My Neighbor Rachael Ch 03

I don't really know how long I stood there bawling. It could have been three minutes or it could have been ten. It couldn't have been any longer because I was still standing in the same spot about ten feet from my front door. I had been lost in a sea of misery and panic.

I tried to convince myself Rachael was bluffing. She would not, could not, ruin me. Kathy would be pissed at her for being so cruel. But how could I be sure? Could I risk calling her buff? I thought back to earlier. She had talked to me in the same nice reasonable tone the whole time, only once raising her voice. It was the voice of assured power. She was confident of her position. I felt like a girl falling into rapids and about to be swept over the waterfall.

My mind scanned through everything she'd said at light speed. She'd mentioned that the video showing my punishment session did not reveal my face until the very end "by design."

Had she planned this all out that long ago? Surely not. No, she told me several times she had made the decision to take control of me, as she put it, on her own as a result of my ghosting her. How that disrespect had "pissed her off".

I cursed myself for ignoring her. But I knew it was not just ignoring her. I had deliberately avoided her because I was too ashamed to face her. Even when we met with Kathy Friday night to explain about the accident I had avoided talking to her directly as much as possible. And yet I had thought about her constantly since.

I had masturbated seemingly continuously at home reliving the events of last Thursday when she'd spanked me and totally dominated me.

I'd even fingered myself a bit when I changed from jeans to those satin sleeping shorts upon my return from my meeting with Kathy. I'd fantasized I had blurted a confession to driving impaired and despite having already been punished, Kathy had spanked me to tears over her lap. Then she'd fingered me until I orgasmed before she let me up only to tell me I owed her and demanded I lick her pussy until she was satisfied.

My fantasies for the whole weekend varied along a similar theme: Kathy punishing me and then using me as a sex toy. I could not help myself. I was so hot, I masturbated continually. My nipples and clit were still tender when I went to work this morning. The same feelings overwhelmed me upon my return home as soon as I'd stripped out of my work clothes and donned the skimpy satin shorts. Despite what I'd told Rachael, I had not stopped to shower. I'd quickly removed my makeup and set to work fingering myself.

But now I was not aroused. I was panicked. I saw myself ruined. I had to do something. I grabbed my cell and phoned Rachael. She did not answer. I got an immediate dial tone. She had refused my call. I texted her "Please don't" it said. A long thirty seconds passed before she answered. It was a meme of Tom the cartoon cat shrugging.

How could she go from "Good, you stood up for yourself" to this? I began shaking. I sent another text. "Please" She must have expected I'd beg because she answered almost immediately- 'tick tock'.

I wondered how many of the seven people she selected would even open an email from a stranger.Or download the video. And out of those how many would recognize me? It all depended what Rachael wrote in the title and body of the message.

If she said this is somebody you know well, then I know a few of my friends who would open it immediately. Sarah from work would for sure and she might recognize me from behind. We are not close friends but party together and go to the same gym where she has seen me nude in the locker room many times. Sarah has no filter or inhibitions and openly screws around with both men and women. She was a slut but not an airhead.

She would not think twice about calling me out in the office and teasing in front of everybody. If she gave it much thought, she might even do it deliberately hoping I'd resign and she'd get my position. I'd always considered her as one of those who would do most anything to succeed, even sleeping her way to the top of the heap.

I had no option. I had to go see Kathy. I paused. Do I follow Rachael's instructions about not cleaning up or changing clothes? Fuck it. If I've gone this far I might as well go all the way. I wiped away my freshest tears so I could see my phone. "On my way". I got almost to their yard when my phone chimed 'two minutes'. I sprinted.

I hit the doorbell three times and started knocking frantically. It felt like an eternity before the porch light came on and then a pause while somebody peeked through the peephole. Kathy opened the door. She was wearing a thigh length nightgown.

She took one look at me, pulled me inside and exclaimed, "My God, Naomi what happened to you? What's wrong? Are you okay?" We were in a small foyer that opened into her living room.

I took a breath and exclaimed all in a rush, "You have to stop her. She will ruin me. No time. I'm sorry." I looked past and saw Rachael enter the living room from the hallway on the other side. I just pointed.

