Chapter 15
Valerie
For a long moment I could only stare. I could only stare at those obscene panties, my mind reeling.
The front was innocent enough—delicate white lace that might have been pretty in different circumstances.
But the back… there was nothing. Just thin strings to make leg holes that would leave everything completely exposed.
Heat flooded through my body—mortification and something else I didn’t want to name.
“I can’t,” I whispered. “Mrs. Chen, please, I can’t take my clothes off here… let alone…” I couldn’t even say put those on, because I knew the words would further conjure up the picture already forming in my head—the image I wanted so badly to get rid of.
“This tutorial will help you come to terms with your shame, Valerie.” Mrs. Chen’s voice remained calm, professional, as if we were discussing something perfectly ordinary. “And I need you to understand something important: you will probably never lose that shame completely.”
Never? I would feel this way forever? I had to push down a sob that threatened to rise from my chest to my throat.
“But that’s a very good thing,” she continued, setting the panties on her desk.
“A husband like yours values it tremendously. Your shame makes you even more firmly his cherished possession, because only he is allowed to enjoy your body with his manhood. Only he is allowed to overcome your modesty and put his penis inside you.”
I felt my face go scarlet. The frank way she said it—penis, as casually as if she’d said ‘hand’ or ‘voice’—shocked me to my core.
But even as mortification crashed through me, I felt the truth of her words resonating in my chest. Chris did value my innocence, my embarrassment.
I’d seen it in his eyes every time I blushed, every time I stammered out sir with my face burning.
“If… if my shame is good,” I managed, my voice shaking, “then why do I have to undress here? In your office?”
Mrs. Chen folded her hands on her desk. “Because your husband wants you to learn to please him despite your shame. Right now, Chris has given me authority over you. He’s entrusted me to help train you properly for your conjugal duties.”
Train. There was that word again.
“Would you prefer I call him again?” Mrs. Chen’s hand moved toward her phone. “Would you like Chris to come here and punish you until you obey?”
“No!” The word burst out of me. The thought of Chris arriving, of what he might do… how he might punish me in front of Mrs. Chen—
“Then I think you need to realize something, Valerie.” Mrs. Chen’s voice remained perfectly even.
“You don’t have a choice, where obeying me—as your husband’s delegate—is concerned.
You’re going to put on these panties, or you’re going to be punished until you do.
Those are your only options. Thinking of it in those terms may help. ”
My hands trembled in my lap. Between my legs, that shameful warmth pulsed stronger.
No choice. I couldn’t get out of it. I would put on the mortifying underwear whether I liked it or not.
Mrs. Chen picked up the panties again, holding them so I could see clearly.
“These are designed specifically for brides like you. The lack of a back serves an important purpose—it will make you constantly conscious of the availability of your vagina, and especially of your anus, to the man who knows you’re wearing them. ”
A small sound escaped my throat—half whimper, half something I didn’t want to examine.
“Why… why…” I stammered. “I mean… why… especially?”
A tiny smile played on Mrs. Chen’s lips.
“Girls like you—girls with a combination of deep modesty and an even deeper need to submit—have a very particular relationship to their bottoms,” she said, her words flowing slowly but inexorably.
Oh, no. I swallowed so hard it hurt. Before that moment I would never, ever have thought about myself in those terms. But…
But hadn’t Chris already proved to me that I had a very particular relationship to my bottom? And didn’t my reaction to the shameful panties, which would leave my hind cheeks bare, show the mortifying truth of Mrs. Chen’s words?
“Stand up,” Mrs. Chen said quietly. “Undress for me now.”
My body moved before my mind could catch up. I stood on shaking legs, my fingers going to the buttons of my blouse. Each one felt impossible, my hands trembling so badly I could barely manage them.
The blouse fell away. Then my bra—modest white cotton that suddenly felt like armor I was being forced to shed. My skirt. My slip.
I stood in just my panties—the plain white briefs that covered me completely—and hesitated.
“Everything,” Mrs. Chen said.
I pushed them down with a sob catching in my throat, stepping out of them.
The cool air of the office hit my bare skin, and I wanted to cover myself but couldn’t make my hands move.
