Synopsis: Mrs Henderson arranges a memorable weekend for her submissive lodger Lisa James. An excruciatingly embarrassing dinner date is only a taster of what she will have to endure over the coming few days – visiting her young niece Holly proves horribly humiliating but is soon followed by a fitness lesson that she’ll never forget! And then, after everything she’s already been through, Lisa is forced to suffer a prolonged discipline session at the hands of one of Mrs Henderson’s “special” friends…and of course it’s a punishment that she doesn’t deserve…

Authors note: This time out I’m trying something different. The storyline has fewer, but much longer chapters, that can be read as stand alone pieces by themselves. I feel much more relaxed doing this as it’s taken away the pressure of having to complete chapters within a certain time frame. Anyway I hope you enjoy Lisa’s latest predicaments! Do feel free to mail me with ideas or to simply discuss fantasies or realities, I’m especially interested in hearing from r/l subs who can give me an insight into their feelings.

Codes:  M/f, M+/f, F/f, F+/f, Exhibition, Spanking, D/s, Humiliation, Forced, Serious

The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : Forced to Please

Chapter one: Dining and Whining

          The clicking of high heels echoed down the narrow side street as Lisa James hurried along the pavement. She wanted to get to the restaurant as quickly as possible…before anyone had a chance to take a really good look at her! It wasn’t that the dress, that Mrs Henderson had insisted she wear, was cheap or tacky. In fact she knew that her landlady had paid a small fortune for it. But it was just so revealing, almost scandalous! Still being late summer, and the evening air still being warm, her pleading to be allowed to wear a coat over the tiny dress had been resolutely ignored by the grinning older woman. Made from bright red, almost scarlet silk, the dress had been cleverly altered; shortened and tucked and tightened until it fitted Lisa’s generous curves like a second skin. And it was because of this that she felt so horribly self-conscious. The thin translucent fabric cupped her generous breasts but didn’t entirely enclose them so her soft globes wobbled outrageously as she walked quickly along the street. They were literally in danger of spilling out at any moment and bulged together to form an impressive cleavage. The bodice of the dress itself offered no actual support, so her nipples were bouncing unrestrainedly beneath the flimsy, see-through, layer. Being swollen and stiff they pointed embarrassingly in all directions with every step.

          Besides the risk of exposing her chest she was even more concerned about what she might be revealing from behind. The hem of the dress was incredibly short. So short in fact that she knew the tops of her hold-up black stockings would be noticeable, but worse, it threatened to show the curves of her bum cheeks. She could feel them rolling from side to side and hoped upon hope that they weren’t visible below the edge of the tight material. Hurrying along she looked desperately for a sign saying “Ristorante Michelangelo”.

          A few moments earlier she’d been dropped off on the main street by her smirking landlady, who had then gone to park the car, so she had little choice but to try and find the restaurant as quickly as possible…or risk being seen by any passing members of the public. The thought of a stranger examining her barely concealed curves filled her with dread, as it always did, and for her it was a worrying, and very realistic, possibility…   

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          27 year old Lisa James watched the countryside as it slipped quickly past the car window. The quality of the light on a late summer evening always seemed to imbue the fields with a warm glow. But she couldn’t help shivering slightly and gnawing at her lower lip. What was going to happen tonight? Ooooooooooooh! What would she be made to do? Her anxiety had been building since breakfast, when Mrs Henderson had informed her that they’d be going out to eat that evening. Normally Lisa wouldn’t have felt any great misgivings but today was a Wednesday, and Wednesdays were the weekday when she was subjected to the older woman’s very strict regime…

          To any normal observer the relationship between landlady and lodger would have appeared quite normal. The pair occasionally socialised together, but there was nothing strange about that, and both had an entirely separate circle of friends. However those circles of friends were completely oblivious to what occurred between the two women when they were screened from the public’s gaze. Because once behind closed doors their relationship took a surprising twist and one that would have shocked most of their companions to the very core! “Perverse” or “deviant” are terms that would, no doubt, have been muttered in hushed tones, if their private agreement had ever become common knowledge.

          Jean Henderson, besides her “normal” acquaintances, also had a select group of what she termed her “special” friends, a group that she actively encouraged to take a “very” personal interest in her lodger’s sexual behaviour.  And also in any physical punishments that she decided the girl may “deserve”. This they willingly did and, it has to be said, did so with unbridled enthusiasm. The arrangement allowed the older woman an outlet for her churning sadistic impulses, for that was her nature, and at the same time fed her younger companion’s ever increasing appetite for submission and sexual subjugation. In fact it caused Lisa untold agonies; agonies of both shame and suffering, because her humiliation was regularly combined with sexual tortures of the most excruciating kind. So overall their relationship worked perfectly, providing them both with exactly what they craved…and needed.

          Aware that Mrs Henderson was talking again Lisa focussed her attention on what her landlady was saying.

          “Apparently the Andrews have filed for divorce, but then I’m not really surprised, she’s always acted like a little tramp and he never…” It was just the usual minutiae of everyday conversation so she allowed her mind to roam. Lisa knew she was already wet, she could feel her pussy tingling and pulsing. Of course she’d been wet from the moment she’d arrived home from work a few hours earlier. Her nervousness always made her ooze but being bent over the edge of the bath naked, whilst the enema tube filled her bottom with hot soapy water, certainly didn’t help! Now she could feel her bumhole clenching nervously around the horrid rubber plug that had been forcefully inserted into her rear tunnel. She hated the feel of it stretching her tiny opening: and, of course, this her landlady knew perfectly well. The older woman also knew that keeping her plaything acutely aware of her helplessness increased the intensity of any subsequent sexual activities that the girl was made to experience. Lisa blushed hotly as the muscles encircling her anal entrance involuntarily tried to push the invader out, but the thing’s flared head removed any chance of that happening.

          So with every nerve ending in her body already screaming for attention she was forced to sit with the hard false cock, for that what was what the plug was modelled upon, jutting up inside her bottom. Each jolt from the car caused a wave of horrible contractions deep within her bowels, but amazingly each jolt also made her barely covered vulval crease pulse excitedly. The girlish knickers she’d been made to wear were tiny, and very tight, leaving little to the imagination. Having to show them to someone didn’t bear thinking about, but the thought itself was enough to make her pussy lips throb demandingly and goose bumps spring up all over her skin. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what awful things might be planned for her…but whatever happened she was in no doubt that by the end of the evening she’d have a hot face, and probably even hotter bum cheeks. So she had to be good! Had to do exactly as she was told, no matter how embarrassing, no matter how humiliating. She had no choice. She had to try and please her Mistress or she’d be punished! Squirming uneasily she forced herself to concentrate on the passing hedgerows and push the horrid musings from her mind.

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          The door to the restaurant swung open easily and Lisa stumbled gratefully inside.

          “Henderson! You have a table booked for Henderson!” she blurted out, far too loudly, bringing a surprised look from the young waitress standing by the entrance.

          “Er…yes,” the girl said, quickly scanning the reservations list before allowing her eyes to roam curiously over the shaking woman’s barely concealed curves.

          “Would you like a drink at the bar,” she asked pleasantly, “or would you prefer to sit at your table?”

          “The table, I’d like to sit at the table,” Lisa said breathlessly, horribly aware of her erect nipples poking stiffly out towards the wide-eyed waitress. At this fairly early hour she was, luckily, the only person in the restaurant and was even more relieved when she was led to a table at the very back of the room. Wooden screens offered a modicum of privacy and were positioned in such a way as to partly obscure each table’s occupants from their neighbouring diners.

          “Er…er…I think there may have been a mistake,” she stammered, looking nervously at the three place settings spaced equally around the circular table’s edge.

          “No. The reservation is definitely for three people,” replied the girl politely, unable to draw her eyes away from the two very prominent points that were jutting out from the woman’s chest. “What can I get you to drink?” Acutely aware of the teenagers stare Lisa felt her face growing redder so she quickly sat down…

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          Jean Henderson felt a shiver of guilty excitement as she looked into the wide open eyes of her shocked lodger. The disbelief etched on her toy’s face made the older woman smile with delight.

          “I’m sure you remember David don’t you?” Colour literally flooded into Lisa’s cheeks as her bottomhole began to clench frantically on its unwanted visitor.

          “Well say hello! Show some manners girl!”

          …several other diners had already taken their seats by the time Mrs Henderson had arrived at the restaurant, so there had been a murmur of conversation filling the room, but Lisa had instantly recognised her landlady’s voice over the general hubbub and her heart had begun to flutter nervously. However when she’d heard the voice of the person accompanying the older woman the hammering in her chest had become much more forceful. Oh God! She knew that voice! Pleeeeeease! Please! Please no! Not him! She’d die! As the waitress and Mrs Henderson had appeared around the edge of the wooden screen Lisa’s worst fears had instantly become a horrid reality.

          She felt faint as she looked up into the grinning boy’s face.

          “H…h…h…hello David,” she managed to stutter weakly, as her cheeks turned scarlet, almost matching the colour of the outrageously revealing dress. With a shaking hand she clumsily attempted to put her wine glass down on the polished stone tabletop. It made a loud clatter which brought an audible snigger from the watching youth.

          Six months earlier David Langley had been a work experience youngster at the firm where Lisa worked. Being the office manager she’d been given the task of ensuring that the boy gained something “useful” from his six week visit, but from the first morning things didn’t go well. As his supervisor she’d expected him to give her a modicum of respect, just as all of the previous work experience students had, but from the start he’d made her feel uncomfortable. For a sixteen year old boy he was far too familiar for her liking, and his eyes slid down to her chest whenever she was talking to him. After his first week she’d had several complaints from the areas that he’d “worked” in. Usually the boys and girls that attended from the local schools were polite and punctual but in David’s case the opposite was true. Besides being permanently late, he was also surly and abrupt and effortlessly managed to annoy every adult within his immediate vicinity. Basically he was a brat and something had to be done…so finally Lisa had little choice but to mentor him herself. Therefore during his second week he spent all of his time confined to her office and thankfully there was an immediate improvement in both his behaviour and attitude. After a couple of days Lisa was able to relax and carry on as normal, much to her relief.

          The first signs, that all was not quite as it should be, began to appear during his third week. From the corner of her eye Lisa started to notice that the boy was continuously staring at her, but whenever she glanced in his direction he quickly looked away, almost as if he was embarrassed to be caught. At the time she’d smiled to herself…the bad boy had a crush on her! Any observer would have found the situation perfectly understandable. A teenage boy sharing the company of an attractive and curvaceous 27 year old woman would inevitably lead to an infatuation. Lisa for her part ensured that her demeanour remained impeccably professional at all times, never once encouraging the boy’s interest, but of course she didn’t need to. Raging teenage hormones were the only encouragement he required, his mind juggling wonderfully rude fantasies every time he gazed at her generous physical charms. Quickly the atmosphere in the office grew tense and as the days passed she became aware of his eyes following her every move, hungrily travelling over her curves before pausing to note the intimate dips and lines that her breasts, bottom and thighs produced in her perfectly tailored suit. But worse was to come. His conversation started to contain flirtatious asides which gradually became more suggestive, and he no longer looked away when she caught him staring. Lisa found herself becoming steadily more self conscious and at the same time felt strangely helpless. Worryingly his probing eyes started to trigger reactions that Lisa always kept securely “locked away” during her normal daily life. Feelings were beginning to stir that were only ever allowed to surface when she was under Mrs Henderson’s control. On the Monday of the boy’s fourth week the pressure valve finally blew…

          They were in the stock room. David was helping to rearrange boxes of envelopes and photocopier paper. Standing in the enclosed space between the shelves Lisa suddenly realised that he was pressing himself against her bottom. The contact lasted for only a fraction of a second but it was long enough for her to feel the erect state of the boy’s penis! For several moments she was shocked into immobility. Her mind tried to rationalise what had just happened…it was an accident. He’d brushed against her accidentally, he must have! Ignore it! Just one of those things…flustered she kept her back to him and began to take the inventory once more…but a few seconds later she was left in no doubt regarding his intentions. She jerked and then squealed as one of his hands slid around her waist before quickly moving up to cup one of her breasts. At the same time his other hand slipped underneath the back of her skirt and into the space between her thighs. Before she had time to react inquisitive fingers were exploring the intimate bulge of her panty clad pussy.

          The subsequent yells of outrage emanating from behind the stock room door brought several people running. An hour later and a very red faced boy left the company premises, chaperoned by an irate teacher, never to return. On his cheek was the livid imprint of a hand that had slapped him so forcefully that it had almost knocked him off his feet. Lisa had been absolutely furious, well incandescent really. The cheeky little bastard! Who the hell did he think he was! How dare he! However when she’d related the tale to her landlady later that same evening the older woman had laughed uproariously…but Lisa had found the whole thing anything but amusing.

          And now, much to her absolute horror and mortification, Mrs Henderson had somehow managed to track the hateful youth down and invited him to join them for dinner. A familiar dread began to seep inexorably into her mind as she looked up into her landlady’s smiling face. What she saw in the amused eyes was a confirmation of what she suspected her tormentor intended. Unable to stop herself shaking she quickly took the proffered menu from the young waitress and opened it. Holding it in front of her face gave her a few precious moments to try and regain her composure. Shielded from the teenagers sparkling eyes she tried to focus on the items printed on the first page, but it was hopeless. The close proximity of the awful boy combined with the dreadful imaginings filling her mind reduced her to a nervous wreck. When she was asked what she’d like to eat she barely managed a response.

          During the meal Mrs Henderson and the youth talked non-stop. His school life, his interests, and his hopes for the future were all discussed at some length. Lisa said nothing, trying her best to remain invisible, and hardly looking up as she picked and toyed nervously with the contents of her plate. She no longer had any appetite for food, let alone conversation, and was acutely conscious of the inquisitive eyes that were continuously staring in her direction. As the desert dishes were being cleared away Mrs Henderson spoke directly to her for the first time since the meal began;

          “David has kindly invited us back to his parent’s house for coffee. Isn’t that nice? They’re staying with friends for the evening.” Lisa looked up sharply, the worry reflected in her red face bringing an immediate smile from the boy and an audible chuckle from her Mistress. A well planned coincidence you little slut. There was an awkward pause.

          “Well show some manners girl!” the older woman suddenly snapped crossly.

          “Er…er…er…yes…thank you,” Lisa said very quietly, looking down at the tabletop once more with her cheeks blushing furiously.

          “Are you deliberately misbehaving? Look at me when I’m speaking to you!” Lisa immediately looked up into her landlady’s angry face.

          “Are you trying to annoy me?”

          “No Miss I’m not! I’m not!” she blurted anxiously, horribly aware of the boy’s glittering eyes and his stupid grin.

          Jean Henderson only just managed to suppress the smile that was threatening to crease her own face. She so enjoyed this part of the game they played. The part when she tortured her submissive toy mentally…the girl knew full well that she’d probably have to undress in front of the obnoxious boy, and also no doubt realised that her humiliation wouldn’t stop there! The fact that he was an arrogant little dimwit would only add to the intensity of the shame she would be forced to experience. A delicious shiver of anticipation ran down Jean Henderson’s spine as she glared angrily into the fearful eyes.

          “You know perfectly well how to address one of my guests, well don’t you?”

          “Y…y…yes Miss,” Lisa managed to stammer. Cringing with embarrassment she turned to the boy, and, with her cheeks burning said,

          “Thank you for the invitation…Sir.” She couldn’t bear the superior look of triumph in his amused eyes. Calling him Sir was so humiliating, but she had no choice…                                                                 

          As Mrs Henderson and her horrid “guest” looked at Lisa she could feel her heart fluttering in her chest. They were both smiling which caused the flush of embarrassment colouring her cheeks to darken. But what her landlady said next made her face literally flame with heat.

