by Penny Birch
Dressing wasn’t easy. I was in a cheeky mood, and would have gone for no skirt, thong panties and black fishnet tights, to make the best of my bottom, only the bruising was really too much. Not that I mind a few marks, just to show I’m spankable, but it had been under a week since my belting from Mo, and my cheeks were still a mess.
After spreading half my stuff out on the bed, I decided to go for a colourful look instead, with a brilliant yellow PVC outfit I’d picked up at the Fetish Fair. The jacket was short, with just one button. It had never been designed for a girl as busty as me, and left my boobs high and proud, squeezed together and bulging out at the front. It was totally over the top, even a bit embarrassing, but I knew a few Buds would deal with that, while the girls would love it. It made the best of my waist too.
The skirt was cheeky, showing my bottom if I bent over, but not otherwise. I’d had to put a tuck in it to make it fit both my hips and waist, but that was hidden under the jacket. All the yellow needed a contrast, so I went for the thong and fishnets after all, these great yellow boots with five-inch stack heels, bunches in my hair, tied up with yellow ribbon and some serious make-up.
I was a hit, straight off, with even some of the gay guys wanting to bury their faces in my cleavage. That was fine by me, but what I needed was a nice butch leather dyke, who were a bit thin on the ground, at least until Sam turned up. She wasn’t alone either, but with her tall blonde friend and another girl, with purple hair.
The first I knew about it was when they surrounded me at the bar, where I’d been unsuccessfully trying to get a drink. Sam’s arm came around my shoulder as she pushed in next to me, the blonde and the third girl coming close on my other side. Immediately the trannie barman who had been deliberately avoiding letting me catch his eye came over.
‘Miss AJ! Fab look!’ he said, addressing the blonde. ‘What can I get you?’
‘Four beers, Bud,’ she answered, almost shouting above the music. ‘She’s paying.’
She jerked her head in my direction. I nodded, passing him the fiver I’d been holding out.
‘This won’t get you very far, love, not here,’ he said, and turned back to the blonde. ‘Get her, with the dumplings. Doesn’t it just make you want to spit? Four Bud, here we are.’
He had taken the beer from a fridge under the bar. I paid.
‘Dumplings,’ Sam said. ‘That’s good. That’s her name, eh, girls?’
The blonde laughed and reached down, quite casually cupping one of my breasts, squeezing, then pushing up. Abruptly she took hold of my jacket, pulling the top wide to spill out my boobs, both of them. I squealed in shock, my heart jumping at the sudden rough treatment.
‘Dumplings it is,’ the blonde said. ‘Keep them out.’
I could really feel my emotions building up, and took a swig of my beer in a vain attempt to cover them. About a dozen people were staring at my bare boobs, every one of them enjoying the view and the way I’d been so suddenly stripped. I didn’t dare put them back either, not with the three of them around me, looking at me – the blonde, AJ, especially.
‘Is her arse as big?’ the barman asked, as he came back for someone else’s beer.
‘Just about,’ Sam answered, and her hand closed on my bottom, squeezing.
‘Ow!’ I protested. ‘Sam, that hurts!’
‘Hurts?’
‘Yes. I’m a bit bruised.’
‘Bruised? Been whacked, have you? Show us.’
‘Not here, there are too many men looking. Take me in the loos.’
‘No, here,’ AJ ordered.
‘No, not here!’ I squealed, but they’d already got me by my arms, and the purple-haired girl was lifting my legs.
I did fight. I tried to, but it didn’t do any good. I was hauled up onto the bar, my boobs squashing out into a pool of beer and fag ash. Sam got my arms, twisting both into the small of my back, the purple-haired girl coming up between my legs, forcing me to spread them. The barman laughed at me, others too.
‘Please, not here!’ I begged as AJ began to turn up my skirt. ‘Please, don’t let her, Sam! Not here!’
‘Shut up,’ Sam answered, and my bottom was on show, my big cheeks straining out the fishnets.
‘Okay, you can see!’ I babbled. ‘Just don’t pull down . . .’
I broke of in a mew of despair, a noise that sounded pathetic even in my ears. AJ had put her hands up under my skirt, taking hold of the hem of my tights. They came down, slowly, peeled off my big, fat bottom, all the way, down to my knees, to leave me shivering with humiliation, my bruised cheeks stuck up, bare.
