a new life

Claris Seymour-McKenzie stood silently and alone in the room. Her head was bowed and small teardrops formed in both her eyes. Her life had changed in the last 3 days beyond her wildest dreams. Claris had been widowed four years ago and her husband had left her, and her two teenage daughters with enough money to see them through for the rest of their lives. They lived in a 5 bedroom house in a desirable part of town, and all enjoyed a good social life. Claris based her life around the church and most of her activities revolved around her church friends and their social activities. A little over a month ago Claris had befriended a new member of the congregation. Jane Sheldon had a good personality, was outgoing and fun to be with and the two of them had formed a close bond. Little did she know that she and her girls were being groomed. Jane had wormed her way into the family life of the women and during this time had found out all she needed to know to put this family through a living hell. The last three days had been a nightmare. Jane had gone to church with the family and had given them a lift to the service and as planned on the way home made an excuse to take a detour and had led the unsuspecting family into their new life.

For the last three days they had been held in the specially adapted mansion of  Paul Taylor. They had been made to watch film after film of Jane and Paul as they tortured several woman. Scenes that made the blood boil. The screams were still in the heads of all three ladies, and the cries for mercy,  and even begging to be let die never left their heads.

Claris had been left in the room for over an hour. She had been separated from her girls and had no idea where they were. She was absolutely terrified. Jane had slapped the women about over the last three days but not to hard. The videos of the torture was enough to get them to do what they were told, but the slaps reminded them of their new status.  

Claris heard the door open and immediately panicked. She found her mouth had gone dry and she began to perspire. Paul walked over to her and stood behind her. He knew what this woman was going through. He had done this many times and was an expert at mental abuse. Humiliation was one of his gifts and he had many ways of shaming and degrading his subjects. “ Head up straight girl but keep your eyes shut”. Claris did as she was told. Paul could almost taste the fear in the room and although he had done nothing to this woman, her fear was getting him exited. He walked round her and took in the sight of this attractive woman. She was a stunner in every sense. Standing at around 5ft 10ins her body was in excellent shape for a middle aged woman. Her hair was black, but not much of it could be seen as she was wearing a hat. The hat was a type of bowler. Light grey in colour with two black feathers attached to each side. Her dress was a flowing floral design, a patterned summer dress with wide floral design on it. It was the actual outfit that Claris had worn to the church service three days earlier. In fact everything she had been wearing that day was on her now, even her underwear. The same applied to her daughters who were both stood in another room, heads bowed as Claris had bowed hers, awaiting their fate.

Even with her eyes shut Claris could not stop the tears. Paul felt his heart flutter as he thought about what he was going to do to this wonderful creature. “ Jane tells me you are going to be good. I hope she is right because the price of failure will be high”. Paul told her to open her eyes and smiled as he  looked into her blue eyes, filled with water making them look bigger. “ Now you are going to make me a very happy man to-day”. An evil grin spread across Paul’s face as he looked at the shear terror on Claris’s face. “ Nice and slowly you are going to take the hem of your dress and pull it up, you will pull it up as high as you can get it and bunch it up above your waist, you will then invite me to inspect the underwear you wore when you attended church. If its good enough for God its good enough for me”. Paul’s last comment hit Claris hard. She took her religion seriously and what she was being asked to do was against all she believed in. “ Please Paul don’t do this to me its not right”. Paul took a step back and with his open hand slapped Claris hard across the face. “ The next time you disobey me not only will you get the strap but so will one of your daughters”. Claris reached down and took the hem of the dress  between  her fingers. She looked up at him and tried to plead with her eyes. “ Bunch it up good girl, I want to see everything a 42 year old wears for her Sunday best”. He was toying with her. She