Chapter 1: An embarrassing journey

          The bus came to a shuddering halt. Except for an old couple occupying the seat directly behind the driver it was almost empty. The only other passenger was a young girl. She glanced nervously towards the door as a youth climbed aboard. He was probably about 18 she thought, a few years older than herself, and quite good looking. However her swift appraisal quickly turned to concern, because as the bus pulled away from the stop the boy made his way down the central aisle and with a grin sat down next to her. Colour immediately rose to her cheeks. She quickly turned her face to the window and tried to ignore him, concentrating instead on the countryside that was gliding past. The summer sunshine was bathing the fields and hedgerows in a yellow glow. But it didn't help...she could feel his eyes as they roved slowly over her. Her nipples grew hard under the unwanted attention and she squeezed her thighs tightly together. She so hated her mother! Because the weather was "lovely" she'd made Lisa wear a short summer dress. It was way shorter than anything she'd normally consider wearing, and besides exposing most of her thighs, it also revealed far too much of the swelling curves of her breasts. Usually she kept herself hidden beneath baggy sweatshirts but her mother had insisted. According to her it was summer and it wasn't healthy "to hide yourself away from the sun". Worse still she hadn't been allowed to pack her own suitcase so was more than a little worried about what she would find when she finally opened it.

          Lisa Lus was 15 years old and incredibly shy. At school she was teased incessantly about it. Her cheeks always burned when she was made to answer a question or explain something in front of the class and whenever she had to get changed for games she always tried to keep herself covered. The rest of the girls on the other hand didn't seem to mind wandering around the changing rooms naked so her shyness attracted lots of unwelcome interest. On several occasions her classmates has threatened to strip her naked and show the boys everything she'd got! And even though the teasing probably wasn't serious it still filled her with worry and caused her cheeks to flame with embarrassment.

          She'd begged her mother not to send her, but it hadn't done any good. Now she was on the final part of her journey to her Aunt and Uncles farm. She'd be staying with them for the summer break, almost six weeks. The thought was just too horrible to contemplate; but her parents intended to travel across Europe for several weeks so there wasn't really any choice. Her Auntie Olivia was a very strict but also very attractive woman. The main problem was that she didn't like her niece one little bit. Lisa had no idea why this was but it was obvious whenever the pair met. Aunt Olivia constantly criticised her and often suggested to her mother that Lisa would benefit from some good old fashioned discipline, whatever that meant. And now she was going to be under her Aunts' supervision for the whole of the summer. As she'd waved goodbye to her mother at the railway station her heart had been filled with dread.

          The short train journey had passed without incident and she'd found the bus station easily enough but now her heart was hammering in her chest as the boy next to her pressed closer.

          "My names Anton," he said quietly and held out his hand. Very reluctantly and blushing profusely Lisa looked up into his grinning face before shaking his hand politely as she'd been taught to do.

          "I'm Lisa. Lisa Lus," she said. It was almost a whisper.

          "Well Lisa Lus and where are you going?" The grin on his face never wavered causing the blush in her cheeks to grow steadily hotter.

          "I'm staying with my Aunt and Uncle, the Brites, on their farm for the summer," she said reluctantly. She'd been brought up to be polite at all times, so she had to answer the horrid boy. She was horribly aware that his eyes kept flicking down to the expanse of smooth thigh revealed by her short dress and then back to the twin points that her nipples were making as they pushed shamefully against the thin cotton. Her face burned.

          "I know it well, you'll need to get off in about 15 minutes, your Uncle’s farm is a few miles this side of the village." He paused and looked at her thighs once more.      "Why don't we play a little game?" he said. The grin on his face grew even wider. Lisa looked up sharply. She didn't like the sudden superior tone in his voice and couldn't disguise the look of absolute horror that appeared on her face when she heard what he said next...

          "Take your panties down and give them to me, and I'll let you get off at your stop." Her face turned scarlet. "If you don't I'll keep you here till we get to the next town, then you'll be in real trouble!" Lisa's heart was hammering so hard in her chest she thought it was going to explode. He grinned some more.

          "Well?"

          "Please," she whispered, "don't make me. Don't make do that."

          "But that's exactly what you're going to do, well, if you want to get off at your stop." He grinned with pleasure at her obvious embarrassment. "Do you want to see your Aunt and Uncle tonight or are you coming into town with me?" He looked thoughtful. "If you don't do as you’re told I'm going to tell the driver and that old couple that you showed me your pussy. It won't take long before your Uncle hears what a little slut you are!“ He sniggered. The girls' face was absolutely scarlet. Lisa was trapped. She knew the awful boy was serious, if she didn't do as he said she'd be in all sorts of trouble. She looked desperately up the bus but no one was going to help her.

          "You'd better hurry up," he said threateningly. She looked into his eyes. They were blue and hard like ice. With a small sob she reached under the hem of her dress, lifted her bottom slightly up off the seat and with trembling fingers slowly drew her white knickers down her legs. They sat there above her knees.

          "All the way off and give them to me." It was an order. She did as she was told, leaning forward in the seat and slipping them off over her sandals. As she handed them to him she saw the look of triumph in his eyes and his gleeful smile. She wanted to hide herself away and escape from his grinning face but she couldn't, she was trapped where she sat, and now she didn't have any panties on! Watching her closely he opened the tiny garment, brought it up to his nose and sniffed.

          "Mmmmmm I'm pleased you're a clean girl." Her face was so hot she felt dizzy. Suddenly she jerked as something touched her thigh. She grabbed for his hand and gripped it tightly, trying her best to push it away.

          "N...N...No don't! Please don’t!" she stammered.

          "Put your hands on the back of the seat in front and keep still," he said very quietly. The threat in his voice made her shake even more. Looking into his angry eyes she slowly lifted her hands and gripped the back of the seat just as she'd been told to do. Her knuckles went white as his hand slid up her gently quivering skin.

          "Open your legs you little tart!" he hissed. Again she found herself doing as she was told. The hand curved around the softness of her inner thigh as it disappeared under her dress. She gasped and bit her lip, her cheeks glowing with heat as his fingers touched the fine hair that nestled between the tops of her thighs. Her bush kept all of her private places covered so she never trimmed it. And now she could feel those private places throbbing and tingling with a life of their own. She gritted her teeth as she felt a tell tale wetness beginning to seep from her girlish slit.

          "P...P...P...P..Please stop," she whimpered but he didn't. Instead he leant heavily against her and she gasped as the creeping fingers slid easily between her slippery folds. In the hot moistness beneath her dress two of them pushed forcefully into her tight hole. Her hands gripped the seat back like a vice and she almost groaned out loud as the teasing digits slid wetly back and forth. He chuckled and held his hand up in front of her face. The fingers were shiny with sticky fluid. Blushing deeply she closed her legs tightly together. After that he made her beg him to let her go, which she did very prettily; But only after he'd pinched and pulled at each of her nipples through the thin material of her dress did he allow her to stand up.

          Now as she stood at the side of the road he waved from the bus window as it pulled away, in his hand were her white panties. The grin on his face was as self-satisfied at it had been when she'd first seen him. With her pussy still leaking and with her nipples throbbing madly she looked up and down the empty lane. She couldn't believe what had just happened and now she was really worried. Her Aunt and Uncle were expecting her at 3 o'clock. She looked at her watch, it was half past already and she had no idea where she was! Luckily at that moment an old lady on a bicycle came around the corner. A few enquiries and Lisa discovered that the horrid boy had kept her on the bus way past her stop. According to the old woman, who thankfully gave her directions, she could reach her Uncle's farm within half an hour, if she took a path through the forest. Keeping to the road would almost double the time. Whilst the old woman spoke she kept staring down at the very prominent points that Lisa’s hard nipples were making in the front of her dress. The young girl blushed hotly, aware that she was leaking sticky fluid down the inside of her thighs. As the old woman stared a breeze suddenly lifted the hem of the summer dress revealing Lisa’s lack of panties. Her pubic bush and the delicate lips beneath were fully exposed. She squealed and grabbed at the floating material but it was too late.

          “You dirty little hussy,” snapped the old woman, “I’ll be speaking to your Uncle!” With that she was gone.

          Red faced Lisa hurried along the side of the road until she came to the path the old woman had described. Gratefully she plunged into the shelter of the trees. Once safely out of sight of any passing traffic she laid her little case on the grass and opened it. It didn’t take long to search through its contents but much to Lisa’s dismay there weren’t any panties. Her mother had sent her with two white cotton vests, a very short denim skirt, two pairs of sandals and several short summer dresses. Besides her toiletries bag there was nothing else in her case! That was all! No panties or bras and, she realised, no nightgown or pyjamas either! What was she going to wear in bed? Lisa couldn’t believe what her mother had done. Why on earth hadn’t she included any underwear? Self-consciously she continued to walk along the forest path with nothing beneath her dress. Her face was burning with both embarrassment and indignation. How could her mother have been so cruel?  She hadn’t walked far when an urge to go to the toilet began to make itself known. Soon her bladder wouldn’t be denied but Lisa was a very shy and proper young girl. The thought of going to the toilet, or "making pee-pee" as she childishly called it, in the open, filled her with anxiety. What if someone happened to come along and see her? It didn’t bear thinking about. Soon she was almost running as the need to urinate became increasingly urgent. As she hurried along the track it passed narrowly through a stand of thick bushes. It was then that she spotted the cabin standing a short distance from the path. They were bound to have a toilet!  Gratefully she scampered through the gate, which was set in a heavy wooden fence, and up to the front door where she knocked loudly. No-one answered.

          "Ooooohhhh come on, come on!" she gasped under her breath. But nobody came to the door.

          Resignedly she ran back to the path now almost overcome with the pain building in her bladder. If she didn't go within the next few minutes she'd wet herself.  Looking frantically around she hurried across to a gap in the surrounding greenery, held her dress up to her waist and bobbed down. Just as the first trickle of fluid began to spurt from her hole an angry voice made her literally jump out of her skin.

          "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lisa looked up into the face of a huge man. His shirt sleeves were rolled up revealing bulging forearms and across one shoulder he carried an axe. She squealed and tried to stop the fluid that was starting to jet from between her open thighs but her bladder wasn't going to be denied. The stream of urine squirted noisily onto the grass. Her face burned with humiliation as she realised he could see everything, absolutely everything. She tried to lower her dress but couldn't. It was firmly trapped above her bent legs and rolled around her waist. She couldn't move. With no choice she remained in the revealing position until she'd finished. The man was angrily calling her a dirty little scrubber but she was too consumed with shame to really listen. All she was aware of was that he was seeing her go pee-pee and she wanted to curl up and die. She could feel his eyes examining the open lips of her pussy as she squatted in front of him. The embarrassment was so intense that she thought she might faint. At least that would be an escape! Slowly the flow decreased and after a few final squirts she jumped to her feet.

          "Aren't you going to wipe yourself?" Lisa simply shook her head miserably as she fixed her gaze firmly on the grass by her feet. She couldn't bear to look at him.

          "And why aren't you wearing any panties you little tart?" Lisa couldn't bring herself to answer. She just stood there shaking like a leaf with her face bright red.

          "This is private property and you're trespassing." Picking up her case he turned and started to walk towards the cabin. "Well come on!" he barked crossly.

          He disappeared through the door with Lisa following slowly behind. Once inside he handed her a piece of rag before sitting down on a chair and sliding her case onto the kitchen table.

          "Well go on, clean yourself up you dirty girl." Beneath his amused gaze she quickly wiped her pussy and not knowing what else to do put the now slightly wet rag into her pocket. She glanced up fearfully. His annoyed expression frightened her so when he told her to stand in front of him and put her hands behind her back she did just that. Her nipples had been hard ever since the horrible boy had pinched them and since the old lady had looked at them but now because she was scared they were getting even harder. Her girlish but full breasts bulged out against the front of the thin dress, her bra doing little to hide the erect state of her nipples. They stuck out like thorns. The man asked her who she was, where she was going and why she wasn't wearing any panties. Red faced she answered truthfully, almost breaking down in tears when he made her describe what the boy had done to her.

          "I know your Aunt and Uncle well," he said. "When they pick you up from the police station I expect they'll be very angry." Lisa looked at him in shock.

          "Oh please Sir, please," she begged, "don't call the police!"

          "Trespassing is a very serious offence I don't see what else I can do?" His smile made her cringe inside. She started to cry.

          "Mmmmm...well maybe I could discipline you myself," he mused. "At least then your Uncle wouldn't need to know." Lisa looked up at him through her tears with hope in her eyes. She knew she'd been a bad girl. It was probably all her own fault so she had to be punished. She deserved it.

          "Yes Sir you punish me but please don't call the police!"

          "I don't know..." he said teasingly. He looked at the sobbing girl and couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face. "Are you willing to take a proper spanking? If not..." His hand reached towards the telephone.

          "Yes! Yes Sir! Pleeeease! I'll do whatever you say!"

          "Take off your dress," he said sternly. Lisa gripped the hem and pressed it desperately against her thighs. The fresh panic in her very red face only made his grin spread wider. The last thing Lisa wanted to do was undress in front of him. Her embarrassment would be unbearable. She thought about pleading with him but knew it wouldn't do any good.

          "Now I said!" Choking back tears and swallowing noisily she reluctantly grasped the edge of the dress and drew it slowly upwards. After a few wriggles it passed over her hips and seconds later she was holding it in her hands. Her face burned as she held the crumpled garment in front of her small bush of pubic curls. It was a futile attempt at keeping her private places hidden from his eyes. Encasing the full curves of her youthful breasts the plain white bra did little to disguise the engorged state of her nipples and through the thin material he could clearly see the dark pink circles of her aureoles. He chuckled quietly.

          "Get that bra off." Whimpering she turned away from him and still keeping the dress pressed against her stomach managed to unclip the bra with one hand. The straps slid down from her shoulders and she slowly took each arm out in turn. As the bra tumbled to the floor she kept one arm pressed across her chest cupping one of her full globes in her hand.

          Ben Bolker looked at the trembling young girl and smiled to himself. Within the confines of his underwear a stiffness was beginning to grow.

          "Hands behind your back. Come on I haven't got all day!" Lisa looked at him with wild eyes. Panic was etched on her very hot face but she knew in her heart that there was no chance of escape. Sobbing piteously she let the dress fall. It dropped to the floor.

          "Now stand up straight girl and let me have a proper look at you." Wishing that a hole would miraculously appear in the floor and swallow her up she did as she was told. Now the whole of her front was exposed to his interested stare. She was consumed with humiliation as his eyes slowly inspected her nakedness and all that was on show. Grinning triumphantly he reached out towards her. As his huge hands closed over her trembling breasts she began to sob more loudly. For several minutes he amused himself squeezing, lifting and moulding the wonderfully firm globes before gripping their sensitive tips between his thumbs and forefingers and pinching hard. Lisa let out a wail of dismay as he pulled firmly making her stumble even closer to him. His hands traced the smooth contours of her belly and then pushed in between her soft thighs. She had no choice but to spread her legs. Immediately she began to mewl in protest as his thick fingers investigated the very wet slit of her pussy. He wasn't particularly gentle which caused her to jerk and moan as her delved deeply between her delicate lips. She squealed and rose up onto her toes as the tip of a questing digit met the thin membrane that remained intact within her tight hole.

          "Well that's a surprise," he said sarcastically, "I'd have thought a little slut like you would have had lots of cocks up her!" Lisa writhed on his fingers, her face ablaze with humiliation, and groaned as her pussy oozed fluid.

          "But I'm glad you're still a virgin, you'll be able to show your Aunt and Uncle what a nice young lady you are." At that moment she began jerking her hips back and forth uncontrollably. Delicious sensations were flooding her belly. Unable to stop her pussy rhythmically gripping the teasing fingertips she threw her head back and squealed.

          "Mmmmmmmmmm! Ooooooooooohhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Oh God!" A tiny squirt of sticky fluid signalled the arrival of her orgasm as she came all over his hand.

          "How dare you, you disgusting girl! What on earth do you think you're doing?"

          Once pulled down across his lap very different sensations began to fill Lisa's world. Because of his work the man had big hard hands and from the very first spank Lisa began to shriek. After a few minutes her poor bum cheeks were literally on fire. Each impact was met by a burst of tears and a moment of frantic wriggling. From the outset she tried to cover her buttocks for protection but he simply pinioned her hands in the middle of her back, leaving both of the fleshy curves helplessly exposed. Worst still she could feel his hardness pressing into her stomach. She knew exactly what it was, she wasn't stupid, but she'd never touched a "cock" before so her fear was growing in equal measure to the awful burning in her bum. She cried out as another hard impact flattened one of her rear cheeks. The little cabin began to ring with her howls and the regular slap of a palm striking soft flesh. He talked as he spanked her. His voice mocking;

          "What a fat little bottom you have, is it feeling hot?"

          "Nice girls don't give their panties to boys and let them touch their privates, now do they?"

          "Is that stinging a bit, well good, maybe it'll teach you a lesson."

          "Why are you so wet between your legs? I think you might be enjoying this a bit too much."

          "Do you usually give your panties to boys and let them touch you?" Lisa squealed and pleaded and begged for him to stop. She promised to be a good girl in future! She promised! She promised! She promised! After every few spanks he paused and parted the writhing red curves before peering closely into the space between her legs.

          "Goodness me you naughty girl. You're leaking juices all over the place. And just look at your pussy lips! They're all thick and swollen, are you enjoying this?" Lisa wallowed in a sea of humiliation as she heard his words. She knew exactly where he was looking and it filled her with shame.

          "I don't think your Aunt will be too impressed when I tell her about your clitoris sticking out when I punished you!" He chuckled as her pleading grew even more desperate.

          "Have you been letting the boys at school touch this too?" he asked teasingly, as he pushed a fingertip against her clenching bum-hole. She went rigid on his lap at this intimate invasion, her sobbing growing louder as his fingers leisurely explored the length of her bottom crack.

          When he stopped she thought it was over but her hopes were quickly dashed. He parted the burning cheeks of her bottom once more but this time pushed his fingers back inside her tight vulval hole. At once she started to moan and groan and grind her pubic mound against his knee, she couldn't help herself. And then she was ready to come! Sticky fluid was coating the inside of both of her trembling thighs and she could feel her wetness soaking into the trousers beneath her belly.

          "Stand up!" Swaying slightly and sobbing quietly she did as she was ordered. The tingling between her thighs was maddening.

          "You can show me how you touch yourself before you go." He chuckled happily. "And you'd better hurry up. Your Aunt and Uncle are going to be very cross that you're so late!" Lisa couldn't believe her ears. Surely he wasn't serious. Surely he didn't want her to play with herself in front of him! He'd already made her come once! It was too shameful! She begged him not to make her do it, but he just laughed. Standing naked with her nipples sticking out and everything on show was so so embarrassing; But it was her pussy that she was most aware of. Its' lips felt thick and heavy. And her clit was swollen and throbbing and standing up so much that it was actually poking forwards from beneath its' little fleshy hood. And everything felt really wet and sticky and coated in her spendings!

          Knowing that he wouldn't let her go if she didn't do as she was told, and worrying about her Aunt and Uncle the young girl resignedly moved her hands down her stomach. Closing her eyes she began to make little circles over her clitoral knob, gasping and sobbing as the feelings of both humiliation and pleasure gradually increased. Soon she was sliding her fingers between her slippery lips and groaning unashamedly. And then she made herself come. It happened quickly because she was so turned on by the awful situation and so guilty because she was so turned on! Her head was spinning and she knew she was being really naughty and would have to be punished for being a little slut but it felt so good! In her head the confusion was making her think that she actually deserved to be punished! As the orgasm hit it was so intense that as she frantically finger fucked herself her eyes flew open. She found herself staring directly into the awful mans' amused gaze. Unable to look away as her pussy contracted again and again her cheeks flamed with fresh humiliation.

          Several minutes later, and on wobbly legs, Lisa was again hurrying down the forest path heading towards her Uncle's farm. Try as she might she couldn't stop the worry that was spiralling inside her head. What would her Aunt say? She was in terrible trouble! When they realised she had no panties on she'd have to be punished! What was going to happen? And what about her suitcase? The horrid man had refused to give it back to her saying she'd have to return and collect it in the morning! She'd begged and begged him but he'd just laughed. He'd kept her bra too so now she was totally naked beneath the thin summer dress! Between her legs her pussy refused to stop leaking. She could feel it wetting the inside of her thighs and blushed hotly. Before she'd gone much further she knew she'd have to stop and do something about it. So, feeling terribly exposed, she squatted down and using the scrap of rag from her pocket carefully wiped the stickiness from her thighs and vaginal crease. As her fingers brushed across her clitoris a rush of guilty pleasure flooded her belly. But it was her poor bottom that demanded most of her attention. Even the light cotton moving against her rear cheeks was sending uncomfortable tinglings racing across the sensitised flesh. To alleviate the stinging she guiltily held the thin dress away from her rolling globes allowing the cooling air to gently soothe them. With her mind full of dread she rushed on. The terrible day had changed the shy schoolgirls' life forever. She'd never experienced such humiliating things before and she never wanted to again! Little did she know what lay in store…

Chapter 2: Hot cheeks

          Finally the path emerged back onto the road. A few yards further down on the left hand side was an open gate with a sign which said "Brites Farm" in bold letters. Thankful to have arrived safely without any further awful things happening to her, Lisa hurried to it and headed down the drive. As she rounded a bend she caught sight of the old farmhouse and her heart filled with equal measures of both relief and trepidation.

          She scampered up to the front door but just as she was about to knock it swung open.

          "Where on earth have you been girl? We've been worried sick!" said Olivia Brite, Lisa's Aunt. She was a tall intimidating woman whose curvy figure belied her years.

          "I'm sorry I'm so sorry I missed my stop and then and then I got lost in the woods and..." Her Aunt cut off the rambling explanation.

          "Where's your case?" she asked angrily. Lisa's face was already flushed but now it bloomed with heat turning her cheeks bright red.

          "I lost it in the woods," she blurted out nervously.

          "You careless girl, hasn't your mother taught you anything about responsibility? Come inside!" Lisa stared at her Aunt's back as she turned and led her through the house and into the kitchen. Sitting at the table was her Uncle Bryan, a tall grey haired, but heavily built, man. He looked up from the newspaper he was reading and his expression wasn't one of welcome.

          "Where's she been?" he asked his wife.

          "Says she got lost in the woods, if you believe that, and to top it all she's lost her case...apparently." They both stared at Lisa with disapproval in their eyes. She squirmed under their combined gaze, horribly aware that she had nothing on under her dress and that her nipples were sticking out shamefully. She stood there wringing her fingers together nervously.

          "Shouldn't she be wearing a bra at her age?" he asked curiously, as his eyes examined the obvious points that were jutting out from the front of her dress. Lisa's heart was hammering so hard she could feel her boobs juddering as he looked at them.

          "Yes she should! I can't understand it. I know her mother doesn't discipline her but letting the girl make such a slutty display of herself, well it's disgusting. Why aren't you wearing your bra girl?" Lisa didn't know what to say. Her face burned as she pathetically mumbled that she had forgotten it! Her Aunt gave a spiteful laugh.

          "Well you won't be forgetting things while you're here my girl! First of all you'll address your betters as Sir or Miss, do you understand?"

          "Yes Miss," Lisa replied meekly. She certainly didn't want to anger her Aunt any further.

          "Now sit down and I'll get you something to eat." Lisa stared around the large flag-stoned room as her Uncle returned to reading his paper. From the thick black beams hung a whole array of drying herbs and different shaped pans, whilst occupying one wall was a huge iron range with two ovens. The room was certainly warm. She gasped quietly as she sat down on the hard wooden chair, biting her lip as her bum cheeks flared with heat and the tingling in her pussy reignited.

