Message-ID: <11382eli$9805171220@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: corn53@aol.com (Corn53) Subject: Marie Clair-Wrong School, pt 2 (revised) MM/f, spnk, ws CORN53 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998051618330700.OAA00605@ladder03.news.aol.com> THE BATH It was the largest bathroom Marie Clair had ever seen. Ruffled white curtains,several furry, white area rugs, and a big tub, almost full of scented bubbles. Marie Clair had never had help undressing before, but thought she’d better cooperate. Besides, she was fascinated by Inga. Marie Clair timidly asked several questions while they were still alone, but all she got for answers were several cryptic, “You’ll see’s” for answers. When she was completely undressed, covering herself with crossed arms, she started to step into the tub which stuck out into the middle of the room. Inga prevented her from getting in with a gentle restraint on her arm. “You’re so pretty.” Inga whispered into her ear. “You’ll like it here.” “Thank you.” Marie Clair said out loud. “Shhh!” still whispering. Mrs. Hardman entered and closed the door. “Inga. Five spanks. Now!” “Yes, Mum.” Inga replied as she quickly removed her panties and presented her bare bottom to Mrs. Hardman who was now sitting on the wooden stool dear the dressing table. Inga bent all the way over. From this view Marie Clair could see that she had no public hair. Although she was surprised by this observation, Marie Clair decided not to say anything. While spanking Inga, Mrs. Hardman explained to Marie Clair, “She wasn’t supposed to be talking to you yet.” Coming to Inga’s defense Marie Clair said, “She didn’t talk to me, even though I kept asking her questions. I was the only one talking because I didn’t know we weren’t supposed to. So I should be getting the spankings, not Inga.” “My. That’s commendable, Marie Clair, but we saw and heard you both talking on the security cameras. There are cameras all over the house - in every room. So don’t try to fool me. Dr. Hardman is obsessed with security. He was in the military you know. Codes and spy things. He’s also obsessed with germs and wants us girls to be very clean. But I know you meant no harm when you defended Inga.” Stopping after just three spanks on Inga’s bare bottom, Mrs. Hardman said, “I think that’s enough. Seems like you have a new friend, Inga. Why don’t you undress and hop in with her? You can help me wash her.” “Yes, Mum. I would really like to.” and Inga began undressing, needing a little help to unfasten some of her underthings. “Now, come here Marie Clair and let me inspect you closer. I can see already we’ll need to shave the fine, reddish hair on your legs and your little tuft of red, pubic hair.” As Marie Clair stood in front of her, trying not to show her nervousness at being touched this way by a woman - or anyone for that matter. “Hold up your arms. Turn around. Good. Now hold your fanny open and bend over. Farther.” She was blushing - because Inga was watching and because Mrs. Hardman was inspecting her bottom so closely. “Looks very clean. Your anus is small and pink, just like your nipples.” “Thank you, Mam.” not knowing what else to say. “Bring me the scissors, Inga, so I can snip off this little patch of red hair before the bath. And we’ll do something nice with this hair tomorrow before our shopping trip.” as she tugged on one of Marie Clair’s pig tails. “Now turn back around and face me, Little Marie.” “But why do you need to shave me there?” “Its a rule in our house. Ladies all shave. Right, Inga?” “Inga, assume the spanking position here in front of us, with your legs farther apart than usual. That’s right.” Look how clean she is, Marie Clair. No germs hiding here.” and she traced her fingers through Inga’s bald pussy. As she was snipping off most of Marie Clair’s tuft of pubic hair, Dr. Hardman walked in. Marie Clair immediately bent forward and crossed her arms in front of herself. Her attempt at modesty actually squeezed her rather small, pointy breasts together and forward between her arms - in a very innocent, but erotic way. Dr. Hardman chuckled. Inga chuckled too, now naked and standing at attention by the tub. Mrs. Hardman said, “Marie Clair. Stand up straight. Put your hands at your sides. Let me clip the rest of this off.” pulling Little Maire towards her with a tug on her remaining pubic hair. “Such pretty hair.” said Dr. Hardman, “Let me see.” holding out his hand for the next snippet. Mrs. Hardman snipped off a small bunch of fine, reddish hair and handed it to Dr. Hardman. “This is so pretty, but we wouldn’t want any germs there, would we? Has she seen her new uniform?” “No Dear. Not yet. We’ll fit her day after tomorrow.” Dr. Hardman dispensed some foam into her hand which she rubbed on Little Marie’s pubic area, working it