was crying hopelessly, but began the humiliating task of pulling up her Dress. As Claris pulled up the Dress ,Paul pulled up a chair and made himself comfortable. He looked on as she pulled it higher, giving him a nice view of her legs encased in sheer brown pantyhose. Claris paused as she reached her hips. “ Drop the dress back down girl that’s your first mistake”. Relieved beyond belief she let the dress drop down and with a sigh she thanked him. “ Why are you thanking me girl, for not making you pull your skirt up”. Claris nodded and said she was grateful. He smiled at her naivety. “ Within the next few minutes you will be thanking me for allowing you to pull up your dress and show me your underwear”. Standing, he walked over to a phone and picking it up he dialled. “ Jane I have a bit of a problem here would you kindly give one of the girls 12 strokes with the strap on their naked behind. Which one will get the strap Claris, you choose. I will give you 10 seconds to choose. “ Oh God please don’t do this its not right its illegal”. “ Give them both  12 Jane she doesn’t want to choose so they can both suffer. Film it and send the film over here, a little reminder of her new status is called for”. Claris began to howl. “ No, No. No, She was screaming out. Paul picked up a strap and strolled over to her. “ When you address me you will call me sir and when you address Jane you will call her Miss. Failure to do that and I will use the phone again. Now you will do what I promised you, you would do. You will ask me to let you pull up your dress to show me your underwear. When you are given permission you will thank me. Make it sincere, failure and I will increase your girls punishment to 24 strokes and believe me Jane can and will lay them on hard”. Claris took a deep breath “ Please Sir can I pull up my dress and show you my underwear”. “ Now that’s an offer I can not refuse, yes of course you can Claris”. Claris sobbed as she dropped her head in total shame.” Thank you Sir”. It was almost a whisper, but Paul was pleased. What must that request have done to this proud woman’s mind. Claris bent and took the hem in her fingers and again began to pull up her dress. This time there was no hesitation when she reached her hips and she began to bunch it up high above her waist. Standing in front of him, her dress bunched up she presented a sight many men would die for. She let out a huge sob and then began to cry openly. Paul took in the sight. Her thighs were perfect, they could have been on a much younger woman. Beneath the pantyhose he could see a pair of white panties, almost full cut but not quite. The waistband was pink as were the leg bands and this gave the whole panty a very sexy look. As Paul gazed at the sight before him, Claris was dying a thousand deaths. Never in her whole life had she done this in front of a a male. Not even her husband who she had loved with all her heart. He had been the only man in her life, the only one she had loved and yet she would never had done this even for him. Paul felt his loins stir as he casually walked round this attractive female. Her dress pulled high up and over her waist. Her backside looked superb. The panties were very full at the back and covered the whole of her bottom. She looked wonderful. Paul reached the front of her again after circling her and again took in the front view. The hat on her head made the whole thing even sexier. Who had ever seen anything like this. “ Were those panties bought with anyone in mind girl”. The question hit Clara liked a bolt. “ What do you mean”.  Paul smiled. “ Oh dear I do believe you were told to address me as Sir, it looks like another phone call”. Clara suddenly panicked. “ Sorry Sir, Oh Sorry Sir, I forgot Sir this is so hard Sir don’t hurt my girls Sir I will be good”. Wonderful thought Paul as he again circled his victim.  Suddenly she remembered the question. “ No Sir I just bought them Sir. They were just panties Sir. She was dying of shame, her heart was pounding and her throat was dry. Paul continued to quiz her about them wanting to know all the details of the purchase, the shop she bought them in and the cost. All intimate details no lady would want to tell a male. She told him that they were in a pack of three. “ So you have three panties all the same do you girl”. The term girl was another way of putting this 42 year old woman in her place. “ No Sir one pair has yellow edges and the other pair has blue ones”. For a woman of her standing and upbringing to have to discuss her most intimate bits of clothing with a total stranger was almost beyond her comprehension. To have to do it with her dress pulled up showing him her underwear was awful. Looking directly