Chapter 9 - wherein what was hidden is revealed, Timmy gets a lesson in
feminine response, and a few hairs are plucked.
"You'd better believe it, girly!" the eager youngster answered with a
laugh, as he stuck the knickers in his back pocket.
Jenny returned to her position in the center of the room, as if she knew
instinctively that that was what was desired of her.
I said, "At this point, Jenny, you will have a choice. You can go
through this session in two different ways - with your skirt on - or,
without it. If you choose the latter, you will cheerfully remove your
skirt and hand it to Timmy, and you will only receive half the
punishment that you would otherwise receive. It's up to you. What will
it be, Jenny, dear?"
Jenny seemed confused. Since she didn't know what the punishment was to
be or how bad it was to be, she couldn't know for certain how much she'd
be gaining by having it cut in half. On the other hand, she KNEW that
she didn't want to take her skirt off in front of us, particularly in
front of Timmy and Dave. In addition to this, she probably grasped at
the hope that if she chose to retain her skirt that she would thereby
retain her modesty. She apparently forgot the fact that she had on no
underwear. Thus she made a mistake.
"Ohhhh! I CAN'T take off my skirt, Aunt Marge! I can't! Not in front
of men or boys!"
"Then you've made your decision. Well and good, Jenny. You will
therefore be receiving double what you would otherwise have got."
This brought tears of fear to her eyes but no wavering in her decision.
Her feminine modesty prevailed over her fears for her physical
well-being.
I turned to my son, and said, "You can take over from here, Timmy.
She's all yours. Uncle Dave and I will check back in on how you kids
are doing in a little while" and Dave and I left the room, heading
immediately to the TV room, where we quickly tuned in the workshop. We
didn't want to miss anything and tuned in right away, obtaining a view
from a camera mounted in the ceiling of the workshop, giving us a very
good view of the proceedings.
Timmy grinned broadly, and Jenny shuddered in fear.
Timmy rose and began to push the table back into the light, ordering
Jenny to stand aside, which she did, looking fearfully at the dreaded
stirrups. Perhaps then it might have begun to dawn on her that if she
were to assume the classic position that this table implied, having a
skirt on would be at best a very precarious protection of her much
valued modesty.
"Ohhhhh….ohhhh…." she softly whimpered.
Timmy said, "Now, cousin, Jenny, lets have you sit up on the side of the
table. Good girl."
Jenny obeyed, sitting on the edge of the table and carefully making sure
her skirt was safely arranged.
"Now slide around on you bottom. That's it. Careful of your skirt,
cousin, dear." Timmy ordered with a grin, helping Jenny swing her legs
around so that she was sitting lengthwise on the table, again with her
skirt carefully positioned over her legs. Jenny was positively
shivering with apprehension.
"Lie down on you back, now. That's right, with your head on the pillow.
Put your arms at your sides - not over your pussy." Jenny had
protectively attempted to shield her crotch area with her hands. Even
though she was still modestly covered, lying down made her feel very
vulnerable. Timmy's use of the word "pussy" made Jenny gasp in shock.
What a picture Jenny made now. A prim English schoolgirl with fabulous
looks and big boobs, stretched out helplessly on a gynecological exam
table and at the mercy of an evil-minded twelve year old boy. Dave
seemed close to having a stroke and I was extremely wet.
"Now, Jenny, well just secure your arms so you won't hurt yourself."
Said Timmy as he attached Jenny's arms to the sides of the table with
conveniently placed straps.
Jenny moaned fearfully, "Ohhhh, please, don't…." but she didn't resist,
and before she knew it, both of her arms were securely fastened.
Jenny seemed even more concerned as Timmy carefully removed both of her
cute little shoes and socks.
"Now, Jenny" said Timmy, "For this next step, you must be very careful
and do exactly as I say so as not to displace your skirt and expose
yourself. Now, lets carefully lift this leg over here - to this
stirrup."
Jenny seemed entranced, and allowed her leg to be guided without
resistance. At least partly she was cooperating so as to help preserve
her now very shaky modesty.
