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


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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 the mall.

"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 
you did."

"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 
feels wonderful."

"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
