she said, still using my real
name. When my hands fumbled with the buttons, she undid them herself,
as if I were a girl in kindergarten. My jeans were pulled down and I found
myself in only my panties, my jeans at my knees.
�Get her undies down too,� the redhead implored Nadia.
�Yes,� Nadia said. I clutched at my panties but she tore them from
my fingers and yanked them to my knees. My bottom felt the cool air of
the room upon it.
�Oh, she has one that�s perfect for spanking,� Miss Cunt said.
�May I spank it?� Miss Legs asked.
�Perhaps,� Nadia answered. �But first she must be given her
uniform, and told the rules of our school. A girl cannot be punished if she
is not disobedient.�
�I hope she breaks all the rules,� the redhead said. I wondered at the
lustiness of her voice, and trembled.
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They are well behaved? he asked.
Mostly,� she replied. �Owing, in part, I believe, to their uniforms,
which make discipline very easy.�
�Ah yes. They are young and quick. It helps to be able to get at them
right off, before they can slip away,� he said. He sniffed the cognac I
served him. Then he put the glass to his lips. He drank. He watched the
redhead, whose name was Lynette, as she walked across the room. She
wore a uniform that left her breasts free. They wobbled as she walked.
She offered a cognac to a young man. He was 16. His name was Edward.
He wore a fine suit.
The older man, sipping his cognac, looked up at me.
�Do you like him?� he asked me.
�Mmmm?� I replied, still staring at Edward.
�I said do you like him?� the older man asked me.
�Y- Yes,� I said.
�He will be naked in a little while,� the man told me. �Perhaps you
will like him even more then.�
�Naked?� I gulped.
�He must be tortured, dear,� Nadia said to me. She drew close and
stroked my long hair with her fingers.
�Which one is this?� the man asked Nadia. He looked at my muff,
which my skirt, being little more than a peplum, left bare. I was not
permitted panties.
�This is Miss Bottom,� Nadia said to the man. He jerked his head
back and put a hand to my waist. He had me turn. I clutched at the drinks
tray in my hand.
�Ah yes. She has a nice one,� the man said. �Does her training
include whipping?�
�Of course,� Nadia said.
�Good,� the man said. �I should like to have at her before I leave.�
�B-But--� I stammered.
�Yes?� Nadia asked me. Her fingers continued to play in my hair.
�But I have not broken any rules,� I told her.
�Indeed,� she said. �And it is well that you have not, or I would
spank you right away. But this is why we invite gentlemen to share the
evenings with us, Chloe. I mean, Miss Bottom. They are not bound by the
same rules as we are. They may punish simply because they wish to.
There is no reason needed. Mr. Thomas admires your bottom, and wishes to
see it clench under the whip. That is reason enough, for a man.� She
smiled. �You will learn to be dutiful to men�s wishes here, Chloe.�
�You mean, Miss Bottom, do you not?� the man asked.
�Yes. Thank you,� Nadia said.
�If you cannot address her by her proper name, perhaps a sound
thrashing would help you,� the man suggested.
�Do you insist upon it?� Nadia asked.
�I�m afraid I must, if girls are not being called by their proper
names,� Mr. Thomas said.
We served drinks to Edward and listened with frightened ears as Mr.
Thomas punished Nadia in the room next door. We heard her scream. We
heard him laugh. At last they ended with grunts. When they re-entered
the room they were dressed as before, though Nadia�s hair was mussed.
The man sat down, but Nadia did not.
�Did you girls suck Edward�s cock while we were away?� Nadia
asked.
�No, mistress,� we answered in unison.
�Very good,� Nadia said. �In a little while he will be taken
downstairs, and made to confess all his sins. You will be able to admire
him then.�
We waited in our uniforms. We were in the basement, and I watched
the shadows play on the walls as the candles slowly burned. They were
scattered around the room, tall stalks of wax, our only source of light. Mr.
Thomas sat drinking cognac. When his glass became empty, one of us
refilled it. He seemed able to drink vast quantities of liquor, without
becoming noticeably drunk.
A door opened. Nadia entered. She held Edward by his arm. It was a
muscular arm, and her fingers looked small upon it. He was naked. We
breathed a collective sigh as we saw him. His penis stuck out from his
body. It was hard. His balls hung tight between his legs, eggs in a sac of
flesh.
�Ah, Edward,� Mr. Thomas said. He smiled. �I see you have prepared
yourself for your confession.�
�I have nothing to say,� Edward answered.
Mr. Thomas laughed. �Just like a runaway, isn�t he?� His eyes
flicked to Nadia, then back to Edward. �I agreed to take care of him, to
provide for him. All I ask in return is that he be honest with me.� Mr.
Thomas put down his cognac. He set it on a small wooden table beside the
chair he was sitting in. He reached into the pocket of the coat he was
wearing. From it, he drew a cigarette. �Does this look familiar, Edward?�
he asked.
Edward�s eyes widened. �I�ve never smoked,� he said.
�I should hope not,� Mr. Thomas said. �This is no ordinary cigarette,
Edward. It�s a clove cigarette. These things put holes in your lungs. I
feed you well, take you to the hospital when it�s required, and you repay
me by smoking this?�
�No,� Edward insisted.
I believed him, and blurted, �He�s telling the truth, Mr. Thomas!�
Everyone looked at me. Mr. Thomas frowned. Nadia tried to frown
but instead put a hand to her mouth and giggled.
