Mrs. Chen held out the backless panties. “Put these on.”
I took them with numb fingers and stepped into them. The lace front settled into place, but when I felt the strings around the backs of my thighs, just below my cheeks—felt how completely exposed my bottom was—I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“Good girl,” Mrs. Chen said. “Now walk around my office. I want you to feel how those panties display you. Think about Chris. Think about how he’ll feel when he sees you wearingthem—when he knows your pussy and your anus are completely available to him.”
I took a step, then another. Every movement made me hyperaware of my nakedness, of how the panties somehow made me feel more exposed than being completely nude. I realized that the lace front did almost nothing to hide the smooth, waxed slit of my virgin pussy.
And worse—so much worse—I could feel myself getting wet.
“Keep walking,” Mrs. Chen instructed. “Think about your husband’s cock. Think about how he’s going to use the openness of your new panties to have you without even needing to take down your underwear.”
A whimper escaped me. My nipples had gone hard. Between my legs, I could feel slickness gathering.
“You’re the kind of young woman who has understood for a long time that her bottom is the place where she needs to learn her most important lessons.” Mrs. Chen spoke in a low, soft voice that almost seemed like a dark spell.
I shook my head, and a little whining sound came from my throat. Tears stung my eyes.
“The spankings you get from your husband—the whippings, even—they teach you to give him his way, as nature intended. When he decides that his way is to put his manhood in your bottom, to punish you or to train you or simply to enjoy your tightest orifice, you will spread your buttocks at his command and learn what it is to be a submissive bride.”
“No… no… no,” I whispered, but Mrs. Chen didn’t seem to hear me. Instead, she opened a desk drawer and pulled out something small—a white plastic device about the size of my thumb.
“This is a vibrator,” she said, showing it to me. “Lie down on the couch, face down.”
“Mrs. Chen, please?—”
“Now, Valerie.”
I moved to the leather couch against the wall and lowered myself onto it, my face pressing into the cushions. The position left my bare bottom raised, completely exposed in those obscene panties.
I heard Mrs. Chen approach. Then I felt her hand on mine, pressing something into my palm. Suddenly it started to buzz; she must have pressed a button on it somewhere.
“Hold this against yourself,” she instructed. “Between your legs. Press it against your clitoris through the lace.”
With trembling hands, I obeyed. The moment the vibrator touched me, even through the fabric, I gasped.
“Now move your hips,” she commanded. “Pretend you’re being taken by your husband. Imagine Chris’s manhood pushing into you from behind, exactly like I’m sure he’s described to you. Move like a wife who’s learning to please her husband’s penis.”
I couldn’t. I couldn’t do something so shameful, so?—
“Do it, or I call him right now.”
A sob tore from my throat as I began to move. My hips rocked against my hand, the vibrator alive in my fingers’ slippery grasp, and the pleasure that shot through me was overwhelming. Thehumming sensation, the friction, the way my exposed bottom felt displayed in the air—it all combined into something I couldn’t fight.
I moved faster, my breathing becoming ragged. The pleasure built and built, my whole body tensing toward release. I was going to come. Right here in Mrs. Chen’s office, humping a vibrator while she watched?—
“Stop.”
The command cut through my haze. Mrs. Chen pulled the vibrator away from me, and I cried out in frustration.
“You should never orgasm without your husband’s permission,” she said firmly. “That’s one important lesson you need to learn today. Your pleasure belongs to him. He decides when you get to come.”
I lay there trembling, my body screaming with unfulfilled need, tears streaming down my face. Between my legs I throbbed with an ache so intense it bordered on pain.
“Sit up,” Mrs. Chen said.
I pushed myself up on shaking arms, unable to meet her eyes.
“Your husband will be expecting you at your parents’ house,” she said, checking her watch. “You may get dressed now and go there. But you’ll keep these panties on under your clothes. And when you get home with Chris, you’re going to show him what you learned here today.”
