Date: Tue, 1 Apr 2003 17:52:44 EST
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Nanny3: 12/14

Nanny3: Back to School 12/14 (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC and Greatness

Part 12

*****

The lock to the restroom quietly turned and the door silently opened.  A
short stocky woman in the navy-blue uniform of the mall's security team
cautiously remained in the doorway.  She had neatly cut very short
blue-black hair surrounding her square face with its no-nonsense look.
Only the twinkling brown eyes told of the humor that existed within.
Standing there, it was obvious that the woman was someone who was used to
being obeyed.  On the nametag over her prominent left breast was only a
single word, 'Valentine.'

Her stocky form moved with the grace of an athlete as she lightly walked
towards the center of the large empty room.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!?!?!," the woman yelled.  Yet there was
no anger in her voice, only amusement.  The elderly janitor was a favorite
of hers and this was one of her assigned places for cleaning.  "Martha, you
old coot, where are you?"

The room was silent, which was not surprising as the Martha had forgotten
to leave the door unlocked again and no one was able to use it.  Still, it
always paid to be a little cautious before deeming a place safe for the
public (bless them!).  The woman carefully looked over the silent room,
impressed as always at how immaculate the restroom was after Martha was
finished with it.

She was about to turn and leave when a soft moan made her stop.

"Hello?" she called loudly.  "Is anyone here?"

Again a soft moan could be heard.  There was something in the intriguing
voice which really got to her.  It wasn't the voice of someone in trouble.
It was a feminine, even sexual sound.  Regardless of what it was, she had
to check on it to make sure that someone was not actually in trouble.  She
turned and started walking silently on her heavy rubber-soled shoes towards
the far stall where the sounds were coming from.  It was when she saw the
bare legs and feet under the closed door that she broke into a heavy run.

She stopped directly in front of the stall, took a quick breath to calm
herself in preparation for whatever horror which might lie within, and
pulled open the door.

It was a naked woman!

"What the...?" she said.  "Miss, are you all right?"

The naked woman was sitting bent over on the commode's closed lid, her
elbows on her knees, with her face hidden in her hands.  From what she
could see of the woman's back and sides, she was very pretty.  Odd though.
There was something familiar about those very cute hips and the heavy mane
of now mussed golden hair.  But it couldn't be!

"Athena??  Is that you?"

Athena Valentine suddenly realized she was not alone.  She glanced up and
was surprised to find herself looking directly into the plain honest face
of her favorite first cousin, Sophie Valentine.

"Oh!  Cousin Sophie!" Athena cried happily.  Her nudity forgotten, she
stood and threw her arms around her equally surprised cousin.

"Whoa!  Easy there, Cousin,' said Sophie as she regained her footing.
Athena had almost pushed her completely off her feet.  "I'm happy to see
you, too."

"W-what are you doing here?" said the now openly weeping Athena as she
tightly hugged the smaller woman.

"I was about to ask you the same question."

"Well, I was...I was..."

"There, there, Cousin.  It's okay, whatever it is.  We can fix it."

"What are you doing here, Sophie?"

"I work here, remember?  Security?  I run the Security Department.  Anyway,
we've had reports from all over the mall about some damn female streaker
running around, and the security cameras lost her in this wing.  Then
Martha forgets to leave the restroom unlocked after cleaning and here I am.
But what are you doing here?  And where's Martha?  Did you meet her?  I
can't believe the old coot just left you in here.  And where in hell are
your clothes?"

"I...I... Never mind.  It's a long story.  Could you get me something to
wear, please?"

"What about Martha?  You must have seen her!"

Athena looked down at the floor and blushed a deep red.  Oh, God!  How
could she admit that it was her the old woman saw!  She looked up again but
could not look her inquisitive cousin in the eyes.  "There...there was
someone cleaning, but I...I hid from whoever it was.  They never saw me."

"Sure, cousin.  Uh, let me phone in.  I'll be right back.  Oh, you had
better wait in one of the stalls.  Don't want anyone calling the police."

Athena waited calmly in her old stall for Sophie to return.  She remembered
how she and her older cousin had spent some wonderful summers together.
Sophie was always dragging her away from her books and out into the world
for some innocent fun, until Sophie finished school and joined a security
firm, and Athena was left alone with her books once again.