The stirrups at this point were positioned very close to the foot of the
table, thus Jenny's leg was pulled to one side but not pulled backwards
toward her head. Since the skirt was a long one - a very tasteful brown
paid, by the way - her cunt was still protected from our eager views.
Timmy secured Jenny's left foot and then did the same with the right.
Jenny was now pretty well fixed in position, but Timmy made sure by
wrapping two straps around her torso, one just above and one just below
her boobs, and fixing them to the table. He was careful not to touch
her breasts, preferring to let her have the illogical illusion that she
wasn't being molested.
Timmy went behind Jenny and put another pillow under her head, so that
she could more easily see what was going on, then he grabbed a stool,
placed it at the side of the table next to her hips, and sat down.
"So, cousin." He said, "What do you think is going to happen to you
today?"
"I d-don't know…" with a sob.
"Well, lets see, what part of you was punished on your first session?"
Jenny could only stare.
"Answer, Jenny, or I'll flip this little skirt up."
"Ohhh! No! No! Don't! My bottom! You punished my bottom!"
"Good girl! Now, what part of you did we punish on your second
session."
Very quietly, Jenny managed to murmur, "M-my b-b-breasts." The horror
of where Timmy was aiming was beginning to hit her.
"That's right, and Nancy did a very good job, didn't she?"
"Y-yes…Oh, please, Timmy don't do it to me!"
"So, we can't very well punish your bottom or your breasts again, can
we? That would be unfair to your bottom and your breasts, so we have to
find some other part of you to punish, don't we?"
Silence.
"Don't we?!"
"Y-yes." Came a little girl voice.
"So, why don't you tell us - give us a suggestion - what should be the
part of you that I punish tonight?"
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Come on, cousin Jenny."
"My legs - you can punish my legs!"
"Yes, I could punish your legs, but Dad and Mom and Nancy got to punish
your bottom, which was very sensitive and very embarrassing for you, and
Nancy got to punish your breasts, which are even more sensitive than
your bottom and which was just as embarrassing for you. I want to get
to punish a part of you that is even more embarrassing and even more
sensitive. What part do you think that might be?"
Silence.
"You'd better answer me, Jenny, or you'll be very sorry."
Silence.
"Speak up, or I'll flip up this skirt."
"My v-v-…"
"Your what?"
"Oh! I can't say it!"
Timmy grabbed the hem of the skirt and made as if to flip it back.
"Don't! My vulva!" she cried in panic, hardly knowing what she was
saying. It's hard to know whether she actually thought that her skirt
was going to remain in place if her pussy was being punished, but for
now it WAS in place and she would do anything to keep it there, if only
for a few more seconds.
"You mean, your pussy, Jenny?"
Silence. Timmy moved his hand threateningly.
"Yes! Oh, please, don't!"
"Say it then.."
"My p-p-pussy."
"You want me to punish your pussy?"
"No! Please, not that! Anything else! I'll do anything. Please,
Timmy!"
"Hmm, but you do agree that your pussy is much more sensitive than your
boobies!"
"Y-yes"
"Well, then that's what I'll punish. And suddenly with, no warning,
Timmy flipped the skirt back out of the way, exposing the holy of
holies, Jenny's plump, hairy cunt, to our evil eyes.
Jenny could see it just as well as we could. She stared in disbelief
for a second and then screamed in shock and bitter embarrassment.
"Ahhh! No! Put it back! Please put it back!" She struggled
desperately to get loose and to cover her shame. Alas, she was very
tightly secured. Timmy wasn't a boy scout for nothing.
Jenny's fit went on for a few minutes until she gradually began to tire.
Meanwhile we feasted our curious eyes. Yes, we had seen this sight
before, but this was the in much better lighting and Jenny's terrible
embarrassment made it so much more enjoyable.
The object in question was truly impressive, a very plump, protruding
mound, covered with a forest of black hair. One could hardly see any
pink, except for a little bit of naughty labia minora peeking out from
the center and the tip of an apparently quite large pink clitoris at the
top which poked out and receded as Jenny gyrated in her struggles and
continued to scream and moan hysterically.
