School for Nurses (6 page)

When they got home later, the second she crossed the threshold of their large, five-bedroom house, she heard his voice just behind her say, ‘Take everything off, my dear.'

She glanced back at him. ‘I'm sorry?'

‘Strip.'

The front door was open and a cold breeze was blowing into the house. ‘Let's get to the bedroom first,' she said.

‘I said, strip.'

‘But Andrew...'

‘You accepted the terms when you accepted my gift. If you do not wish to honour our agreement, I will be perfectly happy to dissolve our union.'

‘Andrew...' She told herself he was joking even though part of her knew he wasn't.

‘Do you keep your word?' he asked coldly.

‘Andrew, I'm sorry, but...'

‘Are you a woman of your word?'

She felt the beginnings of a sweet submissiveness that made her knees feel strangely weak; she had never experienced anything like this before.

‘Do you want to live in this house, Penelope?'

‘Yes,' she answered quietly.

‘Then strip right here in the doorway.'

As he stood there in his black coat, hopefully blocking the view for anyone who happened to pass by on the pavement, she pulled her little black dress up over her head.

‘Everything,' he insisted quietly.

She reached behind her, and unhooked her bra. She hesitated then, but his expression gave her the impetus she needed to slip it off, leaving her only in her pink cotton panties and her black garter belt and stockings.

‘The rest,' he said relentlessly.

She could sense there was no arguing with him as the pink buds of her nipples stiffened in the cold, and yet she still hesitated.

‘Your arse, Penny.'

She blushed; she hated to hear him use such language. Nevertheless, she pushed her panties down her thighs, and the pearls hung heavily from her neck as she bent over to step out of them. Then she was standing in the doorway wearing just her garter belt and stockings, facing the street where the late evening traffic was only just beginning to die down. Her blonde bush was visible to the world, and her breasts thrust perkily out into the night for all to see. The pearls felt cool against her flesh and teased her clitoris as the heavy strand rose and fell slightly with her quickening breaths. And she realised then that her pussy was getting wet, seriously wet, obeying her new husband like this against her own modest instincts.

‘Now,' Andrew said, abruptly turning her around so she was facing the inside of the house and her naked bottom was exposed to the street, ‘exercise for me.'

‘Excuse me?' Penny was sure she must be dreaming, but unfortunately she was not. Burning with shame, she not only had to stand in the open doorway wearing only stockings and pearls, she had to bend over and touch her ankles. She was forced to spread her legs a little to do so, which pushed her naked bottom out towards the night and anyone who happened to be passing by.

She felt the frigid air invade her private parts, and the cold, hard pearls kiss her nipples as she stretched. Then Andrew turned her around so she was facing the street again, and when she bent over again, he thrust his erection inside her and fucked her swiftly and remorselessly from behind.

Yet he pulled out without coming, and she moaned as he replaced his delicious penis with one of his fingers. Her breath caught when she felt him transfer some of her hot juices from her pussy to the little puckered hole leading into her anus, and she closed her eyes in horror when he pulled her cheeks apart. He fucked her bottom with almost brutal energy, shoving his helmet through her ring and filling her with him as her cries of mingled pain and pleasure were drowned out by the sound of traffic rushing by in the street.

When he was finished with her - after he came with a great yell, yanking her buttocks up hard against him to ram his pulsing, spurting cock deep into her - she whimpered as he pulled out slowly. Then he helped her stand up straight, closed the door behind them, and crooked a finger under her chin so she was forced to look up into his eyes.

‘There,' he said, ‘this good girl deserves her hot bath now. And remember,' he added as she started eagerly up the stairs of her new home, surreptitiously wiping away her tears, ‘anytime you want to wear those pearls again in front of anyone, you just let me know.' And he smiled.

 

That fateful night when her girlfriends came to visit, they were all rather tipsy from indulging in one drink too many. Amanda was getting married, and they were having a final girls' night out for her. They wound up at Penny's and Andrew's place after the club because it was a nice big comfortable house, not a small cramped apartment like the one's her single friends lived in. At two o'clock in the morning they were still chatting happily in the living room when Andrew came downstairs in one of his elegant robes. ‘What's all this?' he asked.

The three friends, in various states of disrepair, were sprawled across the sofa, and in one of the big comfortable armchairs. Penny leapt to her feet the second Andrew entered the room, but her friends didn't bother to get up.

‘Penny's been giving me a send-off to wedded bliss,' Amanda declared in a slurred voice. Being the party girl, she was the most sloshed.

‘Yeah,' Caroline chimed in, ‘tomorrow she's swearing to love, honour and obey. Fat chance!' If she hadn't laughed after she said that, maybe everything would have turned out differently. But she did laugh, and suddenly Penny knew the night was about to turn sour on her. She was trying to give Caroline a warning look when she heard Andrew's chillingly reasonable tone.

‘Funny you should say that, Caroline, as Penny took the same oath. Didn't you, my pet?'

His tone alarmed her as much as it had the night she remembered all too well when he took her in the doorway both ways. ‘Mm,' she murmured noncommittally, not liking the drift of this at all.

‘Have any of you ever seen a demonstration of what that oath involves?' Andrew inquired pleasantly.

‘I say, do you have a kinky streak, Pen?' Amanda giggled. ‘You dirty thing, you!'

‘Amanda, you will find that Penelope is not
into
anything,' Andrew said quietly. ‘But she does have her perks, don't you, my dear? Have you shown them your pearls? Have you shown them the lovely gifts I give you?'

At the mention of the pearls, a crimson flush spread over Penny's face and her whole body seemed to get hot.

