Janice proceeded with the inspection by pushing the blonde hair off of Charity's shoulders to let it drape down her back. Then, she gripped each ear, one at a time, and leaned forward to inspect them.
"Good girl. Only one piercing per lobe. That's respectable."
Then Janice lifted each of Charity's arms and placed her niece's hands behind her neck in a clear signal that the hands should remain there. The hands did. Janice acted as if she were visually inspecting the arms and upper chest for signs of markings or piercing, but she was actually just setting the stage for her next assault on Charity's body.
Janice lifted her hands and, with fingers splayed, lifted Charity's breasts. She made a show of looking beneath each breast for tattoos but was really just enjoying the weight of the firm mounds pressing down on her fingers.
"Oh!" gasped Charity as she felt her aunt's fingers claim her breasts.
"No tattoos or markings so far," proclaimed Janice. "Good girl."
Charity breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her arms. Janice anticipated this move and immediately reached around her niece and swatted her bottom.
"We're not finished yet! I'll tell you when to lower your hands."
"Ouch! Yes, Aunt Janice," was the obedient response as hands went back behind the neck to intertwine fingers.
"Charity, you asked me to do this. But you seem to be having problems with it. Should I just let your mother finish this?"
"Oh no, Mistr.. I mean Aunt Janice," Charity quickly replied. "I was just surprised. I didn't know you would be so thorough. But I'm fine with it."
Janice heard all that she needed. Her niece almost called her Mistress. That was all the confirmation that she needed. She predicted to herself that she would own a slave by the end of the semester.
"Good," nodded Janice. "I was just checking." Then, Janice grasped the tip of Charity's left nipple and stretched it away from her body slightly. She heard her niece sucking in her breath. She bent forward again and inspected the nipple.
"We're looking for signs of piercings,' described Janice. "Fortunately, I don't see any. Have you ever thought about having your nipples pierced?"
"No, Mis.. Aunt Janice!"
Janice decided to become bolder. She knew that her niece had almost called her "Mistress" twice and she wanted to take advantage of the tangled mess of Charity's brain.
Janice grasped the nipple fully and pulled it outward from Charity's chest, stretching the beautiful breast into a cone. Then, she used her other hand to roam over every square inch of the soft, firm flesh.
"If I'm to be reassuring your mother, or not even saying anything to your mother, I also need to check for needle marks. But, thankfully, this breast is free of them. Now let's check the other one."
Again the nipple was slightly stretched under the auspices of looking for signs of piercings and, again, the breast was stretched away from Charity's chest as Janice ran her fingers over the surface. When she was finished, her niece was sporting two deliciously stiff nipples.
Janice released the nipple, allowing the breast to bounce back into its original form and then lifted both breasts in her fingers again. "Don't ever do anything to change these," warned Janice. "They're perfect just as they are."
"Thank you," stammered a blushing Charity.
Janice ran her fingers down Charity's sides and then toward each other to meet at the girl's navel. She squatted down so that her eyes were level with the cute indented belly button and then ran a finger slowly around it causing Charity's belly to quiver.
"No piercings here either," announced Janice. "That's good."
Charity breathed a sigh of relief and lifted her night shirt to put it back on.
"Not so fast," said Janice sternly. "We're not finished yet." Then the older woman straightened up and walked behind the girl. She gathered the long blonde hair and then fastened it into a ponytail, draping the locks over Charity's left shoulder. Then her fingers danced lightly down her niece's back. Janice smiled as she saw the gooseflesh forming in the wake of her fingers.
Janice placed a hand between Charity's shoulders and pressed forward. "Bend over," commanded the aunt. Charity obediently bent at the waist until her chest was almost parallel with the floor. Janice smiled as she saw the heavy breasts dangling and swaying beneath her niece's chest.
"Oh!" gasped Charity as she felt her aunt's fingers pry her bottom cheeks apart. She clenched her bottom cheeks trying to keep them together to protect her modesty but then squealed and reluctantly relaxed them when her efforts were met with another hard smack on the bottom.
At this point, Charity's mind was in complete turmoil. This seemed more like it belonged in the plot of one of her stories than in her aunt's bedroom on a normal weeknight. Well, normal isn't exactly right, she thought. But that was about the only thought she could muster.
Charity's eyes opened wide and her mouth opened to protest as she felt a finger traveling through the forbidden valley between the firm smooth globes of her bottom and then she emitted another squeal as the finger reached the little brown pucker. She started to pant with her cheeks moving in and out with each breath as the finger slowly circled the little rosebud.
Janice tapped several times on the little pucker before announcing, "no signs of anything here, either. Good." Janice straightened up and moved back to Charity's front. Janice reached beneath Charity's chest and grasped the dangling breasts, squeezing slightly and enjoying the feel of the warm flesh. She used the twin orbs of delight as handles to pull Charity upright.
"You can straighten up now."
Charity closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief that the ordeal was over. But her relief was short-lived. Janice had squatted down in front of her and was tapping on the insides of her thighs.
"Open up," commanded Janice. Charity moved her feet apart only to receive more insistent taps. "Wider."
Charity's face turned crimson in humiliation as her very private parts were lewdly displayed to her aunt. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt fingers grasp one of her labia to stretch it away from her body and then other fingers moved along its entire length.
Janice smiled inwardly as she found her niece's sex to be quite wet with arousal. "This is going to be easy," she thought. Then she repeated the actions with the other labia causing Charity's whole body to tremble.
Finally, Janice grasped the little hood of flesh protecting Charity's clitoris and stretched it out to reveal the glistening little nubbin. It took all of Janice's strength to keep from leaning forward and licking it, but she resisted the temptation.
Janice stood again and patted Charity on the head. "All done, little one. You passed."
"Thank god," sighed Charity as she finally opened her eyes. "May I get dressed now?"
"Of course you may," smiled Janice as she leaned forward and kissed Charity on the cheek. "You're such a good girl."
Charity smiled weakly in response and slipped her nightshirt back on.
Chapter 2: Testing the Waters
Janice held back from doing anything more on the next day. She didn't want her plan to become too obvious. But the following day, she again entered the bathroom in the middle of her niece's bath.
This time, Charity knew enough to remain quiet. She was not about to do anything that might result in another humiliating inspection. Janice sat on the closed toilet seat and talked with the naked girl about various subjects. When Charity was finished with the bath, Janice arose and removed the towel from the rack and opened it.
"Let me help," she offered to the nude beauty. Reluctantly, Charity stepped out of the tub. Janice rubbed her hair to dry it and then created a little turban with the towel. Then, she grabbed another towel and patted the magnificent body dry, forcing herself not to linger too long on the girl's breasts or sex despite her desire to hold them longer.