The In Laws
I was really glad when I was invited to join the cheerleading team. It seemed to
justify all those hours of aerobics to lose my baby fat and end up with my
36D,23,35 body.
Up until then I didn't get much respect since I was not too bright getting a lot
of D's and like I said on the chubby side. I hated to be called on in class
because I never knew the answer and was embarrassed by the snickers at my dumb
answers.
That all changed when I became a cheerleader especially since the school had
finally gotten up to the nineties and let us wear costumes like the professional
cheerleaders. The halter and low riding short skirt let us show off our flat
tummies and cute bellybuttons.
I think all girls who go into cheerleading are showoffs by nature and I was
certainly no exception. I loved the way guys stared.
You would think that I would have a lot of dates but I had started going with a
guy when I was still fat and the other boys assumed we were going steady and
never asked me out.
Then at a football game my whole life changed. I saw a man staring at me from
the grandstand and noticed he moved to the first row to get a better look. He
stood out like a sore thumb. Everyone was dressed casually but he was in a
beautiful three piece suit. He was older than me probably in his middle twenties
while I was only sixteen but he seemed to know I would be receptive.
After the game he came down on the field and said, "Fate works in mysterious
ways. I would never have come here if there were anything else to do in this
town. You are the loveliest girl I have ever seen and I would like to know you
better. Would you like to go somewhere for something to eat or drink?"
I was flattered. I thought he was gorgeous too but I told him that I had to get
on the team bus to get back home.
He said, "I would be honored to give you a ride home. It would give us a chance
to talk."
I told him I thought that would be all right if he would wait while I told the
girls I had another ride home.
He agreed and I told them I would be riding home with him. They were shocked
that I would want to ride home with a stranger especially someone so much older
than me but agreed he was really handsome. I was told to get his car license
number in case he tried anything which I promised to do.
He led me to a Mercedes convertible. I had never seen one up close before. We
had an old chevy and I was impressed. I asked him how he could afford such a
nice car and he told me that he had made good grades in law school and was given
a hiring bonus and a good salary.
From then on he just asked about me. Again I was flattered because the boys in
school only wanted to talk about themselves. Little by little he got my life
history icluding making me blush when he asked if I enjoyed showing off in my
skimpy uniform.
I told him it was a pretty standard uniform and certainly did not show as much
as Bikini bathing suits which I would never wear. I told him I was in
cheerleading to show my team spirit although I knew he saw right through me.
When we got home he didn't just drop me off at the curb like my boyfriend did.
He insisted on walking me to the door and meeting my parents.
Dad was not too impressed by him since he thought he was too old for me but he
won Mom over right away by telling her that seeing her made it obvious where I
got my good looks. Then he cemented it by later saying that one of his clients
was an upscale department store and that he could get a real discount on their
prices. Mom loved to shop at the store but never bought anything since the
prices were so much higher than Walmart. He said that he would stay over and
take us shopping the next day.
Mom and I could hardly believe it. Dad hated shopping and would usually just
drop us off at the Mall and have us call him at the bar when we were ready to go
home.
It turned out to be more than a discount. He said he had heard of a great
restaurant and wanted to take us there in style and insisted on buying us
dresses for the occasion.
The cocktail dresses he picked out were much more daring than we would have
bought with low necklines that showed a lot of cleavage. We were both blushing
when we came out of the dressing room to model them for him.
Mom said that we could not wear them because the little strings over the
shoulders and the bare back would show our bra's. He told us that the dresses
had built in bra's and no other bra was necessary. The sales girl agreed with
him so rather than look like hicks we said that they would be okay.
He bought us some high heeled pump shoes and insisted we wear them home so Dad
could see how lovely his wife and daughter were.
Mom said we may have to return them because Dad had never seen us in anything so
daring but he said he was sure Dad would approve. I was not so sure. The top was
down and the breeze on my nearly naked boobs really made it clear how exposed we
were.
We modeled them for Dad and at first he seemed displeased but then Jake told him
that he should be proud to have such a lovely wife and daughter. He was still
doubtful until Jake said that we looked so good he was happy to pay for them.
Dad had never turned down a freebie and when told we got the dresses to go to
the fancy restaurant Dad had been saving for a really special occassion he
agreed we should look our best for that.
He put on his best suit and we drove to the restaurant. Dad was also impressed
by his car and asked a lot of questions about it embarrassing me when he asked
what it cost and what kind of salary he made to buy it.
Jake was not embarrassed though and told him that he made a guaranteed salary of
$80,000 per year and more with bonuses for winning cases.
