
{ASSM}NEW: Nanny3: Back to School 12/14 (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC
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Part 12

*****

The lock to the restroom quietly turned and the door silently
opened.  A short stocky woman in the navy-blue uniform of the
mall's security team cautiously remained in the doorway.  She had
neatly cut very short blue-black hair surrounding her square face
with its no-nonsense look.  Only the twinkling brown eyes told of
the humor that existed within.  Standing there, it was obvious
that the woman was someone who was used to being obeyed.  On the
nametag over her prominent left breast was only a single word,
'Valentine.'

Her stocky form moved with the grace of an athlete as she lightly
walked towards the center of the large empty room.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!?!?!," the woman yelled.  Yet
there was no anger in her voice, only amusement.  The elderly
janitor was a favorite of hers and this was one of her assigned
places for cleaning.  "Martha, you old coot, where are you?"

The room was silent, which was not surprising as the Martha had
forgotten to leave the door unlocked again and no one was able to
use it.  Still, it always paid to be a little cautious before
deeming a place safe for the public (bless them!).  The woman
carefully looked over the silent room, impressed as always at how
immaculate the restroom was after Martha was finished with it.

She was about to turn and leave when a soft moan made her stop.

"Hello?" she called loudly.  "Is anyone here?"

Again a soft moan could be heard.  There was something in the
intriguing voice which really got to her.  It wasn't the voice of
someone in trouble.  It was a feminine, even sexual sound. 
Regardless of what it was, she had to check on it to make sure
that someone was not actually in trouble.  She turned and started
walking silently on her heavy rubber-soled shoes towards the far
stall where the sounds were coming from.  It was when she saw the
bare legs and feet under the closed door that she broke into a
heavy run.

She stopped directly in front of the stall, took a quick breath
to calm herself in preparation for whatever horror which might
lie within, and pulled open the door.

It was a naked woman!

"What the...?" she said.  "Miss, are you all right?"

The naked woman was sitting bent over on the commode's closed
lid, her elbows on her knees, with her face hidden in her hands.
From what she could see of the woman's back and sides, she was
very pretty.  Odd though.  There was something familiar about
those very cute hips and the heavy mane of now mussed golden
hair.  But it couldn't be!  

"Athena??  Is that you?"

Athena Valentine suddenly realized she was not alone.  She
glanced up and was surprised to find herself looking directly
into the plain honest face of her favorite first cousin, Sophie
Valentine.

"Oh!  Cousin Sophie!" Athena cried happily.  Her nudity
forgotten, she stood and threw her arms around her equally
surprised cousin.

"Whoa!  Easy there, Cousin,' said Sophie as she regained her
footing.  Athena had almost pushed her completely off her feet. 
"I'm happy to see you, too."

"W-what are you doing here?" said the now openly weeping Athena
as she tightly hugged the smaller woman. 

"I was about to ask you the same question."

"Well, I was...I was..."

"There, there, Cousin.  It's okay, whatever it is.  We can fix
it."

"What are you doing here, Sophie?"

"I work here, remember?  Security?  I run the Security
Department.  Anyway, we've had reports from all over the mall
about some damn female streaker running around, and the security
cameras lost her in this wing.  Then Martha forgets to leave the
restroom unlocked after cleaning and here I am.  But what are you
doing here?  And where's Martha?  Did you meet her?  I can't
believe the old coot just left you in here.  And where in hell
are your clothes?"

"I...I... Never mind.  It's a long story.  Could you get me
something to wear, please?"

"What about Martha?  You must have seen her!"

Athena looked down at the floor and blushed a deep red.  Oh, God!
 How could she admit that it was her the old woman saw!  She
looked up again but could not look her inquisitive cousin in the
eyes.  "There...there was someone cleaning, but I...I hid from
whoever it was.  They never saw me."

"Sure, cousin.  Uh, let me phone in.  I'll be right back.  Oh,
you had better wait in one of the stalls.  Don't want anyone
calling the police."

Athena waited calmly in her old stall for Sophie to return.  She
remembered how she and her older cousin had spent some wonderful
summers together.  Sophie was always dragging her away from her
books and out into the world for some innocent fun, until Sophie
finished school and joined a security firm, and Athena was left
alone with her books once again.

