a new life

CHAPTER 6

BECOMING LITTLE GIRLS.

Jane looked at the pack of little girls panties she had purchased for her latest acquisitions. The pack contained 7 pairs of panties, designed to be worn by ten or eleven year old girls. These were for the fuller sized little girls, and Jane felt confident that the Seymour McKenzie ladies would fit into them. It didn’t matter anyway, they would wear them whatever. Jane opened the pack and removed the 7 pairs of panties and laid them out on a small table next to her chair. She picked up the description label and read it with amusement. [ These sweet 100% cotton low-rise panties feature images of butterflies, kitty cats , monkeys, strawberries and even a pair of angel wings. They have contrast colour elastic waistbands and leg bands and are machine washable. Jane grinned at the girlishness of the description. All the panties were different colours, there was pink, white, green, blue, orange, red and yellow. She would humiliate the women with these and other items of clothing. They would have a little girl day. She was getting exited at the mere thought of it. Next she opened a pack of girls vests. Pure white cotton, short sleeved, scoop neck, with a little centre bow feature. The bow was soft pink in colour. Gathering them up she delivered them to Claris, who was told about the little girls day. Although the vests were the same she told Claris that they were to choose their own panties and then each girl was to dress in one of Julies school uniform. And so the scene was set for more humiliations.

Jane and Paul sat on an elegant armchair in the master room of the mansion. Paul with his large glass of gin and tonic, and Jane with her Red wine. A knock on the door and a “Come in”. Brought a smile to their faces, as the Seymour McKenzie ladies entered the room and walked over and stood in front of their tormentors. All 3 were dressed in a school uniform. White blouse, Grey skirt, white knee socks, black hush puppy shoes and rounded off with a school tie. A sight for sore eyes. Claris stood between her 2 daughters, her blouse was slightly too small and did not close properly at the breast. Collette’s fitted slightly better. Claris was not yet crying but was very close. Her poor mind was trying hard to take in what had happened to her and her girls over the last few weeks. They were just playthings for 2 evil perverts, and yet there was nothing they could. The three women stood nervously, knowing that whatever happened it would not be nice. “ The first thing that we have to decide ladies is what age you should all be. Its obvious to me that none of you behave, act or even have the knowledge of your correct ages. Claris for a 42 year old mother of two daughters you only have the street sense of maybe a 14 year old, you would agree with that I think”. Claris could not believe what she was hearing. “ Answer me girl, see what I mean, you cant even answer a question”. Claris did not know how to answer a question like that. She had no idea what to say. It looks like she does not even have the intelligence of a 14 year old Eh Paul, more like a 12 year old Eh Claris”. Claris nodded her head. “ Yes Miss”. The first tear formed as this once proud mother answered her tormentor. “ So you agree with me then that you act and behave like a 12 year old Eh”. Jane played with her victim as she stood in front of  her dressed in her daughters school uniform and admitting that she was a 12 year old girl. “ So that is the age you think you should be is it Claris”. Claris began to sob as she agreed with Jane that she should be a 12 year old. “ Well then if you are 12 we will have to make Collette say 11, and Julie say 10, What do you think Paul, mummy 12 and two daughters one 11 and one 10”. Paul grinned evilly as he nodded his head. He had to admit that Jane was a genius at humiliation. “ Well I must admit they look wonderful in their uniforms”. said Paul. “ Are you wearing a Bra Claris”. She decided that the best way to avoid a thrashing was to play along with them. “ No Sir I am only 12 Sir”. Jane Got up and reaching out casually felt Claris’s left Tit through her blouse. “ Big Tits for a 12 year old I must admit”. Myself and Mr Paul will have to measure your Tits wont we to see if you need Bras”. Claris just nodded. “ OK ladies lets see what little girls wear under their uniform, lift your skirts and bunch them above your waist”. It was beginning again, the shame, the humiliation and the abuse. All three reached down and another day of hell began.