Athena was jerked from her memories when something long flew over the door
landed on the stall floor.  It was a raincoat!

"Oh!  Sophie!  You're a saint.  Thank you!  Thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah.  Let's go already!"

The long semi-transparent black plastic raincoat covered her completely
from neck to ankles, and Athena felt wonderful, even if it did feel strange
on her bare skin.  She fastened every button, because after her long
enforced nudity she wanted to feel as protected as possible.

She stepped out of the stall and looked shyly at her cousin.

"Much better!" lied Sophie Valentine.  Actually, she preferred it when her
beautiful cousin was naked, but this would do.  The thin smoky material of
the raincoat did nothing to hide the fact that Athena was completely nude
underneath, and in fact displayed the breath-taking body underneath in
considerable detail.

They left the restroom and entered the mall.

Blissfully unaware of the raincoat's shortcomings as a covering, Athena
walked the halls with supreme confidence.  The strange looks and quiet
gasps from the passing patrons bothered her not at all.  She assumed that
they were reacting to was the presence of a Superior Woman.

Yet it was all a lie.  The reporter felt anything but confident.  She was
disturbed, terribly disturbed by what was happening within her.  The subtle
movements of her nude body for once bothered her not at all.  In fact, she
gloried in the guilty pleasure of her slightly bouncing breasts, the feel
of the cool mall air on her naked pussy, the electric rubbing of her
thighs.  "Oh God!" she thought horrified.  "I'm turning myself on!"

She stopped and took a deep breath.  What was happening to her?  She felt
so strange.  She could not ever remember feeling this way before.  In spite
of her mind-numbing fatigue, Athena's body was incredibly alive, and
bizarrely hungry for sensual pleasures.  She had never felt more ready for
sex in her life.  How could she be so hungry, after all that had happened
to her lately, she had no idea.  She felt so confused!  She was burning up
inside and had no idea about how to put the fires out!  It was as if her
encounter with the old cleaner had pushed her across a secret threshold
which existed deep inside of her, and now she could barely control the
constant if strange cravings of her traitorous body.  Her heart was
pounding wildly, her racing blood sang in her ears, yet she was doing
nothing more than walking with her cousin.

Athena had the horrible feeling that if anyone made the slightest gesture
that they wanted her, Tara, Stephanie, Trisha, even if it was old Martha
the cleaning lady, at their first touch she would immediately lay down,
spread her legs, and scream hysterically, "Take Me!!  Take Me!!"

She couldn't go on like this.  She would go mad!  This insanity must end.
She must conquer herself, otherwise she was lost!  Today was supposed to be
her day of absolute victory.  For once she was to be the one in total
control.  It was only a high school full of children.  Yet here she was,
freshly shaven (oh God! Tara! Where was she?) and wearing only a borrowed
raincoat because she stupidly lost all of her clothes again.

"I am not a slut," Athena muttered to herself as she rubbed her thighs
together without thinking.  "I am not a slut.  I'm the one in control here.
I am in control!"

"What did you say?"

"Er, nothing."

"Are you all right?  You look a little flustered."

"I'm...I'm fine."

"I suppose you need a lift to your apartment."

"Yes, please.  But first I must get my prom things."

"'Prom things'?  You're kidding?  Didn't you finish high school some four
years ago?"

"Yes, I did.  Sophie, I'm with The Free Press now.  Actually, I'm...I'm on
assignment for the paper, but no one is suppose to know about it.  Not the
family, not anyone.  I'm...well, I'm undercover."

"Without cover is more like it!  But what happened to your clothes?  Why
are you naked in my mall?"

"I...I lost them.  Look, it's...it's nothing to concern yourself over.
This happens to me all the time whenever I'm on assignment."

"Those must be some assignments."

"OH!" gasped Athena.  She jumped as Sophie, to lighten her cousin's strange
mood, playfully slapped her tender right buttock.  She had forgotten how
physical Sophie could become whenever they were together.  Oh, God!  She
almost collapsed at the wonderful feel of the woman's hand on her behind!

"Sophie!" Athena pleaded weakly.  "P-please be careful!  I'm a little sore
there."