Kathy spun around and asked Rachael if she knew what was going on. "Yeah. Seems Naomi here made a decision." She had a wide smile on her face.

Kathy lead to me her kitchen table asking me if I needed something to drink. I shook my head. My panic over, fresh tears coursed down my face. I dreaded what was coming. "You look like Hell, girl!" Kathy said as she looked me over. My bottom half was concealed by the table.

Rachael guffawed and said, "She looks pretty good from the neck down to me. Did you see those little satin shorts? Her butt cheeks show and when she moves just right, she flashes her hoo-hah."

Kathy wrinkled her nose and said. "You smell like pussy! What have you been doing? When was the last time you showered?" I told her last night and ignored the first question.

I looked at Rachael and fearfully asked. "Did you send it?" I almost collapsed with relief when she said "Nope."

"Send what?" Kathy demanded loudly. She looked back and forth between Rachael and me. "She's upset, you seem amused, and I am confused. Somebody better explain just what the fuck is going on!"

"Naomi has a few confessions to make. I guess I do too." Rachael offered with a shrug and a half grin. "Naomi has decided to come out and reveal she is a submissive lesbian slut." I denied that loudly and Rachael countered with, "Which part of that do you deny? I can prove the first word, you hinted at the second and you smell like the third." She giggled. "I'll be back in a minute, Mom. It will all be explained. Take the girl into the living room. We'll need the TV."

Kathy looked at me, puzzled. "Did she just call you 'the girl'?" I nodded, trying my best to keep from crying again. I almost lost it when my pussy twinged and gushed. What the fuck was wrong with me?

"I was ready for this. We'll start from the beginning." Rachael announced when she returned. "This is the rough cut from last Wednesday. I was taking a video of the deer grazing out front when Naomi drove up and across the yard." She had told me about it but not shown me the video before now.

It looked worse than I had remembered. My car careened off the street and stopped in the rose bed. I backed up, jumped out, staggered and fell. I had actually spun around as I did. It ended when I fell the second time. "Were you drunk? It sure looks like it!" Kathy asked me, glaring. "Did you lie to me?"

Rachael answered before I could, "Sort of. Certainly impaired. I still had my cell phone running and you can hear what was said even if the picture was wonky. That is the next file." We listened to her tell me to wait and then her get in my car. "I am going to record our conversation as best I can without her knowing. She looks pretty out of it to me." came Rachael's voice.

Kathy stared at me as she listened to Rachael finding the bottle of antihistamines, chewing me out for driving impaired and my subsequent confession and desire to keep Kathy in the dark. "The only part of that I liked hearing was your professed love for me. I knew you were interested, but we see each other often and you never said anything. I also knew you both feared and fantasized about spankings or rather me spanking you. I could see the arousal in your eyes the first time we talked about it. I could tell you are submissive but with Rachael in the house..." She broke off, shrugging.

"I assume you spanked her?" Kathy asked Rachael, who nodded. "I ought to spank you for keeping me in the dark," she stated. Rachael blushed but did not respond otherwise.

Next was the video of my time in Rachel's bedroom. "Nice ass." Kathy offered. She listened to my tearful statement I was there of my own free will because I was a bad girl who deserved my punishment, etc. Kathy told Rachael to fast forward through the spanking itself as she was most interested in the dialog. "I'll watch it later, on my own. It should be fun to see her butt turn red and listen to her squealing."

"Oh she did a lot more than just squeal." Rachael giggled.

"I gave Naomi a copy of this video today when she got home from work. No stopping for drinks today. Guess she was not in the mood. We watched it together with no volume while I narrated. Then I gave her a set of orders. That is the next recording." Rachael said.

"Did you record everything I said or we talked about?" I asked woefully, more than a little upset at the revelation.

"Pretty much." Rachael said, leering at me. At a look from Kathy she said, "Not our talk Friday night when we told Mom our lie. Or rather the revised version of what happened where we left out your being snockered. There was nothing between the punishment and this evening because you avoided me. I was going to spank you tonight but you never quite gave me enough reason. I'd pretty much decided to pull you shorts down and give you a few swats anyway but you decided to get brave and grow a pair. I had to go to plan B."