into her tear-filled eyes, and grinning “ That would make a wonderful sight don’t you think, You with your pink ones Collette with your yellow ones and Julie with your blue ones all stood with your skirts pulled up and showing me your panties”. Claris let out a whale at the realisation that he could do things like this to her daughters. “ Please don’t hurt my girls Sir please oh for Gods sake pleases Sir leave them alone”. She was now in an awful state. “ Keep that dress bunched up girl, its beginning to slip, get it higher, how dare you let it down without permission”. Paul screamed at her, pulling her back to the reality of the situation. Clara tugged at the dress not wanting to make him angry. Just then there was a knock on the door, this brought fresh panic into Clara as she realised someone may come in. Paul almost ignored the knock and did not react to it for some 20 seconds or so. It seemed like an eternity before much to Claris’s relief he told her to let the dress down. Opening the door he smiled as he ushered Collette in. This girl was a real looker. Collette was 20 years old, she stood the same height as her mother with the same black hair, which was down to her shoulders. “ Go and stand next to your mother”. Collette walked over and stood next to Claris and a fine sight they made. Collette was holding a dvd in her hand and Paul smiled as he looked at her tear strained eyes. He stood waiting and looking at her. “ Sir this is the dvd of me and my sister getting the strap I would be grateful if you would show it to mummy so she knows what happens if she does not do as she is told. “ Certainly my dear girl I am sure your mother is dying to see it aren’t you Claris”. Claris dropped her head in complete shame as she almost whispered that she would like to see it. Paul placed the dvd into the machine and up onto a large screed came the view of Collette and Julie. Jane was stood over them holding a leather strap. “ OK girls your new owner Mr Paul has decided that you are both to receive 12 strokes of the strap. You will both look into that camera over there and thank him for his decision. You will then go over to the table over there and bend over it, grab the other side with both hands and spread your legs wide. “ Keep looking Clara, if you look away you will be strapped yourself as well as the girls. Clara had a lump in her throat as she saw her former good friend walk over and take the hem of Collette’s Dress and with a swift movement pull it up and over her back. Collette’s bottom looked delightful in her dark black pantyhose and underneath could be made out a pair of white panties. Jane repeated the process with Julie exposing her the same. Her pantyhose was almost flesh coloured and hid nothing of her Sky Blue skimpy briefs. Jane stood back surveying the scene. Looking into the camera, she smiled. “ Nice Eh Paul, girls I will pause a while here so that Mr Paul or indeed anyone else who gets to look at this video can appreciate those lovely backsides”. At this both girls let out a sob as they exposed themselves. They were both sobbing. How did they get into this awful situation. Jane gave it five minutes before she placed herself behind the girls. Collette clench her cheeks as she waited. Neither girl had ever been hit in their lives and really did not know what to expect. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Six hard strokes rained down quickly on poor Collette’s  backside. Her screams were deafening, She had never felt pain like it. The underwear gave her hardly any protection as she babbled into the table top. Jane moved to Julie who hearing the screams of Collette was moaning and groaning in total fear. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Julie let go of the table and put her hand to her backside to rub it. Jane simply raised the strap and Crack brought it down on the back of her hand. Julie jumped but took hold of the table again as she sobbed into the wood of the table. Claris sobbed and her shoulders heaved as she watched the spectacle in front of her. Jane moved back to Collette and the process was repeated before giving another Julie another six. Both girls were a blabbering mess as they wailed and cried. Fresh tears were falling down Collette’s face as she watched herself getting thrashed. Neither girl had felt pain like it. Their backsides burned and throbbed as they lay over the table. This had been delivered by someone they considered a good friend to their family. “Stand and face the camera, both of you and thank Mr Paul for your thrashing”. With tears streaming down both their faces they both thanked Mr Paul for their thrashing. How low could things get. Well this family was about to find out.

