American Blue

by Penny Birch

  ‘Do I have to be spanked by Penny?’ Jemima asked sulkily.

  ‘Yes, you do,’ I answered, and I was surprised by the vehemence in my voice. ‘Sorry, we had a little, um … disagreement in New York.’

  ‘No hard feelings, huh?’ Hudson asked.

  ‘No,’ I lied, ‘but I definitely owe Jemima a spanking.’

  ‘Cool,’ Tucker put in. ‘Real emotion, that’s what I like to see. OK? Then … action!’

  Jemima was still looking sulky as Janey began to spank her once more, but stayed as she was. Janey began to scold Jemima as she spanked, harder now, making her kick her legs and thump the pillow in what looked like a full-blown spanking tantrum, although she was presumably counting the smacks.

  ‘You bitch!,’ she yelled suddenly. ‘You horrible old bitch!’

  ‘Bitch, am I?’ Janey spat back. ‘OK, my girl, if you think I’m such a bitch, try this!’

  Even as she spoke she had lifted Jemima’s hips, and quickly turned her before she could react. Jemima’s bottom was now on Janey’s lap, her torso still on the bed, and in an instant her legs had been rolled up into what Tucker had so charmingly described as diaper-changing position. Her bottom stuck out of the hole in her drop seat pyjamas, her cheeks spread with her anus on blatant show, her pussy too. Janey began to spank again, smacking not just Jemima’s bum cheeks but her thighs, which had her wriggling and gasping for real.

  Tucker let it happen, watching the pink flush spread up Jemima’s thighs, filming first wide so that he could catch the shame-filled expressions on her face, then close up, to get Janey’s hand as it hit flesh. Jemima’s bumhole had begun to wink in her rising pain, and Tucker made sure to record that as well, then cut off.

  ‘Keep spanking, Janey, we need the sound,’ he instructed. ‘In you come, Penny, and Jemmie, when you see her, kick up one hell of a fuss. Remember, this is your teacher seeing you like this. Penny, act surprised and ask Janey what she’s doing, then play it by ear. OK?’

  I left the room, waiting as Janey once again began to spank Jemima. Tucker called for action and I stepped in, only for him to decide I didn’t look surprised enough. I did it again, and a third time, all the while with Jemima rolled up with her naked bottom sticking out of the hole in her drop-seat pyjamas and every single rude detail on show as she was spanked. Finally she got fed up with me.

  ‘You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?’ she demanded. ‘Just to get me spanked!’

  ‘Not at all,’ I assured her, ‘but only because I want to do the spanking myself.’

  She muttered something under her breath, but Tucker was beginning to look impatient and I quickly got back into position. This time he was content and I managed to get my line out.

  ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘Spanking my brat,’ Janey answered, ‘for pretending she was sick. Here, hold her legs.’

  I hesitated, but took hold of Jemima’s ankles, keeping her in position as Janey spanked her, now with a hand on each cheek. Jemima was getting very red, and a note of self-pity had begun to creep into her squeals and protests, but I thought of what the Brooklyn Bitches had done to me and began to slap her thighs. Janey made room for me, and the two of us were slapping hard at Jemima’s bottom and legs, one side each. There was nothing fake about her cries any more, and she was juicing heavily, with a trickle of white running down to pool in her anus.

  ‘Why, you little slut!’ Janey gasped, and immediately began to slap Jemima across the pouted lips of her sex. ‘I’ll teach you to get horny over a punishment, you filthy little whore, you.’

  It was obvious what was going to happen, because Jemima’s bumhole had already begun to twitch and her cries had changed to ecstatic gasps, although goodness knows what the customers were going to make of it. She came as we spanked her, wriggling her bottom and begging us to do it harder as spasms ran through her muscles, with Janey still scolding her for the very behaviour she’d provoked.

  Tucker continued to film as Jemima came, capturing every deeply intimate detail of the moment and not stopping until long after her shudders had died away and both Janey and I had stopped spanking.

  ‘Cool!’ he breathed as I finally let go of Jemima’s legs. ‘Really cool. OK, let’s wrap it up. Jemmie, curl up on the bed like you’re crying, and that’s it. Out of shot, you two.’

  I went back to my chair, leaving Jemima to do as she’d been told, pulling up her knees and burying her face in her hands, with her bare red bottom still sticking out of her pyjama seat. Her snivelling was so realistic it made me feel guilty, but when she was finally allowed up from the bed she was smiling.