          As she poured the glass of fresh milk and tipped the little vial of white powder into it Olivia Brite was careful to keep her back to both her husband and her niece. She grinned wickedly to herself. Allowing her sadistic nature free reign where her young niece was concerned was something she'd been looking forward to for several years, and now that an opportunity had finally presented itself she intended to indulge herself fully. Jack Ford, the local doctor and Olivia's very good friend, had provided the stimulant free of charge. He too was eagerly looking forward to meeting her young niece Lisa. The pair of them had shared an interest in discipline and submission over many years, often discussing the subject and exchanging ideas over a friendly cup of coffee. Olivia's husband occasionally entertained his wife's fantasies but knew nothing of the plan that she and their old family friend had decided to carry out. Olivia knew that once they began to punish the girl, and she became their plaything, her husbands' natural instincts would take over. Under the watchful eye of her Aunt, Lisa quickly ate the sandwich and gulped down the glass of milk unaware of the chemicals that were now entering her system. It wouldn't be long before the girl began to feel the benefits! mused the older woman smiling happily.

          What Lisa also didn't realise was that her Aunt had spoken to Ben Bolker only half an hour earlier. The woodsman often did work for the Brites and just like their local Doctor was also aware of Olivia's particular interests and of her plan. Earlier that day, when the nervous girl had walked up to his cabin, he'd realised immediately who she was. But when she'd then squatted down and begun to urinate he really couldn’t believe his luck. Olivia Brite licked her lips as she looked at her niece finishing the last of the milk. She knew full well that the girl was naked beneath the summer dress and also that she had a sore bottom! It was those two facts that she was about to exploit in a most enjoyable way. Her heart began to beat a little faster.

          "Come along Lisa," she said leading the girl out of the kitchen, "I'll show you where your bedroom is." Once upstairs she led the way along a landing and turned through a doorway. The room was small but comfortably furnished. A single bed with an old fashioned iron surround stood against one wall and jutted out into the centre of the room. A wardrobe and dressing table stood at the end opposite the door. What Lisa was surprised to see were two heavy armchairs, each positioned close to a bottom corner of the little bed. They looked out of place and took up quite a bit of the available floor space, but maybe her Aunt didn't have anywhere else to store them.

          "Your Uncle and I sleep in the room next door. Now seeing as you've lost your case I need to find something for you to wear to bed, come along."

          In another room further down the landing Lisa was feeling very warm and close to panic as she stood next to her Aunt, who was pointing to the top shelf in a tall cupboard whose door was open.

          "There should be some old pyjamas of your cousins up there," she said, placing a chair in front of her niece. Lisa didn't know what to do. If she got up onto the chair her Aunt was going to discover that underneath her dress she wasn't wearing any panties! Her face began to heat up at the thought but what concerned her even more was that her clitoral knob and nipples had started to throb and tingle and she could feel that her pussy was wet again. It was beginning to ooze with excitement. Usually she only felt those sensations when she was being naughty and touching herself. What was happening to her?

          "Well hurry up I haven't got all day!" With no choice Lisa forced herself to climb up onto the chair hoping against hope that her Aunt wouldn't notice that she had a bare bottom. But the shelf was so high that she had to stand on her tiptoes and reach up to quickly grab the folded pyjamas. That was all it took!

          "Good grief!" yelled her Aunt. "You aren't wearing any panties! What on earth do you think you're doing?"

          A few moments later, during which time she was scolded loudly about her sluttish attitude, Lisa found herself standing once more in front of her Uncle. He looked up from his paper with annoyance in his eyes. Being disturbed whilst he was reading always irritated him.

          "Lift up your skirt you little tart and show your Uncle the state you're in!" Lisa looked at her Aunt with pleading in her eyes. For the shy schoolgirl this was like her worst nightmare coming true. With shaking hands and a face which was glowing crimson she slowly raised the hem of the offending dress. Her smooth softly curved thighs came into view and then, much to her chagrin, the tuft of private curls between her legs.

          "Get it higher than that girl!" snapped her Aunt. Drowning in humiliation Lisa lifted it until the whole of her belly was on show.

          "Why isn't she wearing any panties?"

          "She tells me she lost those at the same time that she lost her case, it all sounds like a pack of lies to me!"  Lisa stood with her pussy on show desperately squeezing her thighs together. She'd die if they saw the way her clit was sticking out. Even though she was nearly fainting with embarrassment it was still throbbing and tingling.

          "Are you telling us lies Lisa, big fat lies?" The trembling schoolgirl shook her head, horribly aware of her Uncles eyes as they leisurely roved over her thighs and stomach.

          "No Miss," she stuttered, "I really did lose them." Lisa nearly dropped to the floor when she heard what her Aunt said next. The woman's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

          "But I thought you'd given them to a boy on the bus."

          "Aunty...how do you know that....I mean...I didn't!" The desperation in the girl's voice brought a smile to the older woman's face.

          "I...I...I didn't...I did lose them...honestly....please please believe me!"

          "To a boy?" asked her astonished Uncle. "You gave your panties to a boy?"

          "Uncle I did lose them...please believe me...I..."

          "Enough young lady! You're in big trouble! I know all about you and what you've been up to so I suggest you tell us the truth right NOW!" shouted her Aunt impatiently. "AND KEEP YOUR DRESS UP! I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO LET IT GO!"

          "Auntie...please..." Lisa began sobbing as she lifted the hem of the dress up to her face to wipe away her tears. As she did so the whole expanse of her flat stomach and even the lower curves of her breasts were exposed.

          Olivia Brite grinned maliciously as she addressed the red-faced girl.

          "Yes you little liar, Mr Bolker has already rung and informed me of your disgraceful behaviour in his garden! Turn around!" Snivelling unhappily Lisa did as she was told revealing her reddened rear cheeks to their combined gaze. The soft curves wobbled enticingly as the girl blubbered unhappily.

          "Ben warmed her bottom when he found her urinating in his garden," she said, feigning shock, as she looked at her husband. "Apparently she then ran off and dropped her case. I've told him she'll fetch it first thing in the morning."

          "Urinated in his garden? So she just squatted down like a common little tramp and relieved herself?" Bryan Brite licked his lips and told the girl to face him once more.

          "I thought you were a well mannered young lady Lisa, but obviously I was wrong. I can't believe my niece is so shameless!" There was deep concern in his voice. "You're in serious trouble my girl. I won't stand such behaviour whilst you're staying under our roof. Do you understand?" Lisa stepped back trembling nervously.
          "I...I...I so wanted to pee...I just couldn't hold it any longer..." she started mumbling whilst hanging her head in shame.
          "I don't want to hear your excuses Lisa! How you dare disgrace us so? Shame on you! How dare you? Am I right Olivia?" His brows knitted together with anger as he looked at his wife.
          "You're absolutely right Bryan!" agreed the older woman smiling slyly.           "Get that dress off young lady. Right off! We can do without you hiding anything else from us!" Overwhelmed by humiliation but also frightened by her Aunt's curt tone Lisa reluctantly did as she was ordered. Visibly shaking she pulled the dress up and off over her head. It settled on the floor in a little heap. Now fully nude she tried to cover her breasts with her hands and keep her legs pressed together.

          "What have you got to say for yourself?" her Uncle asked, looking with interest at her exposed vaginal crease. It bulged rudely between the tightly closed thighs. Olivia Brite secretly glanced at her husband as he openly examined the young girls' nude body and its' little bush of pubic hair.

          "Stop slouching girl!" she suddenly barked, "Stand up straight and get your legs apart!" Lisa had to do as she was told. She had no choice. She knew she was in terrible trouble. Consumed with shame she pulled her shoulders back and shuffled her feet apart. Nooooooooo! Please No! They're going to see! Please don't let them see! But that's exactly what they did!

          "Good grief! Just look at the state of her!" commented her Aunt as she gleefully focussed her husband's attention onto the girl's engorged clitoris. It was actually peeping out, a clearly visible pink bud emerging from the hairs covering the vulval folds. Lisa's face burned with shame as her Uncle stared directly at her throbbing clitoral button.

          "I'm sorry Sir! I'm really really sorry," she blurted. "The horrid boy made me take my panties down. I didn't want to but he made me! Oooooh please Sir I'll be good from now on!" She dissolved into tears.

          "Well yes I'm sure you'll be good from now on but I'll not have lying in my house. You obviously need teaching a lesson where the truth is concerned. Don't you agree Olivia?"

          "Yes I certainly do," replied his grinning wife as she stared hungrily at the helplessly exposed flesh. "So now Lisa you're going to sing in a different way!" I'll be interested to hear you try and explain yourself once that fat little bottom of yours is writhing over my lap!

          With a smirk on her face Olivia Brite tried to keep her excitement under control. She nearly burst out laughing when she heard what her husband asked next.

          "Why is your vagina so hairy and unkempt young lady? Girls should always keep themselves clean and well trimmed down there." He looked at his wife, "Maybe we should shave her? Wouldn't it be much more hygienic?" Lisa's embarrassment was so intense that she could hardly breathe. She squirmed with humiliation under the searching eyes of the two adults. Bryan Brite's imagination had started to fill his head with exciting possibilities. If we shave her clean her pussy will be fully exposed, get rid of that hair and she won't be able to hide her little lips or her clitoris. It's sticking out already so how will it look once we get it properly uncovered!

          "Yes dear that's an excellent idea," Olivia replied, before suddenly stepping forwards and slapping her niece's hands away from her chest.

          "Don't you dare cover your breasts you naughty girl and spread your legs more...yes that's better. You didn't seem bothered about showing yourself off to that boy or Mr Bolker so don't pretend to be shy with us." Now her Aunt and Uncle had a much more interesting view. The girl's nipples were dark pink and fully erect poking excitedly from the centre of her gently wobbling globes. Lisa saw their eyes travel down to her pussy and began to feel herself drowning in shame. She knew her lips were now parted allowing them to peek at her slightly gaping and very wet hole. But horribly she also felt incredibly aroused. Her clit was throbbing uncontrollably and her nipples tingling in the warm air.

          Standing naked in their kitchen with her nipples sticking out and her pussy shamefully exposed Lisa watched her Aunt and Uncle as they busied themselves preparing the kitchen table for her "shaving". It didn't take long.

          "Up here girl," snapped her Auntie pointing to a large folded towel which she'd placed on the very edge of the heavy wooden tabletop. Acutely aware of her nakedness and the way that her uncovered boobs were bouncing Lisa lifted herself and managed to shuffle her bottom onto the waiting material. Immediately her hot buttocks began to prickle uncomfortably on the rough cotton.

          "Legs up and open them nice and wide." Awkwardly and with her face literally burning with embarrassment Lisa lifted her legs and spread her feet apart on the table. Mortified by the exhibition she was making of herself she began to sob miserably. Olivia Bright grinned at her husband as they both peered at the swollen lips of the pouting pussy. It gaped wetly between the helpless girls' thighs. Her clitoral stalk jutted out from the upper juncture of the intimate crease and below it they could see into the tight pink hole which continued to seep clear fluid even as they watched. A trickle of Lisa's excitement escaped from her slit and ran down between the spread cheeks of her bottom. It collected in the red dimple of her tightly clenched but fully visible anal opening. Olivia glanced down at the front of her husband's trousers. She could see that he'd grown visibly more excited during the past half an hour. What he'd no doubt do to her later would certainly have her begging for more and hopefully mercy! Bryan had always been a forceful lover but when he was really aroused she almost fainted from the pleasure!

          Lisa watched in horror as her Uncle vigorously worked the bristle haired shaving brush in the pot of shaving soap. When he lifted it up it was coated in a thick white froth.

          "Don't you dare move girl. Stay in position or I'll give you such a thrashing that you won't be able to sit down for a week!" Lisa jerked and whimpered at the first touch from the brush but stayed with her legs fully spread and her pussy embarrassingly on show. Her Aunt watched her niece's flushed face as the bristly brush gradually worked its' way over the exposed private parts and saw the play of emotions the girl was experiencing. Shame, humiliation, helplessness, embarrassment, forced arousal; she could feel her own pussy tingling with excitement. Seeing her niece wallowing in such shame and submitting to the outrageous things being done to her was causing her own arousal levels to increase almost uncontrollably. No doubt the mix of chemicals was now doing its' work. Lisa being unable to control herself sexually would allow her to manipulate and dominate the young girl in any way she pleased. Surreptitiously Olivia Brite squeezed her thighs together causing a jolt of pleasure to race through her belly.

          Slowly the brush moved back and forth over the vaginal mound coating not just the tuft of curly hair but also the delicate vulval lips and extremely sensitive clitoral bud. Lisa gasped at the intimate contact. It took all of her self control not to moan out loud! Oooooooooooh! Aaaaahhhhh! Oh God! What was the matter with her? She gurgled pitifully as the bristles searched between her bum cheeks and tickled her bottomhole. Satisfied at his handiwork her Uncle carried the soap and bowl of warm water over to the sink. Whilst he busied himself his wife left the room but quickly returned with a razor in her hand. She smiled at her niece whose face was literally beet red. Being so nakedly exposed with shaving foam spread all over her most private of places was causing the girl to sob with humiliation. As the two adults began to discuss Lisa’s sluttish behaviour she started to whimper and moan pitifully.

          The shaving foam quickly began to dry causing a tightening of the hairs covering the virginal pussy. It was really uncomfortable. Lisa whimpered again.

          “Stop whining girl we’re trying to talk!” snapped her Aunt suddenly.

          “I just can’t believe she’s so naughty," said her husband. "Besides all that lying she’s never shaved her vagina either. I thought it was a well known fact that young girls should be clean down there?”

          “Yes honey I agree with you, I don’t understand why she’s so slovenly. And why my sister has never shaved her, well, I’ve no idea. Probably the girl’s so badly behaved that she’s a real problem at home. I think we really need to take her in hand otherwise she’s going to turn into a proper little slut.” Bryan Brite nodded as he glanced at the wide open thighs of his young niece.

          “And how dare she turn up here without any panties? She’s so shameless,” he said. “She’s needs to be taught right from wrong there’s no doubt about that.”

          “As I’ve always said the girl’s needed to be well punished.” Olivia Brite took a deep breath and smiled slyly as she too stared at the helplessly displayed vaginal folds. “We’ll teach her what real humiliation is! Shave her now. The soap will have dried out nicely so it’ll pull at those hairs of hers a bit. It’ll teach her a lesson!” She couldn’t stop herself giggling quietly.

          "Those" curly hairs immediately caught in the old razor. Lisa squealed and begged as they pulled painfully at her soft flesh but her Uncle just ignored her.

          “Be quiet girl and keep still!” he barked crossly. Lisa sobbed as the blunt blade scraped against her delicate skin. Horribly she could feel her pussy reacting to the painful sensations. It was oozing fluid and she couldn’t understand why! In fact the stimulant had such a firm grip on her reactions that her arousal levels were no longer receptive to her influence. She gritted her teeth as her Uncle methodically worked his way across her quivering pubis. Taking a firm grip on the labial folds he pulled each one to the side before sliding the razor along the stretched flesh. Lisa moaned and cried and shook as the terrible shaving continued but suddenly she lost all control and began to moan urgently, and for a very different reason. The combination of the intense humiliation and the pain and, unbeknownst to her or her Uncle, the chemicals in her bloodstream, caused a totally unwanted reaction!

          “Lisa how dare you! She’s coming right now…in front of us! Olivia just look at the little slut. I can’t believe it!” shouted Bryan Brite, his eyes wide with surprise. Lisa humped herself on the edge of the table, pushing her stiff clitoral bud against the firm fingers.

          “Nnnnnnnnnnnnn!...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!....Y…Y…Y…Yeeeessss!” she gasped. Then she screamed as the orgasm arrived. Her Uncle simply continued to stare in shock.

          “I’ve never seen anything like it. She’s such a dirty little girl.” Lisa started to cry, overcome with shame at what she’d just done, and covered her pussy with her hands.

          “Don’t you dare cover yourself young lady!” he snapped, slapping her hands away. Cruelly he reached out and pinched one of her thorn-like nipples.

          “Aaaaaaaahhhh!” she sobbed, “I’m sorrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy Uncle!” Olivia Brite’s pussy was throbbing uncontrollably as she devoured the scene in front of her.  She smiled and took the girls’ other engorged nipple in her own fingers. Lisa squealed as her sensitive buds were squeezed.

          “You’re going to be punished very severely for that wanton behaviour my girl. Young ladies should always have control over themselves, I can’t believe you’ve just come in front of us! You’re so shameless, how on earth does your mother stand you! We’re not going to have such disgusting things going on in this house, am I right Bryan?” Whilst she scolded the girl she kept pinching and twisting the engorged nipple. Crying and writhing Lisa tried to stay in position on the edge of the table but her thighs kept lifting and closing.

          “Pleeeeeeeeeease Aunty I’m so sorry! Owwwwwwwwwwwwww it hurts so much!” she yelled. Her Uncle pulled thoughtfully at the stiff nipple he was rolling between his finger and thumb and nodded his head.

          “I’m sure you’re right darling. This little tart is going to need some severe discipline to keep her in line. Spread your legs girl!” he shouted. “Now I said! Wider girl!” As Lisa did as she told her Aunt laughed,

          “Just look at her, the way she’s showing herself, totally shameless!”

          They both released Lisa’s breasts at the same moment. The soft curves wobbled deliciously as the girl continued to sob loudly. Olivia Brite looked at the abused red mound, it looked sore, very sore, the blunt razor had done its’ work just as she’d known it would. She licked her lips and squeezed her legs together excitedly.

          “Look at that Bryan,” she said pointing to the table top beneath Lisa’s spread vaginal folds. There was a little pool of shiny clear fluid that had dripped from their niece's defenceless pussy. “The little tart has marked my table with her juices!” Shaking his head with disbelief her husband picked up the razor once more before roughly pulling the girl’s quivering bum cheeks wide. Lisa squealed and begged and jerked as he scraped the blade over and around the clenching hole of her bottom. He noticed his wife’s eyes were alive with excitement as the girls' awful humiliation continued, and smiled to himself. He was enjoying the game just as much as she was!

          Once wiped with a flannel soaked in hot water Lisa’s pussy bulged obscenely. Now it was completely on display, as was her tight anal dimple. She sobbed piteously as her Aunt and Uncle looked at her. Her poor pussy was so sore and it was tingling and itching and oozing. She could feel it! Her pubic mound was red, its' labia swollen and glistening and gaping apart. At their top juncture the shaking girl’s clitoral knob was stiff and bright pink. It stuck out, just like her exposed nipples, as she sat fully opened on the edge of the table. The two adults exchanged glances and grinned happily. Now Olivia’s Brites “fun” was beginning she could hardly contain her excitement and by the look of the front of her husband’s trousers, he could hardly contain his either!

Chapter 3: Evidence of a close shave

          Lisa cringed with embarrassment as she perched on the edge of the table displaying her sore pussy. With her thighs fully opened her Aunt and Uncle could see every detail of her most private, and now red and tender, anatomy. She looked through tear stained eyes at the two adults as they pulled two dining chairs together before sitting down facing each other.

          "Get down and come here!" snapped her Aunt. Lisa slid down from the table, immediately covering her freshly shaved pussy with one hand whilst trying to cover her boobs with her arms. Once stood directly between the two of them her Uncle slapped at her hands.

          "Hands on your head and stand up straight!" he barked, causing her to jump. With her hands out of the way Lisa's nipples were once more revealed, sticking out stiff and pink.

          “Uncle please it’s so humiliating, please forgive me” begged the naked young schoolgirl. She desperately kept her legs pressed tightly together as her face burned crimson.

          "If I'd been caught lying when I was a girl my mother would have given my thighs a good slapping," said Olivia Brite, looking at her husband and ignoring the pleading tone used by the panic-stricken girl. "I think we should start with that, before we spank her, and then hopefully she'll get the most benefit from her punishment. There's absolutely no point in being soft with her!" Bryan Brite nodded his agreement to his obviously excited wife.

          "Auntie pleeeeeease don't! Oh please!"

          "Stand still young lady!" Olivia snapped threateningly as she lifted her hand and swung it viciously towards the back of one of her niece's legs. Lisa squealed and jerked as her Aunt's hand stung her thigh just beneath the curve of her bottom.

          "Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Oh it hurts! Please Miss....Ooooooooooohhhh...I'll be good!"

          For a few moments all that could be heard was the crack of the woman's hand meeting soft flesh and the gasps and sobs of the crying schoolgirl. Quickly the backs of Lisa's thighs became burning hot. Each cruel impact made her cry out as the terrible stinging got worse and worse.

          "Stop making such a fuss, we've hardly started yet!" said the older woman smiling happily. She looked carefully at the quivering legs. "That should do for the backs Bryan, you do her front."

          "Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" Lisa suddenly screamed as her Uncle's hand started striking the softness on the front of her defenceless thighs. She squirmed wildly where she stood trying frantically to escape the horrid stinging. Amazingly she managed to keep her hands firmly locked on the top of her head. She knew if she didn't stay in position she'd be punished even harder!  It shouldn't have taken long to transform the soft skin from white to crimson but Bryan Brite took his time. Each slap was delivered after a slight pause so that the girl had time to fully absorb the smarting impact before the next one arrived. And between each smack her Uncle stared hard into Lisa's very red face and smiled. To her horror she realised he was really enjoying himself!

          By the time she was ordered to turn sideways she was sobbing uncontrollably. The tops of her thighs, both front and back, were on fire. Without any trace of sympathy her Aunt and Uncle immediately began slapping the soft curves on the outside of each of her legs. The awful stings made Lisa whimper piteously. She twisted violently back and forth under the cruel blows begging her Aunt and Uncle to "Please stop!" Finally and much to Lisa's dismay she found herself being lifted onto her Uncle's lap. His hands gripped the undersides of her sore thighs and held her legs wide apart. Being touched by her Uncle was proving a mortifying experience for the shy girl but now, even more horribly, she could feel his erect penis pressing against her bottom.

          Spread and helpless she screwed her eyes tightly shut, laying her head back on her Uncle's shoulder as she tried to escape the overpowering feelings of shame and humiliation flowing through her. Her pussy was once more embarrassingly revealed to her Aunt's eyes. Olivia Brite bent forwards and slapped the inside of one of her niece's thighs with as much venom as she could muster. Lisa screamed and tried desperately to close her legs but there would to be no escape. Her Aunt watched as a red hand print rose quickly on the sensitive skin. The impact had been only a few millimetres from the bulge of the girl's vulval crease. She smiled at her husband and continued striking the defenceless curves for several minutes. When she'd finished the girl was howling and tears were pouring down her face.

          "Oh please please please no more! Oooooooooooh! I can't stand it!" blubbered Lisa, as she shamefully continued to squirm on the stiffness that was pressing between her bottom cheeks. She couldn't help it! Olivia looked at the insides of the girl's trembling thighs. They were bright red and she could feel the heat rising from the scorched skin. As her gaze dropped to the vaginal slit she noticed the shiny fluid that was smeared along its length and smiled knowingly.

          Lisa tottered unsteadily on her feet as her Aunt and Uncle watched her with amused curiosity. Surprisingly the girl had managed to keep her hands stuck to the top of her head throughout the ordeal they'd just put her through. And although her thighs were glowing red they were now going to spank her, which would prove a much more painful experience. Olivia turned to her husband,

          "Dear, where's your brown belt?"

          "You mean my old leather work belt?" he answered, smiling to himself, as he knew immediately why his wife was asking.

          "Yes but I mean the new one we bought a few weeks ago, the one with the iron buckle."

          "Oh that one! I keep forgetting I've got it, I've had the old one for so long." He coughed trying to hide his smile as he contemplated the new sensations the girl was about to feel on her ripe young bottom cheeks. "Try the bedside table in the guest room." Lisa looked at them both with terror in her eyes as she also realised what the belt was about to be used for.

          "Oooooooohhhh P...P...P...Please Miss I'll be good pleeeease don't hurt me anymore I'll do as I'm told I'll behave I will I will I promise I promise! Oh Please! I'm so sore!"

          "Of course you're sore my girl, that's the idea!" She smiled at her husband. "Warm her up Bryan I'll be back in a minute."

          Lisa howled as her Uncle's hand bounced off her burning bottom.