She put the audio file of our first meeting into the TV. Once again she fast forwarded it until close to the end stopping now and then to listen to snippets. She played it at normal speed from towards the end of her narration until she left to meet Kathy for supper. Kathy was obviously amused. "That clip sounds almost as good as the original spanking video. I might have to listen to it while watching the video if I can get it to synch up."

Turning to Rachael she said. "I am amazed. I had no idea you had it in you. You worked Naomi like a pro! You had her almost falling over herself at each step." I began to protest that it was cruel. "Hush, Naomi. You were not forced. Rachael pushed and you surrendered your ass. So Rachael, has she followed your orders?"

"As far as I could tell. We were just finished eating and cleaning up when she got her food delivered. I could not look out and see what she wore on the bottom or if she covered her tits. Naomi, did you obey me completely or cheat?" Rachael asked me suddenly.

My hesitation gave her the answer."So the delivery guy did not get to see those hard nipples poking holes in that tshirt. Mom, those nips have been hard the whole time Naomi and I have been together. She's been completely turned on by all this. She probably could not tell anymore, but her living room smelled like pussy too. I could smell it as soon as I walked in. I'd bet she'd been playing with herself non-stop since she got home from work. And she forgot to cover again. I can see half her pussy now." I jumped and put my hand over my groin. "The way those shorts fit, her pussy shows whenever she moves. No panties so I bet the crotch of those shorts is crusty or at least stained."

"Oh, I noticed the lack of panties right away." Kathy said. "And when you called her out on the recording she wiggled around and exposed herself again then." She laughed. "Don't cover up on my account! I like the view." she added with a smile. "Let's hear what happened when you went back after supper. I've read the text exchange. Looks like one from earlier and one just before she showed up at our door. I'd like to hear the audio to understand."

Just like before, I could not bear to look at either of them and stared at the floor as Rachael played the last damning audio. Kathy reread the text exchange. "No wonder she was in such a panic. Did she make it in time or were you going to surprise her with the news she was too late later?" I sucked in my breath and moaned. Rachael said I made it, but barely. "Rachael let me ask you a question in front of Naomi. You don't have to answer if you don't want her to know. Were you really going to send out those video files or were you bluffing? Was this just to get her to come forward and confess to me she was driving under the influence and all the rest? I guess what I am asking is just how far were you prepared to go?"

"Mom, I'm gonna be honest. I was not bluffing a bit. I have that video ready to go. I cut it a bit to make it fit in a text message. It shows her standing and presenting herself to me, then some of the spanking, and most of the closeup of her bottom from behind. It ends just before I turn her around after spanking her so her face is not shown. You two can go in and look at my computer to see for yourselves. I have six names who I don't know plus her mother." I gasped and moaned, but she ignored me.

"I put the ball in her court and let her make the decision. You heard the discussion. She's heard it twice. Just confessing to you is not good enough for me anymore. I will hold off for now, but unless you absolutely forbid me and tell me to stand down, I'll definitely send it out. UNLESS!" She looked at me.

Very meekly, I asked, "Unless what? Wasn't confessing to Kathy enough? She's heard me on those recordings. I'm sure she will paddle me for drinking and driving even though it was an honest mistake."

"Who do you want to answer first?" Kathy asked. I told her to go first. "Oh, I'd love to blister your butt for that. We've talked about it so many times I can't remember the count but at least every time you came over to ask for a ride to get your car after a night out drinking plus many others sitting here talking. But I can't and won't do something like that without your express permission."

"But I don't think that will be a problem. If I tell you to drop your pants, I'm sure you will, right?" Kathy asked. Sheepishly I nodded, confirming what I'd said in the recordings. "When I am ready, I will tell you. But it is late so it won't be tonight. Rachael what were you going to say to her before I interrupted?"

"Like I said, I gave you an ultimatum after I gave you a series of options earlier. All you did was stall by confessing to Mom. First you insulted me and pissed me off by avoiding having a little talk. Your fault. You gave me a little lip service but did not offer me what you had to know I wanted from a submissive little slut... Sorry let me rephrase. You haven't proven you are a slut so submissive little BITCH like you. I actually expected you to offer me your ass this evening for at least a spanking as an apology. And that as a separate issue from the rest. My conviction you need to be controlled and supervised stands. In fact from your little histrionic display, I'm even more convinced."

