Punished by Parents in Law. Part One

My name is Kym. I am 29 years of age, and have been married to Michael for 3 years. I am a slut, and I am in deep trouble with my parents-in-law. I deserve sympathy but I do not seem to be getting any.

My troubles started nearly six months ago when Michael was away on a business trip. My friend Colleen invited me out to a local bar for drinks. I am not normally much of a drinker but on this night I did let my hair down. I am ashamed to say it but I was drunk.

I knew it was time I went home so decided to go to the toilet, and then round up my friend Colleen who was dancing with some dude on the dance floor. I literally staggered to the toilet, feeling decidedly unwell. On my return, I attempted to locate Colleen. My head was swimming and I felt nauseas.

Two young guys in their early twenties came up to me and started making suggestive remarks. I attempted to push pass them but was unsteady on my feet and instead tripped into the arms of one of the guys. Before I knew it they had ushered me out the side door to the alley. I protested and tried to push away but was no match for them in my inebriated state.

I started to really panic as I realised I was in big trouble. I started to cry. Suddenly there was a big booming voice behind me, which I recognised despite my fear and drunkenness.

The two guys stood their ground for a moment, but then their bravado evaporated and the dirty rats decided to scupper. I turned towards the direction of my saviour and fell into his arms. I looked up into the eyes of Michael's father, Ben. My father-in-law is a big bear of a man, in very good physical condition for his 55 years. Ben hugged me close and I cried uncontrollably on his shoulder.

I was vaguely aware of being led back through the crowded bar, out the main door onto the street. I remember being placed into a car but that was my last memory of the night.

When I awoke the next morning I hesitantly opened my eyes. Not surprisingly my head throbbed. I was not in my own room, and was momentarily panicked as I tried to piece together the events of the last evening. Then I remembered Ben coming to the aid of his drunken daughter-in-law. I looked closer at my surroundings and realised I was in the spare bedroom of the home of my parents-in-law Ben and Jane.

Then I noticed the bedside clock. It was 11.45a.m. I had slept the morning away. To make matters worse it was Friday morning, and I was due at work at 8.30a.m. I buried my head in my pillow and groaned.

‘What an idiot', I silently chastised myself, ‘What a bloody stupid, stupid idiot'. I was so embarrassed about having to confront my parents in law. What must they think of me? Drunk in a bar and allowing myself to be placed in a position whereby I could have been raped, but for the timely intervention of Ben. Again I groaned at the pain and humiliation.

I hauled myself upright and sat on the edge of the bed. For the first time I realised I was naked except for my bra and panties. Someone had obviously undressed me and put me to bed. I blushed with the shame.

There was a dressing gown hung over the end of the bed, so I put it on and shuffled to the door. Sheepishly I opened it and peeped around into the hallway. All was quiet. I took a deep breath, lifted my head off my chest, reassured myself all would be well, and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

Jane was busy baking, which she is apt to do. Whenever she visits Michael and I she always comes loaded with a welcome array of cookies and cake.

Jane looked up when she noticed me standing in the doorway, “Well look what the cat dragged in. Feeling better I trust?”

“Jane, I am soooo sorry about last night. I don't know what you must think of me. It was so out of character of me to drink so much alcohol.”

Jane raised her hand to stop me in the middle of my attempt at redemption.

“Kym, we are ashamed at your behaviour”, Jane's words were blunt and cut through me like an emotional knife, “ But more important is you have let down Michael. What will he think of his wife's behaviour?”

At these words my emotions boiled over and tears began rolling down her cheeks. I was deeply ashamed, and somehow words of explanation seemed empty, probably as I knew there was no way I could put a positive spin on my behaviour.

There seemed like an eternal silence between the two of us. Jane glaring at me with contempt, and me with tears flowing, feeling every bit like a recalcitrant child.

Finally Jane spoke, “I want you to go and have a shower, clean yourself up, then come down here so we can deal with this matter properly.”

I was not sure what she was meaning but was so humiliated by the situation that I jumped at the chance to flee the cutting words of my mother-in-law.

As I was half way up the stairs Jane added, “And Kym, I want you only wearing the dressing gown, nothing else.”

“Yes Ma'am”, was all I could say. My hungover brain tried to make sense of Jane's request but frankly I was too emotionally contrite to deal with it. But the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

Tears were still welling up in my eyes as I showered. I kept shaking my head, trying to comprehend my own stupidity. Once showered and dried I certainly felt better physically. And emotionally I had resolved to do whatever it took to deal with this matter in the eyes of my parents in law. I deeply loved Michael, and knew I had let him down badly. Plus I had the greatest respect for Jane and Ben. They had been great to me, and had welcomed me with open arms as a daughter in law.

I pulled on the dressing gown, took a deep breath, then bravely set off on the long journey down the stairs to the kitchen. Jane was not there, and I felt a brief moment of relief. Perhaps she has taken pity on me and felt I have been humiliated enough. However my heart sunk when I peeped around the corner into the lounge. Jane was sitting there reading a magazine. She did not look up or acknowledge me in any way.

Gingerly I walked over until I was standing in front of her. My eyes were focused on her feet, as I was sure I would begin crying again if I looked her in the eye.

After what seemed an eternity Jane put down her magazine. “Kym, I am not going to give you a long lecture, as I know you fully understand how disgraceful your conduct has been.” I whimpered, but doggedly held back the tears. “I am going to deal with this matter now, and if you accept your punishment, the matter will be closed and nothing will be said to Michael. Is this what you want?”

Frankly I did not know what I wanted, or what I was agreeing to. But one thing I did know was that I did not want Michael to know about my disgraceful behaviour. I knew he would be gutted.

“Yes Jane”, I whimpered, hardly recognising my own voice

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to deal with the matter know.” Somehow I could not bring myself to mention the word ‘punishment'. Anyway, I was sure when she was speaking figuratively when using the term ‘punishment'. I am an adult. Adults don't get punished. Certainly not by their mother in law.

“Take off the dressing gown”.

“Oh my god”, was all I could utter.

“Now girl!”, Jane commanded with such authority it startled me and my mouth dropped open. I needed to say something. Anything. But no appropriate words would spring to mind. My mind was blank, but somehow my body cranked into life. Almost mechanically my arms untied the cord of the dressing gown and it fell open. I was just so aware of being exposed, and I felt my face flush.

I looked into Jane's eyes, and clearly she was waiting for me to complete the task she had asked of me. With great reticence I pulled the robe from my shoulders and it fell to the floor in a heap around my feet. I was totally naked. More naked than I had felt in my entire life.

Jane's eyes burned into me as she scanned my body up and down. Belatedly I moved my hands to cover my most private parts.

“Don't!” Jane commanded.

I felt degraded, and a fool. I did not know how to act. What was happening to me?

I was then aware that Jane's eyes were fixated on my pubic area. Oh no. I suddenly remembered two weeks ago I had shaved off my pubic hair as a surprise for Michael.

He had been excited by it and felt it made me look sexy. Right now I felt anything but sexy. What would Jane think of me? I felt like a slut.

“Dear oh dear”, Jane muttered as her head moved from side to side in a disapproving manner. I wished the floor would open up and swallow me.

I almost felt relieved when she reached out and grabbed my forearm, pulling me unceremoniously over her lap. But then my mind caught up with events and I realised to my horror and shame I was about to be spanked. I tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was a low gasp.

I waited for the inevitable. Aware that my bottom was perched high on her lap. I briefly shuddered in horror at the thought that she could probably see my pubic region peeking through. I clenched my buttocks in an attempt to retain some decorum of modesty.

Then without warning the first spank connected with my left buttock. I cried out like a baby. The spanking continued in a steady rain of hand spanks, alternating between each buttock

“Please stop”, I wailed, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!” My tears flowed freely. My bottom was burning, and I was sure it would be glowing red. I tried to squirm but Jane's arm held me firmly in place.

Finally the spanking stopped, but I continued to lay over Jane's knee like a limp rag. Eventually I found the strength to pull myself to my feet. My hands reached behind to my buttocks. They were warm and tender.

“Go and stand in the corner” Jane's finger pointing to a corner of the lounge. I was aware I would have to walk past an open window to get to the corner. My eyes looked at Jane pleadingly, but she continued to point. With great reluctance I dragged my feet towards the corner, quickening my pace as I passed the open window. I didn't dare to look out in case I saw to my horror that someone had noticed me, naked as the day I was born. I felt like a child as I placed my nose in the corner, hands still caressing my tender backside.

“I should leave you there like that until Ben gets home from work”, Jane scolded. I audibly groaned. “But I don't want you getting in my way all afternoon.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Being naked and spanked by my mother in law had been a humiliating experience almost beyond belief, but to be seen naked by my father in law would be a humiliation I could not bare

“However”, Jane continued, “I want to see you back here sharply at 6.30pm for dinner, followed by a chat.”

“Yes, ma'am,” I responded submissively.

“You and I may have settled this matter, but you still need to put matters right with Ben”.

Jane's bottom lip quivered.

Punished by Parents in Law Part Two

After informing me I had to return at 6.30p.m. for dinner and a ‘chat', Jane made me remain naked in the corner for an agonising 20 minutes before dismissing me curtly.

“We will see you at 6.30 p.m. sharp.” It was a command, not a question.

“I will be here Jane”, was my subservient response.

“Under the current circumstances, I think I prefer it when you call me ‘Ma'am'.

“Yes Ma'am”. Could the humiliation get any worse? It was probably just as well that I was totally naive as to how much worse matters were going to get for me.

I picked up the dressing gown, placed it over my shoulders and beat a hasty retreat to the guest bedroom. During my corner time Jane had made my bed and neatly laid my clothes on a chair. I quickly dressed and disappeared down the stairs and out of the front door. I was too embarrassed to face my mother in law again at the moment. Once outside I realised I had no means of transport. Pride would not allow me to re-enter the house to ask for a ride home, so I set off on the 30 minute walk despite wearing my high heels from last night.

Once home I lay down on my own bed and tried to take in the events of the past few hours. What had just happened to me? Why did I submit? A 29-year-old woman does not get put over the knee of her mother in law and get spanked. Yet that was just what had happened to me. It was all too much for my brain to absorb, still fuzzy from my previous nights over-indulgence. I closed my eyes to block out the thoughts and emotions swirling around in my mind.

Slowly I re-opened my eyes, and realised I had fallen asleep. I glanced at my bedside clock. 6.20 p.m. What!!! I rechecked on my wristwatch. 6.20 p.m. No! No! No! How could life be so cruel? Hastily I threw on a change of clothes and combed my hair. No time for make-up. 6.30 p.m. Where are those damn car keys. Fortunately we had taken Colleen's car last night so mine was parked in the garage.

As I backed down my driveway I glanced at my watch. It was already after 6.40 p.m. and I still had to drive the 7 or 8 minutes to my parents in law's home. I berated myself continuously on the drive over, cursing my ineptitude. I could see any small respect that Jane and Ben may still have for me flying out the window. Add tardiness to my list of sins. My self-esteem was at an all-time low.

Once at their home I dashed up to the front door and rung the bell.

No response. I waited. Rang the doorbell again. Still no response. I could hear movement inside the house.

‘Please answer', I silently begged to myself.

Finally the front door swung open, and there stood Jane, clearly far from happy.

“I am sooo sorry”, I found myself pleading, not for the first time. “I fell asleep and did not wake until…..”

“Come inside”, Jane cut me off mid sentence, “Your dinner is already on the table getting cold. We have started without you.”

A part of me wanted to run away and hide in embarrassment. But I knew for the sake of my marriage to Michael I had to continue on and face the music.

I followed Jane into the dining room where Ben was seated, silently eating. Normally Ben would always greet me with a welcoming hug and a huge smile. But not today.

He glanced up, acknowledged me with a brief greeting, then returned to the task of eating his meal.

In silence I seated myself and begun picking at my meal. Somehow I had lost my appetite. I felt I needed to say something. Perhaps if I showed Ben my sincere gratitude for saving me last night he would warm to my presence.

“Ben, I cannot thank you enough for coming to my rescue last night. You are the greatest father in law a girl could wish for. I cannot thank you enough.” Somehow my words seemed insincere and empty, despite my genuine gratitude.

Ben looked up at me with sad eyes. “I was hurt by your behaviour”.

Despite myself I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Yet again I reflected on how badly I had let everybody down. Nothing I could say would change matters, so I returned to picking at my meal.

Finally Jane spoke. “Kym. Ben and I have discussed the situation. We genuinely believe you have the potential to mature into a fine wife for our son. As your parents in law we are going to ensure you fulfil that potential, no matter what it takes.”

“Thank you Ma'am”, was all I could bring myself to say.

“Clearly words are not going to have the necessary impact. You will be punished like a child until we feel you have matured into the young lady we desire.”

“Yes Ma'am”

“We will be the sole judge of when you need to be punished, and what form that punish will take. If you co-operate fully we will keep all matters between the 3 of us. If you fail to co-operate we will inform our son of your behaviour, even though I know it will break his heart. Do you understand?”

“I think so Ma'am”

“Do you understand!!” Jane barked with such ferocity that I jumped in my chair.

“Yes Ma'am”

Silence followed.

“May I ask a question Ma'am”? I sounded like a contrite child.

“Yes”, Jane responded without warmth.

“I understand that you may punish me if I ever misbehave, but please tell me that Ben will not be present. I swear I will die with shame.”

“My darling daughter in law”, Jane responded with the hint of a smirk, “Shame is an important part of the punishment. We intend to shame you out of your poor behaviour. Ben will indeed be present. In fact he will administer the punish you are going to receive tonight.”

“Tonight.” I responded in horror. “But you have already punished me severely.”

“Darling, I have dealt with you for your behaviour last night. But Ben needs to seek forgiveness. And then there is the none-to-small matter of you arriving late for dinner despite my request for you to be here at 6.30p.m sharp. What if Michael had been having an important dinner engagement.” I sensed Jane was almost enjoying the situation as I squirmed shamefully in my chair.

I looked to Ben pleadingly. He had said little to date, and I hoped this meant he was reluctantly involved in this whole crazy thing.

“Ben, I have really, really suffered. I know I have done wrong, and I promise I will not disappoint you in the future. Please do not go through with this. I do not deserve to be humiliated or punished further than I already have.” Tears rolled down my cheeks as I struggled to maintain my composure, and what was left of my dignity.

“Kym,” Ben spoke softly but firmly while looking me directly in the eye, “We want you to go into the lounge, undress so that you are totally naked, and stand in the corner you are now familiar with until we are ready to administer your punishment.”

My jaw dropped in utter horror. “Ben, Jane, please,” I pleaded tearfully, “Do not make me do this.”

“Kym, Kym, Kym,” Ben responded, “You have a choice. It is our way, or deal with Michael directly. Perhaps, on second thoughts, we are being foolish to try and deal with this matter ourselves. You are our son's wife, and he should rightfully sort out matters affecting his marriage.”

My resistance evaporated in an instance. I quickly went into the lounge, but just stood there foolishly, feeling my heart beating rapidly. I cannot do this. I just cannot do this. But even as my mind was screaming these words out to me, my hands were unbuttoning my blouse. I then noticed that one of the window blinds was still open so quietly went to it and began closing it. I tried to do it noiselessly but somehow my parents in law heard me.

“If you try to close that blind you will receive a double dose of punishment”, Ben's voice boomed out.

Quickly I reopened the blind and walked to the corner of the room where I had stood naked for my mother in law after receiving a severe spanking. Huddling close to the corner so that I could not be seen from anyone passing the window I removed my clothing. Humiliation building with the removal of each item of clothing. My face was flushed with shame, and my body shook with the dread of what was to come. I could not believe I would have to stand naked in front of my father in law. And with my pubic hair shaved off so that my nether lips would be in clear view. I hung my head against the wall and quietly sobbed.

I could hear Jane and Ben talking casually in the dining room, as if it was an evening like every other. Time seemed to stand still for me.

Finally I heard noises in the room but dared not turn my head for fear of making my predicament worse.

“Keep your hands at your side, and come to the middle of the room.” It was Jane's voice.

Briefly I hesitated, took a deep breath, then turned and walked to the centre of the room. I stared at the carpet but was aware of the 2 figures seated in the lounge chairs to my right.

“What a delightful figure”, Ben admired, “Such pert little breasts”.

Under different circumstances I might have been flattered, but at this very moment I was totally humiliated. Could it get any worse? I was about to find out it could.

“Look at her pubes, Ben”, Jane goaded, “The shameless little hussy has shaved them totally off. Obviously modesty is not her strong suit. Clearly she wants everyone to see her little cunt.”

The use of the “c” word caused me to sob loudly in shame.

“Come closer girl so I can get a better look.” Ben took over the role of humiliator.

I shuffled one step closer to my seated in laws.

“You get over here now or I will tan your hide so that you cannot sit down for a week.”

With the greatest reluctance I shuffled closer, then closer again, fearing I might not be close enough for their satisfaction.

“She wants to put it in your face now,” Jane laughed, clearly enjoying the control she was exhibiting over her daughter in law.

I just stood there, tears now rolling in a steady steam down my cheeks onto my breasts, dripping off the end of my nipples.

Ben's eyes were fixated on my naked pussy. I stole a glance at his face and could swear I saw a look of lust in his eyes. To my absolute horror I felt a familiar tingling warmth in my vagina. I could not believe it. You bloody slut, my mind screamed out at me. I was such an emotional wreck, being constantly bombarded with emotions I had never felt before in my whole life. I had never been degraded in such a manner.

Again, I almost felt relieved when Ben's big muscular arm pulled me over his lap, even though I knew I was about to be spanked. As I lay across his lap I was shocked to feel his rock hard penis pressing against my belly. My parents in law were getting it off at the sight of my humiliation. The thought just added to my emotional turmoil.

The spanking began, and unlike Jane, Ben's spanks did not alternate between buttocks. They were not a lot harder, but he spanked continuously on one buttock until it was on fire before switching to the other side. Needless to say I cried out a lot, but was always aware of keeping my legs locked firmly together. I was sure I would die if I gave my father in law an eyeful of my vagina. And what would he think of me if I did. Would he think I was getting some sort of pleasure out of my shameful situation?

Finally Ben's spanking stopped, and I immediately slid off his lap to the floor, feeling I could retain my modesty better down there. I curled into a ball and tried to stop sobbing. ‘Be a big girl, be a big girl', I chanted to myself.

“Kym” I looked up at Jane who had quietly uttered my name. “You still need to be punished for being late to dinner, however I believe you have been punished enough for one day. When does Michael return from his business trip?

My lip quivered as I tried to be stoic. “He has a meeting on Monday morning therefore will be away all weekend and flies back in Sunday night.”

“Oh goody”. Jane seemed almost delighted. Perhaps she was. “We have all weekend. Fortunately for you Ben and I have plans tomorrow, but we will be back in time for dinner. We will see you here at 6.30p.m. sharp. And I strongly suggest you not be late.

I briefly thought of informing my mother in law that I had plans for Saturday night and could we arrange another time, but I think I was wise to keep silent on the matter and instead reschedule my commitments.

