The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : Forced to Please

The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : Forced to please

Chapter 3: A shameful party piece 

                 

          27 year old office manager Lisa James groaned as her abdomen suddenly tightened and cramped painfully. Her young niece grinned and watched with undisguised interest as her naked and crimson faced Auntie crouched down in the empty bath.

          “Please let me go Miss! Please! Please! Please!” she begged.

          “But Jean said you always have to hold it for at least fifteen minutes,” was the amused response. Lisa so needed to go to the toilet! She was absolutely desperate! The griping in her bowels was becoming totally unbearable. She detested having enemas but they had become a regular event where she was concerned, ever since her landlady, Mrs Henderson, had realised just how much her lodger hated having her anus touched and examined and worse! And only half an hour earlier the “worse” had happened…she shivered with disgust at the fresh memory of the old man’s bloated erection and the utter shame she’d felt as he’d forced it into her bottomhole. But that was nothing compared to how dirty she’d felt once he’d begun to bugger her, pushing his stiff cock deep inside her narrow anal tunnel and pulling it out again. She’d been overcome by the dreadful sensations of being abnormally full and abnormally stretched! She’d had no choice of course because at that moment he’d been her Master. She’d had to be obedient, be a good girl and do exactly as she was told, no matter how degrading, no matter how shameful, or she’d be punished. But it had been thirty minutes of personal hell!

          “Ok, I’ll let you go, but be quick about it,” the girl said with a cruel grin.

          Once Lisa had returned from the toilet Holly made her spread her legs achingly wide and bend over the edge of the bathtub. The older woman turned her head and watched with dread as the young girl squeezed the rubber bulb, with its short stiff tube, and refilled it from the wash basin that was full of very hot soapy water.

          “Nnnnnngggggg! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!” she gasped, her teeth chattering as she felt the horrid thing once more pushing its way inside her poor abused bumhole. Her knuckles turned white as she desperately gripped the edge of the porcelain bath.

          “Oh please Miss don’t! Not again! Please!” But already she could feel the hot water squirting into her bottom. She began to pant as the awful shame consumed her. Holly refilled the bulb three times before she was satisfied that her squirming and very unhappy Auntie wasn’t able to take another drop! She looked curiously at the tiny crinkled rear entrance that was being rudely exposed between the open buttocks. Lisa was desperately using all of her strength to keep it clenched shut but the effort was making her shake uncontrollably. She sobbed brokenly as a little dribble of fluid escaped.

          “Well get in!” Holly snapped.

          “I don’t want any of your disgusting mess on my floor!” On shaking legs, and squeezing her anus closed as tightly as she could manage, Lisa stepped gingerly into the bath. After an agonisingly long ten minutes she was given the permission she was so frantically craving, and allowed to go and empty herself, again. She couldn’t help blushing shamefully at the sounds that her bottom produced as the fluid spurted and gushed noisily into the toilet bowl.

          Having to address her smirking niece as “Miss” and having to do exactly what the girl told her to do made Lisa feel so incredibly ashamed that she could hardly bear it. Maybe it was because Holly was her sister’s daughter, that they were related, that made the humiliation feel so much more intense. It was so so wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she also knew that her landlady had engineered the current situation precisely because of that! Horribly,  the shame of having to carry out the most mortifying and rude things combined with the humiliation and shame of being physically punished, besides triggering her submissiveness, also stimulated her sexually. The intensity of each went hand in hand, always driving her towards the very edge of what she could possibly bear but also ultimately towards the exquisite release of orgasm. Of course Mrs Henderson was determined to degrade her submissive lodger as completely as she could, so having one of Lisa’s relations involved certainly added enormously to the fun! Plus the girl’s youth increased the potency of her toy’s mental suffering. It was always much more difficult for Lisa to submit to her tormentors if they were younger than herself, and of course Mrs Henderson was well aware of the fact…so as often as possible the older woman ensured that her helpless plaything was used and abused by a teenager, or more deliciously by a group of them. That Holly had a sadistic disposition and also happened to be Lisa’s niece was a wonderfully cruel, and fortunate, twist of fate!     

          Once stood beneath the shower, and gratefully luxuriating in the piping hot water that was cascading down her body, Lisa felt much better. Holly, thankfully, had left her to wash herself. She knew it was a rare moment of privacy so tentatively smoothed the soft foamy shower gel over her curves before carefully cleaning between her legs. Her pussy tingled and she gasped when her fingers brushed her clit. Despite, or maybe because of, the shameful things that she’d been made to do during the afternoon it was hard and sticking out, but she tried to ignore the demanding throbbing as she obediently washed her bottom. After a final rinse her skin felt fresh and glowing. When her niece returned a few minutes later she found her Auntie kneeling on the floor, as instructed, next to the bath, her hands on her head, knees spread wide and her eyes submissively downcast.    

          “Your dress is on the bed and I’ve left some knickers out for you,” said Holly as she casually stripped out of her clothes whilst at the same time gazing at the delicate pink lips on show between her Aunt’s open thighs.

          “Wear your new shoes and do your make-up, I don’t want my friends thinking you’re some kind of cheap little tart.” She giggled brightly as, unable to resist, she stepped forwards and pressed her pussy against the kneeling woman’s mouth.

          “Lick,” she said huskily. It took only seconds before the young girl’s excited moans and gasps began to drift through the house.

          The doorbell rang. Holly couldn’t help smiling at the worried look that immediately flashed across Lisa’s red face.

          “You will only speak when you’re spoken to and you’ll keep your eyes directed to the floor, unless you’re told otherwise, do you understand?”

          “Yes Miss,” was the quiet reply.

          “Good, now take the tray into the front room and stand next to the fireplace and I don’t want to hear a word out of you until we’re ready to start.” Lisa’s anxiety had been building since she’d finished getting dressed but now it was almost out of control, she couldn’t stop herself trembling and shaking. It took all of her concentration to prevent the wine flutes from clinking together as, wobbling dangerously on the high stiletto heels, she made her way unsteadily down the hall. Holly couldn’t help grinning as she watched her outrageously attired Auntie tottering away towards the lounge. Lisa’s face blushed hotly when she heard her niece sniggering but the heat in it suddenly increased, along with her nervousness, when she went through the doorway and saw the items that were laid out on the top of the sideboard. Oh God no! Pleeeeease no! The dildo, awful anal plug, nipple clips and, worst of all, Mrs Henderson’s leather strap were all there!   

          Alone in the room she heard the front door opening and then a group of people suddenly talking excitedly, interspersed with loud bursts of laughter. She recognised Luke’s voice immediately and cringed inside when she thought of what she’d been made to do in his parents’ shop earlier in the day.

          “What, she’s in there waiting for us? Oh my God!” It was a different male voice and sounded like its’ owner was horribly young! Noooooo please! Her pussy immediately started to throb urgently adding to the sickly feelings that were already churning in her stomach. The knickers that Holly had given her to wear were plain blue cotton and a very snug fit so everything, including her amazingly sensitive clitoris, was being squeezed firmly together to form a pronounced bulge. Horribly she could feel herself growing increasingly hot and tingly down there and it took only a flicker of imagination to convince herself that she was oozing uncontrollably. Noooooooooo! The gusset would be getting wetter and wetter and they’d see what she’d done and comment on what a dirty girl she was and then she’d be punished for her disgusting behaviour and it would happen in front of all of them!

          Lisa’s face was already scarlet with embarrassment, which wasn’t surprising considering what she was wearing...it was a new, and totally hideous, “party dress” that made her look like some sort of bizarre Alice in Wonderland! It was perfectly styled on what a small child would wear if invited to a friends’ birthday celebration, right down to the big satin bow that cinched it in at the waist. A pretty blue frill edged its’ hem but there any similarity ended…besides being obscenely short, revealing almost all of its’ owners’ thighs, it also had a plunging neckline combined with a very tight bodice. The effect was to push Lisa’s full globes up and forwards whilst at the same time only just keeping her swollen and very stiff nipples concealed from view. Any sudden movement or even bending over slightly too far would almost certainly result in her breasts being revealed to anyone in the vicinity. She swallowed, her mouth feeling incredibly dry…and now Holly’s guests were arriving and they were going to look at her, look at all of her, every last bit, and touch her and…and…and goodness knows what else was going to happen! Knowing that she was going to be punished was dreadful enough in itself, but having to endure whatever Holly had in mind whilst, no doubt, naked in front of a group of teenagers was quite simply horrifying!

          Holly had invited four of her closest friends to enjoy the evening’s entertainment. They all knew each other incredibly well, having holidayed together during the previous summer. Plenty of cheap wine and beer, clubbing and drunken skinny dipping meant that they had few secrets from one another, but when she’d told them about her Aunt they’d all, unsurprisingly, stared at her in disbelief…before wanting to know every detail! Craig and Mark, together with Emma, her best friend at Uni, were all on the same course. Luke, who had already sampled the delights of Lisa’s submissive nature, she’d known the longest and the most intimately, but as a group they all got on incredibly well and she knew that each of them would “appreciate” the chance of actually meeting her Auntie.

