by Peter Birch
She’d been stroking Emerald’s bottom as she spoke, using both hands and squeezing occasionally to part the full cheeks and make a yet ruder display of the tight little hole between, to which the American girl responded with a muffled sob. Vicky laughed and started to spank, her eyes glittering with cruelty and mischief as Emerald’s backside began to bounce and quiver to the slaps. One of the watching men swore, and a quick glance to either side showed Peter that several were masturbating openly while most of the others were squeezing erect cocks through their trousers, and every single one of the young men had his eyes glued to the dirty glass.
Peter’s own cock was an aching bar, painfully sensitive and near impossible not to touch, yet he held back, determined to watch all six of the girls take their spankings before he let himself go, but not at all sure if he’d be able to hold off for that long. Emerald’s cheeks had begun to rouge nicely and she seemed to be struggling to retain her composure as the spanking continued. Soon she was crying, and she didn’t seem to care about making a pretty exhibition of herself, as her face grew puffy and her bouncing bottom grew ever redder.
The five girls with their bottoms on parade were growing ever more apprehensive as the spanking became even more fervent. Emerald had begun to kick her feet up and down and squirm from side to side in an effort to avoid the slaps. She failed miserably, but succeeded in making an ever ruder and more undignified display of herself, with her now juicy cunt on open show and her butt hole squeezing and winking to the pained contractions of her full cheeks. Vicky laughed at the lewd exhibition, taking a firm grip around Emerald’s waist and teasing as she spanked.
“What a baby! Imagine crying over a little spanking, a big girl like you? You’re a big baby, Emerald. That’s what you are, a great big cry baby. So come on, spit out your knickers and tell me what you are and I’ll stop. Come on, Emerald, tell us all what a baby you are … come on, you know it’s true … come on, admit it!”
Vicky had been putting every ounce of her strength into the spanking as she spoke, sending Emerald into a kicking, writhing frenzy, with her pretty blonde hair tossing from side to side, her heavy breasts bouncing in her blouse, her thighs pumping frantically up and down and her hips squirming in every direction to show off her bare rear in a display that would have been comic were it not so arousing. Yet she fought against the final indignity, her face showing as much obstinacy as consternation and pain, only to suddenly break, spitting out her soggy panties and babbling her confession.
“Okay, okay, I’m a baby … I’m a big baby, a great big baby!”
The spanking stopped immediately but Vicky kept her grip, with her hand resting lightly across Emerald’s bottom cheeks as she spoke again.
“Yes, you are. But just so that there’s no doubt at all, tell us what you are again.”
“I … I …” Emerald began, her voice thick with shame. “I’m a big baby,” she sobbed. “A big cry baby.”
“I’m glad you realize that, Emerald,” Vicky went on, “and perhaps now that we all know what you are, you’ll be a bit less stuck up in the future. Now then, a few more smacks and you’re done.”
Emerald didn’t even have the will to protest, her head hung in defeat and her ass cheeks glowed as Vicky finished off the spanking. Peter even felt a little sorry for the American, especially when she was finally allowed to stand and he saw the expression of misery on her tear stained face as she reached back to rub at her blazing bottom. She’d been well spanked and made to humiliate herself, and Peter began to wonder if Vicky was running the competition in the way they’d discussed, or if she’d found some other way to make the girls submit to their degrading punishment. Despite this minor attack of conscience, his cock remained as hard as ever, while Vicky showed no sympathy as at all, awarding the sniveling Emerald a final swat across the back of her thighs as she spoke up once more.
“Up against the wall, Emerald, and keep that hot red ass bare until I’m finished. Right, that’s one little brat put in her place. Who’s next?”
The girls looked far from enthusiastic, exchanging worried glances from wide, moist eyes. All except Christine, who had her nose stuck in the air and an expression of haughty contempt on her face. The submissive pose of hands on head and her bare ass on show, due for spanking just like the rest, seemed to have no effect on her ego. Charlotte now looked seriously apprehensive, while Alice was so embarrassed that her face was much the same color as Emerald’s bottom. Katie had begun to snivel, with tears running from her eyes and her nose dribbling, while Tiffany was also crying but with her face working between bitter anguish and a near climatic ecstasy as she waited for Vicky’s decision.