          "Owwwwwww! It stings soooooooooo much!" She wriggled and kicked but it was no use. Laying naked across his knee with her hands pinioned in the middle of her back she could do nothing but bawl like a baby as she tried to express her discomfort. The view she was giving her Uncle was so shameful. Each impact made her wriggle and jump on his knee which caused the cheeks of her bottom to gape apart showing not only the wet slit of her vagina, but also the clenched opening of her bumhole. As his hand landed the pain forced her to rub her clitoral knob frantically against his leg. Her face was burning with humiliation but even more shameful was the stickiness that she could feel oozing from her pussy.

          "Stand up!" her Aunt Olivia suddenly shouted as she came back into the kitchen. Lisa scrambled to her feet and stood sobbing and swaying with her hands held protectively in front of her pussy.

          "Don't you dare cover yourself you naughty girl!" snapped her Uncle slapping her hands away.

          "Aaahhh! Please I’m sorry…oooww! It's so embarrassing!" Once more Lisa placed her hands on top of her head shamefully revealing her thorn-like nipples and stiff clitoral stalk to their inquisitive eyes. Sobbing loudly she squirmed in front of them, rubbing her hot thighs together and rolling her bottom lewdly in a futile attempt at relieving the awful stinging that was consuming her lower half. She stared in dread at her Aunt who was almost lovingly running a thick leather belt through her hands.

          "Turn around," she said quietly. Lisa did as she was told showing the woman her tormented rear cheeks which twitched and clenched with a life of their own.

          "I know!" said Olivia Brite enthusiastically as she opened a drawer. Kneeling down she drew two crosses on the flagstone floor with a small piece of white chalk.

          "If you move your feet off these marks before we've finished my girl we'll start all over again." She turned to her husband. "Do you think twenty will be enough to teach her a lesson this time?" Grinning, her husband nodded his agreement.

          "Yes I think so," he said. "And she can count them out loud and thank us for each one."

          "That's a splendid idea," giggled his wife. "You heard your Uncle young lady. You'd better count each stroke and thank us nicely if you know what's good for you!"

          "I will be g...g...good p...p...please noooooo more pleaseeeee," sobbed Lisa unhappily.

          "Well get into position you shameless girl! Do it NOW! And stop all that whining!" barked Bryan Brite threateningly.

          Shaking and sobbing Lisa stood naked with her feet spread apart, covering the two chalk crosses, and her hands on her head. She felt dizzy with embarrassment. Her Uncle was sat directly in front of her on a chair. She couldn't meet his eyes so stared fixedly at the floor between her feet. His gaze moved leisurely from the pert breasts with their hard pink points to the reddened mound of the girl's pussy, a redness which matched the band of colour encircling the upper parts of her legs. Beneath the bulge of her pussy he could clearly see the delicate vaginal lips that seemed to glisten in the light. Even now the girl was wet! The memory of her bottom writhing and squeezing on his hardness a few moments earlier caused the throbbing in his trousers to surge.

          "Crack!"

          "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Lisa screamed and jumped forwards, her hands falling from her head and grabbing her wounded buttocks.

          "GET BACK IN POSITION YOU NAUGHTY GIRL!" shouted her Aunt. "And I expect to hear you counting out loud or we'll start over from the beginning. We can stay here all evening if you'd like?" Lisa gurgled miserably and dragged herself back into the required position. When the horrid belt struck a few seconds later she squealed but managed to keep her feet firmly anchored to the floor.

          "Ow Ow Owwwwwwwwww! O...O...O...One! Thank you Miss!" she blubbered loudly whilst her hips rolled madly from side to side.

          "Whack!" The folded over belt wrapped itself around one fleshy curve.

          "Ooooooooooooowwwwwwww!" she shrieked and went up onto her toes. "TWO! THANKYOU MISS!" Bryan Brite watched with growing excitement as the girl frantically squeezed her bottom cheeks together as she tried to absorb the pain. At the same time she thrust her hips forwards wantonly. Much to Lisa's shame she knew her pussy was gaping and bulging but she couldn't do anything about it. And worse still she could feel the wetness dripping from her!

          "Look at me girl!" he said forcefully. Squirming with humiliation she looked into her Uncle's face. His enormous grin brought a wave of colour flooding to her cheeks. As the belt stung her bottom she held his gaze. He watched as the blow made her eyes grow round and wide as she felt the atrocious sting.

          "THREEEEEE! THANKYOU MISS! OOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Olivia smiled over the girl's shoulder at her husband as she swung the belt hard. It struck the writhing rear cheeks twice in quick succession.

          "AAAAAAAHHHHH! OWWWWWW! FOUR! FIVE! T...T...THANKYOU MISS!" shrieked Lisa as her bottom rolled violently in every direction. Sobbing and gasping she found herself thrusting her hips lewdly as she clenched her bum cheeks again and again. Her Uncle's eyes left hers and dropped to watch her pussy as it gaped and closed wetly. Lisa sobbed as she was overpowered by both pain and humiliation.

          "It's not very ladylike to display yourself so rudely girl," he said, with a smirk on his face. "We're going to have to work on your manners whilst you're here." Lisa didn't have time to comment, even if she'd wanted to, because the belt quickly struck her once more, drawing a full-blooded scream from her lips.

          "SS...S...SIX THANKYOU MISS!" She screamed, sobbing loudly as the intensifying heat engulfed her wriggling bottom.

          The last four caused her to rise up onto her toes before her knees buckled and she almost fell. Each bite from the whirring belt was followed by a shrill scream and an explosion of tears that cascaded down her face. Her Aunt walked slowly around to stand next to her husband.

          "That was your first ten my girl. Did you feel them?" Lisa nodded her head unhappily. Her bottom was performing a little dance all of its' own. Shamefully she couldn't stop her hips rocking backwards and forwards which was giving her Uncle a perfect, and very rude, view of her pussy lips as they continued to open and close. It was this that her Aunt noticed next.

          "You dirty girl showing your Uncle everything you've got! Have you no shame?" She handed the belt to Bryan as a frown suddenly creased her face.

          "There is one thing we haven't established yet," she said. "I've been assuming that our little madam here is still a virgin, but looking at how wet her pussy is all the time I'm beginning to wonder." She reached out and casually began to toy with one of the trembling girl's erect nipples. Her smile was feral as she looked deeply into her niece's eyes.

          "Well? Are you still pure?" Lisa nodded her head immediately.

          "Oh yes Miss! I am! I really am!" She suddenly yelped as her Aunt's fingers squeezed her swollen bud hard. "YESSSSSSSS! Owwwwww! YES AUNTY!"

          "What do you think Bryan? We know she's a nasty little liar so would she be telling the truth about this? She's lied about everything else." Her husband shrugged his shoulders as Lisa began to panic.

          "I'm telling the truth Miss! Please believe me! I'm telling you...AAAAAAHHHH!" She screamed as the fingers pinched her sensitive point once more.   "Pleaseeeeeeeeeee! Owwwwwwww!"

          "Be quiet girl!" Olivia Brite suddenly snapped. "I think the only way to be sure is to have her examined, I'll give Doctor Ford a ring and see if he can fit her in tomorrow." Lisa hung her head in shame as tears continued to run down her cheeks.

          Whilst the girl stood naked in front of her Uncle her Aunt watched her closely.

          "That's settled then," she said happily, "we'll see you tomorrow at two. Yes I'll put the kettle on! Bye." She laughed brightly at the look of dread etched on her niece's face as she put the phone down and grinned at her husband.

          "He's got a full surgery tomorrow morning so he's going to come and examine her here. I know you'll be out working but it was the only time he could manage." She took a deep breath before handing Bryan the belt trying her best to contain the excitement welling up inside her. Under the pretence of a medical examination her good friend Jack Ford would be able to humiliate the girl as much as he pleased, and she'd be able to watch!

          "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! IT HURTSSSSSSSSSSS!" Lisa howled and begged and howled some more as her Uncle applied the leather belt to her poor backside. Her screams bounced between the wooden rafters as ten more white hot bands of pain scored their way across her jerking buttocks. Each time the belt landed on the writhing curves a sound like a rifle crack filled the room. Bryan Brite didn't hold back, he didn't see the need, and besides he was enjoying himself far too much! When he'd finished the girl's bottom was swollen and sore and the colour of fresh beetroot. As he gently ran his hand over the seared wriggling flesh she dissolved into a flood of tears and fell at his feet.

          "Get up now this instant!" shouted her Aunt cruelly. Lisa stumbled to her feet with her hands grasping her wounded bottom. She no longer cared that she was showing them her hairless pussy and her "secret" parts. The pain in her behind was all she could focus on. Sobbing she gingerly rubbed her scorching cheeks.

          "Just look at her," said Olivia Brite pointing at her niece’s pubic mound. "I'm sure that's not normal." And of course she knew full well it wasn't! The chemicals in the girl’s bloodstream were stimulating her almost to the point of orgasm! Just the slightest touch would be enough to make the little tart come! Together they bent forwards and stared closely at Lisa's vaginal folds. They glistened with sticky fluid. The copious lubrications that the girl was continuing to produce had coated the insides of both of her thighs. The older woman licked her lips and squeezed her own thighs together. She looked at the expression on her husband's face. She didn't need to ask if he was finding the experience exciting!

          Lisa jerked and whimpered as her Uncle wiped the soft cloth between her spread thighs. Then he carefully parted the lips of her freshly shaved pussy before wiping her again. The cloth grazed her erect clitoral stalk and she groaned loudly, pushing her hips rudely forwards as the delicious sensations filled her vaginal slit. She couldn't help herself!

          "Just look at the state you're in young lady," he said, holding the cloth up for her to see. It was covered in shiny secretions and she could smell the scent of her own arousal. Her face was already crimson with embarrassment but this made it pulse even more hotly.

          "From now on we expect you to behave in a more appropriate manner, one that befits a young lady. If we find you in this disgusting condition again you'll be punished, do you understand?"

          "Ohhhhhhh! Aaaaaah! Y...y...e…s Uncle!" she gasped, as tears continued to roll down her face.

          "It's time you got ready for bed. I presume your nightdress is in your case?"

          "I …don’t know if Mommy packed me a…"

          "Don’t you dare bring your mother into this! It's your fault you lost your case, no one else's! And you told us you'd lost your panties when all along you'd given them to a boy! So don't you dare try and blame your mother for your dishonest and disgusting behavior!"

          "I'm sorry Aunty, I'm sorry," said Lisa miserably.

          "You should think yourself lucky I'm in a good mood and willing to let you borrow one of your cousin's old pyjama jackets. Or do you want to go bed naked?"

          "Nooooooo! Please let me get dressed! Please Miss!" begged the young girl.

          "Try this on and be quick about it!" snapped her Aunt. The pyjama jacket didn't cover Lisa's pussy or the curves of her bum cheeks. Embarrassingly it ended at the level of her belly button.

          "Oh well it's a little small but better than nothing’ said Olivia Brite with an amused grin. She knew full well the jacket was sized for a ten year old!

          "Take it off. You need a shower before you go to bed. Hurry up!" Moments later Lisa was scurrying down the landing towards the bathroom closely followed by her Aunt. She squealed shrilly each time the older woman landed a heavy open-handed slap on one of her already sore buttocks.

          Once in the bathroom she was made to shower in front of her Aunt, who then insisted on drying her with a very rough towel. As it scrubbed over her hard nipples and then her hot bottom Lisa begged the older woman to stop but Olivia Brite simply ignored her. She groaned and jerked her hips even more frantically when the towel slid over the freshly shaved mound of her vulva, and when it brushed her engorged clitoral knob and pussy lips she screamed. All of her private parts were excruciatingly sensitive, responding to even the slightest touch. What on earth was the matter with her?

          Now sitting at the kitchen table eating some thick cut ham and salad she gasped each time her hot bottom moved on the hard wooden chair seat. The tingling in her pussy was driving her to distraction but soon she'd be able to satisfy the cravings that were stirring between her legs. Once in bed she'd be able to finger herself to her heart's content, she could hardly wait!

          "Drink your milk and then it's an early night for you young lady." Lisa swallowed the last of the milk and stood up. Horribly her Uncle immediately looked at her exposed pussy and grinned. Her face glowed red with embarrassment.

          "Goodnight Sir," she said meekly before kissing him lightly on the cheek.

          "Mr Bolker is expecting you at seven," he said. "I'll wake you at six. I don't think he'll be pleased if you're late and you'd better make sure you don’t annoy him."

          Once the older woman was gone and Lisa heard her footfalls descending the stairs she kicked back the covers and spread her legs achingly wide. Her fingers immediately slid between her slippery vaginal folds and began poking into her very wet hole. I'm so soooooooo horny! Oooooohhhhhh! That feels so good. As she teased her erect clitoris the orgasm building deep in her belly surged rapidly towards the surface. Within seconds she was gasping and covering herself in delicious spendings.

          Olivia Brite bit the back of her hand to stop herself crying out. They mustn't let their young niece hear them! As soon as she'd returned to the kitchen her smiling husband had bent her over the edge of the table and raised her skirt before swiftly removing her underwear. She'd been incredibly wet and hot and had almost come from the first touch of his fingers! Hastily he freed her heavy breasts and then her soft globes were being squeezed and her hard nipples pulled and pinched. Now the end of his thickened cock was slowly pushing between her swollen vaginal lips. She gurgled her pleasure and gasped loudly as he suddenly jerked himself forwards embedding the full length of his hard member in her soft tunnel. Dominating the young girl had aroused her husband enormously, just as she'd known it would. The following few weeks were going to be very pleasurable indeed! She bit her hand again, trying her utmost to stifle the moans that were threatening to fill the room. Bryan's beautiful cock was in control now! She was lost as he pumped himself brutally into her quivering depths. It didn't take long for the first orgasm to arrive. Squirming uncontrollably on the tabletop she felt her pussy squeezing his hard fleshy rod as it thrust back and forth in her slippery opening.

          Upstairs Lisa had lost all track of time. She’d never come so many times in her life! And she wanted to come again! Whether it was the combination of being shaved and the terrible shame she didn’t know, but what she did know was that she’d never felt so horny! Luckily the painful stinging in her thighs and buttocks had been replaced by a wonderful tingling. And between her legs, and the open cheeks of her bottom, an intoxicating heat was gradually spreading.

          “LISA! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Her eyes flew open and she found herself looking directly into the very angry face of her Aunt. She’d been so engulfed in the wonderful feelings emanating from her pussy that she hadn’t heard the older woman come back up the stairs.

          "Aunty! I...I...I haven't been doing anything!" She jerked her hands away from her vaginal folds as if she'd received an electric shock and tried to cover herself with the sheet.

          "DON'T YOU DARE MOVE YOUNG LADY!" Olivia Brite roared. Within a few moments she'd been joined by her husband. Together they shook their heads in disgust and stared at their niece’s swollen and obviously very wet pussy. Lisa was curtly told to keep her legs wide apart which made her face burn with embarrassment.

          "We’re going to have to be much stricter with you. I thought we'd already taught you a lesson but obviously not!” She paused. “The belt didn’t work so I think well try something with a bit more bite!” With a sly grin she disappeared through the bedroom door.

           Lisa stood naked with her hands on her head as her Aunt and Uncle positioned the large bolster across the centre of the little bed. She was horribly aware of her stiff nipples and of her swollen slit which was bulging out between her thighs. Her Uncle kept looking at it which was making her face glow redder and redder. On top of the bolster they placed a pillow followed by a folded towel.

          “Get over,” snapped her Aunt. Reluctantly Lisa clambered onto the bed. She crawled over the bolster on her hands and knees before lowering her tummy down onto it. The position meant that her bottom was raised a good foot and a half into the air. She squeaked with dismay as her Uncle lifted each of her legs in turn. He drew them apart and positioned her feet so that they fell down on each side of the mattress. Her bum cheeks were spread wide revealing her unprotected and sticky slit to their eyes. Its' velvety lips were pulled apart displaying her pink hole.  It glistened wetly and as she lay helplessly exposed in front of them she could feel her bumhole clenching nervously. Shame and fear were gnawing at her mind but most worryingly she could still feel excitement throbbing in her belly! Was she really a slut? Did she like this? Did she really crave it? Why was she so turned on? The curious thoughts immediately fled when the hairbrush stung her for the first time.

          "Arrrrgggghhhh! Oooooooooohh!" she yelled as the hard wood splatted down onto one of her already sore buttocks. The soft flesh flattened before springing back into shape. A sting much more intense than that produced by the belt, or her Uncles palm, set her nerve endings shrieking. Her legs kicked up in response but quickly fell back to the sides of the little mattress. Howling and writhing over the bolster she reached back and grabbed her wounded cheeks.

          "Get your hands away girl and stay in position!" She did her best, she really did but the hairbrush was setting her wobbling bottom on fire. She couldn't keep still as her rolling curves were stung again and again. Her rear cheeks jerked and writhed and opened displaying everything that lay between her legs but she didn't care. The heat in her bum was simply excruciating causing tears to pour unchecked down her cheeks. The pillow beneath her face quickly became soaked as she buried her head trying to contain the screams that the terrible brush was wringing from her lips. Her Aunt and Uncle took their time. There was no hurry. They had all of the summer to indulge their sadistic tastes where their helpless plaything was concerned, and that was exactly what they intended to do! Lisa screamed and bounced and pleaded and squealed and moaned and howled but it made not the slightest difference to the number of times the wooden implement visited her tormented globes.

          Olivia Brite had no idea how many times the hairbrush had struck the writhing bottom and didn't really care! She pressed her hands between her thighs causing waves of pleasure to flow through her belly. She wanted Brian's cock inside her again! And soon! The situation was proving much more arousing than she could ever have imagined! Finally her husband's arm stopped rising and falling and they both gazed at the girl's rolling bottom. Now the curves were scarlet and swollen. It certainly looked very angry and incredibly sore.

          "That should give her something to think about," he said with a grin. The room was filled with Lisa's plaintive sobbing as she groaned and squeezed her crimson rear cheeks together in a futile effort at relieving the burning sensations that filled her girlish rear. Tiny shudders skittered back and forth over her scorched globes.

          Lisa was still moaning piteously several minutes later as her Aunt secured a pair of old suede mittens to her niece's hands. Ribbons held the mittens in place on the girl's wrists but the older woman was careful not to restrict the circulation in any way.

          "Perfect," she said with a sly chuckle, carefully tying the ribbons in tight double bows. There wouldn't be any chance of the girl removing them herself. The mittens were stiff and the old suede very dry. Even the slightest trace of wetness would be revealed on the parched leather.

           "I'll be checking in the morning to see if you've been a dirty little girl. I don't expect to find any evidence of your disgusting juices. If I do you'll not be able to sit down for a week! Do I make myself clear?" Lisa nodded unhappily. She continued to groan and sob as her bottom clenched painfully against the bed covers. Her pussy was dreadfully wet and tingling madly but she knew she couldn't relieve the ache in her belly. She knew she mustn't touch herself otherwise she'd be spanked, and who knew what else would happen to her! She had to be good. Had to keep her hands away from her pussy no matter how horny she was feeling!

          As her Uncle turned off the light and closed the bedroom door Lisa tried to stop the naughty thoughts that were spiralling unrelentingly inside her head: She could see herself taking her panties down for the horrid boy on the bus. See his eyes, his grin. Feel his hand sliding under her skirt, his fingers touching her secret place! Could see herself standing naked in front of the awful Woodsman as he looked at all of her. See herself showing her private places to her Uncle. Feel the razor as it removed her tiny curls and her Uncle's hardness pressing against her bottom. Her little girl pussy, her hairless slit. What on earth was the matter with her? Like some terrible slideshow the images continued to roll through her mind causing her clitoris to pulse madly whilst warm fluid leaked between her thighs. She ached to push her fingers deep inside her tight hole and pinch her engorged nipples but knew she couldn't...it was going to be a very long night.

Chapter 4: Woodland adventures

           With Aunt Olivia’s promise, that she’d be punished for her disgusting behaviour, still ringing in her ears, Lisa rushed along the path. She had on her dress and no panties, because until she got her case back that was all she had to wear! Thankfully there was nobody else in the forest at this early hour. The dawn chorus was still sounding in the treetops as she hurried along holding the hem of the dress tightly against her bottom trying her best to keep her bum cheeks covered. When she’d been roused by her Uncle an hour earlier it had still been dark. Unfortunately once fully awake she’d started the day with a very red face. During the night it was clear that she’d been unable to keep her hands away from her pussy. The suede mittens were streaked with the evidence of her wet and sticky nocturnal emissions.

          “I warned you young lady! We won’t have you touching yourself all the time, it’s disgusting. Why on earth can’t you learn to control yourself?” With the sheets pulled back and her pyjama jacket raised it was obvious what she’d been up to. The inner curves of her thighs were smeared with her spendings. Olivia Brite leant over and carefully pulled the swollen slit open with her fingertips. Lisa whimpered and covered her face with her hands as the awful humiliation washed over her.

          “Just look at this Bryan. She’s soaking! You can clearly see the state of her clitoris, it’s swollen and stiff.” He bent forwards and treated himself to a closer look.

          “I don’t know what we’re going to do with the little slut.” She shook her head with mock annoyance but a sly smile creased her lips. “When you get back from Mr Bolker’s that fat bottom of yours is going to get some attention my girl!”

 

          The older woman wasted little time as she stripped and showered the red faced girl before bundling her down the stairs. Breakfast was eggs and bacon washed down with yet another drink of milk. As she watched her niece empty the glass Olivia chuckled to herself. Today a different cocktail of stimulants would be coursing its way around the girl's body, one designed to stimulate the sensitivity of her nipples and their surrounding tissues. Jack Ford's instructions were very clear. She had to alternate the two mixtures for four days and then give the girl both at once for two more. It was simple enough to perform and from what she'd seen so far the drugs were working perfectly...   

 

          As Lisa passed a stand of tall pine trees she recognised where she was. The Woodsman’s cottage was just around the next bend. She swallowed nervously, her heart starting to beat more rapidly in her chest. And it was her chest that was causing her the most concern. For some reason her nipples had been pulsing and throbbing madly since she'd set out from the farm. They felt incredibly swollen and stiff and she could tell they were sticking out quite obscenely. It was all she could do to stop her legs from shaking when a few moments later she found herself knocking on the heavy wooden door. It swung open almost immediately and she was greeted by the bulk of Ben Bolker filling the doorway. He had an enormous grin on his face.

          “Well! Well! If it isn’t Miss Lisa Lus!” His eyes were sparkling with excitement as he ushered her into the kitchen.

          “And what can I do for you young lady?” he asked, with an amused smirk on his face. His gaze ran leisurely over her girlish curves, pausing at the two distinct points that her hard nipples were making in the front of the dress. Lisa felt her face ignite with heat and began to squirm with embarrassment.

          “You’ve got my case!” she suddenly blurted much too loudly. “And you’ve got to give it back!”

          “Oh I do do I?” His laughter caused Lisa’s face to burn. “And why is that?”

          “If you don’t I’ll…I’ll tell my Aunt what you’ve done and what a horrible man you are!” His laughter grew louder. Suddenly all of the indignation of what she’d had to endure in the past twenty four hours came flooding out.

         “How dare you laugh at me you vulgar little man?” she yelled. “Don't speak to me like that! I’m not one of your common country tarts!" Ben Bolker roared with laughter as Lisa berated him for being "lower class" and "an oaf" and "ill-mannered". But in an instant she became perfectly silent as his huge hand suddenly shot out and brusquely grabbed her by the wrist. Fear, and the realisation of what she'd just done, quickly registered inside her head.

          "Well it sounds as though you’re the one who needs to learn some manners,” he said. His face rapidly lost its' expression of good humour and clouded with anger. "Maybe a few hours honest labour will knock that stuck-up and condescending attitude out of you?" Lisa stared at the wooden floor not daring to meet his eye. "I've got the very thing. You can earn your case back, how does that sound?" Again Lisa kept her eyes locked fearfully down at her feet.

          "You see those?" He pointed out of the window at a large pile of freshly cut logs. "You can stack them neatly in my store, it shouldn't take you long." Lisa nodded her head miserably.

          "Yes Sir," she said very quietly. Ben Bolker grinned to himself.

          "Take that dress off," he said. "Your Aunt tells me she's cleaned you up a bit since the last time I saw you."