          As the giggling teenagers noisily jostled each other through the doorway and into the lounge Lisa’s already red face grew suddenly hotter. Their curious eyes were roaming all over her, she could feel it. For several moments, as they all settled themselves onto the sofa and armchairs, the room remained silent. Lisa kept her eyes glued to the carpet by her feet unable to stop herself trembling. Much to her dismay the wine glasses on the tray began to clink together. Holly giggled, the show was most definitely about to start!

          “This is Lisa, she’s been a very naughty and very dirty little girl haven’t you?”

          “Yes Miss.” The almost whispered reply broke the tension in the room releasing gales of disbelieving laughter from the group.

          “So she’s really going to do as she’s told? And you’re going to make her strip and then spank her?” Holly just nodded enjoying the rising excitement.

          “That’s so cool! Oh man!” Mark and Craig grinned like idiots whilst Luke shared a knowing smile with Holly. Emma still had a shocked expression on her face as she stared at the ridiculously dressed older woman. She was still having trouble really believing that any of it was happening when she suddenly noticed the selection of items laid out on the sideboard.

          “Oh my God,” she said incredulously which drew the attention of the others who all examined the “things” with wide eyes.

          “So young lady you can tell my friends here why you deserve to have your bottom smacked…well go on!” snapped Holly as she stood up and began opening a bottle of red wine. Lisa glanced at her niece, her growing panic clearly visible in her eyes.

          “Who gave you permission to look up?” The tone of Holly’s voice made Lisa squirm. 

          “I’m sorry Miss, I’m sorry!”

          “Now tell everyone why you’re going to get your big fat bottom well and truly thrashed tonight you little tart! I won’t tell you again!” As the young girl began to pour the wine Lisa did her utmost to keep the tray still but she was just so incredibly nervous, and her arms were aching horribly, so unsurprisingly the glasses shook and swayed causing Holly to spill almost as much as she poured.

          “Oh for goodness sake!” she said angrily.

          “Put it down and get your hands on your head and for the last time…tell your betters why you need to be punished.”

          Being forced to put her hands on her head made Lisa’s breasts lift and bulge even more dangerously in the low cut top. Any slight movement and she knew that they’d spring into view, allowing her grinning audience to see her hugely erect nipples. Noooooooo! Please No! Worse still the hem was now lifted almost to the tops of her thighs. They were fully on display whilst the bulge of her pussy was only just hidden beneath the horrid things frilly edge.

          “I…I…I…I let a boy touch me,” she said very quietly her face glowing with heat.

          “Get on with it you stupid girl, he didn’t just touch you did he? Tell everyone what else you let him do!” Trying to clear her throat and drowning in shame Lisa, with some further cajoling from Holly, told them how old the boy had been and how she’d had to strip for him before letting him touch her boobs, her pussy and her “bumhole”. When she said that they all giggled at her obvious embarrassment, her face seeming to grow an even darker shade of red as they watched…if that were possible! Squirming with humiliation she was made to tell them everything. She had no choice so described in a shaking voice how she’d sucked his stiff penis before “allowing” him to fuck and bugger her. Their sniggering and clear enjoyment of her predicament made her want to run from the room and hide, but she couldn’t, she knew she couldn’t.

          “So now you can see what a little slut Lisa here is, you can see why she needs a firm hand to keep her in line.” Holly couldn’t stop herself grinning happily as she went around the room and handed everyone a full glass.

          “And as I’m sure you’ve all noticed she has a pair of nice big breasts. Problem is she really enjoys showing them, and everything else she’s got, to anyone who wants to look. Isn’t that right girl?” Lisa was so ashamed that she couldn’t manage a reply, so just nodded, as she knew she was supposed to.

          “Hold it up higher than that, come on, we know you want to!” Unable to stifle a tiny pitiful sob she did as she was told, lifting the hem of the skirt as high as she could allowing her grinning tormentors an uninterrupted view of her smooth thighs and knicker-clad pussy. It bulged rudely forwards towards them. She knew the gusset was already damp and sticky and shivered with worry. They were going to see! Going to see how wet she was!

          “Would you like everyone to have a proper look at you? Mmmmm?” Lisa’s face burned. She shook her head. Nooooooooo!

          “I know you’re lying you naughty girl, I think that’s exactly what you want,” said Holly as she stepped forwards and slowly pulled the offending cotton panties down her trembling Auntie’s legs. Lisa whimpered and screwed her eyes tightly shut as her hairless vulval folds were fully revealed to her watching audience for the first time. To her absolute horror she realised that her engorged clitoral knob was also on show! She could feel it throbbing and tingling as it poked out from beneath its delicate hood.

          “What’s this you disgusting little tart?” asked Holly sharply. Lisa opened her eyes and stared, her face immediately burning with shame, as her niece held up the knickers for everyone to see. The thin strip of cotton, that up to few seconds ago, had been tightly cupping her vaginal mound, was generously coated with shiny secretions.

          They took it in turns to spank the smoothly rounded globes. A giggling Holly went first so she could demonstrate to her friends that…there was really no need to hold back. After all, her Aunt’s gloriously pert rear was designed precisely for the purpose, designed to absorb punishment! Laid across her nieces lap, with the back of the horrid dress turned well up out of the way, Lisa screwed her eyes shut as her shameful exposure continued. As soon as she’d been forced down over the waiting knees she’d felt her boobs slip out from their flimsy covering. Now they were hanging down fully on display with her painfully stiff nipples pointing embarrassingly in all directions as she bounced under the stinging smacks. Hitting the wobbling buttocks one after the other initially brought a stream of gasps from Lisa but these quickly changed to groans and squeals as the heat in her bottom began to increase. She tried to keep her bum cheeks clenched tightly together in a forlorn attempt at hiding her private parts from the laughing teenagers but the pain quickly and easily overcame her efforts. Soon she was squirming and writhing, her buttocks clenching and opening wide as she tried desperately to escape the stinging blows. She knew they were seeing everything, seeing her pussy, her wet pussy, and no doubt her bumhole too! Her face burned with shameful humiliation as her niece changed places with one of her friends, squealing and starting to cry as the new palm began to rain smacks down onto her already sore bottom. And it got steadily worse, the pain and stinging and heat becoming unbearable as each of them took a turn, each seemingly hitting her harder, with fresh enthusiasm, when their chance came. It no longer mattered if it was a boy or a girl who was punishing her because it seemed to go on and on and on. By the time they’d all finished she was left kneeling in front of them, tears rolling unchecked down her face, her uncovered breasts swaying and juddering as she clasped her hands to her burning bottom.

          “Stand up girl!” snapped Holly.

          She was made to pose for them. Made to turn around and bend over, right over, so they could all look at her hot bum cheeks. Her boobs were swinging and wobbling as she did as she was told. She wanted to push them back inside the top of the awful dress but was too afraid to do so, knowing that Holly would punish her if she did even the slightest thing without permission!

          “I think before we start the next part of her punishment we’ll take a break, so you can all get a top up…and maybe get to know my Auntie a bit more, er…intimately!” Lisa didn’t like the sound of that at all, and if she’d seen the wicked smirk on Holly’s face it would have chilled her to the bone, and of course she’d have been right to worry!

          “Take that stupid dress off, I know you want to show my friends everything you’ve got!” Their cruel sniggering made Lisa sob with humiliation as she reached up and reluctantly started to undo the ridiculous bow…

          She felt so excruciatingly ashamed that she wanted to die! Quite literally! Her face was a mask of acute embarrassment, bright red and hot, almost as red and hot as her bum cheeks. The music wasn’t particularly loud but its pounding rhythm perfectly matched the thudding of her heart. With her wrists firmly secured behind her back by the leather cuffs she had no way of covering herself. She was totally naked except for the high heels so everything was on display. And as she “danced”, as she’d been ordered to do by her smiling niece, her big boobs, now fully unrestrained and unsupported, bounced and wobbled and swung in every direction, her flint-like nipples jutting out and describing circles and figure-of-eights in the air, much to the delight of her giggling audience.

          “C’mon, let’s have more effort than that, surely you don’t call what you’re doing sexy? You’re supposed to be performing a lap dance, entertaining us and getting the boys excited!” Lisa groaned as the mind-numbing humiliation grew. Twisting and turning and rolling her hips she tried to do as she was told but was feeling so self-conscious that the natural co-ordination that she would usually possess was almost non-existent. The fact that her hands were bound behind her back, together with trying to balance on the high heels, didn’t help! So instead of a sensuous bump and grind all she was managing was a stumble and jerk, her movements making her boobs bounce and judder all over the place. She could feel her pussy lips throbbing and trying to gape apart as she stepped clumsily from side to side, acutely aware that more sticky fluid was oozing from her with each passing moment.