Everyone was laughing at me, without an ounce of sympathy for my plight. AJ took hold of my bottom, squeezing my cheeks and pulling them wide, to show off the crease, with the thin strap of my thong barely covering my bumhole.
‘Pull them down!’ someone called, a man.
‘Yeah, strip her!’ another demanded.
‘Shut up,’ AJ said. ‘Well, Dumplings, you have been whacked, haven’t you? What with, a tawse?’
‘A belt,’ I said miserably, as she continued her inspection of my bottom, prodding my bruises with her fingers to make me wince.
‘I’d have tawsed you,’ she said. ‘Maybe I will.’
‘No, please,’ I begged. ‘I’m not ready. I couldn’t take it. Let me up, please, I’ll lick you, all three of you.’
‘You will,’ she answered.
‘Come on, tall girl, pull down her pants!’ a man called. ‘Show us her cunt!’
‘Piss off,’ AJ answered. ‘All right, Sam, Naomi, let –’
‘She ain’t got the guts!’ a voice sang out, derisive, mocking.
‘Stop,’ AJ ordered. ‘I haven’t got guts? Watch this.’
‘No!’ I wailed, but it was too late.
My thong was down, jerked suddenly off my bum. Naomi pushed my legs wide and it was showing, all of it, my pussy, my bumhole, gaping to the leering, clapping crowd. I fought like anything, writhing and struggling in their grip, squealing like a pig, my boobs sploshing around in the pool of dirty beer. They took no notice, AJ slapping my bottom to set the cheeks quivering, then pulling them wide, stretching out my bumhole to the audience.
‘Please!’ I begged, but it did no good.
Something touched between my cheeks, cool and wet, hard too. I gasped as cold fluid splashed on my skin, beer, running down my crease and over my pussy. The bottle neck touched in my crease, hard and cold, moving slowly down and my eyes and mouth went wide in agonised realisation of what was being done to me. It touched my anus, bumped over the tight bar of flesh between my holes, to my pussy, and up, the cold beer gurgling into my hole as she stretched it down to let the air out. I gasped, panting as my vagina filled with beer, still struggling faintly, in an agony of humiliation and exposure, my head burning with the thought of all those gloating male eyes on my big, fat bottom, my dirty little bumhole, my stretched pussy.
AJ pulled the bottle out. I sprayed, unable to hold back, a fountain of beer erupting from my pussy to the sound of laughter and catcalls, also Naomi’s gasp of shock and disgust as it hit her full on. AJ smacked my bottom again, took me hard by my hair and pulled my head around. The bottle was pressed to my lips and I drank, tasting my pussy as I swallowed what little beer was left.
‘Do put her down, AJ darling,’ the barman said suddenly. ‘Management.’
I was on my feet in a second, my skirt tugged down to hide my bare bum. A man appeared beyond the crowd, totally out of place in his dark suit. Sam smiled at him and he gave us an odd look, but moved on.
‘Toilets,’ AJ said. ‘You wanted to lick me, Dumplings, now’s your chance.’
She took me by the hair again, her hand twisted into one of my bunches, to drag me behind her as she marched off, the others following. I was held low, forced to walk sideways, with my head close to AJ’s leather-clad bottom. I did want to lick her, badly, the others too, but I knew it didn’t matter. I was going to have to do it anyway.
The
y took me to the girls’ loo, a long, brightly lit room painted vivid pink. To my horror there were as many transvestites there as real women, but AJ didn’t seem to care. She chose a cubicle, one with the floor wet with pee, casually pushing down her trousers to bare a neatly rounded bum, small and tight, so different from my own wobbling posterior. I’d thought she would sit, but she didn’t, kneeling on the seat, her bum stuck out as I was pushed down to my knees by Sam and Naomi.
Everyone was crowding round to watch the show, girls, transvestites, even a couple of ordinary men. My cheeks were burning with humiliation, but when AJ reached back and snapped her fingers, pointing at the puff of white hair visible between her thighs, I went willingly enough, crawling forwards through the pool of piddle, until my face was inches from her bum.
