by Penny Birch
‘Let’s have a dekko,’ Jeff demanded.
He sounded interested, but sympathetic too, so I stood up and unfastened my jeans, pushing them down to show off my bruised thighs.
‘Ouch!’ Gavin commented, with both the others nodding their agreement. ‘On the thighs too! I bet that hurt?’
‘A lot,’ I confirmed.
‘I don’t get the thigh thing,’ Monty said. ‘I mean, a bum’s a bum’s, so obviously it’s good to smack it, but thighs?’
‘So it hurts more,’ Jeff pointed out. ‘It’s more for sadists than perves like you, Monty.’
Monty nodded, clearly quite happy to be called a pervert.
‘Drop your knicks, Jemima,’ Gavin demanded.
Quite a few other people were beginning to show an interest, but I quickly popped my knickers down the back to show him the state Danielle had left my cheeks in.
‘Colourful,’ he said, ‘very colourful. No spankies for you tonight then?’
‘Maybe a bit of OTK,’ I said as I covered up, ‘But most men prefer the girls to start fresh anyway.’
‘That’s true,’ Monty agreed. ‘There was one guy Morris was telling me about, who thought that once he’d done a girl she was spoiled, so he’d only go for the ones who’d never been spanked before.’
‘Who he thought had never been spanked before,’ Jeff corrected. ‘This is Morris we’re talking about.’
All three of them laughed and I found myself smiling. I knew they were as bad as any of the other men in the room, maybe worse, but they were treating me better than before, as a person and not just a pretty toy. All of a sudden I was on the very edge of tears, but managed to hold them back, distracted by Gavin.
‘Right, lads, lunchtime. You in, Jem, or do you have to serve?’
Nothing had been said, so I accepted his offer, tucking into fish and chips followed by a big slice of chocolate cake. Gavin kept the drink flowing too, so that by the time we’d finished I was feeling really quite good about myself, enough to want to make sure that I didn’t miss out on the brown envelopes at the end of the party. Morris was at the far end of the room, with Mr Morozov, Lucius Todmorden and various other important clients. I went over, seating myself on Lucius’s lap in a deliberate snub to Morris. As usual he seemed indifferent, beaming happily.
‘Ah, Jemima, good to see you! I am sorry about last week, but business is business. No hard feelings, I trust?’
‘I’m here,’ I said, unwilling to commit myself any further.
‘But not, I see, ready to perform,’ he went on. ‘At least not if the sweet little exhibition you just gave to the Razorback boys is anything to go by?’
‘Yes, you poor thing!’ Lucius put in as he cupped my bottom, stroking gently.
‘I don’t mind hand spanking,’ I offered.
‘That’s the spirit,’ Morris responded, ‘but we have seven girls this evening so I think we can spare your bottom.’
‘And I still get paid?’ I asked hopefully.
‘I don’t see why not,’ he replied. ‘I always feel it’s unfair if a girl takes a severe punishment and then can’t work for a couple of weeks, although I would like you to do me a little favour in return.’
‘Oh. Does it involve Danielle?’
‘Danielle’s not here. I did ask her, but she doesn’t dare risk a spanking in case your dad notices. No, there are two things I want you to do for me. The first is to persuade Amber Oakley and Kay to come to the next party. She’s rather wary, as you can imagine, because she knows that Mel will be out for revenge. But I happen to know that both she and Kay fancy you more than a little bit. If they were on a promise I think we could get them down here. Not a word to Mel though. She doesn’t trust you, and frankly I don’t blame her.’
‘Well I don’t trust you,’ I responded. ‘How do I know you’re not going to get Amber and Kay and me into bed and film us or something?’
He laughed. ‘What an excellent idea, and a fitting revenge! Mel would enjoy that immensely, especially if you two were to top Amber. But no, I have something else in mind.’
‘Um ... let me think about it. What’s the other thing?’
‘Very well, but don’t take too long. The other thing is that I have a little problem with Senor Juan Márquez y Lucientes over there.’
He gave a gentle inclination of his head and I followed his eyes across the room to where a big, greasy man with his napkin tucked in under his chin was making short work of a plate of pasta. I recognised him immediately as one of the men who’d watched Danielle spank me, making my tummy go tight as Morris went on.
‘For some reason best known to himself, he doubts that Danielle is really your mother ...’