Athena was jerked from her memories when something long flew over
the door landed on the stall floor.  It was a raincoat!

"Oh!  Sophie!  You're a saint.  Thank you!  Thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah.  Let's go already!"

The long semi-transparent black plastic raincoat covered her
completely from neck to ankles, and Athena felt wonderful, even
if it did feel strange on her bare skin.  She fastened every
button, because after her long enforced nudity she wanted to feel
as protected as possible.

She stepped out of the stall and looked shyly at her cousin.

"Much better!" lied Sophie Valentine.  Actually, she preferred it
when her beautiful cousin was naked, but this would do.  The thin
smoky material of the raincoat did nothing to hide the fact that
Athena was completely nude underneath, and in fact displayed the
breath-taking body underneath in considerable detail.

They left the restroom and entered the mall.

Blissfully unaware of the raincoat's shortcomings as a covering,
Athena walked the halls with supreme confidence.  The strange
looks and quiet gasps from the passing patrons bothered her not
at all.  She assumed that they were reacting to was the presence
of a Superior Woman.

Yet it was all a lie.  The reporter felt anything but confident.
She was disturbed, terribly disturbed by what was happening
within her.  The subtle movements of her nude body for once
bothered her not at all.  In fact, she gloried in the guilty
pleasure of her slightly bouncing  breasts, the feel of the cool
mall air on her naked pussy, the electric rubbing of her thighs.
"Oh God!" she thought horrified.  "I'm turning myself on!"

She stopped and took a deep breath.  What was happening to her? 
She felt so strange.  She could not ever remember feeling this
way before.  In spite of her mind-numbing fatigue, Athena's body
was incredibly alive, and bizarrely hungry for sensual pleasures.
 She had never felt more ready for sex in her life.  How could
she be so hungry, after all that had happened to her lately, she
had no idea.  She felt so confused!  She was burning up inside
and had no idea about how to put the fires out!  It was as if her
encounter with the old cleaner had pushed her across a secret
threshold which existed deep inside of her, and now she could
barely control the constant if strange cravings of her traitorous
body.  Her heart was pounding wildly, her racing blood sang in
her ears, yet she was doing nothing more than walking with her
cousin.

Athena had the horrible feeling that if anyone made the slightest
gesture that they wanted her, Tara, Stephanie, Trisha, even if it
was old Martha the cleaning lady, at their first touch she would
immediately lay down, spread her legs, and scream hysterically,
"Take Me!!  Take Me!!"

She couldn't go on like this.  She would go mad!  This insanity
must end.  She must conquer herself, otherwise she was lost! 
Today was supposed to be her day of absolute victory.  For once
she was to be the one in total control.  It was only a high
school full of children.  Yet here she was, freshly shaven (oh
God! Tara! Where was she?) and wearing only a borrowed raincoat
because she stupidly lost all of her clothes again.

"I am not a slut," Athena muttered to herself as she rubbed her
thighs together without thinking.  "I am not a slut.  I'm the one
in control here.  I am in control!"

"What did you say?"

"Er, nothing."

"Are you all right?  You look a little flustered."

"I'm...I'm fine."

"I suppose you need a lift to your apartment."

"Yes, please.  But first I must get my prom things."

"'Prom things'?  You're kidding?  Didn't you finish high school
some four years ago?"

"Yes, I did.  Sophie, I'm with The Free Press now.  Actually,
I'm...I'm on assignment for the paper, but no one is suppose to
know about it.  Not the family, not anyone.  I'm...well, I'm
undercover."

"Without cover is more like it!  But what happened to your
clothes?  Why are you naked in my mall?"

"I...I lost them.  Look, it's...it's nothing to concern yourself
over.  This happens to me all the time whenever I'm on
assignment."

"Those must be some assignments."

"OH!" gasped Athena.  She jumped as Sophie, to lighten her
cousin's strange mood, playfully slapped her tender right
buttock.  She had forgotten how physical Sophie could become
whenever they were together.  Oh, God!  She almost collapsed at
the wonderful feel of the woman's hand on her behind!  

"Sophie!" Athena pleaded weakly.  "P-please be careful!  I'm a
little sore there."  

"Cousin, what have you been up to?" laughed Sophie as she
helpfully massaged the bruised area.  