The three skirts were lifted as if one and soon all of them were bunched up around their waists. Claris had on a pair of blue cotton little girl panties with different coloured kitty cats all over them. Collette had on a pair of yellow cotton panties with little butterflies all over and young Julie wore pink cotton ones decorated with little farm animals. Paul let out a big laugh. “ Oh yes I love it my little girls, your panties are nice, come over here Julie lets get a better look at your panties. Julies eyes were tear stained as she approached him her skirt bunched up and little girls panties on full show. “ Yes very nice, now without looking I want you to tell Miss Jane and myself what animals are on your panties”. Paul was grinning widely as he humiliated the young girl. Julie tried to think of what were on the panties she had been made to wear. “ Sir I think there is chickens, and lambs and, pigs Sir”. She felt silly and shamed. A tear formed in the corner of her eye. “ Slowly turn for Mr Paul and let him check if you are right, which I hope for your sake you are, I expect you girls to know all details about your underwear”. Young Julie slowly turned round allowing Paul to see all the little animals on her panties. “ Well I see Lambs, and chickens, and there are a few pigs, but my dear Julie I also see cows. Looks like she did not study her underwear very well Jane”. Poor Julie hung her head in shame as she realised she would probably get punished for not knowing there were cows on her panties. It was unreal. As Jane looked on, Paul reached out a hand and placed it over Julies pussy. The girl did not move as he rubbed her through the little girls panties. “ Something is not right here Jane. Julie tell me your  age”. Julie gulped in some air as she steadied herself. “ 10 Sir I am 10”. “ Jane for a 10 year old young Julie here has an awful lot of pubic hair under these Panties, Pull them to one side girl and show me your pubic hair”. Jane stopped Julie as she was about to reach her hand down to her panties. “ No Julie you continue to hold up your school uniform, Claris you go and kneel behind your baby girl, Julie open your legs wide and Claris reach under Julie and pull your daughters panties to one side. Pull them all the way over so that Mr Paul can see all of your daughters pubic hair, and then announce that your daughters pubic hair is ready for his inspection. And say it like you mean it woman”. Claris dropped to her knees and kneeling behind Julie she performed the demeaning task. She wanted the ground to open up as she pulled on the crotch of the panties. What sort of evil monsters could make a Mother do this to her daughter. Well Claris had found them. “ Its pretty obvious that if you ladies are to be little girls then you will have to remove your bushes, stand up Claris, all three of you stand in front of Mr Paul, get your uniforms up high above your waists and pull the crotch of you panties to one side”. The sight was amazing as Paul looked at the three of them pulling these ridiculous little panties to one side revealing their bushes and pussies to him. “ Now starting with you Claris, ask Mr Paul if he would do you the honour of shaving you down below. If you are to be little girls then you should have little girls pussies”. Claris burst into tears at this awful order. She sobbed her heart out as she contemplated what she had become. “ Please Sir would you do me the honour of shaving me Sir”. Paul was getting hard at what Jane was putting this family through. “ You next Collette, and then you Julie. It just so happens I have a razor blade and foam in this room, now isn’t that a coincidence”. She laughed out load at her own joke. Only a joke to her, but not to the three women as the two daughters’ asked Paul if he would do them the honour of shaving them. As Jane went and got the razor, Paul told the three women to take off their panties and keeping their uniforms on he had them lie on their backs on a table that had been placed in the room. “ OK ladies spread your legs as far as they will go, get those uniforms up and out of the way, get your backsides in the edge of the table and lets get a good look at the Seymour-McKenzie’s hairy pussies before we make you into little girls”. The verbal humiliation was never ending as they were constantly teased and shamed about what was happening to them.