          “Why don’t you tell David what happens when you’re naughty.” It was an order, not a question. Lisa stared at her landlady with pleading in her eyes. Pleeeeeeeeeease No! Please don’t make me please! It’s soooooo embarrassing! Please don’t!

          “We’re waiting young lady,” said Jean Henderson sternly. Lisa chewed nervously on her bottom lip and glanced helplessly around the room. The boy was smiling curiously.

          “WELL!”

          “I…I…I…I’m spanked w…w…when I’m naughty,” she managed to whisper.

          “Speak up girl! I won’t tell you again!” snapped the older woman threateningly.

          “When I’m naughty I get spanked!” Lisa blurted.

          “And what else?”

          “Sometimes I get the strap or the cane.”

          “And tell David how you get it and where.”

          “I always have it on…on…the…the bare,” she stuttered. The youth sniggered making her face flush with shame once more.

          “On your bare what girl?”

          “On my bare…b…b…bottom!” Unable to contain both his disbelief and excitement David Langley started to squirm on his chair. His cock was rapidly growing rigid.

          “You see David,” said the older woman turning to the now amazed boy, “Lisa here has some very bad habits, habits that I’m trying to cure her of. The only thing she seems to take any notice of at all…is having her bottom thoroughly dealt with, especially in front of other people. Basically when it comes to her behaviour I have to treat her like a little girl. Isn’t that right young lady?” Lisa’s face was bright red as she reluctantly nodded, whilst all the time keeping her eyes firmly glued to the tabletop. The boy cleared his throat.

          “What sort of things, er…what sort of naughty things does she do?”

          “Well basically whenever she’s given the chance she acts like a little tart, always showing herself off to strangers aren’t you girl?” Lisa quickly shook her head as her face continued to burn.

          “Actually I wouldn’t be at all surprised if her vagina isn’t lubricating at this very moment. I’ve no doubt she’s enjoying every minute of us talking about her.” She turned to her lodger. “Are you wet girl?”

          “I…I don’t know Miss,” Lisa replied. It was almost a whisper.

          “Stand up.” It was a command and one that Lisa knew she couldn’t disobey. Nooooooo! No not here! Please! Not him! Please not here! Please! She looked desperately into her Mistress’s face but no mercy was evident. Jean Henderson smiled as her toy slowly got to her feet. The boy couldn’t believe what was happening. He held his breath, not daring to breathe.

          As she stood up Lisa looked out across the restaurant. She felt light headed, almost as if she was going to faint. The awful situation was unbearable but…luckily she was at least hidden from the other diners by the wooden screens. She was visibly shaking and horribly aware of her painfully hard nipples. They were poking straight out, forming two embarrassingly obvious points in the thin silk of the tight dress. Trembling uncontrollably she clasped her hands in front of her pussy in a futile attempt at retaining at least a scrap of personal dignity. But she wasn’t to be allowed even that…

          “Don’t slump you little slut and put your hands at your sides. Stand up straight.” Lisa did as she was told. “Now I’ll ask you once more, are you wet?” Beginning to feel slightly sick she shook her head.

          “I don’t know Miss,” she whispered miserably as her hands clenched uselessly at her sides. She couldn’t bear to admit that her pussy was wet in front of the boy!

          “Well if you don’t know we’ll just have to find out!” In her panic Lisa started to mumble, her cheeks glowing bright red and her bottomhole clenching madly on the rubber plug. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

           “Stand closer to our guest and lift your dress up. I’m sure you want to show him everything you’ve got!”

          Jean Henderson couldn’t stop herself giggling with delight as the girl shuffled awkwardly nearer to the smug teenager. Together with the entranced boy she watched as the hem of the dress rose slowly to reveal first, the tops of the hold-up stockings gripping the soft thighs, and then the vulval mound encased in the thin cotton of the little knickers. And it was the knickers that made the boy immediately burst out laughing. A further flood of heat coloured Lisa’s cheeks as he tried to stifle his sniggers. More suited to an eight year old than a fully grown woman, the contrast between Lisa’s sophisticated dress, and what she was wearing underneath, couldn’t have been more unexpected. Bright red, and edged with a tiny pink frill, the knickers were covered in fluffy baby rabbits! But no young girl would ever have been allowed underwear that revealed quite so much of her private parts. The knickers were so closely fitted that Lisa’s vagina bulged rudely forwards between the tops of her thighs and were so tight that it was possible to discern the outline of the shaking girl’s labial folds, and even their central crease. Jean Henderson smiled at the look of absolute horror covering her plaything’s dazzlingly red face.

          “Now ask our guest to examine you…and do it properly.” Lisa swallowed noisily and tried to clear her throat. Her mouth was so dry she could barely speak.

          “P…p…please Sir w…will you check my…my knickers,” she managed to stutter, her cheeks burning with shame. The boy didn’t need any further urging but his actions revealed his nervousness. Tentatively he reached out and, with an almost incredulous frown on his face, slid his hand sideways into the warm space between the smooth thighs before twisting it palm upwards. He couldn’t believe that any of this was really happening! Lisa gasped, her eyes flickering with panic, and jerked at the outrageous assault that she was being forced to endure. A low moan of distress suddenly escaped her as the hand cupped her helpless vagina and a moment later she started to squirm her hips, she couldn’t help it! The thin cotton knickers offered no protection as the boy’s inquisitive fingers enthusiastically investigated her intimate contours.  

Unable to disguise his obvious eagerness he gleefully said,

        “She’s absolutely soaking!”

          By the time the waitress reappeared with their bill Lisa was back in her seat with her head bowed and her face scarlet. Being touched by the horrid teenager had filled her with an overpowering sense of shame. Worse still the awful humiliation had started an unwelcome throbbing in her clitoris and that, together with the involuntary clenching of her bumhole, was making her pussy leak uncontrollably. She could feel the warm fluid seeping from her slit and gathering in the gusset of the girlish knickers.

          Jean Henderson had only just managed to resist the temptation of making her plaything display her hairless vagina to the grinning youth there and then. But she knew that too much humiliation, too soon, would reduce the intensity of the girl’s anxiety and her subsequent reactions. Besides which, prolonging Lisa’s embarrassment always made her own enjoyment of a situation so much more memorable. She smiled broadly as she followed her mortified lodger through the restaurant.

          As she settled the bill and commended the waitress and barman on the superb food she glanced across at Lisa. Standing by the door and facing the crowded restaurant her red faced lodger appeared to be writhing under the intense scrutiny of the numerous eyes that were appraising her. She’d been told to keep her hands clasped behind her back and to stand up straight which allowed any interested observers an uninterrupted view of her barely concealed charms. Jean Henderson smiled. She knew the girl wouldn’t dare disobey her. The generous globes of Lisa’s breasts were jutting forwards, her stiff nipples, as always, forming two very obvious points in the almost see-through silk of the dress. The attention of every male, and for that matter nearly every female, in the room was focussed on the blushing young woman. Several were “tutting” and shaking their heads but most were hungrily consuming the curves that were being so embarrassingly revealed by the skin tight garment. Besides the details of the young woman’s breasts, the contours of her stomach and thighs together with the outline of her panties were also being rudely displayed. Lisa wanted to run away. Run away and hide from the piercing eyes and the knowing looks. Oh God! Please! Let’s go now! Please! She was shaking uncontrollably, her bottomhole squeezing the rubber plug and her pussy throbbing in time with the blood pounding in her ears. Her face was burning with humiliation and there was no escape from the overwhelming sense of shame she was feeling. Her only option was to screw her eyes tightly shut, which she duly did.

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          It wasn’t far through the darkening streets to where Mrs Henderson had parked her car but for Lisa it was a journey that caused her already raised anxiety levels to surge even higher. Much to the amusement of her landlady, and the smirking youth, as she walked quickly along the pavement with her head down Lisa kept glancing back worriedly over her shoulder. Her face was red with embarrassment but it wasn’t really surprising considering what she was having to do…for once outside the restaurant she’d been told to raise the back of the dress and hold it bunched up in the small of her back. The view she was presenting to her mistress and the giggling boy, as they followed behind her, was interesting to say the least. David Langley was still in a state of partial shock. He’d felt her pussy! He’d actually felt it! And a fully grown woman’s pussy not a girls! His groin pulsed at the thought. And now he was looking at her bum! What he was seeing was making his cock so stiff it was almost painful to walk. Above the top of each black stocking was an area of soft white flesh and above that the cheeks of the wobbling bottom clad in the childish knickers. As Lisa hurried along her full buttocks continuously juddered and rolled lewdly from side to side. The boy gritted his teeth as the head of his hard-on rubbed uncomfortably against the inside of his zip.   

          “Stand here,” Jean Henderson said sharply, pointing to a spot just in front of the settee that she and David were sitting on. Whilst the two of them had drunk their coffee Lisa had been made to stand in the corner of the room facing the wall with her hands on her head. The position had raised the hem of the dress and allowed them a perfect view of her stocking-tops. Now the tension in the room had suddenly intensified. Red cheeked and visibly shaking Lisa reluctantly did as she was told. It was going to happen now! He was going to see everything! See her pussy and her bumhole! The waiting had made her tummy tumble and gurgle. She wanted to cry, wanted to be anywhere but here at this moment.

          “David is going to help me discipline you this evening. And afterwards I’m going to give him complete authority over you for a little while. Do you understand?” With her hands still firmly clasped on top her head Lisa nodded miserably. Her landlady smiled wickedly. The look on her playthings blushing face added to the pleasurable tingling that was growing in the space between her own thighs. 

          “And if he isn’t pleased with you afterwards you won’t be able to sit down for a week! Do I make myself clear?”

          “Yes Miss,” mumbled Lisa as she glanced nervously at the grinning boy. Immediately she wished she hadn’t as she saw the bulge in front of his trousers.  

          “Well what are you waiting for girl? You know what you need to ask?”

          Jean Henderson couldn’t help chuckling. Forcing her toy to ask one of their guests, or a complete stranger for that matter, to remove her underwear always made the girl flush with embarrassment, but with the obnoxious boy she knew it was going to be especially difficult. She could see the intense shame reflected in Lisa’s wide open eyes as she struggled to make the humiliating request. To Jean it always seemed to mark the point in the proceedings when the girl mentally realised that there was to be no escape, and that she was about to be used in any way that her tormentors desired; what had been worries and anxieties up to this moment were about to become shameful realities. She licked her lips as the shaking girl addressed the smirking teenager,

          “Please Sir will…will you…will you take my knickers down?” The question was asked in a barely audible whisper.

          A few moments later and Lisa’s head began to swim. With growing dread she watched the boy’s hands reach out and then hesitantly slip under the hem of her dress. She couldn’t prevent an involuntary gasp as his suddenly eager fingers slid up the outside of her thighs nor could she stop her hips beginning to squirm as she felt him hook the tight waistband of the knickers and begin to pull them down. For a few seconds the sticky gusset clung to her intimate vaginal folds, the sensation filling her with shame as she struggled to stifle a plaintive moan, and then the flimsy covering was gone…the girlish underwear suddenly forming a tiny pool around her ankles.

          With a familiar fluttering in the pit of her stomach Lisa stared helplessly as her landlady carried a dining chair into the room and placed it directly in front of the settee. Then she sat down.

          “Get over and put your hands behind your back,” she said sternly. Cringing inside Lisa walked stiffly to stand at the woman’s side. Acutely aware of the rubber plug filling her bottom and of David’s glittering eyes following her every move she reluctantly lowered herself down onto the waiting lap. Once laid across Mrs Henderson’s knees she awkwardly manoeuvred her arms until she managed to clasp her hands together in the small of her back. To her horror the movement caused her boobs to slip totally out of the top of the tight dress. The sudden exposure made her face flame with heat and she sobbed as her full globes swung freely revealing her engorged nipples to the horrid boy. She so wanted to cover herself but knew she wasn’t allowed to. She had to be good, had to show her Mistress how obedient she could be. The older woman grinned as she felt her plaything trembling violently on her lap. Lisa swallowed noisily. He was staring. She could feel his eyes. Oh God! In a minute he was going to see everything. Mrs Henderson was going to make sure that he saw every private place. He was going to see her pussy and her bumhole and he’d see the awful plug! Nooooooooooo! And there was nothing she could do to stop it happening…

          As she struggled to contain the shameful feelings welling up inside her Lisa concentrated all of her efforts on trying to keep her legs squeezed tightly together. A moan of distress filled the room when she felt the dress being pulled up and then her bum being totally exposed to the horrid youth’s hungry gaze.

          “What’s that,” he immediately asked, unable to hide the excitement in his voice, pointing at the black object buried deep within the crack of the shaking woman’s bottom.

          “It’s a plug to keep her rear hole open,” replied Mrs Henderson matter-of-factly. “It acts as a reminder to the little tart, reminds her that she needs to do exactly as she’s told or she’ll be sorry.” She smiled coldly. “Open your legs nice and wide you dirty girl and let David have a good look at you.” Lisa didn’t react quickly enough.

          “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! OwOwOw! Aaaaah!” she squealed as the heavy smacks stung each of her helpless buttocks in turn. The boy’s eye grew even rounder as the wobbling globes gradually took on a pinkish hue.

          “Smack!”

          “Ow! Ow!”

          “Slap!”

          “Oooooh!” Lisa gasped, the toes of her high heeled shoes slipping and sliding on the carpet as she tried to comply with the dreadful command and hastily spread her legs. Her face burned with shame as her last remaining shred of dignity was unceremoniously removed. They’d be able to see everything now! She moaned softly and screwed her eyes tightly shut.

          David Langley’s erection throbbed urgently as he leant forwards to get an even closer look at the woman’s vulval anatomy. His mouth was incredibly dry and he felt like he was in some sort of unbelievable dream. Between the smooth curves he could clearly see the end of the black plug sticking out of the stretched bumhole. And as he watched the pink ring surrounding it suddenly tightened nervously. He grinned, his eyes travelling down the length of the exposed vagina. The slit between the pink lips was obviously wet and probably sticky. He could see it glistening under the lights. Lisa suddenly grunted with dismay and clenched her bum cheeks in panic as her landlady gave the end of the plug a firm push.

          “No doubt you’re enjoying showing this boy your private parts? Mmmmm? Getting you all hot and bothered is it?” Lisa frantically shook her head, her face erupting with fresh heat, as Mrs Henderson gave a knowing chuckle.

          “Stand up.” As Lisa struggled to her feet she managed to quickly readjust the top of the dress and slip her boobs back inside, hiding herself from the boy’s prying eyes.

          “What do you think you’re doing?” asked the older woman angrily. “Did I tell you to cover yourself? Well?” Lisa shook he head miserably.

          “If you’re trying to annoy me young lady you’re doing a very good job.” Lisa wanted to run from the room, wanted to escape the terrible embarrassment that she knew was coming. Her heart began to hammer in her chest when she heard Mrs Henderson’s next instruction.

          “You’d better take your dress off, we don’t want it spoilt, and hurry up, we haven’t got all night!” With her face glowing bright red Lisa resignedly gripped the hem and began to draw it upwards.

          David Langley’s eyes were as wide as they’d ever been at any time during his relatively short life. He was in a state of shock, unable to fully comprehend what was happening and amazed at what he was now looking at…an almost totally naked 27 year old woman! His mouth was so dry that he found it almost impossible to swallow. He didn’t know where to look first! Lisa stood with her hands at her sides and her legs pressed tightly together. The hold up stockings and high heeled shoes only seemed to accentuate her nudity. She glanced at the boy’s pink face, noting the obvious excitement in his eyes, before fixing her gaze onto the carpet at her feet. Oh god it was happening, happening now! She could feel her landlady’s eyes and those of their “guest” moving slowly over her fully exposed front. Because she couldn’t stop shaking, and even though she was doing her best to stand perfectly still, she could feel her boobs wobbling and swaying. They were jutting out towards her “audience” and worse still her nipples were hard and stiff and pointing straight at them. Her face burned with embarrassment and grew even hotter when she was curtly ordered to spread her legs. Pppppppppppplease No!

