Loading...Beatrice got divorced at the age of 28 because her husband left one day and sent a van round to collect his possessions a week later, and then disappeared. Now, 10 years later, she lived alone and worked as a hospital administrator. She’d always been somewhat overweight. Unkind members of her family called her fat and her older brother called her stout, a word she hated. She thought of herself as cuddly, well-covered, and shapely.
“She should shape herself up,” they agreed among themselves.
What was true was that she had a lovely face; the face of a teenage girl still, with her mass of falling golden hair. Other women in the family laughed at her behind her back because of her size 20 figure, but they all secretly envied her face and hair.
She’d had affairs with a number of men since the divorce, including some that scandalised the family and they’d taught her a great deal about her own pleasures and desires. For some years, she’d harboured very special sexual yearnings based on these short friendships, and she longed to be able to indulge herself at leisure instead of hurriedly in a hotel room or when some man’s wife wasn’t watching.
None of her friendships had come to anything and she was beginning to think of herself as a solitary female. However, she’d also started to see herself as an experienced and predatory female, which would have been a shock to every other single member of the family, she imagined.
Over the same 10 years, she’d been watching her nephew Nicholas [known as Nicky in the family, to distinguish him from his father Nicholas, known as Nick], the son of her eldest brother and 21 years of age. Her observation of Nicky had developed into a serious lust in recent years. Every time he returned from his college and then university in Scotland, she sought an opportunity to meet him, hold him and kiss him. At his last visit to her little house, she noticed that he wrapped his arms around her ample figure and kissed her properly on her lips. He’d smiled into her eyes and given her a wink with the other eye, so that no one else there could see.
“Hmm,” she’d thought to herself, “I wonder what he’d do if I made a wicked suggestion?” She began to make a plan to see him again during his visit in a week’s time.
As her plans took shape, she looked at her own shape and was disappointed, to be honest. Completely naked, she paraded herself in front of the long mirror and saw things she didn’t want to see. Her breasts were pendulous and hung down almost to her waist when not supported in the vast machinery that was her bra. Her stomach was also hanging loosely over the top of her groin, as if it were a separate big flat breast lower down on her torso. Around her waist there were folds of excess flesh, which practically hid the existence of her waist altogether. Her dismay was growing.
“Nicky won’t be interested in this,” she said to herself, “he’ll know plenty slim young girls who can hold their bellies flat and whose tits point up to the sky. What am I to do?”
Her plans took another turn and she devoted the week to solving some of her problems, she hoped.
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At the agreed time, Nicky visited his Auntie Bea and it was obvious from the first moment that this could be a different kind of visit. He drove up to her door dressed casually in pale blue jeans, a lumberjack shirt and open sandals as befitted the warm July weather. She was waiting for him with the door open by the time he closed the car and carried a small canvas bag out with him. She wondered how the first contact would be. She also wondered if her personal preparations were sufficient and right for this visit. She’d planned how she’d meet him and was looking forward to reaching up the extra foot of his height. The dark blue dress she was wearing fitted her figure with not a millimetre of space, and she knew that she couldn’t sit in it; but that was all part of her plan. Standing around fully dressed or sitting down wasn’t what she had in mind.
Nicky put the bag down and placed both his hands on her waist; she raised both arms to his head and hugged him to her. Nicky pushed both his hands around her and squeezed, then he bent his head to her face and kissed her on the lips. Only briefly but with definite pressure and with his lips slightly open. He didn’t move for a few seconds, but remained holding her and squeezing her waist with his arms.
“Auntie Bea, he said very softly moving his lips near her ear, “are you wearing something specially for me?”
“Yes, Nicky, I hope you like it,” she replied.
“You’d better show me,” he was still speaking very softly, “and then I’ll tell you.”
“Come in here,” she whispered to him as if there were a crowd listening.
She led him towards her bedroom, walking backwards as she steered him, still with his arms around her.
In the bedroom he pulled her to him and kissed her again, and she took the full force of a real open mouth kiss. Their tongues met and hovered briefly towards the end, just touching at their tips. She was aware of a protrusion into her groin from his trousers and knew that he was aroused. Instantly, that knowledge had the effect of arousing her also and she could feel the wetness between her labia.
Still whispering, he said, “I’ve been waiting to meet you like this, Auntie Bea; for years I’ve been waiting.”