‘Morris ...’
‘And that you’re a virgin.’
‘But I’m not!’
‘Yes, I know that, but he has a thing about virginity and he was making a fuss over my charges for watching the spanking so I told him you were. All he wants to do is ask you a few questions and inspect you.’
‘Inspect me!? But Morris, that’s not going to work, is it?’
‘Now that’s where you’re wrong. All we need is a little liquid skin – you know, the sort you put on cuts – and there you are, virgo intacta once more. Mel’s been practising on Annabelle and it’s very convincing, but we’ll make sure he’s drunk too.’
I glanced at the man, who noticed and gave me a little wave.
‘After lunch then?’ Morris asked.
For a moment I was going to rebel, but it was five hundred pounds, just to let some greasy old perve stare up my pussy, and not so much as a pat to my tender bottom.
‘OK,’ I said and sighed. ‘What a bunch of weirdoes!’
‘Many cultures attach great significance to virginity,’ Lucius began. ‘And I imagine that our friend is a Roman Catholic, in which case ...’
He carried on, still gently pawing my bottom as he lectured us. I cuddled into him, enjoying being held but not really listening. Mr Morozov disagreed on some point and they began an earnest discussion; Lucius breaking off occasionally to spoon feed me sticky toffee pudding from his bowl. Morris had lit a cigar, indifferent to the large no smoking sign directly above his head, and continued to puff until Melody came over.
‘She’s up for it,’ he announced. ‘Get her ready and I’ll tell the Tradesman.’
‘Good,’ Mel replied. ‘Come on, Jemima.’
She held out a hand, which I took, allowing myself to be led from the dining room, only not up to the Honeymoon Suite as I’d expected, but into the kitchen. Stefan was doing the washing up, which should have been my job, and gave me a filthy look. He was going to say something too, but Mel got in first, jerking her thumb towards the door.
‘Out, you can do that later. Jemima, strip.’
‘What, naked?’
‘Jeans and knickers off will do, then get on the chopping block.’
Stefan left, but Mrs Hegedus came in as I was unfastening my jeans, watching me with a disturbing intensity as I peeled off and climbed on the heavy wooden table we used for chopping meat. There was no time for modesty; Mel pushed me back and spread my thighs to leave my pussy gaping to the room. She peered close, one finger probing my sex as she began to speak. ‘The problem is that we’re not sure how good a look at you Juan the Tradesman got while Danielle was spanking you, but I’ve been looking at hymens on the net and they vary a great deal in size and shape. I’m going to give you just a little one, but it needs to look right.’
‘Why do you call him the Tradesman?’ I asked.
‘Because he always enters round the back,’ she explained, using her little finger to tickle my anus. ‘At least, when the front entrance is blocked, as yours is about to be. Hmm ... Harriet?’
‘Yes, Mrs Rathwell?’ Mrs Hegedus answered.
‘Do you have a raw chicken breast handy?’
‘Certainly, Mrs Rathwell.’
‘A raw chicken breast!?’ I demanded. ‘What for?’
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��The texture is about right,’ she explained as she eased my hole wide. ‘We need that glossy pink look.’
‘I thought you were going to use liquid skin?’
‘I am, to hold the piece of chicken meat in place. Now stay still.’
Mrs Hegedus had given her a chicken breast and I could only lie back and think of men who liked to put it up girls’ bums in order to preserve their virginity, presumably for later. I could barely feel it as Mel splayed out the mouth of my pussy and put a tiny piece of chicken meat in place, but the liquid skin was cold, making me gasp.
‘Stay still!’ Mel repeated. ‘Hmm ... not bad, not bad at all. Still, it will help if you make a bit of a fuss over being inspected.’
‘That won’t be difficult!’ I promised, now feeling thoroughly put upon with my pussy blocked with a piece of raw chicken and some randy old bugger about to inspect me for virginity.
‘I’ll stay with you, of course,’ she promised. ‘Come on then, he thinks you’re already upstairs.’
I hurried back into my clothes and followed her up by the fire escape to the Honeymoon Suite and that same bed where I’d been had by Karay. That had been strange, pure filth and seriously horny, but there was something disturbing about what I was doing now, and it was beyond kinky.
‘He wants you naked,’ Mel told me, ‘and bottom up.’
