She destroyed his clothing, he’ll destroy hers, then take things as they cum…

Bryce smiled. “But first, be a dear and clean the table,” he said, intonation and words the same as those which Brenda used when instructing him to complete some chore.

At the reminder of their usual position, she flushed a brilliant red, but she bent her head and rose to clear the table. Bryce rose and took position between Brenda and the sink. As she passed, he reached out and ripped the ruffled front from her black sweater, leaving her tighter white undershirt revealed, along with her slim waist. She shrieked and dropped a dish. Though either of them could have caught it easily, neither did. “Oops.” Brenda said throatily.

“Indeed. I’ll have to think of some way to punish you for your clumsiness, after you finish cleaning the table.” Bryce agreed.

Brenda nodded and continued on her way to the sink. On her way back, his hand caught the right side of her skirt and ripped it to the knee. She returned, bearing a single glass and the other side of her skirt received the same treatment. On her way back to the table, he snatched her belt from around her waist, though it was still tight enough to stay up. On the next trip he ripped a patch from her undershirt, revealing a hard nipple and an expanse of soft white flesh. The other breast was revealed on her return. She was taking only a single dish each time to prolong this game and Bryce obliged her, turning her modest skirt into one with slits at the sides to the hips and in the front and back to the knees and ripped holes revealing a bare cunt and a tight, twitching asshole (as she had neglected to wear panties, or a bra). Her white undershirt had been modified the least, only ripped to reveal her magnificent tits. Her black sweater had been turned into something that covered her back and had a single band under her breasts to provide some support.

Finally the table was clear and she was dressed in a lewd mockery of her outfit, one better suited for a whorehouse than church. Bryce smiled, his cock hard as a rock throughout the experience.

“That was for ruining my pants,” Bryce explained, smiling at her.

Brenda nodded, eyes downcast, in what might have been viewed as womanly submission in an earlier age, but for the fact that she was staring directly at his cock. “Thank you for punishing me. But I see I’ve made you hard, I should help you take care of that, like the good housewife you’ve got me dressed up as, shouldn’t I?” She asked, hands on her hips, framing her cunt in a manner that made it quite clear what she intended.