I could smell her, rich and feminine, her pussy swollen and wet, with beads of moisture hanging from her lips, along with two silver rings. For a moment I hesitated, swallowing, only to have Sam take me firmly by the head and push my face into AJ’s bottom. There was laughter, and someone pointed out that my nose was pressed right against her bumhole. It was true, the little sweaty ring splaying out against my nose tip, with the smell of her strong in my head.
I began to lick, lapping at her piercing rings and clitty, rubbing my face in her crease. As I did it, Naomi took hold of my skirt, hoisting it up over my still bare bum. Sam let go of my hair, and they began to feel me up, fondling my bum and boobies as I licked at AJ’s sex.
It was awful, but it was lovely too. There were men staring at me, and it was impossible not to think of their cocks growing hard over the sight of my near-naked body. I had my face in a girl’s bum though, a lovely, dominant girl, and I do adore licking pussy. I don’t even mind licking a bumhole, if I’m feeling dirty, or if I’m made to, by a woman who’s dominant enough. AJ was, and I licked hers, with my tongue poked right up, as far as it would go, to the sounds of delight and disgust from the women looking over the top of the stall.
She was frigging by then, so I kept on rimming her, jabbing my tongue in and out of her now sloppy little hole with her firm cheeks spread out across my face. The others were feeling me openly, squeezing my boobs, with my bum held apart, to show off my pussy and bumhole to the audience. I heard AJ groan, starting to come, and as she did a finger slid up my pussy, a second, pulled out, back, and my vagina was gaping to a fist.
AJ’s bumhole tightened on my tongue. She gave a single, choking grunt and pulled away, even as my pussy stretched out on the invading fist. It was Sam, grinning as she forced her hand up my hole, deep in. AJ moved, and I went forwards, down over the lavatory, panting as Sam twisted her fist inside me. Naomi took my jacket, pulling it back to trap my arms, AJ snatching at my head, to force it hard down into the bowl.
‘No! Not again! No!’ I screamed and the water exploded around my head as AJ shoved hard down on the handle.
They held me there, head down the loo as I was bog-washed, again, for the second time in days, and again coming up dripping and coughing, with my hair sodden and full of bits of loo paper, the mixture of water and pee dripping from my bunches and out of my nose.
‘You bitches!’ I managed, gagging for breath as I struggled to pull my head out of the loo.
AJ slapped my face, hard, but Sam’s thumb slipped out of my pussy and found my clit. I came, almost immediately, as her thumb pressed to the little sensitive bud, flicking it as my mouth came open to the sting of AJ’s slap. Naomi tightened her grip, pulling my arms back until it hurt, and forcing me to stick my bum out onto Sam’s fist. I screamed in ecstasy and pain at the same instant as Sam’s thumb flicked once more on my clit, and again. I was writhing, squirming in their grip, my boobs slapping on the toilet, drops of dirty water spraying everywhere as I shook my head in uncontrollable, frenzied climax. AJ slapped me again, harder, full in my face, and spat, right in my open mouth.
That was it, the final, awful detail, right at the top of my orgasm, and putting the last, perfect touch to my torture. The spit went right in my mouth, landing on my tongue and I just stuck it out, showing them all what she had done to me as my climax faded slowly away.
Four
It had been good, very good, but it had hardly been fair. Basically they’d abused me, and if they’d frigged me off, it had been more to show me up than to give me pleasure. Sam and Naomi had made me lick them too, afterwards, taking turns to sit on the toilet with my head between their thighs, before I was even allowed to clean up.
For days I would go into a fit of shaking every time I thought about it, and I lost count of the number of times I came over the memory, masturbating until my pussy was too sore to touch. That was what made me forgive them, in the end, or at least Sam, who had been the one doing the frigging. AJ too, because she had helped me tidy myself up afterwards, and dealt with the various men who thought they were going to get their cocks sucked just because I’d been easy for the girls. Naomi was the vicious one, even if she hadn’t been giving the orders, so while it was impossible not to think of her just about every time I came, it was also impossible not to resent her.