"Oh come on, Jenny. Give us a break!" said Timmy, "It's just a pussy.
Every girl's got one, although most of them aren't this hairy, I'll
bet." He said with a delighted laugh.
He added, "So, it looks like getting to keep your skirt hasn't done you
much good. Huh, Jenny?" Nancy and Timmy shared a laugh at this.
I quickly freed Dave's erect penis from his pants and began sucking
greedily, while still keeping an eye on the monitor. He came in seconds
but was quickly hard again.
Meanwhile, Timmy and Nancy were in no hurry. They were clearing
relishing the situation as much as Jenny was suffering in it. It was
certainly a picture to relish - a well dressed English schoolgirl with
really nothing missing from her attire except the vital knickers,
showing off a very hairy cunt to the world.
Jenny became a little more aware of her surroundings, and began begging,
"Oh, please, Timmy! Don't look at me there! Don't look at me there!"
Nancy observed, "Jenny, deary, I suspect you'll be happy if ALL he does
as look at it."
Timmy said, "Why don't we show Jenny one of the features of this table
that Dad added?" And he pushed a button that started the stirrups, in
which Jenny's exquisitely formed bare feet were imprisoned. Jenny
exclaimed in horror as the stirrups started moving backwards toward here
head, thus rolling her hips back.
"Ohhhh! No, please!" she begged. The stirrups finally stopped at their
maximum position, whereby Jenny's well-spread knees were almost next to
her head and her hips were rolled way back and partly lifted off the
table. As a result Jenny's cunt was now completely and conveniently
exposed and prominent as was her daintly little anus. Because of the
stretch her very plump and long pussy now gaped just a bit, providing a
nice flash of pink in the middle of all that black hair. This hair
proved to be not only very thick but very extensive, growing well down
Jenny's tender bottom crack and around her bumhole.
"In case your were wondering, Jenny," Nancy informed her cousin, "we can
now see a little bit more than just your pussy."
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Jenny humiliation was excrutiating, as the position
of her head, forced by the double pillows, allowed her easily to see her
furry bush. Although she couldn't see the rear orifice that Timmy and
Nancy (and we!) could see, it was probably more of a vision of that
particular part of her body than she had ever had.
Nancy said, "Timmy, not all teenage girls are as clean as they ought to
be so I'm going to wash her." And she brought a soapy washcloth from the
sink and began to soap down and scrub vigorously poor Jenny's pussy,
bottom crack, and anus. Jenny gave a series outraged and shocked yells
and tried again to get away, but of course it was no use. She seemed
astounded at the suddenness of the rude invasion.
Jenny's crotch was now covered with soap suds, a rather amusing sight
that Jenny didn't seem to find so amusing. Nancy was not going to allow
this untidy situation to persist. She retrieved a pitcher from the
workshop's little refrigerator. "I'm afraid the you might find this a
bit chilly, deary." Nancy said as she poured ice cold water on Jenny -
right between her legs, to rinse off the soap.
"Aggggggh! Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! It's coooooold!" Jenny jerked around madly
as her pussy hair dripped drops of ice cold water.
Nancy quickly mopped up the water from the table and the floor and Timmy
began to dry Jenny with a soft, white towel. Having Timmy actually
touch her "there", even through the material of a towel, seemed to have
a horrible effect - she burst into agonized tears, "No! Ohhhhh, don't!
Don't! Oh, Timmy, please don't touch me there!"
But in a wonderfully short time she was reasonably dried and her pussy
hair was looking fresh and fluffy. The labia and clitoris looked just a
touch swollen, as if Timmy's unwanted touches had produced and equally
unwanted but unavoidable reaction in the young girl. Indeed, one could
see a little hint of glisten on the tip of the luscious clit, but it
could easily have been remnants of the little shower she had just had.
"Let's see if she's a virgin, Ok, Nancy? How do I do it?" asked Timmy
eagerly.
