Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
D ylan
The message from Devin took me by surprise as I was running yet another update on the automated combine’s firmware.
Andrea’s got a whipping coming tonight, for playing with her puss. I’m guessing it’s your fault, a little—not that I blame you lol. I’d like you to give it to her.
I stared at my phone in the middle of the machine shop. Next to me the combine’s display showed that it had almost completed the update. I felt like the update to my firmware might take a little longer. My cock had gotten instantly hard, but my brain needed a few moments at the very least to believe this news.
I opened the New Modesty app and saw a notification. Devin had given me full rights to view Andrea’s data. I tapped through, and saw that one stretch of time, from early this morning, had been red-flagged. With my heart rate already increasing, I tapped on the red flag.
I had to hand it to Selecta: their user interfaces had a certain slickness you couldn’t find anywhere else. The red flag instantly opened into a video window, where Andrea lay on her bed with one hand shamelessly between her legs and the other pinching her adorable right nipple. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth as if to stifle her whimpers of pleasure.
As I watched, my cock hard as rock in my jeans, Andrea’s back arched off the bed. I could hear her sob with need over the surveillance system’s excellent audio. The view shifted from the lewd pout on her face to the even lewder pout of the slick, glistening pink lips between her thighs. Andrea’s naughty fingers increased their pace along the bare cleft of her pussy, pressed harder against her clit, and…
Greta opened the door and stepped into the room.
“Andrea Jacobsen!” the matronly woman thundered. Andrea ripped her hand away from her pussy, her face going crimson.
I watched intently, my dominant blood warming to what felt like fever heat, as Greta announced that Andrea would do her chores in the nude. I glanced over at the combine’s display, to see that it had finished its update, and I wondered if I could find a reason why I had to tell Devin in person, at the house, about the system’s new capabilities.
I had a full day of work, though, before I could go over there. I had no intention of shirking, especially because I knew the way my mind worked. The longer my brain had to process this new development with Andrea, turning it over in the back of my head as I devoted the bulk of my attention to seeds and shoots and hydration, the more prepared I would be to court her the way I knew she should be courted.
Today, that meant accepting Devin’s offer; I would definitely be the one to put the family strap to Andrea’s gorgeous bare bottom this evening. I had another decision to make, though—about what else might happen tonight. About a request I had been thinking of making even before I had received Devin’s message.
For now, I replied simply, Sure, boss. Happy to.
Andrea
All that terrible day I could think of only two things: my nakedness and Dylan. Plus, of course, what Dylan would think if he should learn about my nakedness, and the reason for it, and what I had in store that evening.
I tried to focus on my chores, but the constant awareness of my naked body made it nearly impossible. As I dusted the living room, I could feel my breasts swaying with each movement, my nipples hardening at the slightest touch of a draft. The brush of the feather duster against my skin sent shivers down my spine, reminding me involuntarily of Dylan’s gentler touches the night before—and leading my memory back to the rougher ones, so that I had to swallow hard and bite the inside of my cheek to keep my mind on task.
Lila and Lydia shot me sympathetic glances as they went about their own tasks. “Don’t worry,” Lila whispered when Greta wasn’t looking. “It’ll be over soon.”
But Greta seemed determined to make my humiliation last as long as possible. She hovered nearby, her sharp eyes taking in every inch of my naked body. “Andrea,” she called out, her voice dripping with disapproval, “you missed a spot on the coffee table. Bend over and get it properly.”
My face burned as I complied, knowing full well how the position displayed my bare bottom and pussy to anyone who cared to look. I could practically feel Greta’s eyes boring into me.
“My goodness,” Greta remarked loudly. “I had no idea how much dust this table could collect when the maid doesn’t clean it properly. You’ll need to be more thorough in the future, Andrea.”
I chewed my lip hard to keep from crying as I finished dusting the table. When I straightened up, I caught sight of my reflection in the living room mirror. My cheeks were flushed bright red, a stark contrast to the paleness of the rest of my body. I looked away quickly, unable to bear the sight of my own shame.
As I moved to the kitchen to start on the dishes, Devin entered the room. His eyes raked over my nude form appreciatively. “Well, well,” he said with a smirk. “I see our little troublemaker is learning her lesson.”
I ducked my head, focusing intently on scrubbing a pot as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. But Devin wasn’t done. He came to stand right behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“You know, Andrea,” he said conversationally. “I’ve always thought doing dishes naked was an excellent idea. Saves on laundry, don’t you think?”
I mumbled something noncommittal, wishing I could sink into the floor and disappear. Devin chuckled, his breath hot on my neck. “Of course, it does present certain… risks. One wrong move and you could end up with soap suds in all sorts of interesting places.”
As if to demonstrate, he reached around me to grab a sponge, his arm brushing against my bare breast. I gasped involuntarily, my body betraying me once again as my nipple hardened at the contact.