          The incredulous youth continued to watch as the red-faced woman very slowly did as she was told. Dragging his eyes away from the gently quivering globes of her breasts, with their dark pink and obviously engorged tips, wasn’t easy, but his gaze was inexorably drawn to the smooth curve of the soft belly and the totally hairless slit beneath. The mound of Lisa’s vagina bulged rudely forwards revealing the delicate lips which projected from its’ tightly closed central crease. David Langley was shaking as much as Lisa was, he couldn’t help it!

          “I bet you’re hoping that our guest here is going to examine you,” said the older woman teasingly. “Mmmmm?” Lisa frantically started to shake her head.

          “No Miss please!” she blurted, looking directly into the amused eyes of her landlady, “Please, please, please, don’t let him!” Jean Henderson felt a wonderful tingle of excitement run down her spine, as she always did when her plaything began to beg.

          “What do you think of my naughty little girl David?” she asked with a smirk. The boy took a few seconds to gather his wits before answering.

          “Well she’s got big tits,” he suddenly said a bit too loudly. “But why hasn’t she got any hair on her pussy?” Lisa kept her eyes firmly fixed on the carpet as her face grew steadily hotter.

          “It makes it easier to see if she’s been playing with herself,” said the older woman, looking directly at her blushingly naked toy. “To see if she’s got herself all wet and sticky…and little girls don’t have any hair on their pussies do they Lisa?”

          “No Miss,” came the whispered reply.

         

          Standing naked in front of the grinning boy was awful enough, Lisa thought she’d die of embarrassment, but the next ten minutes proved to be far more humiliating than she could have imagined…first she was made to run on the spot, her heavy breasts immediately beginning to bounce and swing, much to the delight of the grinning schoolboy. But when she cupped the wobbling globes with her hands, in an effort to relieve the growing ache, she was sharply told to take them away. Quickly the discomfort became more intense causing her to moan as her hard nipples jumped and pointed stiffly in all directions. Then she was ordered to perform star jumps. Breathing heavily and with her face burning Lisa once more obediently did as she was told, her full globes bouncing and juddering with each motion. It was warm in the room so she was soon panting as a sheen of perspiration began to coat her naked curves. Finally she was curtly told to stand still.

          “Now ask,” said Mrs Henderson coldly as she watched the big breasts rise and fall in time with the girl’s gasps. Unsurprisingly David nodded his head enthusiastically when the nude woman was forced to reluctantly ask him if he’d like to touch her…

          Lisa knelt on the carpet directly in front of the seated boy with her thighs parted. Then as she’d been instructed to do she leant back and grasped her ankles. The position pushed her breasts out towards the grinning youth and also made the area between her thighs easily accessible to his hands. At the same time it ensured that her own hands were kept well out of the way. Helplessly, and with her face a mask of crimson embarrassment, she waited for the terrible shame to grow even more unbearable. She didn’t have to wait long…a soft groan escaping her as the eager hands began a lengthy exploration of her exposed charms. At first the boy was gentle, lifting the heavy breasts carefully on his palms, but his confidence quickly grew. Soon he was squeezing and moulding the soft globes making the kneeling woman writhe and gasp at his forceful handling. His fingers quickly found her hard nipples and began to pinch and pull at the rubbery swollen points. Lisa whinnied with distress when he suddenly lifted the full weight of her breasts with the sensitive buds. Mrs Henderson chuckled at her reaction before standing up and leaving her alone with the boy’s cruel fingers. When she returned a few minutes later she had a towel in her hand.

          “You’d better use this David or your parents will want to know what the mess is on the carpet.” They both looked at the space beneath Lisa’s spread thighs. Several glistening drops of fluid had already dripped from her pussy onto the floor.

          “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself you little slut,” she said sarcastically. Lisa moaned, mortified at her body’s involuntary reaction.

          David Langley sat back for a moment and looked at the quivering naked woman kneeling in front of him. He swallowed and shook his head, trying to clear the disbelief that was filling his mind. He looked at Mrs Henderson for permission to continue and she smiled and nodded. With his erection throbbing almost painfully he reached out and slid his hand down the smooth curve of the trembling belly. Lisa jerked and started to squirm her hips as the inquisitive digits boldly parted her delicate labial folds.

          “Nnnnnngh!” she groaned piteously. “P…P…P…Please st…stop him Miss! Oooooooooh! N…N…Noooooooooooooo!” Jean Henderson laughed.

          “Certainly not you little tart. I can see you’re loving every minute! It’s pouring out of you!” A strand of shiny fluid was descending quickly towards the towel that had been placed on the carpet between Lisa’s legs.

          “Oooooh God!” she suddenly gasped through clenched teeth as the boy’s fingertips slid into her slippery vaginal opening. Consumed with shame she couldn’t stop her hips pushing forwards as three of the teasing fingers were forcefully rammed up inside her. Then the boy began to pump his hand up and down and she was lost. At each thrust the palm of his hand grazed and bumped against her swollen clitoral knob sending a tiny pleasurable shock into the centre of her belly. Lisa could do nothing but tense and groan as the rhythmic stimulation continued, her buttocks clenching in time with each wave of sensation as her bumhole squeezed tightly onto the horrid plug. Gradually her pupils grew rounder and she started to realise what was about to happen…she was going to come! Nooooooooooo! No! No! No! Jean Henderson was quick to recognise the rising panic in her plaything’s eyes and the urgency in her increasingly loud moans. At the last moment she told the boy to stop, denying her writhing toy the release she now so desperately wanted. Sobbing quietly Lisa allowed her head to slump forwards. The terrible humiliation of having the obnoxious boy fondle her curves and then penetrate her pussy with his impatient fingers had made her feel faint, but worse it had ignited a familiar craving deep within her belly. She was so ashamed of her behaviour, of her reactions, but she couldn’t stop herself! Now her erect nipples were tingling and aching and her pussy had begun to throb uncontrollably. If the boy was allowed to touch her again she knew she’d lose control and be forced to show him her most private of moments…she shivered with dread.

          David Langley’s eyes were glittering with excitement and when Lisa inadvertently caught his gaze she couldn’t bear the look of superiority he gave her. Once more she found herself draped across her landlady’s lap, but this time the older woman’s knees were covered by the folded towel.

          “Well get your legs open girl!” barked Mrs Henderson crossly. Lisa’s face flamed with fresh embarrassment as she felt the cheeks of her bottom spreading apart but then she was suddenly writhing and gasping as her Mistress began to spank her. 

          “SLAP!”

          “Ow!”

          “SMACK!”

          “Ooooooh!” The blows grew more painful as the older woman applied her hand to the soft wobbling rounds with as much force as she could manage.

          “You’ve been pushing those big boobs of yours into everybody’s face this evening you disgusting little tart! I know damn well you’ve been enjoying every minute. No doubt you’d have liked this to happen in the restaurant in front of all those people so they could all see you! Well?” Lisa shook her head as she bounced under the stinging impacts.

          “Owwwwwww! No Miss! Noooooooo! OwOwOw!” The spanking abruptly stopped. Lisa was trying her best not to cry, she couldn’t stand the thought of the boy seeing her in tears. Suddenly she started shaking her head frantically. No! No! Pleeeeease No! But it was too late! After placing her hands on the inner curves of the writhing buttocks Mrs Henderson had pulled them wide apart. The action caused Lisa’s swollen and sticky labia to slip open allowing the sniggering youth a perfect view of her gaping wet hole.         

          “As you can see David Lisa needs a firm hand but I’m afraid you can smell how excited she gets when she’s being dealt with.” When she heard her landlady make reference to the aroma of female arousal now filling the room Lisa cringed inside and a moan of utter shame escaped her lips. However the boy didn’t really hear what his hostess had said, his attention was completely focussed on the two hot red cheeks that were clenching and wriggling only inches in front of his face…and on the pink lipped slit that was oozing clear fluid as he watched…and on the end of the black plug that was jerking back and forth each time Mrs Henderson’s hand landed. It took a moment for him to react and then all he managed was a weak nod of his head.

          “Get further over than that girl!” snapped the older woman as Lisa self-consciously slid herself onto the neatly folded towel that was waiting on David Langley’s lap. The glazed expression on his face had quickly disappeared once he’d realised that he was going to be allowed to spank the almost naked woman himself. His erection dug urgently into Lisa’s soft stomach as she put her hands on the carpet and wretchedly hung her head. Tears were threatening to run down her face as the intense humiliation overwhelmed her. Jean Henderson noticed the cruel glint that was gradually appearing in the boy’s eyes and smiled knowingly.

          After five minutes his hand was very hot and sore. He hadn’t realised that spanking someone could be such hard work! And despite his efforts, and much to his annoyance, Lisa had barely reacted to his palm slapping against her rear cheeks. Mrs Henderson saw a flicker of irritation cross the youth’s expression and grinned. Opening her handbag she withdrew an old fashioned hairbrush. Made from a piece of solid wood it felt reassuringly heavy in her hand.

          “Try this David,” she said with a smirk. “And do feel free to see if the little tart has got any wetter.” Lisa mewed her distress when she heard her landlady make the awful suggestion but gurgled and whinnied much more loudly when the boy’s fingers roughly pushed apart her labial folds before penetrating deeply into her defenceless vagina. She jerked and rolled her hips, their laughter making her face flame with heat, as he forcefully fingered her slippery hole for several minutes. Once again she felt the worrying sensations building in the pit of her stomach, almost surrendering herself to his teasing manipulations when he rubbed her swollen clitoral knob for a few fleeting seconds. Nooooooooooooooooooooo!

          “SPLATT!” Lisa’s buttock flattened under the solid blow. Much to the youth’s satisfaction her reaction was very different from that caused when he was using just his hand.

          “Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!” she squealed, clenching her bum cheeks tightly together and writhing on his lap which caused his erection to pulse excitedly.

          “SMACK!” The back of the brush bounced back from the already reddened skin. There was split second before Lisa’s feet suddenly kicked up from the floor and she shrieked loudly.

          “Aiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!” From then on each stinging impact brought a scream from Lisa and a frantic wriggling of her bottom. It took all of the boy’s strength to hold the writhing woman down, but when her hands shot back to try and protect her wounded bum he swiftly pinioned them in the small of her back. From then on she was helpless, squirming and kicking but totally unable to stop the brush from repeatedly visiting the burning surfaces of her wobbling cheeks.

            “For goodness sake you little slut keep still!” said her landlady with a sly snigger. “You’re not a two year old.” Gradually Lisa’s bottom began to glow, the pain and shame causing the tears to come…and then they were flowing unchecked down her face. And as she blubbered she started to beg. She hated doing it. Hated doing it because of the horrid boy…but she couldn’t help herself!

          “OH PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! OWWWWWWWWW! I’M SORRY!” Both the grinning teenager and Mrs Henderson began to laugh at her frantic pleading.

          “I’LL DO AS I’M TOLD”! AAAAAAHHHHHH! STOP IT PLEASE! PLEEEEEEAAASSSEE!” she screamed as the brush stung her again and again.

          “I’m sorry she’s making such a noise David. She does make a terrible fuss for her age…but this should help.” The hairbrush paused above the fiery red bottom and Lisa sobbed with relief. But then she jerked, the toes of her high heels frantically scrabbling on the carpet as she suddenly felt the plug being pulled from her anal opening.

          “N…N…N….Nooooooooooooooooo!” she grunted as her tiny hole was pulled painfully open. Fascinated David Langley watched as the black plug was drawn upwards bringing with it the surrounding stretched pink ring of Lisa’s bumhole. With her hands still held tightly in the small of her back she could do nothing but flop helplessly up and down on the boy’s lap. And then she shuddered with humiliation and cried out as the plug slipped free with an audible “plop”. She had little time to react as the foul thing was quickly forced into her mouth.

          “That should help,” said Mrs Henderson with a chuckle.

          For the next few minutes David Langley used the hairbrush without mercy. Lisa’s bottom cheeks writhed and bulged and clenched and burned as she gurgled and gasped and snorted around her new gag. When he’d finished she lay on the floor at his feet sobbing uncontrollably with her hands gingerly clasped to her wounded flesh.  

          “Get up!” said Mrs Henderson immediately. Once back on her feet Lisa was made to bend over and grip her ankles showing the exhuberant boy, and her smiling landlady, the results of his efforts. Above the tops of her now ruckled stockings her scorched buttocks were blazing red and as her tormentors stared it was obvious that the naked girl couldn’t keep still. Her hips refused to stop rolling from side to side as she continued to blubber and whimper unhappily. David Langley could actually feel the heat radiating from the quivering bottom. It looks really big and sore and swollen and hot! he thought, as his hard-on threatened to burst through his fly.

          “Well young lady I hope you’ve learned a lesson this evening?” It was a rhetorical question but Lisa still nodded her head and tried her best to “agree” with her landlady. The desperate spluttering, barely understandable, response coming from her sobbing toy made Jean Henderson laugh brightly.

          “In future let’s hope you’ll be less enthusiastic about showing all you’ve got to any and everybody we meet!” Turning to the chuckling but wide-eyed youth she continued.

          “Thank you for the coffee David, hopefully you’ve found tonight enjoyable. But before we go I think Lisa really should thank you personally for helping to discipline her.” She looked at her watch as a stream of unintelligible protestations suddenly erupted from her bent-over plaything. “We’ll have to go in about half an hour, she’s got work in the morning, but you’re welcome to take her to your room until then. I’ll be quite happy down here watching television until you’ve finished.” She smiled amusedly as the volume of the panicky babbling filling the room suddenly increased.

          “Oh and if you think she’s not being enthusiastic enough…” She treated the boy to a knowing smile which made him blush.

          “…feel free to give her some more of this.” She handed him the hairbrush.

          Completely engulfed by the heart-stopping humiliation of what was now happening to her Lisa moaned piteously…”all” of her cheeks were burning hotly. She could hear the TV downstairs but it seemed a world away from her current shame-filled situation. She was laid face down over the edge of the single bed with her hands tied together behind her back and a whole host of scantily clad girls staring down at her from the numerous “rude” posters that covered the walls. Two pillows were supporting her stomach and her legs were stretched wide apart allowing the hateful boy plenty of room to prod and poke at her defenceless holes. He was kneeling on the floor, his head between her thighs, playing horribly obscene games with her private parts. She bit down hard on the rubber plug filling her mouth and groaned as fingers sank deeply into her very wet pussy, then moaned even more loudly as her bumhole clenched firmly onto the same fingers as they invaded her most private of places. And then she was gasping and jerking and squirming once more as the hateful youth nipped and rubbed her sensitive and swollen clitoral bulb with his fingertips. The little bastard knew exactly what he was doing! But she couldn’t let him make her come! It would be too shameful, too embarrassing! She tried to stem the flood of intoxicating sensations that were flowing through her, tried to stop the orgasm building, but it was hopeless…the dreadful shame of being bared in front of the boy, the burning in her bum from the horrid hairbrush, being touched in the most intimate of ways, the tingling coming from her abused nipples and the delicious throbbing in her clitoris were all driving her towards the point of no return! Luckily at that moment he took his hands away. Lisa panted with relief and managed to stop her hips moving as the blood pounding in her ears gradually began to quieten.

