by Penny Birch
Matthew had apparently been held up at the farm, for some reason, but appeared just as we were about to start lunch. He was really affectionate to me, picking me up and kissing me, then ruffling my hair as I sat down at the table. This made me feel even worse at the thought of deserting him for Amber and I decided that her plan was the best. Eventually, I told myself, things would work out.
I had imagined that we would be going to play up at the park, after lunch, and had determined to give of my best to assuage my guilt. Nobody had mentioned anything though, and I was beginning to wonder if they had decided to rest for the day when the grandfather clock in their hall struck three.
‘Ah, good, punishment time,’ Michael announced, putting down his wine glass.
‘Oh, dear,’ Ginny replied and got up, fiddling with her jeans button as her husband pushed back his chair.
I watched as she undid her jeans and pushed them down around her thighs. Her panties were pink and quite tight, with a fair bit of her full bottom cheeks spilling out to either side. She shuffled round the table and bent over Michael’s knee, looking thoroughly contrite with her head down and her bottom up. He pulled down her pants in a wonderfully matter-of-fact manner, then began to spank her. Her cheeks wobbled and bounced under his hand, her legs opening occasionally to provide flashes of golden hair and plump pussy lips. He had one arm around her waist to hold her still and a rather bland look on his face, as if dishing out bare-bottom spankings to his wife after Sunday lunch and in front of guests was completely normal. Knowing the Scotts, it probably was.
I was enjoying the show in any case, especially as I rather felt that Ginny had got off lightly since I had been around. Also, I was at her tail end and got the best view, or at least the rudest view, while Amber was evidently getting a kick out of watching the expression on Ginny’s face. Matthew continued eating his pudding, only occasionally looking around to look at his sister’s naked bottom as it was smacked to a glowing pink.
‘Why is she being spanked?’ I asked, partly from curiosity and partly because I wanted to humiliate her.
‘Didn’t we say?’ Michael replied, stopping for a moment with a hand resting on one flushed cheek. ‘This is for losing, yesterday. On the hour, every hour from when you arrived to when you leave.’
‘Poor Ginny,’ I answered in mock sympathy. ‘Still, I wouldn’t worry, you’re well padded.’
‘Hey!’ she protested. ‘That’s not padding, that’s all me.’
I reached out and gave her plump bottom a squeeze. Her skin was warm and had a slightly rough texture where the spanking had brought up goose bumps.
‘You can laugh,’ she answered. ‘You’re next.’
‘I’m a bit too sore, actually,’ I admitted.
‘Let’s see,’ she answered, moving to get up from Michael’s lap.
‘No, you don’t,’ Michael said, tightening his grip on his wife’s waist. ‘Not until I’ve finished with you.’
‘But…’ she began, only to be silenced with a smack. There’s not much modesty or dignity for a woman with her pants down over her husband’s knee, in any case, but it’s amazing how quickly she’ll forget both completely once her actual spanking begins. Ginny certainly had. She was quickly kicking and wriggling again, her knees opening to give me an intimate view of her pussy, then the tight pink spot of her bottom-hole as her cheeks came apart. I could feel my own pussy moistening at the sight and remembered how I’d licked Amber between her cheeks, the previous night.
Michael finally decided Ginny had had enough and let her stand up; she pouted her lips while she rubbed at her smarting bottom. For all her show of displeasure, she kept her back to us and took care to make sure we all got a good view before pulling her panties and jeans up.
‘Well, Penny?’ Matthew said as Ginny sat down.
‘I really can’t be spanked,’ I said. ‘Amber caned me, last night.’
‘May we see?’ Michael asked.
I didn’t reply but stood up and turned my back to them, lifting the dress Amber had lent me. I had a pair of her panties on underneath as well, comfortably loose over my extremely sore behind. There was a satisfying chorus of exclamations when I pulled the panties tight up between my cheeks.
‘No spankings for you, then,’ Matthew admitted. ‘Do you want to take it easy today, then?’
I could have said yes, but it would just have made me feel worse about the whole situation. Also, having seen Ginny spanked, I was pretty keen not to spoil the chances of an interesting afternoon.