“Yes Ma'am, I will be here”.

Punished by Parents in Law Part Three

After informing me I had to return to their house again the following night for dinner, my Parents in Law told me to get dressed, and suggested I go home and get a good nights sleep. I respectfully asked if I could go into another room to get dressed, but somehow was not surprised when they told me to get dressed in my special little corner of the lounge while they watched.

I quickly dressed, tried to think of parting words to say to my Parents in Law, but ended up just giving them an embarrassed glance as I beat a hasty retreat to the front door.

Once home I sat in my favourite chair and covered my face with the palms of my hands. I was aware I was being bombarded by an array of physical and emotional sensations. My buttocks felt warm and were tender, but surprisingly not as painful as I would have expected given my two severe spankings I had received today. My mind tried to grapple with the events of the day, and make sense of it all. It helped if I reduced events to their most simplistic base. I had foolishly misbehaved and had been punished. End of story. I tried not to think of my Parents in Law deliberately humiliating me, making me strip naked, and having to display my shaved pubic area to them. My Parents in Law surely had my best interests at heart, didn't they?

I also dare not try to make sense of the fact that my clit was swollen and sensitive.

I ran a bath and attempted to block all thoughts of the last 24 hours out of my head. I thought of Michael. My wonderful husband. I must call him as soon as I am out of the bath.

After chatting to Michael for 45 minutes on the phone I felt relaxed, although I must admit I felt a smidgen guilty when he asked me how my day had been. I told him I had had a wonderful dinner with his parents, and he commented how pleased he was they were looking after me. If only he knew!

I was tired but could not sleep. My mind kept flashing back to the day's events. I saw myself naked, humiliated, and felt the sensations of being thoroughly spanked by my Parents in Law.

My clit continued to throb unabated. I tried to ignore my need, knowing that there was no rational association between the horrors of my day and sexual arousement. But in the end I consoled myself that I had already totally humiliated myself, so completing the day by masturbating was not going to make me feel any worse.

I turned on the light, climbed out of bed, and stood in front of my full-length mirror. I pulled my tee shirt over my head so that I was stark naked. I walked closer to the mirror, as if my Parents in Law were beckoning me forward for a closer look. I could now clearly see my shaved pubic region, with my swollen lips protruding underneath. I visualised the look of lust I had seen in Ben's eyes.

I reached down and easily slid my fingers into my moist inner sanctum. It took only a few short thrusts before my body shuddered with a powerful orgasm. My legs briefly buckled and I had to put my hand on the mirror to support myself.

The strength of my orgasm shocked me, and I took awhile to come back to earth. I staggered back to my bed, as confused as ever but at least the tension within my body had been released. Finally I slept.

The following day, Saturday, I tried to focus on the tasks to be done around the house. I moved mechanically from one menial task to the next. I fought to keep my mind focused on what I was doing. I tried to banish all thoughts of what had happened to me yesterday.

But despite my very best efforts I found my mind wandering back, reliving the humiliation. At times the shame made my eyes teary, but I refused to cry. As the day wore on I found myself reflecting more on my upcoming dinner engagement that night with my Parents in Law. Jane had made it clear I would be punished for being late.

‘Was that fair', I asked myself. Probably not, but I am not sure fairness has a lot to do with my situation. If my Parents in Law feel they must punish me to make me a good wife to Michael, then that is the fact of my predicament. I may not understand it, but I will submit to it. Michael would be back in two days. I will have made my peace with my Parents in Law, and I can get on with my marriage as before.

If only I knew the truth. My life was changing forever.

As the afternoon wore on I began to nervously look at the clock. At 5 p.m. I showered and by 5.30 p.m. I was ready. There was no way I was going to run any risk of being late. Time dragged by, minute-by-minute.

I began to worry if I had worn the right clothing. What does one wear when you know there is a damn good chance you may have to strip in front of your Parents in Law? Most of my bras and panties had been bought with the thought of being sexy for my husband. They were skimpy and lacy. But I was sure my Parents in Law would just see them as reinforcing my sluttish behaviour. In the end I selected a white cotton matching set that seemed to me to be the most conservative lingerie I owned.

Shortly after 6 p.m. I could stand the tension no longer and set off on the short drive to Ben and Jane's. I arrived at their home before 6.15p.m. so drove around the block twice until it was almost 6.25p.m. I parked the car and strode up to the doorway. I glanced at my watch. 6.28p.m. I rung the doorbell. I was proud of myself. Finally I had completed a task successfully. I had turned the corner. I would be a great wife for Michael.

My Mother in Law, Jane, answered the door. She welcomed me with a big smile.

“Right on time. Aren't you the organised one”, she joked playfully

“Yes Ma'am”, I responded, a beaming grin on my face

Once inside Ben greeted me with his usual hug. The three of us stood in the kitchen exchanging conversation, laughing and joking.

The meal was served and the open, friendly conversation continued throughout. I felt relaxed and welcomed in the home of my Parents in Law. It was such a stark contrast to the reception I had got yesterday. I began to believe that I had been forgiven. Ben and Jane had reconsidered my situation and decided I had suffered enough. Thank heavens.

Once the meal was finished I helped Jane clear the dishes (like a good daughter in law should). We all then returned to the dining table and I began chatting again, but soon became aware that I was the only one talking. Ben and Jane were both staring at me intently, and my heart began to sink. I stopped talking. The mood had changed.

After an extended silence Ben spoke, “It is time Kym. Go and prepare yourself. I think you know by now what is expected of you”.

“Please, please,” I begged, my voice sounding like a young girl, “I have been punished enough and have really, really learnt my lesson”.

Ben's response could have not been more direct. “Kym, by continuing to disobey us you are only going to increase both your humiliation and punishment. If you are ever going to mature into the young lady we desire to see as our daughter in law you must obey us without question”.

Even I could not misinterpret a statement like that. Without hesitation I rose from the table and walked around the corner into the lounge. I had seen a lot of this room in the past couple of days, and it did not hold pleasant memories.

I walked to my corner. That dreaded blind was wide open again, but I knew I dared not make any attempt to close it. Huddled tightly in the corner my fingers fumbled as I began to undress myself. Despite having some past experience at doing this the task was not any easier. My heart was beating so rapidly I felt faint.

Once totally naked I faced the corner and rested my head against the wall. It helped to steady my nerves. Again I was made to wait for an extended period, but I knew by now this was part of punishment. By standing naked in the corner my humiliation and shame was being magnified.

Finally I heard them enter the room, and take their seats.

“Come here Kym” Ben spoke quietly but authoritively.

I turned to see Ben's finger beckoning to me. I walked to the centre of room, taking two big strides as I passed the open blind.

Ben continued to beckon. I walked closer to my Parents in Law, then closer again as Ben was continuing to beckon with his finger. When he finally stopped I was only a couple of feet away from them. I could not help but feel deeply embarrassed.

“Kym, we are going to introduce some rules that you must follow.” Jane was now speaking. “ These rules are designed for no other reason than to increase your humiliation. We do this with great reluctance, but feel by doing so there will be greater incentive for you to improve your behaviour.”

I dared not speak, but I was full of dread. What could possibly be more humiliating than what I had endured yesterday and today?

“The first rule is you must keep your pubic hair shaved. This is obviously of great embarrassment to you, and not surprisingly. It also makes you look like the naughty little girl you are.”

I couldn't help but look down at the carpet in shame.

“Secondly, when we call you over to stand in front of us you will put your hands on your head and open your legs wide.”

I gasped out loud. I was mortified. I began to cry, despite my best efforts to hold back the tears.

“Please do not make me do this, I beg of you. Anything else but this”

“Kym, I know this will be very difficult for you, and will take extreme courage on your part. However we have deemed it to be essential to your rehabilitation and you will obey. Assume your position now.”

I did not move. I could not move. I tried to summons up the courage. Tears continued to flow. Ben and Jane were patient. They could see the intense inner turmoil I was going through. This was a pivotable moment. Could I abandon everything I had been taught about decency and how to act as a lady.

Time seemed to stand still for me. Even to this day I do not know how I found the courage to deal with this situation. Somehow I found the strength to lift my arms and place them on my head. I was aware of how it lifted my pert breasts and made them stick out. But my legs would not move.

My Parents in Law continued to be patient. They clearly had sympathy for my dilemma, but had no intention of changing the demands they had placed upon me.

Finally, somehow, I found the strength to begin opening my legs. My feet slid along the carpet until they were shoulder width apart.

“Wider”

I slid my feet out a little wider

“Wider”

My feet were now so wide I could feel my pussy being pulled open. I could only imagine the view I was affording Ben and Jane.

“You really do have a delightful cunt”, Ben commented with a smile, “Michael is indeed a lucky man.” Jane gave her husband a playful dig in the ribs, but was obviously in no way offended by his comment.

I glanced briefly at Ben's crotch and caught a glimpse of the obvious bulge. My cunt began to tingle in that manner familiar to me when it was becoming sexually aroused. I could not believe it. I could not understand it.

‘Please do not betray me body', I silently pleaded to myself.

Fortunately at that moment Jane reached up and grabbed my arm, pulling me forward. Because of my splayed legs I fell awkwardly over her lap, and was sure Ben briefly had a full view of my pussy before I was able to bring my knees together.

“You know why you are to be spanked?” Jane enquired of me.

“Yes Ma'am.”

“Why?”

“Because I was late Ma'am”.

“Indeed”

With that the spanking commenced. Despite having been spanked twice yesterday Jane showed my backside no mercy. I was sure she was spanking with more vigour this time, or perhaps my poor bottom was just more sensitive. I tried to be brave, but was soon reduced to tears. I think I had cried more tears in the past 48 hours than I had in the past twenty years.

To make matters worse she not only spanked my buttocks but also my upper thighs, which were also sensitive. Jane continued to spank me way longer than she had yesterday. I was squirming and begging for mercy, but none was forthcoming.

Eventually, finally, it came to an end. I lay on her lap, utterly exhausted. I felt Jane's hands reach under me and pull me to a seated position on her lap. She then hugged me close to her. I put my head on her shoulder and felt strangely comforted, despite the ordeal they had just put me through.

“You have been a brave girl tonight and Ben and I are both proud of you. You have a long way to go, but tonight was a big step on your journey.”

Despite my weariness I managed a small smile of appreciation.

Punished by Parents in Law Part Four

For a long while I sat on my Mother in Law's lap, seeking the comfort of her shoulder. I felt strangely comforted, despite the events of the past two days that had been decidedly uncomfortable. Eventually Jane suggested it was time for me to get up and get dressed. I walked to my corner where I had deposited my clothing, but Jane suggested I stand in front of them while dressing.

I scooped up my clothing and walked back over to Jane and Ben, stealing a glance out the open window as I walked past, however it was too dark outside to see if anybody could see my nakedness.

As I stood in front of Jane she took my bundle of clothing off me. She searched through them until she found my bra. She held it up as if inspecting it, before passing it to me. Getting dressed in front of somebody I found to be almost as embarrassing as undressing. After putting on my bra I realised my boobs were not positioned correctly in their cups, but I was too embarrassed to do anything about it. However Jane was clearly not going to let the opportunity pass. She beckoned me to stand closer and bend forward. She reached into my bra cup and grabbed a hold of my left breast. Holding firmly she repositioned my bra so the boob was secure.

I was too shocked to move. I could not believe my Mother in Law was handling me in such an intimate manner. I guess I should not have been surprised, given the developments over the past two days. I felt like a youngster being dressed by her Mum. Jane then reached over to my right breast and repeated the dose. She then sat back and inspected her work. It obviously met her satisfaction as she then rummaged through my clothing until she found my panties.

I expected her to hand them over to me, but instead she put her hands in the waistband and held them out in front of me, clearly expecting me to step into them while she held them for me. Oh, the shame. I put my hand on her shoulder to steady myself, then lifted each leg into the panties. Jane then slowly slid them up my thighs and pulled them into position. I was relieved my private parts were now clothed. I was worried that my slight arousal would be obvious to them.

Jane then handed me the rest of my clothing, piece by piece, and I finished dressing.

Incredibly we then returned to the dining table and drank coffee as if nothing had happened. It was so weird and confusing.

After my second cup of coffee I excused myself and left, receiving parting kisses from both of my in-laws. As I drove home I felt surprisingly buoyant. Although I had been punished, I felt I had pleased my Parents in Law. I had not always obeyed their commands promptly, but I felt they understood how hard it was for me to put my pride and dignity aside. I hoped so much I could become the daughter in law they wanted me to be.

I had been very surprised that my Parents in Law had made no request of me to return the following day, Sunday, as Michael was not due home until Monday. Had I redeemed myself in their eyes? I had a nagging doubt this was not the case.

I half expected to find a message from them on my answering machine when I arrived home, but this was not the case. Was there a very small part of me that was hoping there would be a message? Either Jane or Ben commanding me to be at their house at a certain time, and don't be late young lady.

At that moment the phone rang and I put it tentatively to my ear. Would it be Jane or Ben? I felt foolish when I heard Michael's voice on the other end.

Michael was delighted I had been to his parents for dinner for the second night in a row. He was clearly impressed with how well they were looking after me in his absence.

After chatting with Michael I retired to bed, but again sleep would not come to me. I was not sexually aroused in the same manner that I was with Michael when we were making love. This was more of a deep throb that excited my senses. And I did not need to touch myself to know I was swollen.

Again I climbed out of bed, turned the light on and stood in front of my full-length mirror. I was wearing a tee shirt that came down to my belly button, so my pussy lips protruded clearly underneath. For a long while I stared intently at myself. Then I heard the silent commands of my Parents in Law. Slowly I pulled my tee shirt above my head and off. I placed my hands on my head and admired how my breasts thrust forward, nipples rock hard. I scanned my naked body from my head to my toes.

Slowly I began to slide my feet apart. ‘Wider', ‘Wider', came the silent commands from behind the mirror. Soon my legs were so wide the muscles on my inner thighs were straining. I could not believe how obscene I looked. And to think Jane and Ben had observed me like this. I held this position for as long as I could, until my legs began to shake and ache. I took one hand off my head and without ceremony thrust three fingers deep into my vagina. I was immediately rocked by an explosive orgasm that sent me to my knees.

On Sunday morning I rose after a sound sleep, feeling surprisingly at peace with myself. I busied myself with the housework, wanting everything to look nice for Michael when returned the next day. I am not really the housework-type of person, but today I felt motivated. Later I did the supermarket shopping, then stopped in to see my friend Colleen, who I had only spoken to briefly since my drunken episode at the bar. She had seen me leaving the bar with my Father in Law, and had tried to follow but by the time she had made her way outside I had obviously been bundled into Ben's car and exited the scene.

Colleen had asked me what had happened afterwards and I wanted to tell her the truth, for her to help me make sense of it. But would she understand my submission to my Parents in Law. Being naked, humiliated, and spanked. I had many doubts of my own, and suspected she would be mortified. Therefore I remained silent on my subjugation.

When I arrived back home late afternoon I took a peep at the answer phone to make sure there were no messages, then began preparing my dinner. More and more I was feeling off the hook with my Parents in Law. Could I put the whole humiliating experience behind me and get on with my marriage?

As I went to pour myself a wine the phone rang. For a moment I just stared at it, letting it ring. Then realised I was being stupid. It could be anyone. Including my darling Michael. At this thought I picked up the phone hastily. It turned out to be one of my bosses from work enquiring as to my health, and whether I would be at work Monday. I reassured her Friday's illness was just a 24-hour virus and I was fully recovered and would indeed be at work. I felt more than just a touch guilty.

As I hung up the phone I noticed my answer phone blinking. There had been another call. It was from Ben. The message was short. Call him immediately. As I lifted the receiver I noticed my hand was actually shaking. I put the phone down and took a couple of big mouthfuls of wine in an endeavour to steady my nerves. With a deep breath and a steely resolve I phoned the home of my Parents in Law.

Ben answered. My voice was weak, and all I managed to say was “Hello, this is Kym.”

“Kym, I want you over here now” Ben's voice jumped at me down the phone.

Should I tell him I was in the middle of preparing dinner? Could I come later?

Instead, my only response was one nervous word, “Yes”

The conversation ended. A few demanding words. No explanation.

I worried about changing my clothing but did not want to risk keeping Ben and Jane waiting, so instead turned off my dinner, grabbed my keys, and set off on the short drive to their home. Within 10 minutes of the phone call I was knocking nervously on the door.

Ben answered the door, smiled and gave me his usual hug. With his arm around me we walked into the kitchen. I expected to see Jane but she was nowhere in sight. I sensed she was not home and my nervousness increased significantly.

Ben sat me down at the breakfast bar and poured me a glass of wine. We made conversation, but it was small talk and the atmosphere was thick with tension. Then Ben put down his own glass and looked at me with a small smile on his face. For a moment he searched for his words, but when they came they were direct and to the point

“Jane and I have decided you need to be punished today. We are going out to dinner with friends, but have decided to get the matter dealt with now.”

“But why?” I pleaded. What had I done? Had I not suffered for my sins?

“Kym, you need to understand we will punish you when we see fit to do so. There will not always be a reason. But we want you to be the best daughter in law possible. And a great wife for Michael. To reach this goal you must learn to obey. You must learn to trust that we have your best interests at heart.”

I just stared at Ben. Frankly I did not understand

Ben continued, “Jane will be home shortly, and I want you undressed and ready for us when she arrives”

At least I felt a little better knowing that Jane would be there for my punishment.

“Finish your wine and get ready. I need to get dressed for dinner.” With that Ben departed up the stairs.

I just sat there, stunned. The irony of it was not missed on me. He was going to dress for dinner, while he expected his daughter in law to undress and submit to a punishment. How dare he. Indignity began to rise up from within. I was a mature woman, the wife of their son. I would not be treated in this manner. It was unnatural and unwarranted.

I snatched up my keys. I'm out of here. Enough is enough. My hand reached out for the front door handle. But then I froze. Doubt began to replace defiance. What would be the consequences for my marriage if I fled? What of my future relationship with my in-laws?

My shoulders began to slump in defeat as I realised I had little choice other than to accede to the demands of Ben and Jane. For a while longer I gripped the front door handle, as if I was holding onto the last piece of my dignity. Eventually letting go, I walked into the lounge, holding my head high in a silent, but pointless, act of defiance.

The blinds were all open, as it was only 6.00pm and still light outside. I walked around the room and closed all the blinds. Damn the consequences, as if by this single act of defiance I was proving to myself I was not just a pawn.

Then I found myself standing in the corner. ‘My corner', as my Parents in Law quaintly referred to it. I just stood there, hanging onto my newfound courage. Hands on my hips, refusing to undress. I would have looked stupid to anyone witnessing this scene. I was being defiant, stroppy and argumentive. Great, except I was the only one present in the room.

But then I heard noises above my head, which was Ben moving around in his bedroom. I thought I heard a door opening. Was Ben coming back downstairs?