                                COMPARISONS

“ Did that hurt girl”. Paul asked Collette. “ Yes Sir it was awful.” “ Are we going to be good Mummy”. He teased Carla. She nodded causing her tear strained face to splatter the floor with water. She could hardly talk as her throat was so dry. Paul looked at the two women. They were so similar. No one would have any doubts that they were Mother and daughter. Picking up the phone he told Jane to bring Julie over and within five minutes all three were stood in front of their new owner. “ I think ladies that it would be only proper if you thank Jane for introducing us. “ Clara you can start, you can go over to Jane and sincerely thank her, you will then kneel down and kiss her feet as a sign of gratefulness. All of you will do the same and if I am not satisfied you mean it you will all get thrashed. Begin”. Clara struggled with these instructions, but finally and slowly she walked over and stood in front of her former friend and looking at her, she thanked her for introducing her and her daughters to Mr Paul. Tears fell freely as she dropped to her knees and slowly put her lips to Jane’s shoe and kissed it. “ lick it all over and then do the other one”. Clara did the disgusting act crying like a baby all the time. Collette followed and then Julie. A family in turmoil. Paul knew they were broke and he intended to humiliate and shame them beyond their wildest dreams. He studied 18 year old Julie. Again the resemblance was uncanny. “ Starting with you Claris bunch your dress above your waist, when I say next you Collette will do the same and again when I say next Julie you will follow. I will then begin my inspection of the Seymour-Mackenzie family underwear”. The women continued to whimper as Clara took the hem of her dress and pulled it high above her waist. “ Next”. Collette did the same revealing her black pantyhose and her white panties. “ Next”. Julie did the same and she revealed her flesh pantyhose and her tiny blue briefs. Paul marvelled at the sight. It truly was amazing. “ All together pull your pantyhose down and let me see your panties in all their glory, leave them around your knees”. The sight was awesome. Clara’s  panties were white cotton and he grinned as he remembered what he had made her reveal about them. He was going to have them all wear the panties from the set. That would be good he thought to himself. Collette’s panties were also white but were silk and briefer. They fitted her like a glove and she looked stunning stood there with her dress bunched up and her pantyhose down around her knees. Julie briefs were sky blue and just covered her mound, very sexy and very teenager. He walked round the three sobbing women as if he were looking at meat in a butchers. He was a master at humiliation. It really was a wonderful sight and Paul was as hard as he had been for a long while. He could keep his cock hard for ever, it was a gift helped by the pills he popped. “ I will bet anyone of your church members would love to see you like this, what do you think Clara”. Clara sobbed and no answer came from her mouth as her mind took in the situation. “ What do you think of your friends choice of panties Jane”.  Jane walked in front of Clara and took her face in her hand. “ Not bad I had you down as a white panty girl, but the pink edges are a bit of a surprise, you’re a bit of a dark horse Clara. Have you got a boy friend, if so you kept him from me”. Jane teased Clara and took delight in her plight. “ Answer me woman have you got a boyfriend!. “ No Miss”. was all Clara could muster. Paul had sat down and Jane told Clara to go and stand in between his legs and ask him to give her underwear a vigorous inspection. “ Seeing as how these are your church going panties we will have to check if they are perfectly clean and in good condition”. The words brought fresh humiliation to the woman as she approached Paul and stood between his legs. Grinning and looking up at her taking in the sight of her stood in all her finery including her Sunday hat, he shuffled in his chair and reaching out he placed his right on  the side of her white cotton panties. Clara instinctively pulled away, not much but it was noticeable. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Paul brought his hand down three times firmly slapping her on her naked right thigh. The pain was immense but the indignity of it was worse. To be slapped for pulling away from his assault was awful. Jane moved forward and also gave Claris a few slaps, this time on the other thigh. “ How dare you pull away when a gentleman is doing you the honour of feeling and inspecting your panties”. “ Sorry Miss Sorry Sir oh God help me”. Jane then instructed both girls to kneel either side of their mother. “ Keep your own skirts pulled up with one hand and with the hand nearest to your mother each of you hold up her dress. Do not let it fall even an inch or you will regret it. Good face Mr Paul and smile and keep smiling . Now Claris clasp your hands and place behind your head”. This done the result was stunning. Both girls faces were at the same level as their mothers panties, the false forced smiles were a delight, and the total defenceless pose Claris was holding was a delight. Could a man gaze on anything more thrilling. Paul reached out and this time there was no pulling back as he felt and touched this woman to his hearts