“Well, you’ve a very naughty boy,” she smiled, and pretended to smack his face.
He caught her hand and said, “You’re still here with me, Auntie Bea. You haven’t run away from the naughty boy.” He smiled back.
“Naughty boys need punishment and that may come,” she whispered mysteriously, “but I’ve wanted this meeting as well, for years, Nicky.”
They smiled widely at each other as if each had a plan and was looking forward to enjoying it.
She reached up to his shirt, to undo the buttons, and he let her until she lifted it off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. She placed her hands on his bare chest and felt at the hairs, taking little handfuls and tugging them gently. She looked up into his eyes. He kicked off his sandals by himself and reached down to her dress, but there were no buttons. He brushed his hand against her breasts and she slowly turned round so that he could see the long zipper at the back. It ran from her neck to below her bottom.
Before he took hold of the zipper, Nicky placed both his hands on her waist again, reached round to her breasts and cupped them both, whilst he kissed her hair. She made a soft purring noise, rather like a contented cat. Meanwhile his erection was prodding into her rump and they could both feel it. He felt down over her abdomen and knew there and then that she’d made special preparation for his visit that day.
He took hold of the zipper and started to move it down. As he did so, he realised how tightly the dress was holding Beatrice. At each movement of the zipper, the dress opened and he kept pushing until it finished and he was bending down near her bottom. She lifted her hands and pushed the shoulders off, so that the dress could be taken down her figure. Now her nervousness became acute.
As he revealed her figure under the dress, Nicky saw that she was wearing a ferocious firm corselette with its own metal zip at the left side, up to her armpit. As the dress dropped to the floor, he placed his hands on Beatrice’s figure and ran them over the taut corsetry as it contained her flesh. She had a waist and her abdomen was flat, absolutely flat. The corselette rose at the back to her neck and contained her shoulder blades and, at the bottom, it tucked under her buttocks before ending in a collection of suspenders and stockings. She was wearing no knickers. If Beatrice had sturdy thighs, the fact was hidden by this corsetry and the stockings. He ran his hands everywhere he could reach from behind, before slowly turning her round to face him. She kept her eyes averted because she still didn’t know what his response was going to be. She thought he was excited and his hands had been firm and deliberate as they moved over her, but still she was apprehensive.
He spoke in a whisper again, “Auntie Bea, you’re amazing. Is this all for me?”
She put her head on his chest and the tension of her worries all came out as she sobbed on her hands. “I’ve so much wanted you to be happy with me, Nicky, and this is so wonderful, now. Thank you.”
“No Auntie Bea, don’t thank me. It’s for me to thank you. You feel wonderful and now I wonder how you knew that I wanted to be with you all these years.”
“Oh Nicky, I didn’t; I just wanted you to like me and then we could be together for a time.”
“Auntie Bea, I don’t just like you. Now I want you very much. Can’t you tell?” and he pressed his groin towards her, so that they could both feel his erection against her corseted thigh. He giggled and so did she.
“Well, then, let’s see what we know about each other,” she said softly and moved towards the bed, but before she got there she stopped and took his right hand and lifted it to her tightly enclosed breast.
“Feel how hard this is, Nicky,” and she pressed his hand under her breast so that he could feel the weight as well as the tightness. He lifted his other hand and did the same with her other breast, cupping and pressing them both. Her breasts were bigger than he’d seen on any of his girl friends. These were mature breast but so contained, so confined, so controlled that they seemed to be muscular and active, not simply appendages on the front of her torso. Their feel and sight excited him.
Beatrice then took his right hand again and pressed it slowly down the length of her corseletted front. He could feel the bones either side of the centre, the unforgiving taut front panel, and then the triangular elastic insert at the bottom edge.
“Can you feel how hard I am for you, Nicky? I’m flat and hard for you to enjoy any way you want,” she was still whispering. He nodded slowly whilst looking into her eyes and letting his hand be moved downwards.
At the bottom edge of the corselette, she pressed his hand into the edging, where he could feel the two front suspenders, and then let go slowly as if to say, “Go by yourself from here.”
