Chapter one: A wonderful surprise

          It was a wonderful surprise...the train actually arrived on time!

          When Holly saw her aunt she immediately began to wave excitedly. Lisa James waved back as her pretty eighteen-year-old niece walked out of the station entrance and hurried across the car park towards her. She couldn’t help noticing the confident sway of the girl’s hips and the bounce of her full breasts. Her little niece had certainly grown up a lot since the last time she’d seen her.

         It didn’t take long to drive to Lisa’s lodgings. The detached house she shared with her landlady, Mrs Henderson, was only a few miles from the station. It occupied a position midway down a very pleasant tree-lined avenue in the quietest part of the small town. She parked in the driveway then lifted Holly’s bag from the boot. Unbeknownst to most of Lisa’s friends and colleagues it wasn’t just a home that she shared with the older woman, but also a rather unusual relationship. A relationship that Lisa preferred to keep well hidden from prying eyes...although prying eyes were something she was having to get used to on a regular basis!

           A vase of fresh flowers sat on the bedside table in the guest room, their delicate perfume pervading the air. The curtains had been drawn wide to allow the summer sunshine to flood in. Holly liked the room as soon as she saw it. After quickly unpacking she joined her aunt downstairs and a few moments later they were heading eagerly into town. The rest of the afternoon they spent shopping and laughing together like a pair of over-excited schoolgirls. Holly had always idolised her youthful aunt and being invited to stay with her, even for a few days, had been a wonderful surprise.

          That evening Lisa introduced Holly to Mrs Henderson and the three of them visited an Italian restaurant that her landlady particularly favoured. They all agreed that both the food and wine were quite excellent. Throughout the meal Holly appeared to get on really well with the older woman and although Lisa was pleased by this, she also found it slightly worrying…

          On the Saturday morning after a sumptuous cooked breakfast they left Mrs Henderson, who had plans of her own, and headed to the local swimming pool.  Lunchtime saw them ensconced in a rather upmarket wine bar where, unsurprisingly, they attracted a fair amount of male attention. Refreshed and refuelled they once again spent the afternoon perusing designer clothes in a variety of fashionable stores. It was a little after a quarter to six when, chattering and giggling, they stumbled through Mrs Henderson’s front door. The selection of bags they carried were clear evidence of Lisa’s “spoiling” of her young niece. Wonderful aroma’s drifted from behind the kitchen door.

          “I told you Mrs H was a good cook,” said Lisa, her mouth already watering.

          “I bet she’s gone to lots of trouble for us.” Once showered and dressed they went down to dinner and, as Lisa had predicted, the food was absolutely delicious.

          Having eaten their fill and finished off two bottles of wine Holly insisted on clearing the dishes and together with Lisa did the washing up. Once that was done and they were slumped contentedly in the lounge Mrs Henderson made a pot of coffee. It was then that Lisa received the first of a series of unpleasant heart-stopping surprises…

          “I do hope your aunt has been keeping you entertained?” said the smiling landlady as she carefully put her coffee cup down.

          “Oh yes Mrs Henderson,” said Holly, “I’ve been having a lovely time.”

          “Do call me Jean my dear. Well you won’t know this but your aunt entertains me as well?” The smile on Lisa’s face disappeared in a flash, her cheeks immediately growing hot as the older woman turned towards her.

          “Sit up straight girl you look like a bag of potatoes!” Lisa could feel her niece staring at her. Oh please no! Please not with Holly here! As she sat up straighter and pulled her shoulders back her heart began to hammer uncontrollably.

          “You see Holly your aunt can be a dirty little girl at times and she needs me to keep her in order. Isn’t that right Lisa?” Lisa nodded reluctantly keeping her eyes downcast, unable to meet the astonished gaze of her niece.

          “In fact when she’s naughty she has her bottom spanked don’t you young lady?” Again Lisa nodded as humiliation turned her blushing cheeks a darker shade of red. Mrs Henderson looked at the eighteen-year-old girl who was staring in shock at her now obviously shaking aunt and smiled.

          “Go and wait in position at the top of the stairs. I’ll be there in a minute.” Lisa looked up into the older woman’s grinning face.  She knew what the word “position” implied.

          “Well hurry up it’ll soon be your bedtime!”

          Lisa literally scampered from the room unable to raise her eyes from the carpet. She wanted to curl up and die. How could Mrs Henderson be so horrid? The humiliation of being spoken to as though she was a child was always demeaning, but in front of her own niece it was simply dreadful. Holly was staying until Tuesday morning. What on earth did her landlady have planned? She began to tremble violently at the thought of what she might be forced to do over the next two and a half days…

           

          Standing naked at the top of the stairs with her hands on her head and her elbows pulled back was a “position” that Lisa knew well. Mrs Henderson often made her stand that way when they were expecting visitors. Once invited in the guests were inevitably treated to an unobstructed view of Lisa’s nudity. And then, with her boobs wobbling and everything on show, she was always made to come down the stairs and introduce herself whilst standing embarrassingly exposed to their interested eyes. She shivered uncontrollably as memories of strangers seeing her private places flooded her mind. There had been one truly terrible occasion when she’d been made to curtsey to two young boys whose ball had landed in Mrs Henderson’s back garden. Totally naked she’d been forced to fetch it whilst the horrid teenagers followed her through the house, ogling her bare bum and boobs and pussy with obvious glee. The memory of their eyes and grins made her face burn. 

          An almost interminable fifteen minutes later when she heard foot falls in the hall her nervousness suddenly intensified.  Shame faced she stood to attention as Mrs Henderson looked her up and down. The landlady laughed gaily at the younger woman’s embarrassment. She couldn’t help noticing how hard the dark nipples already appeared to be. They were jutting out quite rudely.

          “In there and get your gym kit on. I think Holly’s going to enjoy seeing you exercised, don’t you?” As she went into her room Lisa’s stomach started to churn.

          “And if you don’t perform well we’ll have to punish you.” Jean Henderson gave her trembling lodger a beaming smile, loving the way the girl blushed so prettily.

          Obviously not designed to contain the ample charms of a 27 year old office manager the tiny cut-off vest barely covered the large mounds that strained against it. Lisa’s erect nipples produced two very noticeable points in the thin cotton. Mrs Henderson had hemmed the vest so that the lower curves of her submissive playthings full breasts were only just hidden. If Lisa lifted her arms above her head or even moved quickly her heavy globes would inevitably be displayed to anyone present. Matched to this was a short skirt beneath which Lisa was completely bare. She’d known she wouldn’t be allowed any knickers. Training shoes and white ankle socks completed the outfit. Standing nervously in front of her landlady her cheeks suddenly bloomed with heat as she felt a telltale trickle of wetness escape her pussy.

          “Holly is going to help me discipline you. We’ve had a little talk about your disgusting behaviour and I’m going to give her free reign where you’re concerned.” Jean Henderson laughed at the look of absolute horror covering Lisa’s face.

          “Well come on you don’t want to keep your new Mistress waiting!” With her heart beating wildly Lisa stumbled unsteadily down the stairs behind the older woman.

          When they entered the lounge Holly immediately turned to look directly at her. Lisa couldn’t help noticing that her nieces’ face was much pinker than it had been a short time earlier and that her eyes were alive with excitement. Quickly she looked away and refocused her gaze onto the carpet. The furniture had been moved back leaving a clear space in the middle of the room.

          “Go and stand in front of your Mistress,” said Mrs Henderson sitting down in an armchair.

          “I’m sure she wants to have a closer look at you.” Lisa did as she was told horribly aware of her nieces’ eyes following her every move. 

          “Holly and I have agreed that because of your uppity and patronising manner she’s going to help me deal with you over the next few days. Have you got anything to say?” Both women laughed delightedly at the worried look that flashed across Lisa’s very red face as she slowly shook her head.

          “First you’re going to show her how we keep you fit. I’m sure she’ll find it amusing.” Lisa said nothing.

          “Before we start go and fetch a chair. No doubt we’ll be needing it later if your usual lack of effort is anything to go by. Hurry up!”

          Once Lisa had returned with one of the heavy chairs from the dining room Mrs Henderson told her to put it down. It made an audible thump as it hit the floor. She looked desperately into the smiling face of her landlady hoping that some glimmer of pity would show itself. Of course it was a futile hope.

          “Well what are you waiting for girl?” said the older woman harshly. Lisa knew what she was expected to do. She stood to one side of the chair and self-consciously began to march on the spot in front of the interested women. Mrs Henderson immediately told her to go faster.

          “Don’t look at the carpet all the time you little tart, we want to see your face.” With her cheeks burning Lisa looked up into the excited features of her audience. As instructed she quickened her pace. Doing so caused her breasts to bounce and jiggle beneath the little top, the lower curves slipping into view at almost every step. Her already thorn-like nipples grew painfully hard as they slid back and forth against the thin material and within moments she was starting to perspire. It had been warm in the room to begin with and she’d just eaten a meal.  As she marched she was acutely aware of the short skirt flicking up at both front and back. If she went any faster she’d start to show what was underneath. As she caught Holly’s eye she realised that exactly the same thought had just crossed the young girls mind! Blushing intensely she tried her best to save what shred of modesty she still possessed by only lifting her feet a short distance from the floor. Mrs Henderson was quick to notice.

          “Stand still! What on earth do you think you’re doing?” The older woman’s tone was threatening making Lisa gnaw at her lower lip nervously.

          “I suppose you think you’re being clever. If a couple of boys were sitting here I’ve no doubt you’d be quite happy to show them everything you’ve got! Well?” Lisa shook her head quickly, her cheeks flaming.

          “Lift your skirt, right up you little slut!” It was an order.

          Shaking uncontrollably Lisa took hold of the tiny skirts hem. She couldn’t believe this was going to happen. That she was going to be made to display her pussy to her young niece. Screwing her eyes tightly shut she swallowed hard then slowly lifted the edge of the skirt to her waist. Her heart hammered in her chest. She heard a slight gasp from Holly as the girl saw for the first time the smooth shaven mound that sat between the tightly clamped thighs of her beautiful aunt.

          “Look at us girl and stop standing like that. Open your legs properly!” snapped Mrs Henderson sternly. Lisa reluctantly opened her eyes and even more reluctantly eased her legs apart. In doing so she exposed the pink-lipped slit beneath the curve of her belly. The sensitive knob of her clitoris was already threatening to poke out from its covering, she could feel it throbbing, and she knew her pussy lips were shiny with her own secretions. Being made to show her private places to others filled her with shame but the humiliation of the exposure was always accompanied by a wave of excitement. She noted the look of amusement on her landlady’s face and the satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. In contrast Holly’s cheeks were growing redder by the minute. The tip of the girl’s tongue kept darting out to lick at her lips as she studied the exposed vulval opening being displayed only inches in front of her face. It wasn’t difficult for Lisa to recognise the growing sexual tension in the girl. She blushed even more deeply at the thought of what her young niece was looking at.

          “As you can see Holly I keep your aunt clean shaven. It helps with her personal hygiene but also makes it easier for me to tell if she’s been a dirty girl. One of the worst problems I have is that she seems unable to stop touching herself, even in front of strangers. Your fingers are always busy aren’t they you little tart?” Lisa’s cheeks burned. She suddenly squealed as her landlady’s hand swung out and smacked the top of one of her thighs.

          “Ooooowwwwww!” Lisa jerked to the side as the sting penetrated her skin, her boobs wobbling uncontrollably beneath the tiny vest. Holly’s eyes bulged with disbelief as a red handprint gradually outlined itself on the trembling flesh.

          “Stand still!”

          Mrs Henderson began to slap each leg in turn.

          “Smack!”

          “Ooouch! Ooooh!”

          “Slap! I said stand still!”

          “Oooooeeeeeooowww!” Lisa rolled her hips from side to side as the tops of her thighs grew scarlet from the hard smacks. Fearful of what might happen if she let go of the little skirt she kept its hem held tightly to her waist. The dreadful embarrassment of having to show herself to her niece combined with the stinging from having her legs smacked was almost too awful to bear. She began to sob. She couldn’t help it. Nevertheless as she jerked under the stinging slaps she made sure her pussy stayed bare for them throughout. She was gasping for breath and tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes by the time the older woman was satisfied. Mrs Henderson pulled her closer, reached out and ran her fingers over the denuded pubic mound, ignoring the sobs and gasps that came from the trembling girl. Roughly she pulled the soft flesh back and forth causing the pink slit to gape open. Lisa squirmed and wriggled as the woman’s fingertips slid between her labial folds and urged her clitoral bud from beneath its hood. She could feel Holly’s eyes greedily consuming each and every detail of what was happening.

          “I think you need to see Mr Blake my girl. You’ve got some fuzz growing by the feel of it.” Lisa swallowed nervously and tried her best to stand still as her clitoris throbbed wildly under the older woman’s teasing ministrations.

          Mr Blake was Mrs Henderson’s friend who lived next door. He was in his sixties and surprisingly good looking for his age. He knew Lisa very well indeed. In fact he knew her intimately. He’d been examining and touching her at least once a week from the very first day she’d moved in. Every time Mrs Henderson thought Lisa’s pussy hair was growing back she was sent next door. It was Mr Blake who kept her “properly” shaved, as Mrs H liked to call it. The embarrassment of having him inspect and shave her pussy was bad enough but he did other things as well. Horrible things! Her heart thumped in her chest as she realised that Mrs Henderson would certainly send Holly along with her, so that the young girl could watch. Involuntarily her bum hole clenched with dread. 

          “Now this time do it properly, get your legs up!”

          Lisa began marching on the spot again but this time she lifted her knees up high. She didn’t want to give Mrs Henderson even the slightest excuse to punish her again. At each step the skirt rode up and exposed everything between her legs. She was told to turn around and keep marching. The short skirt did little to hide the womanly curves of her churning behind. Holly was beside herself with excitement, her pussy growing wetter and wetter as she watched the rhythmic bouncing of the almost bare bottom cheeks. Her aunt’s submission to Mrs Henderson was proving to be, without doubt, the biggest surprise of her young life. Even more surprising was the effect it was having on her. She felt dizzy with desire, almost panting! The gap between her legs was soaking, she could feel it, and as she squeezed her thighs together a thrill of pure pleasure shot directly into the depths of her belly.

          “Star-jumps.” Lisa immediately began to perform star-jumps. She knew better than to show any defiance to her grinning landlady. Executing each jump caused her boobs to wobble and jiggle wildly. They began to hurt. After only a few such jumps the little top started to slide up and within seconds it was bunched up above her now completely exposed bouncing globes.  Lisa didn’t dare to pull it down so continued to show the softly laughing women her hard nipples as they jumped and pointed in all directions.

          “Right young lady now that you’ve warmed up you’d better do some stretching. Take your top off it’ll only get in the way.” Once the little top was gone Lisa stood in front of them nervously twisting her fingers together.

          “Before she starts Holly would you like to examine her? She’ll do exactly as she’s told, if she knows what’s good for her.” The young girl nodded enthusiastically.

          “Stand here and keep your skirt out of the way,” said Mrs Henderson, pointing to a spot directly in front of Holly. Swallowing noisily Lisa edged forwards and lifted her skirt once more to her waist. She blushed intensely as her big boobs stuck out towards them, her flint like nipples only inches from Holly’s excited face. Hesitantly a hand reached out and gently slid across her exposed stomach. Lisa gasped and jerked at even this slight contact then moaned as the mound of her pussy was cupped intimately by her young niece. Trembling fingers explored the wet lipped slit but quickly grew bolder, their tips pushing the delicate folds apart.

          “T..T..Turn around.” It was the first time Holly had spoken directly to her aunt. Her voice sounded nervous and husky, as if she had a dry throat. Lisa listened but didn’t register what was being said, her head was spinning with humiliation and she was feeling really confused. She jumped with shock and almost fell when a hand suddenly slapped viciously into the side of one of her already sore thighs.

          “I said turn around!” This time the order was delivered with much more confidence. Jean Henderson noted the almost immediate change in the young girl’s demeanour and smiled gleefully. Catching Holly’s eye she was rewarded with a dazzling smile. The girl was going to prove most entertaining.

          “Take off your skirt.” Lisa did as she was told. She was shaking uncontrollably, a mixture of fear, embarrassment and arousal threatening to overwhelm her.

          “Goodness Jean I see what you mean. She’s got a very fat bottom.” Lisa visibly shrivelled at the mocking words from her niece. Her face flamed anew.

          “Bend over girl. I know you want to show me what you’ve got.” Holly giggled again. She couldn’t help herself. Lisa slowly bent keeping her knees tightly pressed together. Mrs Henderson immediately barked at her.

          “Are you trying to annoy us you little bitch? Get your legs spread now!” Lisa quickly shuffled her feet apart.

          “That’s better now hold yourself open so we can see properly. I know you’re enjoying every minute of this.” Cringing inwardly Lisa reached behind and grasped a bum cheek in each hand then pulled them wide apart. Mrs Henderson joined Holly on the settee, both of them laughing loudly at the display the 27 year old was making of herself. Nothing was hidden from view now. The swollen split peach of Lisa’s vagina and the tight brown rosebud of her anus were both lewdly exhibited for their inspection. It wasn’t long in coming. The young girl began poking and pulling at both openings. Lisa groaned as eager fingers pinched her clitoral stub then gasped as the tips of two digits forced themselves into her bumhole. Moaning loudly she almost buckled at the knees as they penetrated more deeply, painfully stretching the entrance to her rectal passageway.

          “Reacts like a little slut doesn’t she?” said the grinning older woman. Holly nodded as the straining ring of muscle grasped her fingers tightly. There was an almost audible “plop” as she pulled them free. Lisa’s cry was tinged with both discomfort and anguish as she sank unceremoniously to the floor.

          “Get up and stop making such a fuss! Running on the spot, get on with it.” Lisa felt horribly hot. Her head was spinning as she started jogging where she stood. At once she could feel the now swollen lips of her pussy rubbing slickly back and forth. Her face burned as she detected the tell tale aroma of her own excitement filling the air. Both women watched with interest as the physical attributes of their “plaything” bounced and swung most erotically. Lisa’s boobs and the cheeks of her bottom began to perform an almost identical rhythmical dance. Suddenly she became aware of a stickiness seeping from the slit of her pussy. They’d notice in a minute. Oh God No! Please don’t let them see!

Chapter two: An intimate evening

          “You dirty girl!” Lisa was panting and shaking. Her face flushed again as Mrs Henderson grabbed her roughly by the arm and jerked her to a halt.

          “Whats this?” she asked angrily, pointing to the shiny smears coating the insides of the softly curved and trembling thighs. Lisa sobbed with shame as the older woman ran a finger along the crack of her vagina and then held it up for Holly to see.

             “As you can no doubt smell, your aunt is showing her usual sluttish nature.” Lisa blushed an even brighter shade of scarlet, if that were possible, as her landlady brought attention to the musky scent now filling the room.

          “Open your mouth you little bitch.” Lisa did as she was told. The finger slid in.

          “Clean it properly.” Shaking uncontrollably she licked and sucked her own excitement from Mrs Henderson’s finger, sinking to new depths of humiliation as she did so. Holly looked on, her expression a mixture of disbelief and pleasure.

          “See for yourself Holly.” Hesitantly the girl reached out and ran her fingers between the soft labial folds. Lisa moaned and began to sob more loudly as her moist opening was invaded by her young niece. Almost transfixed by what was happening Holly stared at her fingers as she withdrew them. They were coated with sticky fluid. She looked up into Lisa’s bright red face, stood up and without any further urging pressed them into her aunt’s mouth.

          She marvelled at the way her aunt tongued the fluid almost hungrily.

          “Now you can see what a dirty little tart she is Holly and she’s enjoying every minute, aren’t you mmmmmm?” Lisa shook her head. The shame consuming her was almost tangible. Naked in front of her niece, her pussy being fingered, being made to lick her own juices from the girl’s fingers, it was unbearably humiliating. Yet even now she was shaking with arousal in spite of the intense embarrassment. She moaned loudly and pressed herself onto the intruding digits as they opened her vulval slit more forcefully. Mrs Henderson was quick to observe her reaction.

          “Disgusting! Quite disgusting!” she snapped.

