A Work in Progress, Part Seven #18+, NSFW

My dear readers,

Thank you for continuing to follow our protagonist on her journey in submission. Your readership is great appreciated!

XOXO,

Nora

P.S. If you missed the first six segments, you might want to get caught up first…

A Work in Progress, Part One

A Work in Progress, Part Two

A Work in Progress, Part Three

A Work in Progress, Part Four

A Work in Progress, Part Five

A Work in Progress, Part Six

I slept soundly that night, lying safely in slumber between my mentors.  The sheer exhaustion from continuous adrenaline rush the night prior had worn me out, and I lay there dreaming, body quiet and still.  Anne-Marie and Grant awoke with the sun and left their girl under the silky sheets, sleeping peacefully, so that they might enjoy a private, steamy shower as husband and wife.  Had I been privy to the scene, I would have benefited seeing how Anne-Marie washed her husband’s body with such care, paying special attention to his manhood.  I would have also seen how a husband might thank a doting, submissive wife, scooping her up in his arms and making love to her against the glass until she came with wild abandon under the steamy spray. 

Fully sated, Anne-Marie returned to the bedroom to find their young charge still sleeping. She felt a twinge of annoyance that the girl wasn’t up yet, fetching her morning tea.  Imagine sleeping till this hour of the day when there were lessons to be learned!

She leaned over, pulled the sheet back and landed a well-placed smack on the girl’s naked behind to communicate her displeasure. 

My dream of Matthew and his formidable manhood nearing my lips suddenly evaporated as I felt the sting of Anne-Marie’s palm on unprotected skin.  I was quickly awake, pulling the sheet around me (as if that could protect me from her unyielding palm!), and looking up into the irritated face of a beautiful woman who was waiting to be served.  And my lady should never have to wait to be served.

Annoyed that her sleepy charge had yet to get moving, Anne-Marie reached down, tugged at the sheet again, and landed another firm swat to a bare thigh this time.

“Young lady, it is far past time to get yourself out of this bed.  Why, Grant and I have already had our shower and here you are, still lounging about in your night gown.  I suggest that you high-tail it into the kitchen and fetch us our morning beverages, young lady!”

Springing to action, not wishing to incur further chastisement, I quickly made my way to the kitchen but not before Anne-Marie planted a few more swats to the seat of my nightie.  I sailed past Grant who was lounging in the doorway, nude but for a towel precariously clinging to his hips.  I blushed heavily under his amused gaze.

After enjoying their morning beverages and light breakfast, Grant laid out his plans for the day.  First, we were to go shopping!  I have always loved to shop for the finest apparel, and Anne-Marie expressed similar sentiments, smiling at my exuberance. Grant sure knew how to make two ladies happy.  Following our indulgence for the finer things, our agenda included traveling to the country home of some dear friends, where we would spend our afternoon. The way Grant spoke of it, it sounded like we would be visiting a castle!  He winked at me when he mentioned it was complete with a dungeon, but I was fairly certain that was his attempt to be humorous.  I was on cloud nine as Anne-Marie showered and dressed me that morning, as had become our morning ritual.  As she brushed my long locks into submission, she warned me to be on my very best behavior that afternoon and I promised her I would.

“Good girls get rewarded, my girl,” she said, with a kiss to my cheek.  “And I am quite certain that you have learned what naughty girls get by now.” 

As the three of us walked out to the car, I turned my face toward the sunshine, closing my eyes and soaking in the warmth.  I felt blissfully happy and relaxed, and very much looking forward to the day with my guardians.  I was not even surprised when Grant confiscated both mine and Anne-Marie’s panties before allowing us in the car (how quickly we become accustomed to such wickedness!).  I watched as he bent Anne-Marie over the front seat, making quite the meal of slowing removing her panties.  As his fingers began to stray, I looked around nervously, wondering if passerbys were getting a show.  He slowly fucked her pussy with his fingers, and she pushed back against him, wantonly thrusting her hips for more. 