 

          Lisa immediately looked up into his smiling face. Nooooooooo! Please No! She couldn't bear him seeing her naked again, it was so humiliating!

          "P...P...Please! I'm sorry Sir! I'll be good but please let me keep my dress on!" she pleaded desperately, “Oh please!" Ben Bolker chuckled at the trembling girl's obvious distress.

          "Get it off," was his threatening response. Shaking like a leaf and horribly aware that the man was about to see her now hairless pussy, and the erect state of her nipples, she resignedly grasped the offending garments' hem and began to draw it slowly up her body.

          "Hurry up!" he snapped, "I haven't got all morning!" With a pitiful sob Lisa pulled the dress off over her head and for a second time stood totally nude in front of the grinning woodsman. She squirmed with embarrassment trying to hide her breasts and pubic mound from his prying eyes.

          "Hands behind your back girl and stop trying to make out you're shy, I know damn well you're enjoying every second of this!" A fat tear welled up and ran down Lisa's cheek as she did as he ordered.

          "I can see much more of you now," he said teasingly. "And just look at the state of those!" With her hands behind her back Lisa's boobs jutted out in front of her but it was their throbbing points that really caught his eye. They looked red and angry and swollen and very stiff.

          "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" She gasped and rose up onto her toes as he reached out and calmly squeezed the ultra-sensitive tips.

          "Owwwww! Oooooooh!" she squealed as he kneaded the flint-like nipples between his fingers. Her embarrassment was so intense she thought she might faint! Well that's what she hoped!

          "These are like rock you little tart." Lisa jerked and squealed again as his hand slid down her trembling belly and found the very wet slit between her thighs.

          "Oh...Oh...Oooooooooh God!" she groaned as his fingers opened her private folds. Unable to stop herself she immediately began thrusting her hips forwards onto his teasing digits. Her face burned with shame as her moans and girlish pleadings filled the room. It took only seconds for her to reach the very edge of an orgasm but then she was left teetering on the brink as he withdrew his hand.

          "N...N...Nnnnnnnn...No! PLEASE!" she gurgled piteously as the delicious sensations ceased and humiliation flowed through her.

          "Just as I thought, you're nothing but a common little slut with a very rude mouth. You need to learn to think before you open it!" His smile was wicked. "I always think the punishment should fit the crime."

 

          Lisa stared in absolute horror as the huge man sat down on a chair and unbuttoned the front of his breeches. Her eyes grew round and her mouth sagged open when she saw the size of the erect penis that came into view. It jutted up threateningly from his lap.

          "Pppppppplease No!" she stammered stepping backwards, her naked body shaking with anxiety. "Please Sir! Please No!"

          "Come here and kneel down." Lisa remained where she was frozen with fear.

          "Come here I said! NOW! Or I'll thrash every last bit of you and then send you home naked!" Lisa began to cry piteously as her heart hammered in her chest. The thing was enormous and looked horribly hard! She felt sick with worry. Ben Bolker looked at his submissive plaything and chuckled wickedly.

          "I'm not going to rape you you stupid girl!"

 

          Slowly Lisa stumbled forwards her eyes glued to the swollen cock. He grabbed her wrist and forced her to her knees.

          "Noooooo pleaseeeeeeeeee! Nooooooooooooo! Aahhhhhhhaaa!

I beg youuuuuuuu pleaseeeeee let me goooooo!" she cried, twisting in his grasp and trying her best to avoid looking at the engorged penis that was now bobbing only inches in front of her face. Quickly she became exhausted as the realisation that there would be no escape entered her mind. 

          "Haven't you ever seen a man's member before?" he asked teasingly, with a smile playing on his lips. Lisa started to cry even more loudly and shook her head. Calmly he reached out and despite her protests drew her face up until she was looking directly at his throbbing erection. With wide eyes she was forced to watch as he slowly pulled the foreskin back revealing the shiny purple glans. To Lisa the things head seemed to be visibly pulsing, as did the thick veins that ran down its' shaft. She began to whimper.

          "Calm down or I'll sit your bare arse on my stove. It'll singe your pussy too and believe me you won't like that one little bit!" Lisa looked up at him with real fear in her eyes.

          "Please Sir I will be good please I'm sorry! I'll be good!"

          "Oh I know you're going to be good, now kiss it!"

          "K...K...K...iss it?" she stuttered.

          "Yes! Imagine it's a candy bar. Now be a good girl and kiss it. I'm waiting." Sobbing Lisa closed her eyes and pressed her lips forward. He smiled as he watched her struggle to do as she was told. Slowly she leant forwards and planted a kiss on the swollen head before recoiling as if she'd touched a naked flame. Ben Bolker laughed.

          "There, that wasn't so bad was it?" he said. "You can lick it now." With tears rolling down her cheeks she tried to make herself do as he said. The erect penis was horridly big. She stared at it feeling sick to her stomach. Suddenly he pinched one of her swollen and very sensitive nipples.

           "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" Her scream bounced around the room.

           "I said lick it my girl! NOW! Or so help me I'll spank that fat bottom of yours until you can't stand up!"

          "Pleaseeeeeee let me go!" she begged.

          "I won't tell you again." He said it quietly and she could hear the menace in his voice. Reluctantly she reached out and gripped the pulsing column. Nervously her hand moved downwards drawing the foreskin back and uncovering the plum-like head. Swallowing fearfully she screwed her eyes tightly shut before pressing her tongue against the hot flesh. Slowly she licked her way down the hard shaft and then back up again.

          "Good, now keep licking and do it nicely." Again Lisa began to plead with him but it didn't help in the least. His fingers shot out and squeezed her erect nipples one after the other causing her to shriek and shake her breasts wildly as she tried to escape the awful hurt. Quickly she applied her tongue to his cock again and frantically began to lap at the smooth taut head.

          "You have a dirty mouth young lady and if you don't do as you're told and take this punishment there's plenty of cow dung next to the cattle shed. It won't taste as nice believe me!" The threat of having her mouth filled with manure caused horrible pictures to appear in Lisa's head.

 

          Ben Bolker was finding the girl's humiliation incredibly exciting. His cock throbbed as her tongue moved gently back and forth.

          "Suck it." Lisa had little idea of what he expected her to do but nervously parted her lips. She wasn't stupid and after all it wasn't rocket science but she'd never touched a stiff cock before, let alone put one in her mouth. His hand grabbed the back of her head and forced it down causing her lips to slide over the rubbery glans. Suddenly her small mouth was full of hard flesh.

          "N...N...N...Nnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooo! Mmmmmmmmmm!" she gurgled in panic. At the same time his hand closed over hers, where it was gripping his shaft, and urged it up and down in slow steady strokes.

          "M...M...M...Mmmmmmmmmm! Aaaaaaaah!" Muffled sounds escaped her straining mouth as she gasped for breath.

          "Suck it girl and use your tongue," he said, making her pump her hand vigorously. "Will you dare be rude again or are you going to have some respect for your elders in future?"

          "Yessssssssssssss mmmmmmmmm!" she blubbered as her mouth enveloped the swollen helmet. Saliva and pre-cum dripped from her lips, the fluid running down the pulsing shaft and over the back of her hand. Frantically she licked around the rim and slid her tongue over the slippery surface trying her best to please him. It was then that Ben Bolker glanced down between the girl's legs and saw the puddle of her juices that had dripped down onto the kitchen floor. He smiled to himself. Throughout the humiliating ordeal Lisa had been consumed with worry; What was he going to do to her? Please don't let him rape me! Oh please! Please not that! But even through the fear her pussy had continued to throb and ooze and the swollen tips of her breasts had tingled excitedly.

          "You really are a shameless little hussy. Do you know that?" Lisa simply gurgled and gasped as he pressed her down onto his hard shaft once more.

 

          After several minutes, when all that could be heard was the sound of slurping and muffled pleadings, Lisa suddenly felt the man begin to stiffen. In her mouth she could feel the tip of the erection start to throb more urgently. Desperately she pulled her lips away from the hard penis, trying to wrench herself from his grasp. She knew what was about to happen! She couldn't swallow what he was about to produce, she just couldn't!  He allowed her to pull away but maintained the grip that kept her hand pumping up and down his jerking shaft. Thick gouts of creamy fluid suddenly jetted into the air. Ben Bolker groaned with pleasure as he splattered the trembling girl with come. It splashed onto her face and down her arm. Some white spurts fell onto her breasts leaving sticky strands hanging from her nipples. He smiled and grunted with satisfaction as his penis gradually began to soften.

           "Well Lisa I may have misjudged you. Maybe you're not such a little slut after all. One day you may turn out to be a lady." He chuckled happily to himself as he watched her face burn with embarrassment and disgust. "You'd better clean that mess up and then get outside." He handed the naked girl her dress. Lisa looked back with confusion in her eyes.  "Well wipe it up girl!" he snapped. By the time she'd finished the garment was covered with the horrible man's ejaculate. What on earth would Aunt Olivia say? She whimpered as he roughly grabbed the dress from her and curtly told her to spread her legs. Her face burned and she sobbed with shame as he used the already soiled material to calmly wipe her sticky slit before pushing her unceremoniously towards the door.

         

          Naked she was bundled into the garden where she stood worriedly, trying to hide her charms with her hands. Being outside in the open with nothing covering her pussy or thorn-like nipples was filling her with dread. Being nude in front of the woodsman was awful enough but being out of doors made her feel totally exposed and vulnerable. It took only moments for him to show her the pile of logs and the roofed shelter, which stood to one side of his cottage. Half an hour later she was busily carrying the logs, one after another, and stacking them tidily in the store. At first she'd looked around anxiously as she walked nakedly back and forth, terrified that someone might see her, but soon the early morning sunshine lulled her into a false sense of security and even though all of her physical attributes were on display she allowed her worries to gradually evaporate.

 

          “Good grief!” Lisa let out a shocked squeal when she heard the male voice. Spinning around she found herself face to face with a tall thin man carrying a leather satchel over one shoulder.

          "And what have we here?" he asked with a surprised grin on his face. His eyes were far too quick for her slow reactions so before she'd had time to cover her hairless pussy and pointy nipples he'd already had a good look at her exposed flesh. Mewling with distress she sank quickly to the grass where she attempted to hide her private parts from his interested gaze.

          “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Ben Bolker bellowed from the doorway of the cottage. Lisa began to sob miserably as he came charging down the path.

          “Stand up girl and get on with your work!” he snapped curtly.

          “Please Sir not in front of him! Please!” she begged.

          “I said stand up girl! I won’t warn you again.” Slowly she did as she was told hiding her breasts behind her arm and covering her pussy with her hands.

          “Who is she?” asked the stranger.

          “This is Lisa, she’s staying with the Brites for the summer and she needs a firm hand according to her aunt.”

          “Does she always run around without any clothes on?”

          “Well she’s being punished for calling me names and showing no respect for her elders. I thought being nude in the open for an hour might bring her down a peg or two.” Both of the men laughed.

          “Get your hands behind your back and show my friend here what a shameless little tart you are!”

 

          With her face burning and her heart hammering in her chest she stood writhing and squirming under the combined gaze of the two men. Up until two days ago no-one had ever seen her naked, except her mother and their family doctor, but since then her world had become a constant nightmare of enforced nudity and intimate exposure. She sobbed quietly, consumed with shame, as their eyes examined her helpless charms. The woodsman’s stern voice broke her reverie.

          “What have you been doing girl? You’ve hardly moved anything!”

          “I’ve been trying my best Sir!” she blurted, “I really have!”

          “Looks like she needs a bit of encouragement?” said the smiling Postman. Ben Bolker grinned at his friend and pulled a handful of pegs from his pocket. As Lisa stared in horror he showed them to his companion. The one held between his fingers closed with a loud “Snap!” as he demonstrated how strong its’ spring was.

          “Hands on your head girl and get your legs open!” She knew she had to do as she was told, knew that she had no choice. If she didn’t they’d make her do even more terrible things! Visibly shaking she complied with his order. Once her thighs were parted their eyes dropped to her freshly denuded slit. Humiliation washed over her as the woodsman’s friend spoke,

          “Looks like the little sluts excited Ben.”

         “Oh yes. She’s always wet aren’t you you dirty girl?” Crimson cheeked Lisa said nothing. “That slit of hers is always sticky.” She could feel her pussy throbbing with arousal at the awful words but not as intensely as the erect tips of her boobs! Amazingly they seemed to be getting more and more swollen and stiff! What was happening?

 

          She screamed as a peg closed onto one of her sensitised nipples.

          “N…N…Nnnnnnnggghhhh! Aaaaaaaah!” she blubbered in response to the sharp pain. Frantically she started shaking her girlish globes as she struggled to absorb the awful hurt. 

          “Keep your hands where they are,” he said warningly.  The girlish breasts were still juddering when the next peg bit into her other engorged bud. Two more pinching points of torment were attached to folds of soft areola adjacent to each of her stiff nipples. She couldn’t stop herself twisting back and forth and wailing her distress. Ben Bolker and his friend watched with interest as the naked girl cried and wriggled in front of them. Louis Collins’ smile grew even larger when his companion knelt down in front of her. She squealed piteously as he calmly clipped a peg to each of her delicate labial lips before allowing a final one to close on her stiff clitoral stalk. Her reaction was to jerk and writhe desperately where she stood. Tears poured down her hot cheeks as she begged and pleaded for him to remove them.

          “OW…OW…OW! Oooowwwwwww! Take them off ppppppppplease! Aaaaaaaaaah!” she squealed. But of course her amused tormentors merely laughed cruelly as they watched her perform her lewd dance.

          “Now get on with it!” the huge woodsman told her. Crying and whimpering Lisa gingerly bent down and picked up a log and then with stiff legs, that she held carefully apart, waddled uncomfortably towards the corner of the cottage. Both men chuckled enjoying the helpless girl’s humiliation enormously.

 

          Ten minutes later and the sharp pinching pain that the pegs had initially caused had coalesced into distinct points of dull aching discomfort. Lisa carried the logs under the watchful eyes of the two men with the horrid pegs bobbing stiffly on her nipples and clicking painfully between her thighs. When they were finally removed and the blood surged back into her wounded parts she immediately collapsed onto the grass, almost hysterical with the intense pain that flooded her breasts and pussy. Gently she rubbed and caressed herself easing the hurt from her sensitive flesh. Ignoring the loud sobbing Ben Bolker informed her that before he sent her back to her Aunt’s she was going to help Mr Collins with a little job. She groaned and looked up anxiously at the two smiling men.

 

          Lisa could feel the man’s eyes roving over the rolling cheeks of her bottom as she walked totally naked in front of him. As they made their way through the trees her nipples pointed stiffly in all directions. Humiliation and shame were making her face burn but all of her private parts were alive with throbbings and tinglings. The most awful thing was that she felt incredibly turned-on! Even after all of the terrible things that happened to her so far this morning her slit was slippery with her juices. She stared anxiously through the greenery as he urged her forwards along the tiny path. Without warning the bushes parted and she found herself standing naked at the side of the road. She’d pleaded with Mr Bolker not to make her go with the smirking postman but he’d simply ignored her. Now she looked fearfully up and down the lane praying that it would stay deserted.

 

          Louis Collins slid the side door of the van open and ordered her to get in. Once inside she found herself standing between two rows of shelving that ran the length of the inside of the vehicle. Numerous envelopes and packages of differing sizes occupied the shelves. The floor itself was covered with piles of newspapers so Lisa had to stand with her legs astride facing the back of the van. It wasn’t possible to turn around in the confined space. The door slid shut causing her nervousness to increase as she realised she was trapped with the man in the cramped interior, and there was absolutely no chance of escape. She felt totally helpless. What was he going to do to her?

          “You can help me sort the papers young lady,” he said, as his eyes travelled greedily over her nakedness.

 

          She did exactly as he told her, crouching down and passing him papers from the different piles. The last thing she wanted was to give him an excuse to punish her. She reasoned that the sooner she did as he wanted the sooner she’d be on her way back to her Aunt and Uncle’s farm. It proved surprisingly hard work in the tiny space and it was very hot. Quickly her legs began to ache with the strain. It was indescribably shameful to be naked in the man’s presence, she felt dizzy with embarrassment, but most horribly she realised that each time she had to bend down she presented him with an unobstructed view of the space between her spread bum cheeks. But there was nothing she could do about it! Swallowing nervously she continued to do as he ordered. Louis Collins couldn’t believe his luck as the nude teenager bobbed and twisted in front of him. How on earth Ben had managed to get the submissive girl under his control he’d never know, but now he was going to join in the fun too! God he was hard! He really owed his best friend one! He watched intently as she crouched down once more. Only inches in front of his face he looked at her rear cheeks as they gaped wantonly apart. The obscene posture revealed the girls crinkled bottom hole and the pouting bulge of her swollen pussy. Its’ pink folds were slick with her oozings. He licked his lips in anticipation.

          “Just look what you’ve done! They’re ruined!” Lisa jumped and stared down between her feet to the spot where he was pointing. He was standing so close that she could feel his hot breath on her back.

          “You’ll have to pay for those.”

           “I…I…I…haven’t got any money Sir!” she stuttered worriedly.

          “That’s not my problem is it?” he snapped angrily. “You’re going to have to pay for them somehow.” Lisa looked back over her shoulder into his grinning face. She was really concerned now. What was he going to make her do? What was going to happen? She suddenly squealed and jerked as his hand reached out and cupped the smooth curve of one of her rear cheeks. Mewing with distress she tried to twist away from his eager hand.

          “Mmmmmmm,” he muttered slyly, “So how are you going to repay your debt?” His hand strayed down between her shaking buttocks and once enclosed in the warm softness began to explore further.

          “Keep still!” he hissed threateningly. Soon both hands were lifting and parting Lisa’s generous bottom cheeks and then his fingers were pressing insistently at her bottomhole. She covered her face with her hands, consumed with shame, as his intimate investigation continued. Once his inquisitive digits found the slippery crease of her pussy she couldn’t stop herself moaning loudly and rolling her hips in slow circles. The man wasn’t gentle as he pushed his way inside her tight virginal tunnel. She gasped at the discomfort but quickly he located the engorged stub of her clitoris and started to manipulate it teasingly. Unable to control the intense sensations that were flooding her belly she pushed herself lewdly onto the delicious fingers and found herself leaning back against the horrid postman. She could feel his rigid penis pushing insistently against her bottom but it only seemed to increase her excitement. As her wanton groans filled the interior of the van his other hand slid around her body pulling her against him. Leisurely he fondled the soft breasts and their flint-like tips.

 

          When his hand again dropped to join its companion Lisa was instantly lost in a maelstrom of conflicting feelings. Her thighs strained shamelessly apart allowing him access to both of her holes. She squeaked as a fingertip wormed its’ way inside the elastic opening of her bottom. A combination of absolute shame and intense embarrassment coursed through her but it was her arousal that won through. She didn’t want to come for him! She mustn’t! Didn’t want him to see her lose control! Didn’t want…Noooooooooo! Oooooooooooh! Jerking and squealing and writhing she orgasm-ed violently on the wonderful fingers.  It was only when the exquisite sensations began to ebb away that her humiliation at what she’d just done came to the fore. Overcome with guilt and embarrassment she sobbed loudly as the chuckling man withdrew his now slippery fingers.

 

          Worry made her run first to the Woodsman’s cottage and then, once she had her soiled dress on, even more urgently through the forest to her Aunt and Uncle’s farm. Anxiety was gnawing insistently at her mind. She’d had to promise to go to the postman’s house early on Friday morning. In order to repay the debt he said she owed him, she’d have to sort the post and papers for his round. If she didn’t he would tell her Aunt exactly what she’d done in his van. How she’d stripped naked for him and how she’d asked him to touch her! It was all awful lies but Lisa knew very well that her Aunt would enjoy such a situation enormously. It would give her the perfect excuse to punish her niece once more. Resignedly Lisa knew she’d have to do as the horrid man had told her. The little case was gripped tightly in her hand as she rushed along the path. She knew she must have been gone for much longer than her Aunt had expected. Once back at the farm she quickly she opened the kitchen door and slipped quietly inside. It was as she was creeping up the stairs that her Aunt’s voice boomed out from the living room,

          “LISA! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? COME HERE THIS INSTANT!”

Chapter 5: A doctor calls

 

          Lisa walked reluctantly down the hallway towards the living room door. Her Aunt Olivia’s angry voice had already filled her with anxiety but the concerned expression on her face immediately grew more intense when she saw the overweight man sitting next to her Aunt on the sofa.

          “Where have you been girl?” snapped the older woman. “And what on earth have you done to your dress? Don’t just stand there, come here this instant!” Lisa’s cheeks burned crimson as she stood in front of the two seated adults. The man’s eyes ran greedily all over her shaking form as he treated her to a smug smile. His fat tongue ran wetly across his lips causing her to shiver with disgust. Jack Ford was more than pleased as he looked at the slim teenage girl. Her obviously hard nipples were easily visible through the thin cotton dress she wore, and it was indecently short revealing most of her smooth girlish thighs. Lovely! The drugs would certainly be doing their business by now. He shifted in his seat to ease the discomfort that the gradually growing stiffness in the front of his trousers was causing.

          “What have you got all over your dress?” he asked slyly, guessing that the shiny smears in the midst of the other dirty stains were most probably the girl’s own vaginal secretions. Lisa’s Aunt leant forwards and examined the soiled dress more closely.

          “Good grief!” she exclaimed. “What have you been doing? Rolling in the mud you naughty girl!” Lisa began to wring her fingers. If her Aunt recognised what the white marks on the dress really were…well it just didn’t bear thinking about. The awful dilemma she now found herself in was almost unbearable.

 

          In fact Olivia Brite knew very well what the smears were, but keeping the young girl in a state of acute anxiety was adding to her own enjoyment of the tense situation.

          “You deserve to be thoroughly punished for your slovenly attitude my girl. Don’t you agree Doctor?” The man tried hard to stop himself from smiling. He was already enjoying the teenager’s humiliation enormously.

          "Yes Olivia! You’re absolutely right. Young girls should be aware of their cleanliness at all times.” He paused. “Personal hygiene is so important where health is concerned...and of course if a young girl should fail to appreciate this then she needs to be taught a very severe lesson. I’d suggest some form of physical chastisement to really drive the message home.” The woman grinned at her partner in crime before turning back to her young niece.

          “Yes, once you’ve finished your examination we’ll give her a thorough spanking. That should teach her to take more pride in her physical appearance.” Red faced Lisa stared at them with undisguised fear in her eyes.

          “You need to formally introduce yourself my girl, and be quick about it,” snapped the older woman, “you’ve already wasted far too much of Dr Ford’s valuable time!” Visibly trembling Lisa curtsied and shook his hand.

          “Hello Sir,” she said nervously. His sparkling eyes and the smirk that played on his lips made her cheeks flame.

          “Hello young lady,” he said.

          “Dr Ford is going to examine you so you’d better take that filthy dress off. Hurry up!” Lisa squirmed and began to mumble incoherently. She knew that they’d see she didn’t have any knickers on. Oh pleeeeeeeeeeeease NO!

          “Be quiet and get that dress off NOW! DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!” Shaking uncontrollably Lisa gripped the hem of the offending garment and drew it upwards. Before it had risen above her waist her tormentors began to berate her.

          “Where is your underwear Lisa?” asked her Aunt, knowing full well that the girl didn’t have any.

          “A respectable girl always wears underclothes unless she is being disciplined,” said Jack Ford. “Why are you naked under your dress? Have you been punished?” Lisa started to stutter, her voice was laced with anxiety as she stood totally naked in front of them. She tried to hide her erect nipples with one hand whilst desperately covering her hairless pussy with the other.

          “Y…Y…Yes…I mean no!”

          “Well what exactly do you mean girl? Yes or No? And address me properly!”

          “I…I…I was punished earlier for forgetting things, Sir.”

          “Well I don’t know of many girls that forget their knickers! I’ll make a note in your medical record that you’re absent minded, or maybe you’re not wearing any underwear because you like showing yourself off? Is that it? Well?”

          “No Sir! No! I’m a good girl Sir!” Lisa blurted. Jack Ford and his companion grinned at one another as the red-faced girl writhed on the spot consumed with embarrassment.