He moved his hand slowly down over the edge and curled two fingers underneath so that he cold feel her bush. She mewed softly with her lips parted, as they continued looking into each other’s eyes all the while. He extended his middle finger into her mound and her fleshy lips parted before him because of her wetness. She was on the point of dripping and he felt the slickness and thought of the pleasure of his entry that was to come.
She took his hand again, turned round to face away from him and placed his hand on her hip, pushing it slowly but deliberately backward and down, and then let go. He placed his hand flat on her hip and ran it down over her thigh with its four equally-spaced suspenders, wondering all the time how she could be so taut and hard inside the corselette. He’d no experience of such a sensation but the effect on his was instant and gigantic; his erection how had to be released. With his left hand he undid the buckle on his chinos, letting them fall to the carpet, stepping out with one foot and whisking them away to one side with the other. Now only his briefs contained his erect penis. His hand continued its downward movement and he could feel the long bones down the back of her corselette. He wondered again how a woman could be so closely confined, so shaped, so hardened. He reached the centre bottom edge and lingered over the edging as it clung under her bottom with two more suspenders just a hand-breadth apart, tugging at the stocking tops. With his middle finger, he pressed underneath the corselette as it contained her bottom and was surprised to feel that she was slick here also, with a different kind of lubrication. He realised that Beatrice had lubricated her anus for him, and became even more excited at the thought of what was to come. He reached down now with his left hand and pushed the waist band of his briefs downwards until it rested behind his testicles, and lifted his erection forward even further than it would have been.
Placing both hands on the bottom edge of the corselette, he took hold of the central suspenders and leaned forward until his erection was pressing into her rump. “You’re amazing, Auntie Bea,” he repeated in the same whisper, “you did all this for me?”
“Yes, Nicky,” she replied softly and leaned back against his chest and his erection. She also knew what was coming.
Beatrice took the one step to reach her bed, leaned forward with both hands and lifted her knees on to the edge of the bed, so that she was kneeling away from him. She lowered her head until she was resting on her elbows and her bottom was higher than her shoulders. Nicky pulled himself forward by his grip on the bottom edge of the corselette and, by good fortune or a happy accident of their anatomies, his erection lined up perfectly with the waiting lips of her vagina, so that they parted as he pushed gently into them. He couldn’t see under the corselette, as it held her bottom, but he pushed slowly and she opened in front of him until he was fully inside her.
“Aaah, Nicky,” she sighed, “that’s lovely.”
He thought so, too, but said nothing. He thrust back and forth with a steady rhythm; not too fast but fast enough so that she knew when he would make the return into her each time. He gripped her big tight hips and made sure that each thrust went as far into her as he could reach, and stopped for a second or two on each thrust. He wanted to feel her depths and imagine being at the door of her uterus; pressing against her cervix.
He became aware of another rhythm and realised that she had put a hand down to play on herself, and that she was breathing more quickly. He maintained his movements with a slight increase in pace as her breathing became more rapid until, with another great sigh she came to her orgasm.
“Aaah, yes; oh yes; yes, AAAH,” as she lost control of her stance, falling forward onto the bed. Nicky couldn’t hold her and she slipped off his penis. She lay there breathing deeply with her eyes closed and her hand still moving down on her labia and in her creases. He looked down at her without any disappointment; he knew there would be more to come. Much more.
“I’m sorry Nicky,” she started to recover, speaking into the duvet with her eyes still closed, “that was perfect. Thank you.”
“Auntie Bea, don’t thank me. You’re wonderful. What can I do for you?”
She turned her head and started to roll over to face him.
“Dear Nicky, you can do anything you want with me. You’re giving me such pleasure.”
She reached out to him and he put down his hand as if to take hers, but instead she gripped the edge of his briefs, located as they were behind his testicles. She tugged at them, which had two effects: he moved towards her and the briefs came loose from behind his bottom. He reached down, pushed them to his ankles and stepped out. Beatrice rolled over on the bed, looking up at him with her breasts pointing firmly to the ceiling inside their shaped and constrained corselette prisons. She placed her hand on her flat and taut tummy and pressed to give herself the extra pleasure of knowing that she no longer had the gross pendulous body of yesterday. In that second she recalled the time she’d spent earlier in the day, forcing her body into the corselette, connecting the hooks and eyes, and making the zipper run all the way to her armpit. Connecting up her stockings. Three hours her dressing had taken and, at the finish, she was tired but also excited beyond her imagining. She’d deliberately not touched herself so as to remain ready for Nicky when, or if, he would make love to her. Maybe he would and maybe he wouldn’t; she’d prepared her body as well by emptying herself with her enema kit and lubricating her rectum as high as she could force the grease, in case that was his liking.