content. The panties felt good and Paul felt them all over. Taking the little pink edge around the right leg he pulled it away from the hip before letting it twang back into position, Claris was being totally degraded in front of her own daughters. As much as he looked and felt he could find nothing wrong with the panties on the outside. Taking hold of the pink hem he slowly and deliberately began to pull them down. This had the effect of bringing a fresh wave of whimpers from the tormented Claris. Slowly her jet black pubic hair came into view. Paul pulled the panties down until they were just above her pantyhose and reaching inside them he pulled the crotch up and passed the waistband. Never could a woman be more humiliated. Paul grinned as he looked from her pubic hair then the inside crotch of her panties then at Collette and then at Julie. His cock was at bursting point, but he could hold it longer. “ Seems she has pretty clean panties Jane, I can not fault them:. Jane smiled as she walked to stand next to Paul. “ Well there are other areas a lady must make sure she cleans, I am sure that Claris would be honoured if whilst she had her panties down you could check whether she has wiped herself properly”. Again more wails as the humiliation continued. Claris was told to take her dress again and turn round with her backside to Paul. The girls again took hold of her dress and she was made to spread her feet about two feet apart. This had the effect of stretching both her panties and her pantyhose to their limit. It was an extremely sensual sight made all the more special by the fact that Claris was a reluctant participant.. “ Good now you will ask Mr Paul nicely if he will inspect your backside to see if you have wiped yourself properly. If he agrees you will bend right over. Stay like that for a while whilst he takes in the view. On his instructions you will then reach behind you and pull your cheeks wide open for him”. At this poor Claris began to heave and sob so much that she almost lost her balanced. The situation was beyond belief. Both her daughters were crying buckets as they knelt next to their mother their skirts bunched up around their waist their pantyhose pulled down to their knees as they watched their mother being abused. Claris gathered herself but could not ask the awful question. Jane almost expected this and was ready with the strap. CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Jane brought the strap down as hard as she could across the front of Claris’s  thighs. Her screams were deafening. This was pain as she had never known it. “ Ask the question girl or do you want more”. A sobbing Claris asked the disgusting request. “ Well if that is what you want my dear Claris then of course I will”. A grinning Paul answered. Claris bent down as she had been told to. Her hat fell off her head as she bent all the way. “ Up girl, we can not have you half dressed can we, that would not be right for a lady like you”. Jane was enjoying the humiliation of the woman she had befriended. Claris straightened herself and replaced the hat. Pushing it hard onto her head. “ If the hat falls off again you will get 12 strokes of the strap”. Jane told her. Here she was about to show all her charms to a man and she had to make sure her hat stayed on. Claris bent slowly her hands still on her head. When finally bent as far as she could she waited. Paul took in the sight. A woman could not be more exposed. Claris had not even shown her beloved husband as much of her privates as this. But she was about to show more. Paul gazed at the sight of the pussy and anus in front of him. Moving his gaze from their mothers exposed privates to the tearful pretty faces of her daughters. Finally Claris heard the words. “ Pull yourself open for inspection”. Gingerly Claris took her hands from the hat, her heart beating, so frightened that it would fall off. She could see her tears falling to the floor. Why Oh why was this happening. Could people be so cruel. Her hands reach out to her backside and taking hold of her cheeks, she took a gulp of air and with a heavy heart she pull the cheeks of her backside open. Paul looked on as this proud woman showed him something he knew no one had ever seen before. He knelt down in front of her bottom and looked directly at her exposed bud. “ Pull harder Claris don’t make Mr Paul do all the work, are you trying to be difficult. Pull yourself wide open so that he can see right inside you”. The words cut into Claris’s mind as she tried to please these animals to save herself and her girls from a thrashing. She pulled even harder till she thought she would burst. Paul saw the bud open slightly enough for him to see inside a little of her anus. Claris was bent over, her pantyhose and panties bunched and stretched to there limit, and she was pulling open her backside. Her daughters were knelt down each side of her, their skirts pulled up, their pantyhose pulled down and forced smiles on their faces. The Seymour-Mackenzie’s would never be the same again. They thought they had reached rock bottom. But they were so wrong. Jane smiled to herself as she thought of more ways to humiliate this family. “ Is she clean Paul, what do you think”. “ Yes she looks it, must have wiped herself pretty good” As Claris listened to them discuss her in this disgusting manner she just wanted the floor to open up and swallow her