Chapter 2: by Megan Smith

Eric's last final exam had been cancelled and as a result we drove home a day early. Eric's my "little" brother, only one year younger than I am. He's not a whole lot taller, either. I'm five-six and he's about five-ten and slight of build but in excellent shape. Sinewy as they say. He's handsome and smarter that I but you'll never hear me say it to his face. I'm really quite proud of him.

Our dad died when we were little and that fact has made us closer than the average brother/sister. It was rough on us at first, particularly mom, but we all learned to move on. Mom's been dating a guy named David for the past couple years. They're pretty serious but I never heard any talk about marriage.

Eric wasn't allowed to keep his car at school so he stored it at a friend's house that has extra garage space. I dropped him off there so he could pick his car up and I continued on home. I was looking forward to seeing mom again. The door was open so I walked in with my duffel and down the hall past mom's room. I glanced in and what I saw presaged an extraordinary summer. Mom was standing stark naked in front of her three-way mirror looking at her body which was covered, front and back, with red, black and blue stripes and welts. When she caught my eye I'll bet we both looked like those cartoon characters where their eyes bug out of their head. She threw on her robe and we both were soon sitting at the kitchen table having a heart to heart.

I can't say that mom did a particularly good job of explaining things to me but the bottom line was that I understood. She said she was into the pain, sex, humiliation thing and if that was OK for her then it was OK for me. I think. The revelation came so quickly it was going to take me a while to assimilate things. I'd talk it over with Eric. It'd be interesting to see what his feelings were.

Mom got dressed and left to shop. She gave me a kiss, told me once more not to worry and left. I think she wanted to be alone and wanted me to be alone, at least for a while. I thought that that was a good idea. It'd give me a chance to think things through. Boy, was I ever wrong! She wasn't gone ten minutes when in walked David. David is what is known as a hunk. Tall with rugged good looks and a crooked smile like Harrison Ford. Sandy hair that falls over his forehead giving him an appealing adolescent look in spite of his forty plus years. The kind of personality that you instantly like. And rich. Mucho rich! The two of us had gotten to know each other pretty well over the years and we had a good relationship.

When he appeared we said hello, gave each other a friendly hug and bussed each other's cheek. Then I had to get cute.

"So you and mom are whipping something up, huh, David'" I said.

He gave me a steely look, devoid of expression. I soldered on. "You know, some of this," I said, making a whipping motion with my hand.

A slight crooked smile appeared on his face as he contemplated me and I began to get a little nervous. I expected light banter between two adults but what I was getting was a look that was making my tummy churn and my heart beat faster.

"Megan," David said. "I want you to stand straighter, shoulders back, stomach in." He said it with a quiet voice that assumed that I would follow his instructions, which I did not. The command was so inappropriate that I was too confused to follow them.

David stepped closer to me and gently touched my cheek with his hand. His eyes burned into mine. "Now," he said even more quietly.

It was a manner that assumed obedience and without thinking about it I straightened up, squared my shoulders and pulled my tummy in. His fingertips slowly trailed down my cheek to my throat and continued over my tee-shirt to my breast. Just his fingertips were gently caressing the top of my left breast as he looked into my eyes. My heart was racing and I had a scared and excited feeling in my tummy.

"Take off your shirt," he said in his quiet authoritative manner.

"David, I... , " I started to say.

"Don't talk, Megan. Do as I say," he interrupted.

For reasons that I'll never understand I crossed my arms in front of me, gripped the bottom of my tee-shirt with each hand and raised my arms over my head pulling my shirt with it. I let it drop to the floor and gave my head a shake to get my hair out of my face. David's hand drifted to my bra strap and slid it down over my shoulder. With his eyes still boring into mine he simply nodded. Slowly I reached behind me and unfastened my bra and shrugged it off. It fell to my feet exposing my breasts.

"Please remove your sandals, Megan," he said.

I raised my right foot behind me, leaned to my right and, reaching down, slipped off my sandal that clunked to the floor to join my shirt and bra. I repeated the maneuver with my left sandal. I was down to my shorts and panties but this fact didn't register. Nothing was registering. There was no past and no future and no conscious decisions on my part. David commanded and I responded. Those two facts made up my total existence. David's eyes never left mine as he slowly extended his hand to my naked breast and very lightly touched my nipple that was erect and hard. His hand slid down under my breasts and over my tummy until it reached the top of my shorts. His fingers slipped under the waistband and slid to the button in front, which he unfastened.

"Now the shorts, please," he said.

I had relinquished all control. If that's what David wanted then that's what would happen. I unzipped the shorts, slid them down over my legs and stepped out of them. When I stood upright again David said, "Please, Megan, your posture."

In my nakedness, I was subconsciously squeezing my shoulders and hunching my back but, of course, David would have none of that. As he commanded, I straightened my shoulders and sucked in my tummy. That simple movement changed my demeanor from embarrassment to pride. I had an attractive body and if David wanted to see it then, goddam it, he was going to see it the way it should be seen. Strange how your emotions work, sometimes. Without David commanding it I slipped off my panties, stood straight and tall, looked David in the eye and said, "OK, I'm naked. Now what?"

"Now," he replied, "You must suffer. By the front entrance there's an umbrella stand. In it there is a cane, I want you to fetch it."