The Seduction of Jean Johnson Ch. 02

However, despite Jean's evident compliance, this certainly was not the last time that Marian spanked her. It seemed that, despite her best intentions, Jean managed to do something wrong at least once a week. She didn't follow through on an assignment or she did something wrong when she did. She broke something or knocked something over. Occasionally, it seemed that Marian just felt like spanking her for no discernible reason. Whatever the cause, the spankings had the hoped for effect on Jean. She was still mortified by the entire experience, but gradually fought and squirmed less and, more importantly, worried less about the inevitable exposure. It still felt wrong to have her panties down and her bottom bare, but she no longer felt that she should have stopped it. Later, when Marian instructed her to remove them prior to a spanking, she meekly complied. Actually, that word "meekly" largely summed up the biggest change: Jean accepted Marian's dominance over her and submitted passively even when doing so seemed "wrong" according to her upbringing. The seduction was well under way. However, there was a limit, a point at which Jean felt compelled to hold the line. That point was reached just before Halloween.

Marian and her husband R. J. Simmons, or "Rob" for Robert, always had a large costume party on Halloween and Jean was expected to serve snacks and drinks. The problem arose when she was presented with a French maid costume, one worn previously by Judy at past parties. She was immediately scandalized when she tried on the dress and saw how scant the coverage would be, The skirt was short, at least five inches above the knee. With it went long fishnet hose and garter belt worn with a pair of ruffled panties. The top was very low-cut, designed to show considerable cleavage created by a built-in push-up bra. Judy had been somewhat larger than Jean and, while the waist and hips weren't too bad, her breasts rested on top of the bra rather than in it. The result – if Jean bent over, the stiff skirt rose up, presenting, at the least, a view of her thighs, and the top fell away, permitting her breasts to swing freely and visible right down to the nipples. There was no way that she could wear such an obscene costume before other people. In fact, she was embarrassed when Jim saw her and she was surprised that he didn't share her total aversion to wearing it. Actually, he said, "Boy you look cute and sexy," a comment that angered (and secretly pleased) her.

Oddly enough, Marian used almost the same words when Jean marched over to show her how impossible it was for her to wear it to the party. She was even reluctant to let Marian see her, but had to prove her point. To her dismay, Marian focused solely of the physical problems, e.g. taking in the waist and hips, and seeing what they could do to tighten the top. From Jean's point of view, she missed the real problem completely. "Good heavens, Marian, I can't wear something like this in public! The skirt's at least eight inches too short and the top would show too much of my breasts regardless of how much it could be tightened! I'm embarrassed to see myself in the mirror – only a tramp would wear something lit this!"

This, of course, was not the most gracious way of expressing her opinion, particularly since Marian had selected the costume in the first place and obviously liked it, but Jean was not in the mood to be conciliatory. She raged on about how unsuitable and how vulgar the outfit was and how she wouldn't be caught dead in it. As she raged on, she missed the signs of increasing annoyance in Marian's face, a face that soon took on the visage of a thundercloud ready for a lightning strike. Her menacing silence finally registered on Jean who suddenly became aware of the frigid atmosphere in the room. When her diatribe hesitantly came to a stop, Marian spoke.

"Now, young lady, I've heard enough of this! That costume in not vulgar, it is not obscene, it is not any of the other terms you have used in your tirade! That is a very nice, pretty outfit that is perfect for serving at our party – and, by damn, you're going to wear it or I'll know why not!"

"It is vulgar and I feel like a prostitute in it, that's why not! Anyone wearing this, flaunting their body, letting people see their breasts, showing their legs and even their panties....I don't know what to call them! There's no way on earth that I'm going to appear in public in it!"

The "conversation" went downhill from there. Finally, enraged, Marian shouted out, "I've heard enough of this. Get over to the bed, take off those panties and bend over!" Surprisingly, Jean did just that. Marian's anger cut through her own fury and, frightened by the consequences of her intemperate words, she did as she had been conditioned to do by the frequent spankings of the past two months. Suddenly, she saw the specter of being fired, losing her home and income and she regretted her vicious comments. However, despite this threatened doom, she simply could not bring herself to compromise her principles and her belief in things being either right or wrong – and this was wrong! She could, of course, have refused Marian's orders and the inevitable punishment and run back to her apartment, but she knew that doing so would bring that doom. Acquiescing was also not an option. She didn't know what to do, so she did nothing – except wait.