up. Jane winked at Paul. “ I think we should make sure Paul, it would not be right for Claris to expect you to fully inspect her if there is any doubts about it. How do you think we should make sure you are fully clean Clara. Stand up and face Mr Paul, keep your dress bunched up and think of a way that you can clean yourself before Mr Paul looks into your open anus”. Claris stood and faced her tormenter. She gave her dress an extra tug to make sure it was bunched up high. “ Go over to that table and bend over, I think its about time you felt what a true thrashing is all about”. Jane was getting more evil as the session went on. “ Please miss oh God Miss, Please I am doing awful things for you, I am trying Miss Please don’t beat me”. “ You insolent girl, how dare you question me get over to that table this minute”. Jane screamed at the woman and a totally terrified Clara ran over to the table and bent down. “ You two stand and let Mr Paul inspect your underwear whilst I deal with your mother”. The two girls stood trembling before him skirts up, pantyhose down and tears running down their faces. “ come closer Collette lets have a good feel of those panties”. As Paul felt the 20 year old daughters panties, they could here Jane giving Clara a thrashing. It was severe and Claris’s screams were frightening. Collette shuffled as she was felt up. The silk panties felt really good to Paul. He placed his hand over her pubic area and rubbed, smiling up into her tear-filled face. “ Pull them down girl so that I can inspect the inside”. The order was so degrading, but the fear and the sound of her mothers screams meant she would do anything. Her pubic hair was as black as her mothers, it was neatly trimmed and gave Paul a nice view of her pussy. “ Julie  come over here might as well inspect the two of you together”. He had Collette stand on one side of him and Julie on the other. For the next ten minutes he abused the two girls. Finally they were both stood at his side, panties and pantyhose pulled down showing a stranger their naked pussies, whilst in the distance they could hear their mother getting thrashed. Paul was aware that the thrashing had stopped, he could hear Jane talking and he could hear Claris begging. “ No Miss please Miss, anything Miss Please Miss”. The begging continued as he heard the strap brought down hard again and again. He began to feel both girls at the same time. Their thighs felt lovely and smooth. Instructing them to turn round he gazed st their bruised backsides. God he thought that must have been some thrashing. He could hear Claris in the background. “ Yes Miss, Yes Miss, I promise Miss, please don’t hit me anymore”. “ Spread your legs both of you, bend over and pull your cheeks apart, I wish to inspect your buds”. Cries filled the air as the girls performed this disgusting task. Finally Claris ran over to stand between her daughters. She tugged at the dress making sure it was pulled as high as it would go, before dropping to her knees, bending forward and kissing his feet. As he gazed at the two daughters pulling open their anus and getting his shoes licked by their mother, he felt he was in heaven. Could life get any better.

Finally Claris stood, but before she could do anything Jane shook her head. “ Paul, myself and Claris have come up with the best way to make sure her anus, and indeed the anus of her daughters is as clean as it can be. Isn’t that right Claris”. Claris just nodded her head, a woman broken. “ But before we tell Paul about our little idea I think it would be nice if you turn round bend over and pull yourself open. That way Mr Paul can gaze at mother and her two daughters pulling open their anus. A family inspection so to speak”. Claris turned and bent over, pet her hands behind her and pulled herself open. The vision before Paul was mind blowing. A 42 year old woman and her 20 year old and her 18 year old daughter bent over pulling themselves open for an inspection. Claris backside was full of angry looking welts. Far worse than her daughters. Jane had an idea. “ Paul I think its break time. We will go and have a nice cup of tea. In the meantime You Claris can tell your girls about our little idea. You can discuss exactly how you are going to do it. The order will be you cleaned first then Collette and finally your little baby Julie. When we leave you can adjust your clothes and make yourselves pretty. When we come back you will have worked out what you are to do. It better be perfect, if I am not happy with the performance or with the end result you will all get thrashed again, only this time harder”. Claris’s head was almost burning at what she and her daughters were going to have to do. Her girls did not know as yet what they were going to do and neither did Paul. “ I think a little thank you might not go amiss”. Claris could hardly speak, her throat was so dry. She was mortified at everything that was being made do, but the next thing was so awful she could hardly think about it. “ Thank you Miss”. Jane smiled, what must the poor woman be going through. “ Your welcome dear, what are friends for”. The comment was like a slap across the face to Claris who broke down and cried. Jane and Paul left the girls alone. Jane telling them they would be back in one hour. “ We want little speeches from each of you detailing what you are doing. I suggest you take all the hour to practise”. 