‘I don’t mind being punished,’ I answered him after a pause, ‘just as long as it doesn’t involve my bottom getting smacked.’
‘Nobody could ever call you a spoilsport,’ Ginny remarked. ‘You could take the cane on the front of your thighs, that’s quite nice.’
‘Maybe,’ Michael put in, ‘but I’ve got a better idea, at least for the four o’clock session. We’ll have to go up to the park…’
‘All in good time,’ Matthew interrupted him, ‘but for now I’d like a moment with Penny. Penny?’
He was holding out his hand and I knew full well what he wanted. I stole a glance at Amber, who smiled back, and so I reasoned that I might as well take my fill. I’m not sure if he noticed, but there was something definitely proprietorial about the way he led me upstairs and closed the door of the spare bedroom firmly behind him.
I expected a show of passion, which would have been difficult to handle. As it was, his approach was straightforwardly sexual and I’ve never had a problem with sex for its own sake. No sooner was the door shut than he was guiding my hand to his fly. I pulled his cock out and felt it begin to swell in my hand as I leant up to kiss him.
Seeing Ginny spanked had triggered two fantasies in my head. Firstly, that of the view between the legs of a girl who’s been upended: bottom fully on display, pussy showing, head down with her breasts dangling, a deliciously rude and undignified position. Then there was the thought of sucking a man’s cock after he’s spanked me; knowing that the act of punishing me has made him want an orgasm and helping him to have it, in my mouth.
Matthew sat down on the edge of the bed, his erect cock sticking up from his trousers like a mast, his balls bulging out at the base. I knelt, feeling utterly dirty as I took hold of his cock and began to kiss his balls. I was about to suck a man’s cock, but my head was full of thoughts of another woman and it was the sight of a different woman getting spanked that had first turned me on. Knowing that many people would find my behaviour outrageous made it all the better, and I wished they’d all been able to watch while I sucked Matthew’s lovely thick penis.
I started to lick at his shaft, but his hands came down and clutched at my dress, pulling it up. I leant back, letting him pull the dress over my head and leaving me in nothing but Amber’s panties. I put a hand back and tweaked at the panties, pulling them down over my well-caned bottom for the benefit of my imaginary crowd. Matthew had me by the hair, my mouth open and his cock pointed at it. There would have been a murmur of approval when they saw that I’d been beaten, then sounds of disgust as I took the cock into my mouth, so obviously willing.
Matthew was holding my head and fucking my mouth, his shaft sliding in and out of my lips at a leisurely pace. I spread my knees until I could feel Amber’s panties stretched taut between my thighs. My hands went back, one to pull open the crotch of the panties, one to go inside and cup my pussy, my middle finger burrowing down to rub on my clit. There would be more cries of disgust from the crowd as they saw that I had started to masturbate, but the men’s cocks would be stiffening in their trousers despite themselves and the women would be feeling disturbingly warm between their legs.
My fantasy ran on as Matthew continued to hold me by the head and fuck my mouth. It gave me a wonderful feeling of being used, and I was already beginning to tremble and tense as his pushes became deeper and more urgent. I was hoping that he’d pull out and cover my face in sperm, even as my fantasy changed to an earlier scene that
didn’t include him at all.
I was in front of the same crowd as before, but in my Victorian maid’s dress and about to be caned by Amber. I would be trembling with shame as my skirts were lifted; pleading to be allowed to retain my last scrap of modesty as my petticoats came up; then sobbing in utter humiliation as my drawers were pulled apart and my most secret places exposed to everybody. I’d wait, snivelling and begging as I was lectured, then kick and writhe as I was caned. The cries of the crowd would be loud in my ears: disgust at the sight of my naked bottom and open legs, approval at my being punished, and amusement at the way I kicked and wriggled so wretchedly.
The first time I’d sucked Matthew off, I’d come first. This time, we hit a peak together. Even as my fantasy hit its climax and my muscles began to spasm, his cock jerked in my mouth. He pulled my head back, the tip of his cock right in front of my mouth, shiny and wet with my saliva. I was coming, my mouth gaping as a jet of sperm erupted from his cock. It went right in my mouth, adding the final touch to my pleasure as I thrust my bottom out and my spine arched in orgasm.
