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Authors: Elizabeth Thorn

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“I said go,” she says impatiently.

“But –“ I say, bewildered.

“No ‘but’, bitch!”

Hurt and humiliated, I sit up straight, sticking my chest forward and up, and face the young driver whose interest is instantly piqued. Even the young woman in the passenger’s seat seems interested. Smiling hesitantly, the young couple smiles back and I’m ready to faint; no such luck, though.

“Anna,” Joanne says, impatience in her voice with an edge of anger.

Taking a deep breath, I force myself to lift up my hands and with trembling fingers, I unbutton one button after another, watching the young couple from the corner of my eyes. Their jaws drop and after having hung there for a while, their lips turn into wide grins, their eyes never leaving my chest.

“Now pull that blouse open and tits further up, bitch,” Joanne says, excitement in her voice.

Knowing I won’t have the strength to continue if I stop now, and what will happen if I piss Joanne off badly enough, I close my eyes tightly shut and like some pin up girl, I pull my blouse wide open, pushing my chest up to offer my audience a good view.

“Fuck,” I hear the young couple say in unison. Then the girl whistles and they start to clap.

Death would be a relief, but I still sit there with my breasts on full display, afraid that I might get arrested for indecent behavior.

“Open those pretty blue eyes and look at them with a smile, Anna,” Joanne hisses in my ear.

Obeying without thinking, I’m blushing like crazy, offering my smile to the young couple.

“Great show, lady!” the girl says. “Great tits, too!”

“Thank you,” I say out of habit, the impulse to be courteous too well ingrained in my system to have my shame override it.

“Wish my girl had tits like you!” the young man says and the girl playfully punches him on the shoulder, telling him he’ll pay for that.

Swallowing hard, my smile fading, my hands move to my breasts. Why not? Joanne will want it anyway. Lifting them up, arching my back even more, I feel like a complete slut. The kind of woman my entire upbringing warned me against. The kind of woman you could never be; cheap and dirty and without dignity and self-respect. But instead of meeting with disapproval, my slutty behavior receives praise in the form of more howls and whistles and clapping.

“Wish I had tits like you, too,” the girl says just as they pull off.

Relieved that it is over, I quickly slide down my seat as far as space will allow me, covering my breasts instantly.

“Now wasn’t that fun, Anna?” Joanne says.

“No, Mistress, that wasn’t fun to me,” I snap, too angry to hold back.

Chapter 7

Joanne

“Liar,” I say, unable to keep a wide grin off my face. “You secretly loved that.”

“I did not, Mistress. It made me feel humiliated and degraded,” Anna says, her arms firmly crossed over the fat tits that she was showing off only seconds ago.

“Only because you want to feel humiliated and degraded.”

She is quiet after that and I can see her think.

“Your stupid social conditioning is preventing you from expressing your inner slut in an honest and direct way, Anna. Good thing I am here to fix that.”

I can tell she is angry now, her eyes spitting fire at the glove compartment, only because she can’t direct it at me.

“You might want to button up, unless you want to flash those knockers to the whole neighborhood. Which you are free to do, of course. Free country and all that,” I say smoothly.

“Fuck off, Mistress,” Anna snaps, and I burst out laughing.

“Fuck me?” I say between laughs. “Anna, that is the first time I’ve heard you say the f word!” This is priceless. The uptight Anna, now no longer so self-controlled, her face red and trembling with barely contained anger, trying to button up her blouse with shaky fingers, looking more beautiful than ever. “You know I will have to discipline you for that, right?” I say, not because I am angry but just to show her who is boss.  When we pull up our street, I can see her try to slink even further down her seat, her eyes darting back and forth, afraid she might see a friend. “What punishment do you think is appropriate, Anna?”

“I think forcing me to do what you want me to do should be considered enough punishment, Mistress,” Anna says, stiff lipped.

“You are no fun today,” I say, still amused. I didn’t expect this side of her. I thought she’d cave in and that would be it; I am glad there is enough fire in her to offer some opposition, even though we both know it won’t get her anywhere. “But if you insist on playing it this way,” I say and pause to let the words sink in. “Either you come up with an appropriate punishment or you’ll have to knock on every door in this street, just to show off your new image. So your pick, and only because I’m in a real good mood, today.” I can see her think again, her eyes teary and restless.

“You can spank me, Mistress,” Anna says finally.

“Spank you,” I muse, liking the idea of using a paddle on her round ass. “What a wonderful punishment, Anna. Seems you have real potential, after all.” Anna has nothing to say to that, she just turns her face way.

Pulling up the driveway, “Oh and Anna, unbutton a few, will you? You look like an old lady.”

Pleased with myself, I watch her unbutton two more buttons and again her magnificent tits are of full display.

“Much better,” I say. “Now let’s go inside so I can spank your ass.”More icy silence from a thoroughly miserable looking Anna.

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