Damn. Damn. Damn. Defiance was dead. Quickly I began to undress, throwing my clothing off without another thought. I didn't want to think of the consequences. No more debates with myself. Once naked I turned and faced the corner, closed my eyes, and waited for whatever lay in front of me.

It was a full 10 minutes before Ben came down the stairs. I heard his footsteps as he walked into the lounge. I was especially apprehensive being alone, and naked, in the room with Ben. When naked with Jane I knew it was about humiliation and a prelude to spanking. But with Ben there had been sexual overtones. He was clearly aroused by my nakedness. I conveniently shut out the fact that I had also been aroused. Although I did not understand what had caused my arousal, I knew it was not because I was sexually attracted to my Father in Law.

As Ben walked across the room and stopped behind me I was aware I was holding my breath, and could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I heard him doing something in the vicinity of my feet and could not resist opening one eye. Ben had gathered up my clothes and was now leaving the room with them. I was confused and more than a little apprehensive. This had not happened before.

I returned to my corner time and was acutely aware of the silence of the house, save the occasional muffled noise of Ben moving about in another room somewhere.

Suddenly the silence was broken by the noise of the front door opening and I heard Jane calling out to Ben that she had arrived. I almost breathed a sigh of relief knowing I was no longer alone in the house with Ben.

But then to my absolute mortification I heard other voices. Jane had clearly not arrived alone. I began to panic, but could not think of an appropriate action. I wanted to flee, and briefly thought of climbing out of a window. But somehow the thought of being naked on the street did not appeal as a suitable option. There was no other way out of the room, and my clothes were gone. I now realised what Ben had been up to. He had anticipated my reaction and knew I would have got dressed when I realised other people were in the house.

With no suitable options to my get out of my predicament I remained huddled in my corner. My mind rationalised that my in-laws would not betray me by allowing someone else to see me naked. If I stay still and quiet the guests, and hopefully Ben and Jane, will leave for their dinner engagement, with the guests none the wiser that a young lady was standing naked in the corner of the adjoining lounge.

From the voices I could ascertain the visitors were a couple, and from the conversation I gathered the male was a business acquaintance of Ben's. I had met many of my Parents in Law's friends and tried to place the voices, but couldn't.

They continued to chat in the kitchen and I could hear wine bottles being open and drinks served. I was suddenly aware of how dry my own throat was, and realised I was hardly breathing in my attempt to be as quiet as a church mouse.

Then to my horror I heard Jane suggest they would be more comfortable in the lounge. ‘No! No! No!' my mind screamed but before I had a chance to react I knew they were at the doorway. Whatever I could have done to prevent my shame, it was now too late. I stood as still as a statue, willing myself to be invisible.

The conversation stopped dead, and I heard the female guest cry out in surprise. “For heaven's sake, there is a naked lady in your lounge”

I could feel the tears of humiliation well up in my eyes.

“Now isn't that a surprise”, Ben responded with a hearty laugh, “Take a seat and I'll do the introductions.”

I felt like I was going to faint and tried to take in some deep breaths.

“Now don't be rude Kym”, Ben addressed me, “Turn around so I can introduce you to our guests”.

Slowly I turned around to face everybody. One arm was across my breasts, while my other hand was in front of my pubic region. If you have ever wondered whether it is more humiliating to be naked in front of acquaintances or strangers, I can assure you they are equally bad.

The guests were a couple not much older than myself, perhaps in their mid-30s. Being so close to my own age just added to my misery. Whilst the male had a wry smile on his face and was obviously enjoying the pleasant surprise of having a naked lady standing in front of him, the female was clearly in shock. Her mouth hung open as if she could not quite believe what she was seeing.

“This is John and Debbie”. Jane did the introductions. “They are from Ohio” Jane added, as if knowing they were from out of State somehow made the situation more bearable for me.

Jane then turned to her guests, “And this charming young lady is our daughter in law, Kym”

I did not move or utter a sound. Neither did Debbie. The fact that I was the daughter in law did little to account for the fact that I was stark naked.

“Kym is from New Zealand. Our son, Michael, met her there while on holiday” Heaven knows why Jane added this little snippet of information. Would the fact I was originally from New Zealand in someway explain my naked state?

“Oh” was all Debbie could add, still in shock, “from the land of the kiwi, the All Blacks rugby team, and the America's Cup”.

Her knowledge was actually only right on two of the three points. New Zealand was no longer the holder of yachting America's Cup, but somehow I did not feel now was the occasion to enter into a discussion on my country of origin.

The brief conversation died and there was an embarrassing silence, broken only when Jane reached out to me with her empty wine glass. “Be a sweetheart and get me a refill.”

I now had a real dilemma. To take hold of her glass I had to either remove my arm from across my breasts, or remove my hand from my pubic region. Both were alarming options, but I decided there was no way I wanted to expose my shaved pubes so reluctantly lowered my arm from in front of my crushed breasts.

Hastily I took the wine glass and retreated to the relative safety of the kitchen. My eyes scanned the room for any sight of my clothing, but they were nowhere to be seen. I refilled the glass and tried to pluck up the courage to return to lounge.

“Hurry up there, young lady. I am thirsty” Jane sung out good-humouredly.

Reluctantly I re-entered the room and handed over the glass. For the next 30 minutes I became their naked waitress, fetching drinks and nibbles for them. As embarrassing as it was, I was thankful for the opportunities to retreat out of sight into the kitchen. I also stood to the side of them so that my nakedness was perhaps not quite so obvious.

Debbie was clearly bewildered by it all and I sensed she wanted to ask me what an earth I was up to, parading myself around naked. While the other 3 engaged in conversation, I could feel Debbie's eyes following me in and out of the room. She wanted an explanation.

Perhaps sensing this Jane addressed her visitors. “ You are no doubt wondering why Kym is naked.”

Debbie nodded her head enthusiastically, desperate for an explanation

“Kym is being punished. She has not been a good wife, but Ben and I believe that by shaming and punishing her she will reach the potential we know she has. Is this not so Kym?”

“Yes Ma'am,” was all I could say.

“And you actually agree to this?” Debbie enquired incredulously

“Yes Ma'am” I responded, blushing with embarrassment.

“How is she punished?” Debbie enquired of my Mother in Law

“She is about to be punished now. You and John are welcome to stay if you wish, otherwise we will go to the restaurant and leave Ben to join us after he has punished Kym”

I could not believe what I was hearing.

John was clearly enthusiastic about staying to watch, but Debbie was hesitant. I silently prayed she would turn down the offer. Even though I did not want to be in the house alone with Ben, it was preferable to being smacked in front of strangers.

But Debbie's curiosity got the better of her and she nodded her head affirmatively. My heart sank. This was not going to be good for me. The meaning of humiliation was about to be redefined for me, yet again.

“Come and stand in front of us in the manner you have been instructed” Ben commanded of me

“No, not that. Please, not that”, I pleaded. I knew the consequences of disobeying but could not help myself.

“You have just earned yourself increased punishment young lady. I suggest you do not push us any further.”

Again I felt faint, but somehow shuffled forward until I was standing directly in front of the four seated persons.

“Come closer”

I obeyed

“Assume your position”

Mechanically my arms lifted and I placed my hands on my head. My breasts jutted out, nipples erect. I did not want to endure the slow humiliation of gradually opening my legs and being further humiliated with requests to open them wider. Therefore in an instance I splayed my legs as wide as I could.

I thought Debbie was going to have a heart attack. She was shocked I could even think of debasing myself in such a manner. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

All four sets of eyes locked onto my shaved pubic region. I knew from my masturbation session in front of the mirror last night how obscene I looked. My pussy lips were pulled open and I was acutely aware of the cold air hitting me. I prayed Ben or Jane would rescue me by pulling me forward onto their lap.

Then Debbie made a comment that hit me like a sledgehammer

“She looks like she is swollen. The little slut doesn't enjoy this does she?”

I could have died. Ben and Jane smiled knowingly. They had known. They knew that some deep dark primal urge was being excited by my humiliation. I could not look at them and closed my eyes

“Well?” Jane taunted me.

“No Ma'am”

“No what?” Jane continued to taunt

“No, I am not excited by this in anyway” I lied. “I am totally humiliated”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Ma'am”

Jane knew I was lying and could have continued to pressure me, but she knew she had scored the victory.

“Very well. Get across my knee.”

I stood up straight, then lay across her lap, careful to keep my knees together.

“Since you defied us earlier you will receive an extra punishment.”

“Yes Ma'am” I just wanted to get it over with.

“ Your extra punishment will be a spanking on you pussy once your backside has been well and truly dealt to. Now open your legs wide.”

The meaning of humiliation was again redefined for me. I opened my legs, knowing full well that Ben and the visitors would be afforded a full view of my vagina. I could only imagine the look on Debbie's face

What followed was the most intensive spanking I had received so far, which was exacerbated by the fact by buttocks were still tender. I cried and yelped like a baby.

Jane alternated methodically from one buttock to another. She was not a big lady but she carried a powerful arm.

She did not stop until my backside felt like it was on fire. I doubted if I would be able to sit for several days. I then felt Jane's hand pushing on my inner thigh.

“Open those legs up wider young lady” I did not realise that with all the squirming and jumping around during my spanking my legs had not remained fully open. I did as instructed, and held my breath for my first pussy spanking (but certainly not my last).

When the first spank connected with my vagina it stung and I cried out in surprise.

Jane continued to spank me fast and vigorously. The pain and warmth sensations travelled deep into my stomach. It hurt like hell, but was totally different than being spanked on the buttocks.

Instinctively I would begin to close my legs, but Jane would just stop the spanking, push my legs wide open, then resume the assault on my vagina.

By the time Jane stopped I was gulping in air between sobs and was covered with sweat. I rolled off her lap and onto the floor. I was vaguely aware that someone was actually clapping. I did not look, but I strongly suspect it was Debbie.

Punished by Parents in Law Part 5

My Parents in Law thought it would be good therapy for me if I put pen to paper and recount some more of the humiliation and punishment I have received at their hands.

Good for the soul, they said. As if I need to write it down. The images are firmly embedded in my memory bank. And probably on my backside as well.

Well, let me continue. Firstly, my darling Michael did arrive home on the Monday as planned, and was none the wiser for the humiliation and punishment I had received from his parents, Ben and Jane. In fact he was clearly impressed with the amount of time I had spent with them over the weekend.

“Given how well you are getting on with my parents is a great relief to me,” Michael commented, “I can relax while I am away knowing you are in good hands”. If only he knew what parts of my anatomy were receiving their ‘good hands'.

Over the next week or so Michael and I visited his parents a number of times. Initially I was nervous inside their house. I kept getting distracted by flashback images of standing naked in my corner, or going over the lap of Jane or Ben. It had been an unreal experience that one does not easily erase from one's mind. However I soon relaxed as Ben and Jane behaved as if nothing had happened, and in fact went overboard to make me feel comfortable.

Almost two weeks had passed since that fateful weekend. It was a Thursday morning and I had not been at work long when I answered the phone. I was surprised to find it was Jane ringing me, as she had never contacted me at work before.

“Ben and I are expecting you for lunch. 12.30 sharp. Do not be late.” It was clearly a command from Jane, not an invitation. “And tell your boss you are likely to be late back after lunch.”

“Jane, I cannot do that,” I pleaded, “ my boss would be far from impressed.”

“You may find him surprisingly agreeable,” was Jane's response before promptly hanging up, leaving me dumbfounded. For a long while I held the phone to my ear, playing the conversation back over in my mind. Trying to make sense of it all. But like so much of my recent contact with my Parents in Law, it made no sense at all.

Why the sudden lunch invitation? Was I to be punished? What had I done? Why not wait until after work? Why risk me getting into further trouble with my boss, especially as I had missed a day's work two weeks ago and my boss was clearly unimpressed with how late I had phoned up to advise him I would not be in.

My boss, Geoff Swift, is a University graduate who only joined the Company three months ago. I would guess his age at 21 or 22 years old. I am employed as his Research Analyst. To be honest I had applied for his role as I have been with this company for over three years and thought I had the necessary experience. I was hurt when they employed this young graduate instead. To make matters worse he was very good looking and it was sickening to see many of the women in the company making passes at him. As you may have well gathered, I am not a great fan of ‘Mr Good Looking, Smarty Pants, Geoffrey Swift'. However I very much value my job, therefore are very careful not to get on the wrong side of my boss, despite my dislike of him.

For the next two hours I tried to focus on my work, but a maddening debate was swirling around in my head. I did not want to ask my boss for time off for a long lunch, but I also feared the consequences of letting down my Parents in Law. I did not know why Jane had phoned me out of the blue to request I be present for lunch, but I rationalised it must be important.

Finally I plucked up the courage to go into Geoff Swift's office. He was busy reading a report and I waited like a nervous child until he glanced up at me and raised one eyebrow in an enquiring manner. So bloody smug, I thought. I tried to sound confident as I asked for an extended lunch break

“And may I ask why?”

Why? Why? Bloody hell, I hadn't thought of why.

“ I have a Doctor's appointment”, I stammered. “Womanly problems”, I added stupidly, hoping that would shut him up.

I was staggered when his response was a very big smile. “Take as long as you need to sort out your little problem”.

The rest of the morning dragged by, minute by minute. At one point I glanced over at Geoff's office and he gave me a friendly little wave. I pretended I had not noticed him, and returned my attention to my computer screen that I had been staring at blankly for most of the morning. Is that little bastard trying to hit on me, I wondered, with him suddenly being all friendly towards me?

Finally it was midday, and although it was only a 15-minute drive to my Parents in Law's house I did not want to take any risks of being late. I had already suffered the consequences of being late, and I so wanted to impress my Parents in Law that I was well on the road to being the perfect Daughter in Law.

Not surprisingly I arrived at their house early so did my little trick of driving around the block a couple of times until it was almost 12.30pm. With some satisfaction I rang the doorbell at 12.29pm. Jane answered immediately and greeted me with a warm hug, which was repeated by Ben when I entered the house. I tried to act normal, but as you can well imagine I was confused as to why I was there. Surely they would not think of humiliating me and punishing me in the middle of my working day.

If Jane and Ben could see the confusion on my face they were ignoring it. The three of us made small talk while Jane continued to prepare lunch. Like the dutiful Daughter in Law I offered to help and was given the task of setting the table. Alarm bells rang in my head when Jane asked me to set the table for four persons. Visions of the humiliating John and Debbie incident flashed before my eyes, but I tried to blank them out. I was about to enquire who the fourth person was going to be when the front door bell rang.

Ben answered the door and I heard him greeting a male visitor. I returned to my task of setting the table, and tried to hide my curiosity.

I just about dropped a plate on the floor when I heard a familiar voice greet me.

“Well, hello there Kym. What a surprise.”

I swung around in terror and came face to face with……yes, you guessed it. My boss, Geoff Swift, looking all dapper in his designer jacket and trousers. My mouth hung open and I swear my heart stopped beating for several seconds.

“But….but…,” was all I could muster. I looked to Ben and Jane for some sort of explanation. For what seemed an eternity Ben and Jane just stared back at me, smiling, and obviously not in a hurry to elaborate on why my boss was standing in the dining room of my Parents in Law.

“Lunch is ready. Be seated”, Jane chanted, clearly not about to give any sort of explanation. As I took my seat at the table I gave a pleading look at Ben, searching for answers. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, ‘Life is just full of its little surprises, isn't it.' That is for sure.

Geoff and my Parents in Law made polite conversation as the salad lunch was consumed. I remained silent, and deliberately focused on chasing my food around the plate. Somehow my appetite had waned. I could tell from the conversation that Geoff was a stranger to Ben and Jane, which only served to increase my apprehension.

“Sorry you are not well today, Kym”, Geoff had turned his attention to me.

I looked back at him confused

“The Doctor”, he smiled, “Womanly problem”.

Suddenly I remembered my lame excuse, and flushed with embarrassment.

“Doctor? Womanly problems? What on earth are you two on about”, Ben enquired.

“Little private joke”, Geoff responded, looking very much like the cat that had just got the cream.

As we finished our lunch I began to sense an air of anticipation at the table. I suddenly felt like the sacrificial lamb being thrown to the lions. I couldn't help but slump down in my chair in a futile attempt to be insignificant.

“Sit up Kym”, my Mother in Law commanded.

“Yes Ma'am”, I obeyed without hesitation, feeling so embarrassed that I was being spoken to like a child in front of my boss.

“The time you got rotten drunk you missed a whole day off work, it that not correct”' Jane continued to address me.

“Yes Ma'am”, I responded, even though she knew the answer to this question

“You did not give a thought to the inconvenience you caused your boss or your fellow workers?”

“But I did not mean to sleep in Ma'am.” I did not like the way this conversation was heading one little bit, and felt compelled to defend myself.

“You are an adult. Are you not capable of getting to work on time?”

“Yes Ma'am.” My head slumped forward in abject defeat.

“Ben and I have discussed this matter with Geoff, and we have agreed you need to be punished for this behaviour.”

“No! no!”, was all I could mutter, absolutely mortified at the thought that I could be punished in front of my boss, a young man whom I held in contempt. At that moment I was sure I would die from the humiliation if I were forced to go through with it.

“ It would place a great financial burden on you and Michael if you should ever lose this job. You clearly have not put your marriage first.”

I bit my lip in an attempt to starve off the tears welling in my eyes.

“But Kym, you need to understand we are going to give you the choice. Ben and I have discussed this matter and feel it should be best dealt with by you being punished. And since Geoff is the one most inconvenienced by your behaviour, it is only right that he should participate.”

‘Participate', my mind screamed out, but I dared not utter a word.

“By allowing yourself to be punished we can all put this matter behind us and move on with our lives like mature adults.”

‘Mature adults?' I mentally questioned. It is easy for her to say. She is not about to have her bottom bared for a spanking.

“Whilst we sincerely believe the punish will help make you a better Daughter in Law, we will not force you to participate. You can choose to leave and we promise you nothing more will be said of this matter.”

I sat, stunned. Yet again my Parents in Law had my mind in turmoil. A part of me wanted to race to that front door and beat a hasty retreat. But deep down I wanted to face up to what I had done. This was the new Kym. Taking responsibility. I resolved to try and negotiate a compromise

“Please, if I agree to be punished can it not be in front of Geoff”, I pleaded to my Parents in Law.

I then turned to Geoff, and in the most sincere and contrite voice I could muster, addressed him, “Geoff, I am truly so sorry for my behaviour. I realise how much I must have inconvenienced you, and I promise that I will never let you down again in the future. But please, I ask that you do not be present for my punishment. The humiliation would be more than I can bear. I have already suffered terrible embarrassment by having you here, and you knowing I will be punished. But please, not with you present.”

“We are not going to bargain with you young lady.” It was Ben who chimed in. “It is important we are the sole judges of what form the punishment should take. Make your decision now. Leave through the front door if you wish. Otherwise go to your corner and prepare.”

I am glad I was sitting down as I was shaking with nerves, and I was struggling to keep down what little I had eaten of my lunch. I knew I could simply get up and walk away. But deep down I knew that was not going to happen. The big question was whether I could muster the courage.