I took his cock back in, making him groan loudly as my mouth clamped onto his erection while he was still coming. My mouth was full of sperm, so full that I doubt he’d come since the last time I’d done it to him. I swallowed all I could and then licked the rest off his cock. I felt like purring in the afterglow of my orgasm as Matthew slowly began to lose his erection.
I sat back on my heels, feeling too weak to rise. I managed a smile and got one in return, along with the slightly guilty look I’d come to associate with Matthew. We tidied up and I dressed in my own clothes, which had been washed, ironed and carefully laid out on the bed for me. Now that I was down from my sexual high, I began to think about the Matthew situation again. There was no doubt that he did a lot for me sexually, but there was little of the affection that I got from Amber. On a purely selfish level, I wanted Amber; but I still wanted my share of cock, especially as it had been a good three months since I’d had sex before meeting Matthew. Then again, it seemed likely that Amber’s collection of sex toys included an artificial cock that she could strap on to fuck me with. Also, Matthew seemed a lot keener on putting it in my mouth than my pussy; and pussy needs her share. Still, I would feel mean, letting him down…
There’s never an easier option than just going along with the tide of things, and that’s what I decided to do, hoping that it would all work out in the end.
The result of all this sex and philosophising was that when I came back down stairs I was in a thoroughly laissez faire mood. If Michael wanted to take me up to the park for some strange punishment, that was fine. In fact they could do as they liked, just so long as they spared my bottom.
Amber gave me a gorgeous ‘I’m going to punish you for that’ look as I came into the living room. Ginny was in a lively mood and obviously turned on, Michael cool as usual, and Matthew cheerful but excited or perhaps a little nervous.
‘The park?’ Michael asked me as I took a seat.
‘Great,’ I replied, ‘but let me have a glass of wine first.’
‘Of course,’ he answered, and poured for me.
It was approaching four o’clock when we reached the park, Michael locking the gates behind us with his usual thoroughness. I was wondering what was in store for me as we parked and wandered down towards the lake. Ginny must have been thinking the same and I was looking forward to being punished side by side with her. She was obviously very excited and started to undress as soon as we reached the wooden boat house by the edge of the lake. Like the stables, it had been kept up and had a punt and a rowing boat tied to the little dock. Nothing immediately suggested an erotic purpose, although there was plenty of rope and I supposed that Ginny at least could be spanked with an oar. Also, we had bought our pony-girl harness, which made me wonder if I might be due for some new piece of punishment training, like Amber’s combination of the pole and jumps.
There’s more than one use for a pony-girl harness, as I found out. Ginny had pulled her panties off, by the time I’d finished looking around the boathouse, and had pointed out that I should strip too. I complied, undressing as I watched Michael fix her into her harness. My own followed; Matthew and Amber helped to do up the straps, buckles and lacing until I was in full kit.
The next part was left to Amber, who was always deferred to when things got complicated. She stood Ginny and I back to back, attaching the laces of our waist belts so that we were tied together. Our arms were then raised above our heads and the straps of our wrist cuffs intertwined. Our bridles followed, so that the back of Ginny’s head was touching mine, the reins locked into the cheek rings and buckled into place. This left us completely immobile except for our legs, and that wasn’t to be allowed us for long.
As Amber had been fastening our harnesses together, Michael and Matthew had been preparing long shanks of rope: thick, soft yachting lines. One of these was looped through our linked wrist cuffs and thrown over a beam, pulled up until we were on tiptoe, and cleated off on the wall. The second length went around our ankles, was passed back and forth around our legs like shoe lacing, and tied off on my waist ring.
The result left us completely helpless, tied in place with our breasts and bellies bare and vulnerable. I could feel Ginny’s body warm against mine but couldn’t see her at all. I’d never been so helpless and again was surprised by how strong a feeling it gave me. It wasn’t just the physical sensation of being tied and helpless, but far more the feeling of being totally subject to another’s will. Even in the back of Amber’s horsebox, I’d been able to squirm around and could probably have got free if I’d wanted to. Now all I could do was wait: wait with my naked breasts stuck out and my belly and thighs bare.
