After Julie left the bedroom, I stood there naked, just as she told me to, and waited for Cathy to come out of the bathroom. I kept feeling my sore bottom and looking at it to see if it was still red. Each time I looked, expecting it to be a normal color again, I was brought back to the reality that my ass had been spanked, and spanked good. It was still red and sore. I could only surmise that the spanking Cathy gave me must have part of their plan. Damn it hurt.
After about seven or eight minutes, I heard Julie call to me from the hallway saying “Dinner will be out of the over soon, Greg.” Another moment later, Julie walked back into the bedroom just as Cathy opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the bedroom. “Oh, I see I arrived just in time,” Julie said, “How was your shower, Cathy?”
Cathy stood in the bathroom doorway, her hair wrapped up in a towel and another wrapped around her body, held up just above her breasts, tucked in neatly under her arm.
“It was great to get washed up,” Cathy replied, “I didn’t realize how much sperm ran down my chest.”
Looking at me, Cathy asked “How’s your bottom, Greg? I thought I saw you crying. Did I really hurt you that much?”
I knew what I had to do and say, especially with Julie watching. I was well past the point where I even tried to cover myself anymore I mean, they had both seen me masturbate and Cathy got into the shower with me, so, what’s the point in trying to be modest now? It didn’t even matter to me anymore that my rock hard cock was pointing out in front of me like a railroad crossing arm…. I accepted my almost constant exposure to them as part of their scheming and I knew this night wasn’t over yet, and wasn’t going to be for a while.
I turned and faced Cathy and then spoke directly to her, not even looking at Julie, saying “Cathy, I’m sorry for taking advantage of the situation in the shower. I should have told you I was getting close to cumming. I knew it was wrong to let you go so far and I still did it anyway. So, you had every right to be angry and to spank me. In fact, Thank You for that, I had it coming and you did the right thing.”
Cathy walked the few steps toward me and when she got within arms reach, she reached out and grasped my cock with one hand and stroked my arm with her other hand. “Greg, it’s forgotten,” she said as she smiled, “turn around, let me see your back side.”
As I turned around, I heard her gasp and say “Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, Greg, I had no idea I had spanked you so hard. I am really very sorry. Can you forgive me?”
I turned around to face her again and before I could speak, she hugged me lightly, forcing my cock to bend up between us, laying flat against my stomach. Not knowing if I should hug her back, I just stood there with my arms to my side. The whole shower spanking incident came back to me in living color and I immediately started to blush with embarrassment.
I felt embarrassed at the attention she was giving me, considering the fact that Julie was watching us. She was soothing my feelings, just like a mother would soothe her child after being disciplined. I turned my head to look at Julie and was surprised to see her standing there, arms crossed across her chest with a satisfied look on her face.
I started to answer Cathy to tell her not to worry about the spanking, but Julie spoke up first saying “Well, let’s get you two dressed for dinner.”
Julie took my arm and walked me to the side of the bed and Cathy moved to the other side of me. I looked at the pile of lingerie laying on the bed I knew what was coming next.
It looked like every drawer we had in the house that contained lingerie was dumped out on the bed. There were bras and panties, camisoles, garter belts, stockings, crotchless panties, short nighties and all the ruffled panties we bought with Cathy that day in the store. I wouldn’t have thought my cock could have grown harder, but it did as I looked at the sea of soft and silky nylon and rayon.
Julie reached over and grasped my cock, just as Cathy had done three times already tonight and began to softly stroke me as she said “Darling, you can pick any two items on this bed to wear to dinner. It’s your choice…. any two things at all and Cathy is going to help you dress. Go ahead, Panty Boy, pick out any two pieces you want to wear.”
Admittedly, even though the spanking really did hurt my ass, I had already forgotten it and I was at a fever pitch. Hearing her call me ‘Panty Boy’ in Cathy’s presence turned up the excitement a notch, too. This was just so unreal, but, in searching my heart, I knew all of this was for me….. not for Cathy and not for Julie….. it was what I wanted.
As I started to pick through the pile of slinky lingerie, I held some of the pieces in my hands to feel the softness of them and rub the material together. I held some of the things up, looking at the front and back, imaging how they would look on me. The sheer excitement of having all of it at my disposal to touch, feel and wear caused me to almost lose all comprehension of Julie and Cathy standing right next to me. If it wasn’t for the feeling of Julie’s touch on my cock, I might have slipped off into dreamland, throwing myself on top of the pile and rolling around in it until I drifted off to sleep.