  ‘Hey, that was good!’ she exclaimed. ‘I didn’t think I could get right off like that, and I’m still all lovely and warm! So what’s next?’

  ‘You need a while to lose that butt-blush, before we can do your paddling,’ Tucker told her, ‘but meanwhile, how about we get Penny spanked? If you’re up for it?’

  ‘I suppose so,’ I admitted. ‘How do you want me?’

  ‘Mugshots first,’ he said, ‘then maybe something a little different. How about you’re Jemmie’s mom, or maybe her stepmom, and she manages to fix you on to your bed or something for a punishment?’

  ‘That sounds good to me,’ Jemima said instantly.

  ‘I thought you wanted to take me down to the woodshed?’ I asked, alarmed.

  ‘We’ve done the woodshed bit a hundred times,’ Tucker responded. ‘This is different.’

  ‘Sounds good to me,’ Hudson put in.

  ‘Me too,’ Janey agreed, ‘only we need to set it up so Jemmie’s got something to take her revenge for. How about a straight mom-and-daughter spanking, then cut to later when the girl catches her mom napping, cuffs her to the bed and takes her revenge?’

  ‘Great,’ Tucker agreed. ‘Penny?’

  I nodded a reluctant assent, telling myself I’d have to play along.

  ‘Let’s get those mugshots then,’ he said. ‘Outside, yeah?’

  ‘Yes,’ I agreed.

  This time there was no way out. We trooped upstairs and out on to the lawn, where I stood feeling immensely self-conscious as I posed in the same position as the day before, only now in the cotton summer dress I’d put on instead of my jeans and blouse. The others made themselves comfortable as Tucker set up his camera, and I went into the little humiliating routine that was required of me. First came the shot of my face, innocuous in itself, but intended to identify me as a girl willing to have her vulva and anus photographed in close-up and posted on the net.

  Next came the show of my bum, with my dress lifted and the big white panties I’d put on held down around my thighs. I was blushing as I did it, and couldn’t help but look at the others: Hudson frankly admiring, Jemima with a cruel glitter in her eyes, Janey indifferent to what was probably the hundredth such display she’d seen. Tucker was behind the camera, but he voiced his opinion.

  ‘Cool, although I prefer to see a nice pair of tight blue jeans come down, myself. Stick it out, honey, we need to see some cunt, and spread ’em, yeah?’

  I obeyed, pushing out my bottom until I was sure my pussy was showing from behind. Twisting around to look into the camera, I took hold of my bottom cheeks and hauled them wide, my sense of shame bringing me close to tears as the camera clicked to record my pose.

  ‘Now bend right down,’ Tucker instructed, and unhitched the camera from the tripod. ‘Make that pussy pout.’

  He was already just a couple of feet behind me as I bent down fully, with my bottom thrust right out and the camera lens pointed directly at my naked sex. I heard the faint click of the shutter and my pussy was on record.

  ‘Just your poop chute and we’re done,’ he said. ‘You’ll need to spread your cheeks again, honey, you’re a bit meaty for a straight shot. No, maybe not. Roll up in diaper position, would you?’

  Jemima giggled, her expression crueler still as I lay down on the lawn and lifted my legs to display my anus in the way he wanted. Again the came
ra was poked at me, this time aiming between my open bottom cheeks; again it clicked and my anus had been added to the gallery.

  ‘Hold still, just want to check ’em,’ Tucker remarked, and I was left in my hideously embarrassing pose as he examined the pictures on his camera.

  He seemed doubtful, and shuffled over to Janey, no doubt to ask if she thought the wet on my pussy had caused a problem with reflection, but she at least seemed satisfied.

  ‘Done,’ he finally declared. ‘Let’s get that tushie spanked, then. I’m not sure which site we’re going to put this on, so I’m doing mainly stills and three or four clips. This is how it goes: first off, we’ve got stepmom Penny giving her stepdaughter Jemmie a spanking, doesn’t matter what for. Next we have Mom going out on the lawn to read a book, only she goes to sleep, holding the book on her chest so her wrists are close together. The daughter’s looking out the window, panties still off because she’s been made to go bare as part of her punishment, right? She sees Mom and she decides to get her own back, so she borrows the handcuffs her dad likes to play kinky games with, and a long piece of rope, which she ties to them. She slings the rope over a branch, high up, handcuffs Mom and hauls her up. Mom’s caught, and she can complain all she likes, but she’s going to get a going over from daughter all the same. Got it all?’