I stood there completely naked in front of this woman I barely knew, in a professional office, in the middle of the day.
Mrs. Chen held out the backless panties. “Put these on.”
I took them with numb fingers and stepped into them. The lace front settled into place, but when I felt the strings around the backs of my thighs, just below my cheeks—felt how completely exposed my bottom was—I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“Good girl,” Mrs. Chen said. “Now walk around my office. I want you to feel how those panties display you. Think about Chris. Think about how he’ll feel when he sees you wearing them—when he knows your pussy and your anus are completely available to him.”
I took a step, then another. Every movement made me hyperaware of my nakedness, of how the panties somehow made me feel more exposed than being completely nude. I realized that the lace front did almost nothing to hide the smooth, waxed slit of my virgin pussy.
And worse—so much worse—I could feel myself getting wet.
“Keep walking,” Mrs. Chen instructed. “Think about your husband’s cock. Think about how he’s going to use the openness of your new panties to have you without even needing to take down your underwear.”
A whimper escaped me. My nipples had gone hard. Between my legs, I could feel slickness gathering.
“You’re the kind of young woman who has understood for a long time that her bottom is the place where she needs to learn her most important lessons.” Mrs. Chen spoke in a low, soft voice that almost seemed like a dark spell.
I shook my head, and a little whining sound came from my throat. Tears stung my eyes.
“The spankings you get from your husband—the whippings, even—they teach you to give him his way, as nature intended. When he decides that his way is to put his manhood in your bottom, to punish you or to train you or simply to enjoy your tightest orifice, you will spread your buttocks at his command and learn what it is to be a submissive bride.”
“No… no… no,” I whispered, but Mrs. Chen didn’t seem to hear me. Instead, she opened a desk drawer and pulled out something small—a white plastic device about the size of my thumb.
“This is a vibrator,” she said, showing it to me. “Lie down on the couch, face down.”
“Mrs. Chen, please—”
“Now, Valerie.”
I moved to the leather couch against the wall and lowered myself onto it, my face pressing into the cushions. The position left my bare bottom raised, completely exposed in those obscene panties.
I heard Mrs. Chen approach. Then I felt her hand on mine, pressing something into my palm. Suddenly it started to buzz; she must have pressed a button on it somewhere.
“Hold this against yourself,” she instructed. “Between your legs. Press it against your clitoris through the lace.”
With trembling hands, I obeyed. The moment the vibrator touched me, even through the fabric, I gasped.
“Now move your hips,” she commanded. “Pretend you’re being taken by your husband. Imagine Chris’s manhood pushing into you from behind, exactly like I’m sure he’s described to you. Move like a wife who’s learning to please her husband’s penis.”
I couldn’t. I couldn’t do something so shameful, so—
“Do it, or I call him right now.”
A sob tore from my throat as I began to move.
My hips rocked against my hand, the vibrator alive in my fingers’ slippery grasp, and the pleasure that shot through me was overwhelming.
The humming sensation, the friction, the way my exposed bottom felt displayed in the air—it all combined into something I couldn’t fight.
I moved faster, my breathing becoming ragged. The pleasure built and built, my whole body tensing toward release. I was going to come. Right here in Mrs. Chen’s office, humping a vibrator while she watched—
“Stop.”
The command cut through my haze. Mrs. Chen pulled the vibrator away from me, and I cried out in frustration.
“You should never orgasm without your husband’s permission,” she said firmly. “That’s one important lesson you need to learn today. Your pleasure belongs to him. He decides when you get to come.”
I lay there trembling, my body screaming with unfulfilled need, tears streaming down my face. Between my legs I throbbed with an ache so intense it bordered on pain.
“Sit up,” Mrs. Chen said.
I pushed myself up on shaking arms, unable to meet her eyes.
“Your husband will be expecting you at your parents’ house,” she said, checking her watch. “You may get dressed now and go there. But you’ll keep these panties on under your clothes. And when you get home with Chris, you’re going to show him what you learned here today.”
I stared at Mrs. Chen, my whole body trembling. The shameful panties felt like they were burning against my skin, a constant reminder of what I’d just done—of how my body had responded to her instructions.
“Go now,” she said, her tone dismissive. “Your husband is waiting.”