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Girl from RIO - Part 2 |
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By Nigel McParr
When Charlize walked into the house, her mother Maria Lima was at the stove. Beneath the wash worn soft cotton of her blouse, her unsupported breasts were shaking vigorously as she whisked flour into a pan of pork gravy. Charlize watched her mother for a moment. “I shouldn’t say this, but it’s really a shame Daddy isn’t here to see all that jiggling.” Maria Lima looked up at her daughter and smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment. We both know if your father were here right now I’d be taken upstairs in a New York minute and I would not get dinner on the table.” As Charlize crossed the room to kiss her mother, she noticed the faded blue-white striped ticking pillow conspicuous by its presence on the kitchen stool where her mother sat when she made pies and chopped vegetables. Charlize slipped her arm around her mother’s slender waist and gave her a kiss on her cheek. “I see you have your pillow out. Were you a naughty girl today?” Maria remained silent, but she could not stop the rosy hue spreading across her face. “Mama, tell me the truth. Did you get a spanking?” “You look so nice in that new blouse, Charlize. Now, go upstairs and change. Your father will be home late. He had to go out in this awful weather to see a client. It’s just you and me for dinner.” “I’m sorry I’m late. My car wouldn’t start. I had to get help.” “Not to worry, sweetie. Your father knows and is picking up a new battery. He’ll put it in for you.” “Mama, the pillow, what-” “Let’s just say I forgot to make a very important call to one of your father’s biggest clients. This morning, he reminded me not to do that again.” “O-o-g-h, Mama, I’m sorry.” “Never mind about me. I’m a big girl. There is nothing wrong with an occasional reminder. Your father’s strap does that. Run along and change your clothes. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. ” Charlize hurried upstairs to her bedroom where she took off her skirt and blouse and unhooked her nylons from her garter belt. She looked at herself in the mirror, frowned at the bulges around her bra, and then impulsively reached behind and unhooked her bra. She always wore as bra, even at home, but somehow tonight was different. It felt good to be freed of that thing. She put on jeans, worn bunny slippers, and a loose-fitting flannel shirt. When she came down to the kitchen, she gave her mother a warm hug. “I love you, Mama. You and Daddy keep me in line.” Maria took Charlize by her hips. “And we’ll continue keeping you in line until you’re safely married.” She glanced at her daughter’s lowered bustline. “Look at you, your lovely new bustline. Young men will beat a path to our door.” Charlize looked away. “I-I’m… I’m trying it out …see how it feels.” “Charlize Lima, God gave you a bustline you should be proud of. You look so much better braless, softer, and more feminine.” “I know, Mama. But it’s hard-” “I haven’t worn a bra since your father married me. In this household, he rules. No bras and I’m happy with that. He adores my lowered all natural profile and the way I jiggle – especially when I’m wearing stilettos. Do you know what he calls me in bed?” “Why, no.” “When I’m cuddled in his arms, he nibbles at my ear lobes and calls me Mama Low Rider. Drives me crazy.” “That is so sweet! Daddy loves you.” “Oh, I know, darling. I most certainly do. And I pray you’ll find a young man who feels the same way about you; a man who’ll take charge and spank you when you need it.” Charlize blushed at the prospect of anyone other than her parents spanking her. It was time to mention Carter. “Well, I have met someone at work. He’s very strong in a quiet sort of way. He’s shy and tall, and ever so nice. We eat lunch together. Tonight, he helped me with my car - even followed me home to make sure I made it.” Her mother looked sharply at her. “Charlize, you didn’t-” Charlize shook her head. “Don’t worry, Mama. He has a very good job at the company.” “That’s not what I meant though your father will be glad to hear that.” Charlize sighed. “Mama, I know what you meant. I’m still a virgin.” “So, why didn’t