          Lisa found herself draped across her landlady’s lap with her nose almost touching the carpet. Mrs Henderson was sitting on the dining chair and with one hand was holding her lodgers wrists very tightly in the small of her back. With her free hand she poked and prodded the plump cheeks of the rounded behind. Being put across Mrs Henderson’s knee always made Lisa feel like a little girl, the humiliation was dreadful but when it happened in front of others the feelings were inevitably worse. She screwed her eyes tightly shut.

          “In this position Holly you can see just how enormous your aunties bottom is. You’ll need to spank hard to make any impression.” She laughed and brought her hand down on the nervously clenching cheeks.

          “SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.” The grinning woman kept up a steady rhythm that soon had her younger charge gasping.

          “SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!”

          “Oooowwwwwww! Ouch! Ooooohhh!” Holly watched entranced as her beautiful aunt began to squirm across the older woman’s knees. Soon she appeared to be actually bouncing under the impacts, her legs scissoring apart to reveal the glistening folds between. Gasps and loud sobs began to punctuate the sharp slaps that filled the room.

          “Stand up girl!” Lisa scrambled to her feet, her hot bum cheeks continuing to roll from side to side as she swayed unsteadily in front of her tormentor.

          “Hands at your sides.” She sobbed softly as both women stared at her. Although she obviously couldn’t see for herself she knew that the very wet slit beneath her shaven mound would once more be embarrassingly visible to her excited niece.

          “She requires very regular discipline and as you can tell she finds it all very exciting. Don’t you girl?” Lisa shook her head, her mouth a sullen pout.

          “One crucial thing, you mustn’t let her to come without permission.” Holly’s eyes grew round.

          “Denial is particularly important in her punishments. I’ll show you what I mean in a little while.” Mrs Henderson smiled at the intrigued expression on the girls face then turned her attention to the shaking red "cheeked" woman standing in front of her.

          “Right you little tart tell us how dirty girls like you get it!” Lisa looked up into the stern face of her landlady.

          “Oh Miss please no. Please don’t make me say.”

          “Tell your new Mistress she needs to know.”

          “On…on…on the bare Miss. Always on the bare.” It was said almost in a whisper. Mrs Henderson slapped the trembling woman on one of her full buttocks eliciting a startled squeak.

          “Speak up girl and stop staring at the floor!”

          “Always on the bare Miss.” This time they heard her clearly and she looked into their smiling faces. Holly could barely contain her exhilaration. To see her gorgeous auntie behaving like a naughty little girl was incredible. When Mrs Henderson had told her about the special arrangement that the pair of them had, how she punished Lisa on a regular basis, and how she did all sorts of things to her she could hardly believe her ears. As Mrs Henderson had talked Holly could feel herself throbbing between her legs. It was just so horny. Until a few moments ago she hadn’t really believed any of it. Now she did! Her pussy was once again pulsing madly, the urge to touch herself almost irresistible.

          Lisa threw her head back and howled, her scarlet bottom performing a raunchy bump and grind as it absorbed the heat from the fresh burning stripe. Tears poured unchecked down her cheeks. Mrs Henderson drew the thick leather strap back in readiness for the next stroke. As she sobbed Lisa gripped the back of the chair until her knuckles whitened. The whole of her poor bum was on fire. It swayed and writhed quite independently of her wishes, the red-blotched cheeks clenching and unclenching as she knelt on the chairs’ seat.

          “Stick it out properly girl and keep still!” Lisa did her best to stick her burning bottom out and hold it in place as instructed but it just wasn’t possible. She screamed again as the tawse wrapped itself lovingly around her soft nether curves, almost jerking sideways off the chair as it landed. Holly was beside herself with excitement. At first she’d been shocked at how hard Mrs Henderson had hit the defenceless rear cheeks. Even the initial pink stripe had made Lisa gasp but from then on her aunt’s distress had increased both in pitch and volume as a red stain had gradually spread across her churning behind. The very first of Lisa’s squeals had brought a fresh surge of wetness to Holly’s pussy. She’d squeezed her thighs tightly together as the wonderful tingling bloomed in her clitoris. But at the first full blooded scream she couldn’t help glancing worriedly towards the windows.

          “We’re double glazed,” said Mrs Henderson with a grin.

          “No need to worry. The neighbours aren’t disturbed by the fuss your aunt makes when she’s being dealt with.” The strap rose once more.

          Increasingly the heavy stripes overlaid each other as the red hue of the frantically twisting rear grew steadily darker. Some impacts caused the cheeks to flatten then spring apart revealing the now thick-lipped slit of the vaginal opening nestling beneath. Lisa no longer cared what she was showing them, the awful pain in her bum was all consuming. 

          “Ooooooohhhhh! Please sto...”

          “THWACK!”

          “Arrrrrrrrgh! Oh God! Please!”

          “WHACK!” Lisa screamed shrilly as the strap stung her for the last time. Holly and Mrs Henderson watched the bright red flesh gyrate and weave in all directions as its owner tried her best to ease the burning. Sitting down next to Holly Mrs Henderson treated her to a beaming smile as she attempted to blow a stray curl of hair away from her forehead.

          “TOUCH YOUR TOES! HURRY UP!” The order, which was shouted, made Lisa jump from the chairs seat and quickly take up the required pose. She continued to sob uncontrollably as her abused flesh was painfully stretched. Holly whistled to herself. Her auntie’s bottom looked very angry indeed! Both cheeks were deep red and the skin appeared drum tight and shiny. In fact if anything her bum looked actually bigger! Tears dripped from the tip of Lisa’s nose as she tried to contain the raging heat that was engulfing her juddering lower half.

          “Reach up high, that's it, stretch!” Holly watched in awe as her aunt followed the older woman’s instruction. Lisa groaned as she did as she was told, humiliation and pain keeping all of her cheeks aflame. After reaching and bending for a few minutes she was made to turn and face them.

          “Arms out, crouch down, all the way, that’s it.” Lisa’s smooth shaven pussy was lewdly displayed. It gaped open, the lips swollen and shining with secretions as she performed in front of them. Then she was ordered to stand and reach up high again. Her boobs rose as she stretched, her nipples pointing stiffly upwards.

          “Up onto your toes.” Lisa teetered on the spot as her smirking landlady stood up and moved to her side.

          “I said, up onto your toes!“ Lisa screamed as a hand slapped forcefully into one of her already horribly scorched bum cheeks. She immediately started to sob again. Holly watched it all with sparkling eyes, her heart thumping excitedly in her chest.

          Jean Henderson had her submissive plaything perform the series of bends and stretches for a good ten minutes before she was satisfied. Throughout Holly watched. Watched the wonderful breasts sway and wobble, their deep red points poking rigidly out towards her. Watched as the shaven pink lipped slit opened and closed as her beautiful naked aunt bobbed up and down. Watched the tears welling up in the wide open eyes and heard the piercing cry that each hard slap wrung from the trembling mouth. Each visual and aural delight caused a surge of pleasure in the space between her legs. She glanced at her watch. Eleven forty five! Over three hours had passed since her auntie had walked through the lounge door in her “gym kit”.

          “Is that fat behind of yours sore yet my girl?” Lisa nodded her head unhappily and snuffled back tears. Mrs Henderson motioned that the red faced 27 year old should turn around and once more display her bottom to her young niece. Slowly Lisa did as she was told.

          “Feel free to inspect her Holly.” Again the young girl needed no further urging. She immediately ran her hands over the blazing cheeks bringing a frantic mewling and twisting from Lisa.

          “Gosh its so hot Jean! Bet it stings!” They both laughed as Lisa squealed and blubbered. She continued to writhe unhappily as her niece’s hands roamed, cupped and finally began to pinch her tortured cheeks.

          “Please Miss! Please stop! It hurts so much!” Holly just smiled.

          “Wait in position we’ll be up in a few minutes,” said Mrs Henderson to her trembling naked lodger. Holly could smell the unmistakable aroma of her aunt’s arousal. Involuntarily she licked her lips. Lisa guessed what was going to happen next.

          “Please Miss don’t make me! I’ll be good! I really will...”

          “BE QUIET GIRL! We’re going to show your new mistress what a little slut you really are. Now get upstairs!”

          For the second time that evening Lisa found herself standing in “position” at the top of the stairs. The previous few hours had been excruciatingly embarrassing but she knew it wasn’t over yet. Totally nude with her hands on her head and her elbows pulled back she could feel her poor bum clenching and quivering all by itself. It was horribly hot, really burning. She didn’t dare rub it. Waiting in position meant just that. If Mrs Henderson caught her doing anything else...well it just didn’t bear thinking about! Her abused pussy felt hot and sticky too but no doubt it would be feeling even hotter in a few minutes! She shivered nervously, goose bumps springing up all over her exposed skin.

         A quarter of an hour later the clink of crockery and an increase in the volume of muffled conversation from downstairs signalled that her landlady and their guest were finally on their way. Lisa began to tremble. Laughing and talking between themselves the two of them climbed the staircase. Holly was carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. As they passed she couldn’t help treating her aunt to an arrogant smile.

          “Well come along Lisa!” said Mrs Henderson sharply. She followed them into her bedroom. Holly was looking around the room with amazement. It reminded her of her own bedroom when she’d been about ten years old! Rabbits decorated the lampshade and ran in circles across the bedspread. Pastel pink and purple were the principal colours.

          “Over here girl,” said Mrs Henderson turning the bedcovers back. Lisa lay down on her back across the width of the little bed. Her head just rested on one edge and her bottom on the other. She winced as her sore flesh touched the cool sheet.

          It took the older woman only a few moments to arrange her naked lodger in the way she wanted. A single pillow supported the girl’s head whilst three pillows beneath her bottom raised her hips and pushed the shaven mound of her pussy up towards the ceiling. Holly was more than a little surprised when Mrs Henderson produced a towel that she slipped beneath Lisa’s bottom and two pairs of leather cuffs which she secured to her aunt’s ankles and wrists. She sipped her coffee and watched with interest as Jean clipped the wrists together then pulled them up and behind her aunt’s head. Next she attached two lengths of cord to the joined cuffs then secured each individually to a bed leg. She then made Lisa open her thighs as wide as she could, knelt down and tied each ankle to the base of the bed. Pulling hard she managed to add even more tension to the already widely spread legs, the muscles and tendons on the insides of each standing out in protest. Lisa groaned as the lips of her pussy slowly parted, the sticky surfaces clinging to each other before reluctantly slipping open. The rough surface of the towel began to send waves of prickly heat through her sore bum cheeks, bathing the anxiously clenching ring of her bottom hole as she tried her best to keep still. Jean Henderson stood back to admire her handiwork, picked up her mug of coffee and drank greedily. She saw the questioning look in Holly’s eyes.

          “The towel?” Holly nodded.

          “No point in making a mess on the pillowcases.”

          Lisa looked up into the excited faces of her niece and landlady. Laid on her back with her arms drawn above her head and her legs spread wide she was totally helpless. She could feel her hips pushing upwards causing her pussy to gape. The sensation of being exposed in this way was one she was becoming familiar with but in front of Holly a new level of intensity had been added. A fresh flood of humiliation washed over her as sticky fluid pooled in the crack of her vagina. She moaned.

          “There we are,” said Mrs Henderson happily as she watched her pinioned lodger strain against the ropes.

          “You can start to bring her on now Holly, be as rough as you like but stop when I tell you.” It took a few seconds for Holly to understand what she was being told. Bring her on? Then she realised. Mrs H wanted her to start fingering her aunt! The older woman watched the realisation dawn on the girl’s face and smiled at her encouragingly. Holly couldn’t believe what she was about to do. Excitedly she slid her hand across the trembling flatness of the taut belly and then cupped the soft vulval mound. Her aunt gasped loudly in response.

          “SMACK! SMACK!” Lisa jerked and screamed in pain as her landlady slapped the front of each of her thighs in turn.

          “Make the most of it you little tart,” she said. Lisa sobbed as Holly suddenly increased her grip on the defenceless pubic mound causing the pink lips to squeeze wetly together. With her other hand she began to tease the tight slit then allowed the pressure to ease and coaxed the folds apart. Sticky clear fluid welled from the exposed pink opening. Lisa moaned and groaned, her head turning slowly from side to side as waves of both pleasure and shame flowed over her. Holly looked at the knob of the heavily engorged clitoris. It stood proud and hard, jutting up from the highest juncture of the vaginal crease. Mrs Henderson smiled once again as Holly looked up at her questioningly.

          “That’s perfect, take her to the edge and then I’ll show you how to deal with her.”

         Slowly Holly inserted a finger into the hot slippery hole, then another. She stretched the tight opening and rotated her hand bringing a series of breathless gasps from her jerking auntie. Gripping the hard clitoral stub between her thumb and forefinger she began to massage it relentlessly.

          “Nnnnnnnnggghhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!” Lisa ground her hips into the pillows moaning loudly as the wonderful sensations flooded her pussy. Mrs Henderson grinned at Holly, quietly impressed by the girl’s masturbatory expertise. Then the fingers started to piston more forcefully back and forth whilst at the same time the girl pulled and squeezed the throbbing blood swollen knob more firmly. Lisa squealed and thrashed her head from side to side as the feelings intensified.

          “Ah! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh god! Oh god! I’m going to come! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!”  At that moment Mrs Henderson indicated to her young protégé that she should quickly stop her manipulations. Lisa groaned in frustration then screamed as the older woman’s hand suddenly struck the soft flesh of her taut mound. The second smack caught the gaping vagina fully, spreading the delicate lips and smearing fluid across the whole area. Lisa howled and jerked violently as her sensitised clitoris absorbed the awful sting from Mrs Henderson hand. Each spank was delivered precisely causing the bound woman to scream and writhe as if she were receiving an electric shock.

          “That’s it you dirty little tart, let’s hear you!” Lisa squealed and screamed and thrashed as her pussy was spanked hard. Holly watched entranced as her auntie’s vaginal anatomy turned pink under the ferocious treatment. By the time Mrs Henderson stopped Lisa was sobbing uncontrollably, her pussy red, sore and swollen.

          “Now Holly you can start again.” She looked at the older woman and at once understood the game. As part of her punishment Lisa was going to be denied her orgasm. They were going to tease her to the edge but then stop her going over it. It was cruel, horribly cruel. But Holly suddenly realised that she wanted to see her auntie taken further, much further! She licked her lips. Her newly awakened sadistic leanings were growing stronger with each fresh abuse visited upon her suffering aunt. Enthusiastically she began her teasing fingerings again, pulling the now severely inflamed membranes wide. She giggled as Jean Henderson nodded her head in encouragement. Compared to a few moments earlier Lisa was now excruciatingly sensitive. As the fingers forced their way into her abused pink hole minute muscular spasms ran across her straining stomach. She groaned in pain but her arousal levels rose quickly skywards. Her teeth began to chatter, an almost continuous moan of pleasure rising from her lips.

          “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Ooooh please!” Her hips rotated and rocked on the pillows as she pushed her madly pulsing pussy onto the probing fingers. Beads of sweat rose on her forehead.

          “Pleasepleaseplease! OH GOD!” Her scream resounded around the walls of the small room as the teasing digits were hastily removed and Mrs Henderson’s palm crashed mercilessly into the helpless soft vaginal folds once more.

          Twice more Lisa was taken to the very brink. Twice more she was denied the final release she so desperately craved. Her screams of pain and frustration were equally loud on both occasions, but they fell on deaf ears only serving to amuse her smirking landlady and her newest pupil. Jean Henderson would quite happily have continued to torment her plaything for longer but she had become adept at reading the now familiar signs. The suffering woman sobbing brokenly on the little bed had reached her limits for the evening. A pity...but tomorrow she had a lovely day planned for Lisa. Smiling to herself she picked up the pot of cold cream.

          Holly lay in her bed staring into the darkness. Her fingers were busy beneath the sheets. She gasped and threw her head back as the orgasm hit. Four times! She couldn’t believe it. She’d come four times already! Usually she made herself come twice and then ran out of steam but after tonight...all she wanted was to come again and again! She was soaking, her fingers awash with deliciously sticky spendings. She began to jerk and roll her hips again as the pleasure rose once more. It was a long time before she finally managed to fall asleep, her head still full of images...the very red and shiny bottom, the swollen lips of the spread pussy, cream being massaged into the crack between the rolling buttocks, the big mittens being fitted to her aunts hands and Mrs Henderson’s words...

          ”We don’t want the little slut relieving herself during the night”.

Chapter three: An unbearable morning

          On Sunday morning when Holly opened her eyes she felt wonderfully refreshed and very excited. She stretched and yawned. The travel alarm showed it was just after eight. Today was going to be amazing! She just knew it. A faint aroma of cooked bacon swirled down the hallway as she padded towards the bathroom. Her mouth began to water. She felt really hungry, ravenous in fact! Standing in the shower she allowed the events of the previous evening to play slowly through her mind. Quite simply it had been the most thrilling night of her life. Just thinking about what they’d done to her beautiful aunt started a wonderful tingling deep inside her pussy. She managed to resist the urge to touch herself but still couldn’t quite believe that any of it had really happened.

          A few minutes later when she walked into the kitchen any doubts that she may have had disappeared in an instant.

          “Good morning,” said Mrs Henderson brightly.

          “Did you sleep well?”

          “Yes really well thanks,” replied Holly as she stared at the amazing sight in front of her.

          “The little tart’s going to see Mr Blake as soon as you’ve eaten your breakfast,” said the older woman, nodding towards Lisa who was standing by the cooker.

          “It’ll be ready in a minute.” Holly stared at her aunt who suddenly jerked to the side as a stray splash of hot fat jumped from the frying pan, which wasn’t a surprising reaction considering the fact that she was naked from the waist down!

          All Lisa had been allowed to wear was a very tight white vest that clung to her like a second skin, blatantly outlining her breasts with their puckered and obviously very hard points. Besides being tight it was also very short, only covering half of her swelling bum cheeks. From the front Holly guessed that the shaven mound of her aunt’s pubis would be fully visible. She shivered with excitement. Sure enough when her aunt finally turned and placed the plate of cooked food in front of her Holly was treated to an unobstructed view of the older woman’s delicate vaginal lips. Lisa’s face was burning with embarrassment as she curtsied to her young admirer.

          “Good morning Miss,” she said quietly. Jean Henderson smiled as Holly took her seat.

          “She’s been toileted and washed but I’m afraid she’s already soaking wet. Always acts like a little slut when she gets the chance to show her holes to someone, don’t you girl, mmmmm?” Lisa didn’t respond just hung her head in shame and stared at the kitchen floor. God she so wanted to cover herself, wanted to hide herself away from Holly’s inquisitive eyes. To make things even worse she was feeling incredibly horny. Her pussy was throbbing uncontrollably. She really needed to come! Last night the girl had seen literally everything but the thought of what her niece might witness at Mr Blake’s caused her to quiver with dread.

          Half an hour earlier when Mrs Henderson had washed her lodgers denuded slit she’d been very thorough and purposely rough. Any slight chance that the ache in the girl’s belly might be satisfied had been carefully and cruelly denied. Lisa had sobbed not only with shame and discomfort but also with frustration. As Holly began to eat her breakfast Mrs Henderson led Lisa out of the kitchen.

          “I’m just going to get her dressed then you can take her next door,” she said with a grin.

          Holly was surprised at how hungry she was. It took only a couple of minutes to clean her plate and then she helped herself to toast and marmalade. The second piece was halfway to her mouth when it stopped in mid air. Her eyes grew round and then she started to giggle, she couldn’t help herself. Lisa’s face was an absolute picture. Her cheeks were literally glowing. Holly laughed out loud as her aunt was pushed further into the room.

          “Oh my god!” she exclaimed.

          “Don’t you think she looks pretty Holly?” asked the smirking landlady.

          The powder blue satin creation that Lisa was wearing wouldn’t have looked out of place at a children’s tea party, although it’s rather extreme styling would certainly have raised more than a few eyebrows. The dress was fitted. There was little doubt about that! Lisa’s breasts bulged forwards, almost spilling out over the top of the tightly constrained bodice. If she leant forwards Holly had no doubt that anyone present would not only get a good look at her aunt’s full globes but also her undoubtedly flint-like nipples. Little puffed sleeves rode high on Lisa’s arms. The hem of the dress was flared and frilled but scandalously short. Any shorter and the wearer’s knickers, or lack of them, would be embarrassingly revealed, but that of course was the idea. Shiny patent leather shoes and white knee socks completed the ridiculous outfit.

