Chelsea Must Clean Naked!

"Now, why don't you clean this place up?" Chelsea's mom Janet commanded. "It's a mess!"

"But... but..." Chelsea stammered.

She looked down at her naked body, barely covered by her tiny hands. Surely her mom couldn't be serious!! Clean the house... naked?

"You heard me!" Her mother barked. "Hop to it!"

To emphasize her point, Janet gave Chelsea a firm smack on her bare butt. Chelsea squealed, stumbling forward off balance. Mortified, she began shuffling off towards the kitchen where the cleaning supplies were.

I watched totally stunned. I knew Chelsea's mom was strict, and a little crazy, but this was way more than I ever expected. Not that I was complaining: Janet was playing exactly into what I wanted!

She seemed to remember I was here as Janet sat on the couch near me.

"Sorry about all this." Janet apologized. For whatever reason, she'd always really liked me. "Chelsea just needs to learn a lesson. I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all!" I said honestly.