JP_1814 wrote:
Blackmailing the Bride by JP_1814
Somewhat inspired by this (
http://enf-cmnf.com/2014/05/housewife-b ... bitionism/ ) video on ENF-CMNF.com.
Laura and I were close friends since high school. Last year when Laura and her fiance, Bill, decided to get married I was her first choice to be the maid of honor. Unfortunately my good friend evolved into a total bridezilla. After weeks of being bullied by my friend I decided I had enough, Laura needed to be taken down a peg.’
I got my opportunity about two weeks before the wedding. I was staying the night at Laura’s small apartment “helping” her make more damn table decorations because the last set I made was “too tacky and so 2014”. She decided not to actually make anything, instead she just kinked around on her laptop dressed only in a t-shirt and fuzzy pants. When she left to use the bathroom I took the opportunity to see what she was doing on her computer.
Jackpot! I found that Laura left her email account open. I scrolled through her sent messages with subjects like “Little Bill’s Little Dick,” “My MIL Needs a Good Spanking,” and “... My Lazy Friends.” I started forwarding emails to my personal account. Laura will regret the day she messed with me. Suddenly I heard the bathroom door swing open.
“Cora, What are you doing on my laptop!?!” Laura shouted as she ran over.
“When did you become such a bitch Laura?” I asked calmly.
“At least I never spied on my friends computer!” Laura tried to push me across the apartment. I was able to grab hold of her cheap fuzzy pants and, Rip! Laura was moving towards me raging mad with her perfectly shaved pussy and bare ass on display.
“Beating me up won’t solve any of the problems I can cause for you Laura. You should check out what emails you just sent.” I said in as commanding of a voice as I could muster.
Laura grabbed her laptop and looked through her sent messages. “Cora, what are you going to do with those?” She asked timidly.
“Nothing right now,” I said. “I was hoping just me having them would help keep you inline.”
“What do you mean?” she asked confused.
“You have been a real pain in my ass Laura. Your demanding and are never grateful for anything anyone has done for you. Maybe if I get some leverage over you I can teach you a lesson in humility.”
“Are… Are you still going to help with my wedding, and the family only pre-party next week or...” Laura asked nervously.
“I will still help you Laura, but you have to do something for me tonight.”
“Anything,” she said desperately.
“Get over my knee,” I commanded.
Laura did as she was told. She also hardly moved when I started spanking her. She did whimper and kept asking if “this was all really necessary.” After 15 good spanks across her bare bottom I ordered her up.
“Good night Laura, see you at the family pre-party next week,” I said as I walked out the door leaving the decorations for Laura to finish.
Next week I returned to Laura’s apartment to help her with the family pre-wedding party. Since she wanted to be with her family she got me to be there little chief. I started prepping the food and pretending like nothing was wrong. In the one week since I last seen her, Laura forgot I had several incriminating emails from her and was barking orders with the best of them.
“You keep doing that, I have to look presentable,” Laura said like a spoiled 16 year old girl leaving me with all the real work. She only emerged again when her the doorbell rang. Laura popped out of her bedroom wearing a silky blue blouse, a black skirt, and a perfectly clean white apron that looked like something a sexy French maid would own.
Laura seated her the six members of her family in the main room of the apartment. I could see them and through the saloon doors of the kitchen, but Laura did not feel the need to introduce me. Eventually though she needed the hor d'oeuvres so had to come and see me.
“Laura, I had to ask you something?” I said to her coolly.
“Make it quick,” she shot back.
“Do you think I should show your family the emails at the start of the meal or after dessert?” I asked innocently.
Her eyes shot open “I… I thought you were joking.”
“No Laura, I was not. I could be persuaded to keep these emails to myself if I think you are being a good girl.”
“Yes, I will be a good girl,” she replied hopelessly.
“Now a good girl would leave that pretty black skirt here. You wouldn’t want to get any food on it,” I ‘suggested.’
“I would not,” Laura said trying to put on a smile.
“Here let me help you with that. I am sure the zipper is hard to reach.” I spun Laura around and quickly pulled the zipper on her skirt down. It dropped to the floor revealing a pair of silky panties that matched her shirt. I then handed her the tray food, patted her on the butt, and sent her back into the main room. Her family did seem to notice too much that Laura was now without a skirt. The apron did a good job covering her up for the most part. I through got a good look at her semi-exposed behind as she walked back to the table with the tray.
Soon the first course was done and it was time for soup. Laura returned to the kitchen to get more food. The apron did not cover her back at all, so Laura’s family got to see Laura’s expensive panties.
“I did not know you had such expensive panties Laura,” I said in a voice loud enough for her family to hear. “Can I get a better look at them?”
Laura said nothing as she took off her underwear and handed them to me.
“These look really expensive,” I reiterated “I’ll keep them here so they don’t get dirty.”
“But...but…” Laura tried to say.
“Well I am sure if I show your family the emails that would help…” I started to explain.
“Fine, fine. Great idea, keep the underwear,” Laura quickly said.
“Great. The soup is on the burner.”
Laura took the large pot soup and returned to the party. I ‘accidentally’ filled the pot so it almost overflowed just so I could watch Laura struggle more with carrying it to the table and so I could get a better look at her firm naked ass. Fortunately for me, not for Laura, she spilled some on her way to the table. Forcing her to return to the kitchen, grab a rag, get down on her hands and knees, and scrub the floor with her butt appealingly pointed skywards. Eventually though she was able to sit down and enjoy, as much as she could, dinner with her increasingly suspicious family.
When Laura returned to the kitchen for the main course she appeared to already know what I was going to suggest.
“Oh just cut the politeness charade out and tell me whether you want my shirt, bra, or apron.” She said somewhat annoyed.
“If you are going to give me attitude like that than I want the shirt and the bra,” I fired back.
“You can’t take both.”
“Perhaps, but I could show your family…”
“Fine, fine.” Laura briefly took off the apron to strip. Slowly she pulled the blue shirt over her head. She quickly unclasped her bra and it dropped to the floor revealing her large extremely firm breasts.
“Who did you buy those from? They look expensive.” I asked sarcastically.
“Just shut up and give me dinner,” she replied as she put back on the apron. I handed her the tray of food and she left the kitchen. Other than watching her naked bottom bounce back to the table I got to listen as she tried to explain to her now very concerned family why she was dressed only in a apron.
The night was coming to a close and so it was time for dessert. Laura seemed to know the routine by this point. She got up, walked into the kitchen, and dropped her apron on the floor. Before she could walk out with the white cake I prepared I decided to throw her a curveball.
“Your family looks board. Why do you do those dances you always do during our girls night out,” I proposed.
“That’s a dumb idea.”
“Well perhaps your emails would be more entertaining.”
“Alright, I will dance exotically for your amusement. Will that make you happy?”
“Perhaps.”
Laura returned to the party, dropped the cake down on table, and walked out in front of the room.
“During our dessert I felt like it was only appropriate to perform for you,” Laura said clearly embarrassed as her entire family stared at her naked pussy and fake tits. “I have worked very hard with my friends to perfect this dance so I hope you like it.” She then started to dance like she was in a club, except she had no strange men to grind up on. Her family were dead silent as they watched the thin body of a close relative move up and down in a clearly sexual manner. I did not hear what they said next but they all speedily got out of their chairs and left. I decided to follow them out, leaving the mess for Laura to clean.
“See you at the wedding Laura. Hope you can stay dressed for once,” I joked as I left the apartment.