          David Langley stood up slowly. His head was still spinning with disbelief at what he was being allowed to do! He glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table. I’ve still got a quarter of an hour, he thought, as he adjusted his rock hard erection to try and make himself more comfortable. It was like being in some kind of amazing wet dream! As he stared down at the helpless nude woman his mind began to race with daring possibilities… I could do it to her! I really could! Stick my cock in her. Stick it up her bum even. The amazing thoughts were tinged with slight concerns at what his new “friend” Mrs Henderson would say when she found out, but excitement quickly overcame his trepidation…and he might never get the chance again. He took his trousers and pants off, which made him feel much better, and boldly walked around the bed until his hard-on was jutting directly into Lisa’s face. Her eyes immediately widened and she began to shake her head wildly. Spluttering and gasping she tried to eject the rubber plug from her mouth. Unfortunately the thing’s enlarged head was far too wide for her to simply spit it out.

          “I’m gonna stick it right up you,” said the grinning youth, as he proudly slid his hand back and forth along his throbbing cock.

          The scarf had been wrapped several times around Lisa’s head. It effectively muffled the shrieks of protest she’d been constantly making for the last few minutes. She shook her head frantically. NO! NO! NO! Noooooooooooooooo! He mustn’t fuck her! She mustn’t let him. Mrs H would be horribly cross! She’d be in terrible trouble if she let the horrible boy fuck her! She tried her best to wriggle and turn over but he’d tied each of her ankles to the foot of a bedpost leaving her legs stretched wide open. She was totally helpless and at his mercy! That thought, and the realisation that he really could do anything he liked, caused another unhelpful rush of adrenalin in her brain…which only added to the shameful throbbing coming from her pussy. Suddenly she was squealing and squirming her hips, as much as she was able, because she could feel the swollen head of the boy’s penis pressing against her vaginal opening. Nooooooo! And then she stiffened and moaned with shame as the length of hard youthful flesh penetrated her slippery tunnel. Almost instantly she screamed as the boy’s stomach made contact with her incredibly sensitive bum cheeks. The painful stinging made her curl her toes and writhe violently on the pillows. David shivered with pleasure as his cock disappeared inside the squirming woman’s pussy. It felt so hot and wet! She was babbling and gurgling incoherently inside his school scarf and he had to grit his teeth to stop himself exploding straight away. Slowly he was able to gain a degree of self control and managed to fully withdraw his pulsing hard-on without actually coming! It was shining, coated in her vulval fluids. He exhaled noisily, unaware that he’d been holding his breath, before starting to pump himself forcefully back and forth in the tight opening. Lisa whinnied and rolled her hips as the awful sensations flooded her belly. She felt dizzy with embarrassment but couldn’t stop her body reacting to the shameful penetrations, nor to the bursts of excruciating heat coming from her blistered bum cheeks. Inevitably her orgasm began to draw closer and humiliatingly she couldn’t stop her hips lifting to receive each of the boy’s thrusts.

          David Langley held on for as long as he could! He knew he’d come if he didn’t stop, at least for a moment, so pulled himself out of the slippery hole and took some deep breaths. He’d always had an ego and the events of the amazing evening had fed it enormously. He knew exactly what he was going to do next! Standing in front of Lisa he wiped his stiff sticky cock across her bright red face, taking care not to get any of her pussy juices on his school scarf of course! She stared up at him with wide open eyes as he looked down with total disdain on his grinning face.

          “Would you like me to fuck you up the arse,” he asked with a cruel glint in his eyes. He couldn’t help laughing at the way she immediately began to frantically shake her head…NO! NO! NO! Noooooooooooo!...and tug at her bonds as a muffled stream of, what he supposed were, pleas and promises erupted from her gagged mouth.

          Lisa jerked and screeched as the back of the hairbrush stung each of her widespread buttocks in turn. She screamed into the scarf as the merciless wood burned the inside of each of her wobbling globes and within a few seconds she knew she couldn’t stand anymore, the fresh pain was so intense she’d thought she’d faint. The boy paused and watched the tears pouring down the helpless woman’s face. He wasn’t stupid. He knew she’d reached her breaking point.

          “Now I’ll ask you again you little slut,” he said quietly, with his head close to her ear, “would you like me to fuck you up the arse?” His sniggering forced Lisa to plumb the very depths of her personal shame as she tearfully nodded her head. When she felt the swollen glans begin to stretch her defenceless bumhole she bit down on the rubber filling her mouth, waves of humiliation washing over her as the furiously stiff penis slid slowly inside her bottom. She’d tried desperately to clench herself shut but having to sit on the anal plug for several hours had robbed her of any chance of that. Her eyes bulged as the hard rod went deeper, distending her private passageway whilst at the same time engulfing her in wave after wave of mind-numbing embarrassment. But even as she was being buggered by the insufferable boy a tiny voice was telling her that she was lucky! Lucky it’s only an average sized cock, it said, as her bottomhole was stretched by his ever more urgent thrusts. He won’t take long…

          Back in the lounge a naked Lisa, with the anal plug still held between her teeth, was standing in front of her smiling landlady. Jean Henderson adored the look of absolute shame that was covering her plaything’s face. She giggled.

          “So have you been a good little girl for David? Mmmmm?” Her crimson cheeked lodger nodded sullenly as fat tears ran slowly down her face. The older woman turned to the boy sitting by her side.

          “Was she…er…satisfactory?” she enquired with a smirk playing on her lips.

          “Yeah,” he replied confidently. “I had to give her another taste of the brush at one stage but otherwise she was a good girl, weren’t you?” Lisa loathed the fact that he was discussing her behaviour as though she was a small child, but she had little choice but to nod her head. She wanted to leave now…wanted to get away from his prying hands and eyes. She detested “David” with every cell in her trembling body! Hated what he had done to her but also hated her own body just as much. She was so ashamed…so ashamed of the way it had betrayed her! Unbelievably her clitoris was pulsing and throbbing madly. She needed to come…and come now…even after the terrible things that happened to her over the past few hours! Her face burned as she felt the boy’s warm semen gradually seeping from her tingling bumhole and she was horribly aware of the sticky wetness that was coating not just her pussy but also the inside of her thighs. During the boy’s excruciatingly embarrassing investigations his fumbling fingers had spread her secretions everywhere.

          Mrs Henderson carefully carried the red silk dress as she followed Lisa down the driveway towards the car. It had been an expensive purchase so she didn’t want it damaged or soiled in any way. She was smiling happily to herself. It had been an entertaining evening and one that she’d enjoyed immensely. Having her plaything bend over and re-insert the anal plug in front of the sniggering boy had been a fitting conclusion to the evening. She’d considered forcing the mortified girl to masturbate there and then but she wanted to keep the little slut on edge for the next few days. Now being quite late the air had turned cooler, and it was dark, so the fact that her lodger was still naked wouldn’t, unfortunately, be causing her too much concern. A pity she thought, chuckling quietly. She watched the full, and no doubt burning, buttocks roll saucily in front of her as they both headed towards the car.

          “Towel!” she barked as her trembling toy reached for the passenger door.

          Lisa squirmed uncomfortably as they sped through the night, the folded towel feeling horribly prickly against her hot bottom and the awful plug once more preventing her from closing her bumhole. Try as she might she couldn’t seem to alleviate the stinging in her bum cheeks and worryingly her pussy was continuing to tingle and pulse insistently. Her face suddenly burned as a fleeting picture of what the boy had been allowed to do to her flashed through her mind. She was so ashamed but wasn’t able to stop her pussy oozing sticky fluid in response to the awful thought. The towel beneath her bum was getting wetter by the minute and she was worried...what would Mrs Henderson say when she found out? She swallowed nervously…because she knew full well that when they got home, and before she was allowed to go to bed, her vagina would be subjected to a very intimate inspection by her Mistress. The evidence of her “sluttish” nature would be blushingly revealed and no doubt, at her next punishment session, be used as a reason to increase its’ severity. She shivered as horrible imaginings filled her head.

          “You remembered to book Monday off from work didn’t you?” Mrs Henderson suddenly asked, pulling Lisa from her thoughts.

          “Yes Miss,” she answered as politely as she could.

          “Because I don’t know if I told you or not, but we’re going to see Holly on Saturday! I’m visiting an old work colleague so you’ll be staying the night. Won’t that be nice? Apparently she’s really looking forward to introducing you to some of her friends.” The older woman’s soft laughter did nothing to alleviate the sudden rush of anxiety that flooded through Lisa, in fact it only served to make her feel more worried.

          “And of course I’ll be giving Holly permission to deal with you in any way she sees fit.”

          A month or so earlier Holly, Lisa’s eighteen year old niece, had been to stay at Mrs Henderson’s house. The weekend had proved to be dreadfully embarrassing for Lisa, as under the tutelage of her landlady, the young girl had been encouraged to act as a Mistress to her beautiful aunt. And Holly had embraced the role with unbridled enthusiasm, discovering a dominant side to her personality that she never knew existed. Lisa flushed with shame as she remembered being forced to undress in front of her grinning niece for the first time, and then the incredibly intense humiliation she’d felt when she was disciplined and sexually used by the girl a short time later. Suddenly her bumhole started to clench uncontrollably on the rubber plug filling her bottom as she realised that in a few days time she’d be under Holly’s control once more…

YNHumiliator July 2010   

The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : Forced to Please

Chapter two: Bared and Shared

          It was only seven thirty on a Friday evening but Lisa James was being sent to bed early! She’d already had her bath, and been thoroughly dried by her Mistress, before being made to put her pyjamas on. Pyjamas, which, it has to be said, being covered in cute fluffy “bunnies”, were more suited to a seven year old girl than a fully developed twenty seven year old woman. Her face was bright red, well crimson really! Standing in Mrs Henderson’s kitchen with the childish pyjama trousers around her ankles, and the jacket held up underneath her chin, would have been embarrassing enough in itself…but to make things a hundred times worse she was being forced to expose her totally hairless pussy, and erect nipples, not only to her landlady, but also to two of the older woman’s “special” friends, Mrs King and her daughter Alison. They’d met Jean Henderson’s lodger on several previous occasions…and they were occasions that Lisa really wanted to forget!

          When she’d heard their voices in the hallway she’d immediately started to shiver with dread, her mind filling with awful memories, memories that made her face burn with shame. Now she was cringing inside as they discussed her disgusting behaviour when she and Mrs Henderson had had dinner with sixteen year old David Langley earlier in the week. Her face glowed hotly as the three women, but particularly Alison, looked with undisguised interest at the totally exposed charms being displayed directly in front of them. As soon as she’d been instructed to pull the horrid pyjama trousers down her nipples had started to harden, but once she’d been curtly ordered to lift the pyjama jacket and show them her boobs the sensitive tips had immediately stiffened and grown darker. Now they were poking straight out towards her seated audience and tingling uncomfortably. Alison sniggered and stared directly into Lisa’s eyes. Her condescending look and the amused smile playing across her lips filled Lisa with shame, as did the fact that Alison was very similar in age to herself. Having to obey someone of the same age, or even worse, someone younger, always intensified the humiliation she felt. The fresh rush of embarrassment increased the throbbing in her quickly engorging clitoral knob, which in turn caused a wave of sticky wetness to flood her pussy.

          “Has she put on weight since the last time we saw her,” asked the grinning girl as she stared at the delicate vaginal lips that were peeking out from the tightly closed vulval slit. Lisa’s cheeks burned hotly as she felt the prying eyes inspecting her private folds and creases.

          “The little slut encouraged him to do what?” said Mrs King, her voice full of mock disbelief. The expression on Lisa’s face was one of pure embarrassment. She writhed on the spot as the giggling women continued their cruel teasing. 

          “She actually allowed the boy to put it up her bottom? Disgusting, quite disgusting!” Lisa tried to swallow but her mouth was too dry. At the same time she was horribly aware of the growing wetness between her legs. What was the matter with her for goodness sake? Their beastly taunting was making her pussy throb! Nnnnnnnooooooooo! In fact the more they described what she’d been made to do by the horrid boy the more aroused she was becoming! She was so ashamed of her reactions but simply couldn’t help herself! And it was so unfair, so totally unfair. She hadn’t encouraged the boy at all. He’d had the awful hairbrush!  And Mrs H was the one that had given it to him in the first place. And she’d had to do as she was told even though she thought she’d die of embarrassment! It had been terrible, one of the most mortifyingly shameful nights of her life!   

          “And she let him use his fingers first?”

          “Oh yes, and then apparently he penetrated her vaginally before using her anus. According to the boy she loved every minute of it, well especially if the mess she’d made of herself was anything to go by! It was everywhere!” They all watched Lisa’s face as her blushing grew darker and darker and giggled happily each time she was brave enough to glance nervously up into their smiling faces.

          “So has she been punished for her appalling behaviour?”

          “To be honest I haven’t really had the time. It’s just been so busy but this weekend she’ll be thoroughly attended to. She’s going to be taught a few lessons she’ll hopefully never forget!” They all laughed at the piteous whimper that Lisa wasn’t able to stop escaping from her mouth.

          “As I said Jean I’m only sorry we haven’t got the time to stay and help you deal with her now,” said Mrs King, with definite regret in her voice.

          “If we’d only realised she was due to be disciplined we could have cancelled our tickets for the show. But anyway, the reason we called was to ask if we could borrow her for another party? Alison’s arranged it. Everyone was asking if we could do it again because they all enjoyed the last one so much.” Mrs Henderson chuckled at the look of complete panic that her red-faced lodger suddenly gave her.

          “Yes of course, that’s a lovely idea. Will it be exactly the same as last time?”

          “Well no actually. To make it a bit more interesting Alison’s invited a few male friends along as well.” They all laughed again at the look of absolute horror on Lisa’s very red face.

          Alison stood up, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

          “Jean, would it be alright if I put her to bed? We’ve got half an hour before we need to leave.” Lisa’s pleading look was totally ignored by her cold-faced landlady.

          “But of course and don’t be afraid to warm her bottom if she gives you any trouble,” replied Mrs Henderson. With that the smirking girl manhandled Lisa across the kitchen and out into the hallway. Much to the amusement of the two older women Lisa wasn’t given permission to drop her hands or pull up her pyjama trousers so she stumbled awkwardly in front of her tormentor with her big boobs wobbling and swaying in all directions.

          “By the sounds of it you’ve been a very dirty little girl,” said Alison contemptuously, as she secured each of the mittens around Lisa’s wrists.

          “Encouraging a young boy to stick his penis up your bottom; it’s quite disgusting!” She smiled, enjoying the other girl’s shame enormously. Whenever Mrs Henderson wanted to ensure that her lodger didn’t touch herself “inappropriately” during the night, Lisa was forced to wear a pair of thin leather mittens. Made from old and very dry suede, they never failed to reveal the evidence of any nocturnal “explorations” of her private parts that she’d been foolish enough to make; foolish because once the evidence was discovered the following morning, which it inevitably was, her rear cheeks were subjected to a prolonged and excruciatingly painful thrashing. Several times a week however the temptation to touch herself was overpoweringly intense. Not surprising considering the fact that on those occasions, just before being sent to bed, she’d been teased to the very edge of orgasm numerous times and purposely denied any release. Laid there, with her swollen clitoris pulsing and throbbing, the urge to satisfy herself usually proved impossible to resist.  

          “I bet you’d like to make yourself come while you think about sucking his stiff cock, mmmm? You naughty girl!” Alison’s cruel laughter filled the little bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Lisa forwards by her hips before quickly unbuttoning the pyjama jacket and pulling it off over the girl’s trembling shoulders.  

          “Hands on your head.” Lisa complied as the pyjama trousers were pulled down and slipped off her feet. Now totally naked she stood in front of Mrs King’s chuckling daughter with her big boobs jutting straight out and her pussy throbbing wetly. After being made to turn sideways she was ordered to spread her legs. 