in, especially between her legs. Marie began squirming, but keeping her hands at her sides. “Open.” said Mrs. Hardman, forcing her hand back to Little Marie’s fanny. Marie Clair put her legs farther apart, still squirming, beginning to enjoy the stimulation while simultaneously turning red with embarrassment. Mrs. Hardman began shaving with her right hand while her left was back between Mraie Clair’s legs rubbing shaving cream on her bottom. Marie Clair squatted slightly to put her knees farther apart, and pushed her hips forward to help. Dr. Hardman turned and began to leave. Both Inga and Mrs. Hardman chuckled at the bulge in his pants, but Marie Clair was watching the shaving and didn’t notice. “We’ll have her all cleaned up in about 20 minutes, Douglas.” said Mrs. Hardman to her departing partner. Inga and Mrs. Hardman washed her very thoroughly - every square inch. Marie Clair couldn’t remember ever being bathed by someone else. It felt great. She didn’t understand the strange feelings she was getting. Sitting between Inga’s legs with her elbows resting on the sides of the tub, she realized the hard bumps rubbing against her back were Inga’s nipples pressed against her - moving - while Inga’s hands ‘washed’ her tummy, breasts, and pussy - pulling Little Marie tighter against her. No talking. All three of them enjoying the bath experience. The slender, 40ish Mrs. Hardman was kneeling outside the tub, sill in her sleeveless blouse and above-the-knee navy blue skirt. She had finished shaving Little Marie’s legs and armpits, with lots of washing, caressing. Inga and Mrs. Hardman working in tandem, sometimes one spreading her pussy lips while the other washed her clit. “We’ll get you all clean before dinner, Marie Clair... sparkling clean. Mr. Long is going to join us for dinner tonight and he especially likes girls to be clean.” They helped her out of the tub, patted her dry with pink, fluffy towels, and led her to the dressing table. After brushing her hair, the two women decided to leave it down - almost shoulder length. They stood her up - she was completely docile, not questioning anything - just enjoying the new feelings. While standing in front of the mirror, Marie Clair noticed her bald pubic area. It did look very clean. Her skin had a pink sheen to it, with hundreds of so-pale freckles giving her a ‘metallic’ glow. In fact, Marie Clair felt like she glowed. “Here you are, Dear, your new bra.” holding it for Marie Clair to step into. Her breasts stretched out the sheer cups in the 34-A bra. Marie Clair was thrilled. Her first bra. Going away to school. A pretty woman giving her a bath. Her first train ride. Shaving her pubic area.... so many new experiences in one day! There were matching sheer, silky panties with pink ribbon trim and a tiny bow in front. She noticed there was no cotton liner in the bottom part between the legs. They were sheer all over. Inga and Mrs. Hardman put ribbons in Marie Clair’s hair and taught her to apply make-up and lipstick. Dr. Hardman stopped in several times to check their progress, even taking a few snapshots during the make-over. Marie Clair objected but didn’t dare say anything. DINNER WITH THE HARDMANS She wore a short skirt and sheer blouse over her new bra and panties to dinner. She had never worn high heels before and felt a little awkward. The white ruffled ankle socks made her slim legs appear even longer. Everyone commented how lovely she looked, including the three dinner guests. Although Dr. and Mrs. Hardman and their guests did seem to check out her sheer blouse intently, nobody said anything. She figured they were noticing her pretty new bra with the pink bow which showed plainly through the blouse. Their glances made her feel pretty. As Marie Clair had been introduced to each guest in the foyer, she curtsied and said, “Pleased to meet you.” Each of the guests gave her a hug and kiss. In Marie Clair’s family they often kissed when greeting an adult they hadn’t seen for awhile, but they just kissed her on the cheek. These visitors kissed her right on the mouth! She found that she was always being ‘trained’ to the Hardman’s customs even in these social situations. Mrs. Hardman coached her on making their guests feel welcome. “When a gentleman bends down to kiss you, put your arms up around their neck. Kiss them as long as they want to kiss you. We may have to practice some more.” The three gentleman seemed happy to help with further training, giving her several types of kisses. From a hand shake and peck on the cheek, to a long lasting wet kiss with a firm hug and one hand patting her bottom. She was flustered with the practicing, trying to get it right. At first she was concerned because her panties were almost completely exposed when she reached her arms up, but soon forgot about it while trying to