you invite him for dinner? What must he think?” “I did invite him. But, I don’t think he’s ready to meet you and Daddy. He’s pretty shy.” Mrs. Lima set her hands on her hips and looked hard at her daughter. “Did he…is he focusing his attention on you or your bosom?” Charlize got out the dinner plates. “I love you dearly, Mama, but you do lack a certain amount of tact.” ”When it comes to my daughter, I have no tact. So does he like you or your bosom?” “Mama, please! I only know of one time when he looked at my boobs and then just for a second. He’s not like the others. Can I invite him to our New Year’s Eve party?” “I think you should. Your father will want to have a look at this boy. I’m anxious to meet this boy who doesn’t look at my daughter’s fabulous bosom.” “Mama, if he agrees to come, can I wear something really special-” “I’m thinking my red satin dress. It seems I have outgrown another of my favorite dresses. It’s too tight through the bodice, but it should still fit you.” “Mama, I can’t wear that dress! The neckline is too low and my bra straps would show.” “Your bra would show if you wore a bra. It’s time I settled that issue. Your father has turned over the question of your bras to me. Effective New Year’s Eve, like it or not, my daughter will no longer wear a bra.” “Mama, don’t make me do this. What will Carter think?” Charlize blushed beet-red and began to cry. “That’s my decision and it’s final. Your tears will not change my mind.” “O-o-g-h, M-Mama…” “Charlize, look at me. Stop that whining and act like a grownup. It won’t be a problem. Trust me!” “I like Carter - I like him a lot. He’s so unlike the others I’ve dated. He’s a real gentleman. I don’t want to lose him.” You won’t lose him. When he sees you in that red dress all plump and jiggly, you’ll hook him good.” Charlize dabbed away her tears. “Mama, I trust you more than anyone. If you say this is right, I’ll do it.” “It’s so right for you, darling. New Year’s Eve is the proper time for your coming out. ” Charlize looked into the limpid depths of her mother’s eyes and saw love and support. She slowly nodded. “All right, Mama. I’ll be frightened silly, but I will obey you. S-So…what party dress will you wear to the party?” “Something very different, very risqué.” “Does it meet Daddy’s approval?” “Sweetie; your father worked with a dress designer. I had no idea. Its one of a kind, all blue. You’ll just have to see it to believe it. That’s all I’ll say except it cost Daddy a bundle and you’ll have to wait until the party. He wants me to put my girl friends to shame. He also bought me a ruby necklace to go with the new dress. The only thing better than a ruby, Charlize, is a diamond. Your father hasn’t been stingy with those either.” Charlize heaved a sigh. All of a sudden, everything had changed. In truth, she had seen it coming. Her mother had resolved the question of her too-small bras by ordering her to go braless. Her decision was strangely reassuring. Her mother’s underlying love and support buoyed Charlize. She felt a new sense of security that motivated her to hug her mother and burst into tears of relief.
It was snowing on New Year’s Eve. However, the blizzard in no way reduced the number of people who came to the Lima party. None of Juan Lima’s friends, customers, neighbors, and Maria’s circle of girl friends would have missed this annual gathering of good cheer and friendly cleavage competition. While the guests packed into the house and had their first drinks, Charlize and her mother remained upstairs, making last minute adjustments. Dressed in a tuxedo, Juan Lima greeted the arriving guests and showed them to the bar. When Carter Mansfield arrived, Juan greeted him warmly. He asked that they talk later in the library. To Juan’s surprise, Carter seemed to handle the prospect of being grilled with no apparent concern. This impressed Juan who decided his daughter might be onto the right young man. In fact, Carter was not trying to impress Charlize’s father. He was simply preoccupied with Charlize and the prospect of seeing her away from work. He wandered through the first floor ogling the gowned females with their mostly uncovered bosoms. He had to admit it was an impressive group. In an effort to loosen