Jane gave Paul the razor and foam as he pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Claris who had been placed in the middle of her daughters. “ Now before Mr Paul begins, you are sure you want him to shave you so that your pussy is completely bald are you Claris”. What could she say. In almost a whisper she said she did. “ I did not hear you young lady, Point to your hairy pussy and asked Mr Paul if he will make your pussy bald like a little girls”. The cruelty of it was mind draining. Claris pointed to her pussy and in a louder voice asked Paul if he would shave her and make her into a little girl. “ This hair is thick Jane I think it will need cutting with scissors first before I can get the razor on it” Jane smiled as she went and got a pair of scissors. “ Sit up Claris and cut your bush with the scissors, you cant expect Mr Paul to do all the work, When you are ready for the razor, hand the scissors to Collette and she can clip her bush ready for Paul and then Julie, you do the same. When you are ready for the razor Claris, you will say out loud. Claris Seymour McKenzie ready to have her pussy shaved, so that she can be a little girl. That goes for you two. When you are shaved you will get down from the table and put your nice girly panties on. You will then lift your uniform and pull the crotch of your panties to one side, you will then go over to the mirror on the wall and study your new appearance in it. You will stay there until you are joined by both your daughters, and when all three of you are standing there with your newly shaved pussies on show, then perhaps you will fully understand your new status in life”. All three women were crying and sobbing at this new low in their lives. Claris clipped away with the scissors before handing them to Collette. “ Claris Seymour McKenzie ready for her pussy to be shaved, so she can be a little girl”. The words cut deep and as Paul put foam on her pubic hair she sobbed openly as. He rubbed it all over her and then went to work with the razor. As Paul slowly worked his way round the bush, young Collette was busy cutting her bush. What a wonderful life he thought to himself. Claris was getting balder by the second. He always marvelled at the effect a shaved pussy had. It took away a woman’s privacy, there was nothing left to hide. And as Paul finally gazed at Claris as he finished the shave, her sex looking up at him, he could see so much detail it was almost blinking at him. He dried her off and ran his fingers along the lips of the bald pussy. “ Well then get up Claris and do as you were told. Its been an eventful few days for you, not long ago you were a church going Mother of two, then you were a boy named Dick with a large cock, and now you are a little 12 year old girl with a bald pussy”. Jane laughed as her words cut deep into Claris as she stood and picked up her pair of Blue panties with the little Kitty Cats on them. Pulling them up and keeping the uniform bunched high she reached down and pulled the crotch of the panties to one side and then walked over to look at herself in the mirror. As Paul began to shave Collette he heard a grasp and a load sob as Claris looked at the sight she presented to herself in the mirror. A woman totally shamed beyond belief, as she waited for her daughters to join her.

