Rylie had never felt so flummoxed. She’d nearly completely lost her cool, almost begged, maybe because her pussy was so damn hot and her spanked ass was nearly as hot. Her cool could not last around such heat.
No orgasm!?!
Xiang had spanked her!
No orgasm…!
Xiang did lots of other stuff to her besides spanking her!
No orgasm…?
Thank God she had not begged.
But also…
…she wished she had begged.
She could be orgasming right now if only she’d begged!
But Rylie knew it wasn’t as simple as that. Begging would have brought her an orgasm but it would have brought lots of baggage with it. Like shame and social weakness and loss of respect from herself and from Xiang, and loss of social status from companion to some kind of slut, and, worst and most dangerous of all, increased vulnerability to Xiang.
How the fuck did the spoiled Chinese girl get away with doing so much with her?
Xiang just did whatever she wanted. To Rylie!
Aspen thought she got the evil twin with Fang. So wrong! Rylie got the evil one. All twins had one that was evil, right? This one was a lot more evil than expected!
Aspen thought she was so unlucky to get Fang but it was Aspen who was the unlucky one. Even so, Rylie thought it was good that she was paired with Xiang. Just look at how much she did to Rylie! If it was Aspen instead, with all due respect to her fun and clever friend, who knew what would have happened? Rylie was a little smarter, wiser, and a lot more in control than Aspen.
Xiang probably would have gotten Aspen to beg. Just saying.
Rylie was nearly clueless about what to do next. Her mind grasped at grasping her clothes to put them back on as a starting point. But when she tried to grasp them with her hands, Xiang strongly discouraged her.
“Leave your clothing on the floor. Leave it! Or I will spank you!”
Xiang couldn’t spank her! Could she? Whenever she decided to?
Well, Xiang had already spanked her before. Just before. Just now. That felt like proof. Rylie felt that proof simmering on her ass.
Rylie had wanted to put her clothes on as a return to some form of normalcy. And it seemed to her that she might think more clearly with her clothes on. Maybe that didn’t make solid sense but that was how it felt. But Xiang demanded she leave her clothes on the floor and threatened to spank her if she didn’t!
Rylie was so needy and so confused that a spanking did not sound bad the way it should. It was almost tempting!
Her pussy demanded satisfaction and satisfaction required some kind of contact and spanking was some kind of contact. It fit the definition.
If Xiang grabbed Rylie and bent her over her knee and bent Rylie to her will and spanked Rylie’s hot ass… Rylie thought she’d cum all over the place. That would serve the arrogant Chinese bitch!
No. Fuck no. It wouldn’t. It would not serve Xiang right. It would serve Rylie wrong. It would just plain serve Xiang. Rylie bet Xiang wanted to spank her. Of course she did. Xiang did whatever she wanted and she’d spanked Rylie earlier so she must like to spank people.
Did Xiang want to spank all people, anyone, or only pretty young females like Rylie? Was it a sex thing?
If Rylie did something to bring on a spanking, it would make Rylie look and feel like such a slut, a demented spank-me slut. Xiang would love it. So that meant Rylie should hate the idea.
But she didn’t.
The image of Xiang spanking her was in her mind almost as if she’d seen it and had an afterimage on her vision. Xiang spanking her moments ago or maybe spanking Rylie again.
Spanking Rylie until Rylie orgasmed.
Rylie orgasming while Xiang kept spanking her.
It was awful. It was awfully hard to take her mind off that image, that idea. She almost felt it. She guessed she did feel it a little from the glowing heat coming off her ass and from her pussy spasming with need. As it happened in her mind, her body went through the motions almost like it was happening in reality.
Rylie’s hand hesitated over her bra lying on the floor. Pick it up or not?
Which was maybe the same as “bring on another spanking or not?”
Which was maybe the same as “let yourself get spanked into orgasming or not?”
Not. That was not who she was. She was not like that. She did not want to be like that. She wasn’t some lesbian sicko!
Frozen hotly in place with her hand hovering a foot away from her bra, teetering with indecision, Xiang basically made up her mind for her, “If you put clothing on, I will simply make you take it off. As previously stated, no secrets! Specifically, no secrets kept by you from Xiang. I will keep as many secrets as I wish from you. Put away all your silly American ideas of equality. I do not put up with such lies in my home.
“There is no purpose for you to put on clothes. They would fly right back off, perhaps spanked off. Also, I have already seen your body and enjoy seeing your body. There is every reason for you to remain nude. As stated, I enjoy the sight of you. Your body is aesthetically pleasing.
“No one will dare enter my section of the west wing. It is only the two of us here. Thus, you will be nude at all times while in the west wing. This will be our secret. For now.”
Rylie did not like that “for now” comment. She did not want anyone else to know about this weird nudity arrangement. Especially Aspen! Rylie would die of embarrassment if Aspen found out and Aspen wouldn’t ever let her live it down. She’d tease Rylie until the day the two of them were in an old folk’s home.
Rylie flapped her hands to her sides. It was disheartening. Nothing said someone had control over you like them effectively not allowing you to wear clothes. Clothing was almost some kind of elementary right. Something like that.
Was she going to protest this? To what end? Did she think she could change Xiang’s mind through persuasion or some kind of non-physical force?
There was no way. Xiang’s mind was made up. Rylie had no power in their relationship. This was not what she’d anticipated. Rylie had thought the twins would give them some respect. It was their country, America was cool, and Rylie was older. Therefore wiser. That was automatic. People gave other people older than them more respect. That was ingrained by nature and by grade school where kids were separated by age and literally did know more the older that they were.