Nicky leaned across her and kissed her full on her lips again and this time their tongues entwined. He moved across her and rested his body on hers, taking some of his weight on one hand and caressing her taut compressed breast with the other. With a simple movement, his legs were both between hers and she parted them, raising her knees slightly. Whilst still kissing, he urged his groin forward and the happy accident of their bodies happened again: he slipped into her. Lifting his lips from hers, he looked down into her face and moved further up her body until she accepted him fully and deeply. His erection hadn’t subsided at all and now he gave himself up to the pleasure of ploughing into this amorous and willing woman. She raised her hands above her head on the pillows and let him move as he wished, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations of him sliding into her and over the corsetry that contained her.
Nicky was aware of the corsetry also, and especially the bottom edge that dug into his groin as he plunged deeply into her. At each inward stroke, he felt the tension in that triangle of elastic below her mound, and he enjoyed the knowledge that he was able to fill her and to move that part of her corsetry out of the way fifty times a minute as his orgasm began to build. He looked down at her and saw her face relaxed but also concentrating on her sensations. He saw the constrained hard and pointed breasts pointing up at him, and the bones and the panels of the corselette which brushed against his torso as he thrust into her. Every touch and every sight excited him more, the hardness of the bones and the seams added to his mounting orgasm, as did the feeling of her multiple suspenders against his thighs. Finally, as he came deep inside her, he let himself rest down part of his weight onto her corseted form and felt the corselette’s structure in detail against his stomach and his chest.
“Aaah yes,” it was his turn to sigh, “oh, yes. AAAH.”
He collapsed slightly to one side so as not to place his whole weight on her, but she wouldn’t have that. She put out her hand, took hold of his arm and pulled him across to her. He complied and lay full on her, with his legs still between hers and his hands on her breasts, his elbows at the side of her chest.
They both relaxed for a moment. She could feel his erection draining away and the flood of his fluids leaving her vagina, wetting the bottom edge of her corselette and the bed sheets. She didn’t care. She was replete. They started to recover their senses together and it was at that point that she made a discovery that was to change them even further. Nicky was no ordinary young man.
“Auntie Bea, I should thank you. You re lovely and I love your underwear,” he said gently, close to her ear.
“Nicky you’ve been a very naughty boy,” she joked, “you should be spanked.”
“Will you spank me, Auntie Bea?” he asked, and he moved to one side, presenting his bottom to her.
She noticed that his erection was entirely drained now, as she raised her hand and gave his bottom a very hard slap. The noise startled her and she wondered if she’d overdone it. He wriggled his bottom closer and made a sound, “Mmmm” which she thought meant “More.”
She gave him one heavier slap so that it hurt her fingers and he said, “Mmmm” again. Her third slap caused her more pain than him, she thought. He responded in two ways: he said “Mmmm” a third time but also reached down his hand and she could see that his erection had returned with more insistence than before.
Beatrice knew about this fetish from one of her short-lived friendships and she knew also that it suited her pleasure as well. She quickly stroked his head and said, “Wait; let me get something for you.”
From a drawer next to the bed she took out a tawse; a flat leather strip almost two feet long, with a twine-covered handle. She’d had it for some years since that particular friendship and it had cost her a lot of money. It was made by the Dick Company, in Scotland. The name of the company always made her smile but she’d been able to reduce her former friend to tears with it as she’s been enjoying his punishment.
She stood to one side of Nicky and gave him a medium-weight smack across his buttocks. He flinched and settled his head down, as if in resignation to receive more blows. She gave him another, a little heavier and Nicky said, “Mmmm” yet again. She thought to herself, “He’ll take everything I can give him with this.”
And so she beat him hard ten more times until his buttocks were glowing red and he was beginning to sob, and then she put down the tawse and climbed onto the bed alongside him.
“Oh Nicky; did I do too much? I’m so sorry,” she started.
He turned his head to show tears in his eyes, and running down his cheeks, and reached out to press a finger against her lips, as if to silence her. He chucked almost silently.