          “Absolutely hopeless,” said Holly with a sly smile as she picked up Mrs Henderson’s strap and stepped behind her Aunt.

          “Crack!” Lisa squealed and jerked to the side as it caught her fully across one of her already sore bum cheeks.

          “Crack!” It sounded like a gun shot in the confines of the small sitting room as the strap wrapped around the other soft globe.

          “Thwack! Slap! Crack!” Holly swung the supple leather into each writhing cheek in turn, swinging the strap left and right in a steady rhythm. Lisa shrieked and panted and twisted frantically as she tried to keep her balance, tottering on the stiletto heels as her boobs jiggled and wobbled uncontrollably in her efforts to avoid the stinging strokes. 

          “ARRRGH! OWWWWWWWW! Please Miss! AAAAAAAAH! Please stop!”

          “She’s putting some effort in now!” laughed Mark as he watched the show.

          “Very sexy!” one of the others commented. The strap stopped swinging.

          “Stand still,” said Holly sternly. Lisa tried her best to do as she was told but the burning stripes wouldn’t let her. Her wounded cheeks continued clenching and her hips rolling involuntarily as she sobbed brokenly in front of her grinning tormentors.

          “Now who would like a few minutes to examine the little tart?” Unsurprisingly the three boys eagerly accepted. Emma blushed shyly and looked unsure but then even she nodded. It wasn’t a chance she’d ever had before.

          “Remember she’s not allowed to come. She’s being punished and dirty little girls need to learn to control themselves.” Lisa’s face turned crimson with shame.

          It was decided that whilst each of them took a turn the others would help prepare the food so Craig, who was going first, suddenly found himself alone with the naked woman. He could hardly believe his luck! She was stunning, big boobs and nipples and best of all a shaved pussy! And her hands were tied behind her back so she couldn’t stop him touching anything he wanted! His cock was actually starting to ache because it was so hard!  Slowly he walked around her looking at every beautiful curve and crease and then he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Before she’d gone into the kitchen Holly had produced a small kitchen towel (“for wiping your hands, the slut leaks like a tap!”) and to their amazement a rubber ball gag which she’d forced into her helpless Aunties mouth before buckling it tightly at the back of her head. Besides being defenceless physically Lisa was now also made basically dumb. Any coherent complaints she might want to make had been effectively silenced. Her eyes looked pleadingly at the teenager but that only seemed to excite him more. She jumped when he grabbed her elbow and pulled her over to the dining chair that they’d all spanked her over a short time earlier. Acutely aware of her nudity she could feel every exposed part wobbling and jiggling. The shameful sensations made her face burn as did the unwanted tingling emanating from her clitoral knob, a tingling that was growing stronger with every passing minute. It was happening again! Oh God! Noooooooo! Why did she let it happen? What was the matter with her? She was feeling so ashamed but so so horny that she could hardly bear it! The decision to cede control to her landlady Mrs Henderson, where her sexual needs and her behaviour were concerned, had been a life changing moment. It was the step that had finally made her fantasies into realities and now it had brought her to another moment of absolute humiliation. She hated the shameful things that she was forced to do by Jean and her friends, but at the same time her submissive nature and her appetite for sexual gratification were fed to overflowing! She shuddered as the reality of her situation hit home. With a huge smile plastered on his face the boy sat down. Lisa felt herself blushing furiously as he looked at her exposed charms and then she was gurgling and squirming as his young hands began to slide over her nudity.

          First he cupped and weighed her boobs, squeezing and lifting the heavy globes for several minutes, before concentrating his attention on their engorged tips. She moaned into the gag as they were pinched and pulled. And then she groaned again as he leant forwards and sucked on each in turn. The shame was overpowering. Having to allow a teenage boy to touch and tease her made her feel light headed, not only with humiliation, but also with need! He turned her sideways, one of his hands sliding down over her buttocks, the other coming to rest on her trembling belly. She tried to say “No”, tried to protest but her muffled pleas were ignored as he carried on with his intimate probings. 

          “Spread your legs.” It was said quietly but she found herself obeying nonetheless. As his inquisitive fingers pressed against her rear opening she couldn’t stop herself moaning urgently and biting onto the rubber ball filling her mouth. And then she was overcome by the sensations of being penetrated both front and back. Suddenly feeling faint, and unable to control the movement of her hips, she felt her buttocks clenching onto his wrist. He sniggered as she very obviously lost the ability to contain her arousal. She snorted and spluttered and squealed, pleading with him to stop but at the same time thrusting herself frantically backwards and forwards on his prying digits. Seconds later he removed his hands completely, ensuring that the relief she now so desperately craved was cruelly denied. Nooooooo! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!

          “Dirty girl,” he said gleefully as he wiped his sticky fingers on the towel.

          The second boy followed eagerly. His touch wasn’t as confident as that of his friend, but it mattered little to Lisa. She still felt herself drowning in the same sea of humiliation as he intimately explored her helpless curves and inserted his fingers into her private openings. To her utter mortification his thorough handling also quickly forced her towards an orgasm, but as she teetered on the edge of coming he was also especially careful to ensure that she didn’t!

          And then it was Luke’s hands that were running over her skin, pausing to pinch and tease when they reached her most sensitive parts. Maybe because of what she’d been forced to do for him earlier in the day his attentions seemed to make her feel even more ashamed of her unwanted physical reactions. Her involuntary moans and gasps and splutters and wrigglings intensified her embarrassment enormously, but she was powerless to stop any of it…and then once again the delicious caresses stopped.

          As the two smiling girls looked at the naked crimson-faced woman standing in front of them they could hear the “boys” in the kitchen talking and laughing loudly as they helped themselves to sandwiches and more wine.

          “Smells like you’ve been enjoying yourself you little tart,” said Holly with a sharp laugh, the comment immediately drawing a pitiful sob from her shaking Auntie. Emma, who was sitting next to her friend on the settee, sniggered and giggled, her face becoming pink with excitement.

          “Can I touch her now?” she asked shyly.

          “Course you can, I’ve told the boys we’ll call them when we’re ready.” She smiled encouragingly at her obviously nervous companion.

          “It’s just that I’ve never y’know, touched a girl before.” Tentatively she reached out, gently lifting the heavy globes on her palms before giving the soft flesh an experimental squeeze. Lisa squirmed at the first touch but bleated urgently when the inquisitive fingertips began to examine her swollen and extremely sensitive nipples. And whilst it happened Holly stared directly into her Auntie’s eyes.

          “Look at me,” she said threateningly. It was an order so Lisa had no choice but to submissively comply. Her face bloomed with heat as her niece watched the shame and intense embarrassment flickering continuously in her eyes, eyes which opened wide in panic as the outrageous explorations grew increasingly intimate. A guttural moan escaped the rubber filled mouth as Emma quickly overcame her reticence and started delving eagerly between the trembling woman’s thighs. Muffled shrieks of protest and renewed writhings greeted the sudden insertion of girlish fingers into the tight holes that she found there.

          When Holly called the boys through into the lounge ten minutes later they found their naked “plaything” (because that’s what they felt she’d quickly become) kneeling in the centre of the settee. Her hands were still pinioned together by the leather cuffs and her head and shoulders were resting on the sofa’s back. She’d been told to spread her knees wide…so that’s exactly what she’d done. To her utter chagrin she knew that every detail of her private places was being revealed to their interested eyes. Her bum cheeks felt horribly hot and tingly and were gaping apart, shamefully displaying her pussy and bottomhole but she couldn’t do anything about it, couldn’t cover herself or offer any resistance, she had to do as she was told, had to be obedient, had to be a good girl. Even more humiliating was the fact that they were no doubt seeing the sticky smears that coated, not only the insides of her thighs, but also the inner curves of her buttocks. The spanking she’d been given was awful enough but the touching had been absolute torture, taking her to the very edge of coming again and again, building her frustration to an unbearable level. She sooooo wanted to come, needed to come!

          Holly licked her lips in anticipation as she started to organise the next more severe, and for Lisa definitely more excruciating, part of the punishment session. She’d planned it all meticulously, every delicious detail. Once Craig and Mark were sitting down, one on either side of her kneeling nude Auntie she explained how she wanted them to hold her in “position”. The grinning boys didn’t need telling twice, each taking the opportunity to grasp a pendulous breast in one hand whilst taking a firm grip on an ankle with the other. Lisa gurgled her dismay as her nipples were pulled and pinched, desperately trying to twist away but she wasn’t going anywhere! She tried to crane her neck around and see what was going on but it was too difficult…and then she was suddenly squealing and biting down on the rubber gag whilst shaking her head wildly from side to side. Nooooooo! Pleeease! Noooooooo! Please! Please! But of course her frantic struggles and squealed pleadings were all ignored. She shrieked, the mind-numbingly awful sensation of her bumhole being forced open by the end of the terrible anal plug filling her with shame. She tried to clench her bum cheeks together, tried to close her legs but the two boys grasping her boobs and ankles held her still. There wasn’t going to be any escape! Her head suddenly shot backwards and she stared wild eyed at the ceiling as she felt the first “ball” slip inside her most private of openings. Nnnnnnnnnngggghhhh! She shuddered and panted, her forehead beading with sweat as the rest of the hard plastic spheres slowly followed, each dilating her tight anal entrance and forcing it to open a little wider, before sliding inside. And then her bumhole was squeezing shut and pulling the things flared base against the middle of her cheeks. It was all the way in! The horrible twin sensations of being abnormally stretched and abnormally full flowed through her and she groaned wretchedly unable to control her rear passageway as it immediately tried to push the hard invader out.

