CHAPTER 15
Valerie
For a long moment I could only stare. I could only stare at those obscene panties, my mind reeling. The front was innocent enough—delicate white lace that might have been pretty in different circumstances. But the back… there was nothing. Just thin strings to make leg holes that would leave everything completely exposed.
Heat flooded through my body—mortification and something else I didn’t want to name.
“I can’t,” I whispered. “Mrs. Chen, please, I can’t take my clothes off here… let alone…” I couldn’t even sayput those on, because I knew the words would further conjure up the picture already forming in my head—the image I wanted so badly to get rid of.
“This tutorial will help you come to terms with your shame, Valerie.” Mrs. Chen’s voice remained calm, professional, as if we were discussing something perfectly ordinary. “And I need you to understand something important: you will probably never lose that shame completely.”
Never?I would feel this way forever? I had to push down a sob that threatened to rise from my chest to my throat.
“But that’s a very good thing,” she continued, setting the panties on her desk. “A husband like yours values it tremendously. Your shame makes you even more firmly his cherished possession, because only he is allowed to enjoy your body with his manhood. Only he is allowed to overcome your modesty and put his penis inside you.”
I felt my face go scarlet. The frank way she said it—penis, as casually as if she’d said ‘hand’ or ‘voice’—shocked me to my core. But even as mortification crashed through me, I felt the truth of her words resonating in my chest. Chris did value my innocence, my embarrassment. I’d seen it in his eyes every time I blushed, every time I stammered outsirwith my face burning.
“If… if my shame is good,” I managed, my voice shaking, “then why do I have to undress here? In your office?”
Mrs. Chen folded her hands on her desk. “Because your husband wants you to learn to please him despite your shame. Right now, Chris has given me authority over you. He’s entrusted me to help train you properly for your conjugal duties.”
Train. There was that word again.
“Would you prefer I call him again?” Mrs. Chen’s hand moved toward her phone. “Would you like Chris to come here and punish you until you obey?”
“No!” The word burst out of me. The thought of Chris arriving, of what he might do… how he might punish me in front of Mrs. Chen?—
“Then I think you need to realize something, Valerie.” Mrs. Chen’s voice remained perfectly even. “You don’t have a choice, where obeying me—as your husband’s delegate—is concerned. You’re going to put on these panties, or you’re going to be punished until you do. Those are your only options. Thinking of it in those terms may help.”
My hands trembled in my lap. Between my legs, that shameful warmth pulsed stronger.
No choice.I couldn’t get out of it. I would put on the mortifying underwear whether I liked it or not.
Mrs. Chen picked up the panties again, holding them so I could see clearly. “These are designed specifically for brides like you. The lack of a back serves an important purpose—it will make you constantly conscious of the availability of your vagina, and especially of your anus, to the man who knows you’re wearing them.”
A small sound escaped my throat—half whimper, half something I didn’t want to examine.
“Why… why…” I stammered. “I mean… why…especially?”
A tiny smile played on Mrs. Chen’s lips.
“Girls like you—girls with a combination of deep modesty and an even deeper need to submit—have a very particular relationship to their bottoms,” she said, her words flowing slowly but inexorably.
Oh, no.I swallowed so hard it hurt. Before that moment I would never, ever have thought about myself in those terms. But…
But hadn’t Chris already proved to me that I had avery particular relationshipto my bottom? And didn’t my reaction tothe shameful panties, which would leave my hind cheeks bare, show the mortifying truth of Mrs. Chen’s words?
“Stand up,” Mrs. Chen said quietly. “Undress for me now.”
My body moved before my mind could catch up. I stood on shaking legs, my fingers going to the buttons of my blouse. Each one felt impossible, my hands trembling so badly I could barely manage them.
The blouse fell away. Then my bra—modest white cotton that suddenly felt like armor I was being forced to shed. My skirt. My slip.
I stood in just my panties—the plain white briefs that covered me completely—and hesitated.
“Everything,” Mrs. Chen said.
I pushed them down with a sob catching in my throat, stepping out of them. The cool air of the office hit my bare skin, and I wanted to cover myself but couldn’t make my hands move. I stood there completely naked in front of this woman I barely knew, in a professional office, in the middle of the day.