                                       A FAMILY IN HELL

For the next ten minutes all the three did was hug each other and cry. Only one word was said by Claris. She kept repeating the word Sorry time and again. Suddenly there was the sound of Jane’s voice. “ I suggest you practice, you have already wasted ten minutes, we can see you all of the time”. It had the desired effect as the three broke from their embrace and faced reality. Jane and Paul looked on from another room as they watched what was happening. They laughed out loud as both the daughters screamed and began wailing as their mother spoke. “ I think she’s told them what they will be doing:. Jane smirked as she spoke. “ Darling you are a genius, what would I do without you”.

Jane and Paul left it for longer than the hour before they returned to the room. The women were waiting in a line, their clothing neatly straightened and an attempt had been made to tidy up their make up, but all three faces were puffed with all the sobbing and crying that they had done. “ I think we should make ourselves comfortable Paul, this should be quite a show. Oh and by the way keep smiling ladies, the hidden cameras can pick all the action, but its much more interesting if your smiling”. The three woman almost collapsed. The thought of being filmed had never entered their heads. They were in turmoil. Panic stations set in. “ Oh my God Miss please don’t do this Oh God have mercy Miss please”. “ Pull yourselves together before the strap comes out. Paul I give you the Seymour-Mackenzie cleaning show”.

Carla steadied herself before taking a step forward. She was shaking like a leaf. She was about to sink into hell and she knew it. “ Please Sir my good friend Jane and myself have come up with what we think is a novel idea of making sure that our anus buds are completely clean before you inspect us”. She paused as she tried to maintain her composure, her head hurt, her heart hurt and her legs were almost like jelly. She felt a sickness in her stomach. Jane stood, and picking up the strap she swung it in mid air, making a frightening swish. “ Mr Paul it looks like I might have to do a little persuading here. I will just hover around and when I think the family are remiss of some detail I will administer the strap. If ladies you are getting strapped, you will not stop what you are doing, indeed you will strive harder to please the gentleman you are entertaining. Continue”. Claris held herself together as best as she could. “ Please sir if we could begin I would like to introduce you to my family. Collette is my elder daughter. She is 20 years old, and would like you first of all to see her in her Sunday underwear”. Fresh sobs came from her as she delivered her daughter into hell. Collette stepped forward and stood in front of Paul. “ Please Sir I present to you my underwear” Collette reached down and taking the hem of her skirt pulled it up over her thighs and bunched it up above her waist. She stood to one side as Claris continued. “ Please Sir can I introduce  my youngest daughter Julie, my 18 year old baby”. Her shoulders bobbed up and down as she sobbed. Julie stepped forward and stood in front of Paul. She too reached down and pulled up her skirt, bunching high above her waist. Standing to the other side, Claris stood in the middle she reached down and pulled up her dress, again bunching it above her waist. Paul marvelled at the view. As all three stood showing off their panties and pantyhose, Claris gathered herself. “ Sir the Seymour-Mackenzie ladies showing you our underwear”. What a magnificent sight was before Paul. Claris continued as Jane hovered in the background, every now and then she would swish the strap in the air as a reminder to the family. “ Pantyhose down girls”. And almost in unison all three pulled their pantyhose down to their knees. “ The Seymour-Mackenzie ladies showing you our panties Sir”. All three stood facing Paul until Claris said the word “ Turn”. All three turned together showing them their backsides. “ Wide and bend”. All three spread their legs and bent over giving him a perfect view of their panty covered backsides. “ Stand and face Mr Paul, panties down to our knees”. Paul was almost cumming in his pants. When all three had their panties down to their knees, Clara again paused slightly. CRACK .CRACK CRACK. Jane did not need much encouragement to use the strap. “ Sorry Miss, Oh God please Miss we are trying Miss this is so awful”. CRACK.CRACK. Two more stinging blows landed on Claris backside. This was so unfair, she was degrading herself and her family and still getting strapped for it. “ Continue girl and make sure you and your girls are at your best, this is the important part of the performance, this is what you and me decided on. This is our idea is it not. Two good friends coming up with a good idea”. She taunted and teased the unfortunate woman. Clara was hurting from the strap, but what she and her family were about to do, was unreal. “ Sir the Seymour-Mackenzie