She turned slowly in front of the mirror to see the new effect. "Yes it does look better this way but I feel so naked. I even wear panties to bed."
"Jesus! There you go with the naked bit again. You should get used to it, you look beautiful naked. Besides it makes you a little excited doesn't it?"
"Yes it does a little but that just makes me feel guilty."
"You have nothing to feel guilty about. Let's try on some bathing suits." As I said this I unzipped the back of her dress.
She clutched the dress to her with her arms and blushed again saying quaveringly, "Does Lance have to be here?"
"Yes of course. You need to build your self-confidence. It will help you to be appreciated. Now raise your arms so I can get this off." I could have just as well pulled it down but I was sure Lance would appreciate the pose."
"Oh no! I couldn't."
"You are being naughty and disobedient. What did your parents do to punish you when you were disobedient?"
"They would spank me. If Dad got really mad at me he would spank my bare bottom and legs with a belt. Once he spanked my stomach too. It was terrible!"
The excitement in her eyes and face made a liar out of her.
"Am I going to have to spank you?"
She just gulped and slowly raised her hands over her head. It didn't even seem to occur to her that she had a third choice of just refusing to accept either the spanking or being exposed.
To make it more fun for Lance I raised the dress over her head very slowly exposing her body inch by inch. By the time it was off she was panting with excitement. She immediately covered her breasts and pussy with her hands but when I said sharply, "Shirley!" she dropped them to her sides. I let her stand there naked and blushing while I sorted through my bathing suits.
She was really relieved when she had on a suit no matter how tiny. and would pose for us. The minute it was taken off she froze in position to resume blushing and looking agonized. Finally I caught her putting her hand in front of her pussy again. "Jesus! You just don't know what is good for you. This will help." I used the belt off my bathrobe to tie her hands behind her back. This seemed to add to her agitation at first but she resigned herself to it. I finally put my tiniest suit on her. It was just a g-string with a two inch elastic band to cover her nipples.
"Oh this is too much. Where could I wear a suit like this?"
"At private pools or at Rio of course. All of us girls have them."
"Really. All of you? I guess it wouldn't be so bad if everyone was wearing them. I think I am so embarrassed now because I am so naked while you both have all your clothes on."
That was the whole idea of course, but I made her feel better when I said we would join her when we went swimming.
I thought Lance may be going too far when he said, "The only thing wrong with that suit is all the crotch hair hanging out around the bottom. That is kind of gross."
I decided to go along with it and said, Yes you are right. It definitely needs trimming. Go get the clippers and razor."
"Oh no. That would make me even more naked!"
"Everybody does it. See?" I lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties to show her my bald pussy."
She was surprised I would do that in front of Lance.
"How can you do that with your own brother watching?"
"Oh shit! I am tired of your hang-up on nudity. We have been running around naked since we were tiny. No-one wears a bathing suit in our pool." This wasn't entirely true. Our parents and their friends wore suits. Our friends didn't when our folks were out of town.
Lance returned with the dog clippers and an electric razor. I put her on my bed with her butt on a pillow. I left on her bottom to let her think we would just trim around it. Then I said,
"We can't have you moving around you might get cut."
I tied robe belts to her ankles then Lance and I pulled on the belts to pull her legs apart very wide and tied them to the bed posts. When she sat up I added another belt to her neck and tied it to the headboard. It was really fun! Her whole body was blushing and she began breathing in little pants as her excitement grew. As soon as she was tied down I cut the strings to her bottom. We took our time shaving her, first clipping off the long hair with the dog clippers and then shaving with the electric razor. We knew the vibration would get to her especially since I was holding the throbbing handle of the clippers against her clit while Lance finished shaving. She really came funny. She made a bunch of "Yip" sounds and then let out a deep sigh and fell back completely limp.
She laid there breathing deeply for awhile and then began fighting her bonds. "What happened to me. I have never felt like that before! I thought I was going to faint.What have you done to me."
"You just came silly. You had an orgasm."
"Oh no I couldn't have. You aren't supposed to have those till you have sex with your husband. Mom told me so. She said if I had sex before marriage it would be painful but if I was married I could have orgasms. This wasn't even sex I must be a slut and pervert. Dad would whip me till I bled if he was here."
She began to cry. I couldn't believe this! "My god have you spent your life in a cave? Haven't you ever played with your pussy till you came? You must be at least sixteen."
I began to feel sorry for the naive little bitch and started to explain that it was perfectly normal when Lance stopped me.
"Shirley.. You feel really guilty about this don't you?"
"Yes. Horribly guilty" she sniffled.
"What makes you feel better when you are guilty?
She sniveled, "I guess when I have been forgiven for it."
"Yes," he purred. "And how do you get forgiven?"
God I had to admire his brilliance as I saw where this was going. She thought about it for a few seconds then said as if she had come to a brilliant insight. "Oh yes. I always feel good after I have been punished and they hug and kiss me and say they forgive me."
"I see.. And do you think we should punish you with a spanking, or a whip?"
I was impressed with him again. He didn't give her a choice of punishment or no punishment, he just gave her a choice of instruments.
"Well... I guess Dad would want to whip me. Don't you think so? Would that make you forgive me?"
"I am sure it would. Don't you think it would, Heather?
"Yes I suppose it would if it was hard enough. And if it happens again she could be punished again so she never needs to feel guilty." Lance frowned at me as if I had gone too far but she chirped,
"Oh yes! You guys could keep me in line! Now that Dad is gone Mom doesn't pay much attention to me. Untie me and I will turn over so I can be whipped."
I started toward the ropes but Lance stopped me. "Let's think about this Shirley. Did your butt do anything to earn punishment? What felt strange or good when you came?"
Jesus! This was exciting! He was actually going to get the dumb bitch to ask to have her pussy whipped.
"Gee.. I don't know exactly. My cunny, my stomach, and even my breasts felt strange."
"All that needs to be punished doesn't it?"
"Oh.. I guess so. That will hurt awful won't it?"
"It needs to hurt awful doesn't it?"
"Oh yes. Sure. If it didn't hurt I couldn't expect to be forgiven could I?"
"No And we want to be sure you are forgiven because we don't want you to feel guilty. I'll get some belts."
He came back with four belts and said, "Since you are cooperating you may choose your belts."