"Why?"  Athena suddenly felt faint.  Sophie's hand was driving
her crazy!  Her bottom, now highly sensitized after a full day of
spanking and touching, felt like it was glowing under her
cousin's casual touch.  It was all she could think about. 
"W-what do you mean?" she finally muttered, without the faintest
idea of what they were talking about.

Sophie looked at her relative in stunned disbelief.  The
beautiful Athena normally squealed like a nervous schoolgirl
whenever she was touched.  Now her hand was all over that
unbelievable ass, and Athena hardly voiced a protest.  Finding
her at the mall, very naked, was odd enough, but this was
absolutely weird!  Sophie looked at her cousin in a new light. 
She had been trying to get into her cute pants for years, but
without success.  In fact, Sophie  sometimes wondered if Athena
was even been aware of the various attempts she had made over the
years in trying to overcome her younger cousin's ironclad virtue.
 Knowing the virtuous Athena as she did, the girl probably did
not even know that people were capably of such sneaky behavior!

But now!  My God!  Athena was radiating what could only be
described as a 'fuck me' attitude.  Her entire look, her posture,
everything, said, "Take me!  My body is yours!"  What the hell
had happened to her?

As they continued to stand in the wide store-lined hall, Sophie
looked with concern at Athena's large blue eyes, normally
sparkling with intelligence and humor, now dull and vacant,
showing only an insatiable longing.  "Poor kid," she thought.  "I
wonder what your day has been like?"

But the hand on that perfect butt was now acting with a mind of
its own.  It was not roaming over the firm curves  out of
playfulness anymore.  The now sweating hand wanted her.  Sophie
was overwhelmed with need for this beautiful woman beside her. 
Sophie wanted her, wanted her stunning cousin so badly she could
taste it.  Although truly worried about her relative, Sophie was
keenly aware of the fantastic nude body that was just underneath
the thin plastic, so ripe, so ready.  What would happen if she
took advantage of a relative, her own first cousin, who was in
this condition?  She was obviously not herself.  What could
happen to her if she used this opportunity to finally get at her?
 Burn in Hell?  Lose her job?  Cut off from the family?  Okay, it
would be worth it!

And so Athena Valentine once again inadvertently caused yet
another woman to risk professional suicide over her!

Having made her decision, Sophie thought feverishly for the
quickest way to implement it.  When the dazed Athena
unconsciously pushed her hips back onto the deadly hand, Sophie
almost shouted with joy!  Now, everything suddenly seemed
possible.  Sophie had no idea what was going on with her
beautiful cousin, but she knew there was nothing on this Earth
that would keep her from taking advantage of this astonishing
opportunity.

The mall around Athena suddenly began spinning.  Her behind was
glowing from the wonderful touching.  Her tired clouded mind was
no longer sure who was touching her, she only knew that she
wanted it to go on and on!

Sophie realized that people were beginning to stare more and more
at them.  Damn!  They needed to find someplace private, and
fast!

"Where are we going?" Sophie asked.

"W-what?"

"Athena, what store?  Who has your prom things?"

"Prom?  Uh, what prom?"

"Give me a break!  The prom you are going to tonight!"

The increasingly bewildered Athena couldn't think of anything but
that glorious hand on her behind.  Finally her glazed eyes caught
a colorful advertisement, a photo of an exotic well-dressed young
woman behind a glass display case.  Over the case was a store's
name, a name the sounded vaguely familiar to the dazed reporter.
It troubled her that she couldn't remember something so simple,
like what she was planning on doing tonight.  The hand continued
its rubbing and she wanted to purr under its touch. 
Purr...prom...plantation?  That's it!

"Oh, that prom.  I remember...it's...uh...it's the Bountiful
Plantation.  That's the store.  Bountiful Plantation."

"That figures.  The most expensive place here.  Come on, cousin.
Let's go."

Sophie Valentine, after joyfully giving Athena's left buttock a
final loving squeeze, moved her sturdy arm around her cousin's
slender waist and they started quickly walking through themall.

"Where...where are we going?"

"To get your things, of course," a wildly grinning Sophie
replied.  "To get all of your things!"

"Oh," said a vaguely disappointed Athena.  No one was touching
her behind any more.  How sad.