As Paul shaved the girls Jane joined Claris at the mirror. “ Put a smile on your face girl or do you want a strapping, do you think I am going to all this trouble for you and your family, and you cant even smile. it’s the least you can do”. Before long all three women were stood in front of the mirror, and side by side they looked at their reflections in the mirror. It was humiliation beyond hope. “ OK ladies over here and stand in front of me, straighten your panties and lets see if they sit better without your bushes. Ah yes Paul I think you will agree, they look much better without the evidence of the bush. A job well done I think. Drop the uniforms and I think a nice sloppy kiss from you all to Paul for all his hard work in shaving you and making you look like the little girls you are”. She really did know how to verbally abuse. A true master at work. “ Claris remind me what age are you”. “ I am 12 Miss”. Jane circled Claris as she studied the poor woman. “ I hope you are not wearing a Bra, your far too young for a Bra”. The shame continued. “ No Miss I am wearing a vest Miss”. Jane was in her alley as circled her victim. “ Take off your blouse and show me”. Claris did not hesitate to obey as she took off the school blouse. The vest hardly covered the woman’s breasts and looked so comical on her that both Paul and Jane laughed. It sat on her breasts but was only hanging on them because of their size and the small size of the vest. It just hung over the edge of her breast and didn’t even have enough material left on it to cover any of her stomach. Take the tunic off, lets see you in your 12 year old girls underwear. Claris stood in front of them in this humiliating underwear and sobbed. The girls were made to do the same, and the family stood in total shame in their little girls underwear. “ Those vests don’t do much to hide your Titties girls, I hope you are not flaunting them. I know what young girls do, they try to make boys horny, don’t they Julie”. With that she reached out and took hold of the bottom of Julies vest and lifted it up. She only needed to lift it about six inches and the girls Tits were exposed. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. Three hard slaps bounced off Julies left Tit as Jane slapped her hard. “ That will teach you to show off your Tits to the boys, they are hardly covered in these vest, Paul would you do me a favour. and slap Claris and Collette on their Tits, I am disgusted with them. You try to help people and that’s the way they treat you”. Paul did not need a second invitation. “ Blouses off ladies and lift your vests, if you want to show your Tits to the boys then lets expose them. Collette and Julie obeyed the order and Paul took great delight in slapping their ample Tits several times. Julie in particular found the Tit punishment very hard, she seemed to be more sensitive than the others. “ They look very fetching in their little girl panties and their vest pulled up, I must say Jane it would make a wonderful photo”. Jane’s face widened into a wide grin. “ How right you are Paul, what a wonderful idea. I will go and get the camera, amuse yourself with the girls whilst I am away”. That was easy. God they looked so pitiful in their underwear, it was meant to humiliate and that’s exactly what it did. It did not take Jane long to arrive back, camera in hand. “ Right ladies lets get a few mementoes. Stand in a line and hold hands, that’s it, I want one of you in your underwear. Smile for the camera, come on all of you say cheese”. Jane looked at the result as she played it back on the camera. “ Julie you are not smiling enough on this photo, that’s a thrashing you have earned, I am sick of telling you girls. That is two thrashings you are to get, one for not smiling and one for not knowing you had little cows on your panties. Pull yourself together child, now I am going to take the photo again, and smile this time”. This time all made sure that they smiled and Jane was pleased with the result. “ Now ladies, lift your vests up and over your breasts, lets see your little girls Tits on this one.”. Again the photo she took was amazing as the three of them held hands, their little girl panties with their little designs on them, and their small white vests up and over their Tits. “ Good now lets pull your little panties to one side and get one of your Tits, and your bald pussy”. As the women pulled their panties to the side, Claris let out a deep moan. This was a woman in deep distress. Finally Jane had them turn round, and bend over, reach behind them and pull aside their panties. As she snapped the photos all three were crying. Tears fell down their cheeks and landed on the floor. Finally the ordeal over, they were allowed to stand and face their tormentors. “ Tell me Claris, what do you think a young 12 year old thinks of as her body changes”. Claris dropped her head in shame as she struggled with her ordeal. “ What’s happening to her Miss, please Miss don’t do this to us, let us go, Miss we are dying inside Miss, have Mercy Miss, please have Mercy”. Jane looked directly into her eyes. They had a glazed look about them, they were the eyes of a broken woman. “ Well we have two young girls here who are changing physically, and we have a gentleman who is here to help. We don’t want to pass up this wonderful opportunity de we. So what we will do is give Mr Paul an anatomy lesson, or at least you will. You will give Mr Paul a lesson about the female body, using your daughters as the teaching aids. Claris hardly took in what was being said to her. Paul I am going to take care of the photos, I have a few ideas in mind that I think you and the ladies will like. Whist I am gone could you take care of Julies punishments. I think two with the strap on the inside of each thigh for not knowing about the cows on her panties. And as for not smiling, well I will leave that to you Paul, but I have no doubt that whatever Paul does, you will be smiling on my return.