          “Now then,” said the girl softly, as with one hand she moulded and squeezed each of the heavy breasts in turn whilst her other hand slid over the generous cheeks of the defenceless bottom, “tell me exactly what happened.” Lisa knew she had to. Had to do exactly as she was told, had to tell her young “Mistress” everything…but it was sooooooo embarrassing!

          As she tried to focus on describing the awful events of that evening, the thirty minutes she’d spent alone with the horrid teenager in his bedroom, Lisa was consumed with shame. Besides having to recollect the awful memories she was also acutely aware of Alison’s hand which had slid slowly down and was now cupping the smooth mound of her shaven pussy. Having to stand with her legs apart allowed the other girl easy access to her vaginal slit. She suddenly gasped as the insistent fingers slipped between her delicate lips and then jerked as her swollen clitoral bud was squeezed painfully between a thumb and forefinger.

          “Aaaaaaaaah! Please Miss please it hurts!”

          “I’m waiting,” said Alison King sternly. Lisa’s face burned and she tried to speak but the humiliation was overpowering.

          “SMACK! SLAP!”

          “OwwwwwwOwwwwww!” blubbered Lisa as she squirmed her hips to try and alleviate the sudden stinging in her bum cheeks.

          Stuttering and writhing with embarrassment she reluctantly told her sniggering tormentor everything. How the ghastly boy had spanked her, how he’d fingered her holes, how he’d fucked her and then used the hairbrush before finally buggering her poor bumhole. And throughout the telling of her story the incessant teasing of her throbbing clitoris continued. Several times she was forced to describe the most shameful moments again as her sensitive vaginal tunnel was roughly penetrated. She could feel her pussy oozing with excitement but each time her hips started to jerk greedily and her groaning became more urgent the delicious stimulation would immediately cease…and seconds later she totally forgot the pleasure as Alison King spanked the rolling buttocks with as much force as she could manage. It proved a very long half an hour for Lisa, at the end of which her hot bottom was performing a lewd bump and grind and tears were running unchecked down her cheeks. Alison on the other hand had enjoyed herself a great deal. Sexually abusing the girl always proved to be enormous fun and she found that it made her own pussy tingle with pleasure. Since being introduced to Lisa by Mrs Henderson, and hearing of their unusual relationship, she’d been surprised by the newly discovered darker side of her own nature; eagerly taking every offered opportunity to control and dominate her submissive contemporary. Lisa gurgled in dismay when her tormentor pulled the tight pyjama trousers forcefully back up her legs, ensuring that the central seam parted the now very sticky vulval folds and making the swollen vagina bulge to form a perfect “camel toe”. Alison giggled as she looked at the results of her efforts.

          “That should give you something to think about you dirty girl and don’t you dare start touching yourself as soon as I’ve gone!”

          After the smiling girl had given the generous breasts a final squeeze she re-buttoned the little pyjama jacket. Grinning at Lisa’s beetroot red face Alison curtly told her to climb between the sheets before closing the bedroom door as she left. Laying perfectly still Lisa listened to the muffled voices coming from downstairs as Mrs King and her daughter made their farewells. Then she heard the front door close and a few minutes later the television came on. Alone in the gradually darkening room she tried to concentrate on work, the weather, the news, anything to keep her mind from dwelling on what had just happened. But it didn’t help and she was soon trembling with need as rude thoughts tumbled through her head, the urge to touch her throbbing pussy and make herself come almost overwhelming in its’ intensity.

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          The following morning Lisa’s face blushed hotly when Mrs Henderson discovered the soaking gusset of the pyjama trousers but amazingly the mittens were perfectly dry; no evidence of her lodger satisfying herself during the night was revealed so the girl escaped what would have been a very painful strapping. She did however have to endure a prolonged enema session, waiting in the bathroom whilst her Mistress went downstairs and set the coffee machine going. By the time her landlady returned Lisa was bent double and groaning with discomfort as the cramping from her full bowels grew steadily worse.

          “Well you need to be properly clean. I have no idea what Holly has planned for your bottom today!” said the older woman, laughing gaily as she felt the writhing girl’s swollen belly.

          After being showered and dried Lisa was marched down the stairs, totally naked, and forced to sit at the kitchen table and eat her breakfast. She was acutely aware of her nudity, her stiff nipples tingling in the cool air and her big boobs swaying as she ate. Unfortunately she knew what was about to happen, it had become a fairly regular Saturday morning occurrence, and her anxiety was growing with each passing minute. Mrs Henderson smiled at her plaything’s increasing agitation.

          “For goodness sake sit still you silly girl!” she said, as someone suddenly knocked on the back door. Lisa looked up with panic in her eyes.

          “Well see who it is!” the older woman snapped.

          Over the past few weeks, when they’d been at home on a Saturday morning, Mrs Henderson had found a new way of mentally tormenting her submissive lodger. It was very simple really, but also very effective…Lisa had been forced to greet any callers and invite them in, having first been given strict instructions not to attempt to cover any of her physical attributes. Standing there in the nude, with everything fully exposed whilst the milkman, postman or whoever, ran their eyes over her curves made her feel sick with embarrassment; but she had to endure their leers, she had no choice. Two particular instances, which she so wanted to forget but couldn’t, stood out in her mind…on the first occasion she’d just been punished for touching herself so her face was wet with tears and her bottom burning when she went to the door. After she’d let the grinning milkman in Mrs Henderson had made her bend over and grab her ankles so that he could see exactly how she’d been dealt with. They’d both laughed and discussed her behaviour for several minutes whilst she’d sobbed with both humiliation and pain. But the second time was the worst; only seven days ago in fact…the knock on the door had come just as she’d been told to bend over the kitchen table in readiness for a strapping. Gregg, their young postman, had watched with undisguised interest as the punishment was carried out. Mrs Henderson had ensured that the strap cracked down with real venom and soon Lisa had been writhing and squirming all over the table top; her legs and bum cheeks opening wide and revealing all of her secrets as she’d tried to escape the stinging leather. After it was over she lay there sobbing with her scarlet buttocks spread apart and the wet slit of her pussy fully on show. It had hurt so much that she didn’t actually care what he could see! Luckily up to now, Mrs Henderson hadn’t invited any of their early morning callers to physically examine her trembling lodger, but Lisa knew it was only a matter of time before her smiling Mistress offered one of them the chance!

          When Lisa opened the door her face bloomed with heat. It was Gregg again! Noooooooo! Only a week ago he’d watched as she’d been given the strap, and he’d seen both her pussy and her bumhole! She shivered as the shameful memory filled her head.

          “Hello Sir,” she said quietly as he stepped eagerly inside.

          “Pour our guest a cup of coffee young lady,” said Mrs Henderson, “and you can refill mine at the same time.” Horribly aware of the postman’s eyes following her every move Lisa did as she was told. Once the cups were safely placed on the table she was ordered to stand in front of them and put her hands on her head. Her cheeks were scarlet as her firm boobs jutted out and her nipples pointed stiffly towards their smiling faces. She squirmed and squeezed her thighs together when his gaze dropped to her hairless mound.

          “As you can see Gregg her bottom hasn’t needed any attention this morning. She managed to behave yesterday evening and not touch herself, which was a bit of a surprise I must admit. Usually I find that she’s had her fingers up herself half the night!” They both laughed as the redness colouring Lisa’s face grew darker. She kept her eyes firmly fixed to the floor.

          “I’ve no doubt she’s enjoying showing herself off to you like this. She’s quiet shameless where her body’s concerned. Well as you saw last week she was more than happy to expose her anus and vagina to you, that’s why I need to keep her under such firm control.” She paused and took a sip of her coffee.

          “But she doesn’t learn. The only thing she really seems to take any notice of is a damn good spanking, especially if it’s carried out in front of someone else.” Lisa gave a little moan as the dreadful humiliation continued. She wanted to cover herself up so so much! Wanted to escape their staring eyes, but there wouldn’t be any escape, she knew that. Having to stand in front of them totally bare was truly awful…but she could feel her pussy getting wetter! Noooooo! Please No! She looked up with horror in her eyes when she heard what her grinning landlady said next.

          “I know you’ve only got a few minutes but would you like to inspect her before you go? Having to stand perfectly still whilst she’s being touched is always an excellent lesson in obedience. And be as thorough as you like she won’t mind, will you you little slut?” Lisa didn’t answer. She felt so ashamed that she couldn’t even think straight, never mind speak!

          “Well what do you say girl?” asked the older woman sharply. Choking back tears Lisa managed to stammer;

          “W…w…w…would you like to…to…examine me Sir?” It was almost a whisper.

          The arrogant look in his eyes as he reached out and cupped her gently wobbling breasts made Lisa’s face immediately turn a deeper shade of scarlet. Powerless to stop him doing whatever he pleased she closed her eyes and whimpered helplessly as his eager fingers closed on her nipples, pinching and pulling the sensitive tips until they stood out like red thorns.

          “Look at me girl,” said Mrs Henderson sharply. From then on the older woman held Lisa’s gaze as she was rudely fondled and fingered by their smirking guest. As the male hands roved unhurriedly across her smooth skin, caressing and exploring every curve and intimate crease, Lisa’s facial expression reflected panic and shame in equal measure. Each outrageous intrusion from the searching digits caused a sudden widening of her eyes and an anxious whinny of dismay…and throughout she was forced to look into her landlady’s smiling face. As Jean Henderson watched she saw every delicious moment of her toys humiliation, every cringe of embarrassment, every additional surge of shame, it was all clearly revealed in the tear-filled eyes. Lisa gnawed nervously on her bottom lip and gasped when the fingers delved between her buttocks, her face flaming again and again as they teased her anal opening before slipping forwards and parting her delicate vaginal folds. And when her holes, both front and back, were finally penetrated for his entertainment she gurgled and groaned urgently, rising up onto her toes as her hips rolled wantonly from side to side. Not being allowed to look away from her Mistress’s grinning face increased Lisa’s feelings of humiliation to such an extent that she thought she might faint, and as the horribly inappropriate groping continued her forlorn sobs grew steadily more wretched.

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          With each passing mile Lisa’s unease was growing. It wouldn’t be long before they’d be arriving at Holly’s house. She had no doubt that once under her young niece’s control she’d be forced to do the most awful things, embarrassing things, and her mind was still spinning from the terribly shameful probing of her private parts that she’d endured only an hour earlier. So she sat quietly in the front seat of Mrs Henderson’s car trying to keep her nerves under control and trying to forget the final indignities that she’d been subjected to…being forced to kiss the horrid postman whilst he’d slid his fingers back and forth in her soaking wet pussy had released all of her pent-up frustrations and sent her straight over the edge…she’d lost all control, jerking on the teasing digits as the waves of the orgasm flooded through her belly. At the same time her hands had dropped from her head and she’d clung to him desperately, instantly aware of the erect cock digging into her stomach, gasping and sucking on his tongue as the glorious sensations consumed her. She was so so ashamed, mortified by her incredibly rude reactions, but she’d been so horny…she just couldn’t help herself! And then whilst she’d had to stand totally naked in front of them once more Mrs Henderson and their chuckling guest had said their goodbyes, but not before the older woman had berated her for her lewd behaviour and not before she’d asked the stunned postman if he’d like to visit again, maybe one evening, when he wouldn’t need to be so rushed! The dreadful invitation had immediately made Lisa’s mind start to crawl with awful possibilities.

          “Here we are,” said Mrs Henderson brightly as they turned into a cul-de-sac and she pulled the car gently up to the kerb.

          The detached house had a typical 1950’s look and was exactly the same as the ones that sat on either side of it. Each had a small, but very neat, front garden and a garage. Lisa knew that it’d belonged to Holly’s grandmother before she’d died, and that Holly was living there until she’d finished her degree. It certainly looked a cut above the quality of accommodation that most students would be used to. The cul-de-sac itself seemed very quiet, there was no-one about, which was a huge relief for Lisa as she climbed nervously from the car. Mrs Henderson had made her wear her hateful school uniform. It always made her feel horribly ill-at-ease, but of course that was precisely the idea. The older woman smiled knowingly as she noticed her lodger glancing anxiously at the surrounding houses whilst at the same time tugging self consciously at the hem of the grey pleated skirt. It was ridiculously short, so short in fact that if the girl did anything but walk slowly it wasn’t just her smooth thighs that would be on show! Jean Henderson chuckled at the worried look on the girl’s face. Besides the risk of revealing her bottom, and even the bulge of her vagina, Lisa was also acutely aware of her boobs as they wobbled and swayed inside her blouse. Each movement made her already hard nipples tingle as they rubbed against the white cotton. The engorged tips were easily visible through the thin material, and whenever the heavy globes shuddered to a halt two very obvious dark points immediately drew the eye. Grey knee socks and a striped school tie finished the uniform perfectly.

          “I’ll be back to pick you up in the morning young lady and you’d better have behaved yourself, or you’ll be sorry! I want no reports of you being disobedient do you hear?” Lisa nodded unhappily. Once the boot was open she reached inside and lifted out her overnight bag, together with the awful school blazer. She had no idea what Mrs Henderson had packed for her but knew from bitter experience that whatever it was, she wasn’t going to like it.

          The door opened as soon as they knocked. Holly was obviously very excited to see them. Her face was pink and she couldn’t stop smiling.

          “Hello Jean,” she said enthusiastically, giving her a peck on the cheek, before turning quickly towards her clearly embarrassed Aunt.

          “And have you been behaving yourself young lady?” Lisa didn’t say anything as they both stared at her.

          “I’m afraid Holly that she hasn’t,” said Mrs Henderson sharply. “She allowed a sixteen year old boy to do exactly as he pleased to her last week. And even this morning she showed our Postman everything she’s got.” Lisa’s face grew hotter as the older woman gleefully described to the grinning teenager what had happened.

          “Does she have any knickers on now?” asked Holly. Jean Henderson nodded.

          “Lift your skirt up and show your Mistress what you’re wearing.” Lisa put the overnight bag down and did as she was told.

          “Well move back girl we can’t see anything with you that close.” Lisa looked worriedly around at the road and at the house windows that seemed to be staring down at her from every side before taking two short steps backwards onto the front lawn. Swallowing anxiously she lifted the front of the short skirt right up so that they could see her underwear. Oh God anyone could be watching.

          “Mmmmm,” said Holly and giggled, “I bet those are probably her favourites. Well are they girl?” She couldn’t help but smile when her Aunt shook her head and her cheeks bloomed with heat. The tiny knickers were very tight making the hairless mound of Lisa’s pussy bulge rudely forwards between her thighs and were also totally transparent. Through the thin covering it was possible to see every intimate detail of the underlying vaginal anatomy.

          “Turn around.” Lisa did as she was told lifting the skirt so that they could see her bottom, the last thing she wanted to do was give Holly an excuse to punish her. Just before Mrs Henderson left she handed Holly an envelope. Lisa noticed the smile that passed between them and it worried her enormously…

          As soon as the door was closed Holly eagerly ushered the older woman into the hallway and curtly ordered her up the stairs. Once inside, what was evidently her niece’s bedroom, Lisa was told to “stop slouching and stand up straight”. Trembling uncontrollably she did as she was told, her generous breasts jutting out and her hard nipples pressing insistently against the front of her blouse. Having to submit to the younger girl was so so embarrassing but she had to do as she was told, had to be good, had to obey… 

          “Right,” said Holly breathlessly, as she sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at her red-faced Auntie, “let’s see what Jean’s sent for you.” Lisa watched with growing dread as the giggling girl unzipped the bag and spread the contents out on the top of her quilt.