"Cousin, what have you been up to?" laughed Sophie as she helpfully
massaged the bruised area.

"Why?"  Athena suddenly felt faint.  Sophie's hand was driving her crazy!
Her bottom, now highly sensitized after a full day of spanking and
touching, felt like it was glowing under her cousin's casual touch.  It was
all she could think about.  "W-what do you mean?" she finally muttered,
without the faintest idea of what they were talking about.

Sophie looked at her relative in stunned disbelief.  The beautiful Athena
normally squealed like a nervous schoolgirl whenever she was touched.  Now
her hand was all over that unbelievable ass, and Athena hardly voiced a
protest.  Finding her at the mall, very naked, was odd enough, but this was
absolutely weird!  Sophie looked at her cousin in a new light.  She had
been trying to get into her cute pants for years, but without success.  In
fact, Sophie sometimes wondered if Athena was even been aware of the
various attempts she had made over the years in trying to overcome her
younger cousin's ironclad virtue.  Knowing the virtuous Athena as she did,
the girl probably did not even know that people were capably of such sneaky
behavior!

But now!  My God!  Athena was radiating what could only be described as a
'fuck me' attitude.  Her entire look, her posture, everything, said, "Take
me!  My body is yours!"  What the hell had happened to her?

As they continued to stand in the wide store-lined hall, Sophie looked with
concern at Athena's large blue eyes, normally sparkling with intelligence
and humor, now dull and vacant, showing only an insatiable longing.  "Poor
kid," she thought.  "I wonder what your day has been like?"

But the hand on that perfect butt was now acting with a mind of its own.
It was not roaming over the firm curves out of playfulness anymore.  The
now sweating hand wanted her.  Sophie was overwhelmed with need for this
beautiful woman beside her.  Sophie wanted her, wanted her stunning cousin
so badly she could taste it.  Although truly worried about her relative,
Sophie was keenly aware of the fantastic nude body that was just underneath
the thin plastic, so ripe, so ready.  What would happen if she took
advantage of a relative, her own first cousin, who was in this condition?
She was obviously not herself.  What could happen to her if she used this
opportunity to finally get at her?  Burn in Hell?  Lose her job?  Cut off
from the family?  Okay, it would be worth it!

And so Athena Valentine once again inadvertently caused yet another woman
to risk professional suicide over her!

Having made her decision, Sophie thought feverishly for the quickest way to
implement it.  When the dazed Athena unconsciously pushed her hips back
onto the deadly hand, Sophie almost shouted with joy!  Now, everything
suddenly seemed possible.  Sophie had no idea what was going on with her
beautiful cousin, but she knew there was nothing on this Earth that would
keep her from taking advantage of this astonishing opportunity.

The mall around Athena suddenly began spinning.  Her behind was glowing
from the wonderful touching.  Her tired clouded mind was no longer sure who
was touching her, she only knew that she wanted it to go on and on!

Sophie realized that people were beginning to stare more and more at them.
Damn!  They needed to find someplace private, and fast!

"Where are we going?" Sophie asked.

"W-what?"

"Athena, what store?  Who has your prom things?"

"Prom?  Uh, what prom?"

"Give me a break!  The prom you are going to tonight!"

The increasingly bewildered Athena couldn't think of anything but that
glorious hand on her behind.  Finally her glazed eyes caught a colorful
advertisement, a photo of an exotic well-dressed young woman behind a glass
display case.  Over the case was a store's name, a name the sounded vaguely
familiar to the dazed reporter.  It troubled her that she couldn't remember
something so simple, like what she was planning on doing tonight.  The hand
continued its rubbing and she wanted to purr under its touch.
Purr...prom...plantation?  That's it!

"Oh, that prom.  I remember...it's...uh...it's the Bountiful Plantation.
That's the store.  Bountiful Plantation."

"That figures.  The most expensive place here.  Come on, cousin.  Let's
go."

Sophie Valentine, after joyfully giving Athena's left buttock a final
loving squeeze, moved her sturdy arm around her cousin's slender waist and
they started quickly walking through the mall.

"Where...where are we going?"

"To get your things, of course," a wildly grinning Sophie replied.  "To get
all of your things!"

"Oh," said a vaguely disappointed Athena.  No one was touching her behind
any more.  How sad.