  I managed a feeble nod. Jemima had jumped up, clapping her hands in glee at the thought of having me tied and helpless.

  ‘Spanking first,’ Tucker said. ‘I think we’ll have you in jeans, Jemmie. OK, Penny, I want you to give her a good hard OTK, with plenty of scolding. Call her a brat and stuff, yeah?’

  ‘I won’t need to act then,’ I said.

  He took a moment to get it, then laughed. Jemima had run into the house and the rest of us followed.

  ‘Kitchen, I reckon,’ Tucker said. ‘We can put some spilt cereal on the floor to make an excuse.’

  He was still arranging things when Jemima came back, now in a pair of brand-new jeans so tight they looked as if they’d been painted on and so low that the waistband of her knickers showed at the back, a pair of bright red bikini briefs. She also had a little yellow skinny top over bare breasts, with her tummy showing and barefoot.

  ‘How’s this?’ she asked.

  ‘Cute, very cute,’ Tucker assured her. ‘You really look the part.’

  She did, and Hudson was grinning paternally as she gave Tucker a twirl to show how the jeans hugged her bottom.

  ‘Start on her jeans, Penny,’ Tucker instructed. ‘That cute little ass in blue denim is too good to waste. Take your time with her too, but just by hand. Let’s go.’

  He took up the camera and we began to play out the scene. I was feeling more confident now, and managed to act the part of a spiteful, angry stepmother to their satisfaction, first coming in and scolding Jemima for spilling her cereal, and then, when she answered me back, calling her a brat and announcing my intention of spanking her. She refused to accept it, telling me I had no right to punish her, so that I had to catch her by the hair in order to get her across my knee, with her fighting every inch of the way and Tucker constantly interrupting to make sure he got the best angles on her jean-clad bum.

  ‘Get her tits out,’ he instructed when I’d finally got Jemima pinned into spanking position.

  ‘Gladly,’ I told him, and hauled Jemima’s top high, exposing her tiny breasts to his camera.

  She gave a shriek of rage so convincing that he decided to make a clip of the whole sequence, from when I took her by the hair to the first few smacks on the seat of her jeans. I had to do it again, and a third time, before they finally let me set to work on her, spanking the denim-clad ball of her bottom as she wriggled and kicked over my lap. Despite the situation I was enjoying myself, and gave it to her hard.

  I was eager to get her bare too, and when the time came I made quite a production of it, holding her to unbutton her jeans and drawing them gradually down off her bum as Tucker took photograph after photograph. She was nicely pink, and the red bikini briefs had pulled a little way into her crease, leaving plenty of cheek sticking out on either side. I pulled them right up, unexpectedly, which made her squeak for real, and began to spank her with her bottom lifted in her panties.

  Tucker was in raptures, photographing us from every possible angle and constantly praising the beauty of Jemima’s bottom and my inventiveness as a spanker. Both of us reacted as he no doubt wanted us to, playing to the camera, with Jemima kicking her long legs and shaking her beautiful hair, while I’d pulled her knickers up so tight that they’d slid up into the crease of her pussy.

  ‘Cameltoe cunt, I love it!’ Tucker declared as he took yet another picture of Jemima’s rear view in close-up. ‘Now pull them down, real slow. Fight it, Jemima.’

  She didn’t need telling, writhing in my grip and calling me every name she could think of as I levered her panties slowly down off her bum. If I fight a stripping I tend to want to give in once I know my pussy is showing, and Jemima was the same, letting go of her panties and going suddenly limp the moment I had them far enough down to leave her sex lips peeping out between her thighs.

  I saw Tucker squeeze his crotch as Jemima’s rear view came on show, and he took a whole series of pictures of her just with her panties down before I was allowed to start spanking her once more. Then he demanded a second clip. Jemima’s bottom was already rosy, and grew rosier still as I began to spank her properly, down over my knee and bare bottom, the way it ought to be done.

  Nobody was hurrying, not even Jemima, who’d begun to stick her bottom up and had to be reminded that she was supposed to be hating every moment of what was happening to her. I found it just as hard to feign anger, since I was not only thoroughly enjoying myself but strongly aroused by the sight and feel of her little red bum and her squirming body.

