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by Penny Birch


  ‘You’re a cheat, Morris,’ I said as I stood up. ‘Sophie and June arrived late, but you already had their names in the hat, and I want to know why Melody turned down Annabelle. You set this whole thing up, didn’t you, so you could all watch Jemima and me spank each other, you bunch of perverts.’

  ‘Absolutely not!’ Morris answered, but he was having trouble hiding his grin. ‘It was completely fair. You saw me draw the names out of the hat myself.’

  ‘I’m not stupid, Morris,’ I answered him, picking up the hat. ‘It’s one of those magician’s hats, isn’t it, with a false piece so you can hide things.’

  There were two pieces of paper in the hat, obviously mine and Jemima’s, but that wasn’t stopping me. I punched my fist into the hat, as hard as I could, and again, bursting the crown and ripping the seam of the silk lining.

  ‘That was actually quite an expensive topper,’ Morris stated, ‘from Gieves and Hawkes.’

  ‘Not any more!’ I told him, jerking at the torn silk to discover the secret compartment.

  There wasn’t one.

  ‘You’re paying for that,’ Melody remarked, turning around, ‘and don’t forget you already owe me for my bike.’

  ‘Shut up!’ I snapped. ‘You’ve been spanked, haven’t you? Keep your nose against the wall and pull your knickers down properly.’

  Her mouth came wide in astonishment and fury, but I wasn’t finished.

  ‘I don’t know how you did it, Morris, but you did, didn’t you, and if you think I’m going to spank my baby sister in front of this crew of lecherous old bastards you’ve got another thought coming, and also . . .’

  ‘Pippa!’ Jemima spoke up from behind me. ‘You’re spoiling the fun, and I’m not a baby.’

  ‘He’s trying to trick us into spanking each other, Jemima,’ I exclaimed, ‘knickers down and with plugs up our bums! Jesus, Morris, you’re a . . .’

  ‘Oh come on, Pip,’ Jemima urged. ‘I’ll be gentle with you if you’re gentle with me, and I’m sure Morris will let us off the plug thingies if . . . I don’t know, we give them a little striptease or something.’

  ‘Now there’s a girl with sense,’ Morris cut in, ‘a nice sisterly striptease after the spankings, maybe a little feel of each other’s titties, and you needn’t plug each other.’

  ‘Shut up!’ I yelled at him. ‘Jemima, for goodness sake . . .’

  ‘That sounds OK,’ she interrupted, ‘and anyway, it’s not like it will be the first time we’ve got dirty together, except for the spanking.’

  I could not believe I’d heard her correctly at first, but I had, and so had everybody else. An excited buzz ran around the room, both among the men and the long row of spanked girls against the wall, whispering together and looking at Jemima and I as my face flared to a blazing heat, my cheeks redder than any bottom in the room. It was the one secret I’d never told anybody, not even Penny, and she’d blurted it out to a room full of lechers and sadists, kinky girls and dirty old men, including my employers and our own aunt.

  For a long moment I couldn’t even speak, my mouth locked open and my every muscle frozen, until a red spark seemed to ignite in my head. I looked down at Jemima, thinking of all I’d done to try to protect her, and the way she’d reacted; teasing me, laughing at me, getting off over my smacked bum, pulling down my bikini pants in front of Morris and Melody, and now this. It was the final straw.

  ‘Right you filthy little brat!’ I shouted, snatching at her wrist. ‘You want to be spanked? You’re going to get spanked! You’re going to get spanked until you howl, you little slut! Come here.’

  She’d begun to struggle, suddenly frightened, but I had a good grip on her wrist and I was still stronger than her. As I lurched backwards she came with me, onto the rug, now babbling protests and pleas as I dragged her across to the spanking chair and sat down. She was fighting as hard as she could, now desperate to stop what she’d been willing to take just moments before, but I wasn’t going to give in. I managed to get her arm twisted up behind her back and wrenched her off balance as I sat down hard on the chair.

  ‘Get over, you!’ I screamed, and I’d done it, hauling her into place across my knee with her arm locked tight in the small of her back.

  Her long legs were kicking in every direction, her free arm flailing wildly in her efforts to scratch me, her hair tossing, and she was screaming too, begging me to get off her and threatening to tell Mum almost in the same breath. I just tightened my grip, until her protests gave way to a squeak of pain and she went suddenly limp, panting for breath as she continued to talk.