The wait wasn't long as Marian grabbed a bamboo rod, normally used to hold up a climbing plant, and brought it down on Jean's exposed bottom. As a switch, the rod was perfect, going through the air with a frightening swish, and landing with a sharp, penetrating splat, immediately eliciting a scream of agony. Involuntarily, Jean straightened up and put her hand on her burning hips. "Take your hands away and bend over, damn it! And spread your legs! Wider!" Responding without conscious thought, Jean dropped her head onto the bed and spread her legs wide, an act that prevented her from tensing her buttock muscles in an effort to minimize pain. Swish... smack... eeek... swish... smack... OW... swish... smack... STOP!... swish... smack... PLEASE! On and on, the blows rained down. Marian, in a frenzy of righteous anger, kept up a furious flow of words and commands. "You're going to wear that dress! Swish..smack...OW. Tell me you'll wear it! Swish...smack...eeek. Tell me! Swish...smack...I can't! On and on, Marian demanding, Jean refusing. Angry red welts crisscrossed the round mounds of Jean's hips, some on top of each other, some ending on the lips of her exposed cunt. The swish through the air was terrifying as she anticipated the inevitable smack followed by the shriek of pain forced out of her. The agony was intense and, afterwards, Jean could never explain, even to herself, why she didn't leap to her feet rather than staying there, bent over and exposed to the cruel rod. But she did!

Finally, it ended. The welts on Jean's bottom were swollen, livid and already having a purplish cast. Heat radiated outward from her skin while the throbbing ran throughout her body. With the bamboo rod held at her side, her arm tired, Marian asked, "Well, are you going to wear the dress or do you want me to start again? Or do you want to quit?"

Jean slumped down on the bed, sobbing pitifully, finally gasping out, "Oh, please, I can't stand anymore! Please don't make me do it. Please! Oh, it hurts so badly! Please! I just can't."

Marian looked down at her, impressed despite her anger, at the strength and resolve that permitted her to take that punishment and still not completely surrender. Now, however, she was begging, not demanding. Jean was a pitiful yet, oddly, an erotic sight. Her bottom, or as Marian said, her 'little ass," protruded up attractively despite the crosshatching of red welts, and her cunt was completely exposed, lips spread wide as if aroused. Obviously, thoughts of modesty were nonexistent and she made no effort, as she usually did after a spanking, to hide herself. Marian couldn't help but feel sympathy and, admittedly a bit of arousal, as she looked at the pitiful little figure, and finally said, "Ok, you think about it. Tomorrow morning, I want you here wearing that costume and we'll see about fixing it. If not, well, you know. Now, go over and change. We have a lot of work to do to get ready for the party." For Marian, this was a decisive event. Obviously, much of Jean's reservations about exposing herself to Marian had been banished by precious spankings and, now, by the brutal caning. If she conceded defeat here, seduction was much closer.

Still sobbing, both from pain and the crisis she was facing, Jean ran back to her apartment and flung herself down on the bed. The sobs turned into a flood of tears as she thought of what had happened and contemplated an impossible decision. Some time passed before she could force herself to her feet and remove the costume. Another wave of embarrassment swept through her as she realized that the ruffled panties were still on the floor in the main house. For the first time she fully realized just how exposed she had been – and another twinge of pain went through her cunt where the bamboo cane had hit. Trying to put that image out of her mind, she quickly dressed, wincing as she put on her oldest, softest panties under a loose, light weight skirt. Even those clothes rubbed and chafed as she moved, making her aware of her bottom at every step.