For a long while we sat in silence, tension filling the air. They awaited my decision. Although I suspect Ben and Jane had little doubt what that decision would be. Finally, without a word or a gesture of any kind I stood, and in the most confident manner I could, walked around the corner of the dining room and into the lounge, making my way to ‘my corner'.

As I began to undress I tried to blank out the consequences of what I was doing. I don't think I could comprehend the fact I was going to strip totally naked and let my young boss see the most intimate parts of my body. Then to make it worse, I was going to be punished like a naughty little child. I felt faint, and took in big gulps of air to clear my head.

Finally I was totally naked, and stood silently shaking in the corner, awaiting whatever fate was to befall me. After what seemed an eternity I heard the familiar sound of footsteps entering the room

“You know what to do next,” Jane had taken command again.

I took several deep breaths, turned, and with eyes downcast walked slowly over to where the three of them were seated. For once I did not hurry past the open windows.

The humiliation of walking towards my boss stark naked was unbearable. I knew my small firm breasts, with pointed nipples, would be in full view. I knew his lecherous eyes would soak up the sight of my shaved pubic area, with my vaginal lips protruding below for all to see.

I came to a halt in front of them, and without prompting assumed my position. My arms slowly lifted to place my hands on my head, elbows out, breasts thrust forward invitingly. Then the final surrender. I slide my legs wide open, exposing myself luridly to my wide-eyed boss and my smirking Parents in Law.

Nothing was said, as I stood there presenting myself. For the first time I lifted my gaze from the carpet and took in the sight of three pairs of eyes soaking up the sight of my naked body. Despite myself my body stirred, and I felt an inner warmth. It was at this precise moment that a sickening thought hit me, and I could sense myself blushing further with shame. A part of me was enjoying my humiliation. Up until know I had refused to entertain such a thought. Nobody could enjoy being shamed, humiliated, treated like a child, and then punished until they cried like a baby. But at this precise moment I knew this was not totally true.

I did not enjoy what was happening to me. The humiliation and pain I felt was very real and ego crushing. But on another emotional dimension I was experiencing a level of sexual gratification I had never felt in my whole life. My emotions were being stripped to their inner core where hidden and primal needs lurk within us. It was a realisation that was very hard to deal with.

My eyes focused briefly on Geoff's crotch. He had a raging hard on and made no attempt to conceal it

“I had no idea you were so beautiful”, my boss murmured, clearly appreciative of my bold display of nakedness. “Your bald cunt is a very nice touch.”

“Thank you sir” I responded with a mixture of embarrassment and genuine gratitude. I may not have been so appreciative if I knew what he had in store for me.

“It is time to move on to your punishment Kym”, Jane addressed me. “Since Geoff is the one you offended with your behaviour, he will decide how you are going to be punished.”

This was no surprise to me, but the news still hit hard. The ultimate humiliation yet again redefined for me. To be spanked by my boss who was barely in his twenties.

“I have been giving this great thought”, Geoff rubbed his chin ponderously as if to emphasis the brainpower he had put into this. “ I think you should both warm her up with a good old fashioned over the knee spanking. I will then punish her for her disappointing attitude towards her employment

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly at the thought of what I was about to endure.

“Furthermore,” Geoff continued, “She will receive additional punishment for lying to me today about the real reason for needing to take an extended lunch break.”

That was grossly unfair I felt, but knew that to speak out at this time would only make matters worse for me.

“That sounds like a very good approach to me. And a very fair punish. Do you not agree Kym,” my Mother in Law enquired.

Reluctantly I agreed, “Yes Ma'am.”

“Good girl, lets get started then”

Without further ceremony Jane pulled me over her knee, taking care to position me so that my buttocks were perched at the highest point on her lap. Then her trademark spanking commenced, alternating methodically from one buttock to the next. I tried to be brave, as I did not want to appear to be a crybaby in front of my boss. You would think that with everything else that had happened this day that being a crybaby would not have been a great concern. But a lady has her pride.

I was just starting to sniffle when Jane stopped. It was shorter than her normal spanking, and she was obviously taking into account the punishment I had ahead of me. I slid off her knee and crawled to Ben. His strong arms lifted me up like a hapless rag doll. I was immediately aware of the stiffness of his penis pushing against my stomach. It increased my awareness of my own inner sexual warmth.

Ben did not punish me with the same consideration his wife had. His spanking was vigorous and prolonged. Again I tried to be brave but was soon thrashing around on his lap and kicking my legs in the air. I could only imagine the view I was affording my young boss. I cried out and begged him to stop. Finally he relented, and I slide to the floor in exhaustion, my bottom glowing.

Fortunately Geoff had enough consideration to allow me to lie there for a few minutes so that I could at least make a partial recovery of sorts.

It was Jane who reached down and helped me to my feet.

“Assume your position”, she requested. Wearily I obeyed, placing my hands on my head, and splaying my legs open in a very unwomanly manner. Jane walked behind me

“Wider” she commanded. I slide my feet out wider. I was mortified when I felt her hand touch my tender backside. She ran her fingernails up and down my left buttock, then repeated the dose on the other side. She then ran a finger up and down the crack between my buttocks, each time moving closer and closer to my vagina. Then her finger stopped at the edge of my pussy lips.

“Will you go wider for me”, she whispered gently into my ear.

Without hesitation I opened my legs even wider, straining my inner thighs. I felt the cold air rushing into my vagina as my lips opened. Jane's finger moved to the centre of my vagina, and rested on my labia, pressing gently against my clitoris. I was breathing deeply, and I must admit it was a very intense moment.

“You are wet, aren't you my dear,” she whispered into my ear

“Yes ma'am”, I responded, barely audible

“Tell the others so they can hear.”

I looked into the eyes of my boss and my Father in Law.

“I am wet”

Such a delicious humiliation.

I know I am an emotionally mixed up young lady, but I think I was actually disappointed when my Mother in Law removed her finger.

“I think she is ready to continue her punishment Geoff”

Geoff needed no second invitation to take up Jane's offer. As he stood up I saw Ben hand him a small bag. Geoff removed from the bag what looked very much like a small riding crop that I had seen jockey's use on horses. A shudder went up my spine. Until now I had only been hand spanked, and that was very painful.

“Turn around and go down onto the floor on your hands and knees” He sounded like my boss handing out another work request. I obeyed, and felt extremely foolish. Like a pet dog or something. All I needed was a leash around my neck.

“Rest your head on the floor and stretch your buttocks up in the air”

With great reluctance I obeyed, knowing only too well how exposed I would be to him. No part of my vagina would be hidden from his view. Nor my anus.

“Stretch your buttocks back more” he commanded, and I obeyed, arching my back.

I held my position, waiting for the punishment to commence. My senses were heightened. My nose was pushed down against the carpet and I was aware of the odour of dust and grime imbedded in its fibres. I could sense Geoff getting ready to strike the first blow, and tried to prepare myself.

When the crop impacted my buttocks there was an explosion of pain. I cried out and reflexively reached back to rub my buttock.

“Get back into position” There was authority in his voice.

I lowered my head to the carpet again and arched my back. Geoff spanked me a second time, and although the pain was intense I managed to hold my position

“Good girl”, he commended me. This made me more determined to take my punishment.

He followed up with four further spanks to my very tender backside, and although I cried out with each blow I held my position.

Following the six strikes on my buttocks with the riding crop, Geoff declared, “You have taken your punishment well for being a tardy employee. You are forgiven.”

“Thank you sir” I responded gratefully, my voice muffled by the fact that my mouth and nose were still buried in the carpet.

“Now lets deal with your lying today young lady, then your punishment is finished.”

He had a cheek referring to me as young lady, however I was in no position to give him a lecture on etiquette.

“I have decided that your poor buttocks have had enough punishment for one day.”

“Yes sir, they are definitely very tender”

“Therefore your final punishment will be on your upper thighs.”

“Yes sir” I responded apprehensively. I had not been spanked on my thighs, but I imagined it would not be pleasant.

“Now roll over onto your back”

“My back, sir?” I questioned, confused.

“Yes your back girl. You do know your back from your front I trust.” My boss sounded impatient. I was confused and embarrassed by my silly question. I rolled over onto my back

“Lift your legs in the air and grip the back of your knees with your hands”

I could not believe what he was asking of me. To expect me to expose myself in such a manner. My sense of the ultimate humiliation had been redefined for me several times in recent weeks, and had just happened again for the second time today.

But I didn't refuse. I didn't protest. Instead I lifted my legs into the air and gripped my knees with my hands as instructed.

“Legs straight, toes pointed.”

Why do people like to give out instructions that only serve to increase one's discomfort and humiliation? Perhaps I have answered my own question.

Geoff brought the riding crop down on my thighs, just above my buttocks. It certainly stung and I struggled to hold my position. The second and third blows were higher up my upturned thighs. The fourth blow struck the crease between my buttocks and thighs and I couldn't help but let my legs go, so intense was the pain. As my legs sprung forward I connected with Geoff's groin. Fortunately I did no damage, but was very embarrassed.

“That has earned you one extra spank. Now get back into position”

I hastily obeyed, disappointed with myself for not fully taking my punishment. Geoff gave me two further painful blows with the riding crop, and my legs began to shake.

“Hold yourself steady. Legs straight. Point those toes. You have your one last extra spank for not taking your punishment properly”

I struggled to obey. I was drained of energy and my buttocks and thighs ached. With dogged determination I held my legs up straight so my thighs were fully exposed to him. When the final blow connected it was the most powerful, and I let out a long, low groan of pain. But I held my position, wanting to prove I could take it.

“You have done well Kym.” It was Jane speaking to me, her tone now friendly and supportive. “You can get up and get dressed.”

“Yes Ma'am” I staggered to my feet, feeling like I had been run over by a bus.

“Don't be late back to work” Geoff smirked at me, given me an exaggerated wink.

“No sir”

Punished by Parents in Law Part 6

My concerns that life would never be the same following my spanking session with my boss, Geoff, and my Parents in Law, Jane and Ben, were both right and wrong.

My work environment has continued on largely unchanged. Geoff has never mentioned the luncheon punishment at my Parents in Law's house. He has largely treated me as he did prior to the incident. Although sometimes I catch him staring at me through his office window with a small smile on his face. I am probably wrong, but I always imagine he is reliving the spanking incident, and is picturing my nude, exposed body receiving the riding crop on my buttocks or thighs. It sends a shiver up my spine and I cannot help blushing.

I have made a determined effort not to change my behaviour towards my boss, but in reality this has proven very difficult to achieve. When your boss has witnessed you in such an intimate, exposed manner, and had the opportunity to punish you severely, your attitude towards them cannot help but be altered. Right or wrong, it is the reality. Trust me on this.

There is no doubt I am more subservient towards Geoff. Not to the extreme that I am like a slave to him in the workplace, or even run around trying to please him all the time. But I do no longer view him with contempt and openly try to put him down. And when he does ask me to do something I try extra hard to achieve it, and enjoy receiving his positive feedback. Perhaps it is an indication that not only has my attitude to Geoff changed, but also perhaps my whole personality has undergone a change. Am I becoming a better person? A better wife? A better Daughter in Law?

Many weeks have passed since the luncheon incident with my boss, Geoff. However every single week I have been ‘invited' to my Parents in Law's house at least once, sometimes twice. Mostly my ‘invitations' are to drop in after work on my way home. If Geoff is away on business I am invited over for dinner, and these are always the most intense, drawn out punishment sessions.

On two occasions my Parents in Law have invited me over for lunch. On these occasions I need to ask for an extended lunch break from my boss. I always blush when I ask him if it is all right if I am back 30 minutes late from lunch as I have to visit my Parents in Law. Geoff readily agrees, with a knowing smile on his face. I get the impression he is hoping he will get a second invitation to join us all for lunch.

When my Parents in Law invite me to drop in after work I do not have a lot of time, as my husband, Michael, generally arrives home around 6.00pm, which gives me an hour to spare. These after-work punish sessions tend to be straight to the point, and devoid of much of the preliminaries.

When I enter my Parents in Law house I briefly greet Jane and Ben before going straight into the lounge and standing in the corner. They have now changed my routine slightly, as I think they feel it adds to the embarrassment for me. I now stand in the corner fully dressed, waiting until they enter the lounge and are seated.

When instructed to do so, I then walk over to them and proceed to undress while they watch my every movement. I am no longer extended the courtesy of being able to remove my clothing in relative privacy. As I take off each item of clothing I pass it to Jane who carefully folds it and places it on the coffee table beside her. When she has completed the task she reaches out her hand towards me, which is my cue to remove the next item of clothing and hand it to her. Once I forgot to wait until she had put her hand out, and received an extra dose of spanking.

The most embarrassing part is always when I remove my panties. Not because it exposes my shaven genitalia to them, but because there is always a damp spot in the crotch of my panties, resulting from the sexual excitement caused by the anticipation of my upcoming humiliation and spanking. I have tried changing my panties just before I leave work to drive to my Parents in Law, but despite the fact that it is only a 15-minute drive I still have secretion on my panties when I arrive.

When I hand my panties to Jane she always goes through a little ritual of opening them up so she has got a clear view of the crotch. She views the wetness, and shakes her head disapprovingly. This always causes my lower lip to pout, and I am genuinely ashamed of myself.

To make matters worse she then passes them over to Ben who repeats the routine. He then likes to make me even more mortified by lifting my panties up to his nose and inhaling my aroma.

Once they have completed the panties routine, and I am totally naked, I must assume my lurid ‘position'. I place my hands on my head, push my elbows back, and thrust my perky little breasts forward. Then I open my legs wide and wait. They then take the time to inspect my pubic area to ensure I am freshly shaven. If they feel the stubble is too long it is reason for additional punishment.

Initially it was always only Jane who inspected my pubic region, but now she shares the task with Ben. The whole process is torturingly humiliating, but is more so when it is Ben touching my genital area. Especially as it is evident through the bulge in his trousers that he is erect. Although the purpose for touching my pubes is supposedly to check that I am freshly shaven, both Jane and Ben always manage to ‘accidentally' rub the back of their hand, or a finger, against my swollen lips and clitoris. On such occasions I struggle to stop myself from pushing my hips forward in an attempt to increase the pressure of their touch.

They both know well that these humiliation and punishment rituals are very sexually stimulating for me. However they never allow it to become overt, and is never spoken of outside of the punishment sessions. It would therefore be very poor form for me to act in a manner that was clearly, and overtly, sexual. I had the impression that if I thrust my hips forward they would be very disapproving, and the resulting punishment would be severe.

Once the inspection of my genitalia is complete I am pulled over Jane's knee without ceremony and given a short, sharp spanking. I must then thank her for the spanking before walking on my knees over to Ben to get a repeat dose. I then thank him also for the spanking. They know that I will shortly be on my way home to Michael and therefore take care to ensure my backside is not too tanned. In fact by the time I arrive home most of the redness is gone, although my buttocks are sensitive enough to remind me I what I have been through.

I think Ben and Jane know that the humiliating ritual they put me through is almost worse than the actual spanking, therefore do not feel any need to make the spanking lengthy or overly painful.

Once they have finished spanking me I stand up in front of Jane and she takes the folded bundle of my clothes and methodically dresses me like a little child. Even to the extent of giving me a pat on my bottom to send me on my way home.

When I arrive home I am always on a high and feeling very sexual. I struggle to wait until bedtime so that I can make love to my husband, Michael. Since my punishment sessions commenced my sexual appetite has skyrocketed, much to Michael's amazement, and extreme pleasure. When we have sex I love to feel his rough hands touching my tender buttocks. It makes my orgasms explosive.

Whenever Michael is going away on business, which tends to be every three weeks or so, my Parents in Law always invite me over for dinner. I know I will also be punished. What I do not know is how I will be punished. Ben and Jane always try to vary these sessions to find new ways of humiliating and punishing me.

On one of these dinner sessions, about six weeks ago, I arrived sharply at 6.30 as instructed. Jane said she had forgotten to get something for dinner and asked if I wanted to ride in the car with her to the supermarket. I was always wary of being in the house alone with Ben therefore readily agreed.

Jane backed out of the garage onto the road, but did not drive off. She turned her head towards me and looked me straight in the eye.

“Take down your jeans and panties and lower them to your knees.”

I was shocked. Up until now my humiliation had always been conducted within the confines of my Parents in Law's home. And I always felt this is where it would remain. I was totally unprepared for Jane's request and sat there stunned, unable and unwilling to move.

“Take down your jeans and panties and lower them to your knees” She repeated herself slowly, as if talking to a child who was struggling to understand the request

I wanted to say something to her about the inappropriateness of what she was asking of me, but as is often the case in these types of situations, words failed me.

I inhaled a few deep breaths, then reached down and unbuckled the belt of my jeans, and unfastened the fly. As inconspicuously as I could I raised my bum off the seat so that I could lower my jeans and panties. As I lowered my backside I felt the roughness and cold of the car seat pressing against my nakedness.

“Lower them to your knees, as I asked”

I lowered my jeans and panties until they were bunched on my knees. Jane then reached into the glove box of the car and pulled out a box of tissues, removing several of them.

She leaned towards me with the tissues in her hand.

“Raise your bottom” Jane requested.

I looked back at her, frowning with confusion.

“Raise your bottom so I can put these tissues under you. I don't want you secreting your juices on my car seat, do I?”

Oh my God. How utterly and totally humiliating. Her propensity for finding new ways to humiliate me knew no boundaries.

I raised my bottom and felt totally foolish as she carefully laid the tissues under me. Once completed Jane set off for the supermarket

I began to get uneasy as we turned onto roads where there was more traffic. I was mortified that someone would look into the car while we drove pass and see my nakedness.

Jane could see the apprehension written all over my face

“Don't even think of pulling your jeans up. If you do you will receive a severe punishment.”

I hung my head and stared at the crumpled heap of clothing at my knees. I was afraid to look up in case I saw someone looking down at my naked thighs. We travelled the rest of the way to the supermarket in silence. As we arrived at the supermarket car park Jane drove past empty car parks until she found one that was directly under a light. She looked over at me with a self-satisfied smile

“Back shortly” Jane disappeared into the supermarket to do her shopping.

I furtively began looking around the car park, carefully watching for people moving about. If someone walked beside the car I would be fully exposed to them. What if it was somebody I knew. I then spotted a mother with her young daughter heading directly towards our car. In a blind panic I pulled my panties and jeans up. I did not have time to fasten them, but rested my hands in front of my pelvis to conceal myself.

As the woman walked right past the car she looked over at me and gave me a polite smile of acknowledgement. I sheepishly smiled back.

Once the woman and child were out of sight I looked over to the supermarket and spotted Jane walking towards me. I frantically lowered my jeans and panties, trying not to make it obvious to Jane what I was doing.

Jane placed the groceries in the back seat of the car, hoped into the driver's seat, and drove away without a word.

I silently blew a heavy sigh of relief. That was close. Almost busted.

We drove in total silence

We were nearly two-thirds of the way home when my Mother in Law pulled the car over to the side of the road.