“You certainly know how to spank a boy, Auntie Bea. Phew.”
He rolled over towards her and she saw his erection as emphatic as ever pointing towards her. She reached to it and took his girth in her hand, and smiled to herself.
She lay back, inviting him into her again. He moved towards her and they were immediately joined up. He kept his weight off her and didn’t expect to ejaculate again so soon, so he moved to please her. She slid her hand down between them and pleased herself as he moved in and out. Within a few moments, her eyes closed, her breath shortened, her legs became firm and twitched slightly, until she came with the quiet shout, “Aaah, yes; YES, oh, oh, oh, oh, aaah.”
In her ecstasy, she reached round him and held his buttock in her hands and pressed him towards her, but that was a mistake. The tenderness of his skin was beyond his control and he let out a yelp, “Ow.”
She opened her eyes widely and put up her hands to cover her mouth in horror.
“Oh, Nicky, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I forgot. I’m so sorry.”
He collapsed again to one side of her, and gently laid one hand on his rump, as if to quell the pain.
“Wow, Auntie Bea; you know how to thrash a guy, don’t you?”
She was silent as he caught his breath, and then he said, “Can I show you something I’ve brought for you, Auntie Bea? I hope you’re not offended.”
“What is it, Nicky?” she asked, “Of course I’ll not be offended.”
He got off the bed, moving his bottom carefully so as not to rub it on the bedding, and went to the canvas bag he’d brought with him. He carried across to the bed and sat gingerly on the edge, rubbing his rump before sitting down. Beatrice put a hand on his arm, looking worried.
“I’m so sorry. Please punish me if you want.”
“Later I will,” said looking straight into her eyes.
“This first,” he said to her, turning away.
From the bag he produced a tissue-wrapped parcel which he gave to her. She unwrapped it to reveal an old-fashioned girdle. It was a style even more classical and controlling than her own corselette. There was a tag but, before she could read it, he spoke.
“It’s a Spirella style 325 from 1960. I guessed your size from what my mother said sometimes, and I think you’ll find it quite hard to wear. But I’d like to put it on you, please, Auntie Bea. And this too.” He handed a second parcel to her. She unwrapped it to find a long bra of equal sturdiness.
“Oh, Nicky; you shouldn’t buy things for me,” she said but she was intrigued at his presents, anyway. They showed a particular liking that matched her own, and showed that he understood her figure and her frame of mind.
“Time to change,” he said, “come on.” He helped her off the bed and stood her in front of the long mirror.
For the next ten minutes, he took off the corselette and the stockings. It took so long because they held each other a lot and felt at each other’s bodies many times during the process. He started by kneeling in front of her and undoing the three suspenders on each side. Then he moved to her left and undid the two there, and then to the back for the two central ones. Finally he moved to her right side for the final two. He’d never seen a garment with ten suspenders before: he was excited and fascinated by it. He took each stocking down to her foot and left it there around her ankles.
As he stood to start on the long zipper, she held out her arms and they caressed each other. He held her breasts and let one hand slide down her taut engirdled abdomen until it curled under the bottom edge into her soft hairs. She held onto a handful of hairs on his chest and cupped his testicles in the other hand. They kissed deeply.
He moved to her left and she raised an arm, so that he could grip the zipper and slowly move it downwards, revealing the row of hooks underneath. Starting at the top, pressed against the flesh of her upper arm, he unhooked the first fastening and gradually moved down. He needed to use some force to unhook each of them and he spoke softly to her, from halfway behind her.
“Did you do these hooks, Auntie Bea? It must have taken you a long time.”
“Yes. It took me all afternoon. I think it’s too small for me really but I like the feel and the effect it has. Do you, Nicky?”
“Oh yes, I like it very much. You can tell, can’t you?”
She put her hand behind her and took a gentle hold on his semi-flaccid penis.
“Yes, I can tell, Nicky,” and they both giggled again.
She helped him to take the straps off her shoulders and, as he peeled the corselette down her figure, she realised again how much control it had exerted on her. She was overcome again with her own self dislike and said to him, “Nicky, please don’t look at me like this. I’m not nice.”
He replied simply and honestly, “You’re fine, Auntie Bea, and soon we’ll have you dressed up again.”