To my chagrin, I felt myself growing wet watching them.  With a firm smack to her bottom he pulled her back up into a standing position, kissing her firmly on the lips.  He then situated his wife in the front seat the way he liked her best…bare skin upon cold, stiff leather.  As he turned to me, staring into my eyes with that debaucherous gaze, he licked his wife’s juices from his fingers, savoring her taste.  I blushed and tried to look anywhere else, but I couldn’t resist the intensity that was Grant.  He laughed as he took me by the arm, bent me in half, and the exercise of removing a girl’s panties was repeated…though sadly, I didn’t get the benefit of straying fingers like my lady had.  I felt myself go beet red when he inspected my panties, noticing the effect of my arousal, winking at me as he put them in his pocket.  I was then installed into the backseat, skirt around my waist, as he locked my seatbelt into place, pulling it tightly around me.  

Grant pointed out landmarks of interest as he drove us to a lovely department store in the city.  Everything was so ornate and colorful!  I couldn’t stop smiling as I took it all in.  It had been so long since I had been shopping!  I could not wait to be turned loose amongst all the various fabrics, shades, and styles…feeling the different textures upon my skin.  Decadent department stores such as this one were few and far between where Matthew and I lived, and the staff appeared to instantly recognize Grant and Anne-Marie, fawning all over the both of them.  But, this was to be unlike any shopping trip this girl had ever known.

To start, I was not allowed to leave Anne-Marie’s side while we shopped!  The first time I wandered off, she retrieved me with a slap to the seat of my skirt and a stern lecture about staying close by.  I blushed furiously while other shoppers looked on in amusement as she marched me back to where Grant was waiting.  What was even more frustrating, however, was how the two of them were carrying on, as if I wasn’t even there!  It was all, “Oh, won’t our girl look so lovely in this shade, dear?” and “why this hemline ought to frame her thighs quite nicely, love!”, and of course anything that I suggested was merely passed over.  If that wasn’t enough to tolerate, I was absolutely mortified when taken into the dressing room with Anne-Marie.  Right in front of the clerk, with the door still open, Anne-Marie began to undress me.  While I was fairly used to her dressing me, and undressing me, I was not about to have it happen with an audience!  I am a grown woman!  As she began to remove my blouse, I found myself resisting her and pulling away.

“Young lady, behave yourself,” she told me in a stern tone.  Spinning me back round once again. 

I knew that tone, and I willed myself to comply… but surely, she couldn’t be serious?  Again, she attempted to remove my blouse and all I could see was that awful, nosy clerk just standing there ogling me!  Again, I found myself refusing my lady’s help. 

This time, Anne-Marie turned to the clerk and said, “Will you excuse us, please?”

Oh, thank goodness!  I was so relieved.

But my relief turned to dread as Anne-Marie closed the dressing room door behind her, a frown on her beautiful face.  She reached into her purse and drew out a heavy wooden hairbrush.   

“Get that skirt off right now,” she said in a tone that was not to be disobeyed, pointing at my skirt with that formidable brush.   

“Anne-Marie, please…” I managed to get out, before she spun me around, landing two quick smacks to the seat of my skirt with that brush.

Oh my, that hurts!

I quickly unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it, standing before her in only my blouse, garters, and stockings as Grant had confiscated my panties earlier.   

I tried to plead with her again, but she interrupted me by placing her finger to my lips. 

“You will bend over and touch your toes, young lady,” Anne-Marie told me quietly.  “You have earned a dozen and that should be plenty to remind you that you are here with us to learn submission.  If you continue to act up and embarrass me, I will march you right from this store and out to the car.  You had better believe that the spanking I will give you there will be far worse than the warning you are about the receive.” 

I frantically searched her face for leniency but there was none to be found.  I had blatantly disobeyed her in front of another and now there was a price to be paid. A painful, humiliating price.

I turned and slowly bent over, touching my toes.  My bare bottom was pointed toward the sky, framed in black garters and stockings.

She stood there, looking down on my bent frame.  I quivered before her, ashamed, and terrified of what was coming.

“You were sent to us to learn obedience, Nora,” she lectured, leaving me waiting in position, my bare behind (and my lady bits) presented to her.

“I’m sorry, Anne-Marie…” I began, but Anne-Marie was through with conversation.  Instead, she let her hairbrush deliver the rest of the lecture.  When she was finished, there were two perfectly round, apple-red circles on my bottom cheeks and tears in my eyes.  The loud smacks had echoed throughout the dressing room and there was to be no doubt by anyone in the vicinity that a naughty girl had just received her comeuppance.  Out near the entrance, Grant only smiled to himself, shaking his head.  His sweet wife sure was taking a firm hand with their girl. 