She then turned to me and looked at me in anger

“You pulled your panties and jeans up, didn't you?”

Oh darn. This was not good.

“Yes Ma'am. But you don't understand. There was a mother and child walking directly past the car. They would have seen my nakedness.”

“No you do not understand, Kym. When I give you an instruction, you know you must obey it. Now give me your belt.”

I tried hard not to cry, but couldn't help sniffling. I pulled the belt out of my jeans and reticently handed it over to my Mother in Law. With the belt held in her hand Jane got out of the car and walked around to my door. As she opened my door she unfastened my seatbelt and before I knew it she had pulled me out of the car.

I grabbed hold of the car to maintain my balance as my jeans and panties were around my knees and very much restricting my movement.

With one hand on my shoulder she roughly turned me to face the car. Then to my mortification she reached down and lowered my jeans and panties to my ankles, exposing me even further. Even though the road was in an industrial area, and not a main thoroughfare, there was still a good chance of a vehicle driving past.

I then felt the bite of my own belt across my bare backside, and it caused me to cry out. Jane was not holding back. The spanks came fast and furious. Gone was her normal methodical approach of alternating the spanks between buttocks. Even my thighs were not spared. I buried my head in my arms on the side of car and tried to stifle my tears.

I heard the toot of a horn and looked up to find that a motor vehicle with two young teenagers in had driven past. They must have appreciated the view as they did a U turn and drove back past slowly. Even though it was semi-darkness they would have been able to see my naked backside was getting a damn good spanking. Jane continued on, undeterred by the sightseers.

Finally she stopped. My buttocks and thighs were on fire

“Take off your jeans and panties”

I quickly complied, and handed them to my Mother in Law.

“Now get in the car”

The car seat felt like sandpaper against my buttocks, and I let out a low groan. The tissues were gone, and had obviously fallen out when I was pulled from the car. Jane noticed this.

“Are you wet?”

“No Ma'am”. I wasn't lying. Normally I am swollen and wet when I am humiliated, but what I had just received was a straight out punishment for misbehaving. It had happened so quickly, and been so severe that I was not sexually stimulated.

“Let me check. I am not sure I can trust you tonight”

With that she held her hand out in front of my pelvis. Reluctantly I slide my legs open to give her access to my vagina

“Lift up”

Gripping the sides of the seat I lifted myself up, careful to keep my legs spread. Embarrassingly she ran her fingers up and down my pubic lips several times. I willed myself not to become stimulated.

Even though I was sure I was dry she did not seem satisfied. Or perhaps it was just for the humiliation she knew it would cause me. She pulled more tissues from the box and placed them under me.

Satisfied that I was now not going to stain the fabric on her car seat she started the car, and drove the rest of the journey in silence.

Once back at their house Jane drove into the garage and turned the engine off.

“Get out of the car, close the garage door, then come inside and tell Ben why you have been punished.” Jane then exited the vehicle, my jeans, belt and panties in her hand.

I looked out the back of the car and could see the roadway through the open garage door. My Parents in Law's garage and house is off the road a bit, probably about forty yards. But close enough for anyone to get a clear view if they should look down the driveway. The road appeared deserted. Quickly I leapt out of the car and raced to the garage door. For what seemed an eternity I struggled to find the cord to pull the door closed, but finally completed the task. I then made my way into the warmth of the house.

Jane was in the kitchen completing her preparations for dinner. She ignored my presence. Meekly I put my head around the corner into the lounge and spotted Ben sitting in his favourite chair reading the newspaper. I gingerly walked over to him, only too aware of my nakedness from the waist down. Ben's face was hidden by the newspaper. I waited patiently, but he continued to read, seemingly unaware I was there.

I coughed polite to attract his attention. Ben slowly lowered the newspaper and looked at me enquiringly. If he was surprised by my nakedness he did not show it

“Yes Kym?” he enquired politely, but with a detectable hint of smugness.

“I have been punished by…your wife.” I knew I was not to address my Mother in Law as Jane during our punishment sessions

“And may I ask why?”

“Because I did not keep my jeans and panties down at my knees as asked”

“And how were you punished?” Ben was clearly enjoying the Question and Answer time.

“I was made to stand naked beside the car while your wife spanked me with my own belt”

“And did anybody see you?”

“Yes sir. I think two teenagers saw me getting spanked and drove back a second time”. This was gut-wrenchingly humiliating. But now that I was back in the safety of my Parents in Law's house, having to recount the incident, I was finding the sexual excitement that had been previously absent. I squeezed my legs together and could feel the genital puffiness of early stimulation.

“Turn around and let me have look at the belt marks on you bum.”

“Yes sir” I turned around, and lifted my top up so he could get a good clear view of my backside.

“Did you cry?”

“Yes sir. I tried to be brave and strong like you want me to be. But it hurt heaps and I could not help sobbing”

“Did you wet the seat of my car?” Jane yelled from the kitchen, so loud that I was sure the neighbours would hear.

“No Ma'am.”

“No what?”

“No Ma'am, I did not wet the seat of your car.” Jane could totally humiliate me just with her words

“You know I do not trust you tonight. Go and fetch the tissues so that I can inspect them.”

Flushed with embarrassment I walked back to the garage, rummaged around in the car to find the tissues I had been sitting on, then returned them to the kitchen where my Mother in Law was waiting from me. I placed the tissues on the kitchen bench, then stood silently, waiting, hands by my side. I felt like such a little child.

Finally Jane finished stirring the pot on the stove, and nonchantly turned to where I had placed the tissues. She made a real show of inspecting each tissue for any sign of dampness. Then to be doubly sure she brought them to her nose and sniffed.

“All right, I believe you on this occasion. Now take off the rest of your clothes”.

I removed my blouse and bra so that I was totally naked.

“Now set the table for me”

“Yes ma'am”

We then sat down to eat. I was very self-conscious, being totally nude while we chatted away and ate our meal. I tried to act normally but it was damn hard. I was also very aware of my tender backside and thighs. I was not comfortable in my chair, but tried not to wriggle around too much.

Once the meal was finished and we had cleaned up, I was expecting to be taken into the lounge for further punishment. But as I mentioned, my Parents in Law have developed the habit of varying my punishments during these evening sessions.

Ben pointed to the side door that went out into the back yard. “I want you to go out into the yard and wait for me to come out. I want to have a cup of coffee first, and then I will be out to finish your punishment.”

I stood aghast. Even though high fences enclosed the yard, the neighbouring houses were close by.

“And stand in the middle of the yard where we can see you.”

Again the boundaries were being pushed by my Parents in Law. However I did not even attempt to argue the point. I knew better than that. Gingerly I opened the back door and peered out into the yard. The lights from the neighbours meant the yard was surprisingly well lit.

I walked to the middle of the yard. Even though I knew the neighbours could not see me I still felt very vulnerable and exposed. I looked up at the kitchen window and saw Jane and Ben both staring at me as they drank their coffee. I stood with my hands crossed in front of my breasts, partly because it was cool outside, but also it preserved some of my modesty if a nosey neighbour happened to peek over the fence.

Eventually I heard the door open and saw Ben approaching me. He held my belt in his hand.

“Raise your arms straight up in the air”, he commanded

I hastily obeyed

“You are to receive a further six spanks with the belt. If you do not keep your arms straight above your head I will start over again. Is that clear.”

“Yes Sir”

“If you do not want the neighbours looking over the fence to investigate you will remain very still and allow me to deliver the six spanks quickly.”

“Yes Sir, I will try very hard sir” I gritted my teeth and steeled myself for the first blow. I knew from Jane's spanking that the belt would be painful.

And it was. The first spank caused the air to expel from my lungs with a whoosh. I bit my lip so as to not cry out. I was paranoid that if I made an anguished noise a neighbour would surely come and investigate. The noise of the belt connecting with my backside was loud enough.

The subsequent five spanks followed in quick succession, and I suspect Ben was taking it a little easy on me. As the last blow connected I heard the noise of a neighbour opening a door and walking outside. I bolted inside the house like a frightened deer, which made Ben chuckle.

That evening signalled a significant development in the punishment sessions delivered by my Parents in Law as they have moved outside the sanctuary of their home to deliver the punishment.

On three further occasions Jane has taken me for a drive in the car before dinner, usually under the pretext of having to get something she had forgotten for the meal. Once we pull out onto the road way she directs me to lower my jeans. On the last occasion I was wearing a dress, and thought I would get away with pulling it up around my waist. However she made me remove it, and my panties, totally. She then made me open my legs as wide as the confines of the car would allow. As we drove we passed close to several vehicles and I blushed with shame. But I hate to admit it; I was also becoming very excited.

I was now more relaxed with these outdoor excursions, and as the nervousness subsided it was replaced with sexual excitement. The thought of being caught in this compromising position was become an aphrodisiac for me.

The worst part was as I became sexually excited I also became very wet below, and Jane had abandoned the humiliating exercise of making me sit on tissues as I had proved I could be a good girl while sitting butt naked in her car.

On these drives my Mother in Law would always find a dark street where she would pull over and make me get out of the car so that she could administer a punishment to me. On this last occasion she acted very angry when she glanced down at the car seat and saw the wet spot. I received a double punishment, and was made to clean the car seat in the nude when I got home.

My punishment sessions were taken to another level last week when I travelled away for the weekend with my Parents in Law. Michael was going to be away for several days on business so Jane and Ben suggested to their son that I come away with them for a few days break. Knowing how much I was seeing of his parents, Ben knew I would be delighted and happily agreed on my behalf. In truth, if the decision had been left up to me I would have still gone.

And it turned out to be a very memorable occasion.

Punished by Parents in Law Part 7

All week I was excited by the prospect of my weekend away with my Parents in Law, Jane and Ben. I had absolutely no idea what lay ahead of me, but that only served to increase the anticipation. I hate to admit it but I could feel my knickers getting damp just visualising what they may do to me. I enquired a couple of times from Jane as to what our itinerary was, but she just smiled back at me and said nothing.

“But how will I know what clothes to take?” I enquired curiously

“Oh, I think you will need little clothing.” It was an innocent enough response from Jane but I blushed at the underlying connotations.

On the Friday evening my husband, Michael, dropped me off at his parents house on his way to his business meeting. Michael had no sooner departed when my Parents in Law informed me we were about to drive to the airport. It had been a long time since I had flown and I was excited by the prospect. We threw the suitcases in the boot of the car and set off, Ben driving, Jane in the front passenger seat, and myself in the backseat.

“Where are we going?” I enquired like an excited child.

“Well, wouldn't you like to know”, Jane responded with her usual big grin. “It is a surprise.” The tone of Jane's voice changed. “Now, young lady. You know how I expect you to be behaving when you are in our car. You don't want me to pull over on the side of this busy road and punish you for being such a disobedient Daughter in Law.”

I blushed yet again. Jane was of course referring to the fact that whenever I travelled with her in the car I always had to have my bare backside on the seat. Without hesitation I unzipped my snug-fitting stretch jeans and wriggled them down over my backside and down to my knees. My knickers then followed suit.

Jane looked over my shoulder to check that I had obeyed correctly. She smiled when she noticed I had pushed them right down to my knees, as she requires. Jane then rummaged in the glovebox and when she turned around again she had several tissues in her hand. This was always so degrading. My Mother in Law would put tissues under me when I sat naked in the car, as she knew I became so sexually stimulated that my juices would secrete onto her car seat. The only difference this time was that I was going to have to do it myself, as Jane could not reach.

Sheepishly I took the tissues from her, raised my backside off the seat, and carefully laid the tissues under me before settling down again. The drive to the airport proceeded without further incident.

As we approached the airport carpark I became increasingly nervous as there were many people moving around and the area was well lighted. As we pulled into the carpark I was frantic, but dared not move.

Then to my absolute relief Jane turned to me, “Pull those pants up, you naughty little hussy. Showing yourself off like that to everybody.”

I responded in a flash and my knickers and jeans were back in place in record time.

We were only in the airport lounge a short time when our flight was called, not that I had any idea what our flight was. It was not until we were seated in the aircraft and our Captain welcomed us to our flight to Ohio that I found out our destination. This gave me goose bumps, as I knew that Ben's business partner, John, and his wife, Debbie, lived in Ohio. John and Debbie were the only people, aside from my boss, Geoff, who had witnessed first hand my being punished by my Parents in Law. I wanted to ask if we were going to be meeting with John and Debbie, but felt it would be no use, as they would not tell me anyway.

On the flight the three of us were seated together, with me in the middle and Jane and Ben either side. Once we were in the air United served us with drinks and a snack, then we settled back to enjoy the flight. I pulled the airline blanket over me, lowered my seat back, and closed my eyes.

I felt Jane's hand gently touch my shoulder, and as I turned lazily to face her she whispered into my ear, “Remove your shoes”

I obeyed

“Now go into the toilet and remove your knickers, and hand them to me when you get back.”

I looked at my Mother in Law, embarrassed by her request. But also exhilarated. I knew this was all part of the game she played with me. She knew how to push the right buttons to make me humiliated but also sexually excited.

I clambered awkwardly over Ben, who was smiling knowingly at me. This was obviously pre-planned by my Parents in Law. In the toilet I did a nervous pee before removing my knickers. Once my jeans were back in place I stuffed my knickers in my pocket and made my way back to my seat.

Again I had to clamber awkwardly over Ben as he made little effort to make room for me to reach my seat. Once seated I reached into my pocket, extracted my knickers, and went to hand them to Jane

“Put them back in your pocket” Jane commanded quietly. I frowned at her confused, but obeyed.

“Now stand up, and hand me your knickers like a good young lady should.” I was so embarrassed, as I was sure neighbouring passengers could not have helped but overhear my Mother in Law's request.

Gingerly I stood up, extricated my knickers from my pocket once again, and holding them in a tight ball in my fist passed them to my Mother in Law's open hand. To my horror she let the ball unravel in her open palm, so that it was clearly evident to anybody watching that she was holding a pair of knickers.

“Good girl”, she smiled, as she placed my knickers in the pouch of the seat in front of her.

Hastily I sat down, pulled the blanket over me, and settled back once again.

“Now remove your jeans to your knees”

I was mortified by this request. Although I had a blanket on my lap, it would make me very vulnerable to exposure. My heartbeat increased, but damn it all, so did my excitement.

Trying to look as inconspicuous as I could I reached under my blanket and unzipped my jeans, and very gradually edged them over my buttocks and down my thighs to my knees, being very careful to ensure my blanket stayed in position. Once the task was completed I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into my seat, trying to act normally. However my Mother in Law was not finished with me yet. She wanted to take my humiliation a few steps further yet.

“Have you completed the task”?

“Yes ma'am”

“Show me.”

I looked around to ensure no one was obviously staring at me before carefully lifting up the side of the blanket so that Jane got a peek of my naked thighs.

“Good girl. Are you wet?”

I couldn't believe this woman. Would she never let up? And to make matters worse I knew I was sexually excited and my lips were swollen, which meant I was in distinct danger of leaving a wet spot on the seat.

“I am excited,” I confessed

“Which means you are probably wet” My Mother in Law pressed the issue, speaking too loudly for my liking.

“Yes Ma'am” I admitted in defeat.

She gave me the same sort of look a mother would give a naughty child who had just spilled her ice cream. Jane then reached into her handbag and conveniently produced some tissues.

“Am I going to have to do it for you?” Jane enquired, holding the tissues in front of me.

“No Ma'am. I will.” I virtually snatched the tissues from her, and again tried to look totally inconspicuous as I raised my butt slightly and placed the tissues under me.

I again relaxed back into my seat, half expecting my Mother in Law to make further demands, but fortunately she did not. Half way through the flight I needed to pee again but decided it would be in my best interests to hold it in until we had landed. Jane made me wait until the flight had hit the runway before allowing me to pull my jeans back up again. As we departed our seats my Mother in Law took out my knickers and dropped them on my seat, on top of the pile of slightly soiled tissues. Very embarrassing!

At the airport we picked up a rental vehicle, and as we drove from the airport Jane looked back at me. She did not need to say a word. I lowered my jeans, and at least did not have to worry about my knickers. I even reached over so that she could hand me some fresh tissues. I actually fell asleep with my trousers at my knees, exposed to passer-by's.

When I awoke we were driving along a bumpy roadway, and looked around to see that we were on a small ranch, and were heading up to the homestead.

Jane looked over and noticed I was awake. “You had better pull your jeans up little lady.”

I was so groggy from my sleep that I had forgotten about my nakedness. Hastily I made myself presentable.

As we drove up to the house I noticed Ben's business partner, John, and his young wife Debbie, standing on the porch waving at us. I groaned inwardly with trepidation. I could well remember the mixture of disgust and unbelieving fascination that Betty had displayed when she and John witnessed my discipline at the home of my Parents in Law. To make matters worse there was also another young couple standing on the porch beside Betty.

I was plainly very uncomfortably, not to mention embarrassed, as everyone greeted each other with great warmth. I was introduced to the young couple, who turned out to be Rachael, Debbie's eighteen year old youngest sister who was on vacation for a few days, and her boyfriend Troy who looked to be a similar age.

It was very late at night so we all retired very soon after our arrival, and I was relieved my Parents in Law made no further demands of me. I was a little dismayed to find I was sharing a room with Rachael and Troy, however everyone was so weary that sleep came easily.

The next day we awoke to glorious sunshine and sat outside having a leisurely cooked breakfast. Rachael and Troy turned out to be a very friendly, outgoing couple and we quickly bonded. Late-morning we decided we would all go horse riding, which was great for me as I had never ridden a horse before. We had a lot of laughs as I helped Rachael and Troy round up the horses and they showed me how to put the saddles on. They had plenty of horses, enough for all seven of us to go riding.

To be honest, I would have preferred to just go off riding with Rachael and Troy. I was constantly weary when I was in the company of my Parents in Law. I never knew what embarrassing big surprise they would hatch up for me. However I hoped that there would be safety for me in numbers. I should have known better!

Riding a horse turned out to be a lot of fun, although a little tough on the backside. We rode into the hills for a couple of hours before stopping beside a picturesque little lake for a picnic lunch we had bought along with us. The isolation and peacefulness was such a wonderful contrast to the city life I was use to.

After lunch Rachael, Troy and I played in the huge rock formations beside the lake. I really did feel like a young teenager again. It was great to let go the burden of adulthood and feel like a free spirit.

By the time the 3 of us rejoined my Parents in Law and John and Debbie we were all hot and sweaty.

“Why don't you 3 young ones have a swim in the lake before we head off.” Debbie suggested.

I was not sure if Debbie was trying to be sarcastic by grouping me in with the ‘young ones', considering her and I were about the same age, however I knew better than to react.

Rachael and Troy jumped at the idea and were soon stripping off their outer clothing. Both were wearing boxer shorts, and Rachael had a full sports bra supporting her surprisingly full breasts. Being a typical woman I felt a small snippet of envy that she was almost two bra cup sizes bigger than me. Importantly their undergarments were not revealing so they were happy to strip off in front of strangers and dive into the lake.

