White Tights Chapter 18 (NEW CONTENT)

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Chapter Eighteen

‘You want me to do…that…in front of you?’ Chloe asked.

It wouldn’t be the first time that Chloe had given a blowjob, but she wasn’t accustomed to having an audience.

‘Yes, I want you to get on your knees, and show him a good time.’

‘But why?’ asked Chloe

‘Well, from what I hear, you’re going to be in nappies for a long time. I want to make sure you don’t end up on your own because of it, and that means you need to perform certain…duties…for your boyfriend, nappy or no nappy.’

‘I don’t really want to. Not here and now.’

‘Tough luck. Unless you want to find out just how mean I can be, you’ll get on your knees, unzip his fly and get to work,’ said Mia.

Both girls realised that Ryan hadn’t said anything for a while, and when they looked at him they noticed that his gaze was fixed on the doorway. They both followed it to find, much to Mia’s dismay, that the matriarch of the house had returned earlier than anticipated.

‘Um, Mum, you’re back early,’ said Mia.

‘So I finally give you a bit of responsibility, and this is how you repay me? By encouraging your sister to act like a trollop?’ Mrs Montague was not pleased.

‘Wait, I can explain,’ pleaded Mia.

‘No need. I think I heard enough,’ said Mrs Montague.

‘Perhaps I should be going,’ said Ryan.

‘Stay right there,’ snapped Mrs Montague, ‘unless you want me to contact your parents and tell them what you’ve been up to?’

Ryan stood still. He briefly made eye contact with Chloe, but that felt awkward, so he looked at his shoes.

‘The reason, young man, that I want you to stay, is because I need to teach my daughter a lesson…’

‘Please, Mum, don’t,’ said Mia, tears in her eyes.

‘…and experience has taught me that punishments of this kind are much more effective when there are witnesses.’

‘Please, Mummy, not in front of him! Please!’

With no regard for Mia’s protests, Mrs Montague grabbed her daughters wrist and led her over to the sofa. Mia was crying openly now, and when Chloe glanced over at Ryan she could tell he was getting excited.

‘I’m sorry Mummy, please don’t!’

Mrs Montague sat down and then pulled her daughter over her lap.

‘Mummy no!’

Mrs Montague didn’t hesitate. She immediately started raining slaps down on to Mia’s bottom. Ryan watched mesmerized as Mia flailed hopelessly, giving Ryan occasional glimpses up her skirt, where he could see that she had light coloured knickers on under her black tights. However, he needn’t have been satisfied with glimpses, as before long, Mrs Montague flipped up Mia’s skirt and pulled down her tights, revealing her knicker clad bottom. She was wearing white knickers with pink trim, and looked every bit the chastised schoolgirl from Ryan’s fantasies. He would have preferred that it was Chloe who was being spanked, but there was no denying that he was incredibly turned on.

Mia’s struggles grew more frantic as she felt her mother’s thumbs hook into the waistband of her knickers.

‘No! No! You can’t! He’ll see!’

Mrs Montague was not impressed with this outburst and let loose a particularly stinging flurry on her behind.

‘Yes, he will see. But as you’ve made such a fuss, he’ll be seeing you get the hairbrush instead of my hand. Chloe, go and get it.’

‘No! Chloe, don’t! Chloe!’ screamed Mia.

However, Chloe did.

Ryan looked on in shocked amazement as Mia’s knickers were lowered, exposing her rosy cheeks, before Mrs Montague set about darkening them further with her hairbrush. Chloe was wailing throughout, partly from pain but mostly at the indignity of being bared in front of Ryan, who was clearly enjoying her ordeal. Eventually, she stopped struggling and the only sounds she made were sobs.

‘Stand up,’ barked Mrs Montague.

With no resistance left, Mia did so. The spanking had well and truly broken her resolve, to the point that she didn’t even try to cover up as she stood facing Ryan and Chloe, with her pubic curls on full display.

‘Thank you for that, Ryan,’ said Mrs Montague. ‘However, I think it’s time for you to go now. I need to get these two into the bath and then off to bed.’