That was no surprise. Men generally do. I peeled off quickly and Mel took my clothes, hiding them out of sight to leave me stark naked and without protection. We talked for a while before there was a knock on the door, Morris, with Senor Juan Márquez y Lucientes behind him. To my surprise Mel addressed him in Spanish and he answered in the same language, then glanced at me, his little fat mouth pursed in speculation and his piggy eyes flickering over my breasts and hips.
‘Get on the bed,’ Mel told me. ‘Crawling.’
I obeyed, only remembering to make a fuss at the last second and trying to give the briefest possible flash of my pussy. Mel spoke a sharp word, slapped me and took me firmly around the waist, holding me tight as she spread my hole to the men. I was wriggling as they both peered close and the Tradesman said something in Spanish. Again Mel slapped me, but I kept wriggling and began to snivel, at which the Tradesman made an odd clucking sound which might have been disapproval for my lack of obedience, amusement at my reluctance, or just plain lust. Again he spoke, and he sounded satisfied, then to Morris in heavily accented English.
‘She is intact. I extend my apologies for doubting you.’
Mel let go and I hurriedly turned over, covering my tits and pussy in best outraged virgin style. He was smiling now, which made him look even creepier than before, and had sat down on the edge of the bed.
‘Say to me, Jemima,’ he asked. ‘Does your mother spank you often?’
What with having bits of raw chicken glued into my pussy and having to stick my bum in the air for an intimate inspection, I’d forgotten all about Danielle, so that for an instant I thought he meant Mum. That made it such a nasty shock that even when I did realise, all I could manage was a feeble nod. It seemed to be exactly what he wanted; the excitement rising in his voice as he went on.’Does she always pull your panties down?’
Again I nodded, because the image he’d planted wouldn’t go away, of me over Mum’s knee with my knickers turned down at the back and Pippa sat giggling on the sofa as she watched me get my bottom smacked.
‘Ah, yes,’ the Tradesman was saying, ‘it is so important that a girl should take a spanking with her panties down; but do you mind?’
I tried to concentrate, wondering what answer he’d expect: yes, that I hated going bare bottom, or no, that I accepted it as necessary for my discipline. The truth was somewhere in-between, that it was just something that happened when I was spanked, like Dad having a whisky when he got home from work. He didn’t have to do it, but he always did; in much the same way my panties came down. But if Senor Juan Márquez y Lucientes liked virgins he probably liked good girls too, fairly good ones anyway.
‘A ... a naughty girl should always be spanked bare bottom,’ I said. ‘So no, I don’t mind. I know they have to come down.’
He gave a sigh of such profound ecstasy that for a moment I thought he’d come in his pants, only for him to carry on.
‘And your mother, she takes down your panties always, or sometimes she makes you take them down?’
‘She always takes them down herself,’ I answered automatically.
This time he looked disappointed and I hastened to correct myself. ‘Except sometimes, when she makes me take them off in front of her, and gives me a lecture before my spanking.’
This time I imagined Danielle, telling me off as I stood in front of her, bottomless with my hands on my head and Summer watching. I was going to kill Morris.
‘A wise woman,’ the Tradesman commented. ‘And I have seen that she spanks you hard, as a bad, bad girl should be spanked. Still you have the blemishes.’
I nodded, not sure if he expected an answer.
‘But then,’ he said, ‘why does she put you on her udder?’
Mel burst out laughing, then quickly apologised as he threw her a filthy look.
‘Her breast,’ I supplied.
‘Not when it’s Harriet,’ Mel said quietly.
This time the tradesman’s look was questioning.
‘Harriet, Mrs Hegedus,’ Mel explained casually as my face flared crimson. ‘She takes over Jemima’s discipline when Danielle’s not about, and she lets her suckle too. She has big breasts.’
As Mel spoke she held her hands under her own boobs, which were hardly small, indicating even bigger ones. The Tradesmen smiled.
‘Senora Hegedus? She does, yes, muy grande.’
He laughed, then turned to me again. ‘So why?’
‘To ... to comfort me,’ I managed, now as red as a beetroot. ‘To make me feel better after my spanking, but ... but to make me feel small too, like I’m a baby.’
‘This is good,’ he replied, ‘and now I understand. Yes, you should not forget you are her baby. So last, into the corner you go to show your red bottom?’