          “Don’t you think our little girl looks nice?” Lisa’s face burned as her niece nodded and tried to stifle her laughter.

          “Turn around and show your Mistress how lovely you look in your best frock.” Chewing nervously on her lip Lisa did as she was told. She knew that from the back the lower curves of her bum cheeks peeked out from beneath the frilly hem. Mrs Henderson had made her look at herself in the hallway mirror. A flood of humiliation washed over her as Holly started giggling again.

          It was only fifty or so yards to Mr Blake’s gate but it seemed an eternity to Lisa. She glanced continuously up and down the road as they walked the short distance terrified that a car or pedestrian would appear. If they did they’d no doubt stop and have a good look at her and what was on show, which was quite a lot! Having been told to walk at Holly’s side with her hands on her head she could feel the morning air caressing her shaven pussy and bare bottom. Both were totally uncovered because her raised arms lifted the hem of the horrible dress almost to her waist. She looked worriedly up and down the tree-lined road as they thankfully turned into the neighbouring driveway. When Mr Blake came to the door he was all smiles and immediately invited Holly inside. As Lisa gratefully began to follow her niece through the doorway he stepped forwards and stopped her. She still had her hands planted firmly on the top of her head because she hadn’t yet been given permission to take them down. He stared thoughtfully at the hairless mound nestling between the tops of the softly curving thighs and then directly into Lisa’s bright red face.

          “I see you’re acting like a little tart as usual young lady.” His smile made Lisa quake inside. She could tell from past experience that he had something dreadful in mind.

          “It’s obvious you’re enjoying showing yourself off so you can go and stand at my gate for a while. Make sure you face into the road. Well hurry up. I’ll call you in when I’m ready.”

          “Please don’t make me Sir! Please! Please please please don’t make me!” Her voice was high pitched and full of fear. His smile grew wider at her obvious panic then his expression changed to one of anger.

          Shaking she reluctantly did as she was told. She had to do it. Refusal would bring a punishment that would be unbearable, and then no doubt she’d be made to do as she’d been told in the first place...so she really didn’t have any choice. Slowly she made her way to the gate with her hands still on top of her head. If someone came along she just didn’t know what she’d do. Oh God they’d see everything and there was nothing she could do to stop them looking or even touching if they wanted. The thought brought a surge of wetness to her already sticky pussy. She felt really hot and her nervousness was making her head spin. Red faced she glanced continuously up and down the empty road and prayed that it would remain so.

          Holly liked Mr Blake immediately. Although he wasn’t handsome in the “conventional” sense he certainly had a mischievous twinkle in his eye, which she found very attractive. He had her laughing within moments and much to her surprise she found herself flirting with him. Yesterday morning she’d never have believed that she could flirt outrageously with a sixty year old man but then she wouldn’t have believed hardly any of the things that had happened in the past twenty four hours. He passed her a cup of coffee then showed her through to the lounge. Together they watched Lisa as she stood helplessly by the gate with her shaved pussy and bare bum embarrassingly on show. Suddenly her aunt’s head turned quickly to one side. There was a look of absolute panic etched on her face. It was then that Holly detected the muted sound of a car engine.

          Lisa stared in horror at the white van as it turned the corner and started heading towards her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Mr Blake and Holly standing in the front window. Both of them were grinning at her. OH MY GOD! As the van got closer her fear and nervousness increased to an almost intolerable degree. She wanted to cover herself, wanted to run inside. All she had to do was drop her hands and turn away but she couldn’t. The time she’d spent with Mrs Henderson had released her submissive nature to the point where she could no longer disobey her landlady, or any of her friends for that matter. They all knew about her and all knew exactly how to handle her. She had to do as she was told. Had to do whatever was asked of her no matter how humiliating or degrading it was, had to obey or suffer the consequences. Her horribly exposed pussy throbbed in time with her racing heartbeat. She squeezed her thighs together trying her best to hide her hairless slit from the prying eyes that she knew were coming. As her fear and embarrassment went into overdrive sticky fluid oozed from between her tightly closed labial folds. Maybe the driver wouldn’t stop, maybe they wouldn’t notice her, maybe the sky would fall, maybe...if she closed her eyes it might all go away. In desperation she screwed them tightly shut.

          The van stopped and inevitably she heard the door being opened. She was shaking uncontrollably drowning in a sea of helplessness and shame.

          “Well well if it isn’t Miss James in her Sunday best! And what do you think you’re doing young lady?” His voice was mocking. Lisa opened her eyes. It was Mr Wilkinson who ran the “Village Store” on the main road. Lisa had had to go there on several occasions for a pint of milk or loaf of bread but luckily never as a punishment or in one of her “outfits”. He was in his mid fifties, fat and disgusting with little piggy eyes that were at present literally standing out on stalks. He wasn’t a “special” friend of Mrs Henderson’s and for that Lisa was eternally grateful, but they both knew him.

          “Nothing to say then Missy, cat got your tongue has it?” Lisa could tell that his eyes were greedily taking in every detail. She squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could. She wanted to drop her hands and run away from the awful man but when he told her to come closer she found herself doing exactly as he said. Once standing by the van door he ordered her to open her legs. She began to sob then moaned as thick fingers roughly parted her thighs and delved into the wet opening nestling between. Much to her shame the whole of her vulval crease was awash with fluid. His clumsy probing immediately produced a fresh wave of sticky lubrication. She mewled in protest as he pulled the delicate lips apart. Then his fingers were inside her. She moaned loudly and her hips began to twist and turn. He chuckled to himself.

          “You love it don’t you you little slut?” He pumped his hand back and forth making Lisa writhe where she stood whilst her hands remained firmly locked on the top of her head.

          “Nnnnnnn...No please!” she gasped as his other hand slid slowly up the valley between the cheeks of her bare bottom. As a finger pressed against her bum hole she started to wriggle and cry more loudly. Her only hope was to clench herself as tightly as she possibly could. But he sensed her intention and immediately pinched her pussy hard, making her jerk her bottom backwards. It was all he needed. Her high-pitched whinny made him laugh again as he managed to force the full length of his middle finger into her extremely tight rear passageway.

          “That’s nice isn’t it?” he asked teasingly, looking into her crimson face. Lisa sobbed with absolute humiliation as both of her private holes were fingered by the horrid little man. Her hips started to jerk back and forth more forcefully as she felt herself being opened by his horrible mauling. Worst of all in the middle of her belly she could feel the first stirrings of what she knew would be an incredibly intense and shameful orgasm. Tears flowed down her burning cheeks and she groaned as the fingers continued to slip and twist inside her.

          “LISA! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Mr Blake’s shout made her heart skip a beat.

          “I tell you to wait at my gate for a few moments and what do I find? You’ve invited this passing gentleman to touch you. It’s absolutely disgusting behaviour. Just wait until Jean hears about this! Get inside you dirty girl!” Both men laughed as the sobbing half naked woman ran up the drive with her hands still locked on the top of her head and her naked behind rolling and juddering delightfully.

          “Thanks for that Cyril. I’m sure you’ll be getting to see much more of our Miss James before too long.” Cyril Wilkinson waved happily as he pulled away from the kerb. The inferred promise of another chance to interfere with the stunning young woman caused the bulge in his trousers to pulse excitedly.

          “So what have you got to say for yourself?” Lisa was stood in front of Mr Blake’s lounge window with her hands on top of her head and her bare bottom in full view of anyone who might be passing.

          “It’s hard to believe that you’re willing to act in such a sluttish manner in public!” Holly sipped her coffee trying to disguise the grin on her face as her aunt continued to sob unhappily. Mr Blake ranted at Lisa for a good five minutes whilst she stood shaking and tearful. They all knew it was totally unfair to blame her for what had just happened but that only added to her humiliation and their enjoyment of it.

          “I’ll be ringing Jean after we’ve finished to let her know exactly what you’ve been up to. Now get that dress off.” He grinned at Holly as they both looked at Lisa expectantly.

          No matter how many times she was sent to see Mr Blake it didn’t get any less embarrassing when she was made to take her clothes off in front of him. But thankfully at least she was finally able to take her hands off her head, her arms were aching horribly. Slowly she unzipped the stupid dress and then reluctantly took it off. Her hands automatically went to cover her bare boobs and pussy as her cheeks burned afresh. Mr Blake had seen her nude many times but it still didn’t make it any easier.

          “Hands behind your back.” Her uncovered boobs jutted out rudely towards them. As Mr Blake slowly looked her up and down she could feel her nipples pucker and tingle as they hardened almost painfully under his gaze.

          “Have you been showing yourself to people this week? No doubt you’ve been touched up a few times mmmmmm?” As he spoke he calmly cupped the generous breasts and squeezed them firmly. Lisa drew in her breath and went up onto her toes as she felt his fingertips tighten onto her sensitive buds and begin to pull.

          “N...Nnn...No Sir.” It was almost whispered. She shook her head in denial.

          “Turn around.” Lisa did as she was told acutely aware of the window she was standing in front of. Anyone passing would see everything. She swallowed and hoped he’d hurry up looking. Suddenly he slapped one of her bum cheeks.

          “Your bottom’s looking very fat, have you been stuffing your face again?” Holly giggled as her aunt shook her head. An intense wave of embarrassment flowed over the trembling naked woman making her cheeks flush once more.

          “Go and wait in my study, we’ll be there in a minute.” Thankful at least to be turning away from the window, and her niece’s smiling face, she scurried out of the lounge.

          Standing in Mr Blake’s study Lisa eyed the “block” apprehensively. Well that’s what she called it because it always reminded her of a butcher’s block. Like a thick-legged stool of sorts with a padded top which came to about waist height of anyone standing by it. Attached to the wall above and to each side of the thing were a number of rings. Her face burned when she remembered her last visit, how Mr Blake had made her beg to be allowed to come whilst he’d disciplined her. She could hear Holly and her new “friend” laughing in the lounge. She knew he was making her wait, making her wait on purpose so that she’d be even more nervous than usual...unfortunately it was working.

          Holly’s pussy pulsed hungrily and she licked her lips as she looked at her naked aunt. Lisa had just been ordered to lift her ankles above her head. The position was going to be just about as rude as anyone could imagine! Absolutely nothing would be hidden! Firstly her aunt had had leather cuffs attached to both ankles and wrists and then she’d been forced down on her back onto the padded surface. With her arms secured to each of the things “front” legs Holly realised almost immediately what her host was intending. Undignified didn’t really describe the view she was about to have of her lovely auntie.

          Steven Blake grunted with effort as he lifted each of his female plaything’s legs in turn. There was an audible click as the ankle cuff was attached to a ring on the wall above and to the side of Lisa’s head. He stepped back as the pinioned woman groaned with humiliation. Spread achingly wide her thighs were fully opened revealing every detail of what lay between. Her bum cheeks, which were held a few centimetres above the leather surface, were also spread apart, as were the pink lips of her obviously very wet vaginal crease.

          “There we are Holly. I think you’ll agree we can see a bit more of the little tart now!” 

          Once settled on a chair in front of the spread thighs he withdrew a pair of tweezers from his pocket. Immediately Lisa let out a pitiful moan and slowly shook her head. Holly stared at her in puzzlement.

          “Your aunt really enjoys this part of her visits,” he said with a grin. Holly smiled curiously back at him.

          “She always has a few stray hairs. It’s difficult to remove them with the razor so we usually have some fun to start with don’t we young lady?” Lisa didn’t respond to his sarcastic tone, just kept her eyes screwed tightly shut. Her visits to Mr Blake inevitably began with this excruciatingly shameful examination of the area around her bumhole. Of course she wasn’t always strapped down to the block. Sometimes she was simply bent over a chair or the edge of his desk. Often she was made to hold her cheeks apart, which always added to her acute sense of embarrassment. She groaned with mortification as a sticky drop of fluid oozed from her pussy and ran slowly towards her anal opening. Mr Blake chuckled.

          “As you can see Holly your aunt finds the whole experience very exciting!” Having her niece present was intensifying Lisa’s humiliation to a dreadful degree. Then she felt hot breath on her inner thigh and knew that he’d leant forward in readiness. She braced herself against what was to come.

          Lisa hated having her bum hole inspected. It was one of the most horribly humiliating things that ever happened to her and it happened a lot! Unfortunately Mrs Henderson knew exactly how it made her feel and so always ensured that anyone invited to examine her submissive lodger was made aware of the fact. All of a sudden she tensed as inquisitive fingers ran lightly down the inside of her thigh. They reached the very edge of her anal rosette and nudged at its wrinkled entrance. Holly’s pussy throbbed deliciously when her aunt suddenly let out a piercing shriek. Mr Blake held up the tweezers. A tiny hair was held firmly in their grip. With a smile he passed them to the young girl. Holly leant forward. It didn’t take long to find another. Right next to her aunties clenching rear hole was a small hair that glinted under the lights. As she gripped it tightly and began to pull she noticed how much her own hand was shaking. Her aunt’s ultra-sensitive flesh gradually formed a tiny peak as she applied more pressure. Lisa’s complaint grew steadily shriller until with a sharp squeal the offending hair came free. Holly listened to her aunt’s sobbing and looked at the wonderfully exposed flesh that was quivering so deliciously. She wanted to hurt her again...so she did.

          Lisa gasped then started to sob unhappily as she caught sight of the dildo that Mr Blake held in his hand. Although it wasn’t very long, probably only five inches or so, it looked horribly thick and had circular raised ridges along its whole length. A thin layer of lubricant coated its shiny black surface.

          “This should help focus your attention young lady,” he said, with an amused expression on his face. Lisa certainly wasn’t smiling and when she felt the thing pressing against her helpless bumhole her eyes began to bulge from her head.

          “Please Sir not there! I’ll be good, really I will. Please not there!” Holly couldn’t help laughing at the pitiful pleading and the panic in her aunt’s voice. It was going in and there was nothing the bound woman could do about it! The restrained body tensed as Lisa squeezed the hole in her bottom as tightly as she could. Desperately she tried to stop the invader penetrating her rectal tunnel even though she knew it was hopeless. Then she screamed. Red fingerprints appeared on the soft curve on the inside of one of her thighs. Steven Blake grinned at Holly then smacked the sensitive flesh again. Lisa squirmed as much as she was able, crying and gasping in equal measure as her tormentor continued to spank the insides of her quivering legs. As intended the pain distracted her from keeping her bottom hole squeezed firmly shut. Immediately the tip of the dildo was urged forwards. She squealed in discomfort as it stretched her anal opening and moved remorselessly onwards into the tight passageway.

          “Nnnnnn....Ohhhhhhh....Noooooo.....Please!” Her eyes bulged and her teeth began to chatter as the ring of her anus was forced into a perfect circle by the thick rubber shaft. She mewled in protest as each raised ridge slid through her tingling sphincter. It felt awful. She couldn’t help crying as her most private of places was mercilessly assaulted. Steven Blake grinned as the false cock started to disappear. He pushed harder. The helpless woman gave a slightly more hysterical reaction as the final much thicker ridge was forced past her straining ring. She shook with a mixture of shame and discomfort.

          “There we go,” said Mr Blake with a matter of fact tone. Holly gazed at the end of the dildo poking out of her auntie’s bottom. God she so wanted to touch herself!

          The cream was applied with an old fashioned bone handled shaving brush. Before long the whole area was hidden beneath a thick coating of white foam that extended down between the spread bum cheeks. Holly glanced at her aunt’s crimson face. Lisa couldn’t help staring back at her young niece with wide eyes. The shame she was feeling was unbearable. She cringed and sobbed as the razor began to slide back and forth across her sensitive flesh. Once the inner curves of the helpless buttocks were finished Mr Blake focussed his attention on the area around the end of the thick rubber plug that continued to jut defiantly from Lisa’s straining rear entrance. She gritted her teeth and grunted as the razor continued to explore every private crease and fold. Roughly he pulled each of the delicate lips in turn, stretching them tightly across the vaginal crease before carefully shaving along their lengths. Finally the razor worked it way around the erect clitoral stub and its hood. Lisa screwed her eyes shut and moaned as he wiped away the remaining traces of the shaving foam with a hot flannel.   

          Holly took the tube of cream that Mr Blake was holding out to her and squeezed a generous amount into the palm of one hand. Surprisingly it smelt strongly of what she guessed was aftershave. She looked up quizzically just as her aunt began to sob loudly. She too had caught sight of what her niece was holding. Mr Blake had used it on her pussy and bum a few times in the past when he’d wanted to be especially cruel. She couldn’t help blubbering like a baby.

          “Yes, it’s a mixture of an alcohol based lotion and good quality skin cream,” he said.

          “It has a quite beneficial effect! Rub it well in.” His grin was infectious. Holly couldn’t help smiling back at him. Without any further urging she began to smooth the cream over the spread cheeks and then worked it enthusiastically into the prominent pubic mound. Lisa began to whine and cry, rolling her hips in a vain attempt to escape the intimate application.

          “Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Oh God! Please Miss! It burns! Please stop! Arrrrgggghhhh!”  Steven Blake began chuckling as Lisa’s protests grew ever more vocal, her buttocks performing a violent dance, clenching and jerking frantically as her young niece continued to rub the cream into the freshly shaved flesh.

          “ARRRRRRRRRHHHHHH! PLEASE!” Holly felt herself growing stickier as she watched her aunt attempt to grind her spread bottom against the leather padding. The salve was obviously causing an unbearably intense burning sensation. She looked at Mr Blake. He knew exactly what she was thinking and simply nodded his assent. Shaking with anticipation Holly squeezed a small amount of cream onto her fingertips and then with excited eyes rubbed it gently into her aunt’s soft labial folds. A moment later Lisa was literally bouncing her bottom up and down as a terrible burning stung her most intimate parts. Tears poured unchecked down her face and her hips writhed wildly from side to side as waves of heat radiated from her tingling pussy lips.

          Ten minutes later Lisa walked tentatively back to her landlady’s house with the hem of the horrible dress once again riding high on her waist leaving everything on show.  Although horribly aware of her bare pussy and the giggling of her niece, she was incredibly thankful for the cooling fresh air that was soothing the excruciating prickling within her vulval crease. Mrs Henderson was waiting for them as they went through the front door.

          “Perfect timing!” she said.

          “It’s such a nice day I thought the two of you might like to go for a picnic?”

          “That sounds lovely Jean,” said Holly happily.

          “I’ll just go and get changed.” Mrs Henderson couldn’t help but notice how the girl rushed up the stairs and smiled to herself. Once in her room Holly immediately closed the door and hastily stripped off her skirt and knickers before laying back on the bed. It took only a few moments of fingering her soaking pussy to achieve one of the quickest, and most intense, orgasms she’d ever experienced! Exhaling noisily she tried to clear her head.

          Mrs Henderson meanwhile had turned her attention to her lodger’s blatantly revealed vaginal anatomy. She shook her head disgustedly. The girl’s labia looked puffy and had a definite reddish hue, the clitoral knob swollen and poking out excitedly. 

          “It looks as though you’ve been acting like a little slut as usual.” Lisa’s face bloomed with heat once more.

          “I’ve picked a dress out for you but before you put it on I think we’ll just give you another clean out. I know you enjoy it so! Come along!”

Chapter four: A visit to the park

          Lisa watched the countryside skimming past and swallowed nervously. Her bumhole was tingling horribly from the enema she’d received only half an hour earlier and although Mrs Henderson was including her in the conversation with Holly, and although the three of them were chattering away quite normally, she was still worried. She squirmed uncomfortably on the car seat causing her anal ring to clench firmly onto the hard invader that was nestling inside her bottom. The thing looked like a golf ball on a stalk. She’d begged her landlady not to put it in but all that had produced was laughter and a hard smack to each of her soft rear cheeks. Bent over the end of the bed she’d mewled in protest as it had stretched her private opening before slipping inside. A flared base ensured that it remained anchored in place. The sensation was horrid and she hated it. Her bottom hole felt like it was being held open and each time she moved it squeezed the rectal plug no matter how hard she tried to stop it.