"But what you want is too much!" I wailed, about to burst into tears. "You want me to submit to full control! Under you or Kathy or even somebody else. You started piling on the rules right off the bat without any discussion! What I was allowed to wear in my own home, how to address you. What I could do or rather had to do. You even said I had to watch that damn video every day!"

"And I could tell you would not stop there. I'd have no private life. You'd control everything outside of work eventually. I can't live like that! You have no idea how humiliated I have been just thinking about that time in your bedroom last Thursday. I told you I was sorry I dissed you and avoided you, but I couldn't bear to look you in the eye! Not so soon after my ordeal." I paused to catch my breath. "You stripped me of every vestige of my dignity! You knew that full well. And now Kathy does."

I took another breath to calm myself. "I'm gonna confess something. Today when you first came over you caught me almost naked, like I am now. You called me out on it saying it was too early for bed. Well, I've been dressed like this or nude my whole time at home since that spanking. I got dressed only to go out. Over here Friday for our discussion when Kathy got home and to go to work today. My nipples have stayed hard constantly. I smell like pussy because for some reason I've been totally aroused and it has been dripping so much I even had to wear a pad today at work. When I got home I played with myself for the hour before you got there. I couldn't help myself. I stopped only to get that food menu out. I have barely eaten all weekend. Today was my first real meal."

"I could barely sleep and even then dreamt of being naked and abused." I quickly corrected myself when Rachael scowled and said 'abused?' "Sorry, I mean punished."

"I had to really press myself to concentrate at work. I think I am going crazy! Nobody had touched me intimately for over a year until Thursday. You beat my ass and of course I expected the pain and some embarrassment when I dropped my pants. But you went further with your demands. I felt myself slipping when you had me strip totally and fold my clothes here your living room and it got worse as it went. I was open, vulnerable! You heard me beg you to let me go. I could do nothing else! I so wanted to run but I could not walk away any more than I could fly. I told myself I'd given my word to accept my punishment but it was more than that. I FELT like I deserved to have my butt beat. But when you did the rest, the fingering, the pinching, the pulling, something snapped."

"I became that submissive bitch you called me. I felt so pitiful. I lost my self-respect. And I hate it. I had to hide. I could from you but not from myself. I grew up making my own choices. Doing whatever I wanted at the time. I may not have done my best but I stayed out of trouble. But that is the life I know. Please don't make choose to submit totally or risk ruin. Let me go. Let me get back to the way I was." I was wore out and sat back on their sofa.

"Whoa!" Kathy said, finally. "Now that was a heartfelt confession if I ever heard one. I wish I had taken a page out of Rachael's book and recorded it so I could listen to it again. I want you to answer one question. Are you at all suicidal? Have you had the slightest thought of doing anything to harm yourself in any way?"

I looked at her in shock. "Hell no! Never! I'd never even hurt myself. I hate pain!" I exclaimed.

"Yet you are fascinated about spanking or rather getting spanked. And despite your wishes to the contrary, it arouses you. I think it is rather the humiliation of submitting to a spanking that arouses you. Rachael caught on to something I'd seen in you a while back. You ARE submissive, very much so." Kathy said. "This is my psychology minor coming through. You knew that or at least I told you at one point. I also have an MBA which we talked about more because of your own."

"But that is neither here nor there. You referred to me as a mother figure. Yet I am very unlike yours. I've met her several times. She is very permissive, an old school liberal. I think she'd been a hippie wannabe but not quite old enough plus her family might not have been so liberal in their thinking as her. Something to explore. She's what? Mid or late sixties if I remember, so an older mother when you came along. "

"We talked about this once and you got defensive. Your Mom did you a disservice by giving you too much freedom growing up. She let you have your way and indulged you. You grew up a snowflake." I cringed at hearing this, but kept my mouth shut. "At least as far as taking responsibility for yourself. Like you said, you managed to get a good education and a good job. But you flounder. You do what you want and when. It's a testament to your intellect you managed to do so well for yourself. You are constantly broke but you still pay your bills." Kathy paused and seemed to think.