Moving gingerly and hesitancy, not knowing just how to act, she joined Marian in the living room. Surprisingly, Marian acted almost as if nothing had happened, making not even the slightest reference to their confrontation a short time ago. This somewhat restored Jean's equanimity and she plunged into the work as they prepared the house for the party. Obviously, the incident and the dreaded decision were always in the back of her mind (not too far back), and she, to a surprising extent, was able to join in the fun of decorating. It was only at the end of the preparation that Marian said anything about the caning. Jean, without thinking, dropped into a hard chair and, immediately, jumped up, giving a squeal of pain. Rather thoughtlessly, Marian asked, "Does it hurt that bad?" The silly question and the fire coming from her rear end, and the residual anger from the beating, caused Jean to flare up with uncustomary profanity, loudly saying, "God damn it, of course it hurts! You must have taken the skin completely off of my behind! I can't move without hurting!" Then, contrite at the vehemence of her explosion, she continued more softly, "It's really bad when I sit down, but I can stand it when I'm up."

Now it was Marian's turn show remorse, "I'm sorry it hurts so much, dear. Here, let's see." Amazingly, considering her normal shyness, Jean simply turned around and raised her skirt and Marian gently pulled her panties down. What was revealed was a pair of hips that looked almost as if she had sat down on a waffle iron. The welts were not that regular, of course, but every inch was covered. Marian was shocked at the appearance, realizing that she had been carried away and inflicted more damage than she had realized. "Stay there, Jean, and I'll get some cream that will help." Return, she commented, "This cream is for sunburns and has an anesthesia agent in it. Bend over the chair and I'll spread it on."

Like a robot, Jean did as ordered, presenting her bare hips to Marian's ministrations, immune, for the moment at least, from her aversion from being touched, particularly by a woman. Putting a large dollop of the cream in her hand, Marian gently spread it over the inflamed skin. "Boy, your little ass is really hot – this should feel good." It did feel very good, the cooling and anesthetizing agent quickly began to cut the radiating heat, bringing relief to Jean, but as the pain diminished, she became more conscious of the fact of her exposure. That exposure suddenly became much greater as Marian pulled her panties the rest of the way down and off, saying, "Spread your legs wider so I can see where else you need this." Jean shuffled her feet apart, opening herself to Marian's eyes. She presented an incredibly explicit demonstration of female anatomy, with everything from the anal opening in the back to the clitoris in the front visible. Marian had never seen such a display. Kneeling down at eye level, a foot away, absolutely nothing was hidden and she stared in fascination. She had seen Judy's cunt, of course, but never this clearly. Finally, she broke off her overall scrutinizing and focused on the damage she had wreaked. She saw that two or three welts extended right into the division of her bottom right up to the opening, itself. In addition, several direct hits on the cunt lips had caused obvious swelling.

Taking some of the anesthetizing cream on her fingertips, she carefully stroked the welts down between the cheeks, actually touching the hole several times. Then, she moved the fingers down onto Jean's cunt lips and spread cream over the swollen areas. As she did so, she couldn't help but notice that the lips were pulled back and that the internal areas were well lubricated.

This whole process was traumatic for Jean. As her legs spread, she became intensely aware that literally everything was on view, and her first reaction was to jerk back and conceal herself. If it hadn't been for the agonizing pain, she probably would have done so, particularly as she felt Marian's fingers touching her most intimate areas. However, the soothing cream on those fingers not only anesthetized the painful welts, it also, somehow sedated her aversion to being touched. On the contrary, the touches between her ass cheeks sent a funny feeling through her, a feeling that became more intense when Marian gently stroked her swollen cunt lips with the cream. Unbeknown to her, the stimulation from that gentle touch caused those signs of sexual arousal, the spreading of the lips and the lubrication. Of course, she would have been appalled and mortified if she had known, so it undoubtedly was better that Marian stood up at that point and drew her to her feet. "Ok, that should feel better. Now, I think we've done enough for today. You go rest for a while before Jim comes home. Remember, wear the costume over tomorrow morning and we'll see about taking it in." She just assumed that the issue was determined and, in general, she was very pleased with the entire episode.