          “Put your hands on your head,” ordered Olivia Brite. “How is the Doctor going to examine you if you cover yourself up?” Shaking with shame Lisa slowly did as she was told.

 

          Jack Ford smiled at what he saw. The girl’s nipples were dark pink and noticeably engorged. They pointed stiffly out from the gently wobbling breasts and were no doubt extremely sensitive. Between her closed thighs she couldn’t hide the swollen state of her vaginal crease. The fat lips bulged rudely as did her clitoral knob, which was poking excitedly from beneath its’ delicate hood. The girl was certainly in an extreme state of arousal. By now the drugs would have affected her sexual and mental control to such a high degree that she would basically allow anything to be done to her, no matter how degrading! He licked his lips in anticipation.

          “Stand with your legs apart, nice and wide young lady,” he said. Groaning with embarrassment Lisa complied. She could feel the fluid that was oozing shamefully between her thighs and as she spread her legs she prayed that her sticky pussy lips would stay closed. But to her horror she immediately felt them slide apart revealing the wetness that was coating her private hole.

          “Can you see Doctor Ford,” said Lisa’s aunt, taking the opportunity to increase the young girl’s humiliation, “she’s wet again.”

          “It looks as though your niece is producing an excessive amount of vaginal lubrication Olivia. It’s almost dripping out of her!” He couldn’t suppress a chuckle which made Lisa’s face burn uncontrollably.       

          “Turn around and bend over,” he said. Once bent over Lisa knew that they’d be able to see not only her pussy but also the clenched opening to her bottom. She looked pleadingly at her Aunt but the older woman simply treated her mortified niece to an icy stare.

          “Hurry up girl! My goodness you’re wasting Dr Ford’s time. Would you like a taste of the hairbrush?” Lisa immediately began to sob at the awful threat and reluctantly turned around showing her full rear cheeks to the watching adults. Her bottom was still a little sore from yesterday’s spanking. Jack Ford noted the pinkish glow, visual evidence of the girl’s previous punishment, and felt a pang of regret that he hadn’t been present. But he was here now!

          “Bend over Lisa! Have you gone deaf?” said her Aunt crossly, raising her voice. But the next order caused a fresh shiver to travel over the teenager’s already trembling nudity.

          “Reach behind and spread your cheeks. Show Dr Ford your bottom hole.” Lisa started to sob more loudly as the terrible embarrassment of the intimate exposure overwhelmed her.

          “Wider than that! I said wider! Spread your legs further too!”

 

          Tears of shame welled up in the young girl’s eyes and started to drip from the tip of her nose. The view she was now giving them was so shameful! Jack Ford couldn’t help leaning forwards for a closer look. The hairless slit of the teenager’s vagina gaped open revealing its’ slippery lips to his interested eyes. Also clearly displayed was the tightly puckered dimple of her anus. He had no doubt that when he pushed a finger inside, which was a delight he intended to save until she visited him at his surgery, she would squeal and make a tremendous fuss! Slowly he exhaled, trying to control his excitement. Between the spread legs he could see her soft breasts hanging down, the nipples pointing stiffly towards the floor.  Lisa’s Aunt chuckled quietly to herself. Her friend, if the front of his trousers was anything to go by, was obviously finding the girl’s submissiveness enormously arousing!

          “Doctor, maybe a cup of coffee before you start your examination?” His nod drew a smile from her lips. She knew the delay would prolong her niece’s humiliation.

          “Stay in position Lisa until Dr Ford is ready for you.” With her face burning hotly the naked teenager looked back over her shoulder at the two grinning adults. The pleading in her eyes made their smiles grow even wider.

          “Yes Olivia a small cup of coffee would be greatly appreciated,” he said. Lisa’s heart sank a little more. She certainly didn’t want to stay in the awfully shameful position for any longer than she had to. But of course she didn’t have any choice! She jumped as her aunt suddenly snapped at her,

          “Lisa look ahead! And keep your legs straight!” Leaving her friend to visually enjoy the naked girl’s intimate anatomy she busied herself with the kettle whilst her own pussy continued to throb and tingle deliciously.

 

          “Spread your cheeks more Lisa. I know you’re enjoying showing the Doctor everything you’ve got.” Olivia Brite couldn’t contain a giggle as the mortified youngster groaned with humiliation.  Sipping their coffee the grinning pair watched with interest as the nude teenager began to shake with the effort of remaining in position. Lisa could feel her pussy lips gaping as she pulled her buttocks open and her face flared with heat as her aunt spoke again.

          “Can you see how wet she is Doctor? Surely it isn’t normal?”

          “Well her vagina does appear excessively wet. Are you having dirty thoughts girl?”

          “I…I…I…don’t…really I…don’t know Sir!” she stuttered anxiously, trying to glance back over her shoulder.

          “Keep your position! Bottom spread!” he said warningly, before replacing his cup on its’ saucer. Then he stood up.

 

          Lisa moaned as the horrid man cupped and squeezed her helpless breasts but she screamed loudly when his fingers cruelly pinched her engorged nipples. They were so sensitive.

          “Your niece’s nipples are certainly very swollen Olivia. Are they always in this state?” Lisa mewled piteously as he pulled them forcefully.

          “Yes Doctor. It seems she’s constantly acting in a sluttish manner. I don’t know what to do with her.” The two conspirators exchanged a smile. Jack Ford felt a certain amount of satisfaction as he realised that his cocktail of drugs was working perfectly.

          “Up on the table young lady,” he ordered. With crimson cheeks and engulfed by the most intense shame she’d ever experienced Lisa did as she was told. Once positioned on her hands and knees he made her dip her back. The effect was to raise and part the softly rounded globes of her bottom once more, which in turn rudely displayed the glistening split peach of her pussy. Without any hesitation his fingers immediately slid down the fleshy valley between her buttocks and started to pinch the edges of the crinkled entrance to her rear passageway. As Lisa squeaked and moaned her Aunt simply smiled, enjoying the continuing degradation of the helpless young girl.

 

          Shameful tears slid down the naked teenager’s face as she was forced to sit back in an armchair with her legs spread wide, a foot resting on each of its’ arms. Every intimate detail of her girlish slit and its’ puffy lips was blatantly exposed to her grinning tormentors. She gnawed her lip nervously as sticky fluid began to ooze slowly from her pink hole. Jack Ford adjusted the front of his trousers and then reached out and carefully spread the plump outer labia with his fingertips. Lisa couldn’t stop herself gasping at the intimate contact. His inquisitive digits slid easily between the inner lips and pulled them wide apart. A soft moan of dismay escaped her as she felt the horrible man’s hot breath on her delicate folds as he peered closely at her wet opening.

          “Well your niece is definitely a virgin Olivia,” he said, “but her vulval parts are markedly engorged. I’d say she was in a state of acute sexual arousal, which is quite surprising. The best thing would be to bring her into the surgery in a few days time, and then I can carry out a much more thorough examination. Would that be alright?” The smiling woman nodded her approval. Lisa suddenly whimpered and began to close her legs. His fingers had started to slide back and forth across her swollen clitoral knob.

          “Stay in position young lady!” he barked. “And keep your legs fully spread.” The young girl groaned loudly as delicious sensations suddenly flooded her girlish slit. Unable to stop herself and much to her shame she began to writhe lewdly and thrust her hips upwards against his hand. Within moments she had lost all control, squirming and panting and shaking her head wildly from side to side.

          “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNggggggghhhhhh! OH! OH! OH! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!” she squealed as the intense orgasm ignited a kaleidoscopic display of colours behind her closed eyelids. The interested watchers noted how the young girl’s toes curled, and the muscles in her legs tightened rhythmically, in perfect time with the contractions of her vaginal tunnel. To their delight she was also unable to stop several squirts of liquid that spurted from her hole.

          “You disgusting girl! How dare you in front of Dr Ford?” said her Aunt crossly. Lisa stared weakly from behind hooded eyes, engulfed in shame at what she had just been forced to do.

           “I…I…I…I’m s…s…sorry Miss! I couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry!” she sobbed as her face burned with embarrassment.

          “You appear to have no self-control whatsoever young lady,” said the Doctor shaking his head. The glance he gave his friend however was full of triumph. “I’m not surprised your Aunt feels you deserve punishing for your sluttish behaviour.” Olivia Brite stood up.

          “I’ll be back in a minute,” she said with a sly grin. The Doctor smiled at Lisa’s bright red and obviously very worried face.

          “You appear to be a very disobedient child Lisa,” he said, as his fingers slid teasingly back and forth along her vaginal slit. She couldn’t stop herself moaning loudly. “You need to stop annoying your Aunt.” His intimate examination suddenly caused her to jerk and squeal as he firmly rubbed her erect clitoris once more.

          “If you don’t begin to behave in a more ladylike manner I’ll be forced to make your visit to my clinic rather embarrassing and very painful.” His chuckle caused Lisa’s pupils to dilate with fear. She couldn’t begin to imagine how terrible his threat would actually turn out to be.

 

          There was a definite “swish” as the perforated rectangle of white plastic flicked through the air. Lisa stared in horror as the fly swatters’ thin red plastic handle flexed violently in her aunt’s hand.

          “You’re dripping wet young lady! Legs up, come on, the Doctor hasn’t got all day!” Blushing furiously Lisa did as she was told, shuffling her hips forwards and allowing her shoulders to sink down into the armchair. Her Aunt stepped forwards and pushed the girls’ unresisting feet back over her head until they rested on the back of the chair. Then she gripped Lisa’s ankles and spread her legs wide apart.

          “Grip the backs of your knees and stay like that. Hurry up and keep your legs straight!” Again Lisa had to do as she was told. The position was so so embarrassing! With her legs open and her feet up above her head she stared back at them worriedly from between her spread thighs. Besides being consumed with shame she also felt totally helpless and very vulnerable. The cheeks of her bottom were pulled open and the mound of her pubis bulged obscenely upwards causing her pussy to gape wetly. Every detail of its’ puffy pink lips and swollen clitoral knob were graphically revealed to her enthusiastic audience.

          “This is going to sting a lot my girl,” said the smiling woman as she brought the flexible plastic flicking down towards the smooth skin.

          “Crack!” Lisa gasped as the fly swatter hit one of her upturned bum cheeks. The sting was atrocious. Her feet jerked and she squirmed in response to the burning that arrived a few seconds later. Immediately a red mark appeared on the soft flesh.

          “This should teach you to stop playing with yourself at every opportunity you dirty girl!” commented Olivia Brite sarcastically as she wielded the swishing plastic. The young girl cried out at the second impact and from then on she shrieked and sobbed at every stroke. It took all of her will power to remain in position as the cruel implement gradually worked its’ way over her flinching reddening curves. After two dozen similar blows Lisa was crying piteously and her rolling bum cheeks were painted crimson. The vivid sharp edged marks had gradually fused to entirely cover both of her wriggling globes. 

          “Maybe a little more severe to really send the message home?” suggested the grinning Doctor as he watched the burning buttocks clench and writhe rudely. His cock was so hard it was threatening to burst from his trousers. There was a “swish” as the fly swat flicked down once more but this time it caught the defenceless glistening labia. Lisa’s scream bounced around the room as her hands grabbed for her stinging wounded parts.

          “Don’t play with yourself you naughty girl!” shouted her Aunt as she snapped the plastic against her crying niece’s fingers. “Get your legs back into position!”

          “Owwwwwww! Oh please please please!” begged the shaking teenager. The flexible plastic implement caught the exposed vaginal lips again bringing another shriek from Lisa and a frantic writhing of her spread bottom cheeks. Six times the older woman stung the helpless vaginal slit without mercy, reducing her naked niece to a mass of burning misery, but it was the final strokes that broke the girl.

          “Arrrrrrrrgggghhhhh! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh!” howled Lisa as the plastic instrument flicked sharply against her swollen clitoral bud. Her legs fell as she jerked forwards and tried to grab her injured parts but not before a second stinging impact landed agonisingly on her engorged bud. Olivia Brite and Jack Ford watched with interest as the nude girl writhed on the carpet rubbing desperately at her burning pussy. The backs of her soft thighs, as well as her rear cheeks, were glowing hotly.

          “That should teach the little tart a lesson,” said the smiling man as he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.

          Whilst Aunt Olivia and Doctor Ford were talking Lisa was made to kneel in the corner with her nose against the wall and her hands on her head. Her poor bum cheeks were on fire and kept twitching and rolling lewdly from side to side. Worst still her pussy was more swollen than it had ever been and was throbbing and tingling uncontrollably. She so wanted to touch herself! And much to her shame she could tell that drops of sticky fluid were dripping onto the carpet from between her spread thighs!

          “The drugs appear to be working perfectly,” said Jack Ford happily, “she certainly seems very responsive.” Their conversation was being carried out in hushed tones so that the nude schoolgirl couldn’t hear their words.

          “Yes she’s wet all the time now and her nipples stay very hard. They stick out wonderfully.” Olivia Brites smile was infectious. Her friend couldn’t help chuckling.

          “When you bring her to the clinic we can certainly increase the levels of both her embarrassment and arousal. I’m hoping, if you agree, to use her as a subject for a thesis I’m working on. She’d make a perfect test subject.”

          “But of course. Feel free to use her in any way you wish.” The woman’s eyes gleamed with excitement when she said it. Her pussy pulsed with pleasure when she tried to imagine just how far her wicked companion intended to take the girl down the road of sexual degradation.

 

          Lisa was still kneeling in the corner an hour after the Doctor had left and her nipples were still standing out like thorns. With her face burning she glanced down at the carpet. Oh No! Aunt Olivia would be sure to notice! On the carpet a little puddle of fluid was gradually gathering. She swallowed nervously as her pussy continued to throb and an intoxicating tingling fluttered in her belly.

          “Lisa!” yelled her Aunt from the kitchen. “Come and have something to eat.” Stiffly she stood up and then with anxiety gnawing at her mind she quickly wiped the shiny evidence of her shame from the carpet with the crumpled dress.

 

          After lunch, which would have been quite normal if Lisa hadn’t been totally naked, Aunt Olivia ordered her to stand in front of her with her hands firmly clasped behind her back. The hard dining chair had been incredibly uncomfortable on her burning bum cheeks and now they were throbbing painfully once more. She was horribly aware of the swollen state of both her boobs and pussy lips. Everything between her legs felt sticky and hot and incredibly sensitive. So much so that even the slightest pressure from her thighs made her whimper and grit her teeth. With hot cheeks, both front and rear, she looked into her Aunt’s smiling face.

          “What on earth did you do to your dress this morning?” the older woman asked slyly.

          “It got dirty when I was moving Mr Bolker’s logs,” Lisa replied, trying to control the nervous edge in her voice. “I’m sorry Miss!”

          “Well it’s not good enough. You’re obviously a slovenly girl so for the rest of the day you can wear your ruined dress. Maybe then you’ll learn to look after your clothes properly.” She paused allowing her lips to form a self-satisfied smile. “When your Uncle gets home we’ll decide on a suitable punishment for you.”

 

          Lisa tried to concentrate on her Aunt’s voice but her anxiety was causing her mind to wander. Standing self consciously in front of the older woman wearing the grubby dress she was horribly worried. What was her Aunt saying? Something about chores? Everyday she’d have to do chores from a list she’d be given? Ooooooh! She so wanted to touch her pussy!

          “ARE YOU LISTENING YOUNG LADY!” Lisa jumped.

          “Y…Y…Y…Yes Miss!” she blurted.

          “If you don’t do your chores properly, or to our satisfaction, you’ll be disciplined. Do you understand girl?” Lisa nodded.

          “Today you can make a start by milking the cows.” With the young schoolgirl following she walked through the farm buildings. “Your Uncle and I have decided to use a points system to help with your education and where your responsibilities are concerned.” She looked into Lisa’s flushed face.  “Each infringement of the rules, or a wilful act on your part, will be awarded a number of penalty points. We can then gauge the severity of the punishment you’ll require. It’ll make the whole process so much fairer!” Lisa hated the sudden burst of gleeful laughter that came from her smiling Auntie.                      

          After half an hour, during which Lisa had concentrated as hard as she could, she found herself alone with the remaining thirty cows. They were jostling and mooing their impatience in the run that entered at the far end of the milking parlour. She didn’t have long. She had to get them milked before her Auntie returned. If she didn’t…already she was growing apprehensive at what might happen. Her tender bum cheeks clenched anxiously.

           One hour later and she’d only managed to get twenty of them milked. Each cow seemed to go out of its way to be as awkward as possible. First they wouldn’t go into the stalls and then they wouldn’t leave! She had to push and pull and bully each one into the correct position. But to her credit she remembered to take particular care when wiping their teats before allowing each teat –cup to attach itself with a hissed “stuuuup”. It all took time and she knew it was time she didn’t have. Once the four teat-cups in each cluster were firmly in place she switched on the pulsator and the rhythmical sucking of the machine automatically took over. But it was surprisingly hard work and by the time she was ready for the final six cows sweat was running down her face. At that moment she glanced out of the open doorway and spotted her Aunt changing into her wellington boots on the back step of the farmhouse. Once the older woman started to cross the yard Lisa knew that she would only have a few minutes before she arrived! The butterflies in her stomach started to flutter madly as her bottom-hole clenched nervously. Already beginning to panic she shoo-ed the remaining animals straight through the milking shed and out into the pen to join their companions. Immediately they started to bellow loudly. She knew that the milk level in the final glass holding jar was a good ten centimetres below that of the other three so she hastily added some tap water before wiping her hands on the dirty dress. At that moment her Aunt strode purposefully into the milking shed.

          As Olivia Brite carefully inspected the glass tanks Lisa gnawed apprehensively on her lip. Her bum and pussy were both still uncomfortably hot and tingly. The last thing she wanted was another spanking; she didn’t think she’d be able to bear it! When she’d been left alone in the building the first thing she’d done was to run her hands gingerly over her wounded rear cheeks and then she’d gently stroked the smooth shaven area between her legs. Even after all of the terrible things that had happened during the morning she still found her pussy was oozing with excitement. It was sooooooo sensitive and swollen! Even the slightest touch almost made her come! Her normally tiny clitoral bud felt huge and it was throbbing madly! It had taken all of her self control not to finger herself frantically there and then!                           

          “Well young lady it looks as though you’ve done a good job,” said her Aunt, as much to Lisa’s horror she started to draw a small volume of milk from each tank. With a growing sense of helplessness Lisa watched as the older woman performed a series of tests on the four samples.

          “That’s strange,” Olivia Brite suddenly said, peering closely at the final tube. “The fat content in this batch is far too low?” Lisa felt her heart begin to hammer against her ribs as her Aunt performed the same test again. When she turned to face her trembling niece she knew instantly that the girl had tampered with the last milk collection. Lisa’s face burned and she couldn’t look her Aunt in the eye. She let out a squeal of distress as her ear was suddenly pinched painfully and she found herself being dragged roughly down the central concrete walkway.

          “Oooowwwwww! Ow! Ow! Ow! I’m sorry Miss! I’m so sorry!” she gurgled hysterically. “I didn’t want to get into trouble!”

          “So you thought you’d make a fool of me did you, you despicable girl! This is exactly the type of behaviour you need curing of you dishonest ungrateful child! GET THAT DRESS OFF NOW!” she shouted angrily. Shaking Lisa pulled the horrid dress off over her head. It fell silently to the concrete floor. Shamefully naked once more she banged her knees against the side of the end milking bay as she found herself pushed roughly up against it. Her Aunt forced her to bend forwards, the top of the steel panel pressing uncomfortably into her belly. It took the older woman only moments to pull her niece’s arms out straight to the sides, and fasten each of the girl’s wrists to the two steel poles which formed part of the milking stall’s frame.

          “I’m sorry I’m so sorry Miss!” bleated Lisa fearfully as she pulled firmly against the nylon ties that were securing her wrists.

          “Spread your legs,” ordered Olivia Brite coldly. Reluctantly Lisa shuffled her feet apart as her Aunt bobbed down and quickly secured the trembling girl’s ankles to the same steel supports. Then she stood back and inspected her handiwork.

          Her “toy” was helplessly bound in a stretched “X”. Bending forwards at the waist over the steel divider and with her legs spread wide apart she certainly presented an interesting sight. Mmmmmm I must do this when we have visitors, mused the older woman wickedly. Lisa’s rounded rear cheeks bulged suggestively backwards. The valley between was pulled fully open revealing both her tiny pink bottomhole as well as her thick lipped vaginal slit. The posture made her push her firm breasts forwards from her ribcage which in turn made her stiff, and very swollen, nipples jut straight out. Sobbing quietly at the awful exposure, her girlish curves wobbled gently under the harsh fluorescent lights. Desperately she clenched her buttocks in a futile effort at hiding her private parts whilst her face burned hotly as fresh humiliation coursed through her.

          “I was taught that the punishment should always fit the crime,” said the smiling woman as she walked slowly behind the helpless schoolgirl and around into the milking stall. “And that’s exactly what’s going to happen here. These look as though they’re ready to be milked, what do you think? Mmmmm?” Lisa squealed as her Auntie cruelly flicked the flint-like nipples in turn before gripping each of the defenceless globes in her hands. She squeezed and moulded them for a few moments causing Lisa to sob with both discomfort and embarrassment. Having her Auntie touch her in such a personal way immediately caused enormous feelings of shame and guilt to spin inside her head, but worse was to come! Most dreadfully her nipples felt as if they were growing even harder and her pussy throbbing even more urgently. With a little laugh Olivia Brite released the soft breasts and walked back behind the shaking teenager. Lisa suddenly jerked upwards onto her toes and began to whinny loudly as she felt her Auntie’s fingers slide between her slippery labial folds. Her bottom wriggled and clenched uncontrollably as the intimate assault continued but she couldn’t stop herself moaning and rolling her hips lewdly as the fingers delved and teased.

          “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ooooooooooooo! Ppppplease don’t! Please Auntie stop!” she pleaded as the fingers brushed repeatedly against her engorged clitoral knob.

          “Just look at this!” ordered the older woman as she held her hand up in front of Lisa’s face, “It’s quite disgusting.” The long fingers were coated with a shiny layer of sticky fluid. “You seem quite unable to control your sluttish nature.” Under the girl’s horrified gaze her Aunt slowly reached out and gripped both stiff nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Then with a knowing smile she began to squeeze and roll the sensitised points between her fingertips. Cruelly she applied intense pressure causing Lisa to groan and writhe from side to side as she tried to escape the awful hurt. When Olivia Brite released her vice-like grip her young niece gasped with relief. The abused nipples looked very angry indeed, sticking out like red thorns and now bearing a fresh coating of the teenager’s own vaginal juices. Lisa watched fearfully as her Aunt lifted a cluster of milking cups from the rack.

          There was an audible “phuttt” as the strong suction instantly gripped each of the rigid nipples in turn forming an airtight seal with the rubber membranes of the steel milking cylinders.

          “Owwwwww! Ooooh! Miss it stings! OwOwOwooooooooooh!” The constant suction gradually pulled the surrounding soft tissues of the areolae into the tubes. To Lisa it was horribly uncomfortable and felt like her nipples were being pulled off! She squealed loudly when her grinning Auntie switched on the pulsator and set it to the most powerful cycle. The rhythmic “clunking” of the machine perfectly matched the young girl’s gasps of discomfort as the suction began to pulse powerfully, pulling a cone of sensitised flesh into each of the metal tubes in turn. Sticking straight out from Lisa’s breasts they caught the light as they bobbed up and down in time with the mechanical sucking.

         “Punishment perfectly matching the crime wouldn’t you say young lady?” said the grinning woman. Sweat was already beading on the writhing girl’s forehead.

          “Nnnnnnnnnnnn! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Naaaaaa!” was the only response from the wide–eyed teenager. Moments later however she gave vent to a much more vocal complaint.

          “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! NO PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!” she shrieked as another suction cup was clamped to the delicate pouch of her pussy. Her chuckling Aunt stepped back and watched as the naked girl’s legs began to shake violently. The rubber diaphragm in the end of the steel cylinder had immediately formed a seal with the top juncture of the hairless vaginal mound. Lisa writhed and begged and pleaded as the rhythmical sucking began to pull forcefully on her clitoral bud and its surrounding labial folds. An unbearable mixture of sensations surged back and forth within her sexual parts as both arousal and pain skittered through her belly.

