I was still trying to put the pieces together when there was a knock at my door.
"Come in," I said, and it opened. Mom and Mrs. Reynolds came in. I popped to my feet and came to attention again for Mrs. Reynolds. This was going to be a hard habit to break, I thought. I had been taught submissive obedience under circumstances that guaranteed I would remain so a long time.
"Samantha," Mom said, "Mrs. Reynolds has been telling me what a nice young lady you are and how much she enjoys your company."
I blushed deeply. That was plainly a load of crap that Mrs. Reynolds had handed my mother, but it still made me go all fuzzy inside. Praise was something I rarely heard.
My mother continued, "She would like to invite you to stay with her over the weekend. You have my permission to go, if you want to. I have a chance to work some overtime and the extra money will certainly help us out. Not having to worry about you being unsupervised would be a great load off my mind. Would you like to spend the weekend at Mrs. Reynolds' house?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, eagerly. I was looking at my mother, but Mrs. Reynolds knew I was talking to her. I was suddenly so happy I could not keep still. I broke my position of attention and started wiggling. My big bra waved one way and then the other as I twisted back and forth.
Mrs. Reynolds looked past me at the pile of too-small clothes I had pulled out of the closet. She said to my mother, "I'd also like to take her shopping, if you wouldn't mind. I think she is having a growth spurt and she needs some new clothes. I'd love to buy her a new wardrobe. There are some darling things I would like to see her in."
Hearing that the woman who wore more beautiful clothes in a day than I was ever likely to own in my life wanted to buy me a new wardrobe was the best news I had heard since I was five and Mom woke me up on Christmas morning to tell me that Santa Claus had come and left me a room full of presents. I started bouncing with joy, just like I was a little girl again.
Mrs. Reynolds whipped her head around and gave me an imperial look that froze me in mid-leap. "Stop!" she said sharply, but in a normal tone of voice.
The words "No jumping. No violent exercise," echoed in my head. I had disobeyed. My body knew the penalty for disobedience. I nearly wet myself. The memory of the cold steel blades of the shears biting into my skin jumped into my mind and burned with a cold fire. My nipples wrinkled up so quick I thought my breasts were trying to crawl out of my bra. I snapped back to attention instantly, and focused on Mrs. Reynolds with every fiber of my being. If she had snapped her fingers, my heart would have stopped in my chest.
My instantaneous response to her simple command was not lost on my mother, who stared at me with an incredulous look, as though she had seen a magic trick and could not figure out how it was done. She began to ask, "Ah, how..."
Mrs. Reynolds interrupted her, "Yvette, may I speak with Samantha alone for a minute?" She backed my mother out the door with the force of her presence and closed it. Mom was still looking at me with her hand to her mouth as the door closed and cut her line of sight.
Mrs. Reynolds waited until we could hear Mom walking back up the uncarpeted hallway to the front of the house. She turned to me and stepped closer. I was frozen. She thought for a second and then she unbuttoned her jacket and opened it. The sight of her breasts broke my trance. They meant reward, not punishment. I stepped close to her and put my palms over her nipples. I put my face between her breasts and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
She pulled my face firmly to her and stroked my hair. I kissed her tenderly between her breasts. She stroked her hand down my back all the way to my bottom and then she slid her hand under my pleated skirt and squeezed my naked cheek.
"I thought so," she said. "You better get your panties on before your mother notices." She patted my bare behind for extra emphasis.
I grinned and went to my dresser and got out a clean pair. I sat on the bed and pulled them on. As I did so, Mrs. Reynolds closed her jacket. My expression revealed my disappointment at this.
Mrs. Reynolds smiled and said, "Quickly now. Get the other bra I gave you."
I reached under the clothes on the bed and pulled out my bookbag. I took out the bra and handed it to her.
"Bend over here and let me take that one off." I bent at the waist and she unhooked the back of the bra. "Keep your head up for me, you're letting them droop," she said. I raised my head and looked straight ahead while she dropped one bra off and slipped the other on. She hooked the back and I felt three separate tugs. I stood up and could tell that this bra had a wider band and even firmer cups. These cups looked enormous on my small body. I could feel the air inside them on my breasts. I supposed that they were to hide my deformity, but she still did not explain and I dared not ask her to. I looked down at the bra. It was cut very modestly, and showed no cleavage and no part of my breasts. "Just as well," I thought.
"Listen!" she said, emphatically, pointing a finger at my nose. "Keep this on until I take it off. I know you'll feel dirty in the morning, but take a sponge bath instead of a tub bath or shower. No cheerleading. Come straight to me after school. NO jumping!"
I nodded as hard as I could until I wondered if nodding qualified as exercise and stopped abruptly.