           “How does it feel? Like having a great big cock all the way up you?” taunted Holly mischievously.

          “I bet you’re loving it you little tart?” Their quiet laughter meant little to Lisa, she felt so ashamed, ashamed of what she was allowing them to do to her but equally ashamed of being called a tart by her niece! In truth she was almost broken, her head hanging down as fat tears welled up in her eyes. Holly gazed at the quivering bottom, both generous cheeks were covered by a pink glow, and where the strap had visited earlier a deep red suffused the soft flesh, the stripes looking hot and angry. This is going to hurt a lot! 

          “CRACK!” The leather only made contact with the skin for a fraction of a second but the reaction from its owner was amazing. Lisa bucked and writhed, a high pitched whine filling the room before an explosion of snorting and spluttering escaped her gag-filled mouth. Her buttocks squeezed tightly together but almost immediately they were opening wide, her hips pushing forwards in a frantic attempt at escaping the burning sting. Yep! Looks like it does hurt, hurts…a lot! Holly bit her lip as the delicious throbbing deep inside her own pussy suddenly grew much stronger.

          The watchers all looked at each other with faces reflecting surprise and curiosity but also eagerness and obvious enjoyment. Holly took a deep breath and then began to use the strap methodically, working her way carefully over the wriggling bottom. She didn’t hold back, striking each squirming globe in turn and snapping her wrist at the last moment so that the leather bit viciously into the soft flesh. It took a good deal of concentration to ensure that every square centimetre of the wobbling cheeks was punished evenly, and it was a good ten minutes before she was satisfied that the two burning halves appeared equally crimson…by which time Lisa was shrieking and grinding her teeth into the gag. Throughout the strapping, and to add to her humiliation, her abused anal opening had been frenziedly clenching onto the hard plug…between bouts of urgently trying to push it out. But it had remained stubbornly in place, holding her tiny hole open and making her horribly aware of her total helplessness. Oh God, her poor bumhole felt soooooo full and her bum was burning sooooo much! Nooooooooo! She was going to die of shame, literally die!  Holly blew a stray lock of hair away from her hot forehead. This was hard work! She grinned at Craig and Mark. The two boys were red faced and wide-eyed and both were obviously sporting a hard-on if the fronts of their trousers were anything to go by!

          “Are you sorry for being a naughty girl?” asked Holly patronisingly, after she’d removed the saliva soaked ball from her Aunts’ mouth. Lisa was swaying, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and rolling her scalded bottom in little circles as she stood embarrassingly exposed in front of them. Her face was wet with tears. With her hands still fixed together behind her back they were all able to appreciate her displayed charms, her nipples especially drawing their eyes as, due to their most recent handling, they were sticking straight out, looking swollen and red and incredibly stiff.

          “Yes Miss,” she said quietly as she sniffled miserably, all of her cheeks now hot and scarlet. Since she’d been allowed up from the sofa she’d kept her eyes firmly focussed on the lounge carpet, not raising her gaze in case it was met by the grinning face of one her nieces’ friends, but now as Holly moved towards the sideboard she couldn’t help staring and following her every move. Her feelings of vulnerability suddenly intensified as her young Mistress picked up the black dildo. Nooooo! It looked enormous in the girlish hands! The thick outer layer of latex covered a solid central core, which meant that the thing was anything but soft. Holly licked the suction cup before pressing it down onto the polished wood. She couldn’t help smiling gleefully at the mortified look on her Auntie’s face as they all stared at the black monstrosity jutting up from the centre of the coffee table. As with all of the furniture in her grandmother’s house the table was old and solidly built, thick legs supporting the heavy top with apparent ease.

          Lisa didn’t notice her niece walking slowly around behind her, her worried eyes were fixed on the false cock, but when a hand slid inquisitively over her hot rear cheeks she flinched and jerked and bleated, the light contact sending tendrils of flame skittering across her wounded behind.

          “Now,” said Holly, with a trace of nonchalance in her voice as she unclipped the wrist cuffs.

          “I know you’ve been dying to show everyone what a dirty little slut you really are, so now’s your chance.” Lisa immediately stared at the girl, her wide eyes full of horror as her bumhole clenched nervously on its’ rude intruder. Holly giggled wickedly, she couldn’t help herself.

         “Please don’t make me Miss, please.” The half-hearted plea, unsurprisingly, fell on deaf ears. She knew she was going to have to ride the horrid thing and ride it in front of the smirking youngsters, she knew she was going to have to do it, she didn’t have a choice. Worse still she knew that once it was inside her she’d probably be unable to control her reactions. She was going to make a disgusting show of…of…fucking herself and the humiliation was going to be absolutely unbearable! The thought increased the shameful throbbing in her clitoris and she squirmed as a fresh flood of wetness began to gather between her tingling pussy lips.

          “Well go on. What are you waiting for?” snapped Holly curtly. The slight resistance that Lisa may have had at the start of the day had long since evaporated.

          “Yes Miss,” she said resignedly and did exactly as she was told.

          With the awful plug firmly embedded in her bum and acutely aware of the prying eyes exploring every private detail of her creases and curves she stiffly manoeuvred herself into position. Kneeling on all fours on the table top she swallowed noisily, shame flowing over her as she was forced to open her thighs. This simple action pulled her swollen labia wide apart making her face burn with fresh embarrassment as she felt her vagina gaping wetly. Nooooooo! They were seeing everything! Seeing how sticky she was! Self-consciously she managed to make herself shuffle backwards until the bulbous head of the rubber cock was just touching her hole. She moaned. Already the heat from her strapped bottom had diffused down the valley between her rear cheeks and was bathing her delicate vaginal crease. Normally sensitive it was now unbearably so, every nerve ending alive and tingling.      

          “Look at me,” ordered Holly sternly, “and get on with it, we haven’t got all night!” Hopelessly lost in her nieces’ cruel eyes Lisa reached down and grasped the dildo in her hand. Holding it firmly in place and with clenched teeth she started to push her hips downwards. She couldn’t help grunting as the plum-shaped head stretched the entrance to her slippery tunnel before it slid inside. God it felt big! Soooo big! And she felt sooooooo horny!

           For a moment, with both of her hands flattened on the tabletop in front of her for support, she forgot her watching audience, not really hearing their crude comments, her eyes blurring with tears as she sank slowly down onto the rubber shaft. Her bum was already full to bursting so her pussy felt abnormally tight, making the penetration uncomfortable, almost painful. That combined with the mind-numbing humiliation of what she was doing made her groan and shiver uncontrollably but as the hard rod went deeper her arousal rose, intoxicating sensations fluttering through her belly as she was stretched open, the bloated cockhead rubbing firmly across her G-spot. Shaking violently she tipped her hips and sank down until the full nine inch length was being tightly gripped by her throbbing vagina. And then she suddenly shrieked and jerked upwards as her crimson buttocks came into contact with the polished wood.

          “Nnnnnnnnnngh! Aaaaaaaah!”

          Holly grinned at her friends. They were all silently watching the amazing show as her Auntie completely debased herself for their entertainment. Without any urging Lisa started to slowly lift her hips, her bright red bottom bulging backwards, until almost all of the black dildo was once more in sight. She paused, shivering and panting, presenting the fascinated spectators with a wonderfully rude view of her spread buttocks and pussy, its lips stretched into a tight ring by the thick rod. They could all see that the black rubber was slick and shiny with her juices. Drowning in humiliation but unable to stop herself she angled her pelvis and pushed herself back down onto the unyielding shaft.

          “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh G…G…God!” she managed to splutter as the delicious pleasure flooded through her. This time however she managed to stop before her burnt rear cheeks touched the tabletop. 

          “Stay still you slut!” shouted Holly suddenly, making everyone jump.

          “You haven’t been given permission to enjoy yourself!” Trapped between the degrading realisation of what she was doing and the overwhelming desire to fuck herself Lisa stared around wild-eyed at her grinning audience. She sat there trembling and shaking with both of her private orifices firmly plugged and unable to stop herself moaning with not only shame but also, unbelievably, guilty frustration! She was sooooo embarrassed but soooo needed to come! Oh God she wanted them to touch her! Wanted them to touch her tingling nips, to touch her clit and make her come! Oh please please please!  Holly ordered her to lift herself up again, and to do it slowly, which she did.