"Well, Timmy, see this hole right here? I guess what I'd do is maybe
spread these lips a little with one hand…"
Timmy reached down to do as Nancy was instructing him, as calmly as if
he were learning how to knit. However, Jenny didn't take this new
development quite so calmly.
"No! No! Don't! Noooooo….ooohh!"
Timmy spread the pink gap with his left hand.
"Now, see how far your finger will go down inside."
"Wow! OK!" and Timmy again did as he was told. He had to wriggle the
finger a bit to get it in very far; even with the extra spread she was
pretty tight; but he seemed to hit something.
"Ahhhh! Ah! Ah! Oh, don't!" Jenny gasped.
"It won't go any further. I'll push harder."
"Owwww! Stop" commented Jenny.
"You've got your answer, Timmy. She's a virgin!" explained Nancy.
"Hmmmm. Very interesting." Said a thoughtful Timmy, withdrawing his
finger.
Jenny seemed stunned almost into insensibility by the outrageous
intrusion of Timmy's curious finger into her sacrosanct cunt. She
seemed to stare into space as she continued to gasp and moan.
Nancy asked with a cruel laugh, "What's the matter, Jenny? Didn't you
enjoy that? Didn't it TURN YOU ON?" She turned her little brother,
"Timmy, here's a fun idea. Why don't you see if you can make her get
wet?"
"You mean pee? Yuck!"
"No, silly. When you play with a girl's pussy, she gets 'turned on',
and you can tell because she'll get all wet and gooey. Of course, if
Jenny DOES, get wet, we'll consider it to be very naughty, right,
Timmy?"
"Yeah, right! Cool! So, how do I do it?"
"Well, just kind of stroke it, and pinch and tickle. Girls particularly
like boys to play with this little bit right here." as Nancy pointed at
Jenny's clit.
Timmy began playing with poor Jenny's defenseless pussy, throwing Jenny
into an agony of humiliation and shame. She yelled, moaned, begged, to
no avail. And sure enough, after just a couple of minutes her pussy
started getting wet and her clitoris started asserting itself. The poor
girl was getting turned on in spite of herself.
"Wow! She's getting gooey!" announced an excited Timmy. "She's being
bad, isn't she, Nancy. And she deserves more punishment for that,
right?"
"I think so, Timmy. It's really rude to get turned on when you're
supposed to be getting punished."
"Well, we'll take care of that later." Answered Timmy, and, turning to
Jenny, "Now, Jenny, the reason we've got you here in this position is
that we've got to do something about all this hair. Since I'm going to
be punishing your pussy tonight, it's not fair for it to be so protected
when your bottom and boobies weren't. Doesn't that seem right?"
Jenny was naturally too shocked to respond.
"And just to show how practical we can be, we're going to make at least
part of the hair removal also a part of your punishment. Regardez!"
and Timmy produced for Jenny's horrified viewing a pair of tweezers.
Those who have read "The Seat of Learning" know that Timmy was no
stranger at this point to dealing with a girl's pubic hair.
Through her tears, Jenny asked in a broken voice, "What's that for??"
"This!" said Timmy, and with that he grabbed a pubic hair near Jenny's
belly button and started pulling.
"Ah! Ah! Oww!" Jenny yelled, as the tension became stronger and stronger
on the chosen hair.
Yank! Out came the hair and out came a vigorous yell and jerk of pain
from Jenny.
While she was still sighing and moaning Timmy picked another hair and
quickly yanked it out.
"Yeooowwww!" yelled the poor, suffering girl, her tightly bent bum
roving around on the examination table and her cute little anus winking
seductively.
Poor Jenny! She would close her eyes to avoid seeing the horrible
conjunction of Timmy's tweezers and her pubic hair, but somehow she
couldn't keep them closed for very long. She couldn't avoid staring as
each hair was pulled slowly out, as the skin stretched as far as it
could go, as the pain built, and finally as the hair finally pulled
free, sending an unbearable burst of pain through her young pubic
region.
This was Timmy's day, and he knew it. He was in no hurry because he
knew he had plenty of time to move Jenny from one torment to the next.