up, he poured himself a glass of Jack Daniels neat and continued to circulate. Several women watched him pass by with more than a little interest. On the second floor, Charlize had put on her mother’s red dress and come into her parents’ bedroom to model for her mother in front of a full-length mirror. Maria rose from the dressing table and moved to the center of the huge bedroom. “How do I look?” she asked with a naughty smile. “Mother!” Charlize gasped as she turned away from the mirror. The first sight of her mother’s designer dress made her light-headed. “Are you really going to wear that?” Maria nodded calmly. “Of course, I’m going to wear it. It’s what your father wants. I won’t deny I love its daring.” She had fastened the ruby necklace, her Christmas gift from Daddy, around her neck and arranged the brilliant carmine stones into the valley of her steep cleavage. “Now sit down here so I can I make up your face.” Maria highlighted her daughter’s natural beauty with a rosy blush, deep cerulean eye shadow, and glistening scarlet lip-gloss. When she was finished, she stood Charlize on her feet, set her hands on her hips, and critically studied her daughter. “Your bust is all wrong.” Mama slid her hand beneath Charlize’s low-scooped neckline. “Hold still while I rearrange these gorgeous boobs. God, I wish mine were that firm. You’re shivering and your nipples are hardening. How delightful. God it brings out the kitten in me, makes me want to play.” “Mama…stop that!” “Charlize, you may be 21, but I don’t need your father’s permission to take you over my knee and spank you even if it is New Years Eve.” “Yes, Mama,” Charlize sighed with resignation while her mother repositioned her erect nipples and balanced her breasts within the tight-fitting bodice. She loosened the narrow straps that held up the bodice, which lowered the neckline and Charlize’s breasts until they were nearly at her waist. When Maria was satisfied, she stood back. Tears filled her eyes. “Charlize, meet my new daughter,” she said softly. Charlize looked into the mirror and was stunned when she saw what her mother had done. Beneath the taut red satin, her sculpted breasts were round and full. Her nipples popped through the satin. The upper half of her bosom and six inches of abundant cleavage were on full display. Looking at herself, Charlize was struck by her beauty. She looked tentatively at her mother. “Mama, I am beautiful! I had no idea. But…I feel like I’m falling out of this dress. If I bend over-” Mama squeezed her daughter’s plump upper arm. “Just don’t bend over, sweetie. I had to learn that, too. I still love that dress…so does your father. I’d wear it again if I could squeeze my big boobs into it.” “Mama…?” “Charlize, trust me. I know best.” “Yes, of course…”
At 8:30, just before the caterer served a buffet dinner, Juan Lima herded the guests into the foyer and announced the belles of the ball, his wife and daughter, were about to join the guests. Giggling like a pair of schoolgirls, Charlize and Maria tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the hall. “Mama, you go first.” “It’s my pleasure to introduce your coming out. As you descend the steps, remember that you, your bustline, and your dress are all gorgeous. Tonight, Charlize, you are the center of the universe; the most beautiful young woman God has ever created.” Maria adjusted her pale blue silk elbow length gloves, gathered up the shimmering folds of her flowing blue skirt, and stepped down the stairs. Charlize trailed a few steps behind. Mother and daughter slowly made their grand entrance down the staircase and into the foyer. Like a shocking blue apparition, Maria Lima floated down the stairs, drawing the collective breath from her guests. She was no longer a housewife. She was transformed, a tall and strikingly beautiful woman with high cheekbones and a kittenish air about her that enhanced her femininity. Her stylist had swept her long raven hair off the sinuous line of her neck and piled it into a glorious chignon on top of her head. While she studied her guests with a patrician’s gaze, the guests could see mischief lurking behind her smile. Juan Lima’s careful planning with the dress designer delighted the guests. There