As I picked through the pile, I came across the “Fuck-Me Panties” and picked them up. The soft ruffles and softie feel of the material called out to me and I turned to look at Julie, trying to sense her approval if I selected these panties to wear. Oh, how I wanted to pull them up my legs and set them on my hips. But, the look in Julie’s eyes reminded me of what the “Fuck-Me Panties” stood for and what would happen if I put them on.
“Are you sure you want those now?” Julie asked. She raised her eyebrows and gave me an almost serious look. I interpreted her body language as saying: “You know what we have to do if you put those on.”
I knew I interpreted her look correctly. In my heart, I knew that she would stop everything, put dinner on hold, get the strap-on out and make love to my red and sore bottom right then and there if I continued.
I set the “Fuck-Me Panties” down and reached for a pink pair of the ruffle panties we bought with Cathy. I held them up and looked at them, remembering how they looked on me when I tried them on the first time. I rubbed them on my face to feel their softness and looked at Julie to see her reaction.
“If you pick those,” Julie said, “Cathy has a surprise for you.” My mind started to spin on all the possibilities for this ‘surprise’ Cathy had. What could it be? Surely not more panties we had a ton of them already.
Something was pushing me to these pink panties, though….. I had an uncontrollable and unrelenting desire to put them on and feel the soft nylon slip up my legs and encase my throbbing cock. The sheer look and feel of the panty exuded sex and sensuality I had been drawn to these panties from the moment I saw them on display at the store, and the more I held them, the more I was sure these were the ones I should wear tonight.
“These,” I told them quickly, “for one of the two items. Do I have to pick a second, or can I just wear these by themselves?”
“Let’s see what Cathy has to match.” Julie answered. A smile appeared on Julie’s lips as she turned to nod at Cathy.
With that, Cathy left my side and stepped over to Julie’s closet, opened the door and pulled out a bag from her store. “These came in last week,” Cathy said, “but, I didn’t know it when you guys came in on Saturday. They put these out on display when they restocked on Saturday night and I just saw them yesterday.”
Cathy reached into the bag and pulled out a matching pink ruffle bra. The sides and straps weren’t ruffled, but the cups had ruffles on them and I could easily tell they were part of a perfectly matched set.
Crossing toward me, Cathy smiled and handed Julie the bra. Julie released her hold on my cock and took the bra off the hanger, unclasp the back and put her fingers into the cups to feel the material. “Oh, look Greg,” Julie said, “it’s just your size!”
Julie showed me the tag. 36-A.
Cathy moved up next to me saying that the bra didn’t have underwire and she thought the soft cups should fit me fairly well, and added “I can take it back if it’s too big. They did have one 36-AA, but, you may be able to fill this one out. Let’s try it on.”
Julie stepped away and handed the ruffle bra to Cathy as she stood next to me. She wrapped the bra around my waist saying “Watch so you can see how to put these on easily.”
I watched as Cathy turned the bra so the cups were behind me and the clasp was by my belly button. “Just wrap it around your waist like this,” she said, “make sure the straps are up and then hook this part into this.” She held the clasp out for me to see and then pulled the strap out and let it go, allowing it to snap against by stomach. “Then, just turn the whole thing around so the cups are in the front, pull it up, hook your arms in the straps and you’re done. It’s a snap.”
I had seen Julie do this a thousand times, but, I never paid attention to exactly how it was done and now having been instructed in the correct way to put on a bra, she was right it was a snap.
“Go ahead, Greg,” Julie said, “you finish it.”
I shuffled the bra around me so the cups were in the front and then I pulled it up over my non existent breasts. My male breasts didn’t have much mass, but, even I knew that every man has a little bit of chub up there that could be called a breast.
I snuggled the bra into place and slipped my arms into the straps and pulled them up onto my shoulders. I was simply amazed at the fit. My male breasts fit and pretty much filled it out. The cups were a little loose, but, even Cathy said that the 36-AA would be too small for me. They each took one side and adjusted the straps over my shoulders and Cathy went behind me to adjust the clasp so it was tighter. “You know,” Cathy said, “Maybe a 34-A would be a better fit. I’ve got it on the tightest hook and it still might be a little big. We can check it out better tomorrow when we shop.”