          “Ooooh lovely!” she said with a snigger as she held up the dreadful party dress. Lisa wanted to curl up and die. She hated the stupid thing with a vengeance. The powder blue satin monstrosity was cinched in at the waist by a big bow and its’ frilly edge stuck out, held up by several layers of taffeta. It was the sort of dress that an eight year old would wear to her first party, but in this case it had been very carefully altered to accentuate and display the generous physical attributes of its’ 27 year old “owner”. It left Lisa’s thighs, both front and back, totally exposed, the hem only just covering the lower curves of her bum cheeks, besides which the flimsy material barely contained the soft curves of her breasts. If she leant over, even slightly, they threatened to spill out and reveal her pink nipples to anyone present. She shuddered as a pair of blue ankle socks with little bows and a pair of patent leather shoes followed. A towel and selection of toiletries were next but then Lisa’s face fell even more and she swallowed apprehensively as her niece held up two items for her to see. One was a thick leather strap, which caused a nervous involuntary twitching of her buttocks, and the other a large black dildo. It was a good nine inches long and fairly thick with a bulbous head. On its’ base was a suction cup. Holly slapped it playfully against her palm and grinned, her eyes glittering with excitement. 

          “I bet you’re going to feel this when it’s all the way in!” She burst into laughter at the look of absolute horror on her Aunt’s face.

          “Oooooh! And look at these!” The little metal clips and attached chains sparkled as they dangled in the light. Finally the smiling girl raised her eyebrows as she pulled, what she realised, was an elongated anal plug from the bottom of the bag. It was moulded from four rubber spheres fused onto a central stem, the final one, with a similar diameter to a ping pong ball, sitting just above its’ flared base. Holly’s smirking face did nothing to alleviate Lisa’s rapidly increasing unease.

          “There’s nothing else for you to wear, no knickers or anything…so goodness knows what we’ll do tomorrow morning?” She grinned happily at the trembling woman’s very red face.

          “Lift your skirt.” Reluctantly Lisa did as she was told revealing the see-through underwear once more.

          “So Jean tells me you’ve been showing yourself off again, mmmmm? Been letting a boy touch you, even your bumhole! And you let him put his thing inside it, you dirty girl!” Lisa’s face burned scarlet at the patronizing tone that her young niece used, being spoken to as if she was a child was just so humiliating. Her face glowed with embarrassment as the girl looked directly into her eyes.

          “When was the last time you had your bottom properly attended to?”

          “Last Friday night Miss,” she managed to whisper.

          “So you haven’t been punished for your disgusting behaviour with that boy yet?”

          “No Miss.”

          “Mmmmm,” she said, looking at her watch, “we haven’t got long but I think there’s time for me to have a look at you before we go, I know you’re dying to show me how wet your pussy is…”

          “Stand still!” snapped Holly threateningly as she squeezed the pendulous globes firmly. Lisa was naked and had her hands firmly clasped together behind her neck. Bending forwards as far as she could meant that her unprotected boobs were hanging down allowing her niece complete freedom to squeeze and mould the soft flesh as she pleased. She couldn’t help gasping and squirming when her sensitive and very hard nipples were cruelly pinched and pulled.

          “These are as hard as rock you naughty girl, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Holly’s soft laughter filled the room as her Aunt’s face flamed with heat once more. Whilst one hand continued to cup and weigh each of the heavy breasts in turn the other slid confidently along Lisa’s side before slipping down over the curve of her bottom. A small squeak of alarm accompanied the intimate invasion that quickly followed as the insistent digits delved between the soft buttocks. Lisa suddenly mewled and whinnied, her hips rolling and jerking as the fingers parted the private folds between her legs.

          “Nnnnnnnnnnnnn! Ooooooooooooh Oh God!” she panted as her slippery vaginal tunnel was roughly penetrated. Holly was enjoying herself immensely. Having her Aunt to toy with again was such fun! She forced her fingers in and out of the helpless pussy more forcefully whilst at the same time taking a firmer grip on the globe of soft flesh filling her hand.

          “Aaaaah! Miss it hurts please stop!” gasped Lisa as her throbbing breast was squeezed painfully, but her moaning grew louder and she couldn’t stop her hips thrusting backwards and forwards as the delicious fingering also continued.

          “Such a little slut aren’t you,” murmured Holly lustily as her own pussy throbbed and tingled with excitement. A moment later and Lisa found herself face down across her niece’s lap writhing and begging as firm slaps rained down on her defenceless bottom.

          “Keep still and stop making such a fuss, you’re not a five year old!” said the younger girl crossly as her hand stung each of the wobbling cheeks in turn.

          “And don’t worry I’ll be dealing with you properly tonight!” The spanking lasted for only a few minutes and wasn’t very severe but Lisa’s bum was burning and tears had begun to prick the corners of her eyes by the time it was over, not because of the heat in her buttocks, but because of the intense shame she was feeling. The humiliation of being spanked like a little girl by her young niece was so horrid that it made her head swim.

          “Now get dressed and hurry up!” snapped Holly as she pushed her trembling Auntie to her feet. For a few moments the smiling girl squeezed her thighs together bathing in the wonderfully rude sensations that emanated from the tingling crease between her legs, later she’d make sure that her Aunt’s tongue was put to good use! The thought made her shiver.

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          The drive into the centre of town had filled Lisa with dread but once out of the car she felt much, much worse! Holly had immediately grabbed her hand, drawing her off balance and started pulling her along the street. Red faced she’d found herself trying to keep up as they made their way down the busy pavement. Being a Saturday lunchtime there were people everywhere. Sly smiles, bursts of laughter and “witty” comments accompanied their route through the milling shoppers...although the comments certainly didn’t strike Lisa as witty! She wanted to run away, run away and hide, hide herself from the grinning faces but there was no escape from the numerous eyes that constantly examined her barely concealed curves.

          As they rushed along her boobs bounced uncontrollably beneath the thin blouse, the blazer gaping open with every few steps, each time treating the passing strangers to a perfect view of her erect nipples…but it was her short skirt that was causing her the most concern. With one hand firmly clasped by Holly she tried desperately to keep the hem of the skirt pulled down at the back with the other, but it wasn’t working. She blushed hotly as her almost bare bum cheeks rolled and wobbled, horribly aware that the skirt kept riding up her thighs exposing her bottom to the people around her. It was still warm from the brief spanking so she knew it would be pink and they’d see! To make matters worse Holly “told her off” continuously, the steady stream of reprimands as she was pulled along the street making her feel like a naughty child…

          “Come along young lady, you’re going to make us late!”

          “If we’re late you’ll be sorry my girl!”

          “Do you want to have your bottom smacked? Well do you?”

          “Just wait till I get you home!” After only a few minutes, and much to Lisa’s relief, they turned off the main thoroughfare and headed down an almost deserted side street. Once stood in a shop doorway Holly looked at her crimson cheeked Aunt and couldn’t stop herself convulsing with laughter.

          “Oh my God that was so funny!” She clasped her sides and giggled uncontrollably as Lisa’s face burned with embarrassment.

          It was only when Holly tapped on the glass panel of the door that they were standing in front of that Lisa became aware of their surroundings. The shop frontage had an old fashioned style, probably circa 1950’s, and obviously, from the look of the window display, specialised in women’s shoes. Made from dark stained and highly polished wood the huge door and its’ frame were dotted with large brass fittings. A sign was hanging in the window that stated, “Closed for Stocktaking”, printed in old style decorative capital letters. Lisa jumped when a boyish smiling face suddenly appeared behind the glass.

          Once they were standing inside the shop the grinning youth and Holly embraced enthusiastically for a few moments before they both turned their attention towards Lisa. Luke Holman was exactly the same age as Holly. They’d known each other for several years, having first been introduced by his sister, and found that they got on amazingly well, both having the same sense of humour and mischievous sense of fun. After one particularly long night out they’d ended up sleeping together but had immediately realised it was a mistake. Their friendship was much too important to both of them to risk, just for the sake of a quick fumble. But it had made the bond between them much more intimate and since then they’d shared the details of the relationships they’d each had, so Luke was well aware of the amazing situation that Holly was now sharing with her submissive Aunt. His cock hardened as he stared at the outrageously dressed, and obviously extremely embarrassed, woman that was standing in front of him. Holly grinned at the expression of both disbelief and excitement covering her friend’s face.

          “Told you,” she said with a sharp laugh before snapping at her Aunt.

          “Well introduce yourself girl.” Luke watched intently as the older woman’s face flushed with heat as she was forced to address him. He couldn’t stop himself sniggering.

          “H…Hello Sir,” she said timidly, “I’m Lisa, Lisa James.” The arrogant look in the boy’s twinkling eyes made Lisa tremble not only with shame but also with a horribly perturbing sense of anticipation. 

          The interior of the shop formed an L shape. Luckily for Lisa the fitting room, with its’ stools and chairs, was at right angles to the main display area, which contained the shoe racks and shelves, and was therefore hidden from the view of anyone staring through the windows from the street. It was in this fitting area that she found herself standing a few moments later, her blazer removed and her hands firmly planted on the top her head. She squirmed as the smirking teenager’s eyes travelled leisurely up and down her helpless front, stopping to study her bulging boobs and rudely stiffened nipples before dropping to carefully examine the softness of her almost totally exposed thighs. Having her hands on the top of her head meant that the hem of the short skirt was lifted indecently high and knowing that any sudden movement would allow him to see the panty-clad bulge of her pussy did nothing to alleviate her already heightened sense of anxiety. Her face continued to blush furiously.

          “Mrs H gave me a hundred and eighty. Hopefully that’ll be enough?” Holly grinned at the cruel smile that Luke gave her as she handed him the envelope. Lisa sighed. At least she now knew what the envelope had been all about. Holly was feeling incredibly exhilarated, she could hardly contain her excitement! This was the first time that she’d been in “total” control of her Aunt! She could make her do anything that she wanted! Anything! Oh God it was so cool! She looked at Lisa whose face was bright red, not surprising really, and noticed that she was shaking like a leaf. She could see that the woman’s stiff nipples were trembling as they pressed against the front of her shirt, her big boobs wobbling nervously as she tried to stand still. Luke’s face was an absolute picture. She grinned happily. This was just so cool! If she told her Aunt Luke was going to fuck her, she’d have to let him do it! Just like that! The power was amazing! She could even tell her that the boy was going to fuck her up the bum! Oh My God! It was all so surreal. Curiously she’d never really known that she possessed such a cruel streak! She gnawed excitedly at her lip as incredibly naughty sensations skittered between her legs.

          As her foot was being measured Lisa was acutely aware of what the youth could see. Having to sit with one foot raised and placed on the stool meant that she’d had to hitch the skirt up, almost to her hips, so as he sat in front of her she knew he was getting a perfect view up the insides of her thighs. Her face burned as he grinned and blatantly stared at the bulge her pussy was making in the tight translucent panties. Pushing forwards like a ripe peach, every detail of her slit and it’s lips were fully visible to his horrible twinkling eyes. And because it wasn’t possible to hide the private space between her legs she had no choice but to sit and let the shame wash over her whilst her clitoris continued to throb relentlessly. What the hell was the matter with her! Why did these terrible situations always turn her on!  She blushed as her giggling niece continued to whisper improper remarks in her ear,

          “You know what you’re showing him don’t you?”

          “I bet you’d love to feel his fingers inside your hole wouldn’t you?”

          “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, you little tart.”

          “Is your pussy all wet and sticky, well is it mmmmm?”

          The second pair of stilettos that Luke produced exactly matched the style that Mrs Henderson had described to Holly. They were shoes that any girl would have loved to own. Made from superb quality black leather they had a five inch heel and very finely tooled details. When they were slipped onto Lisa’s feet they fitted them like a glove.

          “Are they comfortable?” he asked.

          “Yes Sir,” she replied very quietly, her face burning again at the look of amusement that flickered across his face.

          “She needs to walk in them,” he said to Holly.

          “Well young lady you heard what the gentleman said!” snapped Holly, unable to stop the huge grin that spread across her face. Lisa continued to blush hotly as she was forced to parade back and forth in front of the pair of them, her boobs wobbling and swaying delightfully with every step. They sat and watched, whilst talking quietly, and both of them appeared to be enjoying themselves enormously, which only added to Lisa’s growing sense of apprehension.

          “It certainly looks like she’s got a big pair of tits!” the youth suddenly said loudly. His crude language and their sudden laughter made Lisa cringe inside.

          “Oh yes and she loves showing then to people, probably dying to get them out at this moment!” Holly giggled at the pleading look that her Aunt directed towards her.

          “Come here girl,” she said sternly. Lisa did as she was told and came and stood submissively in front of where they were sitting.

          “Would you like the gentleman to have a proper look at you?” Holly asked sweetly. Her Auntie’s bright red face and the frantic shaking of her head made the pair of them chuckle.

          “Well it doesn’t matter whether you’d like it or not, you’re going to do as you’re told. Get that blouse and skirt off and hurry up about it!” The threatening tone filled Lisa with dread...she knew she had to, had to do as she was told. Nooooooooooo! It was going to happen again, she was going to have to undress in front of this horrid boy! It was just soooo humiliating. There was a moments’ silence during which a look of pure dismay appeared on Lisa’s face and her cheeks produced an even darker red flush.

          “P…P…Please Miss,” she whispered in a pitiful voice, as she kept her eyes glued to the floor, “d…d…don’t make me.” Holly and the boy both laughed, delighting in the helpless woman’s distress. She obviously didn’t want to take her clothes off in front of them, unsurprisingly, which only added to the fun!

          “You’re already in plenty of trouble my girl,” said Holly introducing an even angrier edge to her voice, “you’ll be getting that fat arse of your dealt with later but we can give it some attention now if you’d like, I’m sure Luke here would love to give you a damn good spanking.” The threat drew a sudden anxious glance from the shaking woman and a slight gasp before she reluctantly reached for the front of the blouse.

          Unable to stop herself she started to sob, the awful shame beginning to overwhelm her as with trembling fingers she clumsily unfastened the buttons. The youth’s grinning face loomed at the edge of her vision as the flimsy blouse opened revealing her quivering globes to his interested eyes. Once out in the air her nipples immediately stiffened more, if that were possible, poking straight out as the smirking youngsters continued to watch.

          “Nice tits!” he said laughing. The skirt undid easily leaving Lisa standing in just her tiny knickers and the exquisite high heels. Before she could cover herself her niece curtly told her to place her hands on her head.

          “Let Luke have a good look at you,” she said. Grinning happily the pair talked quietly as they took it in turns to order the almost nude woman to adopt different poses. The various positions allowed them to easily examine her from every angle. Her big boobs swayed and hung down as she was made to twist and bend and stretch, the engorged tips jutting in all directions as she moved.

          “Do you want to take her knickers down?” His huge smile and affirming nod made Lisa’s face burn. Holly turned to her Auntie.

          “Well what do you say young lady?” Struggling to control her shaking and swallowing noisily as the awful shame consumed her Lisa did her best to do as she was told.

          “Would you please take my kn…kn…knickers down S…Sir!” she managed to say in a squeaky voice which made them both chuckle once again.

          Lisa felt the dreadful humiliation becoming more intense. The youth’s gentle laughter made her want to cry as he calmly leant forwards and reached out. Horribly she couldn’t stop her hips squirming as his fingers hooked into the waistband of the tiny knickers. And in doing so she, quite literally, shook her boobs in his face, her hard nipples jiggling up and down only inches from his nose. Being tight the knickers clung to her curves so the boy had to give them a more forceful tug before he could slip them all the way down her legs. Now totally naked Lisa stood in front of them with her face ablaze as they both looked with obvious interest at her hairless mound. She kept her thighs firmly pressed together in a desperate final effort at hiding her pussy from their prying eyes, she knew it was useless but there was nothing else she could do!