*****

From behind the counter, the sales girl looked moodily at the
blank page on her sketchpad.  She was alone, and had been for
some time.  High prices and exotic designs had all but guaranteed
the Bountiful Plantation to be a place not overly filled with
customers.  In fact, it was rare to have more than one or two
visitors in a single evening.  The store was really a place for
custom designs, each customer lovingly measured and fitted, but
the owners were off to an opera and Rebecca was left to fend for
herself tonight.

To while away the time, Rebecca had taken to drawing.  At first
it was just quick sketches of her employers and customers, but as
time went on her drawings had become increasingly erotic.  Her
characters were slowly becoming engaged in the most astonishing
of activities.  Whenever she got up the nerve to show her friends
or employers the sketches, they had been very supportive of her
efforts, and could not wait to see more.  Some had even suggested
that she should publish them, but Rebecca was not at all sure the
world was ready for what could only be called serious lesbian
erotic art involving ordinary housewives playing around.  No
way.

A soft tone sounded from under the counter.  "Customer time," she
said.

Rebecca looked up from her sketchpad but her usual friendly
greeting died on her lips.  Instead of a customer coming through
the door was the astonishing sight of the stocky head of mall
security guiding a stunning young blonde who was wearing only a
transparent full-length raincoat directly towards her.  Rebecca's
mouth suddenly went dry.

"Ahhh... Can I help you?" she finally managed to blurt out.

Sophie brought Athena to the front of the counter.  "Hi, Rebecca.
 You alone tonight?"

"Yes, Chief.  It's "A Night At The Opera" for everyone but me."

"Good.  This is Miss Valentine, first name 'Athena'.  She should
have a dress for pickup today."

"Yes, I have it here.  It's a beautiful gown, with all the..."

"Okay!  Enough already!  We don't have time for a sales pitch. 
Paid for?"

"Yes."

"Thank God for that," muttered Sophie.  "Look, we need to give it
one last fitting."

"What?  But she has already...!"

"Never mind about that.  We want to try everything on one last
time."

"If you insist.  The changing rooms are over there..."

"I know where they are.  Oh, Miss Valentine here had an accident
in the Food Court and needs something to wear.  Pick her out some
stuff, will you, and put it on her account.  I'm sure you have
her sizes around here someplace."  

"Yes, I can do that.  Is everything all right, Chief?  You seem
really edgy."

"Edgy?!?  Who the fuck are you calling edgy?" Sophie yelled.  Her
mind was filled with Athena.  She didn't have the time or
patience for anything else!  Sophie grabbed the garment bag with
one hand and her dazed cousin in the other and stormed off to the
changing rooms while yelling over her right shoulder, "I AM NOT
EDGY!!!"

"Never mind," Rebecca said smoothly to the departing pair.  She
wondered what was it about the store that made everyone who came
into it completely insane.

*****

Sophie looked at the narrow corridor.  There were three louvered
doors on each side, each painted a different color.  She quickly
hustled Athena into the room on the far right.  Its walls and
carpet were the same color as the door, hot pink.  It was a
little small for what she had in mind, but it would be
sufficient.  Sophie did not want to risk damaging the expensive
gown during the fun to come, so she dashed out and hung up the
bag in the baby blue room across the hall.

Sophie returned and, with trembling hands, began to unbutton her
cousin's raincoat.

"Sophie?"

"Yes, Athena."

"What are you doing?"

"Getting you out of this raincoat.  You look a little...hot."

"Oh."

Carefully pulling aside the now unfastened panels, Sophie openly
drank in her cousin's golden body.  She wanted to sob, it was so
tight, so tanned, so perfect, so hers!  The high-set tits with
their bullet nipples (she's excited, the dear), the well-toned
torso with ribs shiny with sweat, the flat tummy with its deep
navel, the lovely indented waist over that delicate hairless cunt
that looked very wet, the pert heart-shaped behind with its
delicious curves, sculptured legs that would make any model
proud, and finally shapely ankles and feet, all of it topped by a
mane of thick golden hair and a face to die for with its large
blue eyes, chiseled features, and very kissable lips.

"Finally," Sophie whispered in awe as she pulled the raincoat
from her cousin's smooth shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
"Finally."