“Lottie, maybe?” Vicky said. “You seemed to think it was funny earlier, and you really need spanking, hard and often … but not just yet. Perhaps I should wipe that smug grin off Chrissie’s face first? You’re not so tough, Christine. But no, it will do you good to wait a bit longer. No, Katie, you’re not going to get off just because you’re blubbering. You get spanked like the rest, but I’ll be kind. Let’s get it over and done with. You’re next.”
Vicky had stood far back against the wall so that all Peter could see was the top of her tawny blonde curls. Her position allowed her a full view of the six bare bottomed girls, but it also left Katie an escape route. A dash for the door and she’d have disappeared into the slowly gathering dusk and, while Vicky could no doubt have outrun her, there would have been a good chance of being seen from the convent. But, to Peter’s surprise, Katie stepped meekly out of the line to stand by the spanking chair until Vicky had taken her seat.
“Good girl,” Vicky said gently and patted her lap.
Katie went down without protest, draping herself across the young woman’s lap, her sweetly upturned little cheeks lifted for spanking, with the tight pink slit of her cunt readily exposed. Only the slow, lewd winking of her anal star betrayed her apprehension as she was taken around the waist. Vicky’s knee came up and Katie’s bottom achieved an even more acute angle, with her cheeks spread wide and every wrinkle and crease of her most private apertures exposed to the gaze of the men and the women. Peter felt a flush of guilt even as his hand went to his cock, no longer able to resist his arousal and intoxicated with the anticipation of four no less beautiful girls waiting to be put in the same humiliating position.
“I’m going to be nice to you, Katie,” Vicky was saying as Peter freed his cock from his fly. “Because you’re being so good, but I still think you need a good spanking, and deep down I’m sure you’ll agree.”
There was no response, save for the slight trembling of the flesh of Katie’s perfect little cheeks. Vicky stroked her bottom, not even attempting to hide the pleasure she took in the smaller girl’s body. Peter began to masturbate, his eyes glued to Katie’s splayed rear view, and at the same moment the spanking began. Vicky started gently, using just her fingertips to apply quick, sharp pats to Katie’s bottom, one cheek at a time. Unlike Emerald, Katie made no attempt at all to hold back, and was soon kicking her feet as the slaps grew firmer. Still, she did her very best to behave as Vicky had told her too, even cramming her panties back into her mouth when they accidentally fell out.
Only when Vicky began to use her whole hand full across Katie’s cheeks did the spanking really begin to take effect, with the smaller girl’s legs kicking up and down or scissoring wide to display the puffy, pink wetness of her pussy. Vicky merely tightened her grip and spanked harder, easily holding Katie in place despite her ever more frantic struggles. Soon the spanked girl had completely abandoned her efforts to accept her fate. She shook her head and thumped her fists on the bare wooden floor of the pavilion, her thighs pumping desperately and spread wide open without the slightest thought for the vulgar exhibition she was making of herself. When her panties tumbled from her mouth again she left them where they’d fallen and began to howl, letting her feelings out with all the unreasoning fury of a baby in a tantrum
. The spanking stopped immediately, and Katie slumped prostrate to the floor, disoriented and whimpering. Vicky’s mouth curved up into a small, cruel smile before she spoke.
“There we are. I think that’s you done, Katie. What a fuss, but then you never pretended to be anything other than what you are. So then …”
She trailed off as Katie got to her feet, red faced and tearful, clutching her hot bottom in pain as she scampered back to her position against the wall. Peter had been on the very edge of orgasm when the spanking stopped and now closed his eyes, willing himself not to come at least until the next girl had been put across Vicky’s knee.
“Christine next,” Vicky announced. “Come along, over my knee and get that little bare backside in the air.”