was no neckline. The seamstress had sewn the bodice and sleeves of the gown from electric blue silk so sheer her breasts were in full view. Behind the scrim of silk, her lush breasts rolled and swung, bouncing above and below her waist with each step she took. Juan and his guests could see her entrance was exciting her. Like ripe sugar-laden grapes, her nipples sprouted from the nubby texture of her areoles. A grandmother standing among the guests was reminded of a time when she’d been every bit as big and full. This apparition took her back to when she’d been a wet nurse in bloom. Shod in new four-inch crimson stiletto heels, Charlize nervously followed her mother down the stairs. She wore the same elbow-length gloves as her mother and held up her red satin skirt while she tried to step carefully and hide her nervousness. Being braless for the first time, she could scarcely summon a smile much less match her mother’s glowing radiance. Her mother had taken her to her stylist who washed and combed out her hair and arranged the naturally curly locks across her shoulders. In honor of her coming out, Maria had pinned her great-grandmother’s diamond tiara into Charlize’s ebony strands. The encrusted diamonds caught the light from the chandelier and refracted the rays into a glinting pallet of rainbow hues. Her satin skirt was long and pleated at the waist. The bodice fit perfectly, retaining her bouncing breasts just as Mama had arranged them. Her new bustline rode comfortably immediately above her waistline. Mama had adjusted the neckline much lower than Charlize would have. She felt like her entire bosom was bare. However, she kept reminding herself Mama had worn this gown so why shouldn’t she? Her body motions caused her breasts to move within the straining bodice in ways a bra would not have allowed. Her nervous excitement caused her nipples to pop through the taut satin fabric. It embarrassed her, but on the faces below, she could see her dress and display of boobs and cleavage were well received. The women’s expressions, especially, encouraged her. At that moment for the first time, she began feel comfortable with her dramatically lowered bustline. When she saw Daddy and then Carter smiling broadly at her she knew Mama had been right all along…
For a long moment, the guests were silent. Juan Lima finally broke the stillness with a piercing wolf whistle and applause. The guests joined in, adding their own applause and bravos. Carter was at the front of the crowd, looking proudly up the staircase. He was so mesmerized by the sheer beauty of mother and daughter he realized he was applauding them both. Charlize’s coming out and Mama’s virtually topless gown were the hits of the party. Carter found it impossible to get near Charlize. The women had surrounded mother and daughter to kiss, hug, and compliment them on their provocative and beautiful gowns. When Charlize finally broke free, she glanced around and couldn’t see Carter. With all the women hugging her, her hair was a mess. She went upstairs to an unused bedroom and adjoining bathroom that Mama had set aside for the women to freshen up. When she came out of the bathroom, a tall slender woman with short wavy white-blonde hair, huge blue eyes, and a startling scarlet mouth was standing next to the bed. She wore a simple black gown Charlize was sure cost her a fortune. The woman had an imperious aura about her. She radiated wealth and self-assurance, a woman used to having her own way. There was something about her, something vaguely familiar… “I-I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ve met.” The woman spoke softly with a Rio accent and a thin steely edge to her voice. Her tone sent a shiver down Charlize’s spine. “Darling Charlize, I’m disappointed. You don’t remember me.” Then Charlize remembered. “Omigod, I’m so sorry, Miz Beckerman!” The woman smiled. “Your mother’s best friend. She and I go back to Rio when you were just a baby and your parents were scrambling to start a business. While they worked, I babysat you. I fed you, changed your diapers. You were a naughty little girl, always getting into mischief. At your mother’s insistence, I followed her up here from Rio, but moved away when you were ten. Now