“Oh, my,” Devin said, his voice low and amused. “Seems like someone’s enjoying her punishment. That’s alright, though: the strap will make you think better of it.”
My whole body went hot, there in the kitchen, as I remembered Dylan’s touch. How I had enjoyed being made to pleasure him with my mouth—despite that persistent part of me still thinking it was wrong to get aroused by such rough treatment. How I had clenched, down there, at the way he had gripped my hair, guiding my movements as I took him between my lips.
I shivered, forcing myself to move on to the living room to vacuum, but the memories kept replaying themselves. Dylan had taken off my dress, and then my training panties. Then, before he had straddled me in that hyper-dominant way, my training bra. He had thrust his huge, hard penis between my breasts. He had made me kiss its soft tip as it went back and forth, taking its pleasure as my suitor chose. To my shame, it had turned me on intensely, my pussy growing wet and needy.
As I pushed the vacuum across the carpet, I remembered how I had touched myself as I had replayed the scene in my mind. I wanted to touch myself again, despite everything. I wanted Dylan’s cock in my mouth, as if to give me permission to feel the pleasure locked inside me.
In my mind, Dylan’s cock filled me completely, his low growls of pleasure echoing in my ears. He had held himself deep, and his penis had spasmed in my mouth and I had been made to swallow his hot seed… he did all those things again, in my imagination, as I vacuumed, no matter how I tried to push the images and the sense-memories away.
Even then, there in the living room, I couldn’t help it: I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the telltale warmth building between my legs. I tried to focus on the vacuum, the carpet fibers, to banish the lustful thoughts. But my traitorous body continued to react, my nipples hardening in the open air. I yearned to touch myself, to find some relief from the aching need. The sight of the strap, hanging on the mantel, utterly forbade it, though to my dismay it also seemed to make the problem worse.
To my horror, I felt a trickle of moisture slowly making its way down my inner thigh. I clenched my muscles, trying desperately to stem the flow of my arousal, but it was no use. My cheeks burned with humiliation as I imagined Greta or Devin noticing the glistening trail on my leg.
Even worse was the fear that they might catch a whiff of my shameful excitement. The musky scent of my arousal seemed to fill my nostrils, and I was certain anyone who came close would be able to smell my need. I scrubbed furiously at an imaginary spot on the coffee table, hoping the lemony scent of furniture polish would mask my body’s betrayal.
Just then, the doorbell rang. My heart began to race as I heard Greta answer it, Travis’s deep voice drifting in from the entryway. I straightened up quickly, looking around frantically for somewhere to hide my naked form.
But before I could make a move, Greta’s voice rang out. “Andrea, come here a sec, honey.”
My heart pounded as I made my way to the front door, every step an agonizing reminder of my nakedness. I wanted to cover myself with my hands, but I knew Greta would only find some way to punish me for it. The air from the open door raised goosebumps across my skin, making my nipples tighten even further.
Greta stood by the doorway, her expression a mixture of stern disapproval and smug satisfaction. Travis loomed next to her, his tall frame filling the entrance. His eyebrows rose as his eyes fell upon my nude form, and he smiled broadly as he looked me up and down.
“Andrea,” Greta said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Travis here has a meeting with Devin. I need you to take care of something.”
I mumbled a greeting, my face burning with humiliation. I could feel Travis’s eyes on me; he made no attempt not to stare openly. The weight of his gaze made me acutely aware of every curve and hollow of my body.
“Travis, hon, you’re probably wondering why our Andrea is in such a state of undress,” Greta continued, as if discussing the weather. “Well, it seems our little minx couldn’t keep her hands to herself this morning. Devin and I thought a day of nudity might help cool her ardor.”
Travis chuckled. “I see,” he said, his voice gruff. “That’s good to know. I’m sure she’ll think twice next time.”
“Well, we’ll see, won’t we?” Greta said, waving her hand dismissively, then turning to me. “Andrea, Devin wants you to tidy up his office before he meets with Travis. Why don’t you run along and do that now?”
Grateful for the excuse to escape, I nodded quickly and turned to go. As I walked away, I could feel their eyes on my retreating form. The knowledge that Travis was watching my bare bottom and thighs as I moved made me want to sink into the floor.
I hurried to Devin’s office, my cheeks still flaming. As I began straightening papers and organizing the desk, I could hear muffled voices from the living room. Devin and Travis were talking, their deep tones carrying, as if they meant me to listen in.
“…quite the little vixen,” Devin was saying. “Dylan certainly seemed to enjoy himself last night.”
My ears perked up at the mention of Dylan’s name. I moved closer to the door, straining to hear more.
“Lucky bastard,” Travis chuckled. “So what’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well,” Devin replied, a note of anticipation in his voice, “our Andrea needs to be taught a lesson about self-control. I’ve asked Dylan to do the honors with the strap.”