          Sometimes when she went out with Mrs Henderson they just did normal things, like going to the supermarket or to the bank, but always on those occasions she was allowed to wear her normal clothes. Unfortunately the dress she was wearing now didn’t fit into that category. It was one that Mrs Henderson had carefully altered. Under normal circumstances Lisa would have considered it quite lovely, even though it was incredibly short and even though the sheer cotton was almost translucent, but under normal circumstances she’d have been wearing underwear that fitted properly. Today, instead of knickers, she’d been made to wear a tiny cotton thong. It was incredibly tight, the front panel squeezing the generous folds of her vagina into a prominent bulge, the rear strip almost cutting her in two, and of course she hadn’t been allowed a bra. Anyone they met would be able to see her nipples, bottom and probably even the mound of her pussy through the thin material. She swallowed anxiously again. Mrs Henderson and Holly continued to chat away quite happily. From time to time they asked her a direct question and she had no choice but to answer, but just as she was beginning to hope that maybe everything was going to be alright Mrs Henderson asked Holly if she’d enjoyed meeting their next door neighbour, Mr Blake. There was a slight pause during which Holly glanced over her shoulder and grinned at Lisa whose face immediately began to grow red. And then the young girl began telling the older woman, in lurid terms, exactly what had happened at Mr Blake’s house, how her aunt had howled and squealed and begged and how she’d made a terrible fuss throughout. 

          Before long they turned off the main road and followed a lane that twisted its way up a steep hill. Lisa recognised where they were going. Her pulse quickened as she remembered the last time they’d visited this same spot...

          It had been a weekday. Mrs Henderson had picked her up from the office after work. She’d made her get undressed in the car park, which had been terrifying in itself but luckily no one had been around, and then put on a tiny gym skirt and vest. There hadn’t been any underwear. Worst of all she’d almost immediately wanted to go to the toilet and so by the time they’d arrived at the park she’d been desperate. As they’d made their way down the hillside a thickly set middle-aged man had been making his way up the track. Mrs Henderson had told her to put her hands on her head and stand to one side of the path. Her smooth shaven pussy was embarrassingly uncovered and the man’s eyes had grown rounder as he’d got closer. Much to Lisa’s dismay Mrs Henderson had engaged him in conversation. Whilst they chattered he’d looked at Lisa with great interest, not only because he could see her hairless pussy and most of her ample breasts, which were barely contained within the tiny top, but also because she didn’t seem able to keep still. She was hopping from one foot to the other.

           “What’s her name?” he’d asked, looking directly at the two very prominent points that her erect nipples were making in the front of the thin cotton vest.

          “This is Lisa. She’s a little tart. Say hello to the gentleman Lisa.”

          “Pleased to meet you Sir,” Lisa had said shakily as her cheeks burned bright red, but she’d managed to look directly into his face as she’d been taught.

          “Does she always go out without her knickers on?” he’d asked.

          “Oh yes, she’s quite shameless. You love showing people everything you’ve got don’t you girl?” Lisa had shaken her head as the pain in her swollen bladder had grown steadily worse. The man had been about to speak when she’d suddenly blurted out that she needed to go to the toilet. She just couldn’t help herself. Mrs Henderson’s mouth had tightened into a cruel smile.

          “But of course you can go. I’m sure this gentleman won’t mind.” At that moment Lisa’s blushing face had reflected the horrible predicament she’d found herself in. Mrs Henderson had led her over to a fallen tree a few yards from the path and much to Lisa’s horror made her climb up onto it. Under the excited gaze of the stranger she’d been made to crouch down with her knees spread wide. He’d smirked at her obvious distress and watched intently as she’d been told to pull her pussy lips open so that they could see her “properly”. Crimson faced she’d done as she was told and then, unable to hold it any longer, gone to the toilet. The humiliation had been excruciating, so much so that at first she could only manage a tiny trickle. But quickly, and despite her terrible embarrassment, this turned into a full stream that spurted out from her pink hole and splattered onto the ground in front of them. After that she’d been made to bend over the tree trunk with her legs stretched wide apart. Mrs Henderson had invited the stranger to spank the helpless bottom that was so enticingly displayed and with obvious relish he’d rolled his sleeves up and begun smacking each of the wobbling cheeks in turn. Lisa had twisted and cried from almost the first blow, showing her bumhole and gaping pussy to her tormentor, whilst her landlady had urged him to teach the little slut a lesson she wouldn’t forget. He’d worked on each side of the writhing bottom until Lisa had felt like her poor bum had been scalded with boiling water. Begging him to stop had had no effect and by the time he’d been satisfied she’d been almost hysterical and in floods of tears…

          She prayed they wouldn’t meet him again today.

          They pulled into a shaded area between some trees where two other cars were already parked. Lisa looked at them worriedly.

          “This is one of my favourite places,” said Mrs Henderson to Holly as they climbed from the car.

          “I often come here in the summer. There’s a lovely picnic spot just down the hill, it’s not far and quite private.” She handed Lisa a hamper and Holly a canvas holdall before taking a folded blanket from the back seat herself, then she locked the car. As they left the cover of the trees they found themselves looking down a shallow valley. Both slopes were wooded but at their foot the silver ribbon of a small river wound its way into the distance. Perhaps two miles away Holly could just make out the rooftops of a small town.

          “Gosh Jean it’s really lovely,” she said.

          “We’re actually in a country park. It covers quite a few miles but if you go any closer to the town it does tend to get busier, especially at the weekends.” Halfway down the slope the older woman turned left and led them through the trees. After a short walk they came to a small clearing with a picnic table sitting at its centre. Holly put the bag down and looked out at the view. She had to admit it was pretty spectacular. Below them a couple with their dog were walking along the riverbank and much further away she spied a group of children playing football. Other than that the valley appeared deserted. As the sun warmed her face she took a deep breath and slowly let it out. It really was an idyllic spot.

          Half an hour later Lisa was feeling more relaxed. The picnic had been superb. Mrs Henderson always made delicious food and today had been no exception. She’d even brought white wine in a cooling jacket so they could each have a glass of chilled Chablis to complement their meal. Lisa licked her lips and smiled at her niece. They’d all been chattering away quite normally for some time and the warm sun and wine had lulled her nerves so that she no longer felt quite so anxious. As the afternoon had slowly progressed the threat of having to display herself to a passing stranger seemed to have grown less likely. Even her bumhole felt less uncomfortable. It was at that moment that the sound of voices and crashing in the undergrowth jolted her back to reality. She looked at her landlady. Mrs Henderson raised her eyebrows and smiled knowingly. Lisa’s stomach gave a lurch as a mountain bike suddenly appeared on the path to their right, quickly followed by two more. Helmets and sun visors covered the rider’s faces but she immediately realised that the three were teenage boys.

          When the first face came into view Lisa knew instantly that their appearance wasn’t an accident. There was a loud thudding in her ears as her heart rate accelerated. She recognised Timothy, the boy from Alison King’s party. Several months had passed since that awful evening but the mind numbing humiliation she’d had to endure and the horrid things that she’d been made to do were still fresh in her mind. Her bottom gripped the rectal plug tightly as panic threatened to overwhelm her. She wasn’t exactly sure how old the boy was, probably somewhere between fourteen and sixteen, but when the others removed their headgear she was horrified to see that they looked even younger.

          “Hello Tim,” said Mrs Henderson brightly, “what a lovely surprise. I’m sure you remember Lisa and this is her niece Holly.” With an enormous grin on his face he said hello to Lisa and nodded to Holly before introducing his two companions. One was his younger cousin Robin and the other, a friend, Simon. Straight away Lisa noticed that all three of them were staring at her chest. When she glanced down she understood why. Poking out very visibly from the front of the little dress were her obviously very hard nipples. Her face reddened and she quickly crossed her arms and hunched her shoulders forward, trying to conceal as much as possible from their prying eyes. Mrs Henderson laughed at her lodger’s reaction.

          “Stand up and introduce yourself properly to the young gentlemen Lisa,” she said. A look of absolute dread crossed Lisa’s already red features as she realised her landlady was going to make her show herself to the boys. Much to her chagrin she could feel a distinct wetness growing in the slit between her thighs and at the same time her bumhole was taking on a life of its’ own, clenching and pushing at the hard plug in a desperate attempt to expel it. Holly’s pussy was also growing wetter as the situation developed. She knew that something was about to happen and that whatever it was would prove excruciatingly embarrassing for her aunt.

          They all watched intently as Lisa slowly got to her feet. Her face had grown hot the moment the boys had appeared but now as she stood up it began to burn.  She couldn’t help glancing at their smiling faces that were turning gradually pinker with excitement. Keeping her arms crossed she stood uncomfortably in the gap between the picnic tables edge and its bench seat.

          “What are you doing?” asked Mrs Henderson angrily. Lisa looked at her landlady with pleading in her eyes. Please don’t make me Miss! Oh please don’t make me!

          “Uncross your arms and get out here. Hurry up girl!” Lisa dropped her arms allowing her unfettered breasts to swing heavily beneath the thin material. The dark circles of her aureoles drew the boys attention but they gasped when she shuffled out from behind the table and they saw how much of her legs were on show. The dress was indecently short exposing both of her softly curved thighs to their staring eyes. Robin Delaney looked at Simon Davies and grinned. Tim had been telling them the truth! Neither had believed him when he’d said they’d be able to look at, and probably touch, a naked woman! They’d both thought he was joking.

          Three teenage cocks grew painfully hard as the scandalously attired woman came and stood in front of them.

          “Now say hello properly,” said Mrs Henderson. Scarlet-faced Lisa curtsied slightly to each of them in turn.

          “Pleased to meet you Sir,” she said quietly, whilst looking helplessly into each face. Their eyes ran up and down her semi-clad body, travelling hungrily over the generous curves. She couldn’t help but notice the firm bulge that pressed against the front of each pair of shorts. Oh God! She knew she’d have to do exactly as she was told no matter how embarrassing. There was no choice. Soon she’d be made to undress, she just knew it! Already she could feel a sticky wetness seeping from between her pussy lips. Anxiously she glanced at her landlady only to wish that she hadn’t. Mrs Henderson’s smile was one of obvious sadistic delight.

          There was plenty of food and drink remaining so a few moments later the boys were sitting with Mrs Henderson and Holly. As they ate they kept looking at Lisa who, if her facial expression was anything to go by, was clearly very worried. She’d been curtly told to remain standing where they could all see her. Crimson faced she tried her best to ignore the boys interested stares. She clasped her hands in front of her pubic area and bent forwards in a vain attempt to hide herself from them. Holly looked at her aunt and noted the nervously twisting fingers and how much she was shaking. She couldn’t begin to imagine how mortifying the whole thing must be, standing there in front of several teenage boys with almost everything on show. It was just too horrible to contemplate.

          “What do you think you’re doing?” Mrs Henderson suddenly asked.

          “Put your hands on your head and stop pretending to be shy!” Lisa stared pleadingly at the older woman but slowly did as she was told. The hem of the dress rose gradually until the generous mound of her pussy came into view.

          “You disgusting girl!” said the older woman sternly.

          “Just look at yourself.” Lisa looked down. Fresh heat bloomed in her face as she saw the dark patch covering most of the front panel of the little thong. The thin material was thoroughly soaked with her juices and had become almost translucent. Outlined by the tight cotton her pussy lips and central crease were clearly visible. She’d known she was getting wet from the moment they’d arrived at the park but now her shame was there for them all to see. Looking up with panic in her eyes she wanted to cry, wanted to run away, wanted to hide herself from their laughing faces, wanted to escape from the tide of humiliation that was gradually engulfing her. But there would be no escape…

          “Take it off you little tart. You’re showing the boys most of what you’ve got anyway!” They all began to laugh. Lisa’s face appeared to turn an even deeper shade of red, if that were possible. Nooooooooooooo! It was going to happen again! She was going to have to show them everything! Before she could react Mrs Henderson spoke once more.

          “In fact you’d better take your dress off first, I don’t want you ruining it with all that stickiness!”

          “B..B..B..But Miss please not in front of them, please don’t make me in front of them and…and…and anyone might come!” There was a real edge of panic in Lisa’s voice and as she looked worriedly around the small clearing her rear hole began clenching uncontrollably on the rubber dildo filling her behind. The boys would see it! Oh God no!

          “What nonsense! You love showing people what you’ve got. Take it off! I won’t tell you again.” Visibly shaking Lisa grasped the hem and reluctantly began to draw the dress up and off over her head. There was a collective intake of breath from the watching boys as her full breasts wobbled into view. Her nipples were erect and stiff and pointed in all directions as the soft globes quivered. Automatically her hands rose to cover herself but a warning “No” from Mrs Henderson made her drop her arms to her sides. She stood in just her sandals and thong allowing them an uninterrupted view of her front.

          “We’re waiting. The boys want to have a proper look at you.” An amused smile wrinkled the corners of the older woman’s mouth.

          “And I’m sure they’ll be most interested to see what you’re hiding up your bottom!” Mrs Henderson couldn’t manage to stifle a giggle as her lodger’s face burned with embarrassment. Again Lisa stared worriedly around the little clearing and then back at the grinning boys. Their eyes were shining with undisguised hunger.

          And it wasn’t only the teenagers who were enjoying the young woman’s predicament. Holly’s heart was hammering in her chest as she watched Lisa being forced to strip. From the minute the boys had appeared she’d known that something horribly humiliating was about to happen to her lovely auntie. Between her legs she was feeling incredibly hot and wet. When she surreptitiously squeezed her thighs together under the table an intense jolt of pleasure surged through her pussy, it took all of her self-control not to cry out. She was feeling so so horny. As soon as they got back to Mrs Henderson’s house she was going to have to go straight to her room and finger herself silly!

          “Well what are you waiting for?” asked the older woman impatiently. Lisa looked into the grinning faces. She felt horribly dizzy and wanted to cry. Slowly she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the little thong and started to pull it down. Her head was spinning but between her legs she could feel her pussy oozing. As they all watched the thin elastic strip travelled down the curve of the soft belly. It suddenly seemed as if the little clearing had grown perfectly silent and still. And then Lisa could feel the warm summer air on her smooth shaven mound. She screwed her eyes tightly shut as the boys began to snigger, her face glowing with heat as the tiny gusset stuck to her intimate folds before finally slipping down her legs to rest in a little pool around her ankles.

          “Put your hands behind your back!” The sharp tone made Lisa jump. She hadn’t realised that she’d clasped her hands protectively in front of herself. Unwillingly she did as instructed. Keeping her legs pressed tightly together she stared at the grass by her feet, trying to avoid the amused expression on her landlady’s face. Now totally naked she knew that practically nothing was hidden from the grinning boys. But that was about to change…

          “What are you doing?” The tone of Mrs Henderson’s voice revealed both irritation and sarcasm.

          “How are we going to see you properly if you stand like that? Are you trying to annoy me?” Horribly aware of the plastic plug filling her bum hole she gave her landlady a final desperate look, a look filled with pleading and self-pity. Mrs Henderson’s face clouded with mock anger.

          “We’re waiting.” Very slowly Lisa stepped out of the discarded thong and parted her legs. Then she pushed her pubic mound forwards so that they could all see the delicate lips nestling between her thighs. She shook uncontrollably as the awful embarrassment consumed her.

          “Just look at you, it’s quite disgusting,” said Mrs Henderson as she noticed the glistening vaginal crease and the shiny smears that marked the insides of both gently trembling thighs. The knot of worry in Lisa’s stomach grew ever tighter as she stood there displaying her most private of places to the grinning boys.   

          That same knot suddenly tightened to such a degree that Lisa could hardly breathe. Had she heard Mrs Henderson correctly? Nooooooooooooo! Please NO!

          “We’ll only be half an hour or so and she’ll behave herself if she knows what’s good for her.” Lisa’s mouth was open. The situation, which she’d thought couldn’t possibly get any worse, was about to become unbearable. She began to whine, she couldn’t help it.

          “Oh please Miss don’t leave me with them. Please! I‘ll be good. I’ll do as I’m told just please don’t leave me here. Please!” The smile on Mrs Henderson face was almost beatific. Totally ignoring her naked, crimson-faced lodger, she turned to her younger companion.

          “Are you ready Holly?” she asked pleasantly. Holly jumped up enthusiastically and nodded, her mouth watering at the thought of what might happen to her aunt whilst they were gone!

           “Right Tim we’re just going down to the river. We won’t be too long.” She turned to Lisa who looked as if she was about to cry.

          “You’ll do exactly, and I mean exactly, as you’re told while we’re away. If I hear that your behaviour has been anything but perfect you’ll not be able to sit down for a week. Do I make myself clear?” Lisa began to speak but thought better of it. She nodded unhappily and once again stared at the grass between her feet. As Mrs Henderson and Holly walked slowly from the clearing their laughter gradually faded. The boys all started talking at once. Laughter and expletives filled the air for several minutes as their excitement grew.

          “You mean she’ll do as we tell her!”

          “Can we do anything?” Tim nodded.

          “You mean anything, she’ll do as she’s told?”

          “Yep.” It was a statement of fact. They all shut up as the realisation slowly sank in.

Chapter five: A tender bottom

          Timothy Cooper looked at the naked woman and grinned. His memories of that fateful night were very different from Lisa’s. It had been one of the most stimulating evenings of his young life and since then his aunt had educated him in many other exciting ways. But this was the first time he’d been left totally alone, and in charge of, a helpless female. His heart was racing with anticipation.

          “Come here,” he said.  Lisa stumbled forwards towards the seated boys. With her hands behind her back her big boobs juddered and wobbled in all directions, much to their appreciation.

          “God she’s got big tits!” They burst out laughing. Lisa’s face burned. She was shaking uncontrollably. The dilemma she now found herself in was simply excruciating and the embarrassment was all enveloping. But she knew if she didn’t do as the horrid boys said she’d be punished and punished severely. She had to behave. Had to do whatever she was told. Had to be good. Had to please them.

          “Why don’t you have any hair on your pussy? You trying to look like a little kid?” It was serious question but Lisa didn’t have an answer, she just looked at her toes trying to avoid their eyes.

          “My friend asked you a question!” His tone was angry.

          “I…I...I have to have it shaved off so…so…so that people can see everything,” she said quietly. Her face was glowing.

          And then it began…young hands gripped her waist and started to slide up across her stomach.

          “Look I don’t think Mrs Henderson would want you touching…” It was all she managed.

          “Shut up! Did I give you permission to speak?” The mockery in his voice stung her into silence. His hands continued on their way before finally cupping the heavy globes of her breasts. She shook and sobbed as the smiling boy squeezed and moulded their fullness then squealed as he pinched and pulled at the sensitive tips. The other two boys were silent as they watched their friend caress the helpless woman. They grinned as his hands dropped to her hips and then slid inwards towards the shaven mound.

          “Open your legs,” he said matter-of-factly. Lisa shut her eyes and did as she was ordered. As his fingertips teased the secret lips between her thighs she whimpered.

          “The little tart’s dripping wet.” Being called a tart by the sniggering teenager brought a fresh bloom of heat to her face. A muffled groan greeted the sudden insertion of two inquisitive digits into the slippery crack. Lisa rose up onto her toes and rolled her hips as the hateful boy pushed his fingers up inside her hole.

          “Look at me,” he said threateningly. She opened her eyes and stared helplessly into his young face. His look of superiority made her quake inside, she knew she was lost, knew she would do exactly as she was told. Suddenly he delved deeply which drew a shuddering gasp from her half open mouth. Her eyes grew round as the boy continued to roughly finger her increasingly wet vulva. Keeping her hands clasped behind her back was growing progressively more difficult and she couldn’t help wriggling and whimpering as her sticky folds were opened even further. Her bottom abruptly gripped the rubber plug as seeking fingers touched its protruding end.

          “What’s this thing?” he asked. His eyes twinkled with amusement as her bum cheeks clenched desperately onto his hand. Robin Delaney watched with bated breath as his cousin continued to touch the nude woman. She was moaning and writhing as Tim finger-fucked her pussy. His other hand had just started to investigate the crack between her bum cheeks, if her reaction was anything to go by.

          “Please don’t touch me there, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t…PLEASE!” Suddenly her hands flew forwards and she dropped to her knees on the grass, trying her best to cover her exposed flesh.

          “Stand up.” The words dripped with menace. It was ridiculous, after all he was only a teenage boy, but Lisa was frightened. Fear triggered her submissive nature and she couldn’t stop herself from obeying. He held a length of soft cord in his hand. It struck her that he must have brought it on purpose. Her worry suddenly spiralled uncontrollably.

