Stages (Chapter 1) (Patreon)

CHAPTER 1:

He saw her standing in the doorway. The white towel wrapped around her accentuated the red tinge that the heat from the shower had brought out in her pale skin. He knew from her mother's notes that she didn't take a clean change of clothes with her to the shower, clearly she was a creature of habit. He gave her a minute as she took in her new bed, sheets and the clothes waiting for her. He couldn't tell if her cheeks were red from her hot shower, embarassment or both. 

"Nice shower Kiddo?" Asked Nick. The Nick name had the desired effect as Eliza visibly cringed when she heard it. Nick even thought he caught the faintest hint of an eye roll. 

"Ahh yeah, I guess," Eliza responded hesitantly. She wasn't game enough to test the water too much just yet. Standing at her own doorway wrapped in just a towel whilst being stared at by a fully clothed man just a few years older than her was infuriating and humiliating yet it was also beginning to cement the power dynamic between them. She knew Nick would be looking for an opportunity to punish her so she would have to pick her battles carefully. 

"Alright then, come over here so we can get you into your new jammies," Nick said as if Eliza should be excited at the prospect of her new clothes. He reached for the fluro pair of underwear on the top of the pile. 

Eliza took a few steps closer before softly stammering "um, can I please have some privacy?" 

"Don't be silly, you're going to have to get used this routine whether you like it or not. The sooner we get it over with the better you'll feel. When you show me you're a big girl who deserves privacy you can dress yourself but not tonight. Besides, I want to make sure your new undies fit you properly. Now come over here and drop that towel please," Nick said as he stretched out the waistband of the bonds underpants. 

Eliza tried to take it all in. She hadn't worn underwear like that for at least 4 years, she now chose simple black, white, grey or nude colour and made sure they were discreet under her clothing. Now, not only did she not have a choice but they were going to be put on her like she was a child and couldn't dress herself. She tried to recompose herself for a moment. Deciding whether this was worth fighting or not. 

Nick sighed and looked up at Eliza, "ok, this is how this is going to work. You're going to walk over here and stand between my knees. You're going to drop that towel of yours and I'm going to dress you for bed. It's 8:15 now and you've had a big day, if you do as I say you can stay up for a bit longer and watch some TV. If you put up anymore fuss I'll put you straight to bed with a smacked bottom. If you truly were a mature girl this wouldn't be such a big deal but you being defiant isn't helping your case. Now you have until the count of three to come over here. One..."

Eliza was caught, Nick was right. If she was as mature as she thought, she should just do what he asked to end this as soon as possible. Yet it was so utterly embarassing to even have the threat of being sent to bed early after being spanked. She decided she would give in for tonight and try to appeal to her Mum or Nick to make them see how ridiculous this was in the morning. 

"Two," Nick said, a little more firmly than before. Eliza slowly walked over and stood between Nick's knees with her eyes staring at her feet. Nick held off a smirk, Eliza had fallen into his trap perfectly. "There's a good girl, now drop your towel missy," Nick patronised. Now was the time to ramp up the efforts to humiliate her as she had already given in to him. 

Eliza reluctantly pulled the fold of her towel out and let it fall in a heap at her feet. Although she was still looking down at the floor she could feel Nick's eyes on her, going from her feet up her toned legs to her cute pale stomach. She moved her hands to cover her boobs but she could still feel the cool of the room against every part of her skin reminding her how exposed she was. Nick wasn't necessarily looking at her in a sexual way, rather he was treating the whole situation very matter of factly. He was acting as if Eliza really was incapable of dressing herself and that it was the most normal thing in the world for her to be completely naked in front of him. This attitude somehow only intensified her feelings of being belittled and powerless. 

Nick took his time letting her stand there. Completely exposed to him, letting the embarassment truly sink in. Normally he wouldn't be happy with her covering herself but he thought he would let it slide this time. He picked up the underwear, bent down and held it open at her feet, "ok sweetheart, let's get your new undies on first. Lift your leg for me."

She did as he said, at this point she just wanted something to cover her. She put her left leg through the hole followed by her right and felt the pink leg elastic becoming tighter over her calves as Nick slid them up. She felt his thumbs slide up the outside of her thigh as he gripped the waistband. With a final little tug the underpants were in place. Nick let the thick, elastic waistband snap into place against her curvy hips. She felt ridiculous. The garment was brand new and the soft cotton and elastic was tight against her bottom. She could feel the smooth elastic of the waistband holding onto her. Everything about them was different to what she was used to. The bright colours were 'fun' and clearly marketed toward girls much younger than herself. The wide coverage, and thick seams clearly designed for practicality over discretion.