"Chief?  Hey, Chief!  Where the fuck are you?  Come in, will you?
 We gotta emergency!  Over."

Sophie looked around in shock.  What was that?

"Chief?  Chief?  For Christ's sake come in!"

She glanced down and finally noticed the noise was coming from
her radio!  "I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!!!" she raged to the
ceiling.

"Chief?  Are you there, Chief?"

Sophie Valentine, the consummate professional, took a deep
breath, gave her lush nude relative one last forlorn look, and
picked up her radio.

"WHAT?!?!  And stop swearing over the net, dipshit!"

"Oh, sorry, Chief.  But the security alarm just went off in
Ronald's Jewelry!!"

"Oh, shit!  Contact everyone.  Use the "Wild Things are in the
pool" code over the sound system, then make sure 911 has it."

"You think it's real this time?"

"How the Hell do I know?  Just do it!"

"Roger that."

Sophie prepared to dash from the room, then remembered her naked
cousin.  "Shit!  Shit!  Shit!"

She pulled thin nylon restrains from her utility belt, then
fastened Athena's wrists in front of her.

"What...?  Oh!  What's going on?"

"Sorry, cousin," Sophie said as she draped Athena's wrists by the
connecting strap over the room's clothes hook located high up on
the wall opposite the door.  Athena was so stretched she could
only touch the carpeted floor with the balls of her feet.  "But
this is for your own good.  Can't have you running around like
that.  Might scare the civilians."

"But...but...!"

"Don't worry.  You'll be safe here," Sophie said and ran from the
small changing room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"But...but..." sputtered Athena in utter bewilderment as she
looked over her shoulder for her departed cousin.  "What about
me?"

"I'll be right back!" Sophie shouted as she charged down the
hall.

Entering the store, she raced towards the exit to the mall. 
Going past the counter, Sophie yelled to the bored salesgirl, "My
friend will be using the changing room until I get back, so stay
out of there!"

"Yeah, sure."

Athena, totally bewildered, looked around the small empty room. 
"Sophie?  Sophie?"  She listened to the quiet for a moment, then
said softly, "Help?  Help??"

*****

Cassandra and Maggie stood before the entrance to  Bountiful
Plantation.

"I don't remember seeing this place here before.  Must be new,"
said Cassandra.

"You think she's in there?" asked Maggie.

"Well, we've tried just about everywhere else in the mall."

"She's your mother."

"It's not my fault we can't find her," complained Cassandra.

"She must be somewhere.  Don't you know the places she likes to
shop at?"

"Clothes.  She loves shopping for clothes."

"There's a surprise.  And guess what they sell here!"

"Clothes?"

"Very good."

"Looks kind of expensive, though."

"Even better.  We're sure to find her now."

They entered the open front of the store and wandered through the
full racks, staring up at the fine clothes on display.  

"Wow.  Look at this stuff," said Maggie.

"Pretty.  Think we'll ever have dresses like these?"

"You kidding?  We're made for this!  Just need to fill out a bit,
that's all."  

"I don't see her here," a worried Cassandra said.

"Don't get nervous.  We'll find her.  Hey, why don't we try the
changing rooms?"

"That's right.  She might be there.  Er, where are they?"

"The doorway with the curtain over it.  That has to be it."

"You sure?"

"What have we got to lose?"

"They get kind of excited when you go wandering into those places
without wanting to try something on."

"It's okay.  The places is practically deserted.  They'll never
know."

The two friends went over to the covered doorway, then stopped
directly in front.

"Maggie, you sure about this?"

"Cassandra!  I'm sure!  I'm sure!"

"What about the salesgirl?"

"She's doing something behind the counter.  She doesn't even know
we're here."

"Okay, but if we get into trouble...!"

"We wont!  We wont!"

Maggie pulled aside the curtain and walked in, followed closely
by Cassandra who quickly closed it again behind her.  They were
in a narrow hall, along each wall of which were three colored
doors.

"Mrs. Marcus?" softly called Maggie.

"Mom?" softly called Cassandra.

"You take left, and I'll take right," said Maggie.

"Why should you get right?"

"What?!?!"

"Why should you get right?  Why can't I get it?"

"You're kidding, right?  Okay, okay.  You take the right!"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome.  Now can we find your mother?"