concentrate on the kissing. Mrs. Hardman smiled her encouragement. “She’s kissing so good that we might not need to spank her until her birthday!” “Perhaps not.” said one of the gentleman. “I’m planning to shop for her presents tomorrow. Let’s practice a few more kisses, Marie Claire, you almost have it right.” This was the gentleman who flicked his tongue across her soft lips each time they practiced. Marie Clair was glad he was so concerned with her learning. Inga served. Again wearing her maid’s uniform, which surprised Marie Clair. “Nobody seems to notice Inga’s short skirt - so short you can see her panties each time she bends over to serve.....” Marie Clair was thinking to herself. “Maybe it’s OK.” During dinner the guests discussed code games with Dr. Hardman. He explained that sometimes it’s a kind of code to say the exact opposite of what you mean. Perhaps they could play that at Marie’s Party. Near the end of the meal Inga filled one of the guest’s coffee cup so full that it overflowed into the saucer. “Inga!” said Dr. Hardman, “You spilled Mr. Long’s coffee! Bend over for five spanks.” She sat down the silver coffee server, lowered her frilly panties to her ankles, put her feet as far apart as the panties would stretch, then in one motion flipped her skirt up while bending down straight-legged to hold her ankles. Marie Clair could see her bottom and bald pussy from just two feet away as Mr. Long gave her five hard smacks. Then Inga pulled up her panties, said “Thank you very much, Mr. Long, Sir.” and then continued serving coffee as if nothing had happened. Mr. Long then complimented her for being so clean while serving. Marie Clair was beginning to find this family a little strange... but fascinating. The kissing practice, watching the spanking, the way her new panties felt on her hairless pussy lips - all were beginning to make her feel ‘funny’ inside. She noticed that she was pressing her legs together tightly and squirming in her seat during the brief spanking episode. When Marie Clair finally took her eyes off the sexy Inga, she noticed the guests were watching her reaction and she blushed a bright red. She often blushed as red heads do, but her body heat told her this might be a record. “Marie Clair will probably enjoy her birthday dinner tomorrow.” chuckled one of the guests. The others laughed their agreement, as she glowed even redder. After dinner Mr. Long held Marie Clair’s hand and led her to the living room. As the others joined them carrying their after dinner drinks, he sat in a big stuffed chair and pulled Marie Clair onto his lap, sideways across his legs. With one hand on her back and his other hand resting on her knees he began to rub her with both hands at once. She enjoyed the attention and being able to sit with the grown ups. She laughed along with them, even though she didn’t know what they were talking about when he said, “Little Marie Clair is going to love her battery toys tomorrow, don’t you think?” Several of them predicted that she might turn as red as the stripes in the flag when they ‘buzzed’ her tomorrow. Marie Clair continued to laugh along with them, thinking they were practicing their ‘codes’ again. They joked about her birthday spankings, too. She unwittingly replied she wasn’t scared at all since she had been spanked before. “Lots of times, sometimes without any ‘padding’ on, so I’m not worried about a few birthday spankings.” Mr. Long had turned her on his lap so she was facing away from him. He pulled her feet back on the big stuffed chair so that they straddled his legs. He scooted her back towards him. Now her feet were next to his hips and her bottom was pressed tightly against him. “So, spankings don’t worry you. But are you very ticklish?” asked Mr. Long as he scooted his hips forward a little. “Let’s see if you’re ticklish.” and he began tickling her sides. As she wiggled around on his lap he accidently lifted her skirt out in back so she was not sitting on it. Now she was sitting atop a stiff thing in Mr. Long’s pants, not knowing her skirt was lifted in back and tucked into her waistband. He could see her brief, sheer panties which did not completely cover her buns. “See if you can hold still with your arms straight out while I tickle you sides.” “OK. Try it. I can hold them out.” she laughed. “I’m not real ticklish.” She was thinking to herself, “I hope he’s not mad. His thing is stiff just like my Uncle’s used to get when he spanked my bare bottom on the couch at home. I hope I’m not hurting Mr. Long’s thing. It’s right under me, but I’ll pretend not to notice.” then aloud, “OK, Mr. Long, just try to tickle me. I can keep my arms straight out.” and she held her arms out, trying to stifle a giggle. To the other adults, “Sounds like she’s trying to challenge me. Let’s see how soon she brings her arms