As I toweled off, my cock was still throbbing. The experience of standing naked in front of my housemates hadn’t dampened my physical enthusiasm. I heard a buzzing and picked up my cell phone from the bedside. A text had come in from Tatiana: “Hope the girls are keeping you on your best behavior.”
I felt both chagrined but also intrigued. Did Tatiana know what was going on? Had she possibly asked her friends to embarrass me? My cock continued throbbing.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. Finally I texted: “Yes. Cheryl definitely runs a tight ship.”
A moment later, she texted back: “I recommend following all orders. I want a good report when I arrive there tomorrow.”
I had a brief thought of writing something like: “You’ll be in trouble when you get here.” But I didn’t. Instead, I wrote: “Roger that.”
I set the phone down and got dressed. Then I opened the bedroom door and walked back to the kitchen. Cheryl and Norah were cooking dinner. Tofu and vegetables. Cheryl was wearing capri pants. Norah was in a short skirt, a little shorter than last night’s. “Nice outfit,” Cheryl said cheerfully, eyeing my button-down shirt and shorts. “Though I liked the earlier one, too,” she chortled, spurring a burst of giggling from Norah.
It was a candlelit dinner. Three place settings. A fourth chair unoccupied, waiting for Tatiana’s arrival.
“So,” I said at one point, “Tatiana’s on schedule to arrive tomorrow.” Then I added, hesitantly: “Were either of you in touch with her today, by any chance?”
“Yeah, just before you took a shower,” Norah said. Then she gave an uncertain look at Cheryl, who looked back sternly.
“I didn’t authorize you to tell him that,” Cheryl said, as Norah blushed and looked down at her plate.
Cheryl looked at me. “But yes, Frank, since you’re asking. Tatiana’s well-informed and highly enthusiastic about how things are run in this household.”
“So she knew about you stealing my clothes?” I asked. Mercifully, the table concealed the growing bulge in my pants.
“Of course,” Cheryl laughed. “You don’t think we’d do that without her permission. Anyway, she’ll be here by 9 tomorrow, and she’s up for having a CFNM brunch if you are.”
“CFNM?” I said slowly. I’d heard the term, Clothed Female, Naked Male. Were they serious about this? Given everything that had happened, I had no reason to think they weren’t.
Cheryl and Norah looked at me, as if waiting for an answer. I wasn’t quite ready to say yes, though the idea was turning me on. And they had already seen me naked, albeit briefly.
“Not purely CFNM,” Cheryl said. “Norah will get naked on command as well.”
I looked over at Norah, who smiled and raised her eyebrows before turning back to her meal. We ate in silence for a while. If seeing Norah nude was an incentive for me to want to disrobe, it was working.
After dinner, we drank wine, and I did the dishes. Then we watched another movie. This was something Cheryl had selected. An old film involving a guy and a girl doing a circus knife-throwing act. In this routine, the girl, in a scanty little outfit, would get strapped to a spinning wheel while the guy threw knives at her, blindfolded. “That’s not happening tomorrow, is it?” I quipped, and the girls laughed.
That night, I lay in my bed naked, trying hard to not touch my erect cock. For the most part, there was only silence from the next room. Then around midnight, I heard a moan, which I thought was from Norah. I grabbed my cock and jacked off desperately, coming into a tissue with a groan.
I woke up around 7:30 the next morning and put on some sweatpants and a T-shirt to go to the kitchen. It occurred to me that within a few hours I might not be wearing clothing. The ladies were still asleep, as far as I could tell.
I had some oatmeal and coffee, while reading my phone. No new texts from Tatiana.
A little after 8, Cheryl walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a T-shirt as a little dress. I got a glimpse of pink panties as she reached to grab some tea bags from a shelf. She started a pot of water. “Tatiana will be here soon,” she said. “You ready to go CFNM before she walks in?”
“I didn’t agree to CFNM at all,” I replied, grumpily. I was feeling a little rebellious, though my acceptance of Cheryl’s authority had been growing. And I wasn’t sure who’d be the highest-ranking woman in the household once Tatiana showed up. Cheryl’s name was on the lease. Yet, if the two of them were to give me contradictory orders, I’d have to go with what Tatiana had ordered me to do. I felt surprise at realizing that I was thinking in such terms. I’d always felt Tatiana had an assertive streak, and I knew I could be submissive sometimes, but I hadn’t realized how ready I was for her to take charge, especially with our two friends helping her out.