I, unfortunately, was not in such a happy position. For one thing, I was not even wearing a bra. Since I have small perky breasts I often go braless under my tee shirt.

Plus my knickers were a very small pink lacy thong that left very little to the imagination, if you know what I mean. When we dressed this morning I had no idea we were even going to be riding horses, let alone swimming in a lake. I felt a bit annoyed that Rachael or Troy hadn't given some sort of warning as to what we might be doing for the day. I could have at least had the opportunity to dress more appropriately. As it was I felt more than a little foolish as Rachael and Troy waved at me to join them in the lake.

All four of the ‘adults' turned to look at me expectantly.

“Aren't you joining them Kym?” John enquired.

“No thanks” I responded coyly

“Of course you are.” Jane jumped in. “Now strip off and get in that lake”

Knowing Jane, she sensed I did not have appropriate undergarments, therefore was not going to miss the opportunity to cause me embarrassment.

“No!” I responded petulantly

All four stared at me, and I began to sense I had started a battle of wits that I had no chance of winning. I decide honesty was my best method of eliciting sympathy.

“Unfortunately I am not wearing a bra.” I tried to be as polite as possible. “And unfortunately my panties are very brief. Therefore I am just not dressed appropriately for a swim. Besides I don't see you four stripping off to your underwear and diving into the lake.”

I didn't mean to say the last sentence. I just felt a brief flash of indignation that I was the only one being picked on, and the words just blurted out. I immediately regretted it, but it was too late.

I expected my Mother in Law to explode, but surprisingly she just beckoned with her finger for me to come and stand in front of her. I couldn't help noticing Debbie had a wicked little grin on her face. She knew I was in trouble and was obviously pleased with this little development.

I took the few small steps until I was standing in front of the four seated adults. If I had felt like a teenager earlier when playing in the rocks, I now felt like a ten year old.

“Do you know what happens to my Daughter in Law when she disobeys an order.” Jane spoke quietly but with authority

I closed my eyes in shame “Yes Ma'am”

“What happens?” Jane was going to drag it out of me.

“She gets punished Ma'am”

“Correct. She certainly does. Now unless you want a double dose I suggest you strip off real quick and join the kids in the lake. We will deal with our little problem later.”

I could not believe how dumb I had behaved. I had let my modesty get in the way of my good behaviour. I could have kicked myself. If I had just gone for the swim in the first place I would not have set myself up for a punishment.

I went to walk over to the rocks a few yards away to get some privacy but Jane intervened. “Get undressed right here girl. We are not going to sit around here waiting all day while you throw your tantrums”

My ears burned. As quick as I could I lowered my jeans, revealing my pink lacy thong. Then I pulled my tee shirt off in one movement and quickly dashed towards the relative safety of the lake.

“Kym, you come back!” my Mother in Law barked

I froze mid-step, turned, and took the long walk back to where Jane, Ben, John and Debbie were seated on the sand. All sets of eyes seemed to be soaking up my semi-nudity.

“What is that you are wearing?” Jane was pointing at my knickers

“It is my thong Ma'am” I looked down at the sand to hide my embarrassment.

“Is that appropriate wear for a ranch?”

I badly wanted to raise the point that when I dressed in the morning I had not given any thought as to what activities I would be doing during the day, but I well knew that a respectful Daughter in Law does not argue the point.

“No Ma'am”

“I think not” Jane waved me away, having made her point. I turned and headed back to the lake. As I looked out to the water I realised that both Rachael and Troy had stopped swimming and were ogling my semi-nude body, seemingly disbelieving I would be brazen enough to go swimming in only a lacy thong.

Although the water was cold I was thankful for the protection it afforded me from prying eyes. I tried to relax and play with Troy and Rachael, but I found it hard to put the thought of the upcoming punishment out of my head. As always, the anticipation whipped my contrasting emotions up to fever pitch, and my body began to feel warm despite the cold water temperature.

Not surprisingly I did not want to leave the safety of the water, but all too soon John was beckoning for us to come ashore. Troy and Rachael bounded out of water and joined the others, where Debbie had a couple of towels waiting. Due to my reluctance I took my time exiting, which was probably a mistake as by the time I left the water all sets of eyes were firmly focused on me.

Due to the cold water I had goosebumps and my nipples were hard. But the worse part was the water had sucked the flimsy material of the thong into my pussy lips, which meant the contours of my vagina were clearly outlined. I made a beeline for the towels.

Jane pulled me up short. “Are you wet young lady?”

I stared at her mortified, but when I saw the big grin on her face I realised she was playing with me.

“Yes Ma'am, the water was very wet” I hoped Rachael and Troy had no idea of the double connotation, although it was not missed by Debbie and John who both joined in on the joke

“Well, you can stay wet until we have dealt with you young lady.” Jane was right in her element and playing me like a fiddle. This last comment certainly wiped the smile off my face.

Young Rachel and Troy both gave me a curious glance, obviously wondering what on earth was going on. They finished drying themselves and redressed, which only served to make me feel worse as everybody was now fully clothed and I was standing there dressed only in a skimpy thong and dripping wet. I nervously nibbled on a fingernail while my other hand covered my breasts from prying eyes.

Jane held out her hand towards me but said nothing.

“What?” I did not know what she was referring to but feared the worse.

“Take off those disgusting things that you think pass for panties”

I was right to fear the worse. My eyes scanned the excited onlookers. Troy looked like he was about to cum in his trousers and was probably glad he was no longer only wearing boxer shorts.

As is so often the case recently, I hung my head in defeat. With trembling arms I gripped the sides of my thong, lowered them to my ankles and stepped out. I then scooped them up off the sand and passed them to the waiting hand of my Mother in Law. With little effort she tore the thong in half and placed the remains in her pocket. I briefly thought that this was the second pair of knickers I had lost this trip, and at this rate I may well run out before the weekend is up. However I struggled to see the funny side of my own little wittism.

When I stood up and handed my thong to Jane I had one hand covering my pubic region, while the other arm again covered my breasts once I had handed over the thong.

“Naughty young ladies do not deserve to hide their modesty.” Jane's eyes were piercing straight through me.

I knew what was coming next, and I am totally ashamed to say I felt a degrading bolt of sexual excitement flash through my body.

“Assume your position young lady”

Even though I knew it was coming, my Mother in Law's command still hit me like a hammer blow. It was so humiliating for me to be asked to do this in front of all these people, standing beside a lake and dripping wet. But especially in front of Rachael and Troy, who were only teenagers and 11 years younger than my 29 years.

I inhaled several very deep breaths as I worked up the courage to do what I must do. Slowly I raised my arms, placed my hands on my head, pushed my elbows back and thrust my breasts forward. I even sucked in my tummy and filled my chest with air in an attempt to swell my breasts out even more as I was only too aware of the fact that they are smaller than young Rachael's. Very much a female ego thing.

I then started opening my legs, sliding my feet along the sand as I did so. I did not stop until I had my legs splayed as wide as they could go, as I did not want to have to suffer the extra indignation of being directed by my Mother in Law to open them wider. When I was finally in position I looked up at my audience. Rachael had a look of pure shock on her face, much as her older sister had when she first witnessed my little act of total surrender. Young Troy could not believe his luck, and was clearly ecstatic at this unforeseen turn of events. I bet he never thought for a moment that a simple horse-riding trip could have ended up in such an offbeat erotic manner.

The other men, my Father in Law and John, were also making no attempt to hide their pleasure that a young lady was performing in such an overtly sexual manner in front of them, displaying all of her private parts. It mattered little to Ben that the woman was his son's wife.

For my Mother in Law and Debbie I think it was the intoxicating pleasure of being able to wield so much power over another female. Akin to training a pet poodle, yet a lot more fun. I noticed Debbie whisper into Jane's ear, and Jane nodded in agreement.

Debbie went and sat on a rock, and I knew what it was they had agreed on.

Debbie patted her lap. “This is where I want you” was her simple command.

With head hung I walked over to Debbie. I was about to be spanked by a woman of my own age, and despite everything I have endured, I still found it gut-wrenchingly difficult to give myself over to her. I did not feel I should have to submit to her in this manner as I had never done anything to make her upset, and therefore did not deserve to be punished.

I therefore stood beside her in defiance, and did not go over her lap even though she gestured for me to do so.

Debbie could sense my reticence. “Do you want a double dose?”

Boy, had she been getting lessons from my Mother in Law

“No Ma'am” My lip pouted

“Well get over my lap this instant”

I was not good at winning these battles, and this was another one that had ended in abject defeat for me. I flopped myself over Debbie's lap, my buttocks proudly on display. My wet body clung to her jeans. Without ceremony she laid into my poor backside with unrestrained vigour. My buttocks were still wet from my swimming and the water seemed to make the spanking even more painful, if that was possible.

The spanking was so vigorous that Debbie had reduced me to tears and soon I was balling like a baby, begging for forgiveness. I tried to squirm from her lap but her free hand held me in place. My legs were kicking in the air but I tried to keep my knees together as I did not want to give people an eyeful of my vagina, as that would have been as humiliating as the spanking.

Just when I thought she would never stop, she did. My buttocks were on fire, and I continued to sob long after the spanking stopped. Gradually I regained my composure and stood up. I could feel the tears on my cheeks and knew that my nose was running. I must have looked a real sight.

“Give Debbie a hug and thank her for your spanking” It was my Mother in Law speaking, again not missing an opportunity to humiliate me just that little bit more.

I lent over and hugged Debbie.

“Thank you for my spanking” I sniffled, having to wipe my nose with the back of my hand for fear of dribbling on her.

“That's all right little one” Debbie responded with a condescending smile.

“You look a right mess,” Jane spoke. “Go and clean yourself up in the lake before we return.

The coolness of the lake was wonderful on my inflamed backside, but I then had to endure everybody ogling at my nudity again as I exited from the lake and dried myself off with the towel

Although they allowed me to put my top back on to protect me from the sun, I was made to ride back to the ranch house naked from the waist down, with only a towel to protect my sensitive buttocks from the harshness of the saddle. I have heard it said that some women find the rhythm of riding a horse erotic, but I was too damn embarrassed, and had such a tender backside, that I found it far from enjoyable.

When we finally arrived back at the house I was so tender that I found it difficult to walk properly, much to everybody's amusement. I was made to remain naked from the waist down once inside the house and was even too tender to sit down, which ensured my pubic area and buttocks remained in constant view of everybody.

I noticed young Rachael and Troy disappearing into our bedroom, then a short time later Rachael was at the bedroom door beckoning me to join them. Given my semi-nakedness I was a little reluctant to go into the bedroom, but then decided it could hardly be worse than standing around the house feeling sorry for myself.

Once in the bedroom Rachael closed the door. Her and Troy exchanged embarrassed glances

“What's up?” I enquired

“We were wondering if you would like us to rub some oil on your tender backside. We feel so sorry for you.”

“What, both of you.”

“Yes” Troy piped in, clearly very keen to help out.

I knew that I should have refused right away. That would have been the smart thing. But my buttocks and inner thighs were extremely chaffed

“I guess it would be nice if you rubbed me Rachael, but I do not think it would be right if Troy touched me in such an intimate area. I am, after all, a married woman.

“Oh, please Kym” Troy begged “I promise to be good.”

Yes, I am a dumb woman, but I was moved by his desire. And he was a hunk of an 18 year old. Plus the thought of having these two young nubiles wanting to massage my buttocks was flattering.

“Well okay, but you behave yourself young man.”

They were both delighted and actually gave me a hug. I then laid face down on the bed, and soon felt cool oil being squirted on my buttocks. Two sets of hands then began massaging me. Despite my apprehensiveness I soon relaxed as it felt great and was very soothing. I tried to keep track of Troy's hand movements to ensure they did not get too close to the crack of my buttocks, but as time went, and I became even more relaxed, it became too difficult so I gave up. I had my legs tightly closed anyway, I rationalised through my increasing haze.

I was aware that fingers were probing closer to my anus and pushing down between my thighs, but I was in such a relaxed bliss that it was easier for me to dismiss it as my own paranoia. Then I felt a finger touch my anus, and I clenched my buttocks.

“Please stop,” I whispered

“Shhh, relax. You deserve to be pampered” It was Rachael's voice.

I kept my buttocks clenched but with all the massaging oil it proved little resistance, and I felt a finger press pass my anus and enter me. It was the first time in my life that I had been penetrated in my back passage, and despite the initial shock I had to admit it felt good. The finger slowly slid in and out while hands continued to massage my buttocks and thighs

Damn, it felt great. Soon I found myself relaxing my buttocks and the finger slid in and out of my anus with greater ease. I wanted to look over my shoulder to check the finger belonged to Rachael, but another part of me was afraid to know. I decide to relax and enjoy the experience. This was just reward for the experience I had just been put through.

After a long period of massage and anal stimulation I was in such a relaxed sexual haze. My clit was swollen and I could feel myself becoming increasingly lubricated.

“Get up on all fours so we can massage the inside of your thighs” Rachael whispered into my ear

“Are you sure?” My mind was a haze and I was not thinking straight, therefore sought assurance from Rachael.

“Yes, come on. You will be fine. You do trust me, don't you?” Rachael enquired in a soft, soothing tone.”

“Of course I do, but I am not sure…..”

Even though I was still debating the point I felt two sets of hands gripping my pelvis and chest, raising me up so that I was on my hands and knees. I did not fight them and even assisted myself into position, but once there realised how exposed I had allowed myself to be. I ensured my legs were firmly closed.

“You stand beside me young man” I turned and spoke to Troy. “I don't want you to go peeking between my legs. I have been embarrassed enough for one day.”

“Sure thing, Kym.” He gave me a big reassuring grin.

I was still unsure if I had done the right thing but soon felt soothing hands rubbing my back, buttocks, and inner thighs. Again my eyes began to glaze over as I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. Fingers again began probing towards my anus and soon I felt the familiar warmth as my back passage was entered. I also felt another hand massaging closer and closer to my vaginal lips. It felt great but I knew it was wrong.

“Don't,” I quietly protested

“Shhh” was the response.

Soon an oily hand was resting at the entrance to my vagina

“Please don't,” I again protested.

But even as I was protesting I felt a couple of fingers slide easily into my vagina with no resistance. I knew I would be well lubricated. I always am when stimulated. I tried to protest again but instead of words all that came out of my mouth was a low groan. I knew it was so wrong what I was letting this couple of 18 year olds do to me. But it felt just so great.

As the fingers rhythmically slid in and out of both passages I felt my breathing becoming more rapid. I was horrified that an orgasm was building within me, but powerless to stop myself. I began gasping and pushing my body back towards the invading fingers. Then all hell let loose as the bedroom door swung open.

For a moment the scene was frozen as all 3 of us looked at the door wide eyed. The faces of all 4 adults were leering down at us. No! No! My brained screamed as I took a quick glance behind me. Rachael and Troy were frozen to the spot. Rachael with a finger in my anus, and Troy with his fingers disappearing into my vagina. Talk about Pooh Bear getting caught with his fingers in the honey pot.

I looked back at the 4 adults again. John looked amazed. Debbie looked pleased that I had proven myself to be the wanton hussy she always knew I was. My Father in Law just leered at me, as if he wouldn't mind a piece of the action. My Mother in Law, however, for once, seemed genuinely shocked. I think I had just confirmed I was indeed the slut she always felt I had the potential to become.

My Mother in Law glared at me, hands on her hips. “Have you learned nothing since Ben and I took you under our wing, and tried our best to make you a worthy Daughter in Law!”

Well I could have told her how they had taught me that humiliation, pain and pleasure can sometimes become a potent erotic cocktail that leaves a person addicted and crying out for more. But somehow I did not think my Mother in Law was in the right mood to hear that

“Ma'am, I have tried hard to be a good Daughter in Law” was my typically pathetic, inadequate response.

Punished by Parents in Law         Part 8

For a long while the scene seemed frozen in time. Rachel with her finger inserted up my anus, and Troy with his fingers pushed firmly into my vagina. My Parents in Law, Jane and Ben, along with John and Debbie filled the doorway. Not surprisingly, all eyes centred on me.

Rachel and Troy had obviously got over the initial shock as I began to feel their digits every so slowly extricating themselves from my most intimate cavities. I think they felt if they slowly withdrew no one would notice they had been sticking their fingers where they definitely should not have.

Unfortunately as Troy’s fingers slipped from my vagina they made a loud slurping noise that filled the room. I clearly was very wet, and this only served to add to my embarrassment. I cringed in abject shame.

“I cannot believe you would enlist these children to satisfy your depraved sexual needs. Have you no shame?” accused my Mother in Law.

“But…” I wanted to explain that Rachel and Troy had hardly been victims in all of this, but I bit on my tongue, as I knew from bitter experience that defending my actions would only dig a bigger hole for me and I was already in big trouble.

“Well!” My Mother in Law had stepped further into the bedroom, hands on her hips. She presented an intimidating sight.

The other three adults had followed her into the room, and now everyone was crowded around the bed. And there I was, stark naked, and kneeling on all fours like an expectant puppy wanting a pat from its owner. I suspected I was eventually going to get more than a pat.

“No Ma’am,” I eventually managed to croak out, at the same time sitting up so that I was not in such an obscene pose.

“Get back on all fours,” Jane barked, “You obviously enjoy showing off the most feminine parts of your body, so you can stay like that until I tell you to move.”

Wearily I resumed my position on all fours, only too aware that the three males had all managed to congregate down the other end of the bed and clearly would have a magnificent eyeful of my swollen and well lubricated labia.

“What do you think our son would think of his wife’s behaviour?” my Mother in Law’s words cut deeply

“He would be ashamed,” I responded honestly, struggling to hold back the tears.

“Aren’t you capable of masturbating yourself like any normal person?”

I looked up at my Mother in Law in horror. My ears burned. She glared at me and was clearly expecting a response

“Yes Ma’am,” I whispered, very embarrassed by the topic and hoping my Mother in Law would quickly drop the subject. But she was only just warming up.

“I suppose you normally get other people to frig you since you are not capable of doing the job yourself?”

“No Ma’am” I tried to sound offended

“Well what do you normally do?” My Mother in Law turned the screw.

“Pardon?” I frowned, not liking this conversation one little bit, especially as it was taking place in a small bedroom full of people and I was the naked centre piece.

“What…do…you…normally…do…when…you…are…masturbating?” Jane had bent over so she was at my level and positioned her face right in front of mine.

I struggled for words, and was not quite sure what she was expecting of me in the way of a response

“I, um, I just play with myself until I cum” I was burning with embarrassment.

“So you play with yourself?”

“Yes Ma’am” I was sure my whole body was blushing

“How?” My Mother in Law probed relentlessly

“How…what do you mean?” I stammered

“How…do…you…play …with…yourself?”

I could not believe the shame I was being subjected to. And in front of all these people. But the worse shame of all was the fact that I could feel my sexual excitement increasing. I knew my labia would be swelling before the eyes of the three males in the room. I silently prayed my juices would not begin running down my legs.