          “You can stay there till your Uncle gets home,” said Olivia Brite matter-of-factly.

        “Oooooooh! PLEASE DON’T GO! MMMMmmmmmmmm! Ohhhhh god!” Lisa gasped. The older woman simply smiled. She was enjoying the show immensely. Seeing her “naughty” niece so helpless and defenceless was producing a delightful tingling in the space between her own thighs. She squeezed them together as the machine caused the writhing girl to scream loudly. It really is a perfect punishment she thought as another pitiful wail filled the air, and so enjoyable! She’d teach the disobedient little madam not to lie again! For several minutes she stared at the naked crying girl, allowing the increasingly pleasurable sensations to flood her pussy before turning towards the cows which were jostling and mooing impatiently at the gate.

          It didn’t take long to rectify the evidence of Lisa’s “deceitfulness” and whilst the animals were being milked Olivia watched the nude teenager with sparkling eyes. Hot tears were rolling down the girl’s red cheeks. Each pulse of intense suction from the machine made her squeal piteously and rise up onto the very tips of her toes. The shame that had so consumed her only a short time before seemed almost forgotten. It was pain and arousal that were fighting for her attention now.

          “Aunty pleaseeeee stop it! Please auntyyy I can't take it anymore! Ooooowwww!”

          “You’re a dishonest young girl. I’ll teach you to lie to me,” said the woman angrily. “I suggest you take your punishment and be thankful I’m not putting a leather strap across that fat backside of yours!”

          Gradually the tone of the writhing teenager’s pleadings began to change.
          “Aaaahhhhhhhhhh! N…nnn..nnnnooooooo…oh…oh…ooooooooh!” Although her nipples and clitoris were swollen and aching dreadfully she couldn’t stop the surges of arousal that were flowing from them. Suddenly she lost control, wriggling and thrusting her hips frantically back and forth as an intense orgasm swept through her. Her smiling Aunt watched as the spasms of, no doubt, unbearable pleasure caused the naked girl to twist and squirm uncontrollably. She’ll be feeling the ache in those nipples and that stiff clit of hers long after today’s punishment is over, Olivia Brite thought slyly, as she observed the way that her niece was arching her back and straining to spread her legs even further apart, and I bet she’ll come plenty of times before Bryan gets here! The pulsator was running at its highest setting, one reserved for use only when servicing the machine. She chuckled wickedly. The powerful suction must be proving an intolerable yet exquisite torture for the helpless girl! With a satisfied smile she turned, leaving Lisa to the milking machine’s tender embrace.

          It was half and hour later when, from beneath weary heavy-lidded eyes, the hysterical schoolgirl saw her Uncle enter the milking shed. Sweat was running down her face and she was slumping over the side of the metal pen. Her legs were trembling and shaking so much that they could no longer support her weight.

         “Nnnnnnnnn! PPPPPPPPPlease Uncle t..t..t..turn it off!” she stuttered as another wave of arousal washed through her tortured pussy. She couldn’t come again? Please No! Not again! She wouldn’t be able to bear it! Surprisingly the machine had driven her over the edge four times since her Aunt had left and each orgasm had been more intense than the last! She couldn’t stand another! Her nipples and clit felt enormous and were throbbing and tingling horribly. She couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain anymore. She just knew that she needed it to stop, AND PLEASE GOD STOP NOW, or she’d faint! Bryan Brite stood directly behind his sobbing niece. The view was interesting to say the least! Each “suction” from the milking machine caused the spread cheeks of the trembling bottom to clench tightly and perfectly framed between was the glistening slit of her young pussy. From under the edge of the metal cylinder attached to her clitoral folds vaginal lubricant was oozing and slowly dripping onto the concrete floor directly beneath. A shiny puddle revealed the extent of her involuntary excitement.

          "So what's wrong with you Lisa?" he asked teasingly, tapping her on the bottom.

          "Pleeeeease turn it off Sir! I’ll be a good…aaaaaahhhaaaaa…girl! I’ll not lie anymore! Aaaaaaawww! I’ll be...oooooooooooh…good! Turn it off! PLEASE!”

          "But how can I believe you Lisa?” As he spoke he walked slowly around until he was standing directly in front of her. “You seem to be deliberately dishonest.” Squatting down he looked more closely at the hairless mound and the firm girlish breasts with their metallic adornments.

          "I w...w…won’t lie anym…mmmmm…oooore! Pleaseeeeeeeee!" begged the girl through chattering teeth. Her smiling Uncle was enjoying her predicament a great deal. Naked. exposed and deliciously tortured. His erection pulsed excitedly.

          "Ok Lisa I believe you, but you certainly deserve a good spanking for what you’ve done today so your Aunt and I will deal with before you go to bed. Don’t you agree?” He looked directly into her wide open tear-filled eyes whilst allowing his fingers to slide along the hairless slit between her legs. 

          "YES!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!! Please turn it offfffffffffff!" she begged. As soon as the milking machine stopped Lisa began to sob hysterically. Removing the suction cups proved to be extremely painful for her but once they were gone it was obvious why she was in such discomfort. He licked his lips as he stared at the trembling girl’s tormented nipples. They were huge! The suction had transformed them into two inflamed cones of angry red flesh that jutted out lewdly from the firm breasts. Unable to resist and ignoring the plaintive pleadings of the writhing schoolgirl he bent forwards and cruelly pulled and squeezed them. Her shrill screams bounced around the walls of the milking parlour for several minutes. 

          The final steel tube was still hanging obscenely between the soft thighs as Bryan Brite bent and released his niece’s wrists and ankles. He ordered her to turn around and lean back against the milking stall before kneeling down and pulling the suction cup unceremoniously away from her vulval mound. It came off with an audible “plop” and a high pitched shriek from Lisa. She immediately grabbed the wounded area with both hands and attempted to gently rub the pain away.

          “Hands on your head girl!” barked her Uncle crossly. Leisurely he examined the swollen morsel of engorged red flesh that was jutting out from her vaginal crease. It certainly looked sore and several times its normal size. Once more unable to resist he touched it as lightly as he was able, but even this slightest of contacts brought a piercing squeal from Lisa and a frantic jerking of her hips. His laughter caused her to squirm with humiliation. Now that the terrible sucking had stopped she was once more horribly aware of how shameful the whole situation was. Her face burned with embarrassment as he looked at her most private of places.

          “It’s good that you can still feel shame,” he said, noting the flush in her cheeks. “We’ll teach you how to behave like a lady before we’ve finished with you my girl!”

          Lisa walked with stiff legs, as she followed her chuckling Uncle across the farmyard, trying to keep her thighs slightly apart and stop them rubbing against her incredibly sensitive clitoral bud. It was bulging out from the swollen folds of her pussy and she could feel every slight movement. The engorged tips of her breasts were also painfully sensitive. They rode her wobbling globes as she made her way self-consciously towards the farmhouse. Clutched in her hand was the dirty dress. Once stood in the kitchen her Aunt and Uncle both spent some time examining their squirming guest’s abused sexual parts. Lisa squealed and cried and begged them to stop but of course they ignored her pleadings. A few minutes later and much to her horror she found herself standing naked out in the open air once more. Glancing fearfully around the deserted yard she set about the task of washing her dress in the bowl of soapy water as quickly as she could. Luckily as she scrubbed at the various stains she was blissfully unaware of the beady eyes that were watching her every move.

          When the telephone rang at 7pm Lisa was already tucked up in her bed. Her bottom was burning from the spanking she’d just received and her pussy was throbbing and tingling maddeningly. She desperately wanted to touch herself but the horrible mittens tied to her hands stopped any chance of that. After her shower she’d had to go down to the kitchen in the nude and then spent ten minutes writhing over her Uncle’s knee. Aunt Olivia had watched and listened as she’d begged and promise “to be a good girl in future” and then had made her stand with her hands on her head whilst they’d both looked at her squirming red bum cheeks.

          “Hello Bryan could I speak to Olivia please?”

          “Oh hello Rebecca yes she’s right here,” he said, before passing the handset to his wife. Rebecca Sparky, who was a similar age to Olivia, and her husband, had lived next door to the Brites for the past ten years and during that time they’d become firm friends.

          “Hello Rebecca what can I do for you?”

          “I was just dying to ask what that girl was doing in your backyard earlier. And she was naked the shameless little madam!” Olivia laughed.

          “Oh you mean my niece. Yes she most certainly was naked. We’re teaching her some manners and to look after her clothes. It seemed an ideal punishment really. She’s such a naughty girl.” Rebecca couldn’t stop herself giggling.

          “Well done! It’s good to see you’re practising the old education methods. But it’s a good job it was me who saw her through the fence rather than our nephew Matthew!

          “Oh is Matthew staying with you at the moment?”

          “Yes till the end of the week. Why?”

          “Well I never got the chance to thank him properly for all of his help with the harvest last year.”

          “Yes I remember, I’ll send him round to see you in the morning, but make sure the little trollop has some clothes on! Matthew’s from a very good family.” They both laughed good-naturedly. Once she’d replaced the handset however Olivia’s imagination immediately began to run wild. It didn’t take long before she’d settled on a wonderfully wicked scheme. One that would feature a deliciously embarrassing ordeal for Lisa and one that would also allow for further intense humiliations in the days to come!

Chapter 6: Into town

          Olivia heard a gentle knocking on the back door and immediately went to see who it was. She glanced at her watch. It was just before nine o’clock. Bryan had decided to take the morning off and had left ten minutes earlier with an obviously very nervous Lisa sat next to him in his car. Olivia couldn’t help chuckling to herself. The little minx was in for a very embarrassing morning! When she opened the door she found Rebecca Starky’s nephew standing there.

          “Hello Matthew,” she said cheerily.

          “Hello Mrs Brite, my Aunt said you wanted to see me.”

          “Yes I did. Come in for a minute will you…oh and call me Olivia.” He followed her into the kitchen where she went to a drawer and produced an envelope which she handed to him. “We never got the chance to thank you for all of your help with the harvest last year so I wanted you to have this.”

          “Thank you very much,” he said gratefully, slipping the money into his pocket. “That’s really nice of you.” As they both turned back towards the door Olivia smiled slyly.

          “Matthew, could you spare a few minutes for a little chat?”

          “But of course Mrs Bri…er…Olivia,” he answered. “What can I do for you?”

          “Well you don’t know my niece Lisa do you?” He shook his head. “She’s staying with us for the Summer. Now…” Her voice dropped to a whisper.

          “…she knows about boys, she’s told me all about her experiences, her sexual experiences, but it’s time for her to grow up.” She treated the now surprised youth to a beaming smile. “I love her very much and she has a problem so I want to help her if I can. Do you see?”

          “A problem?” The puzzled expression on the boy’s now slightly flushed face almost made Olivia burst into laughter but she managed to control herself.

          “Yes, I’m afraid she has a complex about herself.” He frowned.

          “Why is she fat or something?”

          “No! No! She’s very attractive and has a wonderful figure. It’s actually more personal than that. You see she’s incredibly shy and very concerned about her girlhood. You understand?” The youth’s face grew redder.

          “You mean her…virginity?” The disbelief in his voice made Olivia smile.

          “Yes exactly. Now that you’re a man,” she paused allowing the compliment to ignite his ego, “you know what girls really want.” His eyes were growing ever rounder.

          “Er…yes. You mean they want to have se…”

          “Yes sex. I knew you’d understand! It shows how mature you are.”

          “You’re right Mrs Olivia I’m eighteen,” he said proudly, and far too quickly, which caused Olivia to smile once more.

          “I know I’m right Matthew and I think you could be just the one to help my poor niece. I’d feel very reassured if I knew you were teaching her.”

          “Are you saying you want me to have sex with her?” he asked incredulously.

          “Yes Matthew.”

          “But she wouldn’t agree. I don’t even know her.”

          “You’re correct again so you’ll need to find an opportunity to persuade her or maybe even trick her into it. I know you’re intelligent, you’ll easily think of a way.” Olivia watched with glee as the boy struggled to come to terms with the outrageous proposal.

          “You’ll be helping me if you can help my poor niece. I’ll sleep well knowing that she’s managed to overcome her shyness and entered womanhood. What do you think?” The flush in his cheeks had grown stronger. He just nodded.

          “And I think these are yours,” she said, handing him a packet of condoms. “I found them in your overalls pocket.” He looked back at her with shock on his now red face.

          “Don’t worry! I’m not going to tell your Aunt about your adventures with the baker’s daughter. I’m very good at keeping secrets!” Her laughter brought a relieved smile to his face. “So will you help me?” He nodded again, this time more convincingly.

          “Good I thought you would. Bryan and I are going out this evening so you can babysit Lisa for us. It’ll give you a chance to meet her and maybe even carry out your little task for me.” Olivia smiled smugly to herself as she closed the door. A delicious trap and so easily set!

          Lisa was staring at the fields as they sped past. She was feeling horribly worried and horribly turned on both at the same time! The thin summer dress was far too short especially as she wasn’t wearing any panties. When she’d slid into the cars front seat the hem of the horrid thing had ridden up. It wasn’t long enough to sit on, so her bare bum and pussy were in direct contact with the warm leather. Being naked beneath the dress was making her feel terribly nervous and very vulnerable. Uncle Bryan was concentrating on his driving so hadn’t spoken to her since they’d left the farm and as the journey continued she gradually became aware that the area beneath her bum was getting hotter and hotter. She realised he’d turned on the heated seat but didn’t dare complain. Instead she tried to sit quietly. But it wasn’t long before she was squirming and fidgeting, she just couldn’t help it. Her poor pussy was really really warm and starting to drip! Suddenly she squealed as her Uncle slapped her sharply on the bare skin just below the hem of her dress. It stung horribly.

          “For goodness sake girl, sit still! What’s the matter with you?” he asked irritably. From then on she did her best not to move, surreptitiously squeezing her rear cheeks together as she tried to cope with the prickling heat building beneath her. What didn’t help was that each vibration and bump from the road caused a surge of tingling between her legs. And her breasts, unfettered by a bra, wobbled and bounced with every jerk the vehicle made sending little sparks of pleasure through her nipples as they rubbed against her dress. They were very swollen and had been incredibly sensitive from the moment she’d woken up. No doubt this was partly due to her awful experience with the milking machine the day before. The memory of her delicate nipples being sucked unmercifully by the horrid machine made her squirm. But now they were sticking out and feeling soooo tender! Why was she feeling so horny? She could feel hot sticky fluid oozing once again from her pussy. It was making the seat slippery! She was so so ashamed. She shivered with anxiety. What would Uncle Bryan say when he saw the mess she was making?

          “Out you get.” Lisa looked at her Uncle apprehensively. She didn’t want him to see what she’d done! They’d stopped in a car park at the end of the small town’s main street. A few people were wandering past but it wasn’t busy because, being after nine, most people had already gone to work.

          “Hurry up we haven’t got all day!” he snapped. As she reluctantly lifted her bum from the warm leather her cheeks and the lips of her pussy stuck to it for a fleeting second before sliding back together. The resulting rush of intoxicating pleasure made her face flush with embarrassment and she almost groaned out loud. She bit her lip as her Uncle’s voice immediately ordered her to turn around. Both of them stared at the shiny smears that covered the seat where she’d been sitting. In the crease of her bottom she could feel the hot stickiness and her face burned.

          “What on earth have you been up to?” he asked sarcastically. Lisa’s face glowed with embarrassment.

          “Well don’t just stand there girl wipe it up!” She looked helplessly at him.

          “Have you got a cloth please…Sir?” she asked very quietly. Shaking his head he pulled a duster from the glove box.

          When she’d finished wiping up the mess she held the now moist cloth in her hand.

          “What shall I do with it Sir?” she asked meekly. His chuckle made her look up sharply. After locking the door he walked around the car and stood next to her.

          “Get your skirt up, right up above your waist. Go on!” he ordered gruffly, taking the duster from her. Lisa immediately began to look up and down with street with panic in her eyes. Oh God someone would see!

          “P…P…P..Please Uncle!” she stammered. “Not here!” His amused eyes revealed exactly what she feared. She was going to have to do it! With her heart hammering in her chest and her face the colour of beetroot she lifted the dress up. She knew there wasn’t any choice, she had to be a good girl no matter how embarrassing it was or she’d be punished! Worriedly she glanced back and forth along the street praying that no one would approach.

          Bryan Brite looked at the soft hairless mound and licked his lips as an erection immediately began to grow in his trousers. Having the girl submit to him was becoming increasingly exciting, especially as she was so physically appealing. Ignoring her gasps and groans he unhurriedly used the cloth to wipe her girlish slit. Lisa slumped against the side of the car and almost collapsed as the intense sensations surged through her pussy. She couldn’t stop her legs shaking as the material parted her slippery folds and slid over her agonizingly sensitive clitoral knob.

          “Turn around!” Whimpering she did as she was told staring worriedly over the roof of the car as she scanned the street for members of the public. Luckily there was no-one close by.

          “Hold it up. Right out of the way, come on,” he ordered. Lifting the hem high she lewdly revealed the fullness of her rear curves then moaned as his hands roughly parted them. Slowly the slippery cloth slid over her clenching bottomhole and then teasingly between her delicate labia. Again she slumped forwards against the car door and unable to stop herself began pushing rudely back against his hand. It was only by chance that she didn’t come all over his fingers!

          Lisa hurried along at her Uncle’s side as he strode down the street. Her face felt incredibly hot and she was still trembling from his intimate invasion. Besides the wetness between her legs she was also horribly aware of her stiff nipples. Embarrassingly they were sticking straight out, forming two very visible points in the front of the thin dress, and were bobbing up and down as they rode the braless globes of her bouncing breasts. Each time they passed somebody and she noticed them staring at her shameful sexual display her face blushed furiously. Thankfully they soon stopped outside a shop called “Dreams”. She followed Uncle Bryan inside, closing the door carefully behind them. At once she saw the rails of dainty underwear and immediately began to worry. Please No! Please don’t make me have to try things on! It wasn’t a particularly large shop so she couldn’t help glancing at the frilly items arranged on little hangers as she was led towards the counter at the back of the room. A middle-aged woman, accompanied by an obviously bored school boy, was looking through a rack of brassieres. They were the only other people in the store. The boy looked with undisguised interest at Lisa as she walked past, his eyes drawn first to her stiff nipples before he looked directly into her face. Her cheeks bloomed with heat and she quickly stared down at the floor.

          “Can I help you?” asked the young girl behind the counter.

          “Hello. Yes I’m sure you can,” said Uncle Bryan. “We need some underwear for my niece here but I was wondering if Mr Palt was in today?”

          “Yes he is. I’ll just get him for you,” she said, as her eyes quickly flickered over Lisa’s partially concealed curves.

          With a sense of foreboding Lisa watched as the smiling girl returned with a tall thin man who immediately held out his hand to her Uncle. They greeted each other like old friends and were soon standing just out of earshot immersed in a hushed conversation. They treated Lisa to an occasional glance as she stood in front of the counter nervously twisting her fingers. She was also horribly aware that the girl was staring at her curiously.

          A few moments later and she found herself being guided towards a door with a “Changing Room” sign hanging above it.

          “Dress off, hurry up. Mr Palt is a very busy man, he hasn’t got all day.” Standing in front of the two men in the small space Lisa couldn’t believe her ears.

          “P…P…Please Uncle not in front of him! Please!” she pleaded.

          “Are you trying to annoy me young lady?” Bryan Brite asked, his voice taking on a threatening tone. The tall man was looking at her expectantly. He began to chuckle as he pulled a tape measure from his pocket.

          “Is she always this disobedient?” His smirk made Lisa’s cheeks flame once more and a tear began to form in the corner of her eye. She knew she was going to have to do it. Knew she was going to have to strip in front of them. Have to show them everything! Have to let them look at her hairless pussy and stiff nipples! Nooooooooooooo! Please No! Reluctantly she unzipped the back of the little dress and drew it off her arms before quickly pushing it down past her hips. Stepping out of it her face burned with humiliation as she sensed the shopkeeper’s eyes travelling over her nakedness. Automatically she attempted to cover her vaginal slit with her hands whilst doing her best to conceal her boobs behind her arms. But it was hopeless. Her full globes bulged out displaying their embarrassingly hard tips to the grinning watchers. A smile spread across Brett Palt’s face.     

          “Well hang it up girl!” her Uncle suddenly snapped. “And stand up straight!”

          Trembling Lisa stood in front of them with her arms at her sides whilst they both ran their eyes over her exposed physical charms. She couldn’t help shying away as the man took a step forwards.

          “Keep still,” he snapped. Lisa squirmed and moaned helplessly as the stranger ran his hands lightly up the curve of her stomach before cupping her wobbling breasts. She looked desperately at her Uncle Bryan but he simply smiled at the panic in her eyes. As the horrid man lifted and squeezed her soft globes she groaned and then squeaked with dismay as his fingers closed on her sensitive buds. For several moments her cries and gasps filled the cubicle as he cruelly pulled and pinched at the engorged tips.

          “Nice and firm Bryan and her nipples are like rock. No doubt the little tart drips like a tap too!” Both men laughed. “I’d say a 36 but I’d better measure her to be sure.”

          “Hands on your head girl.” Lisa did as she was told guiltily aware that being touched by the man was causing a totally unwanted reaction between her legs. It was awful but she just couldn’t help herself! She was tingling all over and between her pussy lips she could feel a fresh flood of fluid gathering. Please Please Please don’t let them notice! Putting her hands on her head had lifted her boobs upwards and her nipples were sticking out like thorns right into the man’s face. He smiled at the look of desperation in her wild eyes. Consumed with shame she quickly closed them as the tape measure was wound around her back and cinched tightly across her chest.

          For the next few minutes the man measured each part of the helpless teenager’s naked body. And ignoring her pitiful protests he ran his hands over every curve whilst at the same time taking the opportunity to investigate all of her “private” places. Throughout she twisted and squirmed, more so when his fingers rudely examined the slippery slit between her legs and the warm valley between her rear cheeks. She mewled loudly when his fingers slid across her stiff clitoral bud and then pressed inquisitively at her bumhole. Her Uncle Bryan simply stood and watched and smiled as Lisa’s face burned with shame whilst his friend took the most outrageous liberties with his writhing niece. 

          “So what style of under-things are you considering?” Brett Palt asked when he’d satisfied his curiosity.

          “Well something young, girlish and practical for everyday wear. Simple white cotton would be ideal but whatever we choose needs to be nice and tight. I want to see every detail of that bulging pussy of hers!” They both laughed. “But we’d also like something more revealing and pleasing to the eye, something more er…how can I put  it…sophisticated, if we decide to show her off at any time.” At that moment the young shop assistant walked into the room. She stared at Lisa with a superior look in her eyes as the naked girl’s cheeks flared red with embarrassment.

          “Ah Milla could you get a teen bra and panty set please, one from the “Kitty” range in plain white and er…in a small,” said her smiling employer. “Once she’s ready bring her into the shop and we’ll check the fit.” The girl smiled slyly.

          “Certainly,” she said before quickly walking off into the store.

          Left alone in the small fitting room Lisa’s anxiety levels started to grow uncontrollably. She was naked and the horrid man had just touched her everywhere and he’d looked at her holes! She shivered. He’d measured everything, even the length of her pussy slit! She so wanted to go home. Trying not to panic she looked in the mirror and carefully examined her pussy. When she ran her fingers over her pubic mound she could feel a few tiny bristles starting to re-grow but when she touched her lips she couldn’t help gasping. They were swollen and slippery and incredibly sensitive. Much to her shame her clit was painfully stiff and clearly visible. Gently she nudged it with a fingertip and had to stifle a groan as a surge of pleasure shot through her belly. God she was so ashamed but sooooo turned on! Every awful thing that happened seemed to make her want to come! What was the matter with her? And why was she always so so wet! Without really thinking she tried to wipe away some of her sticky juices and almost screamed. The slight touch nearly made her come! Desperately she glanced around looking for something to wipe her hand on and at the same time trying to drive the dirty thoughts from her mind.