They worked their way quickly through the empty rooms.  Maggie
was looking through a clothes bag she found in a room of baby
blue when a high-pitched "EEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!" cut through her like
a knife.  She knew immediately that something had scared
Cassandra.  The young girl's scream, once heard, was never
forgotten.

She dashed from the room to find Cassandra standing in the
doorway of the room opposite and excitedly pointing at something
on the wall.

"It's her!  It's her!" Cassandra cried.

Maggie looked past her friend to see a naked woman hanging from
the wall.  "What the fuck?"

Cassandra looked at Maggie friend in horror.  "Oh, you
potty-mouth.  You said the 'F' word."

"Cassandra!  Now is not the time for that, okay?  So, who is
she?"

"It's her!  It's Tara's friend.  It's Miss Whipped Cream!"

"You're kidding!"  Maggie carefully stepped closer to have a look
at the woman's face which was pressed against the wall.  "No, you
aren't kidding either.  My God!  It is her!"

"Told you!  Told you!"

"Okay then, smarty pants.  What's she doing here?"

"Her eyes are closed.  Looks like she's sleeping."

"No, I mean what is she doing here?"

"I don't know.  I just know who it is."

"Great."

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is.  She is very beautiful.  Nice tan, too."

"But with a tan like that why should her...ah...her bottom be
kind of red?"

"I don't know.  More of a light pink, really, but still you could
be right.  Sunburn?"

"Just on her bottom?"

"Rash?"

"Eeeewwwww!"

"Okay, forget the rash."

"Maybe it's sore?"

"What?  A sore bottom?  Oh, come on."

"No, really.  What if it's just a little sore."

"Cassandra!  How could she get a sore bottom?"

"Well, maybe like this."  Cassandra rushed behind the helpless
reporter, swung her opened right hand against Athena's firm left
buttock (Smack!), and jumped back.

"Wow!  Did you see that?" gasped Maggie.  "How it shook?"

"Cool," said a grinning Cassandra.  "I think she jumped a
little."

"Uh-oh.  You thinks she's awake?"

"No way.  She would have said something."

"Let me check.  Nope.  Eyes are still closed.  Must be asleep."

"There's one way to find out."

Smack!

"Hey, it was my turn next."

"Sorry, Maggie."

"Besides, you're not doing it right.  Should be like this." 

Smack!  Smack!

"Cheater!"

"Who went out of turn?"

"Who did it twice?"

"Look, Cassandra.  There's one for each of us."

"Okay, that's fair."

"You take the right and I'll take the left."

"Why should I..."

"Just pick one, okay?  I'll take the other one."

"Thank you."

"F-word!"

"What?"

"Never mind.  Ready?"

"What's the goal?"

"What?"

"What's the goal?"

"Cassandra!"

"What's the goal?"

"Who ever reaches 20 first, wins.  Happy?"

"Thank you."

"S-word!!"

"Oh, you said..."

"Ready?  On your mark, get set, GO!"

Athena's tender buttocks were suddenly assaulted by a fusillade
of hands!  "OH!!"

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

Ever since she heard the little girls' voices in the hallway she
had pretended to be asleep.  The last thing she wanted was to
meet those two again, considering what happened when they had met
before at Tara's.  It was only because of Tara's mother that she
managed to escape them!

Oh God!  Now they were attacking her again!

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

"Stop it!  Stop it!" she cried, unable to keep quiet any longer.
Athena twisted frantically but was unable to protect her poor
behind.

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

Unable to take it any longer, Athena Valentine hung limply from
the clothes hook and started to cry.  "Whaaa!" she wailed, tears
rolling down her cheeks, her buttocks burning.  Why was everyone
always picking on her?  "Whaaa!"

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

"Whaaaaa! <sob> Whaaaaa!"  Athena was devastated.  It was so
humiliating, being reduced to helpless tears by these children. 
Yet she was feeling so excited right now!  Each smack was causing
her breasts to move against the wall, dragging her erect nipples
across the dimpled surface.  It was lovely!  And her pussy!  Her
pussy was so tingly, so ready!  Why did she want to cum in the
worst way?  What was the matter with her?

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

Abruptly, the spanking of Athena Valentine stopped.  The only
sounds were the satisfied panting from the little girls, and the
quiet sobbing of Athena.