*****

>From behind the counter, the sales girl looked moodily at the blank page
on her sketchpad.  She was alone, and had been for some time.  High prices
and exotic designs had all but guaranteed the Bountiful Plantation to be a
place not overly filled with customers.  In fact, it was rare to have more
than one or two visitors in a single evening.  The store was really a place
for custom designs, each customer lovingly measured and fitted, but the
owners were off to an opera and Rebecca was left to fend for herself
tonight.

To while away the time, Rebecca had taken to drawing.  At first it was just
quick sketches of her employers and customers, but as time went on her
drawings had become increasingly erotic.  Her characters were slowly
becoming engaged in the most astonishing of activities.  Whenever she got
up the nerve to show her friends or employers the sketches, they had been
very supportive of her efforts, and could not wait to see more.  Some had
even suggested that she should publish them, but Rebecca was not at all
sure the world was ready for what could only be called serious lesbian
erotic art involving ordinary housewives playing around.  No way.

A soft tone sounded from under the counter.  "Customer time," she said.

Rebecca looked up from her sketchpad but her usual friendly greeting died
on her lips.  Instead of a customer coming through the door was the
astonishing sight of the stocky head of mall security guiding a stunning
young blonde who was wearing only a transparent full-length raincoat
directly towards her.  Rebecca's mouth suddenly went dry.

"Ahhh... Can I help you?" she finally managed to blurt out.

Sophie brought Athena to the front of the counter.  "Hi, Rebecca.  You
alone tonight?"

"Yes, Chief.  It's "A Night At The Opera" for everyone but me."

"Good.  This is Miss Valentine, first name 'Athena'.  She should have a
dress for pickup today."

"Yes, I have it here.  It's a beautiful gown, with all the..."

"Okay!  Enough already!  We don't have time for a sales pitch.  Paid for?"

"Yes."

"Thank God for that," muttered Sophie.  "Look, we need to give it one last
fitting."

"What?  But she has already...!"

"Never mind about that.  We want to try everything on one last time."

"If you insist.  The changing rooms are over there..."

"I know where they are.  Oh, Miss Valentine here had an accident in the
Food Court and needs something to wear.  Pick her out some stuff, will you,
and put it on her account.  I'm sure you have her sizes around here
someplace."

"Yes, I can do that.  Is everything all right, Chief?  You seem really
edgy."

"Edgy?!?  Who the fuck are you calling edgy?" Sophie yelled.  Her mind was
filled with Athena.  She didn't have the time or patience for anything
else!  Sophie grabbed the garment bag with one hand and her dazed cousin in
the other and stormed off to the changing rooms while yelling over her
right shoulder, "I AM NOT EDGY!!!"

"Never mind," Rebecca said smoothly to the departing pair.  She wondered
what was it about the store that made everyone who came into it completely
insane.

*****

Sophie looked at the narrow corridor.  There were three louvered doors on
each side, each painted a different color.  She quickly hustled Athena into
the room on the far right.  Its walls and carpet were the same color as the
door, hot pink.  It was a little small for what she had in mind, but it
would be sufficient.  Sophie did not want to risk damaging the expensive
gown during the fun to come, so she dashed out and hung up the bag in the
baby blue room across the hall.

Sophie returned and, with trembling hands, began to unbutton her cousin's
raincoat.

"Sophie?"

"Yes, Athena."

"What are you doing?"

"Getting you out of this raincoat.  You look a little...hot."

"Oh."

Carefully pulling aside the now unfastened panels, Sophie openly drank in
her cousin's golden body.  She wanted to sob, it was so tight, so tanned,
so perfect, so hers!  The high-set tits with their bullet nipples (she's
excited, the dear), the well-toned torso with ribs shiny with sweat, the
flat tummy with its deep navel, the lovely indented waist over that
delicate hairless cunt that looked very wet, the pert heart-shaped behind
with its delicious curves, sculptured legs that would make any model proud,
and finally shapely ankles and feet, all of it topped by a mane of thick
golden hair and a face to die for with its large blue eyes, chiseled
features, and very kissable lips.

"Finally," Sophie whispered in awe as she pulled the raincoat from her
cousin's smooth shoulders and let it drop to the floor.  "Finally."

