Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
A ndrea
Lila and Lydia looked at each other again, their expressions a mix of sympathy and resignation.
“To the associates,” Lila repeated softly, her hazel eyes meeting mine. “The men who work for Mr. Weathers in one way or another.”
I felt my brow furrow in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘work for him’? And… and what exactly does ‘available’ mean?” The words tumbled out in a rush, my voice rising slightly with each question.
Lydia took a deep breath, her auburn braid swinging slightly as she shook her head. “The associates are the men who work at the robofarm or at the feed store in town. They’re… well, they’re allowed to, um, use us. To help them relax.”
My eyes widened in shock, my mouth falling open. “ Use you? What… what does that mean exactly?” Even as I asked, a part of me knew the answer, dreaded hearing it spoken aloud.
Lila stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on my arm. “It’s part of Cato’s subservience system,” she explained, her voice low and soothing. “Devin’s associates are allowed to… to use his girls sexually. To help them unwind after a long day’s work.”
I felt the blood drain from my face, my legs suddenly weak beneath me. I sank down onto the edge of the bed, the patchwork quilt rough against my palms as I gripped it tightly. “Sexually?” I repeated, my voice barely audible. “You mean… they can just… just take you whenever they want?”
Lydia shook her head quickly. “No, no, it’s not like that,” she assured me. “There are rules. They’re not allowed to… to have sex with us. Not in our… our pussies or our, you know… our bottoms.” Her cheeks flushed pink as she spoke. “Those are reserved for accepted suitors and husbands.”
I blinked, trying to process this information, which I didn’t find reassuring in the slightest—especially the new part about accepted suitors . “Then… then what…?”
“They’re allowed to use our mouths,” Lila said softly, her eyes downcast. “For their pleasure. And if we refuse…” She trailed off, biting her lip.
“If we refuse, they’re allowed to spank us,” Lydia finished, her voice almost inaudible.
I sat there, stunned into silence. My mind reeled, trying to reconcile this information with everything I thought I knew about the world. It was barbaric, archaic, completely at odds with my beliefs about equality and bodily autonomy. And yet…
To my horror, I felt a flicker of heat low in my belly, a shameful tingle between my thighs. The image of being made to kneel in front of a man I had just met—as Carlos had made me kneel— of feeling his hand on my head, his hardness moving between my lips, seeking his release in my mouth… or of being bent over with my panties down to receive the reward of disobedience… the mental pictures sent a terribly unwelcome thrill through me. I shifted uncomfortably, crossing my legs tightly.
“This… this can’t be legal,” I stammered, desperately trying to focus on the logical part of my brain. “It’s… it’s assault. Coercion.”
Lila shook her head sadly. “The corporate laws changed everything, Andrea. Selecta has a lot of power now. And here in Cato, this is just how things are done.”
I looked from Lila to Lydia, searching their faces for any sign of distress or unhappiness. But all I saw was a calm acceptance, maybe even a hint of contentment. It made no sense.
“And you’re… okay with this?” I asked incredulously. “You don’t mind being used like… like objects?”
To my surprise, both girls blushed, exchanging shy looks.
“It was hard at first,” Lydia admitted. “But… there’s a certain freedom in it, you know? Not having to make decisions, just… serving. And some of the associates are quite handsome.” Her cheeks reddened further as she spoke.
Lila nodded in agreement. “It can be… arousing,” she whispered, not meeting my eyes. “Knowing you’re desired, that you’re pleasing someone…”
I felt my own face grow hot, that unwelcome heat between my thighs intensifying. This was insane. How could they possibly find this arousing? It was different from that thing that had happened with Carlos, because I had known him, right? How could I be feeling even a hint of excitement at the thought of being made to do it to a stranger?
“I… I can’t,” I said, shaking my head vehemently. “I won’t do it. They can’t make me.”
Lydia’s eyes widened in alarm. “Oh, Andrea, you mustn’t refuse,” she said urgently. “The punishment would be severe. And… and you might find you actually enjoy it, in time.”
I opened my mouth to protest further, but before I could speak, a sharp knock at the door made us all jump.
“Girls?” Greta’s voice called from the other side. “Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes. Andrea needs to be dressed and downstairs in twenty. Make sure she’s presentable. I’ll set the table tonight—Andrea, honey, so you know, that’s your job from tomorrow. You hear me, girls?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lila and Lydia chorused.
As Greta’s footsteps retreated down the hall, Lila turned to me with a sympathetic smile. “We’d better get you changed,” she said gently. “You don’t want to be late to dinner your first night.”
I nodded mutely, still reeling from everything I’d just learned. I expected Lila and Lydia to leave, then, so I could get changed, but to my surprise they merely stood there, looking at me.
“Go ahead and get undressed,” Lydia finally said. “We don’t have that much time.”
I frowned. “But… I mean, okay—I’ll see you when I’m ready?”
Lila shook her head. “Greta said we have to make sure, so we have to watch you change.”
I stared at Lila and Lydia in disbelief, my cheeks burning hot. “You… you want me to undress in front of you?” I stammered, wrapping my arms protectively around myself.
Lila nodded, her expression sympathetic but firm. “I know it’s uncomfortable at first, but it’s part of life here. We all had to get used to it.”
“But I…” I began, searching desperately for some way out of this mortifying situation.
Lydia cut me off gently. “Andrea, please. We don’t want to have to report you to Devin. Especially not on your first day, when you’re already in trouble.”
I felt my stomach clench at the reminder of my impending punishment. The thought of adding to it made me shudder. With trembling fingers, I reached for the top button of my blouse.
“That’s it,” Lila encouraged softly. “Just take them off quickly, like ripping off a Band-Aid.”