Paul took up the 2 inch black leather strap, swinging it in the air. He told Julie to go and stand by the table, the same table she had been shaved on. He had her stand on one leg, and put the other one on the table. This she was unable to do because the panties were too tight to allow the leg to swing up onto the table. “ Take the panties off and get your leg up”. Julie sobbed as she removed the small pink panties and swung her right leg up onto the table. Paul smirked as he looked at the effect this had. Her inner thigh was on the total show and her bald pussy was winking at him. A truly remarkable sight. Julie was finding it hard to keep her balance, she knew the view she was presenting but the thought of losing her balance was beginning to make her panic. Paul stepped up to her and ran his hand along the offered inside thigh. Her skin was so smooth, not for long would it remain like that but Paul felt the thigh for several minutes as his victim whimpered as she was being felt up. Placing a finger on her pussy lips he gently rubbed between them. Julie was crying buckets, her whole life and that of her family had changed completely. Her life was over. Paul took a step back, and pulling the strap over his shoulder he brought the strap down with as hard as he could. The scream Julie let out was blood curdling. Never had the young girl felt such intense pain. It soared through her thigh as she tried to keep her balance. It was impossible and she fell over and curled up like a ball as she screamed into the air. “ Get up this instance girl, place the other leg up on the table and take up the stance, failure to do that in 30 seconds will mean that one does not count”. Julie scrambled up and with difficulty and managed to take up her position. After 5 minutes and 3 more hard straps she was reduced to a blabbering mess. Paul had all three of them stand in front of him naked. A sight fit for a king. “ Julie was having great difficulty stopping crying as the insides of both thighs burnt with pain. “ Hands on the back of your heads ladies and push those Tits out. Julie you are to get 5 on each Tit maybe that will make you smile”. The girl was beside herself as she dropped to her knees and started to kiss Paul’s feet. In between kissing she was begging for mercy. A young women broken. Paul let her continue to beg and kiss as he looked at Claris. Grinning he reached out and felt her wonderful Tit. Behind the tears he could see pure hatred, but she stood still and let him abuse her. “ Changing times eh Claris, up Julie present your Tits for the strapping, because if the punishment isn’t over by the time Miss Jane returns I would not like to be you”. This put terror into the young woman as she jumped up and took up the required humiliating pose. As the strap was brought down with awful speed the pain going through her Tits was unbearable. Finally her ordeal was over. Her head was spinning as she took in that she had been thrashed for not smiling, and not knowing that she had cows printed on her little girl panties. “ I am sure you will all be smiling when your friend Miss Jane returns”. Laughing out loud at his remark, Paul was in a state of arousal. “ Who would like to suck me off ladies I am sure you all would, but only one of you can”. Just then Jane arrived back carrying a large bag. “ Oh come on Paul, I heard that, use your imagination, I would think that if they share your cock round all 3 of them could suck you off, couldn’t you Claris”. Claris put her hands up to her face and sobbed like a child. “ I asked you girl, would it be possible for all three of you to cock share, failure to answer will result in your Tits and thighs looking and feeling like Julies”. A trickle of urine ran down the thighs of the Mother as she lost control. “ Yes Miss Jane we could Miss, please have mercy on us Miss, no more beatings Miss, please no more pain”. Jane looked at the sight of the Mother and two daughters naked and standing side by side. Young Julie with a forced smile on her face, her Tits going purple from the strap and her thighs the same colour. “ Collette pick up your Mothers panties and wipe up her piss, dry her thighs with them and then give them to her”. Was there no end to the shame and humiliation these women had to endure. Jane had them kneel in front of Paul, take his trousers and boxers down and Claris was told to start to suck his cock, and then share it out. The poor woman was sucking when thump, she felt a slap around the back of her head. “ Share it girl, don’t hog it all, your daughters want to suck as well, don’t you girls”. Both sisters told her they did as Claris passed the fully erect cock to Collette. Taking it gingerly into her mouth, she started to gag. “ Oh dear me girl that has earned you a thrashing, now continue and each time you gag just continue on. The one thing you do not do when sucking a gentleman’s cock is gag. Collette tried her best but continued to gag, but she managed to continue to keep putting the cock in her mouth. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she sucked for all she was worth. “ Have you ever sucked cock Julie”. Julie was in a sea of pain as she looked up at Jane. “ No Miss”. She managed to say as she heard poor Collette gag again. “ Give the cock to Julie and stand up here in front of me”. Julie took the cock and without hesitation put it in her mouth. “ Get that cock out of your mouth you ungrateful young girl. Don’t think that you should thank Mr Paul for being the first man to put his cock in your mouth”. Julie could not believe what was happening to her. “ Yes Miss sorry Miss, Sir thank you Mr Paul for being the first man to put your cock in my mouth, thank you very much Sir”. With that she put it in her mouth and started to suck. She was fumbling all over the place. “ Slow down girl and suck it nice and gently, I will leave you and your Mother to deal with Paul’s cock whilst I attend to Collette”. Jane smiled as she looked at Julie sucking and her Mother kneeling next to her. Looking at Collette she asked her what a young lady does not do when sucking a gentleman’s cock. “ Gag Miss you should not gag”. Just then Julie started to gag violently, and pulling the cock out of her mouth, she dry retched. “ Oh dear it looks like your little sister is having the same trouble, Julie get over here, Claris suck Mr Paul whilst I deal with your daughters. Claris took the cock and whilst she sucked Paul off she heard her daughters being thrashed in the background. The cries of them were awful, but she was powerless to help them. She tried to block out the screams as she sucked, suddenly Paul started to come. “ Swallow it all girl every last drop shouted Paul as he came in a frenzy. Claris tried to swallow but missed bits as he pulled out of her and then pushed it in again. His orgasm over he had her clean his cock with her piss wet girly panties. Jane had finished trashing the girls and poor Julie was in a state as not only her Tits and thighs but now her bottom had been thrashed. The women were allowed to compose themselves before being told to get dressed again in their little girl clothes. Claris was made to put on the panties that were not only piss stained but cum stained. When they were dressed Jane took the bag she had entered the room with and took out three large picture frames. Each one contained four photos. One frame was for Claris, one for Julie and one for Collette. As they all looked at the frame they had been given, they started to moan and cry. Each frame contained the photos that Jane had taken earlier. One in their little girls underwear, one with their little vest up and over their Tits, one with them pulling their panties to one side and finally the one taken with them bent down showing their pussies. The quality of the photos was superb and showed every detail of the families humiliation. “ These frames will be placed on your dressing room table and will be constant reminder of your new life. You may all kneel and kiss my feet as a thank you for the very generous gift of the frames I have just given you”.  Could any woman be so cruel. Having kissed and thanked her she informed them that she would not expect Claris to give Mr Paul an anatomy class that day as it would not be fair on him having to look at their bruises. “What I think I will do is let their skins heal and then maybe invite a few people round and maybe you can give your anatomy class to an audience, that sounds like a good idea doesn’t it”. Claris was broken. “ Please Miss Jane don’t beat us any more, we will be good Miss, you wont need to beat us Miss”. Jane felt a sense of pride as she looked at this once proud woman. “ Who owns you and your family Claris Seymour McKenzie”. On uneasy legs Claris was over trying to fight. “ You do Miss Jane, you are our owner Miss”. She broke down and sobbed, but she was defeated. “ Well that’s as maybe Claris but there are several tests I will put you through first before I will be convinced that you are broken. We will go and get the girls treated and then I will decide what to do”.

