Amy's Merciless Panty Tease Pt. 03

The past few weeks of my new arrangement with Paul had flown by.

In all my twenty-seven years, I had never felt more strong, attractive, empowered and had my every whim met with eager enthusiasm. All with the added bonus of teaching my stepson a thing or two about responsibility and discipline.

Saturday sun burst through the living room window and over the recliner I had sprawled myself across for the afternoon. I could hear the roar of the vacuum cleaner from the hall where Paul was attentively finishing his weekly chores, oblivious to the surprise that was on its way.

He'd become far more diligent ever since I'd caught him snooping through my underwear draw but I suppose embarrassment will do that to someone his age... He might be nearly finished with high school but that didn't make him a man in my eyes just yet. Seeing his tall lanky body chase after me had been fabulous.

I guess I could've had a simple, stern word with him or made sure to handle the laundry myself?

No, the passion he felt for what he found in there, the fear he had of being caught... It was too wonderful an opportunity to pass up.

Anything I wished for was now a scribble away on the list of Paul's duties, stuck to the replacement for my underwear draw -- a shiny metal locker securely tucked under the bed. I looked forward to visiting it each evening to lock away whichever delicate undergarments I'd worn especially for him that day.

I could feel sunshine kissing the skin of my backside, generously exposed from beneath the checked, pleated skirt I'd worn all morning.

Saturdays were the one time each week Paul and I would have the house to ourselves and I wanted to make them special for him.

I suspected he had a soft spot for my cuter, girlier outfits so I'd planned this one all week. My jet-black pigtails with fuzzy hair ties fell parallel to my cherry glossed lips, complete with button-down white top and schoolgirl style skirt. Rosy blush bordering my face, and because I thought they might be visible... A touch too for each cheek down below. I felt wicked feeling my makeup brush on my behind knowing the impact it was bound to have.

Underneath, the baby blue thong I'd selected had now tantalisingly disappeared between my cheeks. Paul had enjoyed an eyeful already this afternoon, but he hadn't appreciated his full treat just yet.

The piece de resistance were my new frilled white socks sat pulled above my ankles just shy of the anklet holding the key to our locker.

Unable to find the right size at first, I'd finally found them online a couple of weeks ago. The excitement had me wearing them every day for a week which meant Paul was expected to wash them each night and wake early in the mornings to dry them for me.

I was met with glorious little bags under his eyes that week, hung like miniature meddles of servitude. He made sure to get that particular job done in the bathroom sink to avoid any suspicion from his father with too much time in the laundry.

I was so impressed with him by the end of the week I couldn't help but thank him in a subtle but genuine show of affection.

Just before we were all heading off to bed that Sunday, I waited for his father to leave the kitchen before whispering a loving thankyou in his ear and placing a long gentle kiss on his lips.

It had been a rarely innocent moment of warmth between us, melting away the lust I had been fanning and any resentment he might be harbouring, given his new workload. He looked so chuffed when I lowered myself back down from my tippy toes, leaving him to bask in the wake of our second of tenderness.

That night his father Stephen and I had some of the best sex we'd ever had... Could Pauly know the effect he was having on my love making?

Suddenly I heard the roar in the next room disappear followed by the rattle of the vacuum dragging towards it's cupboard.

"Not just yet buddy, there's a bit more to do in here please," I smirked stretching my legs across the recliner, fixing my skirt at the front while leaving it upturned at the back.

After a moment I heard the rattle resume, getting louder as it approached. Paul's bashful face poked around the corner, his blue eyes searching frustratedly through curly, mousy brown hair for direction and finding none.

"Everything's all done Amy, I'm gonna wash up and then head out for the rest of the afternoon."

I shot a firm look of judgment his way, eyebrows raised. He might've had plenty of alone time with my undergarments while finishing the laundry but that didn't mean he was off the hook. Perhaps I'd have to make sure a treat like that would be the last thing on his agenda from now on.

"Pauly, Georgia's coming over to pick up the dress I'm lending her for the weekend soon. I think it would be nice to have the rug looking spick and span when she arrives." I gestured at the intricately colored tapestry behind me in the center of the room.

"Can't wait for my work bestie to meet my home bestie! If it helps you might get a nice view from back there..." I teased, a wink in my tone.