"Chief?  Hey, Chief!  Where the fuck are you?  Come in, will you?  We gotta
emergency!  Over."

Sophie looked around in shock.  What was that?

"Chief?  Chief?  For Christ's sake come in!"

She glanced down and finally noticed the noise was coming from her radio!
"I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!!!" she raged to the ceiling.

"Chief?  Are you there, Chief?"

Sophie Valentine, the consummate professional, took a deep breath, gave her
lush nude relative one last forlorn look, and picked up her radio.

"WHAT?!?!  And stop swearing over the net, dipshit!"

"Oh, sorry, Chief.  But the security alarm just went off in Ronald's
Jewelry!!"

"Oh, shit!  Contact everyone.  Use the "Wild Things are in the pool" code
over the sound system, then make sure 911 has it."

"You think it's real this time?"

"How the Hell do I know?  Just do it!"

"Roger that."

Sophie prepared to dash from the room, then remembered her naked cousin.
"Shit!  Shit!  Shit!"

She pulled thin nylon restrains from her utility belt, then fastened
Athena's wrists in front of her.

"What...?  Oh!  What's going on?"

"Sorry, cousin," Sophie said as she draped Athena's wrists by the
connecting strap over the room's clothes hook located high up on the wall
opposite the door.  Athena was so stretched she could only touch the
carpeted floor with the balls of her feet.  "But this is for your own good.
Can't have you running around like that.  Might scare the civilians."

"But...but...!"

"Don't worry.  You'll be safe here," Sophie said and ran from the small
changing room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"But...but..." sputtered Athena in utter bewilderment as she looked over
her shoulder for her departed cousin.  "What about me?"

"I'll be right back!" Sophie shouted as she charged down the hall.

Entering the store, she raced towards the exit to the mall.  Going past the
counter, Sophie yelled to the bored salesgirl, "My friend will be using the
changing room until I get back, so stay out of there!"

"Yeah, sure."

Athena, totally bewildered, looked around the small empty room.  "Sophie?
Sophie?"  She listened to the quiet for a moment, then said softly, "Help?
Help??"

*****

Cassandra and Maggie stood before the entrance to Bountiful Plantation.

"I don't remember seeing this place here before.  Must be new," said
Cassandra.

"You think she's in there?" asked Maggie.

"Well, we've tried just about everywhere else in the mall."

"She's your mother."

"It's not my fault we can't find her," complained Cassandra.

"She must be somewhere.  Don't you know the places she likes to shop at?"

"Clothes.  She loves shopping for clothes."

"There's a surprise.  And guess what they sell here!"

"Clothes?"

"Very good."

"Looks kind of expensive, though."

"Even better.  We're sure to find her now."

They entered the open front of the store and wandered through the full
racks, staring up at the fine clothes on display.

"Wow.  Look at this stuff," said Maggie.

"Pretty.  Think we'll ever have dresses like these?"

"You kidding?  We're made for this!  Just need to fill out a bit, that's
all."

"I don't see her here," a worried Cassandra said.

"Don't get nervous.  We'll find her.  Hey, why don't we try the changing
rooms?"

"That's right.  She might be there.  Er, where are they?"

"The doorway with the curtain over it.  That has to be it."

"You sure?"

"What have we got to lose?"

"They get kind of excited when you go wandering into those places without
wanting to try something on."

"It's okay.  The places is practically deserted.  They'll never know."

The two friends went over to the covered doorway, then stopped directly in
front.

"Maggie, you sure about this?"

"Cassandra!  I'm sure!  I'm sure!"

"What about the salesgirl?"

"She's doing something behind the counter.  She doesn't even know we're
here."

"Okay, but if we get into trouble...!"

"We wont!  We wont!"

Maggie pulled aside the curtain and walked in, followed closely by
Cassandra who quickly closed it again behind her.  They were in a narrow
hall, along each wall of which were three colored doors.

"Mrs. Marcus?" softly called Maggie.

"Mom?" softly called Cassandra.

"You take left, and I'll take right," said Maggie.

"Why should you get right?"

"What?!?!"

"Why should you get right?  Why can't I get it?"