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to undo each button, hyperaware of Lila’s and Lydia’s eyes on me. As I shrugged the blouse off my shoulders, I felt goosebumps rise on my exposed skin.
“Now the skirt,” Lydia prompted gently.
With shaking hands, I unzipped my skirt and let it pool around my feet. Standing there in just my bra and panties, I felt more revealed than I ever had in my life. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to shield myself from their gaze.
“The rest too,” Lila said, her voice kind but leaving no room for argument. “Bra and panties. We wear a different kind of underwear here.”
I closed my eyes, willing myself to get through this. With a deep breath, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. As it fell away, I heard twin gasps from Lila and Lydia.
“Oh, my,” Lydia breathed. “Andrea, you’re… you’re stunning.”
I opened my eyes to see both girls staring at my chest, their eyes wide with a mixture of admiration and envy.
“Those breasts,” Lila murmured. “They’re so… so big and full. And those curves…” She gestured to my hips and waist.
I felt my face flame even hotter, if that was possible. I’d always been self-conscious about my figure—my large breasts and womanly hips that seemed out of place on my otherwise slender frame. Now, under their scrutiny, I felt more aware of my body than ever before.
“The associates are going to love you,” Lydia said, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. “I’m sure they’ll want to use you often.”
Lila nodded in agreement. “And with a figure like that, you’ll have an accepted suitor in no time at all. The men here appreciate a woman with real curves.”
Lydia had opened the top drawer of my new dresser and taken some white things out. She approached me, holding out a pair of plain white cotton panties and a matching bra. “Here,” she said softly. “These are your new undergarments.”
I took them hesitantly, the fabric feeling stiff and unfamiliar in my hands. The panties were high-waisted, covering far more than the bikini-style ones I was used to. The bra was equally modest, with wide straps and full coverage cups.
“Go ahead,” Lila urged gently. “Put them on.”
With a deep breath, I stepped into the panties, pulling them up over my hips. They felt confining, almost like a girdle. The waistband came up to just below my navel, smoothing out the slight curve of my lower belly.
Next, I fastened the bra, adjusting the straps. It cupped and lifted my breasts, but in a way that minimized rather than enhanced them. I felt oddly constricted, yet also strangely… secure.
“Now for your dress,” Lydia said, holding out the pale yellow frock I’d noticed earlier.
I slipped it over my head, feeling the soft cotton settle around me. The dress fell to just below my knees, with a modest neckline and sleeves that came to my elbows. A sash at the waist accentuated my figure without being too revealing.
As I smoothed the fabric down, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. The girl staring back at me looked like a stranger—demure, modest, almost… old-fashioned. Yet there was something undeniably feminine about the way the dress hugged my curves.
“You look lovely,” Lila said warmly. “Very proper.”
I turned to face them, a thousand questions swirling in my mind. One in particular pushed its way to the forefront.
“You mentioned… suitors,” I said hesitantly. “What exactly does that mean? Do you two… I mean, do you have them?”
Lila’s face lit up. “Oh! Well, I have an accepted suitor named Bill,” she explained, a hint of pride in her voice. “He’s one of Devin’s top associates at the robofarm.”
“And… what does being an ‘accepted suitor’ entail?” I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to know the answer.
Lila blushed prettily. “Well, it means Devin allows Bill to… to use my pussy and bottom,” she said softly. “Because Bill is serious about marrying me, if we’re really compatible.”
My eyes widened at her casual use of such intimate terms. “You mean… you’re having sex?”
Lila nodded. “Yes, but only because we might get married. It’s a way for us to see if we’re truly suited for each other. Bill… well, he takes me up to my room after dinner, and that’s when he trains me to… to, you know… be a good wife.”
A shiver went through me. I turned to Lydia, who had been quiet during this exchange. “Do you have a suitor too?”
Lydia smiled shyly. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she nodded. “I have an approved suitor named Hank,” she said softly, her eyes taking on a dreamy quality. “He works at the feed store in town.”
“So approved and accepted are different?” I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion.
Lydia nodded, twirling a loose strand of her auburn hair around her finger. “ Approved means Devin has given Hank permission to court me,” she explained. “We go on chaperoned dates, and he’s allowed to kiss me and… touch me a little. And, you know, he uses my mouth to relax. But it’s not…” She trailed off, her blush deepening.
“Not like Bill and me,” Lila finished for her, a hint of pride in her voice.
Lydia shook her head. “No, not yet. Hank hasn’t asked for permission to… to use my pussy or bottom.” Her voice dropped to a whisper on the intimate words, her eyes darting to the floor.
I felt my own face grow hot at the casual way they discussed such things. It was so at odds with the modest dresses and demure behavior, yet there was an undercurrent of excitement in Lydia’s voice that I couldn’t ignore.
“But,” Lydia continued, a small smile playing at her lips, “I think he might ask Devin soon. He’s been… well, he’s been touching me more lately when we’re alone. And the way he looks at me sometimes…” She trailed off once more, her eyes taking on that faraway look again.
I stood there, my mind reeling as I tried to process all of this information. The idea of needing permission to be intimate with someone, of having your sexual activities dictated by others… it went against everything I’d ever believed about relationships and bodily autonomy.
I tried desperately to deny the helpless thrill that ran through me. The thought of being pursued, of being desired so openly, of having a strong man take charge and guide me through intimacy… it stirred something deep inside me that I didn’t want to acknowledge.
Desperate to change the subject, to focus on something—anything—else, I blurted out the question that had been nagging at me since my arrival. “When… when do you think I’ll be spanked?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lila’s and Lydia’s expressions softened with sympathy.
“It’ll be after dinner,” Lydia told me.
At that moment, as if the whole universe had decided to conspire against me, we heard Greta’s voice call from downstairs.
“Dinner, girls!”