My ulterior motive was keeping him busy in the hope that Georgia would arrive while he was still catering to my whims. I had kept her in the loop with every juicy development in my household. The two of us giddily indulged in every ounce of effort Paul had put in for me while concocting new ways of making him squirm.

I peered down at my phone to see if she had messaged, while blocking out the sound of Paul begrudgingly dragging himself past me and turning the vacuum back on.

Feeling his gaze from behind, I rested my right hand on my hip, framing my exposed behind, the perfect muse for his effort.

It felt nice to be less subtle around him, a pleasure for both of us. My skirt served like a velvet rope in front of a painting. Tangibly small but symbolically powerful. Nothing past this point, I thought to myself.

I traced the crease below my right cheek with my middle finger, not wanting him to finish up too quickly. My lucky guy.

The sound of movement had stopped but the whirring noise continued lifelessly... I turned around to see his thousand-yard stare transfixed in my direction.

Smirking, I clicked my fingers toward him, snapping him out of his distracted daze. He fumbled at the off button delivering a moment of silence before I broke it again.

"I'm wearing the baby blue thong today Pauly. The one with the white bow on the front." I smiled, my eyes narrowing as he gulped. "There see now you don't have to wonder anymore, and you won't be so distracted!" I chirped.

Not wanting to give in to my taunts, his stare darted away as I scanned down for any sign of excitement between his legs. Was that a little bulge? I loved seeing my effect on him, not knowing if I wanted to grab it or take it away from him somehow.

A soft giggle fell from my mouth.

"You know Pauly, your eyes almost match my panties today... That's a bit cute don't you think?"

He nodded upwards in embarrassed acknowledgment, making me grin further.

"I think I even have a G-String that matches your cheeks when you blush... Might be fitting for me to change into that one don't you think!"

Paul leant over unplugging the chord to buy some time before having to respond. A buzz from my phone breaking the awkward beat between us.

"It's Georgia, looks like she's still a while away bud."

Damn, I'd have to keep him occupied some other way. I had plenty of alluring incentives left in my arsenal but he'd never admit to being interested if I was too overt. He needed something for appearances.

"Tell you what Pauly, Georgia and I might have a drink in the kitchen when she gets here, it would be nice to have everything sparkling in there too. If you wipe down the counters and floors you can borrow the car for the rest of the day. You might even get a special treat in your bedroom again..." He exhaled exasperatingly, looking up at the ceiling.

"Alright, I'll need wheels one way or another so if that's what it takes Lamey."

I grinned to myself, looking down at the silver key on my ankle shimmering in the sunlight, Paul's lumbering movement in the corner of my eye.

I bent my leg, moving my ankle closer. If I closed one eye, I could see the glimmering key in the foreground and the display of its power, out of focus behind it. After checking he wasn't looking, I slid my hand under my skirt for a quick moment, giving in to the heat I felt wielding my power so effortlessly.

*****

My hands shivered through the cold sensation of dirty grey water dripping down my skin as I rung out the sponge for the first time. Nearly an hour had passed since Amy had me start on the kitchen and my patience was wearing thin. I adjusted my knees, now hurting as they dug into the corner of the kitchen tiles.

I'd cleaned the countertops and nearly started on the floor before she kicked me out again to start making drinks. Wasn't it enough that I'd finished everything on my list? I could swear sometimes it was like she was slowing me down on purpose.

The past few weeks had been hard work but as much as I hate to admit it, she knew how to keep me going, especially on Saturdays. Somehow, she managed to look better and better, today's outfit being particularly difficult to ignore.

It'd been exactly seven days since I'd seen Amy so bare like that. Last week, she broke out a pair of denim shorts that sat so high, the white pockets sticking out from underneath were longer than the pant legs she'd tucked up her pert, tanned blushing ass. How was it always so perfectly rosy like that?

I suppose another fifteen minutes down here wasn't a huge price to pay if it meant one more glimpse up her miniscule, checked skirt. God, she looked good today. When I saw a black bra poking out from underneath her white top this morning, I wondered if she was wearing panties to match.

Instead of keeping me guessing this time she just came right out and told me. The light blue thong... I thought that might've been one of the missing pairs when I was doing the laundry.

I should've known after hand washing every teensy thread of her beautiful underwear week after week.