Michael had left the boathouse, pulling gloves on as he went, which both surprised and alarmed me. Matthew had taken a seat on one of the benches that lined the walls, and was appraising my body with undisguised interest. Amber was invisible to me, on Ginny’s side; from the way Ginny kept moving against me, I guessed Amber was playing with her, which immediately sent a pang of jealousy through me.
It wasn’t long before Michael returned, holding a large bunch of greenery in his gloved hand. The plants looked pretty soft and, for a moment, I wondered what he was doing; then I realised the reason for the gloves. He was holding an enormous bunch of nettles, and it was suddenly quite obvious what they had in mind for us.
I began to squirm in my bonds immediately and was on the verge of pushing my bit out with my tongue and yelling ‘red’ as loudly as I could. Just the thought of stinging nettles on my bare chest had my nipples rock hard and my tits shivering. It must have looked good because Matthew’s eyes were almost popping out of his head, and even the normally cool Michael allowed the tip of his tongue to moisten his lips.
Amber appeared in my range of vision, looking disapprovingly at the enormous bunch of nettles in Michael’s hand. Suddenly I was determined that, if anybody was going to torment me with stinging nettles, then it would be Amber. Once I’d been put in an ecstasy of pain and submission I knew she’d hold me, and to my mind that was the only thing that gave her a right to do it.
‘Yellow,’ I managed, pushing the bit as far out as I could. ‘I mean amber, or orange, whatever; slow down.’
‘Are you all right, Penny?’ Amber asked immediately, although, to be fair, both men looked concerned, if rather disappointed.
‘Fine,’ I said as her fingers took hold of my bit to make it a little easier for me to speak, ‘but only you, please, and start very, very slowly.’
‘OK,’ Amber replied and kissed me.
‘What’s happening?’ I heard Ginny’s muffled voice from behind me and realised that she couldn’t see a thing but had only heard me use my stop word.
‘As we can’t spank Penny, we thought we’d use nettles on your titties, darling,’ Michael informed her, stepping to the side so that she could see what he was holding.
‘Oh, right,’ Ginny answered. ‘Don’
t worry, Penny; it’s not too bad at all.’
‘Thanks,’ I answered, only partially relieved.
I composed my mind as Amber took a thick rag from the rowing boat and carefully selected three nettles from Michael’s bunch. He took the rest in one hand, for all the world like a bunch of flowers, and stepped out of my sight. Amber followed and I realised that they were going to do Ginny first.
‘Tell me, please,’ I managed, wanting to know what was happening rather than just have Ginny writhe against my back.
‘OK,’ I heard Amber say. ‘Michael’s got the nettles in his hand, right in front of Ginny’s tits. You know how big they are; well, she’s sticking them out like a brave girl. Her nipples are hard, too, but I can see her shivering. He’s going to do it now…’
I felt Ginny’s body arch against mine as the nettles were pushed on to her breasts. She was making whimpering noises in her throat and wiggling her bottom against me as Amber continued. ‘He’s put her breasts right in among the nettles and he’s twisting the bunch to get a good covering.’
‘Enough! Amber!’ I heard Ginny squeal. ‘Oh, my titties. I love you, Michael, you bastard! Oh, they’re burning! Come on, do it again, now… Yes!’
Ginny’s back arched again and she began to writhe, calling Michael every name under the sun but begging for more in between. Her struggles meant that her naked bottom was writhing against the small of my back, which alone would have been enough to have me wet and ready, without the fact that she was having her breasts stroked with nettles and that it was my turn next.
‘She’s rubbing her own breasts in them now,’ Amber said as Ginny started to beg to be made to come. ‘I’m holding the nettles and Michael’s put his knuckles to her pussy so she can rub herself off on his hand.’
I could have guessed that. Ginny’s hips and bottom had started to gyrate, bumping against me as she tried to masturbate herself against her husband’s fist. Her back was moving wildly too as she moved her breasts from side to side in the nettle bunch. Her squeals were enough to lift the roof and I was glad we were in such a remote place. I was being shaken like a rag doll and was running with sweat by the time she came, screaming her passion out and calling Amber a bitch even as she begged her to move the nettles more.