          Once her wrists were tied behind her back her final line of defence was removed. Now they could do as they pleased and she wouldn’t be able to stop them, even if she wanted to. She was pushed against the edge of the picnic table and made to lean forwards onto its blanket-covered surface. Her big boobs squashed out underneath her to form a fleshy pillow, their hard nipples rubbing uncomfortably against the itchy wool. Then her legs were forced apart. Amidst much hilarity they investigated the space between her thighs. They took their time and as she wriggled and groaned under their intimate ministrations her delicate lips were pulled wide apart so that they could all look at her “properly”. Squeals filled the clearing as her clitoral knob was pinched and pulled. Young inexperienced hands roamed unhindered over every part of her trembling body and as much as she hated herself she couldn’t stop the inevitable lubrication that resulted. Tim gave his friends a guided tour of her private folds, not stopping until all of their fingers and her inner thighs were glistening with sticky fluid.

          “Open wide.” She moaned piteously as they took it in turns to push their fingers into her mouth. As she licked them clean the humiliation only fed her arousal. I’m such a wanton slut. I’M SUCH A SLUT! I'M A SLUT! OH GOD I SO WANT TO COME!

          “So what’s that thing up her bum for?” asked Simon Davies as the helpless woman sucked on his fingers. His cock was so hard it was hurting. The whole situation was making his head spin.

          “To make it easier to fuck!” They all laughed as Lisa began gurgling urgently around the fingers filling her mouth. Her panic made them giggle even more. And as she continued to burble and splutter Tim leant down and spoke gleefully into her ear.

          “You see Mrs H wants us to teach you a lesson. We’re gonna do you in the bum in a minute!”

          “Mmmmmwwwaaaahhh nooooooo gooooogggggg,” was all she could manage.

          Lisa shrieked as they pulled her upright, her shoulders screaming in protest. Robin Delaney was shaking like a leaf. He couldn’t believe any of this was really happening. Suddenly Tim pushed the nude woman towards him. The big boobs wobbled just in front of his face.

          “Go on, it’s alright, we can do what we want.” Robin looked at the gently swaying breasts. The pink nipples looked really hard and were poking out excitedly. With his heart in his mouth he reached up and cupped the wonderfully warm flesh in his hands. Within seconds he was pinching and pulling at the swollen tips as his cock surged in his pants. Lisa squirmed again as fingers pushed at the rubber invader filling her bottom, her anal ring spasming as she tried to expel the horrid thing. Suddenly one of the boys gripped the end of the smooth column firmly. She cried out and wriggled her hips shamelessly as he pulled and pushed it back and forth in her tiny opening. At the same time fingers plunged in and out of her sopping vaginal hole whilst the seemingly unrelenting teasing of her clitoris continued. Overcome by her lustful reactions she began to groan more loudly as the delicious feelings in the pit of her stomach intensified.  Just as she was teetering on the edge of a much-needed orgasm the touching stopped. 

             “Who wants to spank her first?” Kneeling naked on the grass in front of them she shook her head in disbelief. Surely they didn’t mean to hurt her as well? Hadn’t she been humiliated enough?  But even as her mind screamed for escape her pussy throbbed with wet betrayal.

          “Over.” Tears of embarrassment welled up as she slowly draped herself across the boy’s lap. Horribly aware that the end of the plug was on full view she tried to squeeze her legs and buttocks together as tightly as she was able, hoping to retain even the tiniest shred of dignity, but of course it made no difference. She squealed and kicked her legs up as the boy’s hand began to sting her, the fact that she was totally naked only adding to her discomfort. Gradually the pain in her bum cheeks began to increase.

          “Smack!” She jerked again, unable to do anything else because her wrists were tied securely together in the small of her back.

          “Smack!” The soft flesh flattened then sprang back into place as the hard hand landed. As the spanking continued she started to bounce on the boy’s knee. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as the terrible humiliation continued. Her legs began to scissor apart. They were seeing everything. She knew even in her torment that they were staring directly at her holes. Even more horribly her pussy was seeping sticky fluid and the horrid butt plug was doing a little dance all of its own. Suddenly there was a loud crack followed by an agonized squeal. Lisa tried her best to twist around but was held firmly in place. Fresh laughter filled the clearing.

          “Bet that stung a bit more didn’t it?” asked the boy. As she craned her neck in a desperate effort to see what had caused the sudden intense stinging he held it up. A wooden hairbrush! Without further warning he struck one of her wobbling bottom cheeks. It flattened and Lisa screamed. Two dark red marks stood out against the already angry crimson curves. The next impact drew an even louder protest and a frantic kicking of her legs. She tumbled from his lap and fell into a blubbering heap at their feet. Simon Davies looked at the sobbing naked woman then glanced worriedly around the small clearing.

          “She’s making too much noise, someone’s gonna come.”

          “I’ve got an idea,” said Timothy grinning wickedly at his two friends.

          After a few moments of the boy’s “man-handling” Lisa found herself kneeling on the picnic table's seat with her legs and bum cheeks spread wide. With her wrists still tied together behind her back and supported only by her stomach and the cushion formed by her squashed boobs she lay forwards on the wooden surface. Directly in front of her very red face the boy quickly shed his shorts and underpants. She stared in horror as his stiff cock jutted out and then shook her head in dismay as he rubbed its purple head against her lips.

          “You’d better open your mouth or I’ll go and find a nice whippy branch to use on your fat arse!” Lisa knew it wasn’t a hollow threat. Reluctantly she parted her lips and allowed him to push his erect member into her helpless mouth. He laughed and looked to his cousin.

          “Go on then,” he said excitedly. The back of the heavy hairbrush struck home. Lisa gurgled her distress around the hard penis as her bottom cheeks clenched frantically.

          “You’d better start sucking, he’s gonna keep going ‘til you finish me off.”

          They went slowly, enjoying the increasingly urgent reactions of the helpless woman. Unfortunately for Lisa the boy had learnt a level of self-control since their last meeting. Desperately she tongued the swollen knob and sucked at its length. Her bottom starting to weave from side to side as the burning in her buttocks grew to an almost unbearable degree. Tim thrust forwards and revelled in the delicious feelings coursing through his young body. Lisa gagged as hard flesh hit the back of her throat, snorting loudly in protest as the hairbrush caught the underside of one of her wounded rear cheeks. Tears ran unchecked down her face and then suddenly the cock spurted and filled her mouth with creamy fluid. Swallowing was her only option. The brush stung her even as he withdrew.

          “Please stop now!” she sobbed.

          “I’ll do as you say but please don’t hurt me anymore!” Her pleading simply aroused their cruelty. A few moments later and despite her protests a second youthful stiffness forced its way past her lips. The hard wooden brush began an exploration of the backs of her thighs. Each impact brought new pain that caused her to scream around the flesh gag filling her mouth, but luckily the boy didn’t take long before he exploded. Inexperience meant that the third boyish erection, much to Lisa’s relief, also lasted for only a few moments. She sobbed quietly as young hands once again explored her wetness. Fingers penetrated deeply drawing a stream of urgent groans from her abused mouth and as she jerked involuntarily on the teasing digits she drowned in shame.

          When Lisa felt her wrists being untied she thought thankfully that it was all over. Surely Mrs Henderson and Hilary would be back soon. But much to her chagrin she was forced to turn over. To her dismay she immediately saw the three freshly erect penises and their grinning owners. All of the boys were talking excitedly but she didn’t register anything that was being said. Her anxiety levels were as high as they’d ever been. This was all happening in a public place…anyone might come, anyone might see, God knows what would happen if they were discovered. Once her wrists were pulled over her head and firmly tied beneath the table’s edge they bent her legs up until her thighs rested on her chest. As loops of cord were passed around her ankles and knees she registered the fact once again…they’d brought everything with them. This was planned. Mrs Henderson was responsible for the whole thing. A pair of underpants was unceremoniously crammed into her mouth. Before she had time to react to the terrible position she now found herself in she jerked violently in her bonds and began to scream. Wild eyed she looked at the laughing faces and then saw what Tim was holding gingerly between his fingertips. A nettle! The boys crowded closer as the spiky green leaves touched the glistening folds of the open vaginal crease.

          “She doesn’t like that much does she?” one of them said with unintended understatement. Lisa writhed and struggled as the dreadful stinging engulfed her helpless pussy. A shrill muffled sound filled the little clearing for several minutes as the boys experimented. When they’d finished Simon Davies peered at the displayed pubic anatomy and whistled under his breath. Everything looked swollen and much redder than when they’d started. Lisa continued to blubber into the cotton wad filling her mouth. She hurt. Her bum felt incredibly hot but her pussy was stinging madly. Surely Mrs H would be back in a minute! Please God! They had to have had enough! How could they be so cruel?

          But boys will be boys and within a few minutes Lisa found herself face down once more on the tabletop. Her poor bum was stuck up in the air and her hands were retied in the small of her back.

          “Get your legs open you tart!” She groaned with humiliation as her thighs were again pushed open. Unpleasant tingling sensations were running to and fro along her swollen pussy lips. Lisa felt the boys crowd forward, a hard penis brushed against the back of her leg, and then eager hands pulled the cheeks of her bottom wide apart. Suddenly she squealed as the thick rubber plug was pulled forcefully from her distended anal entrance. Excited chatter and comments went un-noticed as she shook her head from side to side. Horrid sensations coursed through her. Involuntarily her rear hole attempted to close itself but the previous hours stretching had weakened the ring of muscle to such an extent that a feeble tightening was all she could manage. Inquisitive fingers were soon inserted into her most private of places curiously exploring the tiny opening. Lisa moaned with shame, her muscles tensing as the boys went ever deeper into her bum hole. Her face burned and she writhed on the tabletop. At each fresh intimate examination her buttocks clenched desperately and she squealed her protests into the gag. But in a terrible instant she was no longer just groaning with discomfort but howling hysterically and squirming and jerking. Hands held her down as muffled screams issued frantically from her wadded mouth. Tim grinned at his companions and stroked the leaves of the nettle across the puckered pink opening again. Lisa wriggled and snorted as her anus and then the inner curves of her wobbling bum cheeks felt the intense stinging. She begged them to stop, screamed for them to please stop, her unintelligible pleas falling on deaf ears as the nettle slowly wound its way along the crease of her bottom.

          They stood back and admired Lisa’s bottom. It was scarlet and swollen, criss-crossed with angry red stripes.

          “Bloody hell!” said Simon Trent as he idly stroked his hard on. The trembling cheeks continued to weave gently as they watched. Muffled groans greeted a hand that reached out to gauge the heat emanating from the sizzling curves.

          “I’m going first,” said Tim with a smile.

          “We’d better get a shift on cos Mrs H will be back soon.” Without any further warning he stood directly between the helpless woman’s legs and held the engorged end of his cock to her swollen rectal dimple. Lisa immediately began to struggle in an attempt to avoid what she knew was about to happen. Jerking frantically she tried to roll her hips to the side but the boy simply pushed her back into position. The muffled entreaties that had so far escaped her gagged mouth now took on an even keener edge, her shrill protests rising in both volume and pitch. Then she groaned with discomfort and shame as she felt the furiously stiff cock enter her tight rear tunnel. Squirming as the unyielding hardness slid more deeply into her bottom she wallowed in the utter submission being forced upon her. Any hope of clenching herself tightly to prevent the boy’s entry had been effectively removed. The dreadful butt plug had seen to that. She mewled piteously as he began to pump himself roughly back and forth. Even as his erection ploughed her anal passageway and the excruciating sensations filled her Lisa was aware of the unwelcome tingling that was steadily growing in her pussy. She moaned as her body once again began to betray her and in a corner of her mind she found herself thankful that the cocks about to fuck her bum hole were at least of a manageable size!  Suddenly the boy tensed. Lisa felt his hardness throbbing deep inside her bottom and then the hot spurts of his orgasm as he collapsed forwards onto her.

          “That was fucking ace,” he said to his companions with a huge grin as he lifted himself up onto his elbows. There was a soft plop as his rapidly softening penis slid from the abused anal opening. Lisa immediately felt warm fluid begin to seep from her rear hole. It ran down the crease between her tingling cheeks and over her swollen vaginal lips to drip slowly down onto the grass beneath.

          She squealed into the makeshift gag as the second engorged penis drove inexpertly into her. The boy held her tightly by the hips and pushed himself as far as he could into the slippery opening. Luckily it took only a few moments before he lost control, his loud grunts causing much hilarity to his two watching friends. Lisa’s face burned as the final boy took up his position. It was the one she recognised as Robin. At the same time Timothy had moved around to stand in front of her and now as his cousin pressed his erection into the helpless rectal canal he pulled Lisa’s hair so that she had to look directly up into his smiling face. Her cheeks bloomed with humiliation as she felt the cock slide deep inside her bottom. Tim smiled knowingly into her very red features as he saw the embarrassment that brimmed within her eyes. She gasped for breath as the erection pumped rapidly in and out, her face suffusing with shame as the liquid sounds of her bottom being buggered reached her ears. The boy suddenly stiffened and then slumped forwards. As the wadded underpants were removed from her mouth she gasped thankfully at the fresh air. Thank God it was all over now, they’d untie her and she’d be able to clean herself up before Mrs Henderson came back.

          But they didn’t. Instead, and despite her pleading with them, they tied her ankles apart and left her there naked, helpless and totally exposed.

          Gradually the warm fluid dripping from her aching bum hole and down the backs of her legs began to cool. She felt so ashamed but it wasn’t her fault. Surely Mrs H would understand. She’d done as she was told. She’d been good. When she heard approaching voices Lisa closed her eyes and prayed that they weren’t strangers.

          “You disgusting little tart! What on earth have you been up to?” Mrs Henderson sounded really angry.

          “Miss they made me, they made me do…”

          “Be quiet girl!” Jean Henderson smiled at her lodger’s round-eyed niece as she quickly untied the bound wrists. Her plaything’s bottom and thighs had obviously taken a fair amount of punishment. And by the look of her swollen rear entrance it had been subjected to a forceful buggering! Sticky white fluid had dripped from the abused anus and was smeared between the scarlet buttocks. She couldn’t help smiling. But then she raised her eyebrows in surprise when she noticed the numerous tiny blisters that dotted the sensitive folds and inner curves of the younger woman’s rear anatomy. They’ve used nettles on her. That Timothy was certainly more inventive than she’d have given him credit for!

           “Just look at the state of her Holly. No doubt she enticed the boys from the moment we left.” Holly was trembling with excitement, her beautiful aunt’s bottom looked very sore indeed and the thought that the three teenage boys had actually “done” her up the bum was making her pussy throb deliciously.

          Much to Holly’s delight Mrs Henderson didn’t return Lisa's dress but forced her to climb up the hill and walk back to the car totally naked. Watching her aunt’s striped red buttocks as they rolled from side to side as she made her way up the track drew Holly's eyes and made her mouth water. The pink folds of the obviously very wet vagina kept peeking out from beneath the angry rear cheeks. Holly felt so horny she thought she’d burst! Unfortunately they didn’t meet anyone on the way to the car, but you couldn’t have everything!

          On the journey back to Mrs Henderson’s tiny whimpers came from the back seat each time the car nudged a pothole or hit an uneven piece of road. Lisa couldn’t help herself. The rough blanket she’d been made to sit on was causing havoc with her horribly hot and sore bum cheeks. She was thankful when they finally turned into Mrs Henderson’s drive but once through the front door she was curtly told to go and wait in the bathroom. As she stood naked and trembling it took all of her self-control to keep her hands on top of her head, she so wanted to rub her poor bum and smooth away the awful tingling. Her pussy was throbbing too but she knew if she was caught touching herself there she’d be in serious trouble. She was wriggling and rolling her bottom in an attempt to ease the unpleasant sensations between her rear cheeks when a few minutes later Mrs Henderson and Holly walked in.

          "Just look at the shameless little tart Holly, she still can't control herself."

          Once full of hot soapy water Mrs Henderson hung the rubber bag from the shower's curtain rail.

          "I think you need a thorough cleaning before bedtime, don't you young lady?" Lisa's face was bright red as she stared at the dreaded enema bag. Having her niece present was simply mortifying. Holly was once more beside herself with excitement as she watched the older woman attach a red hose to the bag. At the other end was a thick bulbous nozzle and a few inches above that a curious flared cone. She licked her lips in anticipation and squeezed her legs together. She knew exactly where that was going!

          "In you get." Lisa stepped gingerly into the bath.

          "Bend right over girl. I know you want Holly to see everything." Mrs Henderson giggled at the look of absolute shame that covered her lodger's features. Lisa did as she was told. With a smile directed at the watching younger girl Jean Henderson parted the trembling buttocks and pressed the hard plastic tip against the swollen bumhole. Lisa squealed as it slipped past her clenching sphincter and wormed its way deeply into her rectal passageway. She moaned more urgently when Mrs Henderson pressed forcefully on the rubber cone. Her anus stretched painfully and then the horrid thing lodged itself just inside her protesting anal opening. A few seconds later and the warm fluid began to flow. Almost at once Lisa felt the awful cramping begin.

          "Right it shouldn't take long before she's nice and full, would you like to start washing her while we wait?" Holly grinned and nodded. Lisa groaned as her bowels began to expand.

          Once the bath was full of hot water Holly soaked the flannel and rubbed it vigorously on the soap.

          "I'm just going to pop downstairs and put the kettle on," said Mrs Henderson with a grin.

          "I'll be back in a minute." Lisa was standing at one end of the bath with her hands on her head. The tube disappeared behind her and curved up between her bum cheeks. She was moaning and swaying slightly from side to side. Already she desperately needed to go to the toilet. Another wave of spasms passed through her belly as the pressure in her bowels made her writhe with discomfort. Holly began enthusiastically soaping her naked aunt. She no longer needed any encouragement from Mrs Henderson. The flannel and her hands covered the slippery curves of Lisa's quivering body with abandon. They cupped and squeezed the big boobs then slid over the swelling stomach and down between the softly curving thighs.

          "Open your legs!" she said curtly. Lisa obeyed and then started to gasp as her vulval folds were rubbed and roughly parted by her niece's eager fingers. Lisa groaned more urgently as her stomach went into spasm again.

          "Turn!" Holly pulled at her aunt's wrist and twisted her around so that she could get at her bottom. It still looked incredibly sore and swollen and very red. Lisa squealed as the rough flannel began to slide over her sensitive bum cheeks. She jerked as the inquisitive hands squeezed and cupped her abused curves.

          "Please be gentle," she gasped.

          "I'm so sore." Holly simply laughed and looked into her aunt's face. Lisa saw the cruelty and excitement reflected in the girl's eyes and realised that Mrs Henderson had unleashed something from deep within her young niece. A something that wanted to feed on the humiliation of others. A something that wanted to dominate and control. A something that was enjoying every moment of pain and embarrassment that Lisa was being made to endure. She groaned with discomfort, her insides contracting in painful protest, as the warm soapy fluid expanded her bowels. It felt as though she was going to burst! 

          Sat on the toilet Lisa's cheeks glowed red as she looked into the grinning faces of Holly and Mrs Henderson. She'd just been forced to void the contents of her bowels in front of them and it had happened very noisily. Consumed with shame she took the proffered wet wipe and gently cleaned herself. Having an enema in front of her grinning niece had taken her to yet new depths of humiliation. But at least Holly was going home on Tuesday morning so thankfully she only had to get through one more day. But of course it could prove to be a very long day indeed...

Chapter six: A very wet morning

          When Holly went down to the kitchen the following morning she found her aunt serving breakfast dressed only in an apron. Her bottom was bare and her big breasts swung freely beneath the thin cotton bib.

          “Good morning Miss,” Lisa said politely, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. Holly would never fully understand the relationship that her aunt had with Mrs Henderson, but she did know that she found the whole situation incredibly exciting. Even now a tell tale tingle was making itself known in the intimate folds nestling between her thighs. And it wouldn’t be long before the tell tale tingle grew into something much more substantial, because Holly had prior knowledge of what was about to transpire...

          As the dishes were being cleared Mrs Henderson told Lisa that she was going out until lunchtime. The next sentence brought a fresh bloom of heat to her lodger's cheeks.

          "And whilst I'm gone your niece is going to keep an eye on you." Holly looked at the startled expression on her aunt’s red face. Jean Henderson turned towards the young girl.