"You're kidding, right?  Okay, okay.  You take the right!"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome.  Now can we find your mother?"

They worked their way quickly through the empty rooms.  Maggie was looking
through a clothes bag she found in a room of baby blue when a high-pitched
"EEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!" cut through her like a knife.  She knew immediately that
something had scared Cassandra.  The young girl's scream, once heard, was
never forgotten.

She dashed from the room to find Cassandra standing in the doorway of the
room opposite and excitedly pointing at something on the wall.

"It's her!  It's her!" Cassandra cried.

Maggie looked past her friend to see a naked woman hanging from the wall.
"What the fuck?"

Cassandra looked at Maggie friend in horror.  "Oh, you potty-mouth.  You
said the 'F' word."

"Cassandra!  Now is not the time for that, okay?  So, who is she?"

"It's her!  It's Tara's friend.  It's Miss Whipped Cream!"

"You're kidding!"  Maggie carefully stepped closer to have a look at the
woman's face which was pressed against the wall.  "No, you aren't kidding
either.  My God!  It is her!"

"Told you!  Told you!"

"Okay then, smarty pants.  What's she doing here?"

"Her eyes are closed.  Looks like she's sleeping."

"No, I mean what is she doing here?"

"I don't know.  I just know who it is."

"Great."

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is.  She is very beautiful.  Nice tan, too."

"But with a tan like that why should her...ah...her bottom be kind of red?"

"I don't know.  More of a light pink, really, but still you could be right.
Sunburn?"

"Just on her bottom?"

"Rash?"

"Eeeewwwww!"

"Okay, forget the rash."

"Maybe it's sore?"

"What?  A sore bottom?  Oh, come on."

"No, really.  What if it's just a little sore."

"Cassandra!  How could she get a sore bottom?"

"Well, maybe like this."  Cassandra rushed behind the helpless reporter,
swung her opened right hand against Athena's firm left buttock (Smack!),
and jumped back.

"Wow!  Did you see that?" gasped Maggie.  "How it shook?"

"Cool," said a grinning Cassandra.  "I think she jumped a little."

"Uh-oh.  You thinks she's awake?"

"No way.  She would have said something."

"Let me check.  Nope.  Eyes are still closed.  Must be asleep."

"There's one way to find out."

Smack!

"Hey, it was my turn next."

"Sorry, Maggie."

"Besides, you're not doing it right.  Should be like this."

Smack!  Smack!

"Cheater!"

"Who went out of turn?"

"Who did it twice?"

"Look, Cassandra.  There's one for each of us."

"Okay, that's fair."

"You take the right and I'll take the left."

"Why should I..."

"Just pick one, okay?  I'll take the other one."

"Thank you."

"F-word!"

"What?"

"Never mind.  Ready?"

"What's the goal?"

"What?"

"What's the goal?"

"Cassandra!"

"What's the goal?"

"Who ever reaches 20 first, wins.  Happy?"

"Thank you."

"S-word!!"

"Oh, you said..."

"Ready?  On your mark, get set, GO!"

Athena's tender buttocks were suddenly assaulted by a fusillade of hands!
"OH!!"

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

Ever since she heard the little girls' voices in the hallway she had
pretended to be asleep.  The last thing she wanted was to meet those two
again, considering what happened when they had met before at Tara's.  It
was only because of Tara's mother that she managed to escape them!

Oh God!  Now they were attacking her again!

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

"Stop it!  Stop it!" she cried, unable to keep quiet any longer.  Athena
twisted frantically but was unable to protect her poor behind.

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

Unable to take it any longer, Athena Valentine hung limply from the clothes
hook and started to cry.  "Whaaa!" she wailed, tears rolling down her
cheeks, her buttocks burning.  Why was everyone always picking on her?
"Whaaa!"

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

"Whaaaaa! <sob> Whaaaaa!"  Athena was devastated.  It was so humiliating,
being reduced to helpless tears by these children.  Yet she was feeling so
excited right now!  Each smack was causing her breasts to move against the
wall, dragging her erect nipples across the dimpled surface.  It was
lovely!  And her pussy!  Her pussy was so tingly, so ready!  Why did she
want to cum in the worst way?  What was the matter with her?