Rylie had thought she’d be regarded and treated like a sort of big sister by the twins. That sure wasn’t the case! It wasn’t so much that the ship had sailed as much as the ship had never existed.
So… no clothes.
It was decided. Or accepted by her. Nude all the time. Xiang got her way.
Well… she could have her way on that issue but she better not think she could have her way with Rylie in other ways. Like rubbing Rylie’s pussy. No more of that!
No matter how good it had felt….
No matter how hungry for contact her pussy was right then.
She saw Xiang looking her up and down appreciatively. Was that aesthetic pleasure in Xiang’s eyes? The fuck it was! That was lust!
Fuck. Xiang was a lesbian! Rylie inwardly sneered at herself. What was her first clue? Xiang rubbing her pussy?
Okay, whatever, Xiang was a lesbian. It happened. That made one of them. One! Xiang could be as lesbian as she wanted to be, just not with Rylie.
Not any more with Rylie. Not again. Xiang had pulled off some lesbian stuff with Rylie. It had happened. Rylie could not pretend it had not. She’d like to ignore it but she better pay attention to it. She needed to keep it from happening again.
Rylie closed her eyes to Xiang openly looking her over.
Rylie did some damage assessment. No, not her ass. It still burned a little but there was no permanent harm to it. The deeper wound was to her pride. Or her self-esteem? Both. Yes, both.
The spanking was humiliating. True that. But the arousal was ten times more humiliating. No heterosexual woman should have to get turned on by a mean spoiled rich bitch lesbian! That should be a rule. No, wait, that should be a law!
Yeah, but if it was a law, it sure would be embarrassing to try to prosecute Xiang.
“Yes, your honor, I swear to God that lesbian there turned me on and got me fired up and made my pussy wet and made me desperate for an orgasm. Lock her up! Throw away the key!”
How bad was this no clothes thing? Rylie wasn’t quite sure. It seemed bad. It made her feel naughty. Hey, not her idea, but she still felt slutty because of her nudity. Oh, or was that slutty feeling because her pussy was wet and she was still so damn horny?
Logically it wasn’t that big of a deal. Xiang had already seen her naked. So now Xiang would just get to keep seeing her naked. And keep ogling her. And appreciate how “aesthetically pleasing” Rylie’s body was.
Fuck this! It was a big deal!
But it did not matter that it was a big deal. It was now a fact. Xiang had the upper hand and Rylie did not have the traction or the strength to take control.
Rylie decided she’d have to ignore her nudity. Pretend she wasn’t nude. Like how people at nudist beaches supposedly no longer noticed nudity and did not care about it. Yeah, right!
She would also have to ignore Xiang’s looks at her body.
Xiang picked up Rylie’s clothes, “Stay here, American slut.”
She left and Rylie frowned hard. How could she get out of this situation? She couldn’t because she could not leave Aspen behind. So how should she deal with Xiang?
Better. For sure better than she had so far. But it was hard to see how to make that happen.
Should she complain to Caihong?
Caihong was hardly sympathetic. It stood out in Rylie’s mind the way that Caihong had treated Aspen’s nipples. It stood out even more than Aspen’s hard nipples had stood out as she failed to withstand Caihong’s abuse of her nipples. If that was abuse. Caihong acted like she had every right to touch Aspen’s nipples. Like Aspen had no right to privacy.
Was it… lesbian?
Aspen was torn on that point. She wasn’t used to thinking of anyone Caihong’s age in sexual terms or as having sexual preferences or urges. But she was sure it was possible. She almost wanted to scoff at herself again. What kind of woman grabbed nipples and made poor Aspen get aroused from nipple play? A lesbian, right?
If Rylie went to Caihong over this, Caihong could lose faith in Rylie’s ability to be an effective companion. She might replace Rylie with someone else and then Rylie could not look out for Aspen. When Aspen found out Rylie was gone, maybe when she showed up at a dinner and some other American young woman was hanging out with Xiang, Aspen would be upset and would probably storm out.
Tattoos and piercings, all for nothing!
Or, also bad, Rylie would probably have to tell Caihong about it in front of Aspen and in front of both twins. The only time Rylie would see Caihong was at a dinner and everyone would be there.
Just talking about the issue would be incredibly embarrassing even if Rylie did all the talking but probably Xiang would add in certain details Rylie did not want anyone to know. Especially herself. It was too late for herself but she could at least keep Aspen from knowing what happened. Specifically, how she reacted.
Rylie decided she simply could not afford to go to Caihong for help. She even thought there was a chance, if she had, that Caihong would simply tell Xiang, “Good job, granddaughter!”
Rylie had to face up to it. She should not expect respect here at the Chiu estate. Just the opposite. The Chiu women looked at her and Aspen as hired help. In a way, that did make sense. They were hired help. They were not traditional maids or butlers or whatever but they were still here for money.
Xiang returned and her hands were conspicuously empty of Rylie’s clothes.
Rylie looked pointedly at Xiang’s empty hands.
Xiang smiled widely, “I have disposed of your clothing. It is a tradition for me to choose my companion’s clothing – or lack of clothing – throughout the entirety of the companionship.”
Oh, it was, was it? Rylie had her doubts but she wasn’t sure how to prove them and didn’t think proving them would do any good. If an internet search said no, companions do not have to wear whatever their Chinese counterparts tell them to wear or not wear, would Xiang say, “My bad! Okay, you don’t have to.”
No, she would not. Xiang was too bad of a person to ever say “My bad!”
So this was how it would be. Hang out with a Chinese lesbian adult brat in the nude for months.
Rylie would just have to find a way to make the best of it.
What would that look like? You know, besides looking like a naked Rylie….