          “Make sure you put her through her paces this morning. I’d do it myself but I think you might enjoy the experience more!” They both laughed.

          “Oh and do feel free to discipline her if she doesn’t put in enough effort.” Lisa stared hard at the kitchen floor. She was trembling all over.

          “Holly’s in charge of you this morning girl so make sure you behave yourself. I haven't forgotten yesterdays shameful little adventure so I don’t expect any reports of you misbehaving. Do you understand?” The words were edged with sarcasm and as her cheeks darkened from red to crimson Lisa nodded unhappily.

          “I’ll just get her cleaned and changed Holly then she’s all yours.”

          Mrs Henderson waved from the car as she drove out onto the avenue. Holly waved back then turned from the window and sat down in an armchair. She was incredibly excited. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she looked at her aunt. Lisa was standing barefoot in the centre of the room. She certainly made an intriguing sight. The miniscule shorts she wore were ultra tight, fitting over her hips and the lower curve of her stomach like a second skin. It was obvious that she had nothing on underneath because between the tops of her thighs the mound of her pussy bulged obscenely. Revealed by the thin cotton both its' central crease and chubby labia were fully visible. She wore the same tiny cut-off vest she’d worn on Holly’s first night and it still displayed as much of her aunt’s big boobs as it had then. Holly drew in her breath and tried to control her excitement.

          “Come here,” she said, clearing her throat. Lisa went and stood directly in front of her niece. She couldn’t bring herself to look the girl in the face so stared at the carpet instead.

          “Why aren’t you wearing any knickers?” asked Holly as sternly as she could.

          “I…I…I wasn’t allowed any Miss,” Lisa replied quietly. The embarrassment she was feeling was incredible. Having to submit to her young niece was drowning her in humiliation.

          “Turn around and bend over.” Lisa did as she was told. As she bent her boobs swung out from beneath the vest revealing her nipples that were shamefully hard and erect. Holly stared at the swelling curves of her aunt’s bottom tightly encased in the little shorts. The full cheeks bulged enticingly whilst the pouch of the vagina jutted out very rudely. Where the thin cotton stretched across the vulval crease a tell tale wet line was revealed. Holly's own pussy was throbbing in sympathy! She slowly let her breath out and tried to stop the shaking of her hands. Now she was going to do as she pleased. She almost groaned as the thought caused the tingling in her belly to flare uncontrollably.

          Star jumps, press-ups, running on the spot, touching her toes, cycling on her back, doing the splits – Holly ordered her aunt to do all of the most embarrassing exercises she could think of. And as Lisa grew more breathless and increasingly redder in the face the damp patch on the shorts between her legs grew larger and larger.

          “Disgusting, you’re a disgusting little slut what are you?” 

          “A disgusting little slut Miss,” replied Lisa keeping her eyes downcast.

          “Get your top off and let's see those big tits you’re so proud of.” As Holly’s manner had grown more demanding so her confidence had increased. Each time Lisa had done exactly as she was ordered Holly’s dominant behaviour had become more authoritarian. Now she was ready to have her aunt submit completely, now she was going to indulge herself as she’d wanted to since Friday night. Her heart was thudding as she watched the heavy breasts come into view, they wobbled nervously causing the thorn like nipples to poke in every direction. Lisa’s face was absolutely scarlet, the exercises had been tiring, she was out of breath and her nervousness was combining with the dreadful humiliation to make her feel really dizzy. A shiny layer of perspiration coated her skin enhancing the generous curves of her breasts and outlining the musculature of her legs.

          "Take your shorts off."

          Whilst her aunt had jumped and jogged in front of her Holly had relaxed on the settee, leaning back on the cushions and allowing the short skirt she wore to ride up on her thighs. As Lisa panted with exertion so Holly began to pant with desire, she couldn't help herself. She'd squeezed her legs together as she'd watched, causing delicious sensations to flood the delicate, and increasingly moist, slit of her pussy. Now she wanted to go further.

          "Running on the spot, get going." Lisa did as she was told. Her breasts began to bounce immediately and after only a few moments they started to ache. She couldn't help cupping them for support.

          "Get your hands away! In fact put them behind your back and keep them there." Lisa moaned as the aching in her bouncing globes grew. Holly stood up and held them in her own hands. She squeezed the soft flesh firmly before transferring her attention to the engorged tips, pinching them with her fingers as they tired to escape her grip. Lisa moaned more urgently as her sensitive nipples absorbed the hurt.

          "Alright you can stop now," said Holly as she sat back down to catch her breath. She gazed up into the flushed features of her panting aunt. For the briefest of moments their eyes met. Lisa quickly dropped her gaze but not before she'd recognised the look of triumph on the girl's face. Holly told her to spread her legs and stand still. Immediately she reached out and started to open the hairless vulval folds displayed so provocatively in front of her. Lisa moaned but couldn't help pushing her hips forwards onto the questing digits.

          "Owwwwwwww! Ooooooooooooh!" Two vicious slaps across the fullness of one thigh made her cry out.

          "I said stand still!" The fingers delved roughly between the sticky lips bringing a stream of groans from Lisa and an involuntary squirming of her hips. She squealed loudly as another two slaps stung the soft curve of her thigh.

          "Aren't you able to follow simple instructions you stupid girl?" The teasing fingers returned, seeking out the erect clitoral button and nipping it sharply. Lisa gasped and jerked her hips back and forth frantically. The girl toyed knowingly with the sensitive flesh making her aunt whimper and shiver. She cupped the writhing bottom with her free hand noting how the soft cheeks clenched rhythmically as her manipulations drove the older woman relentlessly towards orgasm. Just as the powerful sensations were about to make Lisa lose all control Holly stopped the delicious torment.

          "I told you to stay still not jerk about like a common tart. You need to be taught a lesson my girl!" 

          Mortified Lisa draped herself across the waiting lap. Yet again humiliation was raising her arousal levels to an almost unbearable degree. Naked. Naked in front of her young niece. Forced to act like a dirty little slut. She was so ashamed. So embarrassed but she so wanted to come. So wanted to spend on the wonderful fingers, wanted to show her young niece everything. She cried out as a hard smack landed across the fullness of her bottom.

          "Open your legs you little bitch." Lisa cringed at the harsh tone and at the way her young niece was now treating her but spread her legs wide nonetheless. She gasped as the lips of her pussy were pulled forcefully apart.

          "You're soaking wet girl, quite disgusting. It's almost dripping out of you!" Holly's laughter went unheeded as Lisa began to pant and moan. The fingers penetrated roughly and unable to stop herself she ground her hips against the girl's knees. Once the fingertips found her engorged clitoris Lisa quickly resumed her climb towards what she knew would be a mind blowing climax. Oh God she was going to come! Oh Yes! Oh Yesssss! Oh God!

          But the wonderful sensations suddenly stopped, the intense pleasure immediately ebbing away. Nooooooooooo! She was nearly there! So close! Nooooooooooooooo!

          "Please Miss don't stop," she blurted out breathlessly.

          "Oh please, make me come please! ARRRRRRGHH! OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Lisa screamed as her bum cheeks caught fire. Holly spanked the wobbling bottom as hard as she could, red finger marks appearing all over the wriggling curves. Lisa cried and sobbed as the heat in her rump rapidly increased. Once it was over she lay there blubbering like a baby for several minutes. It wasn't that the spanking had been particularly hard, she'd had much worse, but the fact that the situation she found herself in was so horribly humiliating.  

          "The next time I tell you to do something I'll expect you to do it," said Holly softly as she idly traced her fingers across the now rosy buttocks.

          "I'm going to ask Jean if I can use the strap on you before I leave. That would be nice wouldn't it?" Lisa shook her head then suddenly jerked and gurgled her protest as a finger sank deeply into her bumhole. Another finger pushed in stretching the tiniest and most private of her openings. She gritted her teeth as the horrible feelings continued to flow through her. Holly's fingers were coated with the shiny clear fluid that was oozing from her aunt's vagina so it was no surprise that they slipped easily through the clenching anal ring. She amused herself for several minutes spreading copious amounts of the natural lubricant between the writhing buttocks and jamming her fingers into the tiny anal entrance as forcefully as she could. Each penetration brought a desperate mewl of protest from Lisa and a beaming smile from her young niece.

          Kneeling on the lounge carpet Lisa watched as Holly undid her skirt and took it off before sliding her knickers down and daintily stepping out of them. Naked from the waist down the girl perched herself on the edge of the sofa, lay back and spread her legs wide.

          "Come here," she said eagerly. Lisa crawled forwards on all fours. She knew exactly what her niece wanted. Holly's pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a thin strip and beneath it the girl's delicate vaginal folds were glistening with her excitement. The inner lips were projecting, the clitoral hood swollen and puffy. Holly smiled encouragingly.

          "Now do me nicely or I'll take the skin off your fat bottom and then tell Jean that you've misbehaved." Lisa fought back the urge to cry and lowered her face to the waiting pussy.

          At the first touch of her aunt's tongue Holly almost came. It took all of her self-control to make the nerve-tingling stimulation last a few precious moments longer. Then the orgasm hit. She screamed, her head thrashing from side to side as wave upon wave of delicious pleasure flowed over her. All of the pent up emotions and sexual longings of the last few days exploded in a delicious miasma of erotic intensity, her thighs squeezing her aunt's face as the powerful sensations caused her pussy to spasm repeatedly. Lisa puffed and pouted for breath as her own vaginal anatomy throbbed with frustration. It took several minutes before Holly managed to regain her composure then she smiled wickedly at her red-faced aunt.

          "You can do my bum now," she said gleefully. Pushing Lisa out of the way she turned over and knelt against the edge of the settee before sticking her bottom up in the air.

          "Go on then," she said with a giggle.

          "And make sure you get your tongue right inside!" Lisa knew she had little choice but to obey the young girl. The threat that Holly might tell Mrs Henderson that she'd misbehaved was far too risky to ignore. Reluctantly she moved forwards and began to lap at the crease between the spread buttocks. Holly squirmed and gasped as the intimate tonguing moved over her softest and most sensitive parts. She couldn't really believe that it was happening but her excitement rose when she felt the tip of her aunt's tongue pressing against her bumhole. She relaxed herself as much as she could and then gurgled happily as her rear entrance was gently penetrated. As the sensations intensified she slipped her hand between her legs and started to tease herself.

          It wasn't long before she came a second time, her anal ring urgently squeezing the tongue embedded in her bottom, her fingers sliding rapidly in and out of her soaking pussy. Gradually the colours exploding inside Holly's head cleared. Lazily she turned over and spread her thighs. Unsurprisingly she craved more of the same so simply demanded that her aunt continue. And that's exactly what Lisa did because she had no choice. Using both her fingers and her tongue she made her beautiful niece orgasm again and again. And each time the young girl squealed and moaned with satisfaction Lisa's clitoris tingled and her pussy oozed. She so needed to come, needed to ease the maddening throbbing in her own vaginal folds, needed to alleviate the dreadful sexual frustration that was coursing through her belly. 

          When Jean Henderson arrived home at midday she found Holly in the kitchen preparing their lunch. She noticed the healthy flush on the girl's face and smiled knowingly.

          "Have you enjoyed yourself my dear?" she asked. Holly grinned and nodded.

          "Oh yes thank you Jean," she said, the colour in her cheeks rising.

          "I had a lovely time!"

          "And did the little bitch behave herself?" The young girl smiled then began to giggle.

          "Yes she did. I've left her in the lounge."

          Lisa's face began to burn furiously as Mrs Henderson opened the lounge door. It didn't matter how many times she was made to display herself naked to her landlady, or any of her friends, she always felt the same overwhelming sense of shame and embarrassment. 

          "Well well young lady and what have you been up to?"

          "Nothing Miss I've been good, really I have." Lisa was naked and bent over the arm of the settee with her hands clasped firmly in the small of her back. Holly had made her spread her legs as wide as she could and then point her toes. The effect was to tighten the muscles in her calves and add some discomfort to the position. It had worked perfectly because Lisa's legs were shaking with the strain. Mrs Henderson admired the revealing pose. The girl's bottom cheeks were nicely spread showing the swollen and obviously wet slit between her legs and also the glistening dimple of her anus.

          "Something's been in there," she thought to herself and chuckled.

          "If you've been so good then why are your bottom cheeks pink? It looks like you've been spanked?" Before Lisa could answer she screamed.

          "Ooooooooooooooooowwwwww!" The older woman had quickly stepped closer and slapped both of the helpless buttocks very hard. Lisa clenched the curves of her opened bum and wriggled them frantically as the sting sank in but it wasn't possible to absorb it completely.

          "I did try my best Miss I really really did I tried to keep still but I couldn't I'm sorry I'm sorry!" It came out in a burbled stream. Jean Henderson laughed.

          "Maybe we should let Holly use the strap on you for a bit...mmmmmm?"

          "Please don't Miss. I tried my best. Please." Again the older woman couldn't stifle a giggle at her lodger's pleading tone.

          "Mmmmmmmmm, well perhaps not. We've got some visitors coming this afternoon and you're going to have enough to cope with."  She paused to let the news sink in. Lisa visibly stiffened.

          "Oh, did I forget to tell you? Silly me. I thought your punishment for that disgusting behaviour in the park yesterday would be much more beneficial if we had some witnesses present. What do you think?" After a few moments of very vocal pleading from the younger woman her tormentor was laughing loudly. As she led Lisa up the stairs she thought about how it always amused her when her plaything begged and promised to be good. Obviously the pleading would be ignored but the girl did it every time anyway. The threat of being punished and humiliated in front of others always produced the same horrified reaction from her lodger and that in turn always added greatly to Jean Henderson's enjoyment of her toy's predicaments.    

          At the kitchen table Holly and Mrs Henderson were laughing and talking but Lisa wasn't really registering their presence. With her nose pressed against the wall and her hands cuffed together in the small of her back she was trying her best not to panic. Worry had overtaken her mind. What was going to happen to her? Who was going to watch? What would she be made to do in front of them? Would they touch her? Or hurt her? Force her to come? She shivered as the horrid thoughts spiralled relentlessly inside her head. But she was also horribly aware that her body was betraying her. Worryingly she could detect a gradually increasing wetness in her pussy and an insistent tingling that refused to go away. Her bumhole felt really sensitive too. She'd had to hold the larger than normal volume of fluid in her bottom for a full twenty minutes. By the time she'd been allowed to relieve herself it had been pure agony. Her anxiety wasn't being helped by the "costume" that her chuckling landlady had dressed her in, a pair of children's pink cotton pyjamas that were covered in tiny squirrels and ducks.

          Holly looked at her aunt's full rear cheeks as they stretched the tiny pyjama bottoms. The material was pulled tight, gripping the womanly curves like a second skin.

          "Come here girl!" snapped Jean Henderson suddenly with mock irritation. With her shoulders pulled back Lisa's breasts bulged inside the little pyjama top, threatening to burst into view as she walked nervously forwards.

          "Bend over." It was an order and as Lisa leant forwards her smiling landlady calmly reached out and undid the straining buttons. Holly looked at the heavy gently wobbling globes and gazed excitedly at their obviously hard and very erect tips that pointed directly down to the floor. Once again she couldn't even begin to comprehend how terribly ashamed and embarrassed her aunt must be feeling. Mrs Henderson pushed the pyjama jacket back over Lisa's shoulders then pulled two shiny metal objects from her pocket and held them up for Holly to see before dropping them onto the tabletop. 

          "Your aunt enjoys showing off to my friends. Likes to show them her big boobs and let them to have a good look at her pussy, don't you girl?" Lisa shook her head, her horrified stare fixed on the cruel clamps. The older woman continued to caress the pendulous curves as she spoke then centred her attention on the thorn-like nipples. She squeezed and pulled them hard which drew a stream of pitiful whimpering from Lisa who, in her bent over position, couldn't help stumbling forwards into the edge of the table.

          "Always acts like a little slut when you get the chance don't you mmmmm?" Lisa groaned quietly as the cruel pinching continued, her eyes remaining firmly locked on the metal clips.  

          "Shall we have these things of yours sticking out properly for our guests this afternoon?" Lisa shook her head. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive at the best of times due to the almost daily teasing that they had to endure but it was always excruciatingly painful when her landlady used the awful clamps.

          "Well what do you think Holly?" The girl smiled wickedly and licked her lips.

          "Oooh yes Jean!" she said enthusiastically.

          "AHHHHHHH! OWWW OWWW OWWW!" Lisa squealed as the spiky teeth closed onto her engorged buds. Immediately she began to writhe on the spot shaking her breasts wildly from side to side as she tried desperately to ease the pain. What she really wanted to do was remain perfectly motionless but it just wasn't possible. After a few seconds the intensely sharp biting pain changed to a dull throbbing ache. But then the hurt came in waves causing her to wriggle and sob as she tried to absorb each agonising crest. As Lisa's groans of discomfort continued Mrs Henderson ran her hands over the soft curves before pulling gently on the gleaming clips. Lisa tried to grit her teeth but screamed anyway.

          "Do have a feel Holly," said the grinning older woman. The girl stood in front of her half naked bent over aunt and cupped the trembling boobs. She weighed the warm flesh in her hands then grasped the distended nipples with their metallic decorations.

          "Take them off now, the little slut loves that." It had only been two or three minutes but Lisa howled and sank almost to the floor as blood flooded back into the sensitive tips of her juddering breasts.

          "Stop making such a fuss girl and stand up!" said Mrs Henderson sharply. Lisa sobbed as she slowly regained her feet. Both of her tormentors looked at the deep red nipples that were standing out like two thorns. They were certainly erect and no doubt painfully hard.

          "A few more go's and she'll be showing them off properly," said Jean Henderson happily. When the clamps were reattached Lisa stamped her feet and began to cry freely. The pain was simply indescribable. It rose and subsided almost rhythmically. Her soft globes swung and wobbled, their points throbbing with fresh agony. She groaned loudly as the unbearable hurt began to surge once more...

Chapter seven: Is she sitting comfortably?

          Precisely at 3pm the door bell rang. Lisa's heart gave a little skip. Mrs Henderson looked at her with disdain.

          "        Well don't just sit there girl," she said threateningly.

          "Go and answer the door!" Holly and her smiling hostess watched as Lisa got up and scampered across the kitchen. She certainly made for an arresting sight. Outlined by the tight pyjama jacket her bulging boobs jiggled uncontrollably but it was her engorged nipples which drew the eye. They stood out dramatically against the soft cotton.

          "So I hear you've been a naughty little girl again, young boys up your bum this time wasn't it?" Steven Blake looked her up and down appreciatively.

          "You never learn do you?" He laughed at the crestfallen look on her very red face. 

          "Come and help me get something from the car," he said. Something turned out to be a heavy holdall and a medium sized silver case both of which Lisa had to carry straight into the dining room followed by Mrs Henderson and Holly.

          "You can go and get the refreshments ready now," said Jean Henderson dismissively.

          Lisa went into the kitchen and busied herself making salmon and cucumber sandwiches. Worriedly she tried to decipher the muffled conversation that was taking place in the dining room, whatever was being discussed was obviously funny because every so often there was a loud burst of laughter. When the doorbell rang again she knew she had to let the guests in so went to the door and opened it. Her face fell when she saw who it was.

          Cyril Wilkinson whistled as he stared at the young woman's curves, his mouth watering as his eyes roved over the generous breasts and their obviously very hard points. The stiff nipples poked out towards him and between the girl's legs the bulging mound of her pussy was outlined most enticingly by the skin-tight undersized pyjamas. Lisa's face blushed furiously as she looked at the horrible man and the wide-eyed youth standing by his side. She thought the boy was probably about 16. A wave of shame passed through her as she realised he'd be watching everything that was about to happen. Oh God if he was invited to join in she'd die, she knew she would! The thought made the butterflies in her stomach flutter madly.

          "I've brought Tom here along to meet you because I knew you'd enjoy showing him everything you've got." The pair of them laughed as Lisa's face went even redder. At that moment Mrs Henderson stepped into the hall.

          "Hello Cyril," she said warmly.

          "And this is Tom is it?"

          "Hello," the boy said with an enormous grin on his face. Tommy Davies had worked in Wilkinson's Village Store every Saturday for the past six months but he'd never expected a bonus like this! He really couldn't believe his eyes.

          "Take these gentlemen through to the lounge young lady and keep them entertained, we'll be there in a few minutes."