"Don't you think my pussy deserves the best?"

I could still picture the words tumbling out of her gorgeous round face.

What did she expect me to do when she said things like that to me? I didn't want to show any weakness but she knew it was there. Now she was offering 'a special treat' in the bedroom.

I knew what that meant. That little blue strip of material would be mine by the end of the day.

My eyes rolled whenever she'd tease me with anything like that, keeping her from thinking she had any real pull over me. Besides she thought I was just doing this for the car later anyway.

I heard a distant knock from the other end of the house. It must be that friend of hers...

I looked down at the dirty dripping mess around me. Amy had done this intentionally. If I ran upstairs, she'd only call me back down again.

"G-money you made it!"

Amy's voice whooshed out the front door and echoed back to me in the kitchen. I hadn't met Georgia before, but my guess was she'd be every bit as attractive as Amy. Girls did that for some reason, mixed with their own kind.

I heard an unfamiliar voice respond with a high-pitched tone of excitement and gratitude. She must've seen the dress Amy mentioned.

Hard clacking of heels down the wooden floorboards reverberated through the floor beneath me as I scrubbed. Definitely not the sound of Amy, still in those white frilly socks I had to wash everyday a few weeks ago.

The only thing that got me through that was the hope of repeating the day they arrived, when she had me put them on her feet for her. Not to mention that perfect kiss at the end of the week...

"Oh wow this must be Pauly!"

I glanced up at the fresh presence in the room.

Georgia stood slightly taller than Amy, her figure somewhat curvier to match, accentuated by her understated but figure-hugging cream woollen dress. Shoulder length brunette hair lay over her tanned skin, equally dark but not as natural. Maybe she had to work a little harder to look as good as Amy but she had certainly managed.

"Aww he really is the cutest... You didn't tell me he'd be knee deep in suds for me!"

I quivered at the sound of her excited taunts, her green eyes lighting up with thrill. Amy stood arms folded, leaning against the door frame smugly.

"Has Lamey been working you hard all morning Paul? Look you missed a spot."

She pressed the toe of her light brown ankle boot into a small dead leaf that must've blown in from outside, a crunch sprouting from under the rounded toe of her boot.

Lamey? How did she know about that nickname? What else had Amy told her... I could feel my pulse speeding up, blood rushing to my face. Amy rocked forward off the door frame.

"I'm sorry it's such a mess in here Georgia, I was hoping Pauly would have everything done for you by now. Why don't you say hello to our guest buddy?"

I exhaled slowly calming myself as I leant back, still kneeling.

"Hi Georgia... Nice to ah... Nice to meet you."

My words stuttering out like gears grinding on a stick shift. Palms pressed together she clapped her fingers delightedly.

"He's absolutely adorable Amy, you weren't lying... He reminds me of my younger brother, maybe I should have a similar arrangement with him?" Georgia pondered.

"You must Georgia," Amy whispered but loudly. "It's been simply fabulous."

Georgia turned to look back at me again.

"Quick get a photo of the two of us together while he's on his hands and knees, the girls at work will love this."

Shakenly I looked up at Amy for defence only to witness her excitedly take the phone Georgia was handing her.

"How about this?" Georgia questioned while leaning down next to me and throwing up a peace sign with her left hand. Amy tilted backward squinting to assess the scene before her.

"No we can do better. Pauly get the sponge out again and make it look like you're still scrubbing."

I paused in objection, feigning confusion.

"Now please, or there'll be no car for the afternoon or treat later on..."

Scratching the back of my head awkwardly I finally indulged Amy's request and kneeled back down again. Georgia leapt closer as soon as I was down.

"That's perfect Pauly, how does this look Amy?"

Suddenly I felt a pressing sensation between my shoulder blades. After catching my breath from the jolt, I turned upward only to see Georgia's voluptuous leg towering over me, her right foot pushing downward into my spine. The silver zip of her ankle boot gleaming as brightly as the wicked grin on her face.

"Loving it Georgia!" Amy encouraged, taking a step back. "Wait I can't quite see the sponge."

I felt the pressure on my back intensify before hearing a firmer tone from above.

"Lower." Georgia commanded.

I was pressed against the wet tiles beneath me, feeling water soaking into my clothes as I heard a click from the phone in Amy's hand. I turned my head to see Georgia's left boot placed sturdily next to my face. I had never felt smaller in my life.