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

Abruptly, the spanking of Athena Valentine stopped.  The only sounds were
the satisfied panting from the little girls, and the quiet sobbing of
Athena.

"Ha!" cried a triumphant Cassandra.  "I'm first!"

"You are not," said Maggie.  "I reached 20 long before you did."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"I was just waiting for you to catch up, slow poke."

"Were not!"

"Were too!"

"Were..."

"What is going on here?"

"Oh, hi Mom."

"Hi, Mrs. Marcus."

"What are you two up to now?"

"Nothing," both girls blurted.

"The girl out front said she heard crying."

"Crying?  What crying?" asked Cassandra.

"No crying here," stated Maggie.

"I think you two had better wait for me by the counter."

"Yes, Mom."

"Yes, Mrs. Marcus."

"And don't wander!"

"See," said Cassandra with a great deal of satisfaction as they left the
room.  "I told you we'd get into trouble."

"Oh, shut up!" replied Maggie.

*****

"Now, what do we have here?"  Mrs. Marcus murmured.  She carefully
inspected the dangling Athena from left and right, top to bottom.  "Oh, my!
It is you."

Realizing that her small tormentors were gone, Athena turned her head to
see who else was in the room with her.  Thank God!  It was Tara's mother!

"Mrs. Marcus!  Thank God! It's you.  Please get me down from here."

"Whoever did this really did an excellent job.  You can't get down at all,
can you?  No, I can see that you can't.  How lovely."

"My...my cousin is head of mall security.  It was her."

"My compliments to your cousin."

"Please!  Please get me down from here.  My arms are so tired and...  Oh my
God!  Mrs. Marcus!  You're undressing!"

"Of course I am.  I have some ointment that will take the sting out of
your...bottom.  And I don't want to get any on me."

"Oh, of course not.  Thank you, but there really is no need for you to go
to such trouble.  If you could just..."

"Nonsense.  If those girls had any fun with you, then it is up to me to
make it right."

"But there really is no need...[SMACK!]  OW!!"

"You see, darling, it does sting, doesn't it?"

"Oww!  Yes it does!"

"Do you want it to sting any more?"

"NO!  Please, no more stings!"

"All right then.  Now just close your eyes, be quiet, and let me work."

Athena did as she was told.  She heard the rustle of clothing, then the
sound of a plastic shopping bag being opened, followed by the opening of
various boxes and the occasional small metal click of what sounded like a
fastener, all the while accompanied by a very contented humming.  She felt
so strange hanging like this, very naked and helpless, in front of Tara's
mother.  At least it was Mrs. Marcus, a responsible adult, and not someone
like her terrible daughters who might take advantage of her.

"Oh!" gasped Athena when she felt something cool being applied onto the
wounded flesh of her right buttock.

"You know, one thing I like about this mall is all of the specialty shops
so discretely tucked away.  There is one in particular that I truly like.
It has such interesting things.  You're lucky, because I've just come from
there."

The cool substance continued to spread over the firm curved surface, and
Athena could feel its healing effects almost immediately.  The terrible
embarrassment at having someone touch her naked behind quickly vanished as
the soothing cream did its work.  It felt wonderful.  All of the pain and
burning were disappearing as if they had never been.

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Marcus," Athena gushed as she stuck out her behind to
make it easier for the woman.  "That feels wonderful."

"You are welcome, honey."

Athena welcomed the cream as it covered her entire behind, only squirming
when Mrs. Marcus insisted on applying it between her ass cheeks and even
heavily over her puckered anus.

"You never know when it might come in handy," a confused Athena heard her
explain.

And naturally, having done that, the woman insisted on continuing to apply
the soothing cream right between her legs and onto her feverish pussy.

"Oh, my!" gasped the shocked Athena at the unexpected touch.  "Are
you...[a-ha]...sure you...[ohmyGod]...should be putting it...there?"

"Why ever not?  You know, this cream has many properties, some of which may
surprise you," Mrs. Marcus casually explained as her gooey fingers explored
every exquisite detail of Athena Valentine's unprotected shaven sex.