          “Do you know what we can see you dirty girl? Mmmmmmmm? What do you think we’re looking at?” Holly’s teasing words made Lisa’s face flush with a new deeper shade of red. Unsurprisingly she didn’t, or wasn’t able to, answer, because she felt so deeply ashamed, mortified in fact. A feeling of total helplessness was engulfing her as her submissive nature forced her ever deeper into unthinking obedience. Mrs Henderson had explained in detail to Holly about her Aunt reaching this state. In fact they’d discussed it at some length. It wasn’t “subspace” as such, although it was possible to send her there if enough painful stimuli were utilised, but in Mrs Henderson’s view could more accurately be described as a surrender of will. In contrast to the former, in this “mindset”, she didn’t “escape” but still experienced every sensation and excruciating moment of shame and humiliation. And it was a place that the older woman enjoyed taking her submissive plaything to at every available opportunity!    

          “Sit on it properly girl and let’s have you leaning back so we can all see how stiff that big clit of yours is.” Their sniggering washed over Lisa as she slowly sat back, groaning urgently as the thick black dildo disappeared inside her once more. She stopped with her bottom hovering a few centimetres above the table and looked pleadingly at her niece. Holly smiled.

          “I said sit on it properly…or would you like another session with the strap?” The threat immediately made Lisa shake her head before despairingly forcing herself all the way down onto the horrid thing. A loud squeal greeted the painful contact of her scorched skin with the hard wood and then, as her weight settled, gentle sobbing filled the room. The horrible feeling of both of her hot bum cheeks being spread wide apart together with the anal plug being pushed a little deeper into her rear passageway made her squirm with shame and discomfort. 

          “Well lean back,” snapped Holly curtly, “I know you want everyone to see everything.” With her face a mask of absolute humiliation Lisa placed her hands on the table behind her and did as she was told.

          The five friends all moved seats so they had a better view of the helpless womans’ naked front, greedy eyes drawn firstly to her full breasts. The jutting nipples appeared twice the size they’d been at the beginning of the evening, now sticking straight out, engorged and dark red and angry. Lisa closed her eyes as the shame of what she was doing once more rolled through her and she “felt” her tormentors’ attention shifting towards her hairless vagina. The thick black dildo was being gripped tightly inside her and was pressing firmly against the front wall of her pussy. If she just lifted her bum, just for a few moments, just for a few delicious moments, she’d be able to slide its’ bulbous head across her special place! She shivered. Holly looked at the boys. They were all drooling! Not long and she’d be giving them an even nicer surprise!

          Lisa’s leant back position and spread thighs meant that she was giving them a perfect view of her straining pussy, its’ lips stretched apart around the shaft of the false cock. In the absence of any pubic curls nothing was hidden. The taut labial folds were shiny with their owner’s copious secretions as was the bulb-like clitoris. It was so swollen that it was actually poking out, parting the crease above her vulval opening and looking like some obscene red peanut.

          “Would you like to show everyone how you make yourself come?” asked Holly, as she calmly rolled one of her Aunt’s hard nipples between her fingers.

          “Would you like that? Mmmmmmm?” Lisa moaned and squirmed and then began to writhe and squeal as her nieces’ fingers dropped to tease the swollen bud between her legs.

          “Well?” The sharply asked question was accompanied by an equally sharp pinch delivered to the blood filled knob.

          “Arrrrrgggghhh! Miss! Ooooooooh! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease don’t!” shrieked Lisa as her sore bum cheeks clenched frantically, her eyes bulging as she tried to sit forwards.

          “DON’T YOU DARE MOVE!” shouted her young niece.

          “Now I’ll ask you once more. Do you want to show everyone what a dirty little slut you are?” Drowning in shame Lisa found herself nodding. YES PLEASE!  OH GOD YES! She so needed to come! She had to! She couldn’t stand the teasing any longer, she’d explode! She no longer cared that a group of boys and girls were going to watch.

          Lisa’s eyes were squeezed shut as she drove her hips up and down humping herself frantically on the hard dildo, her moans and grunts filling the room. Between her bum cheeks she could feel herself growing wetter and wetter, her juices oozing and pooling on the surface of the coffee table. But she didn’t care, it just added to the naughty sensations that were flooding through her pussy and her head! And as her bottom slapped against the hard wood sparks of stinging pain flashed across her skin but these also added to her rising arousal. Everything was throbbing and tingling! She leant forwards trying to drive more of the false cock deeper inside her pussy as one hand came up to squeeze and pull at her jiggling boobs. Almost immediately it dropped and then her fingers were rubbing and squeezing her acutely sensitive clitoral button.

          “Open your eyes”, ordered Holly. She immediately obeyed. The excited faces of her watching audience, the fact that they were seeing every intimate detail of what she was doing, was all it took to send her tumbling over the edge.

          “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! MMMMMMMM! Y…Y…YYYESSSSSSS!” She screamed as the orgasm arrived, wave upon wave of blissful pleasure pulsing and flowing through her belly as rainbow colours erupted inside her head. She could feel herself squirting, her pussy squeezing the dildo possessively as her bumhole clenched tightly onto the awful anal plug.

          “OH…OH…OH…OH…OH YES! G…G…G…G…GGGGGGGOD!” It went on for almost a minute as she rocked back and forth, milking every last moment of spine-tingling gratification from the rubber cock filling her hole. Finally she slumped forwards onto her hands and knees panting and sweating as the wonderful contractions gently ebbed away.

          Her vision began to clear as she recognized what her niece was holding in her hands. Nooooooooooooooooo! The metal clips and chains sparkled in the light.

          “You’ve had your fun young lady. Now it’s time to show your appreciation to our guests…for their help in dealing with you.” Lisa managed to drag her eyes away from the horrid clamps and stared anxiously into her nieces’ smiling face. Her stomach began to churn at the thought of “thanking” them, but at the same time her clitoris started pulsing and throbbing insistently.

          “So how do you intend to demonstrate your gratitude?” Lisa’s face burned. She knew exactly what she was going to have to do. Holly looked at her watch.

          “Luke needs to go in a minute so you’d better start with him.”

          “Please Sir,” said Lisa quietly, her cheeks aflame, “can I show my thanks by sucking your c…c…c…cock?” Shame flooded through her but she had no choice. As she said the words she shivered, unable to stop her hips pushing down onto the hard dildo. There was an audible squelch which brought a ripple of chuckling from the attentive audience and a pitiful groan of humiliation from their plaything.

          “The quicker you thank my friends the sooner these will come off,” said Holly matter-of-factly. With a cruel smile she allowed a clip to close on each of her Auntie’s engorged and ultrasensitive nipples.

          Lisa’s shriek of pain was effectively muffled as Luke’s furiously stiff penis immediately filled her mouth. As she sucked and licked she also used her hands cupping and stroking not only the youths’ erection but his testicles too. She needed him to come and come quickly! The stinging ache in her poor nipples was excruciating but it was also making her clit throb. Oh God! At the same time she found herself continuously riding the dildo, tipping her hips back and forth as the overlarge head rubbed across the pad of her G-spot. The thick shaft inside her pussy felt so good! She moaned as her tongue slid across Luke’s swollen glans and the artificial cockhead slid across her “place”.

          Luckily it only took a few minutes before he stiffened and groaned and her mouth was awash with his creamy spurts. The other two boys immediately followed, quickly, one after the other, each eager to push his erect cock into her willing mouth. Neither of them seemed concerned that the others were watching, and neither of them was able to last long, Lisa’s expert oral ministrations drawing an intense orgasmic spasm from both within moments. Her movements on the black rubber penis had settled into a very definite pattern, one that she couldn’t have stopped even if she’d wanted to. With each rhythmic thrust her boobs bounced and swayed causing their angry pinched tips to pulse with pain. But it was nothing compared to the agony she felt as her grinning niece released the grip of the tiny steel jaws and blood flooded back into her abused swollen buds. She shrieked as the pain lanced through her but amazingly it instantly triggered a second huge orgasm. Once more her grinning tormentors faded from view as she frantically drove herself up and down on the dildo, the lounge filling with the sounds of her bum cheeks slapping against the tabletop and the squelching of her pussy.

          “Ohyeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yesyesyesyesssssss! OH! MMMMMMMMMMM!” It took several minutes before she stopped writhing and bucking, finally slumping exhaustedly forwards onto her forearms. 

          Gradually she became aware that the laughter and conversation that had been surrounding her was growing muted. It took a few moments to register that she was overhearing muffled goodbyes, before she heard the front door close with a thud.

          “Did you like that you little slut, the taste of their come?” Slowly she raised her head. The boys had gone but Emma was still there and looking at her with curious eyes. A sudden slap on her sore bottom made Lisa jerk upright.