  ‘I will, Pippa,’ she said. ‘I’ll tell Mum. I’ll tell her everything, about what you and AJ do, and how you like to be spanked, and how we play dirty together, and . . .’

  ‘Oh no you won’t,’ I told her, ‘because you’re just as bad as me, you little tart . . . slut. Right, let’s have your panties down.’

  ‘Pip, no!’ she squealed, and she begun to fight again, struggling desperately as I flipped up her abbreviated school skirt to show off the seat of the white knickers she’d been flashing all afternoon.

  ‘It’s what you want, isn’t it?’ I demanded. ‘A good spanking in front of the boys? Well you’re going to get it, and you’re going to get it bare. So . . . down . . . they . . . come.’

  She’d gone absolutely wild, screaming abuse and thrashing in my grip, but I had her arm locked up tight and a good grip on her panties. As I spoke I’d pulled them down in three sharp jerks and her bottom was bare to the room, her pussy on plain show as her legs pumped in her desperation to break free. She realised, suddenly pressing her thighs together to hide herself, but it made little difference. I couldn’t see her cunt properly, but her cheeks were too slim to conceal her anus, and her pussy hole showed too.

  The anger was still burning in my head, and I was determined to see it through and give her a proper spanking. I kept my grip as I adjusted her panties and skirt to make sure I had the full expanse of her bottom to smack. She’d stopped fighting, knowing she couldn’t escape and would only succeed in making a show of her cunt, but she was still alternately pleading and threatening to tell Mum.

  ‘I will, Pippa, I’ll tell! I don’t care if I get told off too, I don’t!’

  ‘Act your age, Jemima,’ I snapped. ‘You wanted a spanking, and now you’re going to get it, but first: what was it you thought was so funny when Aunt Penny was spanked? That’s it, when that dirty old git asked if she wiped her bottom properly. Well let’s see how clean your own bumhole is, shall we? Will that be funny too?’

  ‘No!’ she screamed.

  She gave a violent lurch, nearly knocking the chair over, but I’d been expecting it and clung on, my spare hand digging between her cheeks to open them wide, spreading out the tight pink dimple of her anus for all to see. The star of tiny lines leading to her anus was ever so slightly brown, and there was a little piece of blue loo paper stuck in the hole itself, at the sight of which all my anger just collapsed.

  It came home to me what I was doing, showing off my little sister’s bottom hole to a room full of gawping men. I quickly let go of her cheeks, but it was too late to stop. She deserved it, and she’d wanted it, so I began to spank her, struggling with my own feelings as my hand slapped down on her neat little cheeks, my own sister’s cheeks.

  She’d gone limp, surrendered to the smacking, not even caring for the display of cunt and bumhole she was making from the rear. I knew how she felt. They’d seen it all. What did it matter if they had a good stare? Her panties were down for exactly that reason. What was wrong that she was over her big sister’s knee? Who better to punish her for being such an utter brat? Who cared if her bumhole was dirty and her pussy was wet? She was being spanked, and the more she was humiliated the better, because then maybe, just maybe, she would realise it wasn’t just an adult game.

  I stopped, my hand still on her bottom, now fighting my own guilt for what I’d done. Yet everyone was still watching, and I couldn’t show
my feelings in front of them. I already felt awful for losing my temper, and I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me get in a state too. Determined at least to look as if I was in control, I gave Jemima’s bottom a little rub as I spoke.

  ‘There, Jem, now you know what it’s like. Do you want some more?’

  She glanced back, looking up at me out of eyes wet with tears, and gave a single, tiny nod. I smiled, let go of her arm and went back to spanking her, gently now, peppering her bottom with little pats and dabs, just hard enough to sting. She stayed exactly as she was, her breathing a little harsh as I dealt with her bottom the way an inexperienced girl should be dealt with, gently and patiently.

  Nobody said a word as they watched me spank Jemima. I was sure they all knew it was her virgin punishment. Morris would have made very certain of it, and not one of them was prepared to risk breaking the spell. Nor did I, because her sobs had turned to sighs and she’d begun to lift her bottom, now willingly displayed the pouted, puffy lips of her sex and the wet heart around her vagina. Her cheeks were an even, flushed pink, hot to the touch, and her bumhole had begun to wink in her excitement.