down.” and he began stroking up and down her sides - so lightly she could hardly feel it. She wiggled and squirmed on his lap, trying not to laugh or bring her arms down, and sometimes conscious of the stiff bulge pressing into her panties. Sometimes she jumped several inches off his lap. Wiggling, squirming, jumping - up and down, side to side, but still she didn’t laugh out loud or bring her arms down, even when he tickled so far around her sides that he accidently tickled her breasts. She pretended not to notice that either. “When in Rome...” she was thinking, enjoying the total experience. “If the adults here want want to play like kids sometimes, it’s OK with me.” and thought there was something different about the way they were playing, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, still thinking, “I hope I’m not hurting him with all this bouncing.” Now he was tickling harder - sometimes lightly, sometimes almost pinching - up and down her sides, back, and especially all over her tummy and breasts. Still she held her arms straight out as she wiggled and bounced even more. The other adults were enjoying the show and their drinks, not talking very much. They all watched as Mr. Long even pinched her breasts one at a time, while tickling her on the other side Everyone noticed her tiny, but very stiff nipples protruding through her sheer bra and sheer white blouse. Mr. Long was also extremely stiff, enjoying the tickling as much as Marie Clair, and enjoying the way her panties were slipping down, exposing even more of her fanny as she continued to bounce and wiggle. “OK, you win.” said Marie Clair as she finally brought her arms down, still squirming. Laughing out loud even though she lost. Her pent up giggles all coming out at once. Mr. Long discretely untucked her skirt from her waistband as he wrestled her around sideways on his lap again. “Anyone else want to tickle her? She lasted longer than I expected.” He patted her on her bottom, just under the edge of her very short skirt. “No, we’ve some plans to make for tomorrow. I’d better take her on upstairs and get her ready for beddie-bye.” said Mrs. Hardman. “If she’s good, I might bring her back down to kiss you all good-night.” She came over and took her hand to lead her away. Marie Clair tried stoically not to show how much she really wanted to stay. “Perhaps we should let her try the blindfold. She’ll be more ready for the party, Dear.” suggested Dr. Hardman. As she led Marie Clair upstairs the other gentlemen and Inga looked at the smiling Mr. Long. He was looking at his own lap, noticing the dark moist area on the front of his light grey suit pants. “It wasn’t me,” he said looking up, “she must like being tickled.” Mrs. Hardman led Marie Clair into the bathroom and helped her undress. “Why Marie Clair, did you wet your new panties? Feel how wet these are.” holding out the flimsy, white silk panties for Marie Clair to feel. “Umm, I don’t know why they are so wet Mrs. Hardman. Honest, I didn’t peepee, but I really have to now.” “Are you sure you didn’t? Well, go ahead and peepee. I’ll wait here with you and then show you your new nightie.” she said, “You’re getting the new nightie a day early.” They both listened to her tinkle. When she stood up Mrs. Hardman put a washcloth under the faucet and let the warm water run a minute. “Better let me wash you off before you try on your new nightie.” and she proceeded to wash off Marie Clair's bald pussy. She dried it off and felt it to make sure it was dry. THE NIGHTIE “Marie Clair, as part of the game tomorrow at your party we will blindfold you. Let’s try it on so you can practice walking blindfolded. Then we can put on your nightie. OK?” “Sure, Mrs. Hardman. I really want to go downstairs and be with the grown-ups some more. I’m not tired.” She helped Marie Clair put on her blindfold, then walked the naked Marie Clair to her room where her nightie was laid out on the bed. Mrs. Hardman could see the bed spread clearly through the sheer, white, material. “This is it.” said Mrs. Hardman, “It’s so pretty. You’ll see it when I bring you back up to bed.” “You’ll like the way it feels, so soft and silky. The embroidered designs are very pretty.” She helped Marie Clair try on the nightie. The ruffles around the bottom edge went down to her waist, but not onto her legs. “Ohhh, this does feel soft and silky like you said. It’s awfully short, though.” and she walked around by her bed fluffing it out with her arms. “It makes me feel so pretty. Like a grown-up myself. It makes my skin tingle.” “Put on these ruffled panties, too, Dear, and come back downstairs with me to say goodnight to our guests.” she said quietly. She helped her slip into the matching, sheer, crotchless panties. Walking to the dresser Mrs. Hardman took out a pair of thigh high, white hose