          "What on earth are you doing Miss?" asked the shop assistant, looking at the naked blushing teenager. "And why are your fingers sticky?” Lisa jumped nervously and started to babble, she hadn’t heard the girl slip back into the cubicle.   
          "I…I…I mean…I don’t…I didn’t…”
          "Oh my! Did you touch your pussy? Did you? You rude girl!” Milla chuckled. "I bet your Uncle will be really angry."
          "Please don't tell him! Please!" A knowing smile crept across the older girl’s face as she allowed her hand to snake out. She pinched one of the swollen nipples. Lisa gasped.
          "I’ll keep it a secret if you let me touch you right now."

          "B…B…But..."

          "No buts! Or shall I go and tell your Uncle?" With tears in her eyes the helpless schoolgirl nodded her agreement. She didn’t have a choice. Within seconds inquisitive fingers were spreading her juicy pussy lips wide apart.

          “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Nnnnnnnnnooooooo!” she moaned.

          “Wow! You really are a horny girl aren’t you? And so wet! You really like this don’t you? Being naked in front of people turns you on.” The fingers delved deeper causing Lisa to writhe and tremble.

          “Please stop pleaseeeeeee!” she pleaded. Milla grinned and gripped one of the wobbling breasts and began to slide her fingers back and forth in the helpless girl’s tight hole.

          "Relax,” she murmured.

          "Lisa what’s taking you so long? Come out here NOW girl!" shouted Bryan Brite angrily.
          “Damn it!” swore Milla under her breath as she quickly pulled her fingers from the slippery folds. "Take this and hurry up! Your Uncle is waiting.” Lisa moaned with frustration. She was on the verge of a delicious orgasm. A moment more and she’d have been there! She so wanted to come!  But the feelings were instantly forgotten as she rushed to try on the underwear set. Fearfully she grabbed the bra, it looked tiny, like a ten year olds’ training bra!  It was so small she could hardly fasten it and it immediately dug painfully into her ribs. Tightly squeezed together her breasts bulged obscenely but she didn’t have time to do anything about it.

          “It’s not my size!“ she gurgled desperately. Milla was enjoying the young girl’s panic immensely.

          “Nonsense it looks fine,” she said trying to stifle her laughter, “but I’d hurry up if I were you!”

          "LISA! Come out here now or you’ll be punished!” Frantically Lisa pulled the tiny white panties up her thighs but they were far too small. They stopped a few precious centimetres below the bulge of her shaven pussy! Please No! She couldn’t go out there like this!

          "LISA!" shouted her Uncle threateningly. Milla suddenly opened the curtain and pushed the half-naked girl out into the shop.

          The two men smiled as they looked at the red faced teenager. Her generous breasts were spilling out from the brassiere, the cups only just covering her obviously very stiff nipples. Their eyes quickly focussed on the exposed flesh between her legs. Desperately she tried to conceal her “private place” with her hands. She hadn’t even managed to pull the panties up to her hips so every detail of her vaginal slit would be blatantly revealed.

          “For goodness sake girl stand up straight! Get your hands at your sides. How are we going to see if things fit you if you huddle up like that?” Their smiles grew even wider when she did as she was told. She looked very erotic, the intentionally “too-small” garments drawing attention to her curves and accentuating her sexual parts, whilst her blushing face exposed the depth of her shame.
          "Mom! Look at this girl showing her pussy," exclaimed the young boy as his eyes devoured Lisa’s obscene display. She gasped and closed her eyes, her cheeks flaming a deeper red as the awful humiliation washed over her.

          "Oh my goodness!” exclaimed the woman. “What on earth is she doing standing there half naked? Is this child yours?” she asked as she turned towards the two men.

          “Yes I’m afraid she is,“ responded Bryan Brite, shaking his head and glancing knowingly at his companion. The woman failed to notice the glance or the amused glint in his eye. “I’m so sorry. This is my niece Lisa. Unfortunately she tries to show herself off to perfect strangers at every opportunity. I can only apologise.” He shook his head once more.

          “Lisa! Why didn’t you tell us the bra and panties were too small, go and change them immediately!” With her face burning Lisa scurried back into the changing cubicle.

          "She seems very ill-mannered," commented the woman. “And obviously she has a wanton streak. It’ll need a firm hand to drive it out of her.”

          “Oh yes, the matter’s under control. And have no fear her lewd behaviour will be severely dealt with.” The woman nodded but, Bryan noticed, didn’t move away. She was obviously eager to see what was going to happen next and also seemed unconcerned that her son was present. The boy’s face was pink with excitement. And I bet that’s not the only part of him that’s excited! thought Brett Palt to himself. They all stared expectantly at the curtain.

          Milla was laughing quietly as she watched Lisa quickly strip off the tiny underwear set. Then she held out the flimsy panties.

          “You’re to try these on next,” she said with a grin. Lisa stared at the lacy white knickers in horror. Consisting of a tiny triangle, which was totally transparent, and a rear string that would sit in the crack of her bottom it was obvious that they would cover hardly anything! Thankfully they did at least slide all the way up her legs. The fit, however, was very snug, to say the least. Looking in the mirror she cringed at what she saw. The thin material was completely see-through. Both the central slit, and the thickened lips, of her pussy were fully visible. What made it even worse was that the shape of the gusset squeezed the mound of her vagina so that it literally bulged out. All of her secrets were being exhibited to anyone who might happen to look! She wanted to cry it was so embarrassing. She jumped when she heard her Uncle’s angry voice,

          “We’re waiting girl!” Lisa turned to the grinning assistant.

          “Give me the bra, give me the bra!” she demanded frantically. Milla’s grin grew even wider.

          “There isn’t one,” she said matter-of-factly.

Chapter 7: Knickers down         

          Wearing just the tiny knickers and with her arms clasped nervously across her chest Lisa reluctantly padded barefoot out into the shop. She stood trembling in front of the small group of interested observers keeping her eyes downcast whilst her cheeks blazed with heat.

          “How many times do you need to be told girl? Stand up straight!” Wishing that the floor would open and swallow her up Lisa forced herself to lower her hands to her sides. She could hear the boy sniggering as she stared resolutely at the floor. Having to expose herself was making her heart flutter in her chest and her nipples point stiffly towards her tormentors. She cringed inwardly when she felt the tell tale wetness gathering between her thighs. Keeping them tightly closed would hopefully hide the shameful evidence of her arousal from their prying eyes.

          “Turn around,” said her Uncle curtly. Keeping her legs pressed together she shuffled in a small circle presenting her almost bare buttocks for their inspection. The smooth unblemished globes wobbled gently in time with the trembling of their owner. Lisa closed her eyes. She was so embarrassed she could hardly breathe and unhelpfully the tingling in her pussy was getting more and more insistent. After a few moments she was told to turn back and face them.

          “The girl certainly needs a lesson in etiquette,” said the middle-aged woman, her voice tinged with a  superior tone. “This desire to shamefully expose her parts to total strangers needs dealing with immediately, don’t you agree?” Bryan Brite nodded, noticing the gleam in her eyes and the way that her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. “Would you like me to help you discipline her?” she asked, almost eagerly. Bryan and Brett Palt exchanged an amused glance.

          “That sounds like an excellent idea. What would you suggest?”

          “ Well in my experience the only thing that influences the behaviour of sluttish young girls is a good old-fashioned thrashing. It’s all they understand.”

          At that moment Brett Palt nodded almost imperceptibly to his shop assistant; Milla, who was standing by the curtain of the changing room, stepped up behind the helpless schoolgirl and, before she had time to react, took a firm grip on the waistband of the thong and jerked it sharply upwards. Lisa squealed as the front panel slipped inside her vulval slit. And squealed again as her hands, which were shooting forwards, were slapped firmly away by her Uncle.

          “W…W…Woooooo! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned as the strip of material embedded itself between her sticky labial folds. The boy laughed loudly as the crimson cheeked girl wriggled suggestively on the spot. He was almost convulsed with excitement. Horrid sensations coursed through Lisa’s pussy. It was dreadfully uncomfortable but at the same time the pressure on her engorged clitoral stalk caused a surge of pleasure to pulse in her belly. The ripple of chuckling that passed around the group in response to the helpless teenagers vocal display soon dissipated and the room grew quiet again. They were all staring with interest at her vulval lips which were now enclosing the narrow ribbon of material and bulging obscenely around it.

          “It looks all wet!” shouted the boy pointing excitedly. Lisa’s face flamed with heat as her shameful secret was revealed.

          “Milla please bring this lady a chair, and put up the “Closed” sign,” said Brett Palt, before pushing several racks of underwear towards one side of the store. It left a small clear area next to the counter.

          Lisa watched in horror as the heavily built woman took off her jacket and rolled up her sleeves. The chair arrived quickly and she sat down.

          “Here girl,” she said sternly, pointing to a spot directly in front of it. Lisa looked desperately at her Uncle. Please Uncle Please! Don’t let her please! Her eyes were pleading for him to put a stop to what was about to happen but he simply smiled.

          “Do as you’re told,” he said threateningly. Once stood in front of the horrid woman Lisa was told to put her hands on her head and spread her feet slightly apart. Swallowing anxiously she did as she was ordered. The woman roughly tugged the thong downwards. It came free from the delicate labial folds causing Lisa to gasp and jerk her hips forwards. When the woman held it up for all of them to see it was clearly soaked with vaginal juices.  She looked directly into the shaking teenagers wide eyes.

          “You disgusting little tart,” she spat venomously, and with that Lisa found herself pulled down over the heavy thighs. She stared panic-stricken back over her shoulder as the woman manoeuvred her until she was laying at an angle across the solid lap. A knee pressed into the soft curve of her belly forcing her to part her legs and more humiliatingly the cheeks of her bottom. She could feel the cool air of the shop wafting across her exposed pussy and the crinkled entrance to her bumhole. Involuntarily it started clenching as her face burned with shame. She knew that they were all looking at her most intimate of places.

          “Hands behind your back.” A large hand pinioned both of Lisa’s slim wrists and a leg quickly hooked itself across her calves. Totally immobilised she shuddered both with fear and anxiety.

          “Whack! Thwack! Smack! Slap!” The meaty hand struck the defenceless soft rounds in turn, each impact wringing a mewl of pain from Lisa.

          “Slap! Slap! Whack!” There was a short pause between each stinging contact but the rhythm didn’t let up. Soon the smooth curves were stinging and burning as an agonizing heat began to build in the tormented skin. Lisa started to cry and then to howl as the hard spanking continued. She tried to wriggle and flex in an effort to gain even the tiniest relief from the incessant burning but was so firmly held that even this wasn’t possible. In her desperation all she succeeded in doing was giving them a clearer view of her vaginal slit as her helpless buttocks tightened and squirmed. Quickly they turned pink and then crimson and she began to beg and plead but was told to “stay still you stupid girl” and “stop acting like a five year old” and “stop making such a fuss!” As the tears poured down her cheeks the shop was filled with her frantic cries and the sharp slaps of an open palm striking soft skin. Finally it stopped and she was unceremoniously jerked to her feet.

          Whimpering she swayed and writhed in front of them, her hands immediately reaching behind to cup and gently soothe the stinging in her wounded cheeks.

          “Hands at your sides girl!” snapped the seated woman. “Now turn around and bend over!” Sobbing quietly Lisa did as she was told displaying her swollen and very red buttocks to the chuckling watchers. She couldn’t keep her bottom still. It seemed to have taken on a life of its own, clenching and rolling almost suggestively as she struggled to contain the terrible hurt. 

          “Can I touch it?” the boy asked excitedly. Lisa began to blubber at the appalling suggestion.

          “N…N…Nooooo! P…P…Please don’t let him! Pleeeeease!” she gurgled fearfully.

          “I don’t see any reason why not. Would that be alright?” the woman enquired, looking at the two men.

          “It’s an excellent idea. I’m sure humiliation makes a physical punishment much more effective,” responded Bryan Brite. He couldn’t help the amused smirk that covered his face.

           “Anyway it’ll help demonstrate to the boy what happens when young girls behave inappropriately.” Without any further urging the lad stepped quickly forwards and ran his hands eagerly over the writhing curves. Lisa jerked and twisted and began to cry more loudly. Nooooooooooooooooo! Stop him! Please! It’s sooooooo embarrassing! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease!

          “Gosh it’s really hot!” he said, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. His first touch was almost tender but quickly he became bolder, squeezing and pinching the seared flesh until the shaking girl covered her face with her hands and began to sob uncontrollably. The atrocious humiliation combined with the frightful burning in her wounded rear was quite simply unbearable.

          Ten minutes later and Lisa found herself following her Uncle out of the store. Her face was scarlet and she was walking rather stiffly. She could feel the heat radiating from her bum cheeks as they rolled unrestrainedly beneath the short dress. The tiny thong she now wore left them totally exposed and between her thighs her pussy was pulsing and tingling with every step. Her nipples also felt excruciatingly sensitive and were painfully stiff. Once again she hadn’t been allowed a bra so they were embarrassingly revealed forming two very obvious points beneath the thin cotton. In her hand was a carrier bag containing a further two thongs and two sets of the childish underwear she’d had to try on earlier. She had no idea if her Uncle Bryan had chosen a slightly larger size or not, but whatever he’d decided she knew the horrid things wouldn’t cover much! Her face heated up again as the terrible events that had just happened ran through her mind. Oh God! The boy had touched her! She shivered. Noooooooooooooo! It was so embarrassing! Having to stand there whilst they’d all looked at her nipples and her pussy and her bumhole! And being spanked… She tried to stop the awful images filling her head but it was no use. Apprehensively she looked at the shop windows as they turned down a narrow side street. Where were they going now?

          Moments later her question was answered as they passed through a pair of tall double gates and she found herself standing in a yard surrounded by racks of wood. Whole logs and planks of every size and description towered up on all sides. In the background she could detect the steady buzz of a saw which was coming from the huge shed that they were walking towards. Her Uncle stepped through a small door and Lisa followed, immediately becoming aware that there were several people standing in a group at the far end of the enormous building. The smell of fresh sawdust filled her nostrils. To their right was a door leading into a glazed office area through which her Uncle led her. A man in overalls, with a pencil wedged behind one ear, was sitting at a desk covered with piles of paper.

          “Hello Bryan,” he said looking up and smiling. The two shook hands as his eyes roved inquisitively over the trembling teenage girl standing at his friend’s side. “So this is the naughty niece then? I’ve got a couple of real beauties that should be just about the right weight, by the look of her.”

          “Hold your dress up girl and show the gentleman your fat bottom,” ordered Bryan Brite sternly. Lisa’s already red face suddenly burned more intensely. Visibly shaking she did as she was told, she knew she had to. Grasping the hem of the dress she pulled it upwards until both men could see the bulge of her girlish pussy outlined by the tiny knickers. The man was grinning which made her blush even more.

          “Higher than that and turn around.” Swallowing nervously and hating the awful situation she once again found herself in she nevertheless carried out the horrible instruction and displayed her bare quivering cheeks to them. She didn’t have any choice. Much to her dismay she realised that at the far end of the room there was a short, rather stout, old man poring over a set of plans. She hadn’t noticed him when they’d walked in and luckily he still had his back to her. But her luck didn’t last more than a few seconds as he almost immediately turned to stare at her. Behind his thick glasses she saw his eyes dropping to rove over her barely concealed pussy. He smiled as her face burned hotly. His eyes rose and blatantly examined the twin points of her jutting nipples. Unbelievably she could feel them tingling through the dreadful shame that was engulfing her.

          “Well she’s certainly well developed Bryan and it looks like she’s had a bit of attention already this morning.” Her Uncle and the man, who was looking at her red bottom with interest, both laughed.

          “Yes she upset a woman in the underwear store with her sluttish behaviour so I let her spank the little tart.” Harrison Murphy looked at the gently wobbling, and obviously sore buttocks, and felt an appreciative stiffness starting to press against the front of his trousers.

          “What do you make of her Gordon?” he asked, addressing the old man. “Think she needs a few lessons to bring her into line?” All three men chuckled. Gordon Wiggings looked back at the woodyard owner.

          “A good prolonged session with a cane would put a stop to any of her nonsense,” he said with absolute certainty. Lisa was chilled at the cruel grin that split his features. “Maybe you’d like to bring her over to my place, I’m free now if you have an hour? Then I can show you exactly what I mean.” Lisa looked back over her shoulder at her Uncle with absolute panic in her wide eyes. Ignoring her pleading look he nodded at the old man.

          “That sounds interesting, just let me pay Harrison here and we’ll be right with you.” Lisa couldn’t believe what she was hearing! Her Uncle was going to let the horrid old man cane her!!!!! Noooooooooo!

          Her eyes grew even rounder when she saw the two canes that Harrison Murphy returned with a few moments later. She still had her dress pulled high above her hips, exposing her hot bottom to the three who were now standing directly behind her. She peered back over her shoulder feeling the old man’s eyes leisurely examining her bum cheeks as they clenched and trembled nervously. Both canes were just over a metre long, one about half the thickness of the other and both looked extremely flexible. As if able to read her thoughts the man bent the thinner one almost double before slashing it through the air. She jerked in panic at the very audible “SWISH” that it produced.

          “As you can see this one’s lighter but don’t lay it on too hard or you’ll break the skin…mind you there’s plenty of padding on her.” Their laughter made Lisa squirm with embarrassment. “Anyway Gordon’s had years of experience. I’m sure he’ll be only too glad to share it with you. Girl’s bottoms are his speciality!” For several minutes they talked amongst themselves totally ignoring Lisa, but what she heard filled her with alarm. As the dreadful facts were revealed she squeezed her legs together anxiously and tried her best not to start sobbing. It appeared that the old man had been a school master before he’d retired and had been a true believer in the merits of corporal punishment. He’d used the cane daily on the girl’s in the school where he’d worked and was something of an expert in it’s application. When she left the yard, following sullenly behind the two men her stomach was gurgling nervously and she felt almost sick with worry. Held in her hands was not only the bag containing her new underwear but also the two wickedly flexible canes...           

          The old man’s house smelt of wood polish and aftershave. Standing halfway down a narrow lane just off the town’s main thoroughfare it was very quiet. Lisa couldn’t even detect the distant sound of traffic or the usual hubbub of people, all she could hear was her blood pounding in her ears. Standing in the lounge with her heart hammering in her chest she nervously twisted her fingers together and stared at the two canes laying side by side on the coffee table. She could hear her Uncle and Mr Wiggings talking and laughing in his kitchen. OH GOD! They’d be coming in in a minute! They were going to make her take all of her clothes off. She knew they were! And then the horrible old man was going to look at her shaved pussy and her bumhole and her hard nipples! Noooooooo please no!  

          “Take it off girl,” said Gordon Wiggings sternly as he replaced the cup on it’s saucer. Lisa looked at her Uncle who was also sipping his tea. She peered anxiously into his eyes searching for some slight sign of pity, hoping desperately that she wouldn’t have to do as she’d just been ordered.

          “Do as the gentleman tells you!” he snapped sharply. “Are you trying to embarrass me?” Lisa stared at the two men with tears beginning to form in her wide eyes. Visibly shaking her hands reluctantly went to the hem of the little dress and she drew it up and off over her head. The old man’s eyes flickered over the gently wobbling breasts, focussing on the incredibly stiff nipples that were pointing directly at him before returning to study the girls’ face. He smiled as her cheeks blazed with heat and her hands hovered hesitantly at her sides. She so wanted to cover herself! Both men leant forwards in their armchairs to get a closer view of the helpless vulval mound that was bulging rudely between the soft thighs.

          “Open your legs,” came the curt command. Outlined by the thin knickers the girl’s vaginal lips were clearly defined. They pressed wetly against the translucent fabric forming a bright pink line. The old man reached out and in one movement pulled the flimsy garment down the trembling thighs. The little thong came to a halt just above Lisa’s ankles. Her gasp of dismay and the panic in her eyes made him chuckle.

          “That’s much better,” he said. “Now down on your hands and knees and get in the corner.” Cringing with embarrassment she stepped out of the little thong before going down on all fours. Self consciously she crawled across the carpet, all the time acutely aware that they were watching her bum cheeks roll lewdly from side to side.

          “Get your nose right down I want it touching the floor.” Groaning with humiliation she did as he ordered. The position made her bottom stick up in the air and she squeezed her thighs together in a futile attempt at concealing her private openings from their prying eyes.

          “Get those knees nice and wide girl and let’s see a decent dip in your spine.” Drowning in shame she carefully shuffled her knees apart and extended her back. Her nose came slightly up off the carpet and touched the wall as her bottom bulged obscenely backwards towards her tormentors. The view she now offered of herself was vulgar to say the least. The two men exchanged a smile as they looked at the rounded split peach of the girl’s vagina, noting the swollen lips that were protruding from the central crease and glistening wetly in the light. A pitiful sob escaped Lisa’s lips when she heard the old man’s next instruction.

          “Now reach behind and pull those fat cheeks apart, I know that slutty little girls like you enjoy showing their bumholes to young boys so don’t pretend you’re embarrassed.” Mortified she slowly did as she was told. As she moved her arms to the sides her breasts had to support the weight of her upper body flattening beneath her and crushing her sensitive nipples against the prickly carpet. Her face turned crimson as she pulled her bare buttocks wide open revealing her tiny bottom hole to their grinning faces. Obscenely displayed she trembled and sobbed as her Uncle and Mr Wiggings then leisurely drank another cup of tea and discussed the days news.

          Lisa was overwhelmed by the intensity of the humiliation she was experiencing. She knew exactly what they could see and even more horrible was the knowledge that she was leaking sticky liquid from her exposed pussy. She could feel it slowly oozing from her slit and dribbling down between her lips. What on earth was the matter with her? She felt soooooo horny! She wanted to come soooooo much even though she was being subjected to the most humiliating things she could imagine! It felt as if her body was no longer under her control! Being naked and being made to show them everything was just sooooooo awful! She groaned as a fresh wave of shame engulfed her.

          Gordon Wiggings ordered the nude teenager to kneel up on his sofa. He knew exactly how to cause a young girl the most excruciating embarrassment and it still had the effect of hardening his aged penis, even after all these years! Lisa suddenly squealed and tried to squirm away from his invading hand but with her head forced down against the back of the sofa, her thighs parted and her hips pushing up into the air she had little chance of escape. She moaned desperately as his fingers roughly parted her vaginal folds, exposing her obviously wet hole, and wriggled her bum and mewled piteously as the same fingers plunged knuckle deep into the slippery pink opening.

          “Aaaaaaaahhhhh! Nooooooooo! PLEASE DON’T!” she exclaimed, just as he delivered a sharp pinch to her swollen clitoral button.

          The old man gave a soft chuckle as he picked up the thinner of the two canes. Lisa jerked involuntarily as it whipped threateningly through the air. She glanced back and saw the cruel smile that was playing on her Uncle Bryan’s lips and wanted to cry.

          “Spread your legs a little more,” ordered Gordon Wiggings, tapping the insides of the soft thighs with the cane. “That’s better you naughty girl.” He was enjoying himself enormously.

          "As you can see Bryan in this position all of her girlish parts are fully visible and easily accessible.” He touched her engorged clitoral knob with the tip of the cane causing Lisa to twitch and gasp.

          "The clitoris is one of the most private parts of a girls body and is especially sensitive. To have it manipulated without her consent causes intense embarrassment and of course she isn’t able to hide or control her reactions, which in turn adds to her shame. Lisa is feeling very ashamed of her sluttish reactions at this very moment. Am I right girl?" Without warning he suddenly smacked the cane against the stiff morsel of flesh.
          "Owwwww! Y…Y…Yessssss Sir!" exclaimed the humiliated girl. "Pleeeeease don't punish me there please I’ll be good I promise. Oh please!" she whimpered tearfully.