�It is just a game,� I heard one of the girls say.
�Chloe, I believe,� Mr. Thomas addressed me. �Miss Bottom. Do you
require an explanation?� His eyes fell to my pussy and then lifted again
to my face. I put my hand over myself, over the place where my legs
joined.
�Chloe, do not cover yourself,� Nadia told me. �I mean, Miss
Bottom,� she added hastily.
�Miss Bottom,� Mr. Thomas said. �Allow me to explain. Edward is
indeed a runaway. And I made a deal with him. It was a hard bargain, but
he hadn�t eaten for three days, so he agreed.� Mr. Thomas flicked his eyes
to Edward, then back to me. �I agreed to feed him, and more than that. To
dress him in fine clothes, and introduce him to beautiful women. In return
for that he agreed to play this game with me, where he would �confess�, to
sins real and imagined. Tonight you will watch as Nadia and I torture
Edward. You may even be called upon to assist. It is a fine bargain, in my
opinion. I spend money on him, and all I ask for in return is his penis. And
some of his sperm, of course.�
Nadia smiled. Lynette giggled.
�If you would please lie down, Edward,� Nadia said. She nudged him
forward. There was a board lying between us. It lay on three trestles, to
which it was bound with rope. It was a makeshift table. There was a
pillow in the center of it. �Please lie with your hips on the pillow,
Edward,� Nadia told the young man.
�Alright,� Edward said. His eyes showed reluctance but at the same
time I could see he was excited by the closeness of Nadia�s body, and the
certainty that it would not just be Mr. Thomas who tortured him, but Nadia
as well.
�Would you like some cognac before you lie down?� Mr. Thomas asked
Edward. He lifted his glass.
�Take it, Edward,� Nadia told him.
Edward took the glass from Mr. Thomas� hands. He looked into it.
�I don�t have any germs,� Mr. Thomas assured him. Edward drank
from the glass. He handed it back to Mr. Thomas.
�Now lie down,� Nadia told him. �The table is hard but the pillow
will feel soft against your bottom.�
�It will make my cock stick up like a flag pole,� Edward protested.
�Such is life,� Mr. Thomas said.
Edward lay down on the table. He positioned himself so that his hips
rested on the pillow. It elevated his buttocks. His cock looked like a
rocket on a launch pad.
�Are you comfortable?� Nadia asked him.
�No,� Edward said. He squirmed on the table.
�What will happen?� I asked.
�Miss Bottom? Can�t you keep silent?� Mr. Thomas asked me.
�His cock will be made to suffer, dear. Until he confesses,� Nadia
told me. She walked to a shelf. It was fastened to the wall. It was a high
shelf, and I could not see what she reached for until she took it down.
�A feather!� Miss Legs, standing beside me, gasped.
�They are certainly talkative girls,� Mr. Thomas said.
�Perhaps you will have time to discipline them all before you leave,�
Nadia said.
�Edward is my first concern,� Mr. Thomas said. He rose from his
chair. �How are you doing, Edward?� he asked.
�Fine, sir,� Edward said.
�I hope you can say as much after your penis has been through its
paces,� Mr. Thomas said.
�That�s up to you, sir,� Edward answered.
�Indeed, I suppose it is,� Mr. Thomas said. �I am going to bind your
wrists, Edward. That way I shall have the freedom to do as I please. It
will help me be bold, and ensure that you confess.�
�You will be happier for it, afterward,� Nadia smiled at him. She
twirled the feather in her fingers. It was long. It was an Egret�s feather.
�I�m sure I won�t be,� Edward said.
�That is why I�m going to gag you also,� Mr. Thomas told him.
�And his legs. I don�t wish to be kicked,� Nadia said.
�Of course,� Mr. Thomas said.
They tortured him deep into the night. They used the feather, but
other things too: hot wax, which they applied slowly. A penis whip, which
they used to peel the wax off of him, after it dried. They concentrated
solely on his penis. Even his balls were left untouched. All of their
attention focused on his dick, and when he seemed about to spurt, they
would wait, watching him pulse in the candlelight, pausing until they
could proceed again as before.
Edward screamed into his gag. With pain, with frustration. It
became sodden with his saliva. His muscles tensed and strove as if he
were in a weight room, working out. But he was lying flat all the time,
resting, indeed, on a pillow.
At last, when he was beyond all thought, all emotion, reduced to
nothing but a hard, sore penis, they let him cum. He spurted into Mr.
Thomas� hands. The man laughed. �He is not even gay, and look how he
cums all over me!� Mr. Thomas said.
Nadia untied Edward after he�d spent. He got up with sore limbs, and
sore, depleted loins.
�You were very good, Edward,� Nadia said. She kissed him. He still
wore his gag. �Oh,� she said. She untied his gag.
�Do you have anything to confess?� Mr. Thomas asked Edward.
�Yes. My sperm is all over your hands,� Edward said.
�So it is,� Mr. Thomas answered. �That�s why we have four girls
here. Who needs a sink, and water, when they have such sweet tongues?�
It was revolting but, at Nadia�s insistence, Lynette and Miss Legs
and Miss Cunt and I licked Mr. Thomas clean.
After that he whipped me. Edward watched, and despite being sore,
he was so inspired by my suffering that he jerked himself off onto my hot,
throbbing bottom.
�Boys� sperm is good for spanked bottoms,� Nadia assured me.
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nadia- mistress
lynette-redhead
young man-edward
man-mr. thomas
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