with lacy tops, and said, “Let me help you with these. Try these high heeled shoes, too. They will look better with the hose than slippers.” “Thank you, Mrs. Hardman. Now my legs feel silky, too. I’ll just have to remember not to walk too fast or else the ruffles around the nightie will fly up. I wouldn’t want those men to see my panties. OH, it’s hard to walk fast in these shoes. It’s like I’m on tip-toes.” “Don’t worry, Honey. Those old men don’t want to see your panties. They just like the enthusiasm of teenagers sometimes.” Heading towards the door with her hand reaching up to take Mrs. Hardman’s hand, Marie Clair said, “Well, OK. I might be embarrassed, but they do all seem so nice they probably won’t laugh at me.” Near the bottom of the stairs, Marie Clair softly confided, “I’m starting to feel tingly again, Mrs. Hardman. This nightie is so silky.” The men stopped talking as they walked in. All looked at her approvingly as Mrs. Hardman led the blindfolded Marie Clair into the room. “You look lovely in your new nightgown. Put your hands down and turn around.” said Dr. Hardman finally, “Doesn’t she look lovely, Gentlemen? Inga, get Marie Clair a soda and she can stay up with us for a little while before going nightie-night.” “Yes, Sir.” Inga responded and turned towards the kitchen, smiling. Each of the men wanted to hold Marie Clair on his lap to kiss her good night and to play the tickle game for a few minutes. Even blindfolded, she recognized Mr. Long’s voice and immediately challenged him, “I bet you can’t make me giggle or bring my arms down again.” and she held up her arms, which raised the hem of her nightie almost to her belly button. This exposed her crotchless panties to everyone. She was lovely. “She did so good putting on her blindfold in the bathroom after she got undressed and tinkled, Mr. Long. She hasn’t even seen her new nightgown yet. But she likes the way it feels on her skin.” said Mrs. Hardman. Mr. Long reached out and began tickling her tummy and chest. She was smiling and wiggled a little bit, but did not bring down her arms or giggle out loud. Everyone could see that her tiny nipples were hard as rocks. Finally Mr. Long pulled her onto his lap facing him, knees on either side of his hips. “Let’s review the kissing techniques we did earlier, Marie Clair, while I get ready to tickle you.” He scooted his hips forward once again and pulled her towards him with his hands behind her knees. She felt his stiffness under her again but didn’t want to mention it. Her attention went momentarily to the sensation of not having panties on - the way the material of his trousers seemed to rub directly against her -stimulating her - but she knew she had panties on, so she stopped wondering about it. It was hard to concentrate because of the tickling and kissing practice at the same time. She kept wiggling and squirming on his lap, finally bringing her arms down and giving him a hug. “You win again, Mr. Long. I hope we can practice again sometime.” and continued to wiggle a moment even after he had stopped tickling her. “I hope so too, Marie Clair. You’re getting better already!” His face was flushed. She felt like she was being passed around. Everybody liked her thigh high hose and high heels. Several men complimented her firm, budding figure and said that in a few years she would be a beautiful woman. She wondered how they could tell. Each man accidently fondled her tangerine-size breasts while tickling her and said something about how nicely she was developing. She began to relax after the first ten “shy” minutes. “This nightie makes me feel tingly all over.” she confessed to one of the men. He shared her comment with the others. “Are these the stockings I gave you to give her, Gloria?” one of the men asked Mrs. Hardman. Marie Clair was sitting on his lap facing him, with her legs outside of his. He was bouncing her on his knees, as if she was a child. He liked watching the way her firm breasts jiggled and she liked the feel of her nipples bouncing against the silky material. The ruffled hem of her nightie barely covered her private area, but it did cover the tops of her hose. He said to Marie Clair, “Can I see the tops of the stockings I gave to the Hardmans to give you?” “No. It would be too embarassing to lift my nightie.” Mrs Hardman overheard this. She walked up to them, standing against Marie Clair’s back and said, “Young Lady, don’t talk back to our guests like that. Now hold your arms straight out again if you don’t want a spanking in front of our guests!” Knowing that she meant it, Marie Clair put her arms straight out from her sides - as if she was getting ready to play the tickle game. She was conscious of how 'open' she was since she was sitting on Mr. Jones’ lap facing him. Even knowing she had panties on didn't keep her from feeling