"Ooooohhhhh," Athena moaned helplessly as the knowledgeable fingers teased
and probed, teased and probed.  After five minutes she had been transformed
into a limp rag, lost to everything except what was happening between her
legs.  Her blood was racing through her wildly beating heat, her clouded
mind only asking for more.  At first the reporter had worried at her sudden
loss of control because of some innocent touching in the application of a
first-aid cream, but that had quickly passed.  Athena was now living only
for the moment.

Mrs. Marcus slyly sought out the tiny erect clit.  Gently she moved the
hood back and delicately pinched it between thumb and forefinger.  She
immediately felt the girl stiffen and copious amounts of hot girl-cum began
to pulse onto her hand.

"AAHHHH," cried Athena as the sudden climax washed through her.

"Oops," said a smiling Mrs. Marcus.  "I'm sorry honey.  My mistake."

Mrs. Marcus inspected her prey very carefully.  She saw with approval the
eyes dull with lust, felt how the rock-hard nipples pressed painfully
against the wall, noted the ragged breath, the dripping cunt, the sweaty
features.  The girl was ready.

"Honey, one of the things I forgot to mention was that this cream has a
special property, actually there are several, but this particular property
is absorbed through the skin and acts as, how to say this, as an
accelerator for certain sensations and emotions.  You are probably feeling
it now."

"Mmmmmmm," groaned Athena happily as Mrs. Marcus slipped her hand in and
out of the clasping, well-lubricated cunt.  Her entire body was madly
tingling!

"Oh, something else this cream does.  It also acts as a lubricant!"

Mrs. Marcus guided the strap-on between the golden buttocks, placing the
soft head firmly on the vulnerable rosebud nesting between them.  Holding
Athena's hips in place with her hands, Mrs. Marcus carefully moved her own
hips forward.

"UUUUuhhhhhh!!!" groaned Athena as she felt a mysterious intrusion in her
ass.  A single ping of pain and something easily slipped past her anus and
continued into her.  Her burning body clasped at the intruder eagerly even
as her dulled mind tried to understand what was happening to her.

Mrs. Marcus gave the girl a few moments to become accustomed to the dildo,
then began working the soft rubber smoothly back and forth in short
movements.  She was in heaven! Rapture! How she loved to fuck these proud
schoolgirls in the ass!  It was what she lived for.

As the internal resistance lessened, the woman's stokes became longer until
the entire length of the dildo was disappearing between Athena's quivering
ass cheeks.

Athena's shattered mind was lost to the fucking she was receiving.  The
cream worked its insidious magic on her already receptive body and she
become white-hot in her passion.  Need was all she knew now, a dangerous
all-powerful need that had to be fulfilled or she would die!

Her left hand began to squeeze her right breast, to pull and twist the
tormented nipple until she was ready to scream.  Her right hand dived
between her legs, to start rubbing furiously the sopping cunt.


*****

Rebecca watched in stunned amazement on the small security monitors located
below the counter.  Normally she allow patrons their privacy by keeping the
monitors off, especially those connected to the dressing rooms, knowing
that it was all being saved to tape anyway.  However, when the two little
girls wandered into the store she had turned all the monitors on.  No
telling what those kids were up to.

Her jaw dropped when she saw the naked Athena Valentine hanging from a hook
in the Pink Room.  It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen!  She
couldn't take her eyes off it.

It was when the other woman arrived that, totally fascinated, she began to
sketch on her pad the scene being played out before her.

*****

Athena began to cum.  In her current state she hardly noticed at first.

When she saw the tormented senior stiffen, Mrs. Marcus smiled grimly.  It
only caused her to renew her efforts.  She wanted to dive this haughty
bitch who had given her darling Tara such a hard time at school into the
ground.  Athena's buttocks shook as the angry mother slammed her
mercilessly from behind.

The climaxes began to run together, one after the other.  Athena's mind,
what was left of it, snapped and she screamed!  She dropped her hands to
her sides, unable to continue.  But her tormentor from behind was more than
ready to continue!  Her hips slammed repeatedly into Athena's ass with, to
Mrs. Marcus, a very satisfying slapping sound.

Once again Athena screamed.  It was an animal sound of pure satisfaction
which came from the very depths of her soul.  The final orgasm consumed her
so completely there was nothing left but an unconscious sweating body
hanging limply from a clothes hook.

Mrs. Marcus was pleased.

*****

End of Part 12