Christine gave Vicky a look of pure contempt and a defiant toss of her hair as she turned from the wall. She went over Vicky’s lap without the slightest hesitation, pushing her bottom up as high as it would go in a gesture of impudent bravado that also served to flaunt her proud and puffy cunt and the tiny rosebud of her ass, as perfect, feminine and virginal as Tiffany herself or anything Peter could have imagined in his most fevered fantasies. With that, he came, unable to control himself as he jerked frantically at his erection with spurt after spurt of cum erupting out against the pavilion wall and down his hand. As he rode out his orgasm, Vicky had begun to spank Christine’s perfect bottom, each firm little cheek bouncing as it was slapped and the tight pink eyelet of her ass puckering to the same lewd rhythm.
Peter imagined himself taking over the spanking, with the conceited little beauty held tight over his knee and spanked until she finally broke down and crawled to him to take his cock in her mouth and suck him, her smacked bottom thrust out behind and her blouse open to show off her pert tits. Or waiting until Vicky was done and then thrusting his cock deep into Christine’s warm virginity as she was held in place, spanked and deflowered and flooded with cum. Or forcing himself into the pretty pink star of her backside to sodomize her as she was punished, his cock pumping in her rectum as her ass was slapped, before stuffing his engorged penis into her mouth to add a final, filthy detail to her humiliation.
He wasn’t the only one to be overcome by Christine Arlington’s perfect beauty or her arrogant refusal to give in to the humiliation of taking a spanking. Beside him at the window Hunter Rackman cursed in ecstasy. Further along Gardiner groaned and fell back, clutching at Porky Jupp’s jacket as he lost his balance, to tumble onto the grass of the bank, his cock still pumping fluid. Porky swore as cum spattered his leg, swung one massive fist at Gardiner’s face even as Tinknell leapt onto his back, and battle commenced.
Inside the pavilion Christine twisted around, her eyes locking directly with Peter’s and her mouth instantly coming wide in a scream of furious indignation quickly matched by the other girls as they realized they were being watched. Peter hurled himself backwards, yelling for his companions to get clear even as he stumbled and sat down heavily on the rough grass. Some obeyed but others ignored him, a few of the cruder souls even staying at the window to laugh at the panic stricken girls as they frantically tried to shield their private parts from lecherous, inquisitive eyes.
Screams and shouts were ringing out on every side, with Jupp, Gardiner and Tinknell still fighting on the ground as Daniel and Hunter tried to haul the last of the others away from the windows. Peter had twisted his ankle but forced himself to his feet, taking hold of Porky’s collar and struggling to pull him away and break up the fight even as Christine appeared around the side of the pavilion. She hurled herself at him, swearing, spitting and scratching, so that he was forced to defend himself. Vicky arrived, hauling Christine off her feet. Peter staggered back, turned for the trees and ran, only for his ankle to give way and land him face first in the grass. He twisted over, his arms up to defend himself from the furious Christine, but she was being held clear off the ground by Vicky, with her legs kicking out so violently that she was unwittingly giving nearly as fine a display of her bare pussy as she had when she’d been over the knee. She made her feelings clear in no uncertain terms.
“I’m going to kill you, you filthy beast! I’m going to kill you if it’s the last thing I do! You … you …”
Her vocabulary appeared to be unequal to the task of expression her emotions, allowing Peter to speak as his sense of guilt got the better of him.
“I’m sorry, but look, let’s not get caught, ok?”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Vicky agreed. “Come on, Chrissie, you said I could spank you and I never said there wouldn’t be an audience.”
Christine seemed unimpressed by Vicky’s logic, still babbling invective and struggling vigorously in her captor’s grip even as she was hauled back down the bank. All the boys were now gone, Porky Jupp and Oliver Tinknell still trading punches as they disappeared into the trees. Of the other girls, only Tiffany remained close. Peter went to her quickly, kissed her, bade her goodnight and retreated up the bank, turning as he reached the trees to find her already far across the playing fields. So were Vicky and Christine, close behind the others, including Katie, who still had her skirt pinned up, affording Peter a final view of bobbing girlish butt cheeks before he fled the scene.