I’ve come back and I live here now. I adore your mama. I’ve been seeing a lot of her.” Ms. Beckerman moved closer until she stood directly in front of Charlize. “Look at you. You’ve become a scrumptious young woman, such a succulent morsel.” Ms. Beckerman parted her lips and gazed into Charlize’s eyes. The older woman’s expression was eloquently clear just as it had been years before. Charlize would remain perfectly still. “You already have your mother’s bustline and I dare say you are not finished in that department. How much larger do you suppose they will be in ten years?” Caught in the older woman’s spell, Charlize could only whisper, “I-I don’t know.” When Ms. Beckerman’s fingertips grazed her exposed breasts and cleavage, caressed her nipples, Charlize shivered and was propelled back in time. Miz Beckerman was in full charge now. She must stand perfectly still. Her heart beat faster. She grew light-headed as memories of Rio flooded back in a kaleidoscopic rush; shopping for dresses, restaurant lunches, singing while Miz Beckerman played the piano, and standing at the sofa where Ms. Beckerman would lecture her for being sassy or disobedient before she took her over her lap. Ms. Beckerman’s touch was electric, sending strident currents of pleasure into her breasts, thighs, and nipples. She was helpless to stop this woman and the languorous pressure of her plump lips on Charlize’s mouth. She’d never tasted another woman’s tongue. She knew she’d want to do it again. “You’re an adorable kitten, Charlize. Your mother has every right to be proud. Carter Mansfield is a lucky man.” Ms. Beckerman opened her clutch and took out a card. “But there’s more. There’s so much more. I want you to call me.” “Y-Yes, M-Ma’am,” Charlize whispered to Miz Beckerman’s low cut back as she left the bedroom. Her coming out was turning out to be not at all what she had expected. While Charlize was upstairs, Juan Lima took Carter into his private study. He closed the sliding doors and asked Carter to have a seat in one of the forest green wingback leather chairs. Over Cuban cigars and snifters of very old French brandy, Carter relaxed and discovered he liked Charlize’s father. Juan asked Carter what he did for his company. Carter explained his role in market research, consumer studies and the like. He discovered Charlize’s father was in a related business. He wished he could be with Charlize, but Mr. Lima wanted to talk business. “I want to thank you, Carter, for helping my daughter with her car. That was a knightly thing to do. I’ve since put in a new battery.” Carter looked intently at Daddy. “Well, Mr. Lima, I would never have not helped her. If nothing else, I’d have driven her home. She’s a wonderful girl, sir, and a great asset to our department. I was taught it’s always better to be safe than sorry. In the wintertime, I always keep a set of jumper cables in my car along with a bag of sand and a shovel. Never know when you might need them. I was sure glad I had those cables when Charlize’s battery died.” Juan stood up and clapped Carter hard on the back. “Son, I think you and I are going to get along just fine.” When Juan and Carter emerged from the study, the party had settled down to await midnight. Charlize and Carter hadn’t had a chance to say ten words to each other all night. Their futile attempts at hand holding were not lost on Maria. At midnight while the clock struck 12, horns blew, and the guests embraced the New Year, Maria hustled Charlize into the kitchen. “That boy of yours is infatuated with you. While he’s clearly intoxicated with your bosom, it’s far more than that. He’s in love with you. Your father has given him the thumbs up. Happy New Year, sweetie!” When Carter was making his way to the front door, he and Charlize walked under the mistletoe. Charlize stopped him. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips and waited. Carter looked up at the mistletoe and gave her a tentative kiss. “Not like that, Carter,” Juan Lima shouted. “Give her a real kiss, son.” Carter took Charlize in his arms and kissed her long and hard to the cheers of the departing guests. He could feel his heart pounding with excitement. “That should hold you until I see you again,” he whispered.