somewhat 'exposed.' Mrs. Hardman reached down the front of the worried Marie Clair and lifted her nightie to just below her breasts. As Marie Clair turned red again - but did not move - the other men came over to admire the beautiful stockings. Fortunately, Marie Clair still didn't know the panties were crotchless. “I’m glad we didn’t have to spank her.” commented Mr. Jones as he began bouncing her once again. All watched for a few minutes as Marie Clair relaxed, thankful she had avoided the spanking, thinking it was probably OK for them to see her panties, especially since they were going to spank her the next day. She was relieved that they only commented on her hose and didn’t seem to notice her private area. She didn’t know that her panties were crotchless and the way she was sitting completely exposed her bald pussy to them. “She is such a clean little girl. Isn’t she Mr. Jones?” asked Mr. Long. “Tomorrow we will have to spank you on your bare bottom, Marie Clair, and then you will get lots of nice presents. Won’t that be nice?” “I’m looking forward to the presents and I’m not scared of a few spankings.” trying to put on a brave face, still unsure of the ‘bare bottom’ idea. Later on, after kissing the guests goodnight, Inga led her up to bed and removed the blindfold. On the way up they had their first woman-to-woman talk. Marie Clair was honored to be be treated like an adult. “Did you enjoy talking and playing with the grown-ups, Little Marie?” “Yes. I felt like one of the group - like they were gald to have me around. Somehow, they even made me feel like I was pretty and almost a grown-up myself.” “You are getting grown-up. And you are pretty!” with that Inga hugged Marie Clair to her, patting her bottom. “Did you feel embarassed or anything like that, Little Marie?” “No. Well, sometimes when they accidently tickled too high on my tummy... umm, well, I would have been embarassed, but they touched me by accident. Gee, everybody touched me there by accident, but nobody mentioned it so I didn’t mention it.” “Were you embarassed to be downstairs in your nightgown?” “No. That was OK. I mean I was dressed so they couldn’t see my parivate parts or anything.” “So, in you head everything was fine. You weren’t embarassed at all?” “Gee, Inga, I never talked about my feelings before. But I was gald they wanted to play with me. I didn’t mind when they kept accidently touching my... um, my.... those parts that my new bra holds. I’m embarassed to say the name.” “These are your breasts, Marie Clair.” and she fondled them for the shy girl, explaining the terms. “Or some people call them tits. These hard parts on the very tip...” and she gently pinched them, “are called nipples. Did that hurt?” “No. It didn’t hurt. But it makes them feel funny, like when the grown-ups accidently touched them.” “But it didn’t hurt? And you weren’t embarassed when I touched you to explain the words?” “Umm, Inga. It feels good. I’m embarassed talking about this, but I used to touch them at home, especially after my uncle accidently touched them.” “Did it feel good when Mr. Long kept ‘accidently’ touching and pinching your breasts?” “Oh, you noticed that? I didn’t think anyone noticed when he touched me there. He was tickling me, see, and I was wiggling around. He didn’t do it on purpose!” “Marie Clair, ‘embarassed’ is in your head. It’s not something that happens outside of yourself. Stand still here in front of the mirror a minute before I take off your blindfold. Let me rub these and tell me how it feels, OK?” “OK.” smiling, standing still, leaning back against Inga while Inga tickled and pinched her breasts. "Let me take the blindfold off now." Marie Clair was shocked that she could see right through the nightie in her mirror. “Oh my!” and after looking a moment longer, she added, “Then the grown ups could see my breasts the whole time I was downstairs.” “Maybe they didn't even notice. But it didn’t hurt you, did it? They could see you and you weren’t embarassed because you didn’t know they could see you. That’s what I meant about ‘embarassed’ is in your head.” Marie Clair furrowed her brow and pursed her lips, trying to follow Inga’s reasoning. Inga chuckled and after tucking her in she kissed Marie Clair goodnight - a long, wet kiss right on the mouth. What a day it had been - first train ride, meeting the Hardmans, getting a bath, having her pussy shaved, wearing such grown up clothes... What would her birthday party be like? It was difficult to get to sleep, especially since Inga insisted she leave her light on. It was too warm to get under the blanket, so after Inga left, she flipped off the sheet and began feeling how silky her nightie was - feeling all over herself - enjoying the new sensations. When she felt her -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----