Of course, she was right about Jean's decision. Jean really had little choice when she thought about it calmly. She finally rationalized the whole situation by convincing herself that she wouldn't be showing anything that wasn't on television or everywhere else anyway. She would just have to be very careful not to bend over. She felt much better the following morning although her bottom still hurt and her cunt was still tender. She had concealed her wounds from Jim the previous night to keep him from being concerned about her treatment by Marian, and fortunately, he was too tired to be interested in her cunt. As she dressed she remembered his comments the previous day, and as she looked in the mirror she was forced to admit that, aside from its lack of coverage, she did look very pretty. She suddenly realized that while she had considered herself to be pretty in the past, "sexy" was something new. It was a different thought and, she admitted, surprising herself, an interesting one.

They worked on the costume and were able to take in the surplus in the waist and hips, but their efforts on the top were less successful. Marian commented, "I guess you'll just have to careful about bending over. Keep your back straight and bend your knees. You really look pretty in that costume. You know, I always wanted to wear an outfit like that, but I'm just too big, too tall." She giggled and added, "In addition, my tits are just too big, too! I'd stick up way above the top!" Jean was surprised at that idea. She'd always envied tall women, particularly those with figures like Marian's. Clothes just seemed to be made for taller women. She also was continually surprised at Marian's expressions, like "tits," "ass" and "cunt," even occasionally, fuck, words that Jean knew but didn't feel that she should use. Marian, however, just used them and, somehow, made more proper words like breast, buttocks and vagina seem almost prissy. Like saying "sexual intercourse" rather than "screwing", a word that, surprisingly, Jean did use. Using "fucking" rather than "screwing" was inconceivable.

In any case, Halloween came and the guests filled the large living room, dressed in all manner of costumes. As she entered the room the first time, passing out snacks, she felt that every eye was on her. Slowly she realized that, in most cases, she was almost invisible, a part of the furniture, as the eyes passed right over her to other guests. Oddly enough, as time passed, she found her costume to be very comfortable as she got used to the short skirt. She felt "dressed up" at a party, acting as a character different from her usual conservative self. As that basically anonymous character, she began to enjoy herself, feeling much freer with her build-in inhibitions under control. She quit worrying about her skirt raising up to reveal her thighs as she offered drinks to seated guest, even, for the first time in her life, half hoping that someone would see. She became almost giddy at this first taste of semi-sexual freedom. At one point, when a couple sitting on a low couch reached for her drink tray, she bent right over, wondering if anyone behind her could see her ruffled panties. However, she, for the moment, forgot the loose top and non-restricting bra, and suddenly she woke up to the feeling of her breasts swinging free before the entranced stares of the guests. She straightened abruptly, almost spilling the tray of drinks, and, blushing furiously, turned away in a panic as her conservative self took command again. The rest of the evening went by in a haze as she rigidly held herself in a safe posture, averting her eyes, wondering each time she served someone if that person had seen something earlier.

She was relieved when the party was finally over and cleaning up began. Much could be left to the next day, of course, but not everything. Marian complimented her on how helpful and efficient she had been and Jean basked in the praise, putting her indiscretions behind her. However, she had one more faux pas to commit. Rob Simmons, who usually had no role in housekeeping, was straightening up the furniture and taking things to the kitchen. Engrossed in the cleaning up process, Jean was paying no attention, bending over to pick up plates, reaching down for discarded items and, in general, forgetting the "stay erect" strategy to preserve her modesty. As a result, Rob was treated to an excellent, and frequent, view of her bare thighs above the fishnet hose as well as the ruffled panties. Even better, from his point of view (literally), when she leaned down when facing him, both breasts were clearly visible, including both nipples. In fact, one time when she reached out and sideways as she bent over, one breast actually fell completely out of the dress. That she could hardly overlook and she straightened up abruptly, catching his eye focused on the exposed breast. He looked away immediately, of course, but the damage was done. Mortified and horribly embarrassed, Jean hurried with the rest of the cleanup, said goodnight and hurried out.

Later that night, Marian and Rob talked about the event, inevitably getting to Jean's role. Rob was quite animated when he talked of, "Seeing her tits as she bent over, particularly when one fell out. They really looked nice and firm – bigger than I expected for someone so small! Her legs looked very sexy too, especially when her skirt was up to her panties. I wonder how many other people got a look at her."