          “Let’s have you walking again girl.” Drowning in a sea of embarrassment Lisa forced herself to again do as she was told, taking one shaky step after another and knowing that they could see every detail of her vaginal lips as her thighs whispered gently one against the other. She could feel the tell tale wetness gathered there, threatening to ooze out at any moment! Ohhhhhhh Noooooooooooooo! Holly, but particularly Luke, had to admit that the nude woman parading up and down in front of them looked absolutely amazing. His cock throbbed as he watched the full breasts wobbling and juddering as she walked and her bum cheeks swaying saucily from side to side with every self-conscious step. Her face was beetroot red, the magnificent shoes forcing her to adopt a wonderfully provocative posture; the five inch heels making her stand almost on the tips of her toes. She was having to tilt her pelvis to maintain her balance, which in turn was causing the mound of her pussy to thrust forwards giving her smiling audience a clear view of its’ central crease and delicate labial folds. In addition the muscles in her calves, thighs and stomach were clearly defined contrasting perfectly with the soft curves of her breasts and bottom. In short she looked like any males ultimate wet dream, well Luke thought so anyway!              

                    

          “Oh dear we’re forty pounds adrift.” Holly’s simpering smile, as she spoke to the boy, made Lisa feel queasy.

          “Do you think there’s any way that we could make up the difference?” Oh God No! The shoes were two hundred and twenty and Mrs H had sent one eighty so they were short…but Holly said they were going to take them so…

          “What do you suggest girl?” Holly tersely asked her red-faced Auntie. Lisa’s pleading look only made the smile on her niece’s face grow wider.

          “Well what can you offer to make up the difference? We’re waiting!” Already overwhelmed with shame Lisa squirmed on the spot as their eyes roamed over her nakedness.

          “Sh…sh…should I su…su…suck him Miss?” It was a whisper.

          “You dirty girl! Yes I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Lisa’s face burned hotly.

          “Well you’d better ask him, we haven’t got all day!”

          Unsurprisingly the youth enthusiastically agreed to the outrageous offer but only on condition that he be allowed to examine the naked woman “fully”, as he put it, beforehand. Holly readily consented to her friends’ suggestion, on Lisa’s behalf, but couldn’t stop giggling when she once more saw the look of absolute horror on her Auntie’s incredibly red face.

          “And would you mind if I watched?” she asked the grinning boy coyly.

          “Course not,” he said with a chuckle. Holly had slept with Luke a couple of years earlier, in fact he was the “second” boy she’d ever been with, and she’d seen him naked several times since then, so there was no real awkwardness between them. Lisa watched with growing dread as the youth pulled two of the “fitting” stools towards a table that was standing against the back wall, before positioning them about a shoulder width apart.

          “Come here girl,” he said sternly. With everything shamefully on display and her boobs and bottom juddering and wobbling Lisa was made to step up onto the stools, bend over and place her hands flat on the table top.

          Holly couldn’t help grinning as she looked at her naked Auntie. Lisa was literally bent double, the position perfectly framing her “private parts” between the rudely spread cheeks of her bottom and allowing her full breasts to hang down delightfully. When Luke raised his eyebrows and treated her to an enormous smile, Holly felt of rush of guilty excitement in the space between her own legs. Lisa jerked when she felt the boy’s hands suddenly close on her pendulous boobs. He wasn’t particularly gentle, making her moan as he squeezed and moulded the soft flesh before concentrating his attention on the incredibly hard and sensitive tips. She whimpered and twisted as her nipples were pinched and pulled for several long minutes.

          “The little tart seems quite sensitive,” he said with a chuckle. Gentle laughter greeted Lisa’s obvious distress. Her face was already glowing red, the bent over position making her head spin, but when she sensed her tormentors suddenly leaning in more closely to examine her exposed pussy and bumhole she felt faint. It was just so shameful! She knew she was oozing, she’d been growing stickier from the moment they’d entered the shop and now they were looking and seeing how wet she was! Please no! The position certainly left nothing to the imagination. Luke and Holly could see every detail of the older woman’s hairless vaginal mound. It bulged rudely out, a smooth peach split perfectly in half by its’ delicate lips, lips that appeared full and swollen. But it was the shiny droplet that had slipped out from between those swollen lips that was drawing the attention of the girl and her friend.

          “Well well young lady, getting yourself all wet and excited are you?”

Lisa, as was always the case in these mind numbingly humiliating situations, wasn’t able to control her body’s reactions. She writhed with shame as she felt the tell tale trickle running down her central slit, slowly making its’ way towards her engorged clitoral knob where she knew it would gather with numerous others before dripping onto the tabletop.            

          When his hands slid up the backs of her thighs Lisa gritted her teeth and told herself that she’d stay perfectly still, not give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction, but of course it didn’t work! When the mound of her pussy was abruptly cupped on his eager palm she immediately began to pant and groan loudly. Then she was quickly lost as her slippery folds were parted and her tight tunnel penetrated by one and then several fingers. Within moments she was gurgling and rolling her hips as the wonderful sensations flowed over her rapidly goose-pimpling skin.

          “Nnnnnnngh! Oooooooooh! God! Oh Yes! Mmmmmmmmm! Aaahhhh!” she gasped, squirming in her bent over position engulfed by a flood of total shame. Knowing that Holly was watching only added to the intensity of her embarrassment. Unable to control herself she shook her head from side to side as the unbearably rude feelings throbbed through her belly. The delicious digits pumping solidly back and forth in her pussy were making her moan and jerk wantonly as the waves of her oncoming orgasm rose higher and higher. A gentle pinching of her swollen clitoris suddenly brought her to the very edge of her climax and then…it stopped! The fingers were gone!

          “Nooooooooooo! Pleeeeeeeeeeease! Nooooooooo!” Deprived of the exquisite sensations she wasn’t able to stop her bottom pumping desperately at the empty air, nor stop her hips from rolling immodestly in all directions.

          “Get down you little slut,” snapped Holly with a wicked smile on her lips.

          With her arousal threatening to spiral totally out of control Lisa clambered down from her outrageous perch. She was moaning and trembling violently and it took all of her willpower to stop her fingers from plunging into the tingling hole between her legs. She so wanted to come! So wanted to bring herself off! It would only take a few seconds, a few delightful seconds and she’d be able to come! They’d see her do it! She’d be so so ashamed, so embarrassed, but it didn’t matter! Oh God she so wanted to finger herself! SHE NEEDED TO COME! Holly and Luke watched and smiled at each other as they recognised the inner turmoil that the naked woman was battling. It was obvious that she was incredibly turned on, her pussy soaking wet, and desperately teetering on the very edge of an orgasm.

         

          Lisa didn’t think she could feel any more humiliated but as she watched the boy remove his trousers and then his boxer shorts, without any obvious visible signs of embarrassment, she bit her lip. When he sat down his erection jutted up from his lap. It looked incredibly stiff and angry, the end shiny and dark red. Even as her face burned with shame a little reassuring voice in her mind told her to be thankful that it wasn’t enormous, at least it’s just a normal sized one! Horribly, seeing the thing, made her pussy pulse and tingle excitedly. The boy’s arrogant grin and the amused look on her niece’s face made Lisa squirm with humiliation.

          “Well get on with it girl!” said Holly sharply.

          The erect penis twitched in Lisa’s mouth as she sucked and ran her tongue around its swollen head. It was hot and throbbing. She knew she had to do it properly, had to satisfy the boy, had to make him come strongly or she’d be punished. Being watched by her chuckling niece was just so demeaning but she didn’t have any choice. Her head bobbed as she slid as much of the hard flesh into her mouth as she could manage. Holly’s amused comments were making her cringe inside.

          “Well put some effort in you little tart, I know you’re enjoying this.”

          “For goodness sake, surely you know how to do it? You’ve done it plenty of times before.”

          “Do it properly girl or do you want me to spank that fat arse of yours?”

          “Is sucking that stiff cock making you wet? Mmmmmm?”

          “You’d better make sure Luke gets his moneys worth!” The girl’s laughter rang through the room. And then abruptly Lisa’s concentration became focussed on the rigid shaft that she was tonguing, almost lovingly. A sudden distinct swelling and she felt it being pressed urgently towards the back of her throat as the boy’s hands suddenly grasped the top of her head. In seconds she was swallowing the spurts of liquid excitement that her expertise had managed to elicit, before the moaning youth fell back with a huge satisfied grin on his face.

          “Bloody hell she’s good at sucking cock!” The two youngsters laughed uproariously as Lisa’s cheeks burned with shame.

          The return journey to Holly’s house proved to be a bit of a blur for Lisa. She tottered and stumbled through the streets her mind a haze of humiliating thoughts, hardly aware of the numerous faces that were staring at her, before climbing into the passenger seat of Holly’s light blue Fiat. The next thing she was really aware of was drinking a cup of tea in Holly’s kitchen and her niece chattering away as if nothing unusual had just happened. Although now back at the house and away from the risk of any further public exposure the memory of what she’d just been forced to do was still very much at the front of her mind. She could still taste the boy’s come in her mouth! The thought made her cheeks flush with heat once more. Amazingly the shame of the past hour seemed to be adding to the unwanted arousal that continued to throb in her pussy. The whole day was proving surreal…in every respect! After a second cup of tea and some remarkably normal conversation about clothes, music and what Mrs Henderson had been doing lately Lisa abruptly found herself very firmly returned to her submissive role, her tummy started to tumble nervously.

          “I’ve got some friends coming round this evening to help with your punishment,” said Holly happily.

          “Jean thought it would as a good idea to have a few witnesses as it seems that it makes you more attentive if you’re spanked or strapped in front of other people!” Lisa’s horrified stare made her young niece giggle.

          “It’s more beneficial for you apparently but before then I’ve got a few things for you to do.”

          The first of those things proved to be a full hour of licking and teasing her niece’s pussy and bottom hole with her tongue.

          “That’s it girl, get it well in, oooooooh yes, mmmmmm.” Holly squeezed her bottom firmly onto the older womans’ face as the wonderfully naughty penetration of her rear opening continued. She was going to come again in a minute!  It had only really struck Holly that her Auntie was her personal plaything whilst she’d been parading around fully bared in Luke’s parents shop. She really was in total control of her Auntie for the day! She could make her do literally anything! A real life plaything that she could use entirely for her own amusement! Lisa was naked, kneeling at the side of the bed with her face pushed fully into the space between her niece’s widely opened buttocks. She was gently teasing Holly’s swollen clitoris with her fingers whilst her tongue was pushing and twisting deep inside the squirming girl’s anal tunnel. Holly had already come several times before she’d turned over onto her front and ordered Lisa to “lick inside her bum” and to “do it properly”! She suddenly came urgently, a tiny squirt of fluid hitting Lisa’s neck as the nude eighteen year old squealed and clamped her bum cheeks tightly onto her Auntie’s hot and sweaty face.

          The vest that Holly had given her was tiny and very tight and unlike her niece, who had on a pair of shorts, Lisa was naked from the waist down. Her toes curled on the cold quarry tiles as she stood in the kitchen with the grinning girl. She felt horribly exposed, her hands resting self consciously in front of her hairless pubic mound. The little vest stopped at the level of her belly button and she knew that between her thighs her lips were swollen and easily visible, as was the engorged knob of her clitoris. Licking Holly’s pussy and bumhole had caused her own vagina to tingle and grow increasingly wet and sticky and each time the girl had come she’d felt herself throb with need. Again she so wanted to come, so wanted to touch herself, just for a few moments!         

          “You can cut the lawn to start with,” said the teenager, as she made a jug of orange squash, “and then we’ll see what else, that big bottom of yours looks as though it could do with some exercise.” It was mid afternoon but the sun was still high in the sky and it was beautifully warm in the sheltered back garden.

          “Oh please Miss don’t make me go outside like this, can’t I borrow a skirt or something? Please.” Holly smiled at the pleading tone in her Aunt’s voice and looked at the generous breasts bulging in the cotton vest. She couldn’t resist reaching out and pinching each of the jutting nipples in turn, making Lisa squeal with discomfort.

          “Certainly not! It’s a beautiful day and much healthier for you to get some air to that fat pussy of yours, and besides you enjoy showing yourself off, you like it when people see all you’ve got don’t you?” Holly giggled as her obviously very unhappy Auntie followed her reluctantly out of the back door and onto the patio. Lisa looked worriedly down the garden. It was quite large with a tall fence running along each side and a thick shrubbery at the bottom. Her niece put the tray down on a small metal table next to a pair of sunglasses and a magazine before turning towards a small garden shed.

         

          Her face a mask of embarrassment Lisa walked slowly behind the noisy petrol mower glancing worriedly from one fence to the other. Horribly aware that her bum cheeks were rolling saucily from side to side with every step she dreaded to think what her bottom must look like when she had to turn the mower at the end of each row. Holly watched her half naked Auntie as she sipped her juice noting how her heavy breasts swung and jiggled, even though there were contained within the little vest, their hard tips pointing in all directions as she struggled to keep the lawnmower in a perfectly straight line. And the view she was offering to any interested spectator of her bare bum and the secrets nestling between her buttocks, that she was trying desperately to hide, was provocative to say the least! And speaking of interested spectators…Holly grinned as she heard a familiar voice calling to her. 

          “Hello Mr Tompkins,” she said turning towards the grey haired old man who was looking over the top of the fence with an enormous grin on his red face.

          Brigadier George “Howitzer” Tompkins had retired from the army eight years previously, at sixty two, basically because they wouldn’t allow him to stay on any longer. Only two years later his wife had died unexpectedly but since then he’d kept himself “fighting fit”, as he liked to describe it, and considered himself rather a lady’s man. He’d had a succession of female friends over the years, and still did. Holly was used to him chatting over the fence and if he was going to the supermarket he usually called round to see if she needed anything, and she happily returned the favour. Many times she and her friends had been sunbathing when he’d “popped in” but they weren’t offended by his lascivious stares or his twinkling eyes, he was a man after all and who could blame him!

          “By jove Holly! Who’s that?” he asked, his mouth slightly agape, as he stared at the bare bottom that was wobbling suggestively from side to side as its owner walked slowly towards the bottom of the garden. Just as she’d expected old George Tompkins couldn’t resist taking a look over the fence when he’d heard the mower going, no doubt hoping to catch her in her bikini. Well today he’d caught something a bit ruder than he’d been expecting!

          “That’s Lisa, my Aunt. But she’s being punished, that’s why she’s got a bare bum!” His amazed expression made her laugh.

          “Do you want to come round and meet her?” By the time Lisa followed the mower back up the lawn Holly was still sat reading her magazine, but when she turned at the end of the next row she was horrified to see an old man sitting next to her niece. Both of them had huge smiles on their faces. She cringed inside, her blood beginning to pound loudly in her ears and her cheeks starting to burn hotly as she walked unhappily towards the house. As she got closer Holly waved, indicating that she should turn the mower off and come and meet their visitor. The handle of the thing offered little “cover” but when she stepped out from behind it and walked the last few yards towards them she felt horribly “bare”. Holding her hands in front of her pussy was the only thing that she could do. 

          “This is Mr Tompkins, my neighbour. You’re going round to do some weeding for him once you’ve finished the lawn. Now introduce yourself and for goodness sake take your hands away and stand up properly!” Lisa’s face glowed as she did as she was told, immediately aware that the old man’s glittering eyes had left her boobs and dropped to stare at her now embarrassingly exposed, and clean shaven, vagina. She held her hand out to him.

          “H…Hello Sir,” she said quietly.

          “Hello young lady,” he said shaking her hand, his face pink with excitement, “I understand you’ve been a naughty girl.”