  I’d been wrong, she was genuine, as genuine as I was, not just wanting her bottom smacked, but craving it. Now she was getting it, hopefully the way she’d imagined it in her fantasies, spanked bare across the knee with an audience to witness her humiliation and pain, and with her sister to deal with her bottom. I had to make it special, as special as I could, even to make her come, if she wanted to.

  ‘Shall . . . shall I take you there, Jem?’ I asked. ‘All the way?’

  Her answer was a whimper, deep in her throat, and I knew she wanted it. I began to spank harder, and lower down, applying my smacks to the tuck of her cheeks to jolt her pussy. She began to wiggle, and moan, giving herself up to the pleasure of her punishment with no more thought for her modesty at all. Her bottom was up, her cheeks open to show off her slippery brown bumhole, now squeezing and spreading as her muscles began to contract. She’d set her feet apart, bracing her legs with her swollen pussy naked for all to see and her school panties stretched taut between her slender thighs. Juice was oozing from her hole, a tiny squirt every time I smacked her bottom and her moans were growing loud and urgent.

  I slipped my hand between her thighs, cupping her cunt as I began to spank her with the other one. A voice in the back of my head was screaming at me, demanding to know what the hell I thought I was doing bringing my little sister to orgasm in front of a load of men, but it was what she wanted and I didn’t stop, rubbing at her clit and spanking her bottom as she bucked and wriggled over my knee. She began to gasp, then to scream, and suddenly her legs had kicked out, long and straight, her bottom had gone tense under my hand and both her pussy and bumhole had gone into contractions, with shiver after shiver running through her flesh as she came.

  The moment it was over she had twisted around on my lap, to cuddle into me, her whole body shaking violently as she let out her emotions onto my chest. I clung on, kissing her, stroking her hair and whispering into her ear, ignoring my own hardly tolerable feelings as I soothed her instead. We stayed like that for a long time, nobody speaking, until at last Jemima pulled away. Morris began to clap, then others, and to congratulate us, in a crescendo of happy noise that broke only when Morris raised his hands for silence.

  ‘Magnificent!’ he declared. ‘A perfect climax to our little game, and now, perhaps a little more champagne before we . . .’

  ‘Hang on a minute,’ Jemima broke in. ‘I thought all the girls had to choose somebody to spank them?’

  ‘No,’ I said quickly, and went on in rising panic. ‘You have to go in the corner now, like the others, and then the game’s over. You said the girls doing corner time couldn’t be chosen to spank, didn’t you, Morris?’

  Morris took his chin in his fingers.

  ‘An interesting point,’ he said. ‘You’re both right, so perhaps it would be best if we were to take a vote. Those in favour of Pippa having to take her spanking, please raise your hands.’

  I’d closed my eyes, but I needn’t have bothered. When I opened them every single hand in the room was up, including Penny’s.

  ‘OK,’ I sighed, ‘I suppose I couldn’t put it off for ever, but who to choose?’

  ‘Jade mentioned that you like to be passed around,’ Morris suggested.

  ‘She was teasing you!’ I answered him. ‘I’ve never even been done in front of a man, never mind by a man!’

  I was going to continue, but they’d all begun to talk among themselves, nodding agreement. Finally Morris spoke up.

  ‘I think you’re going to be passed around, Pippa.’

  ‘There are nineteen of you!’ I protested, but my voice was lost beneath a chorus of agreement with Morris.

  I drew a heavy sigh and looked around the room. Everybody was looking at me. All ten girls had bare, smacked bottoms and no sympathy for the fact that mine alone was still white and covered up. From the men I had no chance of mercy at all.

  ‘You will of course be forgiven the hat,’ Morris told me.

  ‘And my bike,’ Melody added, ‘but you’re going to have to be plugged.’

  ‘Plugged! Why?’

  ‘Because you’re going to be spanked by girls.’

  ‘I . . . I didn’t plug Jemima!’

  ‘More fool you. Come on, knickers down and bend over. I’m doing you first.’

  ‘But Melody . . .’

  She had started towards me, pulling up her knickers as she came. The rest of the girls in the spanking line up began to come away from the wall and adjust themselves. I was for it, with a vengeance.