Nicky was a young man but was aware of women’s perceptions of themselves. He judged that she’d want her breasts controlled first, so he held out the bra for her arms to go through the straps. She held her breasts into the cups and made them fit properly, as he went round her back and stared to do up the twelve hooks and eyes. This bra was an item of machinery. The straps were two inches wide, the cups were underwired, there were spiral bones at the back, the sides and under each cup, down to the bottom edge. At the waist, there was a two-inch cuff of elastic but the rest of the bra was practically rigid, with very little flexibility. When it was finally fastened, and the shoulder straps adjusted, she held her own ribs and breasts and was pleased with the effect. Her nephew has guessed her size perfectly and she wanted to compliment him, but didn’t know what words to use. She smiled at him and kept on feeling at her breast. In the mirror, it became obvious that she needed the girdle as well, because of the bulging excess flesh that erupted beneath the constraining cuff waist of the bra.
Nicky brought the girdle to the bedside and arranged it so that she could see it better. There were laces everywhere and she couldn’t immediately work out how it would fasten onto her. Nicky obviously had some experience with the Spirella 325, as he let out the laces front and back, and laid it out so that the hook-and-eye closure was lined up. He lifted it in both hands, went behind her and wrapped it around her figure. Instinctively, she took hold of the ends herself and waited for him to return to her front to fasten the hooks down her tummy, just left of the front laces. They weren’t ordinary hooks; they looked as if they could hold two buildings together; thick steel hooks but cleverly designed to lie flat when all sixteen of them were in place. The girdle was loose on her at that stage and she held it in place. It tucked under her bottom as had her own, but this one came about four inches above her waist and overlapped the bra. She saw a problem; it would trap the roll of excess flesh that bulged out from the cuff waist of her bra and wouldn’t be able to make it smooth, and she was on the point of saying something to Nicky. He spoke her thoughts first.
“Auntie Bea, you’ll need to take off your bra, so that we can make a smooth line for you. Do you know what I mean?”
“Yes,” was all she said as he removed her bra and her breasts flopped again embarrassingly onto her abdomen.
First, Nicky started to tighten the girdle laces a little at the front of the girdle, so that it would stay in place without her having to hold it all the time. Around the back he did the same with the second laces so the girdle settled into her hips and waist nicely but without pressure at this stage. Tying a bow and returning to the front, he pulled a little more on that lace so that she felt the pressure and it flattened her tummy a little, again with a little bow.
“Now, Auntie Bea, let me just massage your tummy into place, so that you’ll lie flat in the corset. OK?” She didn’t reply as he started to message he pendulous excess tummy flesh upwards so that it lay flat and distributed inside the laced front panel of the corset. When he was satisfied with the result he took the front laces again and tightened them some more so that she really felt the flattening effect inside. The lace was open all the way down by about 2 inches.
Then he bent down and carefully slid one stocking up to the three suspenders on one side, and connected them. He repeated it with the other stocking and stood back to survey so far. He came to her and took her in his arms.
“Auntie Bea, you’re going to look amazing when you’re inside all these. Can I tighten you now?”
“Yes please, Nicky,” she replied eagerly, and he knew that they both had pleasures to come.
Returning behind her he undid the knot and started to lace her in with real force. From the bottom, he worked his way up to her waist, with a finger under the laces one eyelet at a time. Then he repeated the process from the top so that the lace was open at top and bottom by about 2 inches, but at the waist by about 3 inches. He tied a bow again and went round to her front.
Looking into her eyes, he undid the bow, took hold of the bottom loop of lace and exerted some force to lift it upwards so that it tightened almost to closed. Taking the top loop, he did the same so that the corset was open only by about half an inch all the way down the front. Then he took both sets of laces together, crossed them sideways and held each in one hand, and pressed outwards with his arms so that he had the leverage on the opening, and it closed completely. She was still looking into his eyes as he finished but they were open and staring slightly.
“Ohh,” she sighed, and put her hands down to feel the flatness of her tummy, “Oooh,” she said in a different tone to show she realised the effect of the corset.
As he went around her back, she knew that the same would happen there and prepared herself by breathing in. Sure enough, Nicky completely closed the back laces and, by that time, she was gasping a little and taking short breaths. Her still-free breasts were rising and falling with the effort of breathing.