‘I have to do corner time, yes.’
He clapped his hands and turned to Morris.
‘She is perfection. Never should I have doubted you. I wonder, does she need sodomising?’
You don’t often see Morris Rathwell taken by surprise, but his eyebrows rose at least a quarter of an inch.
‘Um ... well,’ he began, glancing at me as I gave a squeak of alarm. ‘Perhaps later?’
‘You must excuse me,’ the Tradesman responded. ‘My English is not perfected.’
He went on in Spanish, addressing Mel, who then turned to me. ‘He wants to pay you for a bum shag.’
‘I gathered that! Um ... look, I ...’
He’d got me impossibly flustered: my stomach churning and my pussy hot, my head full of confusing thoughts about spanking. I didn’t know if I was ready to be prostituted to the Tradesmen, or how easily I’d be able to accommodate him up my bottom for that matter; an idea that seemed to be utterly revolting and irresistibly exciting at the same time. Mel was talking to him, maybe selling me, a thought that made me want to spread my legs then and there.
‘OK,’ I said very quietly. ‘But Mel stays in the room.’
She spoke, he spoke back, and I’d been sold. He paid then and there, placing the money on the mantelpiece. Morris left the room and I was put on my knees to suck him erect while Mel poured him a drink and got my bottom ready. His cock was thick and dark brown, a bit like Mr Hegedus, but with an enormously fat head, so big it was like sucking on a golf ball; something Hudson had made me do as part of my blowjob training. Like a lot of older, fatter men, he took his time as well and was still only half stiff as Mel came out from the bathroom with the same lube Mr Morozov had used, and a slim pink butt plug.
‘Stick your bum out, Jem,’ she said happily as she got down beside me. ‘You have a lovely cock, Senor Márquez y Lucientes.’
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bsp; ‘And you, you have lovely udders ... no, breasts,’ he replied. ‘May I see them, perhaps?’
Mel shrugged and began to unfasten her blouse. He watched, one hand resting lightly on the back of my head to control the rhythm of my sucking as she peeled off, first her bloused and then her bra, to bare her heavy, black breasts. She held them up, stroking her nipples to make them stiff. He gave a please sigh and began to push himself in and out of my mouth.
I’d stuck my bottom out as ordered, and closed my eyes, concentrating on the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth, and I tried to relax as Mel put one well lubricated finger to my bumhole. She teased me for a moment, tickling my hole before easing her finger gently inside and up my bottom. I stuck it out a bit more, thinking of how I was being prepared for a buggering from the man whose cock was growing in my mouth and how the woman doing it had sold me to him.
‘That’s right,’ Mel said softly. ‘Just take it easy and ...’
She trailed off as she removed her finger, replacing it with the butt plug. I felt my ring start to spread as she pushed for the first time; a little more the second time, to leave me feeling open and loose as she pulled back, only to then push more firmly, easing the plug all the way in to my bumhole stretched taut and open.
‘Up it goes. There, you do look cute.’
Senor Márquez y Lucientes still wasn’t fully hard, maybe because I’d been concentrating on accepting the plug up my bottom, so I took his balls out and into my mouth while tugging on his shaft. Mel saw and began to play with her boobs, cupping them in her hands and rubbing them on my back. I was getting horny for her, eager to suckle on her lovely big breasts or have her sit on my face, but I’d been paid for a buggering and carried on playing with his cock, until at last he had a thick, stiff erection rising from his open trousers into my mouth.
‘Now I am ready,’ he said. ‘Show me that little bottom, and your virgin cunt ... kneeling.’
I didn’t need telling, and quickly turned from the chair to lay my upper body over the bed with my bottom presented. He gave a grunt of effort as he heaved himself out of the chair, but he was eager enough, shuffling over to me on his knees with his cock aimed between my cheeks. Mel came and sat down on the bed, stroking my back as he got behind me. His cock touched my pussy and for a moment I thought he was going to ram it up, bursting my fake hymen for the supposed thrill of taking my virginity, only for him to start rubbing his huge knob on my clit. My mouth came wide in a gasp of pleasure, and he chuckled to see hear my helpless response. I really couldn’t help myself, pushing myself back onto his prick, only for him to stop rubbing and just for one instant press his knob to my hole as if to fuck me.