‘Look at her!' Caroline exclaimed. ‘Oh, this must be dirty!'

‘Not at all,' Andrew assured her, ‘it is merely a jewel, Penelope's private jewel. Isn't that so, my love?'

Penny felt her stomach turning. Since that night in the doorway she had stepped softly around Andrew and kept those pearls hidden safely away in a drawer. She only pulled them out when he asked her to wear them in bed for him. And then he caressed her bottom very gently before fucking her in the pussy as courteously as he usually did. Now, however, she felt her bowels stirring anxiously. ‘It's a very
private
jewel,' she said finally.

‘Why don't you fetch it, my pet?' Andrew suggested. ‘Let's give the girls a full, live demonstration of what it means to love, honour and obey your husband.'

Flushed from head to toe, Penny fled the room, but it was upstairs she ran, to fetch her pearls. She knew she did not have a choice even as she reassured herself that he couldn't possibly mean to do anything to her in front of her friends. Yet the sound of laughter downstairs told her this was not a dream; this was happening. She lifted out the box she had hidden beneath her undergarments in the bottom drawer of her cabinet. Inside it, lying against the plush red lining, was the cool white string of pearls.

With an anxious tightness in her bottom, she walked slowly as a schoolgirl bound for punishment, back down the carpeted stairs.

Caroline was smoking when she came in and laughing at something Andrew had said. Susan was lying sprawled on her side on the other end of the sofa, asleep. Her husband was sitting between them.

‘Bring it in Penny,' he said, ‘and stand right here in front of us where we can see you.'

‘Oh,' Caroline smiled at her, ‘you aren't half kinky on the sly, are you, Pen? I didn't know you were like this.'

‘You've not seen much of Penny's dark side, have you?' He smiled at her.

‘Not for lack of trying,' Caroline replied, and returned his smile.

‘You don't surprise me.' He looked back at his wife, who was standing a little unsteadily before him, holding the box clasped over her chest as if it might keep him and his intentions at bay.

‘Show them what's in the box, Penelope,' he instructed firmly.

‘Do I have to?' she asked, even though she knew what he would say.

‘Do you remember what I offered you the last time we discussed the issue of whether or not you were a woman of your word, Penelope?'

‘But I haven't
worn
them,' she protested.

‘Oh,' Caroline looked delighted, ‘this is good!'

‘Would you like to see Penny's best jewel?' Andrew asked her.

‘Would I!'

‘There you have it, my dear. I think you should show your friends what domesticity means. I think it is your duty, as the only married woman in this room, to show them just what it means to love, honour and obey a man.'

‘But I don't
want
to wear the pearls,' Penny insisted in a whining voice. She could feel matters slipping irrevocably out of her control.

‘Open the box,' Andrew commanded.

She obeyed him, of course. The white pearls glowed against the deep red velvet, and at sight of them, a hush fell over the room.

‘So?' Caroline finally asked.

‘You know what to do now, Penelope,' her husband said.

Penny stood rooted to the spot as she felt all the air being sucked out of her lungs. There was a long pause, during which even Caroline held her tongue, and then with a resigned sigh, Penny felt the last of her resistance drain out of her. She set the box down on the coffee table, and without further ado, pulled her blouse up over her head. She was not wearing a bra, so her breasts sprang free.

Caroline's eyes latched hungrily onto her friend's lovely, perky bosom. Fortunately, Susan was half asleep and didn't see anything.

‘Go on,' Andrew said softly.

She slowly raised her skirt. Her thighs were veiled in white stockings held up by a matching garter belt.

‘Can I help her?' Caroline asked abruptly.

Not surprisingly, Andrew responded, ‘I don't see why not.'

She rose from the couch and sank to her knees in front of Penny, who blushed even more deeply. Caroline's hands were soft and skilful; they quickly flicked up the clasps on her garter belt and pulled her stockings down with a swift, caressing gesture. ‘And the rest?' She glanced back at Andrew for permission. It was as though she realised her friend, whom she had lusted after for so long in secret, had no will of her own now and was hers for the asking if she was simply polite to this man.

‘If you like,' Andrew said magnanimously. ‘It's called obedience.'

‘Oh, I see that.' Caroline smiled and turned back to Penny, who could not bring herself to meet her eyes as her friend's light fingers quickly slipped into the sides of her white panties, and tugged them down to expose her soft blonde bush. At sight of it, Caroline seemed to grow impatient, because Penny nearly lost her balance as she tugged her panties down her legs, forcing her to step out of them quickly to keep her footing. Now she was completely exposed.

‘Very nice,' Caroline said as she stood up, and apparently accidentally placed a hand on one of her friend's bare shoulders to steady herself.

Penny shivered as she felt something like an electric current tingle through her naked body at the other woman's touch.

‘Is there more?' Caroline asked, gazing at Penny's down-turned gaze even as she addressed Andrew.

‘Is there more, Penny?' he asked her in turn. ‘Why don't you show them what more you do for me?'

‘What would you like?' his wife asked submissively. She barely recognised her own voice it sounded so faint and dreamy. Part of her felt as if she was watching a snowy evening through a thick-paned window, so that she only saw how mysteriously beautiful it was without feeling the dangerous cold.

‘Come and kneel before me,' her husband commanded gently.

She looked at him. He couldn't mean...

‘Kneel right here.' He pointed at the floor between his knees.

He did mean it.

Caroline was still standing beside her, facing away from Andrew and smiling knowingly at her. It was an evil grin, one she usually showed only when talking about men. ‘You
are
a good girl, Pen,' she said softly.