ladies showing you our pussies”. She steadied herself before the nightmare began. “ Begin girls”. The words Clara said was the instruction for both girls to step forward a little. Collette looked at Paul and through tear strained eyes she told him that the family were now going to clean each others anus buds in readiness for his inspection. Both girls knelt down by the side of their mother, both were crying buckets of tears. Claris suddenly turned her back on Paul spread her legs and bent over. Reaching behind her she pulled her cheeks open exposing the bud of the anus. Collette turned to face her mother and with heaving shoulders, she leant over and to Paul’s amusement she began to lick the bud of her mother. The wails of Clara would have broke most hearts but not these two. Paul could hear Collette slurping as she licked. She suddenly pulled her face away from the bud and started to gag. Julie went straight to her mothers bud and took over but she too started to gag. Jane moved behind Collette and CRACK.CRACK.CRACK. Three severe belts with the strap. Collette put her face back to her mothers bud and began again to lick. Meanwhile Julie was on the receiving end if the strap. Collette managed to lick without gagging, before she stopped and Julie jumped in. After about five minutes of taking turns and reaming their mothers anus bud they stopped. Turning to face Paul they both said in unison “ Claris Seymour-Mackenzie’s anus bud cleaned by her daughters and ready for Mr Paul’s inspection”. Both girls sobbed and sobbed as Paul took in the spectacle. Their mothers bottom cheeks, and her anus bud were soaked with their spittle. Paul marvelled at Jane’s imagination. He knelt down and put his head close to her bottom. It was soaked and there was no doubt that the girls had definitely tongued their mothers anus bud. “ Well Jane I must admit this is one clean anus bud”. Grinning as he said it. He heard Claris thank him before she stood up and turning to face him she announced that Collette was next. The process was repeated as Collette turned her back to him, spread her legs and bent over and pulled her bottom cheeks open. Claris knelt at one side and Julie on the other. Claris leant over and started to lick her daughters bottom cheeks, working her way towards her anus. “ Slurp Claris we want to hear noise”. Jane moved behind Claris who in total panic moved straight to Collette bud and started sucking and slurping. That seemed to satisfy Jane, who looked across at Paul and winked. Finally Claris stopped and Julie took over, As Julie licked Claris sobbed. Julie finally stopped and facing Paul she announced that Collette was clean and ready for inspection. Again Paul knelt and looked into the wet and pulled open bud of this young woman. “ Another one clean Jane”. He announced. Collette stood and Julie took her place. Collette started this time sucking and slurping until her mother took her place. Claris gagged a few times but managed to get through the session before both herself and her daughter announced that Julie was clean and ready for inspection. Kneeling down Paul reached out and ran his finger along the young girls crack. What liberties this family had endured this dark day in their lives. “ Another one clean Jane”. At that Julie stood up and all three women stood in front of Paul in a line. Claris sobbed silently as she made her final speech. “ Sir the Seymour-Mackenzie ladies presenting their clean anus buds for inspection. Thank you Sir for your time and effort and we hope you enjoyed our presentation, we would also like to thank our good friend Jane for introducing us to you”. As all three sobbed they turned round, spread their legs and bent down. Reaching round they each took their cheeks in their hands, “ Now”. was all Claris said as the three of them pulled open their cheeks and exposed their buds. Paul looked on as he almost came in his pants. What an amazing sight. The women wailed and sobbed as they pulled themselves wide open. No man had ever seen one of them like this never mind all three. It was amazing. Suddenly Claris shouted out. “ position two” All three of them dropped to their knees, they shuffled around making sure their legs were spread as far as their underwear would allow and all together they dipped their backs and pushed their backsides up. Reaching behind them they pulled their cheeks apart. God thought Paul I can actually see inside the buds in this position. Jane had excelled herself this time. The women remained as they were displayed. They were waiting for Jane’s instructions, as their performance was over. Could a family humiliate and degrade themselves anymore.

Jane stood behind the family taking in the sight of them exposing themselves in this way. Showing her and Paul more than anyone had ever seen of them before. “ Get up and adjust your clothing, you are to return to your rooms. Tomorrow is another day. We will see you all tomorrow and get to know you a little bit more.

A LITTLE BIT OF PINK BLUE AND YELLOW.