On the first workday of the New Year, Charlize dutifully followed her mother’s mandate. She wore heels, a tailored navy skirt, and a pale blue loose-fitting cashmere sweater. She did not wear a bra. Seeing her braless pleased most co-workers and raised a few eyebrows. For the most part, the women silently applauded her. Carter couldn’t keep his eyes or his mind off her. He was beside himself, wanted to thank her, but he didn’t dare for fear of scaring her off. He made even more of a point of keeping his eyes on her face – not her fabulous jiggling breasts. He caught up with her at lunch. “Charlize, I had a super time at the party. Your parents are so cool. “Well, they liked you too. I think you scored big time with my father.” “I’m taking you to an early music consortium. The music is different, but I think you’ll like it. It’ll broaden your musical horizons.” Charlize looked longingly into Carter’s eyes and felt herself melting away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Carter, but if you think I should go, of course I will.” Charlize dressed warmly for the winter concert in one of her mother’s brightly colored thick woolen sweaters, a new pair of indigo jeans she bought special to show off her bottom, and calf high rawhide boots. She caught Carter trying to see her breasts through her sweater and camisole. He boldly ran his palm over her denim-clad backside, which he’d never done before. It sent shivers through her and he knew it. She wondered if her parents might have suggested to Carter that he carry on their tradition of spanking. She wasn’t concerned. She assumed it would happen when it was supposed to. Awash in the hauntingly beautiful intricate and dissonant harmonies at the concert, Charlize realized she was in love. She would submit to Carter Mansfield just as her mother had surrendered to her father. She thought of the imperial Ms. Beckerman and her commanding air, her scent, her lingering kisses, her unabashed fondling. Unplanned delights to be savored again and again. She had no idea what the future might hold. Did Mama ever…? Did she know…? She’d have to ask her and eventually of course, she’d confess to Carter. But not now, not just yet. She eagerly allowed her naughty thoughts to run, fueling her desire and making her wet and shivery. After the concert, Carter took her to a downtown pub. The late hour, the brandy old fashioneds, the memories of the music, made her languorous and sleepy. She felt herself drifting away on a sea of trust, love, and pleasures to come. She leaned to him and brushed his lips with her finger. He smiled back at her. “I’m not letting you go,” she whispered. “Don’t even think of another girl.” “Charlize, to tell you the truth, until I met you I rarely dated.” “If I could, I’d keep you in my purse.” He laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Carter. You’re very good looking, the perfect gentleman, strong-minded, and Mama and Daddy adore you. So what do you have to say about me? It better be good.” “Geez, Charlize, where do I start? You’re smart. You’re drop dead gorgeous. You’re sweet and caring. You could date any single guy in the company. Why me?’ “Because you’re you, Carter. You’re much more like Daddy than you know. By the way,” she said blushing, “you haven’t said one word about my coming out…my new…oh, you know what I mean.” Carter smiled awkwardly. “I love it. It’s a dream come true.” “Carter, you have no idea what that means to me. I just didn’t know how you might react. My mother’s been after me-” “I was afraid to say any thing that might make you’d flee.” “Oh, Carter, you are sweet. You are making my transition to braless so much easier. Honestly, though, I cannot take credit. It was my mother’s idea – sort of a direct order actually. I’m learning to like it.” “What would she do if you didn’t obey?” he asked with a grin. “I think you already know. She’d have marched me up her bedroom and pulled down my panties…” “And spanked the daylights out of your beautiful bottom.” Charlize lowered her eyes and nodded. I’m 21, Carter,” she whispered. “My mom still spanks me. I’m so embarrassed.” “You might as well get used it, darling. It is not going to change. Did you know your mom encouraged me to continue your spankings?” Charlize stared at Carter as the realization she was now following in her mother’s foot steps washed over her. She had a vision of her mother’s striped pillow ticking. She smiled at Carter. “I’ll have to find a pillow,” she murmured. Carter listened and nodded his approval. “I want it to be just like the one Mama uses after Daddy spanks her.” Her voice went lower so that Carter had to lean to her. “At the New Year’s Eve party, Mama was watching you. She said you couldn’t keep your eyes off me or my bosom.” “Charlize,…darling, I won’t deny it. I’m infatuated. I want every inch of you under my thumb. When you meet my mother, don’t you dare tell her that!” Charlize laughed, took his hand, and kissed it. “I promise, darling. From now on, you’re the boss. Are you okay with us getting out of here?” “Sure,” he said, pulling on his jacket. “I’ll take you home.” “Truth be told, Sir Lancelot, your Guinevere has been having impure thoughts. She needs a good spanking before you put her to bed. Please carry me off to your castle and do what must be done.” “Off you go, fair Guinevere.” Lancelot’s hand was planted firmly on Guinevere’s denim-clad bottom as he escorted her out of the pub and into the snowy night.
- Continued in Part Three -
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