“Well?” Jane was becoming impatient for a response

“I touch myself on my private parts.” I barely whispered

“On your cunt?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“You touch yourself on your cunt?” My Mother in Law was loving it

“Yes Ma’am”

“Show us how?”

I looked at my Mother in Law, mortified. This was the first time my relationship with my Parents in Law had become overtly sexual. But I guess I started it by being caught with the fingers of two teenagers delving into my inner sanctum, so to speak.

“I can’t,” I whimpered

“Well if you can’t, I can always get one of the men to do the demonstration for you. Ben has often told you what a lovely cunt you have. I am sure he would jump at the chance to be more upfront and personal with his daughter in law. Is that not the case, Ben?”

“You bet ya,” Ben responded gleefully

“And I am sure you would assist, John.”

“Would I ever” John responded with undisguised enthusiasm

“And I do not need to enquire about your enthusiasm to help out, young Troy. I think we have all seen that only too clearly”

Troy smiled sheepishly in response

I had no doubt my Mother in Law would carry out her threat

“I will show you,” I whispered in defeat

“I had a feeling you would,” Jane responded in triumph. “Stay in your doggy position and ensure you keep your legs well apart so we can see clearly how our tramp of a daughter in law masturbates herself.

Was this the most humiliating thing my Parents in Law had subjected me to so far, I silently wondered, and all portals of my brain seemed to be in unanimous agreement that it was.

I took a deep breath before lifting one of my hands off the bed and slowly moving it down to rest on my inner thigh. The silence in the room was deafening. With effort I managed to lever my knees wide apart. I could feel my puffy and moist labia opening like a flower. My scent permeated the room, leaving no one in doubt of my heightened arousal.

I closed my eyes as I cupped my hand over my vagina.

“Keep your eyes open and look at me while you play with yourself,” directed my Mother in Law.

I opened my eyes and looked plaintively at my Mother in Law, whose face was still only inches away from mine. Without even realising it, my hand had begun to rub itself up and down my pussy, and I could feel my wetness lubricating my fingers.

I let out a low moan, and was immediately embarrassed. My Mother in Law was actually smiling.

I could already feel my orgasm building like a runaway train and I was powerless to stop it. I arched my back down and opened my legs wider so as to afford my onlookers a better view. I wanted my humiliation to be as complete as possible.

Desperately I searched out my clit and pulled it hard until it was fully distended from its hood, then rubbed it furiously between my fingers. My groaning was becoming louder, and I was panting like a puppy.  I was so aroused that I very quickly began to orgasm. I slid several fingers deep into my vagina and thrust them in and out furiously. I was making slurping noises and could feel my juices running onto my inner thighs.

As I looked deeply into my Mother in Law’s eyes I exploded in orgasm. My body shuddered and I wailed out loud with unadulterated pleasure. Even this first orgasm did not satisfy me and I continued to alternate between rubbing my clit and thrusting my fingers deep into my vagina. I knew I must look like an absolute slut, but I could not help myself. A second orgasm quickly built and again shuddered threw my body. I was bathed with sweat, and collapsed on the bed with exhaustion.

When I finally lifted myself up the room was empty. I could not believe what I had just done. It was inconceivable that any self-respecting woman could behave like that in front of a roomful of people, especially when two of those persons were my Parents in Law. But then, so much of my life in recent months could not be thought of in rational terms.

I lay on the bed for a long while, contemplating what I should do. I had fully expected to be punished, and was surprised they had departed the room without giving me a thorough spanking for my behaviour. I had no doubt I would receive a severe punishment for my actions, and I wished they had done it already, as the dread of anticipation can almost be as bad as the punishment itself.

I had no clothes in the bedroom apart from my top, so I sat on the edge of the bed and put it on. I knew I would have to venture out sooner or later, but I stalled for a while longer as I was embarrassed at having to front up to everyone. Eventually I plucked up the courage, walked to the door, and gingerly opened it.

Everyone was seated around the big oak table eating dinner. They all turned to me and stared, which only served to increase my embarrassment.

“You are late for dinner.” It was Debbie reprimanding me this time. “I should put you over my knee again and give you a damn good spanking.”

The fact that Debbie is only a couple of years older than me made her comments even more humiliating. I knew that I dared not argue the point with her.

“I am sorry Ma’am,” I could not believe I actually called her Ma’am. It was bad enough having to address my Mother in Law as Ma’am, but I hoped it would please Debbie if I showed her similar respect. It seemed to work.

Debbie pointed to the spare chair. “Sit down and eat.”

I quickly obeyed, even though sitting was uncomfortable as my buttocks were still tender from the horse ride. I had not realised how hungry I was from all this ‘country living’, and ate well while the others indulged in mostly small talk.

Without warning there was a gentle knock and the front door opened. In stepped a middle-aged couple and Debbie and Rachel rushed over to greet them with a hug. Debbie then turned to us and introduced the couple as her parents.

Debbie then escorted the couple over to the table and began introducing the rest of us to her parents. Everyone stood up. I was about to do the same when I suddenly remembered I was naked from the waist down. I had been so absorbed in eating dinner that I had temporarily forgotten about my state of undress. Soon everyone was standing, except myself. I think Debbie had deliberately left my introduction to last. With a huge grin on her face she pointed to me and made the introduction.

“This is Jane and Ben’s daughter in law, Kym. She is from New Zealand.”

Debbie and Rachel’s parents smiled, and waited for me to stand to shake hands.

I blushed, and mumbled, “Pleased to meet you.” But did not stand.

“Stand up girl, where are your manners?” It was my Father in Law, Ben, dishing out the reprimand

Everyone was steering at me, and I wished the floor would open up and swallow me.

Incredibly embarrassed, I pointed down to my crutch, trying to remind them I was actually naked from the waist down.

“What’s wrong with you girl?” Ben was acting confused, but I knew full well that he was aware of my nakedness. I was being set up to be humiliated, yet again, by my Parents in Law.

I stared down at the table. “I do not have any panties on,” I mumbled

“ You don’t have any pants on!” Ben acted as if this news was a total shock. Jane, John and Debbie had a similarly shocked look on their faces.

“No sir,” I continued to mumble

“And pray tell me,” my Father in Law enquired, “Why is a grown woman sitting at the dinner table in a state of undress?”

“It is a long story,” was my evasive response. I was blushing bright red.

“Well I am sure our guests are very keen to hear your little story of explanation.”

I looked up at Debbie and Rachel’s parents. They had a look of keen anticipation on their faces, and were obviously fascinated to hear why a grown woman is sitting near naked at a dining table.

I closed my eyes and tried to recall the events of the day, and then think how I could recount them to two total strangers. There seemed no easy way. It was going to be a humiliating experience no matter how I recounted the day.

I decided to get it over as quickly as I could.

“We went for a long horse ride, then stopped for a swim. Us young ones stripped down to our underwear, but I was only wearing a lacy pink thong as I did not know we might go for a swim. I was also wearing no bra,” I added as an afterthought. “I did not want to get undressed and was naughty when told that I had to.”  I could not believe how I was sounding like such a naughty young child.

I continued. “When I got out of the water I was made to take off my panties. Then I had to go over Debbie’s knee and have my bare bottom spanked. I was then told I had to ride back on the horse with no panties on since I am so naughty. And I got such a sore bottom.”

I had rushed it all out with hardly a breath. I looked up at everybody staring intently at me, and incredibly I could feel my body beginning to betray me. I was becoming sexually stimulated.

“And what happened when you got back?” Ben probed

. I inwardly groaned. I had hoped my explanation would satisfy everyone. I took a deep breath, and then went for it.

“ When I got back my bottom was sore and Rachel and Troy rubbed some oil on me to sooth the pain. But I let them touch me on my private parts.” I could not have been more embarrassed, confessing my sins in front of everyone, and especially Rachel and Debbie’s parents.

“My, oh my, you have been naughty.” It was Debbie’s mother who addressed me. “I think you had better stand up.”

Hesitantly I pushed my chair out of the way and stood up. My inclination was to clasp my hands in front of my pubic area but I did not want to risk upsetting my Parents in Law, so I placed them at my side. My top only came down to my belly button so my shaven pussy was in clear view.

Debbie’s parents stared at me with what seemed to be a disbelieving fascination. They were not shocked, which surprised me.

Debbie’s dad turned to my Parents in Law. “She is very obliging. She must enjoy being punished like a brazen tramp.”

It was time for the Mother in Law to get in on the act. “Oh yes, in fact she gets so excited she gets very wet. Don’t you dear?”

Jane turned to me with a big condescending smile. This was going from bad to worse.

“Yes Ma’am,” I pouted

“Are you wet now?”

I just knew she was going to ask that question. I thought very carefully about my reply. I knew my humiliation had made my labia damp. If I lied my Mother in Law was just as likely to check me out.

I hung my head. “I think I might be Ma’am, just a little bit.”

Jane gave an exaggerated, “Tut, tut. What are we going to do with you?”

It was now Debbie’s turn to tighten the screw. “I don’t want you getting wet on my dining chairs. They have just been covered. Get the tissues on top of the fridge and bring them to me.”

I trotted my bare backside off to the kitchen in search of the tissues. I could feel all the eyes checking out my naked buttocks. When I returned I endured a similar scrutiny, this time on my exposed pubic region. I dutifully handed the tissues to Debbie. She removed several and handed them to me.

“Put them on your chair….neatly,” Debbie ordered.

Embarrassedly I carefully laid them over the fabric of the chair. Debbie then removed another handful of tissues

“Now wipe yourself before you sit down. Knowing how your juices run, I do not want to take any risks.”

I could not believe she would make such a request of me. Stupidly I looked to my Parents in Law for support, but was greeted with satisfied grins.

With great reluctance I opened my legs wider, and in the full view of everybody I wiped my labia several times. Debbie held out her hand and I handed the tissues back to her. My dampness was clearly visible on the tissues

“Incredible,” Debbie’s Dad muttered, disbelievingly.

“After dinner she is going to be punished. You are welcome to stay if you wish.” It was my Father in Law, Ben, speaking.

Debbie and Rachel’s parents readily accepted his invitation.

Punished by Parents in Law    Part 9

Fortunately it seemed they had finished humiliating me for the time being, and we all returned to the dining table to finish our meals. Two extra seats were pulled up to the table for Debbie and Rachel’s parents. Gingerly I seated myself on the tissues, feeling very embarrassed as you can well imagine. Somehow I had lost my appetite. Everyone chatted away cheerfully, like one big happy family. Not surprisingly, I lacked the same joyous spirit. Instead I nervously pushed my food around the plate with my fork.

After dinner, everyone retired to the lounge and coffee was served. And of course it was my job to trot out to the kitchen and deliver the coffee to everyone. Eyes continued to burn on me with a mixture of fascination and lust. When I had delivered the last of the coffees, my Mother in Law, Jane, gestured for me to come over to her where she was seated on the sofa. She made me bend right over so she could whisper in my ear. I knew the persons behind me would get a clear view up my crutch.

“I now want you to take off your top,” my Mother in Law whispered to me, in a matter of fact tone like she was requesting more sugar, “and get in position in the middle of the room. We will deal with you when we are ready.”

I audibly gasped. I always found ‘assuming the position’ to be an ultimate humiliation, but having to do it in front of Debbie’s parents, as well as young Troy and Rachel, was going to be downright ego-crushing.

Slowly I stood back upright, and looked at my Mother in Law as if I was considering her request. But we both knew there was nothing to consider. I would obey. I knew it, and my Mother in Law knew it.

I moved to the centre of the room. All conversation stopped, and I was suddenly the centre of attention again. With thick fingers I fumbled to unbutton my top, then flicked it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. People made approving comments at the sight of my totally naked body.

It took me a few moments to work up the courage to go to the next stage. I took a couple of deep breaths, and then in one quick movement I splayed my legs wide open and clasped my hands behind my head. This made a few jaws drop open, and no doubt increased the blood pressure of the males in the room, and possibly a few females. I wanted to close my eyes but knew my Mother in Law would disapprove, so settled on peering at a spot above everybody’s heads.

Once the initial shock of my lurid display wore off, conversation resumed in the room. The women were discussing a TV show; the men were discussing increasing interest rates, while I did a very good imitation of an erotic statue in the middle of the lounge. I still could not help shaking my head in wonderment at how my life had dramatically changed at the hands of my Parents in Law.

After an eternity my Mother in Law placed her coffee cup on the table and gave a gentle cough. Instantly all conversation ceased.

My Mother in Law did not hold back. “Unfortunately our Daughter in Law has behaved very poorly, and I apologise for any offence her behaviour has caused. I especially regret how she lured you innocent young ones to satisfy her depraved needs.”

My ears burned with shame, even though it was not the total truth.

Jane continued, “Clearly she will need to receive a severe punish tonight, and will be punished further tomorrow.”

Her comments sent a shiver up my spine.

“ Since she has offended all of us in this room, I think it is only fitting that she gets a spanking over the knee of everybody present.”

I gasped in horror.

“Even us?” young Rachel enquired hopefully.

Jane smiled warmly. “Yes, even you young ones.”

I was mortified but knew better than to protest.

Jane turned her attention back to me. “Now I want you to go to every single person, apologise for your behaviour, request a good hard spanking, and then thank them when they are finished.”

I knew I was going to need every bit of my courage to get through this ordeal. I fought back the tears that were forming in my eyes. But even through all this dread and fear I could still feel the sexual tension from within my own body.

Yet again I sucked in a few deep breaths while looking around the room to decide who would be the best person to approach first. I settled on Ben, as he was at least familiar territory. I took the few steps to stand directly in front of him.

“I apologise for my behaviour, sir.” I fought back a tear. “Please give me the hard spanking I deserve.”

“Certainly my Daughter in Law. Over my lap. You know the routine by now.”

I bent over his lap, placing my hands on the floor to support myself. Ben was not satisfied my butt was high enough in the air, but instead of instructing me to get it higher as he usually did, he placed his hand in my crotch and roughly manhandled me until he had me in the desired position. I was shocked as Ben’s hand was pressed hard against my labia in an overtly sexual manner, and he made no attempt to be subtle. Even when I was in position he held his hand there for several seconds before removing it.

As usual Ben’s spanks came in a flurry, focusing first on one buttock before transferring to the other. It hurt like hell, and this was only the first of eight people who were going to spank me tonight. As I squirmed around on his lap I felt his hardened penis pressing against my belly.

Eventually he stopped, and with tears running down my cheeks I slid off his knee, thanked him, and moved to the next person, who was Debbie’s husband, John. Again I apologised for my behaviour and asked for a hard spanking before straddling myself over his knee. Taking his lead from my Father in Law, John also placed his hand between my legs on the pretext of manoeuvring me into a better position. In doing so one of his fingers briefly entered my vagina, causing me to gasp in surprise. John’s penis was rock hard and I could feel it pressing against me. Despite my intense humiliation, a part of me was gratified to know that men found my actions so sexually stimulating.

John did not hold back on my poor buttocks, giving them forty or fifty hard swats. Tears were running freely, and I had only been spanked by two of the eight persons.

Debbie and Rachel’s mother was next. I was only half way through my apology to her when she roughly grabbed my arm and unceremoniously yanked me onto her lap. She laid into me with unrestrained vigour and soon I was blubbering like a baby and begging her to stop. After what seemed an eternity she stopped and abruptly pushed me off her lap onto the floor. It was so sudden that a fell over onto my back, my knees bent and my legs splayed open, giving everyone a birds eye view of my vagina. However I was so distraught, and relieved to be away from the spanking, that I did not realise I was exposing myself in such an obscene manner. My eyes were closed and I was crying. When I eventually opened my eyes I noticed everyone was staring intently at my pubic region, and it was only then that I realised what an exhibition I had been making of myself. I quickly closed my legs, blushing with shame. Several people quietly laughed.

I wearily rolled over onto my hands and knees and crawled over to Debbie and Rachel’s father, who was next in the circle. His punishment was as brutal as his wife’s had been, reducing me again to tearfully begging for mercy. When he finally stopped I lay on his lap like a rag, sobbing and sniffing, vaguely aware of his firm penis pressing against me. I felt his hand touch my inner thigh, but I was too tired to react. I felt his fingers tentatively probing my vagina before I was again unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.

Young 18 year old Rachel was next, and it was a very degrading experience to have to apologise to her and beg for a hard spanking. Reluctantly I positioned myself over her knee. Rachel was clearly overawed by the occasion and for a long while I tensed waiting for her to commence. When she did they were tentative and light spanks, much to my relief.

“Harder girl,” my Mother in Law barked, “She needs a much harder spanking than that.”

Rachel took her cue, and the light pats suddenly became full-on spanks. I was surprised at her strength. She went on and on, despite my pleas for her to stop. In fact she did not stop until her older sister, Debbie, suggested that perhaps she had spanked me enough.

With tears staining my cheeks, and my buttocks feeling like they were on fire, I thanked Rachel and crawled to the next person, who was Rachel’s boyfriend Troy. As I tearfully apologised and asked for a hard spanking I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was ecstatic beyond belief. I guess it must be every young man’s dream to have a naked woman crawl up to him and beg for a spanking.

When I lay across his knee and put my weight on his penis I heard him moan quietly. Being a quick learner, he placed his hand on my inner thigh, beside my labia, and repositioned me. This put even more pressure on his penis and he groaned again. His fingers slid easily into my vagina, and he moved then in and out quickly a couple of times before reluctantly removing them.

Not long after he began spanking me I could feel his penis pulsing under my belly, and I sensed he was very close to cumming. As his spanks became more intense I began squirming on his lap. I then heard him breathing in short gasps and realised he was ejaculating into his pants. I pressed down harder onto him and could actually feel the sperm pulsing through his penis as he came. It certainly helped to distract me briefly from the intense pain of the spanking. I am not sure if anyone noticed what had happened, but nothing was said.

Sheepishly I crawled to the next person who was Debbie. As I began to apologise she reached out a hand and painfully squeezed one of my nipples. I was shocked and humiliated, but continued my little speech. Once I had finished, she reached out with her other hand and squeezed my other nipple as well. She stretched them and squeezed them, as if she was expecting to get milk out of them. I winced with the pain, but said nothing.

“How hard do you want the spanking?” Debbie requested, staring intently into my eyes as she gave both nipples an extra hard squeeze.

“Very hard please,” I quietly sobbed.

“Very well. I think we should use the hairbrush. Is that all right with you, Jane?” Debbie addressed my Mother in Law.

“She has never had the hairbrush before. But then, I guess, she has never been this naughty before. So, yes, I think the hairbrush is warranted.”

Debbie was clearly pleased, and released my nipples before quickly disappearing into her bedroom and returned with a fearsome looking wooden hairbrush. She sat down again, and taking hold of one of my nipples she pulled me onto her lap. Even once I was in position, she continued to grip my nipple while holding the hairbrush in her other hand.

When the first blow of the hairbrush connected with my already very tender buttocks I jumped with the shock of the pain and screamed loudly. Debbie gave me a moment to recover before resuming the spanking. It was no surprise that she showed me no mercy. I screamed and begged for her to stop, but she just continued on and on. If I tried to move or squirm out of the way she just pulled down harder on my nipple. When she finally stopped my buttocks felt like they were on fire, and I knew I could endure no more.