          “Owwwwwwww!” she gasped, her boobs jiggling. Holly and her friend smiled as the nude woman’s face burned scarlet once more. The shame of what she’d just done was making her feel faint.

          “You’re going to thank Em before she goes,” said Holly, “come on we’re going upstairs.” As Lisa awkwardly raised herself from the coffee table there was a definite “plop” as the bulbous end of the dildo reluctantly slipped free from her slippery hole. The two girls started giggling uncontrollably as she followed them out of the room.

          “Ask Emma if you can thank her, and ask properly!” said Holly with a cruel smile on her face.

          “May I please lick you Miss?” Lisa asked as politely and respectfully as she could, her cheeks flaming crimson. The girl had watched all of the evenings’ performance with a wide-eyed, almost unbelieving, expression on her face but now her pupils dilated so much that her eyes appeared almost black. Her face was pink with excitement and she was quivering from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

          “Yes you may,” she said breathlessly. Holly smiled.

          “I’m going downstairs to clear up, shout me when you’ve finished, ok?” Her friend nodded and gave her a look of unabashed gratitude. No longer as nervous as she’d been at the outset of the “proceedings” the young girl had the naked older woman stand in front of her with her hands behind her back whilst she sat down on the edge of the bed. For several minutes she was satisfied to simply run her hands over the exposed curves, cupping and squeezing and delving into every secret place, just as she’d done an hour earlier. Lisa reacted, she couldn’t stop herself, writhing and twisting and mewing with desire as another wave of sticky wetness oozed between her thighs. Emma felt her own pussy growing slippery and her clit getting hard and tingly. She hitched her skirt well up out of the way before laying back on the bed.

          “Kneel down,” she said huskily. Holly had only been downstairs for ten minutes or so when she heard her friends’ first orgasmic cries. She smiled to herself as she collected the wine glasses and put them on a tray, her clitoris was already starting to throb with delicious anticipation.

          The following morning at 8am sharp Holly woke her Auntie with a tray of cereal, tea and toast. It took a good deal of shaking before Lisa blearily opened her eyes, unsurprisingly she’d been exhausted by the events of the previous day but quickly regained her senses after a hot shower and some breakfast. Last night before she’d finally been allowed to go to bed she’d been made to bend over the edge of bed with several pillows under her stomach and told to spread her legs wide. Then Holly had amused herself with the hard plastic plug that was still firmly embedded in Lisa’s nervously clenching bottomhole, much to its’ owner’s very vocal protests, pulling it out and re-inserting it numerous times before tiring of the game. What followed was a thorough, and highly embarrassing, application of Mrs Henderson’s special cream which meant that Lisa’s bottom cheeks now showed little evidence of their tortuous ordeal of eight hours earlier.

          Surprisingly their conversation this morning had been quite normal, no mention being made of what had happened last night or what Lisa had done in front of, and to, Holly’s friends. But her face immediately fell when she returned from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and found the dreaded school uniform waiting for her, neatly arranged on the bed. There was a pair of white ankle socks but a quick check revealed the absence of a bra, which she’d sort of come to expect, but more worryingly there weren’t any knickers either! She swallowed hard, the familiar knot of apprehension starting to grow in her belly, as with shaking hands she reluctantly began to get dressed.

          “Hurry up,” shouted Holly from downstairs, “I think Jean’s here!”

          Mrs Henderson sat at the kitchen table and drank her tea with a definite look of anger on her face.

          “So she asked the boys if she could suck their penises. Is that right…even after she’d just been punished for her lewd behaviour from last week?”

          “Yes Jean I’m afraid so…and she let them come in her mouth too,” she quickly added. The obvious glee in Holly’s voice and her condescending tone caused the humiliation that Lisa was already feeling to grow alarmingly. Her face was bright red. Having to stand in front of them with her skirt held well up out of the way, so that they could both see every detail of her freshly shaved vagina, was making her tremble and shake with both dread and shame. It was all so unfair! She’d done exactly as she’d been told! Been a good well behaved girl for Holly and her beastly friends! The whole excruciatingly embarrassing predicament was sooooooo unfair! She’d have stamped her feet if she’d dared!

          “So have you got anything to say for yourself you little slut?” Her landlady’s cruel eyes made Lisa cringe inside. Nooooooooooo! What was going to happen now? Unable to speak and with tears already forming in her eyes she resignedly shook her head.

          “Well you’ve got the day off tomorrow so I’m going to send you round to see Mr Blake, I’m sure he’ll be able to teach you a lesson!” The crest fallen look on her lodgers’ very red face made Jean Henderson chuckle, she couldn’t help herself. The news that she’d be “seeing” Mr Blake, their next door neighbour, in the morning, filled Lisa with fresh anxieties. Visits to him always proved incredibly shameful and horribly painful. Memories of the previous occasions when she’d been left in his charge came flooding back. Her face burned and she nervously bit her lip and tried to think of something else, but it didn’t really help. And then Mrs Henderson told her that Holly was going to stay the night and that she’d be coming home with them in a few minutes. The news immediately increased Lisa’s already growing apprehension, so much so that she couldn’t stop herself trembling and shivering, her mind alive with awful possibilities!

          Mrs Henderson had spread a towel on the back seat before she’d allowed the “schoolgirl” to climb in.

          “I don’t want any of your disgusting mess on my seat covers thank you very much!” she’d snapped, as she and Holly had taken their seats in the front. The older woman and her young companion chatted amiably as they travelled through the countryside. They ignored Lisa who kept quiet, looking out of the window whilst trying her best not to think about what might happen when they got back to Mrs Henderson’s house. After three quarters of an hour, and on the very top of a hill, they pulled into a tiny petrol station. There was nothing of interest to be seen for miles, just an occasional farmhouse or outbuilding visible in the distance. The summer sky was a cloudless blue and because it was almost midday the sun was at its’ height.

          “Out you get,” said Mrs Henderson, turning around and looking at Lisa. “You can put forty pounds worth in.” Horribly aware of her short skirt, and the fact that she was totally bare underneath it, she carefully stepped from the car looking worriedly around before lifting the nozzle from the pump. Please don’t let anymore cars come. Please!  As the fuel started to flow she continuously scanned the road for approaching vehicles, and much to her relief nothing appeared from either direction.

          Brian Hawley looked up nonchalantly from his newspaper as the three women walked in. He’d noticed the car pulling onto the forecourt a few minutes earlier but had barely given it a second glance, instead preferring to continue reading the match reports in the Sports section. Sundays were always incredibly quiet. He and his wife made their living at the “Top Brow” filling station almost entirely during the working week, Mondays to Fridays, their takings due to the workers from a huge Japanese car plant that had been built some four miles to the South. He’d often considered closing on Sundays altogether, but in reality he actually rather enjoyed the peace and quiet, an additional benefit being that opening the shop kept him from getting under Norma’s feet. At 59 he was thinking seriously about retiring, especially as he was rather overfed and starting to worry about his weight! His eyes suddenly grew round when he saw the woman that was demurely following the other two as they pushed through the door. It was definitely a woman not a girl, and she certainly wasn’t dressed demurely! She was wearing a school uniform! Maybe she was a model or something? His mouth went dry as he took in the blazer and the obviously big boobs that were hiding underneath…but it was the shortness of her skirt that really got his attention. Bloody hell! It was so short that he could see almost all the way up to the top of her thighs! And besides a pair of ankle socks her legs were definitely bare! And smooth! His gaze shot up to her face when he realised he was gawping! For a second he was staring straight into her eyes before she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing bright red with embarrassment. A sudden tightening in his trousers made him jump. Whoa! He hadn’t felt that in a while!

          To the side of the counter was a small cold cabinet holding a selection of fresh sandwiches and pastries. There wasn’t much choice on a Sunday as, unlike every other day of the week, he didn’t bother with a fresh delivery. A stand next to it held crisps, snacks and the usual array of chocolate bars and sweets.

          “What sort of sandwich would you like young lady?” asked Mrs Henderson. Brian noticed the “schoolgirl” seemingly flinch when the older woman spoke whilst at the same time the younger girl, who looked to him to be about eighteen, grinned and giggled.

          “Something with some salad I should think, we don’t want that big bottom of yours getting any fatter now do we?” The schoolgirl’s face went even redder as she stared at the floor and he realised that the older woman was actually teasing her. No wonder her face was red!

          “H…h…h…ham or cheese please.” It was almost whispered.

          “Speak up girl! One or the other!” the older woman suddenly snapped.

          “Ham please,” came the immediate, much clearer, reply. Whatever strange situation was being played out Brian felt that he was now as much a part of it as the three main characters standing in front of him. His heart had started to beat much faster and he could definitely feel his cock beginning to harden. He shifted position to make himself more comfortable as he checked the pump display.