In an effort to restore my battered pride, and to stop myself from rubbing my pussy red raw, I concentrated on uniform collecting. With Sarah’s Girl Guide outfit proudly displayed on the mannequin, easy options just weren’t going to satisfy. I wanted something good, something to impress my uncle. Given his anti-establishment views, a policewoman’s uniform seemed ideal.
To really satisfy, it had to be a policewoman with some rank, preferably with pips on her shoulders. It was not going to be easy, but then nothing worthwhile was going to be easy. The first thing was that I had to meet her socially, not professionally, otherwise there wouldn’t be a hope of getting her knickers off. So it was no good getting arrested for some trivial offence. Nor could I very well advertise for a lesbian police inspector on the net, as anything so obvious was certain to set alarm bells ringing.
It was the lesbianism that really put the icing on the cake and, try as I might, I could not think of anything that was even remotely likely to succeed. I tried though, and spent most of my evenings and a fair bit of time at work struggling to come up with an idea. I also avoided clubs and bars, determined to allow my bottom to return to a nice even shade of baby pink before doing anything that risked another whacking. I didn’t even see Uncle Rupert, who had spent the weekend with Sarah in Cornwall. To cap it all, I came onto my period early, and by the time that was over I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn’t set my sights on something more realistic.
The only even vaguely sensible thing I could think of to do was start making it known that I was into policewomen, as opposed to policewomen’s uniforms. Rumours spread, and I reckoned that there was a fair chance of someone coming back down the line to me. So I began to go out again, and put a couple of carefully worded personal ads on the net, suggesting I liked to be dominated by women in police uniform but without being too specific. I’d baited my line, and it was all I could do, so I got on with work, and licking women’s pussies and the other joys of life. I went to see Uncle Rupert too, to see how he had got on with Sarah, and also because I had a strong urge to take his cock in my hand again. Well, I hated the thought of the actual cock, but I wanted to make him come, and if that’s weird, then that’s just me.
‘Well?’ I asked him, more or less as soon I’d walked through the door. ‘How was it? I suppose she’s been made a priest and you pinched her robes after the service?’
‘Sadly no,’ he laughed. ‘Although a female cassock and dog collar would be quite a coup, assuming they differ at all from the male.’
‘You’d have the photo,’ I pointed out.
‘True,’ he admitted. ‘No uniforms, I’m afraid, but we had a wonderful weekend. You?’
‘Not much, other than being raped by three girls in the lavatory of a club in London Bridge.’
‘You’re joking?’
‘Partly. I supposed I could have screamed the place down if I’d really wa
nted to. The trouble is I’m getting too much of a reputation for liking it hard. Tell me about Sarah, once we’re comfortable.’
He said he’d fetch wine and glasses, and I went out into the garden, pinching the hammock and making myself thoroughly comfortable. When he came out it was with a bottle of champagne and two tall, slim glasses, serving before he started his story, still standing.
‘Well,’ he began, ‘I drove down on the Saturday morning again, as she wasn’t free until the afternoon. When we did meet, I had the full explanation for the absence of the Girl Guide uniform ready, but she didn’t give me a chance to use it. Her hand was on my crotch before we were half a mile from the school, and she sucked me off in a lay-by on the A391, which was risky to say the least. I’m sure every lorry that passed could see, but she didn’t seem to care, pulling my cock out and sucking on it as if her life depended on getting her mouthful of sperm. She got it too, within a couple of minutes, swallowing what she could and doing her usual dutiful thing by licking up the rest.
‘I’ve never seen a woman so urgent, and I masturbated her while she did it too, with a hand up her skirt and in her panties. She was wearing stockings, which I adore, and these lovely silk panties. As I said, I came quickly, but she got there first, with my cock in her mouth as she did it, sucking really hard.
‘After that, it was sex with everything. She wanted to go nude again, and to be spanked. I tried to explain the joys of keeping some clothes on, especially during a punishment, but she didn’t really get it. Even the idea of having her knickers peeled slowly down off her bum as she waited for it only made her giggle. For her it’s best to be nude, completely, without any concealment whatever, and to be proud of it. Also to be proud of her red bum once she’s been smacked. In fact, the idea that it was a punishment doesn’t appeal at all. She sees it very much as a sexual thing, and the red bottom as showing that she’s desirable, wanted really.’