Anne-Marie allowed me to rise while she returned the hairbrush to her purse.  She dried my tears with a tissue and kissed me on the forehead.  Taking my hands, she said, “This doesn’t have to be so difficult, my sweet girl.  Just submit.  You will follow and I will lead.  Do you understand, darling?”

I nodded through the tears of my humiliating ordeal and made a vow to myself to be a good girl for the rest of the afternoon.  I knew that Matthew wanted me to please them and I really must try harder. 

Anne-Marie wasn’t quite done with my lesson, however. 

I was dressed and undressed like her little doll and paraded around the lounge area so that Grant might see what he would be purchasing for his young charge.  Anne-Marie issued all sorts of orders that afternoon, such as “touch your toes, dearest, let’s check the length of that hemline,” knowing full well that my freshly spanked bottom peeked out on occasion to anyone who happened to be looking.  What really took the cake though was when Anne-Marie paraded me out to the lounge, wearing an immodest lingerie set and high heels.

“Turn around, dear,” she instructed.  “Let Grant see the merchandise.”

Grant chuckled, and stated the obvious, “She certainly is blushing, my dear, on both ends!” This congratulatory statement was said as he pulled Anne-Marie into his embrace, kissing her long and hard.  I stood there awkwardly, looking anywhere but at the other patrons and the store clerks who were openly staring at the scene in front of them.  Grant and Anne-Marie were the most handsome couple, locked in a passionate embrace and there I was, blushing down to my toes, scantily clad.  I really couldn’t tell if the clerks felt sorry for me or if they were amused.  Either way, they let Grant and Anne-Marie have their fun.

When their kiss finally ended, Anne-Marie led me back to the dressing room.  She instructed me which dress I was to wear, and I was permitted nothing underneath but my stockings and garters.  Anne-Marie could sense my lingering shame and before we left the dressing room, she placed her finger under my chin, lifting my eyes to hers. 

“All is forgiven now, sweetheart.  Be a good girl and smile for me now,” this command from her was said gently and full of love.

I smiled at my lady, feeling a lightness in my heart as the shame of my transgression dissipated, and we walked out together hand in hand.  Grant smiled at his lovely duo and escorted his ladies to the car, packages in tow.  We made our way back to the beautiful countryside, leaving the city behind, and hurtling toward the home of their dear friends. As it turned out, Grant had not been exaggerating when he had described this home as a small castle.  We were ushered inside by a butler who suggested that the ladies “leave their things” in a small coat closet off the main entrance.  Anne-Marie pulled me inside and I was shocked as she removed her dress. 

“Strip down to your lingerie, Nora,” she ordered, standing there like a Goddess in her heels and jewelry.

This time, I obeyed immediately, but blushed heavily as we re-joined Grant.

Grant kissed his lovely wife, fondling her for a moment, before he turned to me and said, “I did warn you there was a dungeon, sweet girl.  Come, it is time to meet our friends.”

My heart pounded as Grant led Anne-Marie and I through the beautiful rooms and then down the dark, winding steps.  The room was filled with candles, and a handsome man stood by the bar, sipping a drink.  I gasped when I saw a beautiful, fully nude woman, suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, her body slowly spinning round.

Grant and Anne-Marie stood silently, hand in hand, watching me drink in the scene.

Grant stepped forward, placing his hand on the small of my back, and guided me to the bar.

“Alexander,” he said, shaking the man’s hand. “Let me introduce you to Nora, our work in progress, if you will, from overseas.”

I looked back at Grant as the handsome stranger took my hand, kissing it.  His stubble was rough against my skin.

“Nora,” Grant said, sternly.  “This is Alexander.  He is your host and you are to obey him in every way this evening.  Do you understand?”

I looked up at Alexander and saw a darkness in his eyes that frightened me.

“Let’s get this little one up on the table, shall we?  I’d like to get a better look.”

Alexander’s tone matched the darkness in his eyes.  Soon, his hands were around my waist and he lifted me as if I weighed nothing at all…

To be continued.