  ‘I think I’ll have you naked,’ Melody said as she reached me. ‘Strip.’

  I hastened to obey, her command giving me a sharp erotic thrill, but also because if I was in the nude then Mr Spottiswood couldn’t stuff my panties in my mouth or up my cunt. Everybody watched as I stripped, making themselves comfortable around the room with most of the men clustered where they’d get a good view of my rear end. Jemima lingered a moment to collect my clothes, squeezed my hand and went to sit on Hudson Staebler’s lap. Something close to jealousy caught me as I saw his huge hand close on her bottom, but I had other worries. Morris had passed Melody a butt plug and the large tub of anal jelly.

  ‘Touch your toes,’ Melody ordered.

  It had begun, humiliation and spanking in front of men, and by men. As I bent down to take hold of my ankles I was trying to tell myself it was one of my deepest desires, something I’d fantasised over a thousand times when I masturbated, but that did nothing to lessen the trembling of my body or the agonising shame as bumhole and pussy came on show from behind.

  ‘I like the way her tits quiver,’ one man remarked. ‘She’s really got the shakes.’

  ‘Yeah, and look at that cute little arsehole,’ another answered. ‘I think it’s winking at us.’

  ‘I do like to see a cleanly shaved cunt,’ a third put in.

  I couldn’t see who was speaking, because my eyes were tight shut, but every word stung. Melody’s hand touched my bottom, two fingers settling between my cheeks to spread my anus. I felt the nozzle of the jelly tub touch, just above my hole, and gasped as a thick worm of cold, slippery lubricant was laid over my anal ring. A second followed, across the first, to make an X with my bumhole at the exact centre.

  ‘You know what to do, don’t you?’ Melody asked. ‘I suppose AJ’s had plenty of things up you?’

  Even as I nodded, the tip of the butt plug touched my hole. I pushed, allowing my ring to spread on the hardness of the plug and thinking of how the bright pink interior of my passage would be showing to my audience as I opened up. Melody pulled the plug clear, smearing jelly over my slowly closing bumhole before pressing once more. Again I pushed, and this time the plug went in all the way, my bumhole straining to take it and closing on the neck with a soft, squashy sound.

  I was plugged. Now I was to be spanked. Melody wiped he
r hands on my back and returned the jelly tub to the mantelpiece, then sat down on the spanking chair. She patted her lap and I came to her, waddling a little for the plug in my bumhole. I didn’t fight at all, but draped myself across her knees in meek submission.

  Her arm came around my waist, and I was well and truly trapped, my bum available for spanking and about to get it whether I liked it or not. She was far too strong for me, and would hold me easily however much I kicked and squealed and begged, hold me and spank me. I was utterly helpless, and that made it so much easier to give in, even with my cunt flaunted to the room and my plugged bumhole on plain show.

  ‘Two minutes only, darling,’ Morris told Melody. ‘Some people are getting a little urgent.’

  I glanced around to find Jemima with Hudson Staebler’s cock in her hand, wanking him as they enjoyed the view of me spread bare over Melody’s lap. At least two other men had their cocks out, but as Melody’s hand smacked down on my bare flesh the number of dirty old men wanking over my bum became instantly less important. It hurt like anything; hard, no-nonsense spanks delivered right across my meat, each one jamming the plug in up my hole.

  My single, feeble attempt to protest broke to a scream and I was fighting despite myself, my legs kicking in every direction and my fists thumping on the floor in a pathetic spanking tantrum. She just clung on tighter, spanking me with the full force of her arm and ignoring both my struggles and my pitiful, pig-like squealing. I was crying in moments, from the appalling frustration of being held helpless and spanked as much as from the pain, but she didn’t even slow down, taking her full two minutes before stopping to let me tumble to the floor.

  I sprawled on my back, cunt spread to the room, taken completely by surprise. My bottom seemed to be on fire, my vision hazy with tears, and before I’d had a chance to begin to recover Morris himself was hauling me to my feet. Over I went, bum in the air, for my first ever spanking from a man, Morris Rathwell himself, the biggest, greediest pervert of them all, who’d spanked more girls than he could remember. I was the next in line, just one more little tart to have her bum smacked, and no more important than any other.

 

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