          “That’s forty one pounds for the fuel and three for the sandwich,” he said as pleasantly as he could, giving the older woman a friendly smile, before his eyes were drawn back to the blushing “schoolgirl”. She seemed to be trembling!

          “Oh hello, I’m sorry about this, she can never decide what she wants, can you girl?” He noticed the schoolgirls’ face again flush with blood. And then, just as the older woman was about to insert her card and pay, the young girl standing behind them suddenly yelled.

          “Where did you get this from?” They all immediately looked at the cringing “schoolgirl”. Her totally shocked expression, wide open eyes and bright red cheeks almost made Jean laugh out loud. Holly was holding up a bar of chocolate.

          “It was in her blazer pocket!” she said coldly. All three of them stared at Lisa’s horror-struck face. She immediately started shaking her head.

          “No No No! I didn’t take it Miss! Nooooooo! I didn’t! Please!” The whining plea was immediately cut short by Mrs Henderson’s furious voice.

          “You despicable girl! How dare you try and steal from this gentleman’s store?” Her face was white with fury. She was pleased with her performance she had to admit! She turned to the startled man.

          “I’m so so sorry. Please can we not get the Police involved, I’m sure we can do something to make amends for her appalling behaviour…”

          Lisa stood and looked from her landlady’s angry face to Holly’s wicked smirk to the man’s surprised expression and nervously fiddled with her fingers. She couldn’t seem to stand still, wriggling with embarrassment, her pussy suddenly growing wet and her clitoris starting to pulse as her face burned with shame. As she began to open her mouth to protest her innocence one more Mrs Henderson gave her a look of such menace that she quickly shut it again. Brian had sensed that the situation was going to prove interesting when he’d first seen the “schoolgirl” a few minutes earlier, but he’d never imagined anything like this would develop.

          “I’m afraid Lisa here is a very naughty and disobedient little girl. I’ve been trying to improve her conduct but as you can see she persists in continuing with her delinquent behaviour.”  Brian managed to pull his eyes away from the shaking red faced girl and focus his attention on the smiling woman.

          “The only thing that seems to have any effect on her is a decent dose of corporal punishment, applied to her bare bottom of course. I’m Jean by the way,” she said cheerfully, holding out her hand.

          “And this is Holly.”

          “Er…Hawley, Brian Hawley,” he replied, as he found himself shaking both of their hands before licking his lips and returning his attention to the “schoolgirl”. Lisa was shaking like a leaf, her head down as she stared hard at the floor. Little girl? My God she must be twenty five at least! His rapidly hardening cock started to press against the inside of his zip as his hungry eyes roved over the trembling young woman.

          “Once her bottom is bared in public for a spanking, or a dose of the strap, she usually becomes quite contrite. If we could do that now would you consider not calling the Police?” Brian couldn’t believe his luck! This was obviously some sort of game that they were playing, and he was happy, more than happy, to join in! So in a stern voice, as befitted the character of “outraged shopkeeper”, he outlined the company policy on theft and affirmed that they “always” prosecuted shoplifters.

          Lisa squirmed as the three sets of eyes appraised her. The horrid man had come out from behind the counter and was now standing next to Mrs Henderson and Holly. He had a big pot belly and when she glanced up she saw that his little piggy eyes were out on stalks! Please God not in front of him! Please don’t make me show him everything! But she knew that that was exactly what she was going to have to do…and probably worse!       

          “Mr Hawley has kindly agreed to you being physically disciplined rather than calling the Police. You should think yourself very lucky indeed young lady!” Lucky was certainly not a word that Lisa would have used to describe the embarrassing predicament she found herself in at that precise moment! She glanced worriedly out of the plate glass frontage of the garage. What if a car came? Noooooooo! Mrs Henderson was looking around the interior of the shop but obviously couldn’t find what she was searching for.

          “Have you a table or chair that we could bend her over? We could use the counter…but it’s very high.” Brian nodded enthusiastically.

          “I’ve got some easy chairs and a sofa in the back,” he said happily, starting to lead them towards a door that stood to one side of the till. Over the years his back room had become a sort of home from home. It was much smaller than the stock room but still fairly large and had a wide picture window that provided a perfect, almost panoramic, view down the valley. Besides the two main rooms there was also a small kitchen and a bathroom, so he had all of the necessary facilities to make himself comfortable. 

         

          Once his guests had followed him down the short corridor and into his “den”, as he liked to call it, he stood to one side and made sure the door was left slightly ajar. He’d still need to serve a customer if one should show up. 

          “Knickers off you little thief, you’re going to wish you’d kept those sticky-fingered hands to yourself!” Jean Henderson couldn’t help chuckling to herself, especially when Lisa was forced to make her next admission.

          “What did you say you disgusting trollop, you’re not wearing any underwear!” Brian Hawley was having trouble believing his eyes, he’d never had anything like this happen before, not once, not once in the twenty odd years that he’d been running the garage! After a series of threats from her tight lipped mistress, and while he watched spellbound, the shaking “schoolgirl” lifted the front of her skirt up, right up out of the way so that they could all see what was underneath. His cock grew even stiffer as he looked hungrily at the soft thighs, which were being pressed tightly together, and the girls’ totally hairless pubic mound. She’d been waxed or shaved or something, so everything was on view. He could see the delicate pink lips on either side of her vaginal slit. Showing it all so blatantly must be horribly embarrassing for her, but amazingly, and no doubt adding to her shame, he could see that her intimate folds were glistening! She was wet! Her pussy was slippery and wet! He looked at her face, her cheeks were on fire and she was keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the floor.

          “You may as well get that skirt off altogether, and the blazer…you obviously want everyone to see what you’ve got and I imagine you’ll be feeling a bit hotter in a few minutes!” The older woman’s broad smile made Brian relax a little and he realised that he’d been holding his breath. Slowly and with her face glowing absolutely scarlet Lisa started to do as she told. When her blazer was off she knew that the awful man was going to be able to see her boobs because the shirt was made of really thin material and it was almost translucent but once her skirt was off he’d be able to see everything! Nooooooooooo!

          “Hurry up girl,” snapped the older woman angrily.

          Brian licked his lips. The blouse was see-through…and tight. Beneath the sheer layer he could see the generous curves of the girl’s breasts but even better their tips were clearly visible, dark red and obviously very hard. They were poking against the front of the shirt forming two distinct points. Lisa was shaking uncontrollably, the familiar tingling in her nipples and her clit growing more intense with every passing moment. She looked pleadingly into Mrs Henderson’s eyes...Please Miss! Please don’t make me! Just this once! I’ll be good! I will! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease…but all she got in return was an amused and implacable stare. 

          “Turn around,” came the next instruction and she did. Now Brian was able to examine the full rear cheeks of the delightfully rounded bottom, well he thought it was delightful. The two gently juddering rounds curved together to form a dark central crack. A crack that he was sure promised hidden delights! His cock was becoming so hard that he was sure they’d notice and he’d started to sweat. The excitement was making him feel slightly faint so as calmly and inconspicuously as possible he sat down in an armchair.

          Lisa was trembling all over and starting to feel faintly sick herself. She was so embarrassed and so ashamed. The awful man was going to be allowed to look at all of her private places, she knew he was. She prayed that Mrs Henderson wouldn’t let him do anymore than that, wouldn’t let him go any further! She’d die if he was allowed to touch her with his horrible fat hands! The thought made her shudder. In a moment her bum was going to start receiving some unwanted attention, but mortifyingly it was attention that she knew would make her pussy flow with sticky juices.

          “That’s enough of your posing my girl, get on here,” said Jean Henderson pointing at the sofa.

          “And spread your legs good and wide so we can all get a proper look at you!” Lisa could literally feel the humiliation washing over her. The shirt ended just below the level of her belly button so she was totally exposed, both front and back, from the waist down to the tops of her ankle socks. Self consciously she knelt on the seat and leant forwards resting her shoulders on the back of the settee. And then very reluctantly she opened her legs acutely aware of what she was about to let them see between her wobbling bum cheeks.

          “I said spread your legs girl. They want to be much further apart than that!” A moan of absolute despair came from Mrs Henderson’s quivering toy as she forced herself to do as she was told.

          “Dip your back you little tart and stop pretending that you’re not enjoying yourself!” Lisa groaned again, her face burning with shame especially when she heard Holly sniggering in the background. Again she found herself unable to offer even the slightest resistance to her landlady’s “order”. Brian Hawley’s eyes roved feverishly over the perfectly smooth halves of the girl’s vulval mound as it bulged lewdly out towards him, the vaginal lips pressing tightly together to form a central pink crease. It looked just like a succulent peach, lovely and soft and juicy! God how he’d love to take a bite! The thought made his erection throb almost painfully. 

          With her bottom now sticking up in the air and her thighs fully opened hardly anything was hidden. She could feel her bum gaping, no doubt allowing the horrid man an uninterrupted view of her pussy. But of course it wasn’t enough to satisfy her dominant landlady.