Jane left the family alone for the next three days, letting the wounds heal before she had them stand in front of them.

She informed them that she was going to allow them to go to church as she knew it had formed a great part of their lives. Only two at a time would be allowed to attend and the other would be kept back at the mansion with Paul. If they tried anything silly Paul would deal with the one left behind. Claris could not take this in. “ Aren’t you going to thank me Claris, I think its very kind of me considering the problems you have given me”. Jane teased the woman as she toyed with her emotions. “ Tomorrow is Sunday so I will accompany yourself and Collette to Mass and young Julie can stay here and  entertain Mr Paul. Perhaps whilst we are in church he can enjoy taking her virginity”. Claris hung her head in shame but said nothing. She knew she was powerless and she did not want either herself or her girls hurt again.

The next day the three women were told to report for breakfast at 8.00 am dressed for church, and found themselves eating with their tormentors. Jane was a master at humiliation and although the women had gone through a great deal there were many shameful acts still left for them to do. Some of those they would do today. Dressed in their finery, they made a fine sight as Jane walked up and down the line of them as if she was inspecting some sort of furniture. Paul was sat in an armchair reading a newspaper as if the scene around him was the most natural in the world. “ Go over to Mr Paul and Claris you stand in front of him, Collette you stand behind your Mother and Julie you stand behind Collette”. When they were in position Jane had Claris pull up her grey tight skirt and bunch it up around her waist. Paul put down his paper and took in a sight which he never got tired of. Underneath her flesh coloured Pantyhose Were a pair of white full cut panties with little lacy fleeces to the top of the waist and around the bottom. Very pretty and fitted her like a glove. Claris blushed deeply as this was a pose she had never got use to. Collette reach in front of you and take hold of  your Mothers skirt and keep it held high. She is going to need her hands. The indignity of having to hold up her Mothers dress was great on poor Collette but she did it without prompting. “ Now Claris you are to remove your pantyhose and put on the pair of black stockings that Mr Paul will give you”. With her eldest daughter holding up her skirt Claris put on the stockings. Something she had not worn in many years. They felt funny on her. Paul handed her a black garter belt and she was made to put that on. Paul grinned as he looked at her. It made her look so sexy. She felt so vulnerable stood in front of this man dressed like this. Jane handed her a silver chain from which hung a large round pendant. On the pendant was engraved in large letters . 