I lowered myself off her knee, thanked her between sobs, and crawled to the last person, my Mother in Law, Jane.

I was sobbing uncontrollably, and my nose was running. “Please Ma’am, my buttocks are so sore I cannot take any more. I beg you not to spank me. Please….!” I cried pitifully.

“You should have thought of that before you were so naughty. You have no one to blame but yourself. However, even though you do not deserve any sympathy, I will allow you a little time to recover before I spank you.”

“Thank you Ma’am”. I was thankful of any small mercy.

My Mother in Law pointed to one of the corners in the lounge. “Go and face the corner, and assume your position until I am ready to punish you.”

“Yes ma’am” I responded tearfully

I was unsteady on my feet but managed to walk over to the corner, whereupon I splayed my legs open widely and placed my hands behind my head. People attempted to make conversation but clearly everyone was distracted by the events that had unfolded, plus they were eager for my punishment to continue.

My buttocks were throbbing and very tender, but they did not feel quiet as bad as I had expected. In fact, although I hated to admit it to myself, being treated in such a debasing way by so many people had made me flushed with excitement. With my legs splayed open my vaginal lips were open and engorged. I am embarrassed to admit it, but if an uninvited male came up behind me and rammed their penis deep into my vagina I would not have the willpower to stop them. This wantonness I felt frightened me a little, as I had never been unfaithful to my husband, Michael. I suddenly missed him badly.

Finally I felt a presence moving behind and glanced over my shoulder to see my Mother in Law approaching me. I grimaced when I noticed she was carrying the hairbrush.

She whispered into my ear, “Put your hands against the wall, but keep your legs open. If you attempt to close your legs I will start your punish over again. Is that clear?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I whimpered

“You will receive 20 swats. Count them out aloud, and thank me.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

The first swat of the hairbrush landed. My hips bucked towards the corner and the air whooshed out of me.

“Oh my god,” I blasphemed, before adding, “One, Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.”

By the time I had received 10 strokes of the hairbrush, my knees were buckling and I was struggling to stand up, let alone keep my legs open. Fortunately my Mother in Law showed me a little sympathy and delayed the spanking while I struggled to regain a semblance of composure.

But inevitable she recommenced, and by the time she had finished the 20 strokes I was balling like a baby. I don’t think I had managed to count each stroke and thank her, but she seemed to be satisfied I had tried my best. I had managed to keep my legs open through the ordeal, and I was secretly proud of myself for achieving this.

I then felt a pain like a thousand needles rubbing against my very tender buttocks, then realised my Mother in Law was rubbing the bristles of the hairbrush against me. I groaned at the tenderness as she encircled my buttocks, each stroke creeping lower and lower. Then she ran the bristles of the hairbrush over my engorged labia. It stung, but set my clit on fire, as it was so sensitive. I could not help but moan.

After several strokes I then felt the handle of the hairbrush pressing against the entrance of my vagina. Despite myself I pushed down on the hairbrush. I moaned in despair when she removed it.

My Mother in Law then whispered into my ear, “I bet my tramp of a Daughter in Law would like to masturbate herself with this hairbrush.”

My Mother in Law never failed to shock and humiliate me

“No Ma’am,” I responded defiantly, “Please do not make me.”

She rested her lips against my ear. I could feel her warm breath on my skin. She whispered, “But you will do it for Ben and I, won’t you?”

I closed my eyes. I knew that I did not have the willpower to resist regardless of how humiliated I would be to do this in front of all these people.

“Yes Ma’am,” I finally whispered, blushing with shame.

She reached around me with the hairbrush and I reluctantly took it from her. With my legs still splayed widely, and supporting myself against the wall with my other hand, I reached down to my pussy and nervously rubbed my clit with the handle of the hairbrush.

Up until this point no one else in the room had any idea what was going to happen, but when I begun to rub myself with the hairbrush my intentions became pretty clear. A murmur went round the room, and then there was hushed silence. The only noise was my sniffling as I still fought to recover from the extraordinary sequence of spankings I had just endured.

The feel of the hairbrush against my clit was heavenly and I was soon lost in a fog of ecstasy. I was as aroused as I have ever been in my life. I could already feel the orgasm building within me and I began to gyrate my hips obscenely back and forth. I pushed the handle against my vulva and it met no resistance, burying itself deep within me. I began pumping the hairbrush furiously in and out. With every inward stroke the bristles brushed against my labia, increasing the stimulation. The orgasm hit me like a train and my legs began to buckle, but I kept thrusting until the waves of pleasure had completely passed.

Utterly exhausted I dropped to my knees, and rested my head against the corner. My backside was tender and bruised, and I was bathed in sweat. My audience sat stunned at the exhibition they had just witnessed.

Gradually there was movement amongst the onlookers as they got up and began tidying away the dishes. I was allowed to remain in the corner, and no one spoke to me.

Eventually it was time for Debbie and Rachel’s parents to part. They commented that they had only intended to pop in for a couple of minutes to say hello and check there was nothing we needed. Their quick trip had proved to be far more eventful than they could ever have imagined.

My Mother in Law decided I had had enough time in the corner to recover, and told me to come over and say good-bye to our guests who were leaving. It took a great deal of effort to pull myself to my feet and gingerly walk over to them. I was stark naked, but after what I had just endured it did not seem to matter anymore.

Debbie’s Mum gave me a kiss on my cheek. “Now you be a good girl, won’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am” I blushed, “And thank you for punishing me.”

“It was a pleasure, dear. Anytime.”

I hoped I would never have to take up the offer.

Debbie’s Dad shook my hand politely. “You are a very…… interesting girl.” He choose his words carefully.

I smiled shyly.

After they were gone everyone started preparing for bed. It had, after all, been a long day. I stood around awkwardly, still naked, not sure where I was going to be sleeping.

Finally, my Mother in Law gave me some attention, “You were going to be sleeping in the same room as Rachel and Troy, but clearly we cannot trust you in a room with those two.”

I blushed with shame.

“So I guess you had better sleep in the same room as Ben and I. I will make up a bed for you.”

The thought of having to share a room with Ben and Jane was not appealing, but I knew I dared not mutter a word.

My Parents in Law disappeared into their bedroom to prepare for bed, while I waited patiently outside. I was feeling incredibly exhausted as it had been a very intense day. I wondered what tomorrow might bring.

Finally Ben opened the door of the bedroom and I was beckoned in. A thin foam mattress had been laid out on the floor at the foot of their bed, along with a blanket. It did not look very comfortable, and I badly needed a shower, but I was so tired I knew none of this would matter. I lay down on my stomach, as my buttocks were very tender, pulled the blanket over me, and drifted quickly off to sleep. What a day.     

Punished by Parents in Law       Part 10

I slept soundly the whole night in the bedroom of my Parents in Law, despite my buttocks feeling very tender from the serial spanking they had received. When I awoke sun was streaming into the bedroom, and all was quiet. I peeked up at the bed where my Parents in Law had slept, but it was empty. I wrapped my blanket around my naked body and went out to the open plan area that contained the kitchen, dining room and lounge. There was no sign of life.

The bathroom was empty so I decided to seize the opportunity to take a much-needed shower. The water cascading over me felt heavenly, and I felt decidedly good. Even my buttocks felt much better than I would ever have expected. They were still tender, and I had some minor bruising, but at least I could touch them without wincing. After showering, I dried myself off, wrapped the towel around me and went in search of my suitcase so that I could find some clothing. It had been a long time since I had been fully dressed. I had been naked from the waist down since having a swim at the lake yesterday. Reliving the events of yesterday sent a shiver down my spine. It had been quite a day.

I found my suitcase in the empty bedroom of Rachel and Troy and quickly dressed. I had learnt my lesson from yesterday, and made certain I choose a more conservative pair of panties as well as a bra. I wanted to make sure I was prepared for any eventualities that unfolded during the day. Once dressed I checked again to ensure the house was empty, then went outside onto the veranda, where I spotted the three males across the yard, sitting on a table under a tree.

As I wandered across the yard the three males, Ben (my Father in Law), John (Debbie’s husband), and young Troy (Rachel’s boyfriend) all turned to stare at me letchurishly. The way they were staring at me caused me to look down at my clothing just to double check I was in fact dressed appropriately.

“Hi,” I called out shyly as I approached the three of them, “ Where are the women folk.”

I tried to act and sound normal, hoping the events of yesterday would be cast aside.

“Gone shopping for a couple of hours,” my Father in Law responded, “Should be back for lunch.”

I was immediately hurt that my Mother in Law (Jane), Debbie and Rachel had deserted me to go shopping, leaving me at the ranch alone with the men.

Ben obviously read my mind. “If you had been awake at a respectable hour they might have taken you too.”

“Sorry,” I blushed, “I guess I was kind of exhausted.”

“I am not surprised, given your behaviour. You certainly put on quite an act.” It was John this time that spoke.

I just blushed even more. I knew there was nothing I could say in defence of my behaviour; so felt silence was my best recourse.

“We are about to go for a stroll up to the top of Brooks Mountain”, Troy jumped in enthusiastically, “Why don’t you join us?”

I was far from certain that going for a stroll with the three males was a good idea.

“No thanks’” I responded casually, “I think I’ll just sit on the porch and read a book.”

“Come on city girl. You have just got out of bed. You need the exercise.” My Father in Law added his support

“Come on Kym, it will be fun,” Troy added

Fun for whom, I silently wondered

“Come on, put your boots on, we are waiting for you.” It sounded more like a directive rather than a friendly request from my Father in Law.

I did not want to risk getting my Father in Law, or the others, upset, therefore reluctantly agreed to accompany them for the climb up Brooks Mountain. And I rationalised I was probably being apprehensive for no reason at all. After fetching my tramping boots we set off for the mountain, which was only a short walk away.

It took less than half an hour to reach Brooks Mountain. It was not much of mountain, more of a hill, but did have some steep parts to get to the top. Everyone had been friendly, and I felt relaxed and chatty. At the foot of the mountain we rested and drank water from a fresh water spring.

We were just about to set off up the mountain when I caught all the men looking slyly at each other and I immediately sensed something was up. My Father in Law turned to look at me and I stopped dead in my tracks.

“What?” I squeaked nervously

“Take off your clothing”

“P..Pardon?” I stammered

“You heard me.” My Father in Law reinforced.

“Why?” I pleaded

I looked pleadingly at John and Troy, but I could tell from their grins this was all pre-planned and I was going to get no support from them

“Do you want to be spanked by all three of us, right here?” My Father in Law continued.

“No!” I pouted, trying not to cry.

“Well, just do it.”

I hung my head dejectedly. Slowly I buttoned my top and removed it. I then took off my boots and removed my jeans.

“Please can I leave on my bra and panties?” I pleaded

“It is good to see your underwear is more appropriate to the country life, but you are still going to remove all of it.”

With a sigh of defeat and resignation, I unclasped my bra and removed it, and stepped out of my panties so that I was totally naked.

“Put your boots back on, then hand the rest of your clothing to Troy,” my Father in Law directed.

After putting my boots back on and slowly lacing them up I gathered up my clothing in a bundle and embarrassedly handed them to young Troy, who placed them in the small shoulder bag he had brought with him.

As I stood there naked, except for my boots, the three males made no attempt to avert their eyes from my body. They all had a look of pure lust etched on their faces. I flushed with embarrassment, and worried what might be coming next. To my surprise my Father in Law then beckoned in the direction of the trail we were following.

“You lead,” he was directing his comment to me

“Please can I follow?” I whimpered.

“No my dear, ladies first, isn’t that right boys?” Ben made an exaggerated sweep of his arm to wave me on.

John and Troy were quick to agree with my Father in Law.

Once again, I hung my head in defeat, made my way past the three men, and set off up the trail. The three men followed close behind, obviously getting a good view of my rear end as I led the way.

I was totally embarrassed, not only of the three males behind me ogling my nudity, but also in case we came across others using the track.

The trail up the mountain began to get steeper, then we reached a section that was almost vertical for about eight feet. I tried to clamber up but slipped and fell back, falling into the arms of John. As he helped me upright he did not miss the opportunity to put his arms around me and briefly squeeze my nipples. I yelped in surprise, causing Ben and Troy to laugh.

“I think you need a hand up there girlie,” Ben grinned.

I looked at the vertical climb, and realised if I tried to do it on my own, in the nude, I would at the very least end up with skin abrasions, or possibly worse. I had no choice other than to accept my Father in Law’s offer.

Supporting me around the waist he lifted me to a small step in the rock that was about eighteen inches up. I put one foot on the small step, and noticed the next step cut into the rock was about another eighteen inched up and two feet to the side. I hesitated, realising that once I lifted my right leg up the next step my vagina would be wide open to the three males below. But I had no choice as I could not go back down, therefore very reluctantly I reached my foot out and stuck it in the second step. I felt so exposed.

I could see at the top of the ledge there was a peg which one could use to grip hold of to pull themselves up. I reached up but was too short to get a grip of it. I could touch it with the tip of my fingers, but could not get a grip. I stretched up several times, but no matter how hard I tried I could not get my hand around the peg. I was going to need further assistance.

I looked plaintively down at the men below, who were, not surprisingly, looking directly up my crotch. Young Troy was actually licking his lips.

“Can someone help me please.” I was exasperated that all they could think of doing was leering at my private parts, when clearly I needed help. Typical men, I silently thought.

John and Troy reached up to me, for what I though was to give me assistance. But incredible I instead felt fingers probing my vagina.

I gasped out loudly and just about lost my balance. “Don’t, please don’t,’ I begged, helpless to move out of the way of the probing fingers.

My pleas went unheeded as I felt several hands probing my inner thighs, vagina, buttocks, and someone was even putting pressure on my anus. I had never felt so invaded. I was too embarrassed to look down to see whose hands were being so intimate with me. There were at least two of the men probing me, and I strongly suspected it could be all three. To make matters worse, despite my disgust at what they were doing to me, I could feel my body starting to react sexually.

Soon fingers were probing freely in and out of my vagina, and it felt like they were having a contest to see how many fingers they could insert at one time. The finger that had been pressing against my anus suddenly penetrated me and I screamed out loudly at the invasion. My voice echoed across the canyon.

Despite willing my body not to react to the invasion, I could feel myself become flushed as I began the steady build up to an orgasm. Then suddenly all the fingers withdrew, but it was only a very temporary respite as I felt a tongue flick at my labia. I groaned out loudly and protested against the liberties they were taking with my body. But even to my own ears my protests were only half-hearted.

Soon the tongue was slurping and sucking at my honey pot, and my juices were flowing freely. I was much to embarrassed to look down to see whom the invading tongue belonged to. Not that it mattered as the first tongue stopped licking me, but was quickly replaced by a second. Clearly they were all going to have their turn.

Soon I could fight back the orgasm no longer, and began panting heavily. I struggled to retain my grip on the ledge, as my hips were pushing down on the invading tongue. Then suddenly, while still sucking on my vagina, someone pushed their finger deep into my anus. This threw me over the edge and a gigantic orgasm rippled through my body, my hips bucking wildly. Then I lost grip and fell backwards helplessly. I felt strong arms take hold of me securely and I was gently lowered to a seated position.

For a long while I rested my head on my knees until my breathing had settled. I looked up sheepishly, and all three men were grinning at me. I tried not to feel embarrassed, but inevitably I did, especially when I pulled myself to my feet and glanced down to see the big wet spot on the rock where I had been sitting.

Troy then turned to the ledge I had just failed to ascend, and within seconds had effortlessly scaled the eight feet high wall. Keeping hold of the peg at the top he reached down, took hold of my hand, and with a little assistance from me I was quickly at the top beside him.

I turned and looked at him with a scowl on my face, as I thought, ‘You bastard, why couldn’t you have just done that in the first place and saved me all that embarrassment.’ Troy did at least have the courtesy to look a little sheepish. 

Once Ben and John had joined us on the ledge we made the 10-minute walk to the summit. Although Brooks Mountain was not very high the views were quite breathtaking. Standing there, feeling the breeze encircling my naked body, I felt surprisingly exhilarated. I flapped my arms like a bird in flight. Despite everything that I had endured in the past months, my body felt more alive than I ever felt possible. It was as if I had been on a journey up the side of my own personal mountain of self-discovery, and now I stood on a summit feeling alive and fresh. I did not feel like a victim.

As I turned to face my three male companions they were all watching me intently, and seemed bemused by the fact I was smiling. At that moment I made a snap decision. I knew it was going to take extreme courage on my part but I wanted to do it.

Silently I walked over to Troy, knelt before him and unzipped the fly on his jeans. I reached in and pulled his penis free. It was now his turn to gasp with surprise. He was instantly hard, and I took his young penis in my mouth and sucked him deeply. He came quickly.

Without standing up I crawled to John, and repeated my actions. He was also hard as a rock and I could tell he badly needed to cum. As soon as I took his penis in my mouth he thrust vigorously and his cum squirted in a torrent. I tried to swallow it all but some ran down my cheek.

Finally I crawled to my Father in Law, Ben. I knelt at his feet and peered up at him. I recalled all the times I had been over his lap for a spanking, and could feel his swollen penis pushing against my belly. I knew the sight of my naked body, and the thrill of spanking me, was a sexual turn-on to him.

By kneeling at my Father in Law’s feet I was signalling to him that no matter how gut wrenching it would be for me, I was prepared to take his penis in my mouth and give him the relief I am sure he longed for. For a long while our eyes locked, then he reached down with both arms, lifted me to my feet, and embraced me in a warm, loving cuddle. It was a wonderful moment.

After taking a few moments to silently take in the view from the summit we all set off on the descent, my Father in Law and I holding hands until the track narrowed to the extent we had to go in single file. I was still naked, and sensed that if I asked for my clothes back from young Troy he would almost certainly oblige. However I was actually prepared to stay nude and prolong the pleasure for my three male companions of being able to be in close company of a naked female out in the wide-open spaces of Mother Nature.

I did briefly regret my decision to stay nude when we rounded a tight bend on the trail and came face to face with a man and his son making their way upwards. I just about died when I first spotted them only a few feet in front of me. There was absolutely nothing I could do as we were on a narrow path carved into the side of Brooks Mountain. There was nowhere I could hide. Instead I proudly put my nose in the air and quickened my stride.

The father and son looked like stunned mullets as this naked woman strode past them, so closely that they could have reached out and touched me.

I heard my Father in Law chirp at them as he went by the strangers, “She is from New Zealand. They just love to be close to nature.”

“Oh,” was the stunned response.

Once we rounded the next bend we all burst out in laughter.

At the bottom of Brooks Mountain we stopped at the fresh water spring again. There was a small pool at the bottom of the spring so I removed my boots and stepped in. Under the watchful eyes of my male companions I cleaned myself and frolicked in the crystal clear ice cold water. When I emerged we sat on the rocks beside the pool and chatted while the sun dried me out. Troy then handed me back my clothing and I dressed, before we all set off for the short walk back to the ranch.