Dad was even more impressed when Jake told him he came from a poor family and
only got in his position thanks to a football scholarship.
I think that made Dad feel better since I was sure he assumed Jake came from old
money and his parents would not approve of us.
At the restaurant he took charge of us just like he had at the store just
telling the waiter to bring us the specialty of the house and a bottle of their
best wine.
I had looked at the menu and was amazed it had no prices. Jake just laughed and
said," I guess they think if you have to ask the price you can't afford it.
All through dinner Jake kept complimenting us and telling Dad how lucky he was
to have such a lovely family. That made Dad feel good.
Dad offered to pay our share but Jake would not hear of it. I saw the bill and
was glad Dad had not insisted since it was well over a hundred dollars and I
knew Dad did not have that much cash with him.
He continued to court the whole family. The only thing I found a little strange
was his bossy nature. He never seemed to care what I thought about anything. He
bought us more clothes and just ignored us if we complained they were too sexy.
The crowning thing was when he said he was taking us to the beach and insisted
on buying us both really skimpy Bikini bathing suits inspite of me telling him I
would be embarrassed being seen in it. To my surprise Mom agreed with him and
modeled one at the store for him. I had never seen her so naked. The top showed
all the sides of her boobs and cleavage nearly to the nipples and the bottom was
so skimpy she had to tuck her crotch hair into the little vee so they would not
show. She whispered to me that we would have to cut off some of the hair when we
got home so it wouldn't show.
When we got home Mom had me go upstairs to my room and said, "I'll shave you and
then you can shave me."
She put a towel down on the bed and told me to take off my jeans and panties
while she got the clippers she had bought to cut Dad's hair to save moey and his
electric razor.
I said, "God Mom. This is too embarrassing. You haven't seen me naked since I
was a little girl."
She said, "That is okay. We are both girls and family. You will be more
embarrassed if hair is hanging outside you bikini bottom."
That made sense to me and I got undressed and laid back on the towel blushing
when she told me to open my legs real wide.
I don't think I have ever blushed so much in my life while she used the clippers
to cut off the hair to stubble and then finished with the electric razor until
my pussy was totally bald.
My blushing was a rsult of two things. First I was embarrassed to be spread
eagled exposing my pussy more than I had ever done even when I was alone but
even more her pulling at my pussy lips to get every hair and the vibration of
the razor was really exciting me and I was afraid she might notice and think I
was some kind of slut.
When it was her turn I remembered what actions had excited me most and did it to
her. I let the razor linger over her clitoris knowing the vibration was exciting
and was pleased to see her blush and her breathing get ragged as her excitement
built to the point she had to grab my hand and tell me that was enough.
She got up and had me join her at the mirror saying,"God. I can't remember being
so naked."
I said, "Me either. We look about seven years old. I wonder what Dad is going to
think about this. I can't imagine anyone seeing me this way."
Mom just grinned and said, "I guess I will find out tonight."
We went to the beach and I was sure Dad would be shocked and make us wear towels
but he just agreed with Jake that we looked really beautiful and sexy.
Obviouly Dad approved of Mom naked pussy. I had heard them make love before but
never as long or with as many sighs and groans as that night.
I guess Jake thought he had courted my folks enough because we began going out
alone. Dad seemed glad to get rid of us and I noticed there was a bolge in his
pants while he was holding Mom and waving Goodbye to us. Mom had told me that
the shaving was the best thing that had ever happened to her since Dad was now
paying as much attention to her as when they were first married.
Jake was a wonderful lover holding and kissing me and when his fondling became
too exciting I reminded him that I was a virgin and planned to save myself for
my husband. He respected that and seemed pleased that I was a virgin. That did
not stop him from encouraging me to be more brazen. I finally agreed to his
demand that I never wear a bra no matter what kind of top I had on. Secretly I
enjoyed the feel of my top rubbing my nipples when we walked or even more when
he watched me do my aerobics in a T-shirt and shorts. It was kind of
embarrassing to have my boobs jumping and swinging as I did them but it was also
fun to see the bulge grow in his pants while he watched me.
Shortly after he gave me a huge diamond ring and asked me to marry him. I of
course accepted and my Dad and Mom were really pleased. Dad said he was afraid I
might fall in love with one of the local boys with no prospects except working
at the mill their whole life as he was doing.
Mom took me aside and told me, "You will never meet a man as good as Jake. Make
him happy no matter what he may want."
Then she really embarrassed me by telling Jake that she had told me to make him
happy and that if I didn't to let her know and she would give me a spanking like
she did when I was younger.