"Oh my god Georgia, come and see, you look so good," Amy beckoned from across the kitchen.

I felt Georgia transfer all her weight to her right leg giving me one last dose of discomfort before continuing to the other side of the room. Her mouth opening with delight at the sight of her souvenir.

"You look super cute in this Pauly! Amy said you'd be a gracious host for me."

I kept silent, scanning her figure outlined by her white dress, finishing a few inches above her knees. Amy grinned at me while Georgia's eyes were still distracted by the screen in front of her.

"Oh no Georgia, now you've got soap on your boot... Don't worry we've got Kleenex in the living room, Paul can clean that up for you. Come on buddy."

Georgia swiftly turned to leave the room, three dark outlines just visible at her waist. I'll bet she'd have panties every bit as tiny as Amy's.

I hauled myself upward, down the hall and into the living room, bringing a dark cloud of degraded defeat with me. Would this be worth it? For what, one more kiss on the lips?

Admittedly an amazing moment at first, finally feeling a taste of what I'd always wanted... but the sound of moans from her room that night haunted me.

And what if anyone found out she'd caught me snooping through her underwear, I reminded myself...

"Quickly bud, Georgia needs to head off soon."

Amy's hand clenching a tissue as she stood expectantly next to the coffee table that Georgia had placed herself on, legs crossed and leaning back smugly. The fruity looking drinks Amy prepared earlier next to them.

Georgia dangled her foot side to side and gestured at the floor below.

"Never know what you might see from down there Pauly," she teased. "You might even get a... What do you call it Amy? A special little look?"

"Peek," Amy sniggered staring through me.

"Haha yes! You might get a special little peek from down there Pauly, no butterfly embroidered panties for me today though I'm afraid..." Georgia scanned my red-hot face, eagerly awaiting the fallout of her baiting.

She knew. Amy had told her everything, I felt mortified.

Without wanting to acknowledge the tension in the room I grabbed the tissue from Amy's hand and kneeled before Georgia.

She raised her foot pointing the toes of her boot toward the ceiling.

Shakenly, I pressed the tissue up to her sole, wiping away the dirty water from the kitchen, her devilish eyes glaring down at me.

"Is it true you know every pair of Amy's panties like the back of your hand?" Both women giggled mockingly. I kept my head down, focusing on the smooth thighs crossed in front of me.

"He's just a bit shy, look I'll show you Georgia," Amy said sitting down beside her.

"Paul I'd like you to pick out which pair I should wear to work on Monday. I think I'll have the tight, white seamless pants on that day."

Amy's right leg extended, her perfect little foot next to Georgia's still wrapped up in the white frilly sock I knew all too well. I peeled my eyes away from the key at her ankle, glistening into my soul.

"There's really only one answer and if you get it right you can forget about the kitchen for today and go upstairs to grab them for me. I haven't worn them in a while so they'll be locked up under the bed. There's a bit of a clue..."

My brain was a haze of embarrassment and confusion. Trembling hands on autopilot made circular motions at the bottom of Georgia's boot. Distracted I slipped upward scuffing leather up the side.

"Hey carful now, these aren't supposed to get wet," Georgia scolded.

A sharp pain in my chest knocked me out of my haze.

She'd kicked me... Light enough to be almost playful but hard enough to hurt. Amy's face lit up, while Georgia leant forward.

"It's ok buddy, I forgive you. Answer Amy's question now." She ordered returning her foot below my face.

I trawled my head for a response unable to picture anything other than the pair Amy had handed me that wonderful day in the laundry. The dark material still warm from cupping the perfect pair of lips between her legs moments earlier.

"The um.. Navy? Navy blue?" I offered hopefully.

After a pause they both shared a glance at each other before erupting in giggles.

"Aww Pauly no, I don't think a dark thong under sheer white pants would be very appropriate work attire, do you?" Amy mocked. "Come on then you can have one more guess."

It had something to do with the color... She didn't want things visible like Georgia today. Just say anything. It didn't matter If it was wrong, I could just finish the kitchen. Amy's petite foot inches from my face was causing blood to pump right between my legs. Picturing the white tip toenails she had made me do for her a week ago, I was ready to pop.