“If you don’t want to, don’t,” said Cheryl with a shrug. “But you should know, the safeword in this house is ‘whiskey.'” She paused, pouring some tea. “A manly drink, whiskey, which by the way you’re not allowed to have while you’re here.”
There was a knock on the door. “I’ll get it,” I said eagerly. I rose and opened the front door. Tatiana was standing there. She was wearing a pinstriped above-the-knee skirt and a spaghetti-strap top. She was looking like what she was, a businesswoman who’d not yet changed into her vacation outfit. She gave me a kiss on the lips, and I stepped aside to let her in. She kissed Cheryl on the cheek. It was a long kiss that made me wonder if they’d ever been intimate.
Norah walked in, wearing a bikini bottom and T-shirt. Tatiana gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then, to my surprise, my girlfriend turned Norah sideways and gave her a smack on the butt. “Have you been following Cheryl’s rules?” Tatiana asked, in a businesslike tone.
“Yes, ma’am,” Norah answered, smiling. She rubbed her butt for a moment as she turned to make herself some breakfast.
“Good,” said Tatiana. Then she turned to me. “Taking your clothing off?” she asked. Her tone had a twinge of impatience, but also sounded as if it were a casual thing under discussion, like whether I wanted more coffee.
“If you want,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Cheryl and Norah smiled, while Tatiana kept a straight face. “In fact, I do want that, and so do they,” she replied, ending with a slight smile.
I took off my shirt, then my shorts. As I pulled off my briefs, my cock rose and waved in the air. This time, there seemed no point in covering it with my hands. I stood there naked, as they all looked me over.
“Isn’t Norah getting undressed too?” I asked shyly.
“Not yet,” Cheryl said. “This is really your moment to shine.”
Well, brunch was delicious, with lots of fresh fruit and some vegan French toast. I never forgot I was naked, but I was getting more and more comfortable with the situation. As we finished up, Tatiana asked: “Cheryl, has Frank been doing the dishes properly this weekend.”
“Adequately, is how I’d put it,” Cheryl replied. Then after a pause: “Just barely adequately.”
“Well, now that he’s all bare, I’m sure we can incentivize him further,” Tatiana said. “Norah, fetch me a wooden spoon.” Norah did that promptly, and Tatiana gestured with the implement toward the kitchen island. “Frank, you may bend over right there. Don’t be slow about it.”
I stood up and stepped over to the island, then bent over a part of the counter that had been left clear. Apparently, someone–maybe all of them–had kept that space ready for me.
As I bent over, my cock throbbed against the wooden side of the island, Cheryl and Norah stood on either side of me. Each of them then gently pulled one of my wrists back and held it there behind the small of my back. Then Tatiana stepped forward and gave me a good whack on the ass with the spoon. Then another. And another.
She then shifted to giving a few light taps with the spoon as she spoke to me. “And you have no business asking for Norah to be undressed,” Tatiana said. “That’s Cheryl’s decision.” The harder smacks resumed for a while. Maybe a dozen loud whacks. They stung, but honestly, I loved it.
Then there was some more light tapping as Tatiana spoke again. “There was that time we had Norah staked on the beach at twilight, totally naked. Not many people around at that hour, though there’s always the chance you’ll be seen. That was fun.”
Norah giggled, and I heard a smack that didn’t land on my butt. It was apparently Cheryl reaching over to give her girlfriend a smack on the bikini bottom. Then, as I saw out of the corner of my eye, Tatiana reached the spoon over and smacked Norah’s bottom with it.
“You too, Cheryl,” Tatiana said sternly. I looked over my other shoulder and saw my girlfriend laying the spoon down on Cheryl’s panty-clad butt, after lifting the long T-shirt. That seemed to answer the question of who was in charge around here. Tatiana then brought the spoon down for a solid smack on my naked ass. “Yes, we’ll bring the stakes to the beach,” she said. “Frank will look good spreadeagled on the beach with his cock in the air.”
The thought of that was mortifying. But with my cock pressing even harder against the kitchen island, I was in no mood to argue.
Most of the day at the beach was pretty normal. We all wore swimsuits. We set up three beach chairs and a long, reclining deck chair under a tent covering with open sides. We went in and out of the ocean, ate a packed lunch in the late afternoon and by early evening the beach was not too populated: just a few clusters of people in the distance and occasional passersby in our area. Still, it wasn’t entirely empty, and I was beginning to wonder if Tatiana really intended to follow through on her stated plans.