Nicky reached to one side and lifted the bra to her at the front. She moved her hands from her perfectly flat abdomen and put them through the straps. As a repeat of the previous process with the bra, Nicky hooked up the back and she was finished. He breasts seemed to point upwards even more because of the pressure of the corset and she touched them carefully. For him, she looked the perfect corseted female figure that was his fantasy
He said again to her, “You’re amazing. Come and look in the mirror,” which she did.
She stood there gasping for air and breathing up and down with her shoulders and breasts, and running her hands over herself. Into her waist, down the smooth curve of her bottom and under the edge of the corset as it dipped under her buttocks. Then downs the flat front and under the edge to her own hair and labia. She stood there for a few moments with both hands down at the front edge, dipping her fingers into her own wet hair.
He stood behind her and held her waist and then wrapped his arms under hers so that he could hold her breasts. He felt at them and the new bra that contained them. He ran his fingers down the bones and the seams, to the waist and then continued down the front taut laced panel of the corset-girdle. She leaned back against him as he handled her and opened her legs a little as he pushed his fingers under the girdle edge and towards her labia.
“Mmm,” she mewed to express her pleasure at his movements on her body.
He brought both his hands round her back, held her waist and then let them drop to the smooth roundness of the bottom inside the corset-girdle. Without warning, he lifted one and slapped her gently through the fabric and the bones. She made no sound but tensed her body a little and he saw it. Lifting his hand again, he slapped her harder.
“Ooh,” the sound was forced out of her, and she tensed further, “Is this the time?” she asked.
“Yes. It’s my turn, Auntie Bea. Are you ready?”
“I don’t know, Nicky. Will it be hard for me?”
“Time to find out. Maybe, Auntie Bea.”
He held her waist again and led her to the bed, helped her to lie on her front, with her arms above her head under the pillows. He picked up the tawse and gave her an opening slap on her girdled bottom. She didn’t move or make a sound. He raised his hand further and gave her another slap, much harder and she cried out, “OH!” as she wriggled her bottom inside the corset-girdle.
Then he waited with his arm raised high above his head and she whimpered in anticipation, “Hm, hm, hm.” The wait prolonged her fear and heightened her expectation of the pain.
He brought the tawse down with all his strength across the bones and the laces and the taut panels at the back of the girdle and her bottom inside it. The sound was deep and sickening, and a high pitched scream was forced from her throat. She lifted her head as if to turn and speak, and her torso twisted in pain. She began to raise her body at the same time as the second mighty blow fell across her tightened bottom. She collapsed back onto the bed and cried a great howl. Her face was distorted with pain, her mouth was wide, facing him and open so that he could see right into her throat. But at the same moment as she was convulsed in pain, he saw her slide a hand down underneath herself to play on her clitoris.
He raised the tawse high one more time and gave her the final slap. She cried out and her whole body writhed with a mixture of pain and orgasm, as her hand moved rhythmically against her own sensitive areas.
She buried her face in the pillow and wrapped it around her head to muffle her howls. Whether they were of pain or ecstasy, he couldn’t tell.
He threw the tawse to one side and bent down to hold her waist and kissed her on the back of her neck as she was sobbing into the pillow. She unwrapped her head and he saw her face streaked with tears; her eyes red. The whole thrashing had taken 15 seconds and she was reduced to a whimpering wreck of a woman inside her armour of corsetry. She dropped her head to the pillow again and cried in great sobs. He went to her feet and kissed her souls through her stockings, and then her heels and her calves, and so on up the length of each leg — switching from one to the other as he progressed. At her thighs, he held her gently in his hands and kissed her repeatedly and softly up to her bottom. He placed his hands so softly on her thrashed rump that she hardly felt their pressure, and he kissed the corsetry. She could feel the pressure of his face against her taut bottom as he kissed all along each bone and the lacing, and the rigid panels. As he did so, he looked under the edge of the corset, to see her rounded buttocks and the shiny slipperiness of the lubrication that was still there.
He reached down to her ankles and pushed her legs slightly apart. Then he knelt across her legs, supporting his weight off her stinging bottom, his raging erection pointing straight at her anal opening. Slowly but deliberately he moved up her body, feeling as he did the stockings and the suspenders against his thighs. When he got to the right spot, he ran his erection into the valley between her thighs and under the bottom edge of her girdle. He could feel himself sliding over her skin as he approached her little brown winking opening. He couldn’t see what was happening under the girdle but he could feel the tightness of the fabric on the top side of his penis and the slipperiness of her skin on the bottom side. He approached her sphincter and rested the tip of his erection against it.
