Part 46 (2/2)
”Just didn't see you.”
”I'm sorry. I just sat down her to see all these sweaters. Aren't they gorgeous?” She held up a light red sweater against her naked torso. Thrusting her b.r.e.a.s.t.s out to emphasize how it would look on her. Completely unconcerned that I was worried about her. Not even crossing her mind that I had thought she was escaping or planning an attack on me.
I nodded dumbly.
”I couldn't decide. I will if you want me to, but I thought I'd give you a choice. Red sweater, or silk blouse.” She held up a maroon silk blouse in her other hand. ”They both will look good, I think.”
”Take your pick.”
”You won't punish me for picking wrong?”
”There isn't a wrong one. Relax.”
”I don't suppose you'll let me have a bra?”
”Do you think you need one?”
She smiled and dropped the maroon blouse on the floor. She slipped the sweater over her head. Settling the knit over her nudity. Adjusting the garment over herself. Around her waist. It looked stunning on. She looked like a teenager, but she looked stunning. I was pretty sure that she'd picked the sweater for its covering value, since the silk was a bit sheer, but it didn't matter. She filled out the sweater without a problem. Her figure obvious underneath it. The sweater fit a bit tightly, but that was the style. It was supposed to hug her body like that. Again she turned for me, awaiting my approval. Praying that she wouldn't have to take it off and model the silk as well.
She completed her slow turn. ”Well?” she demanded.
”You look stunning. I should let you wear clothes more often.”
”I'd like that,” she smiled shyly. Covered for the first time in days. Hidden.
”How do you feel?”
”The jeans are a bit tight, but I don't imagine that you'll let me change back to the other pair. And it feels really really weird not having underwear on. Especially here.” She pointed to the sweater at about her nipple level.
”Come on, then. Time to get moving. If we can get Amy on her feet.”
”Sir?”
”Yes?” I turned back to the clothed girl.
”I just. Wanted. To thank-you for letting me get dressed. It. Feels really good,” she said haltingly.
”You are welcome. Don't get used to it, but I like seeing you in this. I might keep you in it for a while.”
”One more thing?”
”What?”
”Please. If you don't want me in them just say so. I won't press. But. Shoes? Socks maybe? Please? I've been in bare feet for so long. I. I would kill for a pair of running shoes. Even high heels. Whatever you want.”
I smiled at her. ”Christi. Honey. I know you want them. I don't blame you. I would too in your position. Let me think about it. You don't really need shoes. You look pretty without them.”
She briefly looked disappointed, but then looked down at her body again. Probably shocked not to see bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s and legs, but a sweater and jeans. She pranced over to me in her bare feet and hugged me. Gave me a quick kiss on the cheeks.
”Maybe I can earn shoes later?”
”Perhaps,” I grinned at her. I grasped her wrist, unusual to touch fabric there, and guided her back towards the other girls.
When we arrived, Amy was sitting up. Quietly talking to Jane. Both girls sitting cross-legged. Not caring about their exposure. I couldn't quite make out the conversation. Probably just talking about Amy's recent ordeal.
I was concerned about her. She had been the first girl I'd ever really whipped between her legs. I knew it had had to really hurt. I was hoping that she'd make it through alright.
I crouched in front of her. Noted that her bound hands were no longer pressed desperately into her crotch. She lifted her hands from her lap to allow me to check her. I traced some of the welts running up between her legs. My finger touching some of the worse ones on the inside of her thigh.
”That one,” she gasped. ”Really f.u.c.king hurts.”
I must of caught her unexpectedly hard on that angle. Not sure why. The rest of the welts had already begun to fade. I looked up at her. Her face was flushed, but she held my gaze. Used to me being able to touch her whenever and wherever I wanted. Sitting still for the humiliating inspection.
”Amy? How are you feeling?”
”d.a.m.n lousy, thanks to you.”
”You learned your lesson?”
”Oh G.o.d. Have I.”
”Can you walk?”
”I. I think so. You aren't going to punish me any more?”
”You have something else to tell me that deserves punishment?”
”No.” A bit sullenly.
”Come on them. I promise not to punish you again until we get home.”
”Oh s.h.i.+t. What have I done this time?”
”Nothing yet.”
”G.o.d. I'll behave. I can't take that again. Please.”
I rose and extended my hand to her. She grabbed on with both her bound hands and climbed a bit painfully to her bare feet. She now tried to keep her feet slightly apart as she stood. Trying to ease any contact with her v.u.l.v.a and thighs.
I helped Jane to her feet as well. At this point, Jane noticed Christi. Her eyes opening wide.
”Oh my G.o.d. You look gorgeous. He let you dress?”
Amy glanced over with a look of undisguised envy. Her eyes widening as well.
Christi just smiled. Running her hands down her top and the hips of her jeans like a model on a runway.
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