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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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With trepidation, I shrugged off my robe. I'd never been naked outside. Tiff's eyes roamed over my body as she applied the lotion with trembling hands. Tiff turned me around and smeared more lotion on my back, taking a little extra time on my ass, and between my legs.
"Do my back?" Tiff asked.
I did the same, my hands shaking as I touched Tiff's bottom, and then between her legs. Satisfied, Tiff threw the towels down on the loungers, and pulled them from the shade to the sn. We chatted idly as our stomachs settled, and we let the sun beat down on our naked bodies. I almost forgot my own nudity as I soaked in the sun.
Eventually, Tiff got up suddenly and took a running leap into the cold pool, coming up spitting water. She waved for me to join her. I wasn't as quick to dive in, but I did go around to the stairs and wade out, boobs bouncing with each step. I backstroked over to Tiffany and treaded water nearby. After the time in the sun, the pool felt fantastic on my reddening skin.
we spent the time drifting lazily, competing for who could hold their breath longest, racing from one end to the other. Well after noon, they finally left the pool and dried off before heading back inside. After a quick shower together, we munched on sandwiches, naked on the couch in the den. It was late in the afternoon when I, tired, finally made the decision that it was time to go home. I didn't want to push my crazed mother too far by staying out late.
Tiff hugged me close.
"You can come back any time," she said.
"Tiff," i replied, hugging her back, "Thank you for everything. You're the best friend I've ever had."
"Hey, I'll talk to the boss tomorrow and see if I can get you an interview. And our orders from yesterday have probably processed, so I should be getting a payout tomorrow. I'll have a nice, fat check for you!"
I hugged her again, shouldered her bag and sighed. It felt strange to be back in my baggy, frumpy clothes, hiding my body. I made the drive home, feeling sad and lonely.
Bald, Sticky, Wet Cunt
When i arrived home, my mother's car was in the driveway. She'd returned from her work trip. I parked nearby, and carried my bag into the house, where a familiar sight made my heart sink. Her mother lay on the couch, legs stretched over the Professor lap. They were watching some show, which Marie muted when I walked in and froze.
"Welcome home, honey. Did you have a good time?" She asked.
"Yeah," I said, noncommittally, "it was fun. We just layed around, swam in the pool, ate pizza."
"Great. I'm glad you had fun. Do you want to watch the show with us?"
"I'm pretty tired," I said, "we were in the pool all morning."
I made my way up the stairs and into the room. It didn't take long before the professor followed.
"Mr Kent really? Do you have to be here. I've been following the rules. I didn't sneak anything!" I whined.
"Show me."
Despite having been naked, or nearly naked the last few days, this was different. It wasn't fun, like with Tiff. It was weird. Averting my eyes, I lifted my shirt quickly to flash my tits. Then, i snapped my sweat pants down just enough to show that you i hadn't snuck anything in.
"Layla!" He shouted, "Did you...did you shave yourself?"
I turned a deep red.
"I...It was just..." I stammered. I knew nothing I could say was going to help, but my mind whirled at how to explain it.
He took me by the arm, bending me over his lap like a naughty child. Before I knew what was happening, my pants were around my ankles
A hard whack hit my bottom, and I cried out, my voice muffled by the duvet.
"I just knew you would get up to no good," he admonished her, "I can't believe you," WHACK! "I just wanted you to be good, but good girls don't shave their vaginas! The only reason you'd shave it was to show it off! Who did you show it off to?"
WHACK!
"No one!" I screeched. He calmly stroked my hair with one hand, as though nothing was happening, while his other hand held me firmly in place. Despite the pain, and the humiliation, I felt my pussy getting warm, and not just from the next whack that struck her. A third blow fell on my pussy, and his hand came away wet with a trickle of hot slut nectar.
He looked at the fuck slime on his hand, and gave me another whack on the snatch, saying, "Good grief Layla! You're getting turned on by this! You don't have a vagina. Good girls have a vagina. You have a bald, sticky, wet cunt! Don't you?"
"Yes!" I agreed, hoping it would get him to stop. Did I want it to stop. I wasn't sure.
The blows stopped, and he caressed my burning bottom. His hand slid between my slick slit, massaging it gently.
"Who has a bald, sticky, wet cunt?" He asked.
"I do," i wept.
"What does that mean?"
"That I'm a h...horny slut!"
He frigged my bald, sticky, wet cunt until I orgasmed on hid fingers.
Finally, he let me up, swatted my bottom one last time, and ordered me to clean my room. I pulled my pants up hastily. He excited the room and that's when I noticed there was no door.
My mother entered the room a little while later. She told me that door was for my own good. She was going away with work for a while and I would be staying with the professor as she couldn't trust me on my own.
"But I... Well the professor..." I wanted badly to tell her what he had done but at thensame time I didn't want it to stop.
My mother stroked my hair. "Look Layla the professor knows how to deal with unruly teenagers and so I think its best you stay with him for a while. He knows what he is doing. You need to decide if you want to be a good girl or a bad girl. As long as your under my roof then you do as I say".
God I needed to save enough money to get away and fast.
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fabulous 
12 years reading these stories, and no-one has ever made me "feel" for the characters...until now.