          Lisa didn't know what to do or say. Sitting on the sofa the horrid man and the boy simply stared at her. She squirmed with embarrassment under their combined gaze.

          "You in for a good hiding this afternoon then?" His words made her heart hammer in her chest.

          "Tom here wants to have a little look at you first. I told him you wouldn't mind. Pull your pyjamas down and show us that fat bottom of yours there's a good girl." Lisa looked at him with wild eyes, she didn't want to do anything of the sort but he was a guest and she had to do as she was told. Guest's were allowed to do what they wanted to her. It was one of Mrs Henderson's rules. No matter how rude or humiliating the order might be Lisa had to obey.

          "I bet you want to show us your pussy too eh?" The pair of them began to chuckle as she shook her head, her cheeks burning hotly.

          "Well get on with it you little tart!" Shaking like a leaf Lisa turned and hooked her fingers into the waistband of the tiny pyjama trousers. As always she couldn't believe she was about to do such an embarrassing thing but her pussy was oozing and she could feel the tell-tale tingling between her legs as the dreadful humiliation increased. Swallowing hard she slowly pushed the trousers down, having to wriggle her hips in the process because they were so tight. The two watchers remained silent as the softly wobbling twin curves and the central fleshy crack came into view. Lisa's face blazed with heat.

          "Well get them off." Reluctantly she wriggled her hips some more allowing the little trousers to slip past her thighs before sliding all the way down to her ankles. Self-consciously she stepped out of them. The boy picked them up and grinned at her. Now she was nude below the waist with two strangers looking at her bottom. She shivered as the intense feelings of shame turned her legs to jelly.

          "Turn around!" It was an order.

          "And hold your top up out of the way so we can have a proper look at you." Again Lisa found herself screaming Nooooooooooo! inside her head but as always she did exactly as she was told. When she turned they were presented with an uninterrupted view of her hairless pussy, its' delicate lips glistening wetly with her juices.

          The doorbell rang making Lisa shake with anxiety. She didn't know what to do. Should she answer the door or should she remain where she was allowing the horrid man and grinning youth to look at her pussy? She gnawed at her bottom lip nervously, aware that whatever choice she made would be the wrong one. Before she had time to make up her mind the lounge door swung open. Mrs Henderson came in closely followed by another woman. Holly and Mr Blake were with them. Lisa recognised the newcomer. It was Miss Cooper who she'd met at the dreadful party several weeks before.

          "What on earth are you doing you little slut?" barked Mrs Henderson crossly. Lisa's stuttered reply caused a ripple of laughter to pass around the room.

          "So it's the fault of Mr Wilkinson that you're showing everyone your vagina, is that what you're saying?" Jean Henderson raised a quizzical eyebrow, she was enjoying herself immensely. Lisa didn't answer, just stared wild eyed at her landlady.

          "The little tart certainly seems to be enjoying herself Jean, just look how wet she is," said Christine Cooper with a smirk. Lisa squirmed with humiliation as every eye in the room focussed on her helpless labial folds.

          "Well she may as well stay like it now. She'll have more than showing us her pussy to worry about in a few minutes!"

          With her bare bottom cheeks and hairless slit on show Lisa wandered around the room offering sandwiches and pouring cups of tea for the expectant group. The boy in particular was devouring her with his eyes. She shivered, her stomach performing strange acrobatics as her worry grew and grew. Oh God what was going to happen? What would they make her do?

          After the final cup was replaced on its' saucer and the murmur of conversation had died away the attention of the party turned once more towards Lisa. Standing in the corner with her hands on her head and her nose pressed against the wall she could feel her bum cheeks twitching with nervous anticipation. Her heart thudded loudly in her ears as Mrs Henderson began to speak to her guests.

          "As you all know Lisa here invited a group of young boys to have anal intercourse with her in the park yesterday. Obviously I can't allow such disgusting behaviour to go unpunished and I thought it might teach her a lesson if I invited a few friends around to witness her chastisement." A murmur of approval and wide smiles greeted her words. She turned towards Lisa.

          "Get that pyjama top off, I know you're dying to show everyone those boobs of yours." Slowly Lisa turned around and reluctantly began to undo the jacket buttons. As the last one popped open her breasts, now freed from their tight constraint, swung into view. For a moment the engorged flint-like nipples attracted every eye in the room. Lisa stood in front of them with everything on show and her face burning with shame.

          "Would anyone like to ask the little slut anything before we begin?" There was a wicked gleam in Jean Henderson's eye as she said it. Surprisingly it was the boy who spoke up first. It was the start of the game.

          "Do you like touching yourself?" Lisa shot a pleading look at her landlady.

          "Don't look at me girl, answer the question!" Lisa nodded her head hoping that the floor would swallow her up.

          "And do you stick your fingers in?" Again Lisa could only manage a slight nod as the dreadful humiliation continued.

          "Don't stare at the floor like some ill-mannered little tart!" snapped Mrs Henderson sharply.

          "When someone asks you a question you'll answer properly and you'll look them in the eye or I'll take every inch of skin off that fat behind of yours. Do I make myself clear?" Lisa's head shot up as she answered her grinning tormentor and from then on she looked each of her questioners in the eye. The intimate enquiries continued for several minutes during which time Lisa was consumed with shame. Her audience on the other hand enjoyed themselves enormously especially Holly who giggled and laughed continuously at her aunts' obvious discomfort.

          "Do you put your fingers up your bum when you play with yourself?"

          "Do you like people putting their fingers inside you?

          "Do you make a lot of noise when you come?"

          "Mmmmmm I bet you do! Well what sort of noise?"

          "You obviously get wet very easily, does your pussy ever drip?"

          "Do you like being spanked?"

          "Oh you don't? They why do you behave so badly?"

          "What about the strap and the cane, do you like those?"

          "What do you call a penis when you see one?"

          "Oh a cock. Do you like sucking cocks young lady? Well?"

          "And I bet you like a big one up your bum eh?" Lisa's cheeks were absolutely scarlet by the time they tired of the game. Mrs Henderson pushed her unceremoniously towards the dining room door.

          The dining table had been moved against one wall and its' chairs arranged in a circle. They faced the centre of the room where one of Mrs Henderson's heavy wooden kitchen chairs had been carefully placed. Attached to its' seat was what appeared to be the domed shell of a shiny black beetle but what caused Lisa to stare in horror and swallow nervously was the thing that sprang from it's centre. Black and thick the dildo reared up threateningly. It was wickedly curved and a good eight inches long. The shaft was covered in raised ridges but it was the bulbous head that drew Lisa's gaze. It was horribly oversized. She looked around at her landlady with real panic in her eyes. Mrs Henderson simply smiled back as the rest of their guests entered the room.

          "Mr Blake has spent a lot of time and effort on your new seat." She grinned again as she pushed Lisa towards the table.

          "In a minute you can show him how grateful you are."

          On the table's surface was the silver case and it was open. A hard foam layer, similar to that found in good quality camera cases, lined the inside and cut into it were numerous spaces. Lisa's eyes grew even rounder as she saw what occupied them. An array of shiny false cocks, some black, some bright red, filled the lid of the case. They ranged from normal to monstrous in both length and width. In the bottom half of the case was an even more frightening selection of probes. She knew instantly that they were anal plugs. Again they varied in size and shape but not all of them were smooth surfaced. A few appeared to bristle with stiff hairs and at least two were made of metal. She shuddered with dread and glanced up at Mrs Henderson whose eyes were glittering with both excitement and cruelty. It was then that she noticed the strap held lovingly in her landlady's hand.

          Naked Lisa stood trembling in front of them. She so wanted to run from the room. Run from their prying eyes. Flee from the knowing smiles and escape the terrible shame that was flowing over her. But she couldn't. She had to do as she was told. Had to let them do whatever they wanted. Had to submit. Had to be good.

          "Before we start I think Cyril and Tom should have the chance to examine our little tart, seeing as neither of them have attended one of our little get-togethers before." She handed a small towel to Lisa. The room was silent.

          "        Well get on with it." Looking as if she was about to cry Lisa went and stood in front of the boy and held out the cloth. For a second he managed to drag his eyes away from her wobbling breasts and looked at the proffered towel quizzically.

          "It's to wipe your fingers on Sir," she said. It was almost a whisper.

          "W...w...would Sir like to inspect me?" Her face was absolutely crimson as she forced herself to ask the terrible question. The grinning boy nodded. Visibly shaking she turned around, bent over and after spreading her legs took a firm grip of her ankles. It was a position she'd been taught to adopt from her very first day as Mrs Henderson's lodger. Her face burned with humiliation as the young hands reached out and began to roam unhurriedly over the spread cheeks of her bottom. She squeaked as his fingers slid roughly between the pursed and very wet lips of her bulging pussy. Then they penetrated her helpless opening. Groaning at the intimate invasion she gritted her teeth in a hopeless attempt at concealing her obvious arousal, but as fluid oozed around the questing digits she couldn't stop her bottom rolling suggestively from side to side.

          "Just look at the little slut it's pouring out of her!" A shiny string of sticky juice slowly elongated and descended towards the carpet. The fingers slid in and out more forcefully drawing a mewl of desperation from Lisa and an involuntary jerking back and forth of her hips. Tommy Davies gripped one of the naked woman's wriggling bum cheeks and brutally worked his fingers more deeply into the smooth tunnel.

          "Oooooooooooooooooooooooh Oh God!" Lisa let out a long continuous moan as her increasingly slippery hole was rammed and roughly stretched. The boy was obviously trying to make her come in front of them. She musn't. She musn't come! It would be too humiliating and she knew Mrs H would punish her if she did! A slut, an easy slut, she could hear the words inside her head. No No No! She tried to stifle the groans gathering in the back of her throat and tried to stop her hips performing their lewd dance. Oooooooohhhhhhhh No! She was going to come. Noooo! Please! Noooo! She heard comments and laughter but they failed to register as she was urged ever closer to the point of no return.

          "Arrrrrrgggghhhhh!" Lisa screamed as pain suddenly erupted in one of her sensitive nipples. Mrs Henderson smiled at her plaything's reaction as she pinched the engorged bud hard.

          "I know exactly what you're up to my girl!" she said sarcastically. Lisa squirmed and writhed as the twin sensations cascaded through her but pain won the battle. At which point both sets of fingers withdrew leaving her gasping both in discomfort and frustration. Tommy Davies wiped his sticky hands on the cloth and looked at the shiny slit he'd just been fingering. The stiffness inside his trousers throbbed.

          As he'd watched his young employee lewdly examining the writhing woman Cyril Wilkinson had experienced the same sensation in his own trousers.  He needed little urging to take his turn. After quickly exploring the slippery vaginal folds he moved on to the area that interested him more. His fingers crept between the spread rear cheeks and poked inquisitively at the crinkled anal entrance. Lisa shook her head from side to side Please No! Not there! She gurgled her dismay and began to sob loudly as her tight rear ring was penetrated. She knew she had to stay in position, had to let the hateful man do it. Cyril Wilkinson smiled at Jean Henderson as his finger wormed its way deeper into the squirming bottom.

          "Snug little thing isn't she?" he said with a chuckle. Lisa gripped her ankles tightly as the awful sensations continued. She hated having her bumhole played with, hated the horrible feelings of shame that always accompanied the violation of her most private and personal opening. In front of a room full of people the degradation was unbearable. And Jean Henderson knew exactly how it affected her submissive plaything. Consequently each time Lisa was stripped in front of a stranger the older woman ensured that the girl's rear hole was subjected to an intimate and prolonged examination. Lisa hung her head and sobbed piteously as the terrible humiliation washed over her. All of the watchers smiled at the girl's display of intense despair.

          "On please Miss I can't, n...n...n...not in front of them," Lisa blubbered as she pleaded with the older woman.

          "Nonsense you silly girl, I know perfectly well you're enjoying this just as much as I am!" Mrs Henderson smirked as her crimson faced lodger stared at the curved dildo rearing up from the chair seat.

          "Get on it now." A firm slap to the trembling girl's buttocks urged her forwards.

          "I don't think we'll need any lubricant do you?" Mrs Henderson laughed gleefully as the girls cheeks bloomed with fresh heat. Facing the chairs back Lisa reluctantly straddled its' seat. The head of the false cock nudged the front of her vaginal crease. She'd need to go up onto her toes to get the horrid thing inside her. She looked imploringly at her landlady and then glanced around the room. Each face was painted with a knowing smile. The look of desperation in the girl's eyes simply inflamed the older woman's cruel streak. 

          "Maybe you'd like it up your bottom instead? You didn't seem to have a problem with those boys going up there did you?" The threat brought a squeak of alarm and Lisa quickly rose up onto her toes and shuffled further forwards. She groaned as the bulbous head lodged itself in her vulval crack, the abnormal diameter causing her slippery lips to stretch around it.  

          "Well get on with it!" said Mrs Henderson sharply. With shaking hands Lisa gripped the back of the chair tightly and gingerly lowered herself onto the unyielding shaft. She gritted her teeth as it slid slowly inside, filling her sticky passageway and expanding its' delicate sides painfully. Suddenly she moaned more loudly as the false glans rubbed firmly across the front wall of her quivering hole. Holly and the boy moved closer to get a better view as the stiff ribbed invader disappeared. The young girl gazed into her aunt's crimson face and grinned as Lisa puffed and panted in response to the intense sensations now filling her belly. It wasn't simply a matter of embedding herself on the false cock, she had to tilt her hips in order to accommodate the things' curvature.

          After several minutes she gasped defeatedly, her head slumping forwards, as her bottom settled onto the hard black surface covering the chairs' seat. The audience watched intently as small tremors skittered across the gently trembling thighs. With her eyes closed Lisa sat fully plugged on the solid rubber cock unable to move. A murmur of conversation filled the room as everyone slowly wandered around the motionless figure. They all looked with mounting interest at the nude woman, examining her from every angle, noting the gently trembling pendulous breasts with their deep red and very stiff nipples. But it was from behind that the view proved the most intriguing. Lisa's hips were tilted forwards, due to the curved nature of the dildo, so her quivering bottom was held helplessly open. Its' cheeks were spread wide revealing the wrinkled anal dimple and allowing a perfect view of the black shaft penetrating the vaginal tunnel. The vulval lips themselves formed a taut pink circle as they gripped the black girth, their owner gripping the back of the chair with a similar intensity.

          "Are you sitting comfortably?" The older woman couldn't help giggling as she flexed her arm.

          "Then I'll begin!" Before Lisa had a chance to answer the oiled strap wrapped itself around one of her helpless buttocks.

          "Crack!"

          "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiieeee! OwOwOw Ow!" Lisa squealed but amazingly didn't move. The only reaction was a throwing back of her head and an attempted clenching of her bottom cheeks.  Mrs Henderson quickly whipped the strap in a backhanded stroke catching the other buttock with equal force. Two bright red stripes instantly appeared on the quivering flesh. The older woman smiled at her companions and began to ply the strap with enthusiastic vigour. Each impact brought a high pitched squeal from Lisa and a frantic clenching of her bottom. After only a half dozen strokes she could sit still no longer. At first only a slight raising of her behind from the chair seat was perceptible but then, as the burning in her wounded bum began to grow, she started to lift herself on the thick shaft.

          "That's it you little tart are you feeling it? Maybe the next time you're out in public you'll think twice before letting someone into your private places." As the strap continued to sting her generous curves Lisa howled and began to beg as she jerked on the rigid pole. In the room each penis pulsed with excitement as the naked female writhed where she sat. Holly's pussy was pulsing madly too, she was almost breathless with arousal as the space between her thighs grew steadily wetter.

          The sensations flooding Lisa's stretched pussy intensified as she began to lift herself on the dildo. Each squeal of discomfort as the strap stung her bottom was followed by a groan of pleasure as the black pole slid inside her. The watchers couldn't help but notice the change in her movements, although she jumped violently each time the leather strap flattened against her skin she quickly pushed herself back down onto the false cock, clenching her buttocks rhythmically at the same time. Soon both cheeks of the churning behind were painted bright red. Mrs Henderson paused to regain her composure, watching with a wicked smile as her plaything squeezed herself on the hard shaft, her moans and gasps growing increasingly abandoned. Lisa was consumed with need. She panted desperately. The pain in her bottom combined with the dreadful embarrassment as she was forced to ride the rubber cock in front of Mrs Henderson's guests was making her arousal levels spiral out of control. She so needed to come. Wanted to come so much. Wanted to relieve the frustration building in her belly. Wanted someone, anyone, even the boy, to touch her swollen button and make her come!

          When the strapping resumed the strokes took on a new intensity. Jean Henderson brought the strap sharply upwards striking each wobbling cheek in turn. Each impact brought a squeal from her helpless lodger and a tightening of the girls' thighs and calves as she lifted herself desperately upwards away from the agonising sting. Lisa began to cry, she couldn't help herself.

          "Crack!"

          "Ooooooooh! Nnnnnnnggghhhh! Pleeeease Miss stop!" She blubbered as she absorbed the burning pain.

          "Splat!"

          "Arrrggghhh! Oooowwwww! Ooooooh! I'll be good in future! I will I will I will! Oh please!"

          "Yes I've no doubt you will but then that's what you say every time you have your bottom smacked isn't it?" Lisa didn't reply just sobbed more loudly as she slid up the thick shaft before groaning wantonly as she sat back down. The older woman paused to examine the back of each thigh where it joined the underside of each crimson buttock. Her naked plaything just hung her head and sobbed exhaustedly.

          "Mmmmm looks like you're nicely warmed up. Miss Cooper here is going to take a turn with you now. I recommend you do as you're told and don't make her angry."

Chapter 8: A sting in the tale

         Christine Cooper smiled at her friend as she unfolded the little whip from her hand bag. Jean Henderson returned the smile. A short handle bound the thin leather cords, each ending in a tiny hard knot.

          "Stick it out girl." The woman's quiet voice was icy, bereft of emotion. Lisa didn't understand. She screamed as the whip immediately flicked cruelly into the, thus far, untouched valley between her spread rear cheeks. The tips of the thongs imparted a sting not unlike that received from a bee. Lisa shrieked as it bit the sensitive flesh of her inner curves once again.

          "I said stick it out you little scrubber, can’t you do as you’re told?" The tone remained cold and threatening. Lisa turned her head, staring over her shoulder with panic stricken eyes at the tight lipped woman. She didn't understand.

          "I believe in making the punishment fit the crime, now push your bottom hole out." Lisa couldn't believe her ears. Not that! Surely she wasn't serious! She couldn't, she just couldn't! It would be too shameful! Please not in front of them all! She looked at her landlady hoping upon hope that she'd find some trace of pity in the woman's eyes but all she saw was amusement.

          "Do as you're told and stop making such a song and dance about things," said Jean Henderson with a grin. 

          "You know full well it's what you deserve." Lisa suddenly howled as the whirring leather flicked in between her writhing cheeks. Involuntarily her legs straightened jerking her upwards and causing the horrible dildo's head to slide across her G-spot. With head thrown back and eyes screwed tightly shut she moaned her agonised pleasure to the ceiling. Without warning the woman brought the whip downwards in a whistling arc. The thongs stung the upper V of the spread cheeks. Lisa screamed at the atrocious discomfort and slammed herself down onto the chairs seat with an audible slap. Laughter greeted her anguished sobbing.

          "Stick it out, I won't tell you again."

          Lisa wallowed in the depths of her humiliation as, crying loudly, she reluctantly clenched the muscles in her belly and pushed her anal ring outwards. Her most private of places, the place she hated showing, was already on display to the assembled watchers but now she was being forced to degrade herself even further. Her cheeks burned crimson as the dreadful embarrassment flowed through her.

          "There it is, just look at the dirty bitch pushing it out for all she's worth."

          "Bet you like showing everyone your bumhole eh?"

          "No doubt she's hoping we'll put something up it!" Their laughter made Lisa squirm. Miss Cooper spoke.