                                         Claris Seymour McKenzie.

                                                    Property of

                                             Miss Jane and Mr Paul.

Claris’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at the jewellery. “ unclasp the chain dear Claris and pull your panties down and hook it onto the crotch. The pendant is to hang on the outside of your panties dangling between your thighs”. With total and utter shame Claris lowered her panties and fixed the chain as instructed. Paul felt his cock twitch as he looked at her shaven pussy. When Claris had pulled her panties up the pendant hung between her thighs about six inches below her panties. Claris was mortified, tears welled up as Paul reached out and flicked the pendant with his finger causing it to sway between her legs. “ Take the skirt from your daughter and still with it bunched up walk round the room for us. Show us how it will swing”. Waves of humiliation swept over her as she felt it hitting her thighs as she walked. “ That will remind you all day long who owns you girl, now go over to the mirror and look at your new self, then come back here and show your appreciation by giving both myself and Mr Paul a long slow French kiss”. When Claris looked at herself in the mirror she felt her heart skip a beat. What had happened to her. Standing in front of a mirror, her skirt pulled up and bunched around her waist. She had on black stockings and a black garter belt, and hanging from the crotch of her white panties was a pendant which said her name and that she was someone’s property. She approached Paul and bent down and thanked him for her present before putting her lips to his and started to kiss him. When he opened his mouth she put her tongue into his mouth and began to French kiss him. Paul felt her naked thighs as she kissed him. She was in hell but she was determined not to get beaten. Finally she stopped the kiss and hoped that she had satisfied him. Next she approached Jane and after thanking her she began the French kiss. She was not into women in any shape or form as the shame of what she was doing was immense. As she kissed Jane, her new owner placed her hand on Claris’s backside and rubbed her through her panties. Jane finally let her finish the kiss and after allowing her to let her skirt down, she was made to walk round the room fully dressed. The pendant hit both side of her thighs as she walked. A constant reminder of her new status in life. It was probably the one act out of all the Horrible things she had been made to do that ripped the heart out of her. “ Go and stand behind your youngest daughter, and wait until you are needed. Colleen skirt up for Mr Paul”. Colleen pulled up the Red flowery knee length skirt and stood showing off her nearly black pantyhose under which she had on black hipster style panties. She was made to take off the hose and put on stockings and a black garter belt. Colleen had never before worn a garter belt. It felt strange, and to her dirty. Whist she was putting it on her young sister was made to hold up the skirt. Tears were the order of the morning as the family were brought down to another level. Paul handed over the pendant and watched as the young attractive 20 year old pulled down her panties and attached it to the crotch of the black panties. Pulling them up she heaved a huge sigh as the pendant dangled from her panties and between her thighs. Julie was next to pull up her blue denim skirt, bunching it up over her waist. A pair of blue cotton briefs was all she had under them. Taking the slave pendant from Paul she clipped it into the panties and let the pendant drop to dangle. All three were made to go and stand in front of the mirror and with their skirts and dresses pulled up high, were made to look at the image the family presented. It broke their hearts as they sobbed silently, trying not to upset their tormentors. Jane had them adjust their clothing and told both Claris and Collette to get their coats. “ A nice trip to church to ask forgiveness for your sins will be just the ticket Eh ladies”. Just before they left for church Jane added a final touch of humiliation to young Julies shame. Making her stand in front of her, she took the waist of the denim skirt and rolling it over not once but several times she shortened it to mid thigh. The tops of the stockings were visible, with about an inch of bare leg. But the coup de coeur for Jane was the fact that the pendant was visible as it dangled under the hem of the skirt from her panties. Julie was made to walk round the room, and what a sight she made as the pendant slapped against her thighs. The girl began to sob out loud as she was made to look at herself in the mirror. The shame and humiliation ran through her whole body as she look at her reflection. “ Come ladies church awaits us and you Julie behave for Mr Paul. If he tells me you do not behave you will be one sorry girl”.