I hoped she was not serious since those spankings had been terribly humiliating
and I was overjoyed when she said that I was getting too old for them. If that
wasn't enough she added, "I would let you watch so you would know she was
properly punished."
I couldn't imagine how bad that would be. I hadn't been spanked since I was nine
years old but I still vividly remembered them. It had been a long ordeal. First
I had to go out and cut two willow switches. One little and one long. Then when
I returned I had to choose a switch. You would think it would be an easy
decision to choose the little one but there was more to it than that. If I chose
the big one I would just be switched on my panty covered butt and the back of my
thighs while leaning over the dining room table. That would leave terrible welts
that would make it hard to sit for days. The little switch was terrible too
because of added embarrassment and extra courage. For it I had to get totally
naked and stand with my legs open and my hands on my head while she switched my
tummy and chest then my terribly sensitive inner thighs. If I took my hands off
my head she would start over. I only let that happen once.
When we went out to dinner he made me tell him about my spankings in detail
which made me blush to my toes. Worse I thought he was cruel when I noticed the
big bulge in his pants. I couldn't really blame him though since Dad also got
erections even before I developed boobs.
At dinner we had wine. The waiter acted like he didn't notice I was drinking
although under age since he knew he was in for a big tip and we were sitting in
a booth in the corner out of sight of the other diners.
I have never been able to handle alcohol and after a few glasses of wine I got a
little giddy and careless and spilled the glass in my lap ruining the new dress
he bought me. Naturally we couldn't go to the movie with the huge red stain on
my white dress so he took me home. He didn't seem angry although I felt terribly
guilty.
I thought I was forgiven and was shocked when I was home and he said, "Allene
was very naughty tonight. She drank too much and ruined her new dress. Obviously
I am not happy."
Mom was pissed. She said, "Allene. I am ashamed of you. Get the cleaver and cut
a couple of switches."
I wailed,"Mom! Please. I am not a little girl anymore."
"All the more reason you should be punished. Are you arguing with me?"
I whimpered, "No." I knew if I argued she would make it worse.
I got the cleaver and went to the wilow tree sobbing my heart out at the thought
of the pain and embarrassment I would suffer. I remembered I was to cut one
switch reaching from my neck to the ground and another from my waist to the
ground. Of course now that I had grown to five feet four inches the switches
were bigger and more frightening than they had been when I was nine and much
shorter.
On the way back I decided to choose the big switch. It would be terrible but at
least I would be saved the embarrassment of showing him my bald pussy.
I came in and whimpered while looking at the floor in embarrassment, I'll take
the big switch."
Mom said, "Is that all right with you, Jake."
"Actually I was planning a long drive to the mountains tomorrow and I don't
think she should suffer the ride on a welted bottom."
"Mom said, "Isn't that sweet of him, Allene?
I wasn't so sure since that meant total nudity in front of a man for the first
time in my life.but mumbled "I guess so."
I looked up from the floor and saw that she had brought my Dad up from his
basement workshop. That meant I would be doubly embarrassed and I whined, "You
aren't going to watch are you Daddy? I am your daughter. It isn't right."
He said, "Of course I am going to watch. I have wondered how your body looked
now that you are grown. I never fully agreed to your Mom's idea of stopping the
spankings."
Mom said, "Oh John. You knew we had no choice. She was old enough for physical
ed courses and someone would have seen her welts."
"Allene. Are you ready for your punishment?"
"I guess so. May I go to my room to undress?"
"No. I think it will add to your embarrassment to be stripped in front of the
men. Here. I will help you."
She unzipped the back of my dress but instead of just taking it off quickly like
she had when I was little she took the hem in her hands and slowly slid it up my
thighs baring me inch by inch in a kind of strip tease that had me blushing
furiously.
I watched them grinning while bulges grew in their pants
The dress moved up so slowly baring my thighs and then my bald pussy and then my
flat tummy with the cute innie bellybutton. At my boobs she jerked it on over my
head making my boobs lift then sway while they grinned even more broadly.
She said, "You know what you must do now."
I folded my arms on the top of my head feeling my breasts rise and opened my
legs a little dying of embarrassment knowing how obscene I must look.
Jake said, "Shouldn't her legs be open a little more?"
"Yes of course. Allene. Open wide. You know I can't get the switch between your
legs that way."
I sobbed and opened my legs a little more then more at her urging until I could
feel my pussy lips open.
She let me stand there a moment totally humiliated then said. "Remember to keep
your arms on your head and be brave."
I had forgotten the "Brave" part. If I screamed or even yelped she would give
three more lashes to the same spot that made me yell.
End part one