          “Now reach back and pull yourself open so Mr Hawley can see your bottomhole. Well go on, we’re all waiting!” She turned to the now open-mouthed garage owner.

          “I always find that adding a degree of embarrassment reinforces her punishment sessions, makes them much more effective, I hope you don’t mind?” Her smile was sickly and sweet and Holly started to giggle, she couldn’t control herself any longer. Her own vagina was really tingling and growing steadily wetter as she watched each stage of her Aunties’ increasing degradation. Fat tears began to fill the corners of Lisa’s eyes as she did as she was told, pulling her cheeks open so they could see her bumhole. The humiliation was so mind-numbingly intense that she couldn’t stop herself moaning with shame once more, especially when she felt the lips of her increasingly sticky pussy begin to part.

          “As you can see Brian she’s a brazen little slut, always eager to show her private parts to absolute strangers, and you can see how moist she is.”

          The slightly cupped palm slapped the back of each defenceless thigh in turn. Lisa squealed and wriggled as the awful stinging penetrated her skin, but she still managed to keep her bum cheeks pulled wide apart. She daren’t let them go!

          “Ooooooooowwwwwww! Please Miss I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The crease just beneath the curve of each of her buttocks was a place that she found incredibly sensitive, so of course Mrs Henderson often smacked her there first! With each painful impact her bumhole clenched then relaxed as she desperately tried to keep it on show. Brian had leant forwards as soon as the girl had been ordered to expose her anal opening. He was sweating and licking his lips as he watched the tiny entrance squeezing tightly shut each time the hard palm landed on the soft flesh. As the girls’ thighs grew redder so her whinnies and sobs of distress grew in volume, the intoxicating sounds making his swollen cock jerk inside his trousers. It was only when the back of each thigh was equally crimson that the older woman stopped. Lisa was sobbing, trying her best to keep her cheeks pulled open as she squirmed and wriggled.

          “Right young lady we’ll have your hands in the middle of your back. And keep them there…or you’ll be sorry!” After a short pause, during which the kneeling “schoolgirl” panted and moaned softly, Mrs Henderson began to forcefully spank each of the helpless buttocks in turn. At first Lisa simply moaned more urgently but as the red handprints began to overlay one another and the heat in her bottom began to rise she started to yelp and soon after started to cry.

          “Smack!”

          “Owwwwwww! Please Miss!”

          “Smack!”

          “Stop making a fuss you little slut, you know this is for your own good.”

          “Smack!”

          “OOOOOOwwwww!” Each hard contact flattened the soft globe before it sprang back into position, its’ owner protesting shrilly, as her rear end began to catch fire. Trying to keep her hands clamped together behind her back took every ounce of will that Lisa possessed, but the fear of what might happen if she failed to do as she was told ensured that they stayed exactly where they’d been put! She knew that Mrs Henderson was quite capable of allowing the awful fat man to do exactly as he pleased…if she was even slightly provoked! 

          The bottom rolled and clenched and jerked as the punishment continued, the crimson halves parting and squeezing together frantically as Lisa cried and pleaded and begged her landlady to stop. To stop for just a moment to stop for just a second pleeeease ooowwww stop she was sorry, really sorry, she’d be good ohhhhhhh but pleeeeease stop for just a second! But of course Mrs Henderson carried on until her playthings rear end was pleasingly scorched, the generous twin globes scarlet and hot to the touch. To Lisa’s utter shame the spanking, combined with the dreadful embarrassment of being dealt with in front of the horrid man, had made her pussy leak sticky lubricant uncontrollably. And now because of her squirming and twisting the insides of her thighs were slippery with her juices. Her face had flamed when, after the first few spanks, she’d detected the faint scent of her own arousal, but now it was filling not only her nostrils but the whole room! She sobbed defeatedly as her hips continued to weave, her burning buttocks rolling rudely in front of her attentive audience. She knew she was showing them everything, showing them her wet pussy and her swollen lips and even her secret place. Her bumhole clenched and she moaned piteously. The shame was unbearable!

          “As you can see Brian she really is a dirty little girl, its pouring out of her. Proper little slut aren’t you? Mmmm?” The teasing tone made Lisa sob, her humiliation almost complete.

          “Hopefully she’s learnt her lesson but I doubt it. Do you think she’s been warmed up enough?” Brian was feeling incredibly hot himself and his cock was rigid inside his underpants. He swallowed.

          “I’m sure she’s er…er…learnt her lesson, as to being warmed up enough, I…er…I wouldn’t really know.”

          “Oh sorry, of course, please feel free to examine her bottom. She’ll behave if she knows what’s good for her.” Lisa immediately started to shake her head.

          “Pleeease Miss I HAVE had enough! Oh please! Please! He doesn’t need to feel, he doesn’t need to…”

          “SHUT UP GIRL!” shouted Mrs Henderson angrily.

          “How dare you interrupt me when I’m speaking! Now keep still.”

          Lisa could hear Holly sniggering and craned her neck so she could peer back over her shoulder. Her red face was etched with panic as she watched the man stand up. She noticed the bulge in the front of his trousers and immediately wished that she hadn’t. It was jutting out beneath his big belly. Unable to bear what was about to happen she looked away and then screwed her eyes tightly shut. A low moan filled the room as a moist hand tentatively slid over one of her burning cheeks. The touch ignited the heat that was simmering in her acutely sensitive skin and she squealed and wriggled, her bottom rolling lewdly in all directions as the hand grew bolder. Brian couldn’t believe his luck! This was an opportunity that was too good to miss! With his hard on raging, and no longer concerned that the older woman and her young companion would notice his tented trousers, he ran his hands enthusiastically over the wonderfully soft and very red buttocks. God they were hot! Lisa was once more lost in a sea of humiliation. Having the awful man touching her poor sore bum was making her squirm with the hurt but also shiver with disgust.

          “Hold still you little tart,” said Mrs Henderson, smiling knowingly at Holly, who grinned back. She looked at the fat red-faced man. His eyes were round and alive with lust and he was sweating profusely. She had no doubt that her plaything was absolutely mortified at having to endure his clammy touch, but she couldn’t resist the opportunity to intensify the girls’ shame even further.

          “Do feel free to see how wet she is.” A keening wail punctuated the soft groaning as soon as Lisa heard her landlady’s words. Noooooooooooo! Please NO! Her hands writhed helplessly in the small of her back as she felt the horrid fingers immediately sliding towards her pussy.

          “Gooooooooo! Nnnnn…Noooooooooooooooooo!” squealed Lisa as an eager hand slipped into the space between her thighs. And then her pubic mound was being cupped on a male palm. She couldn’t stop herself moaning as the fingertips slid along her slit testing its’ wetness and opening her swollen lips as they went. Everything was sticky and soooooo hot and prickly and tingly! She felt incredibly rude and horny and ashamed and appalled and dismayed, all at the same time! Then the hand slid forwards beneath her and her engorged clitoral knob was suddenly being teased and manipulated making her shake her head and gasp and writhe, her hips involuntarily weaving from side to side as the delightful sensations coursed through her. A loud moan filled the room when she felt her tight vaginal hole being penetrated, her inner and outer lips parted by the digits that delved deeper and deeper inside her. Consumed by the mind-numbing shame but unable to control herself any longer she found herself pumping her hips backwards and forwards, fucking herself desperately on the awful man’s thick fingers.  

          Once more attired in her school uniform, but knickerless beneath her skirt, Lisa stood by the door trembling and crimson faced as her landlady and niece said their goodbyes to Mr Hawley. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, too ashamed to meet his gaze. Her bottom felt horribly big and horribly hot and horribly sensitive, as did her nipples, but worst of all her clitoris was throbbing and pulsing, but she knew she wasn’t going to be allowed to do anything about it! Just as she’d been on the very edge of coming the teasing insertions had stopped and she’d suddenly howled as her abused bum cheeks were swiftly and viciously spanked, one after the other. The hard impacts produced a searing sting that had made her writhe uncontrollably, whilst tears had poured unchecked down her face, much to the amusement of Mrs Henderson, who had then encouraged the horrid garage owner to apply a generous coating of her special “treatment” cream to her almost hysterical toys’ scarlet bottom. He’d taken this final opportunity with obvious relish, and after unhurriedly massaging the salve into the rolling cheeks, had explored all of the intimate areas in between. Much to Lisa’s horror he’d even pushed a well lubricated fingertip inside her clenching bumhole! She’d cried and moaned with shame and gurgled and whinnied piteously but of course she’d been forced to endure every humiliating moment before her smiling landlady was finally satisfied that she’d learnt her lesson! Now they were about to head homewards once more, but Mrs Henderson had told her that they’d be stopping off on the way. The amused look that had passed between the older woman and Holly had instantly made Lisa feel anxious and suspicious. Deep inside her belly a familiar kernel of worry was already beginning to grow…

YNHumiliator December 2011