After pulling out about twenty hairs from the area between Jenny's belly
button and the top of her cunt, Timmy was just getting started, but
Jenny was ready to call it a day.
"I think we'll pull one from some tenderer area, like here." and the
tweezers demonstrated by picking a pubic hair that was rooted right at
the edge of Jenny's left labia majora, right at the slit.
"But," Timmy continued, "I'm not going to pull it - you are."
Jenny could only stare in horror.
"Yes, we're going to free your right hand and YOU are going to pull this
hair out. If you don't, I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a
little persuasion from this." And Timmy held up a small strap, much
like the tawse with which I had welted Jenny's behind, but smaller in
all dimensions.
"And then - you'll STILL have to pull the hair out. Ha! Ha!"
Nancy freed Jenny's hand and guided it to grasp the tweezers which were
still holding onto the very sensitively placed curly black hair.
"Now, Jenny, pull! And you better do it quick!"
Jenny moaned in despair as she tentatively pulled on the hair, placing
painful tension in a very delicately sensitive area.
"I'll count to ten and if that hair's not out by then, you get it,
girl!" Timmy said enthusiastically.
It was a wonderful situation. Jenny couldn't win, and we couldn't lose.
Even if she succeeded in pulling out the hair, we could enjoy she pain
the was inflicting on herself. And if she failed, we would get to see
just how effective that little strap could be.
Timmy started counting backwards from ten. Jenny's efforts stretched
the labia and opened up just a bit the lovely pink gap of her luscious
cunt. The poor girl pulled as hard as she could stand, but the pink,
glistening skin at that particular location was just too sensitive. She
was hurting herself as much as she could and she started crying with the
pain, but she just couldn't force herself to pull any harder.
All too soon for Jenny, Timmy reached zero. Nancy reached down and
gently pulled Jenny's hand out of the way and Timmy brought the wicked
little strap whistling down to connect loudly with Jenny's left thigh,
perilously close to her pussy.
"Ahhhhhh! Owww! Oh! Oh!" Jenny screamed and dropped the tweezers.
Nancy let go of Jenny's hand and it went rushing to comfort her suddenly
burning inner thigh.
Nancy retrieved the tweezers and handed them back to Jenny as Timmy
said, "Now, let's try again. Practice makes perfect."
Timmy helped Jenny to find a well-placed curly black hair, right on the
edge of her pussy lip, and began to count, "10….9…8…"
Jenny presented such an amusing and delectable picture with her cute
young thighs pulled backward and well spread and her hand reaching
between her legs with the tweezers, stretching the lip of her pussy as
much as she could possibly stand.
"3…2…1…"
Timmy paused and watched with amusement as Jenny pulled extra hard and
yelled with the pain, but it just wasn't enough. Timmy counted zero,
Nancy intervened again and, whisp, snap! The strap came down in almost
exactly the same place as before, which now turned a bright red.
"Owwwww! OH! Ah!" The muscles on Jenny's cute thighs stood out and
again she again dropped the tweezers and writhed in agony.
"My goodness," said Nancy, "your self-discipline hasn't improved much
has it, Jenny? What should we do, Timmy? Should we give her another
chance?"
Timmy answered, "Yeah, but first let me show her how it's done. Maybe
she can learn by example."
He picked up the tweezers, attached them to a curly hair in the same
location as the one Jenny had failed to pull out, and, with one swift
motion, yanked the hair from her poor, highly sensitive, pussy lip.
"Agggggghhhh!!" came a long, drawn out scream from the suffering
teenager who seemed to feel the pain most acutely. The scream
gradually died off into pitiful sobs.
"Please stop!! It hurts too much! Ohhhh!" she begged.
Whisp, snap! Timmy brought the strap down again - attacking once more
the already traumatized area of thigh flesh he had been focusing on.
"Yeeeeeowwww! Owww! Owww! Ohhh! Stop! Stop!" Jenny bounced and
twisted about, at times lewdly poking her pussy and bumhole out at Timmy
and Nancy. She tried desperately to free herself, but, alas, without
effect.