  When Tucker finally decided he’d got enough pictures I made Jemima strip from the waist down and ordered her to stay like that and go to her room. She did as she was told, snivelling all the while, and ran from the room rubbing her eyes, supposedly in floods of tears. Tucker went downstairs to photograph her crying on her bed while I went out with Janey, who found me a sun lounger and a book.

  I was beginning to wonder if the men had decided to take advantage of Jemima’s excitement when I saw her at the window, looking sulky as Tucker photographed her bare red bottom from behind. He then came out to take the sequence of me settling down to read and falling asleep, which ended with me laid out with my hands crossed on my tummy and the book open on the grass beside me.

  My eyes were closed, but I could hear them, and presently felt the cold metal of the handcuffs as Jemima snapped them into place on my wrists. I’d already started to shake for my coming punishment, but I wasn’t ready for the sudden jerk on my handcuffs, and came up with a squeal of surprise, to find Jemima grinning at me as she hauled on the rope, still in nothing but her tiny yellow skinny top.

  I began to scream abuse at her, playing it for real as she hauled my arms high and tied the rope round the tree trunk. It wasn’t all pretence either, because it hurt and I was genuinely helpless, strung up so high I was on tiptoes and had no way to protect myself at all. Jemima stepped close, sneering, and there was nothing fake about the cruelty in her eyes.

  ‘Right, Mommy dearest, it’s payback time,’ she snarled.

  ‘Let me down this instant, you little brat!’ I snapped.

  She shook her head, then spoke again.

  ‘No way, and I don’t care what you do to me later, I’m going to have my fun with you, right now. Let’s have that dress up and your panties off, first, shall we, and see how you like being made to go around with your bum and tits bare half the time?’

  ‘Get off me!’ I yelled as she took hold of my dress.

  ‘Slowly,’ Tucker instructed. ‘I want a different angle on this.’

  I was stripped, my summer dress hauled high and tucked up under my armpits, my bra lifted up over my tits and my knickers pulled down to my ankles.
Now that I was naked as well as helpless, Jemima began to walk around me, taunting me for what I was showing, then touching me, pulling my nipples erect and pinching my bottom, slapping my breasts and spreading the lips of my sex to inspect my cunt, and finally spanking me.

  She did it by hand first, warming my bottom with stinging little slaps and laughing as I wriggled on the end of the rope. I was warm behind and must have been going pink when Tucker told her to get the paddle, and I felt my tummy start to flutter as I remembered how big the horrid thing was. When she emerged from the house with it in her hand I began to feel sick and wondered if I could beg off. It was even bigger than I remembered, a thing like half a plank, which I was sure would leave me unable to sit comfortably for a week.

  ‘Let’s have another clip here,’ Tucker announced. ‘Give me that scared look again, Penny, you look well for real.’

  ‘I am for real!’ I assured him. ‘Look, do you think we—’

  ‘This is too good to miss,’ he interrupted. ‘OK, Jemmie, ready when you are.’

  ‘I’m ready,’ Jemima assured him and began to walk forward, slapping the paddle against the palm of her hand.

  ‘Payback time, Mommy dearest!’ she repeated as she reached me.

  ‘Look, please, you can beat me but not hard. Please?’ I stammered, my voice full of very real panic. Tucker gave me a thumbs-up and carried on filming.

  Jemima extended the paddle, lifting one of my breasts with the tip.

  ‘Not my tits, please!’ I babbled. ‘Do my bum, but not my tits, not with that thing, please!’

  She laughed and gave me a little slap under one breast, then the other. It didn’t hurt, but the paddle felt horribly heavy. I was shaking as she went behind me, and useless, pathetic entreaties spilled from my lips as she pressed the thick, hard piece of wood across my bottom cheeks.

  ‘Please, not hard! Please, Jemima, you know I can’t take as much as you! No, please, I really can’t take it … no!’

  I broke off with a scream as the paddle slapped down across my bottom, jamming me forward so that for a moment I lost my balance, swinging wildly on the end of the rope with my full weight on my wrists and my legs kicking in every direction. Jemima burst into giggles at the sight and Tucker gave me another thumbs-up, which I answered with an angry glare when I’d finally managed to get my feet back on the ground.