Chapter Five
“We want girls,” Oliver Tinknell announced.
He was not a pleasant sight, tall, bulky running to fat, and with a complexion the color and texture of suet save for where a gang of angry red pimples had erupted on each cheek. Gardiner stood beside him, smaller but no more prepossessing; with the squat, muscular Vernon Mawby further back by the door to Peter’s bedsit. The moment Gardiner’s long, ugly and highly unwelcome face had appeared around the door, Peter had realized the visit meant trouble and that it was sure to have something to do with what had become known as the Great St. Monica’s Spanking Show.
Even after returning safely to Broadfields, Peter had been convinced that everything would come out, leading to his expulsion. For three days he’d waited for the fateful summons to the Reverend Porter. But it never came and at last he’d begun to relax, increasingly convinced that Tiffany and Vicky had somehow managed to keep what had happened a secret between those involved. The more he thought about it the more sense it made, as the girls had broken the rules by smoking and they’d clearly agreed to the spanking. So they’d be in serious disgrace no matter what else happened. The same was true among the boys, those who’d attended now sharing a wonderful secret that could never be divulged to an outsider. Only it now seemed that not everybody was satisfied with what they’d had.
“What do you mean, you want girls?” Peter demanded after a moment to take in Tinknell’s question.
“We want girls,” Tinknell repeated. “You know, some of the girls from St. Monica’s.”
“And what am I supposed to do about it?” Peter asked. “You saw Christine Arlington, and you heard what she said! You think I could set you up on a date with her?”
“Not a date,” Mawby said, leering. “Just a bit of how-do-you-do.”
“Just a bit of how-do-you-do?” Peter echoed. “What do you think I am, some sort of pimp?”
“Well, yeah,” Tinknell answered. “You set it all up with Tiffany Lange, didn’t you?”
“Who told you that?” Peter asked cautiously.
“Everybody knows that,” Gardiner put in. “We’re not stupid. Thompson’s sister’s at St. Monica’s and she says the Head Girl’s not even allowed to give spankings.”
“Don’t give us any more bullshit, Finch,” Mawby added. “Or else you get thumped.”
“Be cool,” Peter answered, raising his hands as he tried to decide between risking the drop from his open window or wading in with his fists while yelling for his friends. “Okay, I set it up with Tiffs, but that doesn’t mean the other girls will do as I tell them. They didn’t even know we were watching, and they weren’t exactly happy about it either, where they?”
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br /> “That’s not our problem,” Tinknell answered.
“Come on boys, I’d love to help,” Peter lied. “But there’s nothing I can do, and anyway, don’t you think we ought to lie low for a bit, after what happened?”
“We want girls,” Tinknell insisted.
“And if you don’t get them for us, you get thumped,” Mawby reiterated.
“I want that Katie Vale,” Gardiner put in. “She’s pretty.”
“Lottie Mayfield,” Mawby said. “She’s got the best tits.”
“Alice Shelley,” Tinknell finished. “She’s like a little doll.”
“Jesus wept,” Peter despaired. “I can’t do that. You must know I can’t do that! Okay, Alice and Lottie are close with Tiffs, so maybe, just maybe, they’d be okay about being introduced to my friends, but not you ragtag bunch!”
“What’s wrong with us?” Gardiner demanded as he contemplated the yield of a nasal extraction on one ink stained finger.
“Yeah,” Mawby put in. “Girls like men with a bit of beef, like John Wayne. And anyway, you owe us, me most of all. I didn’t even get to watch the smackings.”
“You got lost in the woods,” Peter pointed out. “That’s hardly my fault, and I definitely don’t owe you, Gardiner, or you, Tinknell.”
“Yes you do,” Gardiner answered him. “We paid to watch six girls spanked and only three of them got it, two really.”
“You didn’t pay anything!” Peter retorted.
“That’s not the point. You promised we could watch six girls get punishment spankings, proper punishment spanking so they really howled …”