          Holly and her elderly neighbour sat and watched as Lisa completed the mowing and then, with the old man’s hand resting humiliatingly on her bottom, she was led her out of the side gate and across his driveway, where she stared worriedly in every direction, and into the neighbouring garden. He had to have her back by seven because Holly’s friends were arriving at eight, and she wanted Lisa showered and dressed by then. It gave the horrid pensioner just over an hour and a half to do whatever he wished, but Lisa knew she had to be good, had to do exactly as she was told or she’d regret it. In some ways Mr Tompkins was similar to Mrs Henderson’s neighbour, just a bit older, but she hoped upon hope that he wouldn’t make her do the things that Mr Blake did!

          “Well well, a little girl who likes to show her private parts to anyone who wants to look,” he said teasingly, as she stood in front of him while he sat in an armchair and stared at her.

          “What am I going to do with you?” Lisa was already flushed from the mowing but her face quickly grew hotter as his eyes ran unhurriedly over her front. She kept her hands at her sides knowing that he’d be angry if she tried to cover herself, but at the same time she kept her legs pressed tightly together. She couldn’t help trying to hide her pussy, being bare from the waist down was just so embarrassing!  Her boobs were jutting out of the cotton vest and her nipples felt really hard and tingly but she knew it was her hairless mound that he was staring at.   

          “Holly’s told me what you’ve been up to young lady and tonight you’re going to get punished for your disgraceful behaviour, going to have your bottom spanked with some of her friends watching!” His cruel laughter made Lisa squirm.

          “I bet you can’t wait eh?” The look of worry on her very flushed face and her obvious reluctance to meet his gaze made him chuckle wickedly.

          “Maybe they’ll each take a turn with you?”

          It was a tiny vest but it was the only piece of covering that she had, so she felt it keenly when he instructed her to remove it. As she pulled it off over her head her boobs wobbled into view presenting her new “Master” with a delightful picture of her fully exposed charms. He licked his lips as her face bloomed with heat once more, her flint-like nipples sticking straight out in front of her.

          “Hands on your head!” he suddenly barked, making her jump.

          “And get your legs apart, nice and wide! I want to have a good look at that pussy of yours.” His mocking laughter made her blush. Trembling visibly she did as she was told, revealing everything to the smiling old man as her face burned dark red. It literally felt as though she was standing under a shower as the excruciating shame poured over her, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Now she knew his beady eyes were examining not only her painfully hard nipples but also her swollen vulval folds that were humiliatingly on show between the tops of her thighs. And worse still she knew that her slit was wet and sticky! In contrast she found her mouth almost completely dry as she tried unsuccessfully to swallow.

          “Turn around.” Consumed with embarrassment she did as he directed, and did it immediately, as his authoritarian tone stirred her submissiveness. He took his time gazing at the wonderfully rounded buttocks. She really was delightfully proportioned! The things he could do to a bottom like that, given the chance! What a pity he couldn’t treat her to a damned good thrashing. But he’d reassured Holly that he’d not mark her Auntie’s rear cheeks himself. He could understand that the young girl was planning to discipline the woman herself later that night…but it was a pity all the same. 

          “Bend over girl, right over, legs wider than that! Come on I know you’re dying to, you little show-off!” As she did as she was told, adopting the bent over position and opening her legs fully, Lisa was horrified to feel the lips of her pussy slipping apart.

          “Oh my goodness,” George Tompkins immediately commented, “you’re dripping, absolutely soaking by the look of it!” Unable to contain a moan of shame she looked back between her spread thighs and saw not only the horrid old man’s glittering eyes but also, more worryingly, a very noticeable bulge in the front of his trousers.

          For the next half an hour the smiling ex-military man followed the nude and completely mortified woman around his garden as she was forced to bend and pick the weeds that he pointed out to her, before carefully placing them in a bucket by her side. Sometimes she had to kneel or crouch down to extricate a particularly tough dock or dandelion root, the effort of pulling it up causing her breasts to swing and judder wildly. And each time she was acutely aware of the horribly revealing view that she was presenting to her chuckling tormentor. Throughout she could feel his eyes slowly examining every detail of her exposed pussy, horribly she could feel herself gaping open each time she had to kneel down, and even more embarrassingly she knew that he was seeing her private rear hole. To make it even more excruciating he continually teased her with a steady stream of outrageously intimate questions; questions that besides making her face burn hotly also made her gasp with shame, which seemed to amuse him enormously, if his laughter was anything to go by.

          “You’ve certainly got a big bum my girl, I bet you like having it touched up eh?”

          “Is your vagina getting hot and sticky, it looks it! Would you like to stop and play with yourself for a minute?”

          “Did you like it when that boy put his fingers in your holes…mmmmm? Did you come in front of him?” Those and his other asides, concerning her stiff nipples and the way that her “big boobs swung about” were sending Lisa’s humiliation levels spiralling out of control. She felt so so ashamed, but there was absolutely nothing she could do about it! At least it would soon be over and she could go back to Holly’s, but that thought offered little comfort…

          “I keep getting a good look at your bottomhole you know. It looks nice and tight…but I’ll find out for myself in a minute!” The dreadful insinuation, of what he was intending to do, made Lisa shiver all over.  

    

          “One! Two! One! Two! One! Two!” barked the ex-brigadier as he began to put his new, and very red-faced, “recruit” through her paces. She’d only just finished washing her hands and face at his kitchen sink a few moments earlier.

          “And lift your feet up properly girl!” Back in the old man’s living room Lisa was being forced to march on the spot, her boobs bouncing and jiggling in all directions. She’d only been at it for a few minutes but already they were feeling really uncomfortable. Her hands came up and gently cupped the aching globes. 

          “Please, please Sir may I stop? They’re really hurting!” His cruel smile and glittering eyes revealed not the slightest shred of compassion.

          “Take your hands away!” His curt reply was accompanied by a stinging rap from the short swagger stick that he’d been cradling beneath his left arm. It had flicked out so quickly that Lisa hadn’t actually seen it until she felt the painful impact on her knuckles.

          “OwOwOw!” she exclaimed.

          “In fact get your hands behind your back and keep them there.” He kept her marching for another ten minutes during which time he held the stick beneath each of her bouncing breasts in turn, occasionally tapping it sharply against one of the engorged tips. Lisa’s gasps filled the room as the tingling blows became more frequent. Each stinging impact producing a little cry of anguish immediately followed by a definite shaking of her shoulders as she tried to ease the pain throbbing in the swollen points. By the time he ordered her to stop her abused nipples were horribly sore and painfully stiff. Suddenly she screamed and began writhing on the spot as he cruelly pinched and squeezed the acutely tender buds, rolling and flattening them between his finger-tips as she struggled to keep her hands firmly clasped together behind her back. Her pleading for him to stop simply made him chuckle.

          “You certainly seem a bit more responsive now my girl,” he said with a grin, as he calmly unzipped his fly. To Lisa’s horror his erect penis sprang into view. It looked horribly thick and knobbly, the end dark purple and hugely bloated. She couldn’t stop herself shivering with disgust when it nudged her stomach before leaving a slimy trail as it slid across her thigh. And then she found herself screwing her eyes tightly shut and moaning helplessly as he leant forwards and took one of her very swollen nipples into his mouth. The engorged conical projection was sucked and nipped sharply for several long minutes before he moved onto its twin. Once he’d finished suckling on the acutely sensitive points they were left sticking rudely straight out, bobbing gently in front of her. Caught by the late afternoon light they, and their dark pink areolae, glistened as the saliva coating them gradually began to dry. To add to her absolute shame she was appalled to feel her clitoris pulsing excitedly, a tiny stiff beacon that refused to be ignored. It’s function to apparently reveal her arousal even whilst experiencing the most degrading humiliations imaginable! Her head was spinning…Oh God! What was the matter with her!  

          Lisa groaned and sobbed with embarrassment as the old man ran his hands unhurriedly over her curves. He’d already sated his curiosity regarding her wonderfully firm globes, with their hard tips, that were now hanging down and resting heavily against his cushions. He’d made the girl lean forwards over the front of his settee, her shoulders resting on its back and her hands tied together, with a strip of cloth, behind her. After first kneeling on the edge of its seat she’d been compelled to open her legs as wide as she was able, urged on until the muscles in her inner thighs were straining with the effort. Then he’d tied her widespread ankles to the things front legs. Now she was shaking uncontrollably, all of her muscles complaining, stretched as they were to their very limits. George Tompkins licked his lips as the young woman wriggled and moaned with shame as his fingers slid more deeply into the very wet and slippery hole beneath her belly. The delicate labial folds formed a tight pink circle as he pumped his hand roughly back and forth, their owner whimpering and her bottom cheeks clenching and rolling wantonly as the shameful explorations continued. When he pulled his fingers out they were shining with her secretions. Carefully he turned his hand to the side and looked at his watch. He didn’t have long so it was now or never! As he strode around to the back of his sofa Lisa’s eyes were instantly glued to the hard cock that was jutting out in front of him.

          “I suggest you make it nice and slippery or you’ll be sorry,” he said with a snort. Several times the stiff shaft hit the back of her throat and she gagged but nevertheless she desperately tongued and sucked and lathered it, as best she could, with her spit.

          The outraged moans and whines that the powerless woman produced when he slid a fingertip into her tight anal entrance made George Tompkins pause, and think about his own rear entry…so he went and closed the back door, a grin on his face in appreciation of his own joke. Wouldn’t want to upset the neighbours, he thought, chuckling to himself. Lisa sobbed brokenly overwhelmed by the awful shame that was consuming her. The dreadful fingers were delving into her most private of places. It was the place that she hated having touched, the place that she hated having to show to people so inevitably it was the one place that Mrs Henderson always drew their guests attention to, her playthings most sensitive area! As the tip of that first finger had been inserted, and then its’ length pushed slowly all the way into her bottomhole she’d thought she was going to pass out! It was so so shameful and so so dirty!  But then he’d pushed more than one inside, right inside, deep inside, and stretched her poor bum and made her squeal and clench her cheeks together as his disgusting explorations continued…but it was nothing compared to what was happening now! Lisa’s eyes bulged and her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she felt something much bigger pressing against her most personal of openings.

          It took a surprising amount of effort for George Tompkins to get the end of his gnarly old cock into the wriggling backside. But he’d pushed hard, really hard and suddenly the resistance had evaporated and he’d grunted with pleasure as the girl sobbed and moaned with shame. Bet the little bitch felt that he thought, a huge grin covering his face as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. Pity he couldn’t have warmed her up properly before sticking it up her…he’d have loved to put his belt across her arse first, but you can’t have everything! Lisa gurgled wretchedly as she felt the head of the horrid old mans erection forcing her tiny hole open. And then she squealed, her head falling forwards, as the terrible sensation of being penetrated anally radiated through her body. Once that initial portal was breached George found the going much easier. Lisa moaned and gritted her teeth as the hard rod slowly pushed deeper, gradually and painfully stretching the tight elastic tunnel as it went.

          “Oh God! Aaaaaaah!” she cried as he suddenly rammed himself all the way in, his balls slapping loudly between her open legs.

          “Nnnnnnnnnnn! No please Sir! Please! Please stop! Please Sir!” she gasped, her buttocks clenching and squirming beneath him as his rigid penis began to pump relentlessly back and forth. But of course he had not the slightest intention of stopping.

          “Can you feel it you little tart?” he said teasingly, as he pulled himself almost totally out of the trembling bottom. It was gripping his cock delightfully, the tiny entrance forming a taut, and perfect, pink circle around his shaft. She was certainly wonderfully snug! Lisa began to babble incoherently as her tormentor continued to piston himself slowly in and out. Her cry of distress as he reached the fullest depth of each stroke was music to his ears, whilst her pleadings for him to stop only made him throb and grow even harder.

          George Tompkins hadn’t had a submissive little “thing” to play with for several years so he was determined to enjoy this present opportunity to the absolute maximum. One should never look a gift horse in the mouth, as he was fond of saying. He’d always had a fair degree of control over his sexual performance, something he’d always been quite proud of, and had never suffered a premature ejaculation in his life. That together with the thickness of his penis, it wasn’t particularly long, meant that his partners over the years had always found themselves more than satisfied by the time he’d finished, so to speak! So unbeknownst to Lisa the next half an hour was going to prove rather memorable…in her mind she was thinking that he’d only last for a few minutes before he came, she knew her bottom was really tight, to her shame it had been described as exactly that several times in the past, and then it would all be over…but that isn’t what transpired! In fact it turned into one of the longest half hours of her life.

          After five minutes her moans and cries and gasps had fused to become a steady stream of desperate sounds. Each time the thick cock sank all the way into her bottom she felt completely stretched and plugged, as fully as she could ever have imagined, and every time the horrible old man pulled himself out she felt her bumhole gripping him really hard. It was the last thing she wanted to do but she didn’t have the slightest control over her reactions. She couldn’t stop her hips rolling, nor her bum cheeks clenching, as the terrible thrusting continued and even more horribly her clitoris was throbbing and tingling, the acute shame combining with the awful sensations to stimulate her sexually.   

          “Ooooooooooooooooh! Nnnnnnnnnnghhhh!” she squealed as the hard shaft delved into the depths of her bowels. It felt as though the relentless penetrations were gradually going deeper and deeper inside her, like she was being speared by some hideous weapon. Her teeth began to chatter and she whimpered piteously.

          “You’re nice and tight young lady,” he chuckled, as he plunged forwards drawing a high pitched whinny from the writhing girl. It seemed to go on and on and on. Lisa cried, and gurgled, and pleaded and begged and sobbed but it didn’t make the slightest difference, he didn’t stop. It seemed like time had stood still, her world becoming a miasma of embarrassment, discomfort and guilty arousal but then thankfully she heard the old man grunt. Unbelievably she could feel the stiff shaft that was filling her poor abused bottom growing harder and then the urgency of its’ owners thrusts suddenly increased. George Tompkins threw his head back and bellowed his enjoyment as his cock jerked and spurted in the incredibly hot and narrow tunnel.

          “Yyyyyyyessssssss!” he yelled as he filled Lisa’s rear hole with gouts of creamy excitement.

          Lisa stood on wobbly legs in front of her smiling niece wearing her little vest and nothing else. Her face was scarlet and she was feeling incredibly light headed. There was gooey fluid seeping from her bumhole and even more disgustingly she could taste Mr Tompkins’ come in her mouth. The final indignity that she’d been forced to endure, before he’d brought her back to Holly’s, was having to lick his rapidly shrinking penis clean. She’d gagged several times but like a good girl she’d managed to do as she was told. Now the very private entrance to her rectal tunnel felt horribly big and stretched and open and she felt extremely ashamed, but all she wanted at this moment was a hot shower and to clean her teeth!

          “Did she do as she was told? Did she behave herself?” asked the smirking teenager. George Tompkins’ beaming smile provided the answer.

          “Yes,” he said, “she did seem quite shy to begin with, but we soon got to the bottom of things, didn’t we young lady?” Their laughter was still ringing in Lisa’s ears as she wearily climbed the stairs. At least she could take a lovely warm shower before the “party”…but goodness knows what was going to happen once Holly’s guests had arrived. The thought made her bum cheeks clench nervously but at the same time her hard clitoral knob began to tingle…

YNHumiliator March 2011 

The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : Forced to please

Chapter 3: A shameful party piece 

                 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          “Well get in!” Holly snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          “Yes Miss,” was the quiet reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          “Oh for goodness sake!” she said angrily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          “Stand up girl!” snapped Holly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          “Nnnnnnnnnngh! Aaaaaaaah!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          “And this is Holly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

         

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          “Smack!”

          “Owwwwwww! Please Miss!”

          “Smack!”

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

          “Smack!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          “SHUT UP GIRL!” shouted Mrs Henderson angrily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

YNHumiliator December 2011