"Ha!" cried a triumphant Cassandra.  "I'm first!"

"You are not," said Maggie.  "I reached 20 long before youdid."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"I was just waiting for you to catch up, slow poke."

"Were not!"

"Were too!"

"Were..."

"What is going on here?"

"Oh, hi Mom."

"Hi, Mrs. Marcus."

"What are you two up to now?"

"Nothing," both girls blurted.

"The girl out front said she heard crying."

"Crying?  What crying?" asked Cassandra.

"No crying here," stated Maggie.

"I think you two had better wait for me by the counter."

"Yes, Mom."

"Yes, Mrs. Marcus."

"And don't wander!"

"See," said Cassandra with a great deal of satisfaction as they
left the room.  "I told you we'd get into trouble."

"Oh, shut up!" replied Maggie.

*****

"Now, what do we have here?"  Mrs. Marcus murmured.  She
carefully inspected the dangling Athena from left and right, top
to bottom.  "Oh, my!  It is you."

Realizing that her small tormentors were gone, Athena turned her
head to see who else was in the room with her.  Thank God!  It
was Tara's mother!

"Mrs. Marcus!  Thank God! It's you.  Please get me down from
here."

"Whoever did this really did an excellent job.  You can't get
down at all, can you?  No, I can see that you can't.  How
lovely."

"My...my cousin is head of mall security.  It was her."

"My compliments to your cousin."

"Please!  Please get me down from here.  My arms are so tired
and...  Oh my God!  Mrs. Marcus!  You're undressing!"

"Of course I am.  I have some ointment that will take the sting
out of your...bottom.   And I don't want to get any on me."

"Oh, of course not.  Thank you, but there really is no need for
you to go to such trouble.  If you could just..."

"Nonsense.  If those girls had any fun with you, then it is up to
me to make it right."

"But there really is no need...[SMACK!]  OW!!"

"You see, darling, it does sting, doesn't it?"

"Oww!  Yes it does!"

"Do you want it to sting any more?"

"NO!  Please, no more stings!"

"All right then.  Now just close your eyes, be quiet, and let me
work."

Athena did as she was told.  She heard the rustle of clothing,
then the sound of a plastic shopping bag being opened, followed
by the opening of various boxes and the occasional small metal
click of what sounded like a fastener, all the while accompanied
by a very contented humming.  She felt so strange hanging like
this, very naked and helpless, in front of Tara's mother.  At
least it was Mrs. Marcus, a responsible adult, and not someone
like her terrible daughters who might take advantage of her.

"Oh!" gasped Athena when she felt something cool being applied
onto the wounded flesh of her right buttock.

"You know, one thing I like about this mall is all of the
specialty shops so discretely tucked away.  There is one in
particular that I truly like.  It has such interesting things. 
You're lucky, because I've just come from there."

The cool substance continued to spread over the firm curved
surface, and Athena could feel its healing effects almost
immediately.  The terrible embarrassment at having someone touch
her naked behind quickly vanished as the soothing cream did its
work.  It felt wonderful.  All of the pain and burning were
disappearing as if they had never been.

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Marcus," Athena gushed as she stuck out her
behind to make it easier for the woman.  "That feelswonderful."

"You are welcome, honey." 
Athena welcomed the cream as it covered her entire behind, only
squirming when Mrs. Marcus insisted on applying it between her
ass cheeks and even heavily over her puckered anus. 

"You never know when it might come in handy," a confused Athena
heard her explain.

And naturally, having done that, the woman insisted on continuing
to apply the soothing cream right between her legs and onto her
feverish pussy.  

"Oh, my!" gasped the shocked Athena at the unexpected touch. 
"Are you...[a-ha]...sure you...[ohmyGod]...should be putting
it...there?"

"Why ever not?  You know, this cream has many properties, some of
which may surprise you," Mrs. Marcus casually explained as her
gooey fingers explored every exquisite detail of Athena
Valentine's unprotected shaven sex.

"Ooooohhhhh," Athena moaned helplessly as the knowledgeable
fingers teased and probed, teased and probed.  After five minutes
she had been transformed into a limp rag, lost to everything
except what was happening between her legs.  Her blood was racing
through her wildly beating heat, her clouded mind only asking for
more.  At first the reporter had worried at her sudden loss of
control because of some innocent touching in the application of a
first-aid cream, but that had quickly passed.  Athena was now
living only for the moment.