          "Could someone please hold the girl in place? She'll no doubt be jumping about all over the place in a minute."  The boy was eager to help. He stood in front of Lisa and planted his hands securely on her shoulders. When the whip struck the pouting fleshy circle of the proffered anus a few seconds later she wasn't able to escape. Tommy Davies held the whimpering woman down firmly, forcing her to absorb the agonising sting, and causing his cock to pulse madly each time she squealed. From that moment on tears poured unchecked down her face. Before each stroke she was made to push her anal opening out. After each stroke she could do nothing but howl. It seemed an eternity before it was finally over. But even then she was allowed no respite. Inquisitive fingers were soon examining her tenderised and now swollen bottom hole making her shriek and blubber as they pressed and pried at the burning entrance. She allowed her head to slump forwards as the boy's hands left her shoulders. The space between her bum cheeks was literally on fire. All she could do as the pain throbbed through her was cry hot tears and grip the back of the chair until her knuckles turned white.

          "Open your eyes girl." Lisa did as she was told. What she saw made her already very sore bum clench in dread. Mr Blake was standing directly in front of her flexing a thin whippy cane in his hands. He was smiling.

          "Feel free to make as much fuss as you like young lady," he said. She began to shake her head as he walked around behind her.

          "Please Sir Please! Don't Sir Please! I'll do anything you wa...  aaarrgghhhh!" She threw back her head as the cane parted the air with a whirr and struck her fully across both bright red rear cheeks.

          "OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"  She jerked upwards sliding on the slippery shaft until she was teetering on the tips of toes. For a few moments the things' bulbous head rested at the entrance to her stretched hole before her shaking legs gave way and she sank back down the curved length. Obscenely oversized the rounded glans rasped agonisingly across the pad of her G-spot as she slowly allowed her knees to bend. A line of white heat was sizzling across her bottom and she could feel her poor cheeks clenching and relaxing as they absorbed the terrible sting. But even in her distress she could feel the tingles of arousal steadily growing. She knew another stroke would be coming. She had no doubt of it so held herself in readiness. There was a distinct whistle before the cane buried itself in her soft curves and then she was up on her toes again screaming and groaning as she rubbed the front wall of her pussy against the dildo's head.

          Another half a dozen strokes followed, each increasing the volume of both her agony and pleasure. But it was the sensations in the bottom of her belly that were causing her the greatest concern. Even through her tears and gasps and screams she could feel her excitement levels rising. Horribly she could also feel that with each passing moment the pole embedded in her pussy was growing more slippery. She was oozing continuously, jerking and rubbing herself more and more frantically on the horrid rubber cock after each agonising impact. She needed to come so much. Needed to ease the ache in her belly. But they'd see, see her secret moment, and the boy would be watching! And Holly too and all of them! Oh God but she wanted to come so much!  Up to now her eyes had remained screwed shut throughout the awful caning but she was still aware of her tormentors moving around her, no doubt taking advantage of the best viewpoints from which to observe her suffering and exposure. The cane stopped swishing through the air. It was then that she felt a hand caress the curve of her tummy.

          "Open your eyes," said Mrs Henderson sternly. She did as she was told surprised to find her niece bending down beside her. Holly gently ran her hand downwards causing her aunt to moan with longing. Looking up Lisa's cheeks bloomed with fresh heat as she saw the knowing smiles. The witnesses, except Mr Blake, were now gathered in front of her and without exception they were grinning. Mr Wilkinson, Miss Cooper, Mrs Henderson herself and the horrid boy were all staring at her with both disdain and amusement in their eyes. It was a look she'd seen many times and it always made her squirm with embarrassment. Now she squirmed not only because of her humiliation but also because Holly's hand was creeping lower.

          "As usual it's obvious your common nature has got the better of you," said Mrs Henderson sarcastically.

          "So now you're going to show everyone what a little slut you really are. Young Tom here is particularly interested." The boys' grin was enormous. Lisa felt her face blushing hotly.

          "Alright Holly let's see the little tart come." There was a sudden whistle and then Lisa howled and shot up onto her toes once more. Steven Blake smiled as he drew the cane back and held it raised in readiness. The scream of agony quickly changed into a groan as the false glans did its work, the full hips jerking and rolling in a lewd involuntary dance.

          "Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Oooooooooooooooh GOD!" Then the tone increased in its urgency as Holly's fingers found her aunt's clitoral stalk. It was jutting out from beneath its delicate hood, swollen to an almost painful degree and throbbing with heat.

          "Nnnghhhh! Ahhh! P...P...P...P...P...P...PLEEEEEEASE!" Lisa squealed as the teasing digits slid back and forth across her excruciatingly sensitised button.

          Two more agonising strokes, two more tortured screams and explosions of moaning and jerking and she was nearly there. She could feel the glorious waves of pleasure starting to rise from deep within her belly.

          "Permission girl," said Jean Henderson. Lisa knew what she had to ask.

          "P...P...Please Miss...OOOooooooo...please may I come?"

          "No I don't think so." She groaned with frustration, panting hoarsely and gripping the back of the chair as the deliciously teasing fingers withdrew.

          "I expect you to keep your eyes open and look at us you little tart." Lisa was now so eager to please so she did her best. Staring with wide eyes into the watching faces she desperately kept them that way as the cruel cane strokes continued to wound her writhing buttocks. A nod from the older woman in Holly's direction meant that the wonderful fingers returned.

          It took only a few moments for Lisa to lose all control. She screamed and howled and groaned and squirted her pleasure for them all to see. Squealing and jerking on the false cock, as the pain from her churning bottom flooded the crease below her belly and met the wave of unbearable pleasure spreading outwards from her engorged clitoris, she came! And came and came and came! All of the weekends' sexual frustrations released themselves in a wave of sheer ecstasy, the intensity of the orgasm sending her to a place where mutli-coloured stars and sheets of exploding light filled her head. The climax blotted out everything but the delicious muscular spasms of her pussy as it squeezed itself onto the hard shaft buried deep within her belly.

          Gradually she returned to reality and the horrible burning in her bottom. The muffled conversation in the room grew steadily clearer as she realised she was slumped forwards against the back of the chair, her head resting on her forearms.

          "Before you go Cyril would you like our little tart to attend to young Tommy, I'm sure he'd enjoy it. Obviously you'll be welcome to pop round again soon. In fact I may need someone to baby-sit her next week, if you're free." Lisa listened with growing horror. The thought of being alone with Mr Wilkinson filled her with dread. Unsurprisingly his reply was full of enthusiasm. Laughter filled the room as the group slowly filed out into the hallway. Mrs Henderson leant over and spoke into Lisa's ear.

          "You stay where you are. You can thank our young guest for coming now, and make sure you do it properly."

          As soon as the dining room door clicked shut the red faced boy stepped forwards and began to run his hands all over Lisa’s helpless nakedness. She shut her eyes as he squeezed her full boobs and pinched their hard nipples. He certainly wasn't nervous or shy. She couldn't help squirming and panting as he intimately examined the space between her burning bottom cheeks. His fingers didn't feel inexperienced as they slipped and slid over and around each and every fold and crease of her most private anatomy. He didn't speak, just took his time until he had satisfied his curiosity. Lisa couldn't stop her bottom or her hips moving in response to his very personal ministrations. When he finally stood in front of her a ball of guilty pleasure had formed once more in the bottom of her belly. Knowing full well that he was a young boy, and the awful humiliation of having to submit to his desires, only served to arouse her further. She knew what she was expected to do so when he pushed his furiously stiff penis towards her face she opened her mouth without protest. Consumed with fresh shame at what she was being “forced” to do she sucked and licked at the boyish erection as it jerked back and forth. The flavour of pre-cum quickly reached her taste buds and only seconds later spurts of creamy fluid filled her mouth. Swimming in an ocean of humiliation she swallowed greedily and found herself unable to stop her bottom rising up and down on the dildo. Noisily she reached her second mind numbing orgasm of the afternoon. Surprisingly it wasn't to be her last...

          Later that evening, after a soothing bath and some hot food, Lisa found herself face down on her bed. Beneath her hips were three pillows which raised her bum up into the air. Once more her cheeks burned with humiliation as her niece and Mrs Henderson together examined her displayed openings. Their discussion of her shameful reactions to the afternoons proceedings caused her to blaze with embarrassment, but that of course was exactly what they wanted. As they described her sluttish behaviour Holly rubbed soothing cream into her aunt's hot bottom cheeks and with the crack of her bottom spread fully open Lisa could do nothing but surrender to the wonderful sensations. Soon the slippery fingers were sliding between her labial folds, and then forcefully into both of her holes. As they penetrated deeply Lisa moaned with unrestrained pleasure and came so violently that she squirted all over the bed sheets. Her squeals of ecstasy continued long and loud into the early evening and would surely have disturbed the neighbours if Mrs Henderson hadn't forced a gag into her writhing lodger's mouth.        

          The following morning Holly got up early and packed her case before coming down to breakfast. Breakfast itself was as delicious as always and her aunt, as usual, was dressed in an apron and nothing else! Holly was able to examine her nearly naked aunt's physical charms at her leisure, but it was the generous curves of the older woman's bottom that attracted her attention. The full cheeks still bore the evidence of yesterday's harsh punishment session. Light crimson stripes criss-crossed the whole area. Gosh it must have hurt so much! A pulse of wicked pleasure surged through Holly's pussy at the thought. The whole situation at Mrs Henderson's house had ignited a sexual fire within the young girl and it was a fire that she had every intention of feeding in the very near future.

          The clock in the kitchen showed the time to be eight forty five, a quarter to nine. Holly was due to catch her train at ten thirty so there was just over an hour until her aunt would be driving her to the station. She heard Mrs Henderson and Lisa come down the stairs and then the older woman's voice calling her;

          "Holly, would you come through to the Dining room please."

          Holly smiled excitedly when she saw how her aunt was now attired. A perfect schoolgirl fantasy stood there. Lisa's face was burning with embarrassment once more, hardly surprising considering the quite scandalous school uniform she had been forced to wear. Mrs Henderson had obviously considered each and every detail, right down to the straw boater sitting jauntily on the top of her lodgers head. Holly looked her aunt up and down and giggled. A green blazer, matching school tie and sensible flat shoes added to the effect but it was the expanse of smooth thigh exposed between the hem of the incredibly short grey skirt and the white knee socks that drew her eyes. The skirt was so short that when her aunt walked she wouldn't be surprised if you could see her knickers! Beneath the blazer Lisa's breasts bulged in the crisp white blouse.

          "I thought before you left we should remind your aunt of her status where you're concerned. From now on whenever you come to visit, or indeed if she stays with you, she'll be used as the submissive slut she is. A plaything for you to abuse or pleasure as you see fit." The amusement in her face was clear to see as she turned towards Lisa.

          "Do you understand girl?" Red faced Lisa nodded unhappily. She knew what would happen if she didn't do as she was told. Holly would now have the power to do exactly as she liked with her. The thought brought a guilty wetness to the slit between her legs. Mrs Henderson smiled.

          "Before she goes I promised Holly she could give you a dose of the strap." Lisa's eyes immediately grew round, her face flushing with heat. It wasn't fair and she was still really sore from yesterday!

          "B...B...But Miss I've been good, I haven't done anything wrong!"

          "What's that got to do with it you silly girl? Go and fetch the strap and be quick about it!"

          Holly licked her lips. Her pussy was pulsing with excitement as it had done many times over the weekend. A weekend that had been the most exciting of her life! Her aunt was kneeling uncomfortably on a dining chair with her back dipped and her bottom bared. She no longer had on the blazer or short grey skirt and her white cotton knickers were down, bunched up against the backs of her knees. The generously rounded cheeks of her bum were sticking out waiting. Waiting for the strap that Holly held tightly in her hand. She was surprised how heavy it felt. It was going to sting a lot! Lisa knew it was going to sting too, especially as her poor bum was feeling horribly sensitive from her punishment the day before.

          "Crack!" The strap exploded against one of the trembling buttocks. Lisa threw her head back and howled. Pain flooded through her.

          "Crack!" Holly used all of the swing in her arm. A shrill scream split the air as her aunt's rear end jerked and squirmed frantically in all directions. After a dozen or so heavy strokes Lisa was blubbering and sniffling, the tears pouring down her face. Her bum was on fire once more. She couldn't keep it still. It wriggled and writhed all over the place. Holly and Mrs Henderson looked on with interest.

          "That should have instilled some respect in the little slut," said Jean Henderson as she ran her hand over the burning curves. Lisa flinched at even this light touch.

          "But I think you should whip in on her a little." The words brought an immediate response from her lodger who began to plead and beg most earnestly. Lisa knew only too well what "whipping in" meant and she was already terribly sore. The older woman merely smirked at her shaking plaything.

          "Position girl! Hurry up you need to take Holly to the station." Whimpering with discomfort as heat blazed across her bum cheeks Lisa stood up and slowly slid the knickers down and off. Then with a pleading glance over her shoulder at her landlady she spread her legs wide, bent forwards and placed her hands flat on the chair seat.

          "Right Holly strap her on the insides of her legs now, make sure you get right up her thighs and try and catch her between the cheeks. She's really sensitive there!" Mrs Henderson laughed at the beaming smile the young girl gave her.

          "Oh and don't worry if you catch her pussy, she deserves everything she gets!" Holly giggled and licked her lips again. The first stroke caught the inside of one of her aunt's thighs perfectly. Lisa screamed and almost collapsed.

          "That's it!" said Mrs Henderson with glee, as the half naked woman began to sob loudly.

          Holly found she had some natural skill when it came to using the strap. Every stroke hit the target perfectly. She even managed to deliver some wristy flicks right between the crimson squirming cheeks. Lisa screamed and begged and collapsed after almost every stroke but they waited patiently every time until she'd regained the required position. More than once the strap landed squarely on Lisa's bulging pussy. The screams that resulted were several octaves higher than those they had heard previously and each stroke produced an accompanying explosion of crying and wailing from their unhappy recipient. At the end of the little session all of Lisa's intimate curves had been well and truly scorched. She was trembling and crying freely as she slowly stepped into the cotton knickers and gingerly pulled them up.

          After an affectionate hug from Mrs Henderson and a reassurance that she'd come and stay again soon, Holly climbed into her aunt's car and they turned out of the drive onto the avenue.  Lisa was trying her best to sit still on her seat as she drove, but she winced and groaned every time they hit a bump in the road. As they drove Holly began to chatter excitedly. Apparently she couldn't wait to introduce her aunt to her friends. She was sure that several of them, and their boyfriends, would love to meet her. They could have a party and Lisa could wear a party frock. Even better the boy who lived next door, Jamie, who she thought was about fourteen, but was probably younger, often had some friends round to play. Holly knew him well because she'd been his baby sitter several years earlier. Well wouldn't it be fun if she took Lisa around to his house and they could play some games. Lisa listened in absolute horror, she could only guess at the awful ideas that were swirling around inside her niece's head. She didn't answer, just tried to concentrate on the road ahead.

          Lisa's face was an absolute picture. Walking through the station dressed as she was had drawn numerous looks and comments. As she'd walked the short skirt had ridden up revealing her knickers which had made her cheeks burn with embarrassment much to the amusement of Holly, who had stayed a few steps behind. Worse still she knew the backs of her legs and only partially covered bum would be bright red. If anyone saw they would know that she'd just had her bottom spanked! Once on the platform they sat down on a wooden bench. Lisa tried to keep still but couldn't. Her rear cheeks were hurting too much.

          "For goodness sake sit still girl, what on earth is the matter with you?" Holly asked, with as much superiority in her voice as she could manage. Luckily for Lisa her niece appeared to be the only person catching the train from the platform they were waiting on, and even luckier it looked out onto open fields. The seat itself was hidden from the other side of the platform by a long brick building but Lisa could hear people walking and talking not very far away. She swallowed nervously. Holly turned to her aunt with a sly grin on her face.

          "Stand up," she said. Lisa looked nervously up and down the platform but did as she was told.

          "Show me your boobs I want to see them." Lisa looked crest fallen.

          "B..B..But Miss someone might come."

          "Well you'd better hurry up then before someone does, or would you like me to give you a damn good spanking for your insolence? I'm sure Mrs Henderson would love to hear about it!" Lisa knew the threat was serious. Knew she had to do as she was told. Knew she had to obey her new Mistress. What if someone comes? What if someone sees? With trembling fingers she began to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse. Holly watched with increasing excitement. When they were all undone Lisa looked up and down the platform with panic in her eyes. She felt horribly exposed and dreadfully worried that someone might see. Nevertheless she pulled the front of the blazer and blouse apart allowing her breasts to spill out. They wobbled gently in the open air, their hard pink nipples jutting out almost proudly. The girl reached out and gently ran her hands over the soft globes as her aunt stood anxiously looking around hoping upon hope that no-one would come. Holly purposely took her time until she was satisfied with her inspection and satisfied that Lisa would do as she was told.  She looked directly into her aunt's eyes.

          "Take your knickers off," she said quietly. The heavy breasts swayed as Lisa swallowed her fear. She had to do as she was told! Had to be good! Reaching under the skirt she quickly pulled her knickers all the way down, her anxiety levels rising exponentially as she stepped out of them.

          "Pick them up." Lisa did as she was told holding them in one hand.

          "Now lift your skirt and show me that little girl pussy you like playing with so much!" The patronising tone had Lisa's face erupting with heat. Slowly she lifted the hem of the skirt and showed her grinning niece her hairless slit.  She felt totally helpless and almost dizzy with shame. Standing in a public place showing her pussy to a young girl was so humiliating and yet terribly exciting at the same time. Holly made her turn around and hold her skirt up at the back so she could have a good look at the scarlet and very hot cheeks.

          "Turn sideways and spread your legs. You're going to come for me now." Lisa couldn't believe her ears. Surely not here! Please No! Oh God!

           Holly slid her hand between the trembling thighs and roughly pushed two fingers between the delicate labial folds straight up into her aunt's wet hole. Lisa mewled and squirmed. A second hand parted her very sensitive and sore buttocks. She jerked as a painful tingling spread along her intimate crease. Holly could feel the heat radiating from the wounded skin as the woman's rear curves squeezed onto her wrist. 

          "P...P...P...Please Miss," Lisa stuttered pitifully as she looked desperately up and down the platform. A finger forced its way into her bumhole and then she was lost. The obscene dance she performed wouldn't have looked out of place in a strip club. She writhed in a maelstrom of sensations, rolling her bottom and pushing her pussy onto the questing fingers as a stream of moans and groans filled the air. Suddenly her movements became more frantic. With eyes screwed tightly shut she came loudly, drowning in an ocean of humiliation, discomfort and pleasure. It took several minutes before the spasms in her pussy subsided and her hips stopped thrusting lewdly back and forth. Then she opened her eyes. Much to her niece's amusement Lisa realised that an old man was now standing and watching from only a few feet away. Holly wasted no time in asking him to join them.

          Holly and the old man sat in the window of the train and laughed as they looked out at the red faced occupant of the wooden bench. Lisa was sat with her legs spread and the front of the little skirt held up to her waist. They were being treated to a perfect view of the clean shaven mound of the trembling "schoolgirl". The pink vaginal lips looked swollen and wet and it was even possible to see the engorged knob of the clitoris poking obscenely out. Lisa's face was scarlet with shame and embarrassment. She had been told to sit like that until the train had gone. Her heart was hammering uncontrollably in her chest and she was praying that few passengers would be on the train. Once the old man had sat down Holly had invited him to examine her aunt's displayed charms. He hadn't needed much encouragement and in the few minutes before the train had arrived he'd managed to fondle and explore all of the helpless woman's private places. Now she sat fully exposed as her two tormentors grinned at her. As Holly had passionately kissed her aunt farewell she'd promised she'd see her again soon. Lisa was immediately filled with a sense of foreboding. Goodness knows what would happen the next time she saw her new Mistress.

          As the train pulled slowly out of the station Holly and the old man smiled and waved. Lisa remained in position until the last carriage had gone, trying her best not to look at the faces that stared out at her from the train’s windows. Her face burned as she gratefully refastened the open buttons of her blouse and lowered the hem of the tiny skirt. But even as she walked quickly back towards her car she was horribly worried. Holly had taken the little knickers away. Mrs Henderson would be really cross and if that wasn't bad enough it looked as though several snails had left silvery tracks all over the front of the skirt. It was covered in glistening streaks. Lisa shivered. Holly and the old man had each used the grey material to carefully wipe away the copious vaginal juices from their slippery fingers. Her juices! Oh Noooooo! Oh No Oh No Oh No! What would Mrs Henderson  say? Lisa's bum cheeks clenched nervously as she reluctantly climbed into the car…   

YNHumiliator 2008