She’d been quiet all the while but now felt the pressure against her muscle. She tensed and made the same whimpering sound as earlier, “Hm, hm, hm.”
“Take a deep breath,” he whispered in her ear, “and then breathe out slowly, and push outwards.”
She wasn’t new to anal sex, and was well lubricated all the way up into her cleaned-out colon, but she did as he instructed with the result that her anus relaxed and expressed itself outwards slightly. He pressed against it and found that his bulb slipped into her easily. He stopped with just the end of his erection inside her, and breathed heavily as he wondered what to do next of the options open to him.
She was apprehensive, not knowing if he would lie on her still-stinging buttocks, or enter her slowly, or plunge without warning. She began to prepare herself for any of them.
Suddenly, he took away the support of his arms and dropped onto her body from ankles to head and, at the same time, thrust his erection into her full length until his balls slapped against her buttocks and his groin ground against the edge of her girdle. As he relaxed, the tension in the girdle edge tried to push him out of her and he let it happen for an inch or so, before plunging back into her.
And so he fucked her rectum vigorously and he saw her slide a hand under herself again and play on her clitoris. He could feel his orgasm building in his groin, and eventually exploding with all his fluids inside her. She continued with her own rubbing for a few seconds, until she too shuddered with her own climax.
He collapsed totally on her body with his legs down the sides of hers and his hands on her shoulders. They lay there for a minute or more as he recovered and she endured the pressure on her thrashed behind.
He rolled off her and wrapped an arm over her, raising himself on the other elbow to kiss her head. After a moment, he scooted over to the other side of the bed, stood up and went to the bathroom for a towel and a hand cloth. He wiped himself quickly with the latter, noting that there were no stains on himself. The towel he took to he and carefully wiped over her thighs and up towards her anus. She parted her legs further for him, so he knew that he was participating properly. He gently wiped around her anus and saw his white sperm juice oozing out of her.
He left the towel in place and returned to her head, kissing her and nuzzling the visible ear.
“Do you forgive me now?” he asked.
“You’re a cruel lover, Nicky. How did you learn to please a woman like me?”
“You taught me as soon as I saw your excitement.” He leaned over her again and kissed her face, tasting the tears on his lips. “Please forgive me, Auntie Bea.”
“Only if you promise to do it again,” she smiled and wiped her own face with her hand.
He went to the bathroom to get her another towel, for her face, and she called after him, “Nicky. How did you know about me and underwear?”
He said nothing until he came back to her and knelt at the side of the bed, and offered her the towel, which she took from him and turned over in the bed to lie face up facing him.
“As soon as I saw your clothes I could tell, and that’s my special liking as well. Do you like my choice?” He held one of her breasts again through the hard corsetry.
“It’s exactly what I’d have chosen for myself.”
She turned again, on her side now facing him and her face went serious.
“Nicky, what are we gong to do?”
“About what?” he was genuinely innocent about her question.
“Well, what will you mother think about us? Can we meet again? Oh, Nicky, I hope so. Will you come to me again?”
“I’m yours now, Auntie Bea. I’d like us to meet very often and make love a lot more as we get to know each other. We’ll try to keep it secret for now but, if they find out, we’ll just see it through our way. Yes?”
“Yes. I’ll try. I need a bath now, Nicky; will you help me?”
He leaned over and kissed her lips in a lingering romantic kiss, and then moved down to her shoulders, and so on down the corsetry to her breasts, tummy and finally the tops of her legs, and her stockings.
She laid her hand on his head and he turned his face to rest his head on her thighs and the suspenders.
And then they undressed her and be washed her carefully in the bath as she lay back and luxuriated in the gentleness and sensuality of his touch. She was less worried now about her uncorseted size and shape: she knew that she could be the shape she wished within her hard underwear, and just longed to be able to shape up again for him. She wanted again soon to have the flat stomach, the shapely breasts, the smaller waist and the smooth bottom.
They knew this was only the beginning and both wondered what else the other may show them as new special experiences of pleasure.