Mrs. Marcus slyly sought out the tiny erect clit.  Gently she
moved the hood back and delicately pinched it between thumb and
forefinger.  She immediately felt the girl stiffen and copious
amounts of hot girl-cum began to pulse onto her hand.

"AAHHHH," cried Athena as the sudden climax washed through her.

"Oops," said a smiling Mrs. Marcus.  "I'm sorry honey.  My
mistake."

Mrs. Marcus inspected her prey very carefully.  She saw with
approval the eyes dull with lust, felt how the rock-hard nipples
pressed painfully against the wall, noted the ragged breath, the
dripping cunt, the sweaty features.  The girl was ready.

"Honey, one of the things I forgot to mention was that this cream
has a special property, actually there are several, but this
particular property is absorbed through the skin and acts as, how
to say this, as an accelerator for certain sensations and
emotions.  You are probably feeling it now."

"Mmmmmmm," groaned Athena happily as Mrs. Marcus slipped her hand
in and out of the clasping, well-lubricated cunt.  Her entire
body was madly tingling!

"Oh, something else this cream does.  It also acts as a
lubricant!"

Mrs. Marcus guided the strap-on between the golden buttocks,
placing the soft head firmly on the vulnerable rosebud nesting
between them.  Holding Athena's hips in place with her hands,
Mrs. Marcus carefully moved her own hips forward.

"UUUUuhhhhhh!!!" groaned Athena as she felt a mysterious
intrusion in her ass.  A single ping of pain and something easily
slipped past her anus and continued  into her.  Her burning body
clasped at the intruder eagerly even as her dulled mind tried to
understand what was happening to her.

Mrs. Marcus gave the girl a few moments to become accustomed to
the dildo, then began working the soft rubber smoothly back and
forth in short movements.
She was in heaven! Rapture! How she loved to fuck these proud
schoolgirls in the ass!  It was what she lived for.

As the internal resistance lessened, the woman's stokes became
longer until the entire length of the dildo was disappearing
between Athena's quivering ass cheeks.

Athena's shattered mind was lost to the fucking she was
receiving.  The cream worked its insidious magic on her already
receptive body and she become white-hot in her passion.  Need was
all she knew now, a dangerous all-powerful need that had to be
fulfilled or she would die!

Her left hand began to squeeze her right breast, to pull and
twist the tormented nipple until she was ready to scream.  Her
right hand dived between her legs, to start rubbing furiously the
sopping cunt.


*****

Rebecca watched in stunned amazement on the small security
monitors located below the counter.  Normally she allow patrons
their privacy by keeping the monitors off, especially those
connected to the dressing rooms, knowing that it was all being
saved to tape anyway.   However, when the two little girls
wandered into the store she had turned all the monitors on.  No
telling what those kids were up to.

Her jaw dropped when she saw the naked Athena Valentine hanging
from a hook in the Pink Room.  It was the sexiest thing she had
ever seen!  She couldn't take her eyes off it.

It was when the other woman arrived that, totally fascinated, she
began to sketch on her pad the scene being played out before
her.

*****

Athena began to cum.  In her current state she hardly noticed at
first.  

When she saw the tormented senior stiffen, Mrs. Marcus smiled
grimly.  It only caused her to renew her efforts.  She wanted to
dive this haughty bitch who had given her darling Tara such a
hard time at school into the ground.  Athena's buttocks shook as
the angry mother slammed her mercilessly from behind.  

The climaxes began to run together, one after the other. 
Athena's mind, what was left of it, snapped and she screamed! 
She dropped her hands to her sides, unable to continue.  But her
tormentor from behind was more than ready to continue!  Her hips
slammed repeatedly into Athena's ass with, to Mrs. Marcus, a very
satisfying slapping sound.

Once again Athena screamed.  It was an animal sound of pure
satisfaction which came from the very depths of her soul.  The
final orgasm consumed her so completely there was nothing left
but an unconscious sweating body hanging limply from a clothes
hook.

Mrs. Marcus was pleased.

*****

End of Part 12