          "Be quiet! I asked for a simple yes or no! I don’t remember giving you permission to express an opinion.” The cane struck the same spot again but this time with a little more force.
          "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Lisa squealed, arching her back and clenching her buttocks but still managing to stay in position. "I'mmmmmm sorry!"
          "You will be if you disobey me again,” he said threateningly. “As I was saying Bryan, drawing attention to a girls clitoris during a discipline session causes a high level of embarrassment and in my experience really adds to the intensity of the punishment. The anus is also an extremely sensitive area where young girls are concerned. It’s a very private place and again drawing attention to it will greatly increase her humiliation level. I’m convinced that humiliation makes a punishment far more effective.” As Lisa listened to his words she began to sob and she couldn’t stop trembling. The embarrassment she was feeling was overpowering.
          "As I’m sure you know the clitoris is usually hidden by a fleshy hood but when a girl has dirty thoughts it swells and pokes out. Just like your niece’s is doing now.” The old teacher put the cane aside and spread apart Lisa's intimate folds. She immediately began to moan and roll her hips as her stiff clitoral knob was fully uncovered. "She’s very wet and her clitoris is sticking out so this shows that she’s thinking about disgusting things. And of course potentially it‘s an excellent spot to punish directly.”

          “What you mean, actually punish her on the clitoris?” asked Bryan with surprise as he stared at his niece’s wet slit. 
          "Yes, right here,” he said giving the hard nubbin a pinch.

          “OwOwOw!” Lisa squealed urgently.

          "It is better to use a strap but the cane is more intense. It’s a little difficult to gauge the force needed correctly and obviously you have to be careful not to do any serious damage but once you’ve mastered the technique you’ll find that clitoral caning is a wonderfully effective punishment method. Your niece here will really dread it.” The two men exchanged a smile.
          "But if you don't feel confident enough to cane her there yourself, but think she really needs it, you can always bring her to see me." He smiled broadly and added, "Of course I hope she’ll be a good girl and never need a cane using on her little knob!" Both men laughed loudly knowing full well that clitoral caning was going to become a regular event where Lisa was concerned.

          “There’s a few other essentials that I recommend you consider if you want her to gain the maximum intensity from her discipline sessions.” He paused for a moment deep in thought.

          “If she wasn’t a virgin, which I assume she still is, I’d be advocating the use of a variety of dildoes. Removing any choice she has regarding the touching of her sexual parts will obviously increase her humiliation enormously, especially during a caning. It adds to a girl’s feelings of violation and helplessness which in turn makes any punishment administered far more memorable.” As he spoke his fingers continued to slide back and forth between the lips of Lisa’s pussy and every now and then they dipped into her wet hole. The nude youngster wasn’t able to control the movements of her hips or her bottom any longer. They rolled and jerked as she was slowly masturbated and she cooed and moaned as the intimate assault continued, the intense humiliation seemingly adding to her unwilling arousal. 

          “Now there’s no such restriction regarding her anus. I suggest you obtain a few rectal plugs of various sizes. Again they focus the recipients attention wonderfully, I’ll demonstrate in a moment, and finally some clips for both nipples and clitoris are essential tools. You’ll find they’ll work wonders where her behaviour is concerned.” Bryan nodded at the old man’s words as the nude girl continued to writhe and moan as her wet vaginal slit was opened and penetrated.

          Lisa felt herself drowning in shame. Bending over and grasping her ankles she’d just been ordered to spread her feet wide. Swallowing and sniffling she did as she was told.

          “Wider girl!” The tendons on the insides of her legs began to strain as the cheeks of her bottom opened exposing her private parts to their eyes once again. This position however added an even more embarrassing sensation. She was aware that her pussy lips has slipped wetly apart and were actually gaping open. Horribly she could feel fresh air circulating over both her clenched bumhole and the entrance to her vaginal passageway. Suddenly she squealed and started to rise.

          “STAY IN POSITION YOU LITTLE TART!” shouted the old man raising his voice. Shocked into immobility Lisa kept still but began to whimper and twist her hips as she felt his aged digits pressing against her bumhole. She squeaked in dismay and began to sob as a fingertip suddenly forced it’s way past the clenching ring of muscle surrounding her anal dimple, shame causing her to gurgle and gasp as the whole length of the searching finger slid slowly inside her bottom.

          “N…N…N…Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn! OH GOD! Stttttttttop! NNNggggghhhhh!” she whined as the dreadful sensations flowed over her.

          “Be quiet,” came the curt response. What followed next introduced Lisa to a level of humiliation far worse than anything she could ever have imagined, even in her worst nightmares.

Chapter 8: Plugging some fresh ideas          

 

           Lisa was crying. The overwhelming sense of shame combined with the painful cramping deep inside her belly were too much to cope with. She groaned loudly and started pleading once more.

          “Please please may I go? Please Sir can I go to the toilet? I need to go! Uuuuuuhhhhhhh! Nnnnnnnnnnnn! PLEASE!” Standing naked in front of her Uncle and Mr Wiggings with the white porcelain of the toilet bowl pressing against the backs of her legs she was absolutely desperate to sit down and relieve herself. She so needed to go! If she didn’t she’d make a disgusting mess! Nooooooooooooooo! But they just smiled at her distress refusing to let her empty her churning insides! Moaning and swaying she held her swollen stomach and clenched her bumhole tightly shut, as she had been doing for the last fifteen minutes; A terrible fifteen minutes that had passed incredibly slowly since the horrid tube had been pushed up her bottom and the hot soapy water had been allowed to flood and fill her bowels to what felt like bursting point. Beads of sweat ran down her forehead as the enema caused another wave of painful tightening to flow through her tummy muscles.

          Finally she heard the words she’d been so eagerly awaiting;

          “You can empty yourself now girl,” said the old man with a soft chuckle. “Once you’re done wash that fat behind of yours with plenty of soap and make sure you clean it well inside. You’ve got five minutes and I don’t want to have to come up here to fetch you!” The implied threat made Lisa glance quickly up at his grinning face. What she saw in his eyes made her cringe. Thankfully as the door closed she sank gratefully down onto the toilet seat and instantly, and noisily, voided the contents of her bum. The relief was wonderful, but unfortunately very short-lived as her mind immediately started to fill with fresh anxieties. With her face burning she shamefully parted her buttocks and reluctantly started to wash her tingling rear opening.            

          Once back in the lounge Lisa was told to adopt the same bent over posture that she’d been in before she’d been given the dreadful enema. Gordon Wiggings held up a black rubber object for his intrigued companion to see. The anal plug wasn’t very long but appeared, at its’ thickest point, to be about 4 centimetres in diameter. Its’ base flared out a few centimetres below a much thinner section. Overall in shape it resembled the swollen head of an erect penis. 

          “This is the smallest I have but it’s easily large enough to focus her attention,” he said with a wide grin. “She’ll no doubt feel acutely embarrassed once it’s inside.” Licking his lips he rubbed the smooth shaft in the crease formed by the spread vulval folds. Immediately Lisa started to writhe and gasp as the thing quickly became coated with her vaginal spendings. And then her gasps and gurgles suddenly grew more urgent as she felt the end of the plug being placed against the clenching entrance of her bottomhole.

          “Stay still girl,” said Gordon Wiggins sharply.

          “P…P…P…P…Please don’t! PLEASE!” she shrieked as she felt the hard rubber pressing more forcefully at her rear hole. Her knuckles began to turn white as she gripped her ankles for all she was worth. And then her eyes were bulging out of her head and her teeth chattering as she felt the horrid thing forced inside her bottom.

          “There we are young lady,” the smirking old man commented, unable to mask the enjoyment in his voice. Lisa squirmed and groaned as her bumhole gripped the hard invader and immediately tried to push it out. Immersed in a sea of humiliation she sobbed pitifully. Noooooooooo! She was so ashamed! And it felt so dirty! No No No! No please! They were looking at her bumhole! It was just sooooo horrible! Bryan Brite had felt his erection surge as he’d watched his niece’s tiny anal hole stretch and then yield to the black plug. Now he was eagerly anticipating how she’d react to the sting of the cane when it began to stripe her helpless rear globes! Entranced he gazed at the end of the embedded rubber that was moving slightly in and out of the tight passageway as the girl’s internal muscles attempted to expel their unwanted visitor. Lisa shook and moaned with despair as her bottom took on a life of it’s own, squeezing and pushing and clenching and rolling rudely, whilst her face blushed hotly and tears ran down her very red cheeks.

          “As you can see this is the traditional bent over posture favoured by many disciplinarians over the years. There’s nothing wrong with it as such but with a little refinement you can make it much more effective and arduous for the recipient. Over here girl,” he said, indicating the dining table standing against one wall. Lisa slowly stood upright. She was shaking like a leaf and horribly aware of the hard rubber stretching her bottomhole. With her nipples pointing stiffly in front of her she waddled awkwardly over to the table, her face a mask of absolute shame. The old man made her lean over onto the table-top, which caused her breasts to flatten out uncomfortably on the varnished surface, and then spread her legs wide once more.

          “To achieve a more pleasing display of your subject’s charms it’s important to ensure that her hips are higher than her shoulders, the reasons are obvious.” With that he went across to a bookcase and returned with several thick hardback books. A pile was placed by each of Lisa’s feet before he told her to step up onto them. Bryan smiled at the instant effect that this new posture produced. With her head pressed to the tabletop her back was now at a much sharper angle. This caused her breasts to hang down,  her nipples just brushing the polished wood. Being forced to keep her balance on the piles of books was making the muscles in her calves and thighs tighten which added a new degree of tautness to her pose. How she was going to keep that position once a cane was landing squarely across her buttocks was going to be interesting! But it was her spread bottom that really drew his eye. Her full cheeks bulged lewdly out as did the rounded peach of her obviously very wet pussy, its’ lips forming a swollen pink line that perfectly split the soft mound in two. Nothing was hidden from their eyes now, the end of the black plug contrasting sharply with the previously reddened flesh of her smooth curves.

          Lisa heard the warning whirr of the cane as it split the air a second before it cut across her defenceless posterior. For a fleeting moment she felt nothing but then a line of white heat suddenly ignited across her bottom . Gasping incredulously at the sudden pain she rose up onto her toes, her bum wriggling frantically in all directions and her boobs swinging wildly.

          “Stay still girl.” The next stroke followed seconds later landing parallel to the first but ten centimetres lower. Lisa shrieked as the intense sting sank into her soft flesh. George Wiggings admired his own accuracy. Two gradually reddening lines perfectly framed the end of the rubber plug as it jutted out from the straining anus.

          “You could prolong these strokes for an hour or so if you wished but it’ll become necessary to restrain her if you push her limits too much. Personally I prefer variation and changes of intensity to drive the lesson home.” He smiled. “But towards the end of a session I always cut lower.” Without warning he flicked the cane in an arc. It landed perfectly along the sensitive crease where the girl’s buttocks met her thighs but most agonisingly it also caught the bulge of her pussy.

          “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! OW! OW! OW!” Lisa squealed as her hips writhed and rolled uncontrollably. Gritting her teeth she tried to absorb the awful stinging as she teetered precariously on the very tips of her toes.

          “Ssssssssssssswwwwwwit!” The cane landed with an agonising bite causing Lisa to scream shrilly.         

          “AHHHHHHHHH! NO MORE PLEASE! I’LL BE GOOD!” she begged, looking up at the two men from between her spread thighs as her bottom performed a jerking dance for their benefit. On her back on Mr Wiggings’ settee with her legs pulled up and her hands gripping the backs of her knees she felt helplessly exposed. The position allowed both men an uninterrupted view of the hairless slit with its delicate lips, which were gaping wetly apart, and the clenching anus with its black plug that was bobbing and weaving each time the cane scored a red line across the teenagers quivering globes. Six gradually darkening stripes and the tears rolling down Lisa’s face were clear evidence of the cane’s cruel precision.

          “As you can see the diaper position offers many possibilities but again if you wish to be severe you’ll need to restrain her. Would you like another cup of tea?”

          Kneeling on the padded arms of the armchair Lisa’s bottom was pulled wide apart displaying the burning lines that crossed each of her soft rear cheeks. She was snuffling back tears and trying her best to contain the excruciating heat that was radiating from her trembling bum. Shiny fluid was seeping shamefully from her girlish hole and coating its’ swollen lips. Even now through the awful stinging and embarrassment she couldn’t understand why she was so turned on! Her clit and nipples were pulsing madly and she wanted to be touched! Wanted some fingers to tease her till she came! WANTED TO COME NOW! The drugs surging through her veins were certainly working, their constant stimulation producing a  sexual urge that refused to be ignored. Shivering and trembling she fought to control the intoxicating throbbing that pulsed insistently in her swollen clitoris. Bryan Brite sipped his tea and gazed at the obscenely spread sexual parts of his whimpering niece. His cock felt so hard he doubted he’d be able to walk without embarrassing himself! Gordon Wiggings carried the simple wooden chair in from the kitchen and placed it down with a quiet thump.

          “I have to say the diaper is one of my favourite positions, it always seems to really embarrass them, having to look at you over their vagina when they’re being punished.” He chuckled and took a sip of his tea. “It’s a perfect position on a bed too because they have to maintain their balance as well as absorb the sting.” With that he stood up. “Here girl,” he ordered. Lisa slowly climbed down from her humiliating perch on the armchair.

          “A simple kitchen chair offers a couple of very effective positions, though truthfully they’re really more suited to the strap.” He made the nude teenager sit facing the chair back, a leg on each side, and then shuffle backwards until the cheeks of her bottom projected over the edge of the seat, the folds of her vagina flattening wetly on the hard wood and the end of the rubber plug poking out like an obscene tail.

          “Cutting upwards with a strap produces a wonderful reaction and again, if she wasn’t a virgin, I’d recommend you sit her on a large dildo. It’s a superb position for making them lose control.” His eyes glittered as wonderful memories flickered through his mind. “She’s already got a few stripes on her backside and if we continue much further she’ll be ruined for you and Olivia if you wish to continue later but, I would just like to show you one final position, it’s another favourite of mine. Turn around girl.” Still sobbing quietly and with her face glowing scarlet Lisa did as she was told. Once sitting, which caused her to bleat pitifully as the hard rubber pushed itself deeper into her bottom, she was brusquely ordered to open her legs.

          “The front and inner thighs are very sensitive.” Lisa whimpered as the old man ran his hand along the inside of her leg before allowing his fingers to slide between her slippery pussy lips. She groaned at his outrageous intimacy.

          “The little tart’s dripping like a tap!” Both men laughed cruelly at the gurgles of dismay she’d started to make. “In this position you can apply a cat or strap directly to the vagina but for the thighs you’ll get the most intensity from a cane.” Lisa looked at her Uncle with both pleading and fear in her eyes. He smiled back without a trace of pity, he was enjoying himself far too much! His eyes roved excitedly over her gently wobbling globes before focussing on the erect nipples that were jutting out rudely towards him. He could hardly wait to get home!

          Lisa screamed and jerked on the chair, her hands scrabbling helplessly against its’ back where they’d been securely tied.

          “OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW! Please please please! Oh please stop!” she cried as the cane left another burning stripe along the inside of her leg. Tears poured down her hot cheeks as her bumhole clenched uncontrollably on the hard rubber shaft that was sticking up inside her bottom. Three gradually darkening red lines now ran along the soft inner surface of each of her trembling thighs. Gordon Wiggings smiled and moved to stand to one side of the squirming girl. Taking a firm grip on the cane he slashed it downwards ensuring that the stroke ended with a definite flick of his wrist. It landed exactly at right angles to the existing stripes, cutting agonisingly across them. As Lisa squealed and blubbered and wriggled and bounced on the chair he stung her soft flesh with a further three precise impacts. Ignoring her almost hysterical reactions, but not failing to notice the wonderful bouncing of her breasts, he moved to stand on her other side and unhurriedly repeated the cruel process. Bryan Brite felt his erection throbbing hotly as he watched his naked young niece frantically jerking and writhing as she tried to absorb the dreadful stinging, the inside of each of her shaking legs scored with a perfectly spaced lattice of bright red lines.

         

          “Oooooh! Mmmm! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaaaaaah!” gasped Lisa as her hips writhed wildly from side to side and jerked quickly backwards and forwards. Kneeling naked on all fours on the coffee table she was being slowly masturbated by the old man standing directly behind her.

          “Look at your Uncle and tell him how you’ll be behaving in future,” he said. It took all of her dwindling self control to raise her head and look into her Uncle’s eyes. At the same time the tormenting fingers slid forwards between her swollen pussy lips and began to firmly squeeze the hard nubbin of excruciatingly sensitive flesh that was sticking stiffly out from beneath it’s delicate hood. She groaned loudly, her eyes attempting to focus on her Uncle’s smiling face.

          “Ooooooooooooooooo! M…M…M…Mmmmmmmmm! Oh God Oh God Oh God!”

          “Well what have you got to say young lady?” Gordon Wiggings asked as he sharply pinched the helpless girls’ clitoral bulb. Lisa yelped, her eyes opening wide and her cheeks burning hotly.

          “I’ll be good…nnnnnnnnn ooooooh…OH! I’ll be good Uncle I promise!” she blurted.

          “Ask for permission to come.” She stared helplessly into her Uncle’s steely blue eyes, drowning in shame at what she was about to do. Mmmmm…Nnnnnnn…ohohohoh…oooooooooooooh! She was going to come! Going to spurt on the fingers! Spurt in front of Uncle Bryan and the horrid old man! Show them everything! OH GOD…but it felt so good!

          “If you dare to orgasm without permission my girl I’ll give you a caning you’ll never forget! Now ask!”

          “Ppppppppppppplease Uncle may I c…c…c…come?” Lisa managed to gasp. Bryan Brite’s nod caused his niece to gurgle with relief, her hips rolling lewdly from side to side as the delicious sensations continued to flood through her pussy. Suddenly she squealed and a more urgent tone filled her moans as she felt a hand slide up between the cheeks of her bottom. She jerked violently as the plug was urged backwards and forwards pulling the pink ring of her bumhole in and out. With her teeth chattering she sobbed uncontrollably as conflicting torrents of humiliation and pleasure overwhelmed her.  

          “Look at your Uncle girl!” said Gordon Wiggings sharply, as he increased the speed and intensity of his manipulations. Lisa’s mouth formed a perfect “O” as her dripping vaginal slit was opened and penetrated, the prying fingers at the same time continuing to tease her swollen clitoris. At that moment she felt the black rubber shaft pulled firmly from her stretched anal opening. The additional stimulus sent her tumbling over the edge…

          “AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! M…M…M…M…MMMMMMM! Y…Y…Y…Y…yyyyyyyeeeeeeessssss!” Sparks of colour flashed inside her head as she pumped herself frantically on the old man’s hand, tiny squirts of hot fluid covering his probing fingers. Staring helplessly into her Uncle’s watching eyes she felt consumed with shame as her pussy throbbed maddeningly in time with the clenching of her abused bumhole. She knew he was seeing one of her most private of moments but as the orgasm pulsed through her she found herself unable to look away from his amused stare. Her mewls of pleasure and moans of humiliation continued for a surprisingly long time before her head finally slumped down onto her forearms . Without doubt it had been one of the most intense and prolonged orgasms of her life! Bryan Brite looked at his exhausted niece, with her bottom sticking rudely up into the air, and grinned as her hips continued to writhe slowly from side to side.

          “You can thank me now young lady,” said Gordon Wiggings to the trembling teenager.

          “T…T…T…Thank…y…y…you Sir!” she managed to stammer through chattering teeth.

          Three quarters of an hour later Lisa found herself back at the farm standing in front of her Aunt in the expansive kitchen. They’d all just enjoyed a light lunch with a fresh glass of milk each. Her Uncle was sat at the table looking at her with an expression of undisguised lust on his face. The conversation between the two adults concerning the behaviour of their niece during her visit to Mr Wiggings had caused Olivia to both chuckle quietly and also admonish Lisa for being a little tart!  She’d also been quick to note the desire pulsing in her husbands’ eyes. It looked as though he’d found taking the naughty teenager shopping fairly exciting, if the enormous bulge in the front of his trousers was anything to go by!

          “Dress off young lady!” was her curt command. Red faced Lisa did as she was told. The red stripes decorating her thighs caused the older woman to smile as did the tight thong that was squeezing the swollen mound of the girl’s pussy into a prominent moist bulge.

          “Show me your bottom.” Lisa slowly turned revealing the stripes cutting across her gently trembling rear cheeks and the string of the thong that disappeared between them.

          “Looks like Mr Wiggings gave you a few stingers, would you like to visit him again?” The frantic shaking of the girl’s head made them laugh. “And I understand you acted like a little slut in front of him, showing him how disgustingly wet you get when you need punishing? Well do you have anything to say?”

          “I…I…I…I did as I was told Miss!” replied Lisa with her cheeks burning. Olivia looked at the expression on her husband’s face and her tummy tingled excitedly.

          Being led across the yard barefoot and wearing only the tiny thong Lisa was feeling very nervous. Horribly aware of her stiff nipples bouncing up and down and her bare bottom wobbling suggestively she couldn’t help glancing worriedly in all directions as she hurried after her Aunt. Please don’t let anyone see! Please please please! As they went through the milking shed door she discovered that a horrid surprise was awaiting her. Standing in the empty space at the end of the building, where she’d been attached to the awful milking machine the day before, was a wooden frame. It stood on sturdy legs and looked rather like a “saw horse” but with odd dimensions.  Olivia Brite chuckled when she saw the look of surprise on her niece’s perturbed and very red face.

          “Yes, Mr Bolker came around this morning whilst you were in town with your Uncle and put this together for me, it only took him an hour or so.” She smiled wickedly. “I’m afraid he had to go back to work as soon as he’d finished but he says he’d love to come and see you trying it out soon, wouldn’t that be nice?” The teasing tone didn’t register with Lisa, she was far too concerned about the wooden structure and what it was for. It’s front two legs were longer than those at the rear, and slanted at a wider angle. All four joined together to support a small padded top that was angled slightly upwards and from which hung the two halves of a thick leather belt. It’s buckle drew Lisa’s eyes as it caught the light, as did the buckles attached to the two straps fixed to each of the things front legs. She shivered even though the air was comfortably warm.

          The double cuff secured both of Lisa’s wrists together, one above the other, leaving her hands resting helplessly in the small of her back. Leather straps at ankle and knee fixed her spread legs to the front of the “horse”, whilst the thick belt kept her stomach pressed firmly against its’ padded top. Bent forwards with her legs opened wide she was totally defenceless and unable to move the lower half of her body, even by the tiniest fraction. She could feel the air from the open doorway wafting across her exposed bumhole and the wet slit of her pussy. Involuntarily the cheeks of her bottom clenched nervously. Olivia Brite had removed the girl’s thong before she’d fixed the shaking teenager to the frame. Now she walked slowly around her terrified niece enjoying the pleasurable tingling that was building excitedly in the space between her own thighs. She’d have Bryan’s hard cock inside her in a few minutes! The thought brought a flush of anticipation to her cheeks.

          With her tummy resting against the pad and her arms firmly fastened behind her back Lisa’s breasts jutted shamelessly forwards. She stared in horror as her Aunt lifted the milking array from it’s stand and then jerked with discomfort as each of her already painfully swollen nipples was sucked firmly inside a rubber lined metal tube. A flick of a switch and her shoulders began to writhe desperately as the horrible suctioning began, pulling painfully at her acutely sensitive tips.

          “Aaaaaaaaaaah! Ooooooooooh! It h…h…h…huuuuuurrrrtttts!” she stammered tearfully as her nipples were rhythmically distended and elongated within the milking tubes. Unable to hide the smile on her face Olivia Brite turned the setting to maximum before walking purposefully towards the door .

          “I’ll be back in a little while,” she said huskily as the teenagers vocal protests immediately grew in volume.

          Once through the kitchen door Olivia immediately fell to her knees in front of her husband and frantically began tugging at his belt. Freed from his trousers his massively erect penis swayed in front of her face. Quickly she engulfed the swollen head with her mouth before running her tongue lovingly up and down the hard shaft. There was no need for any further foreplay. Bent almost double and with her head pushed into the back of the armchair she squealed loudly as Bryan brutally slid the whole of his engorged length into his wife’s slippery hole. The morning’s events had left him achingly stiff and he was feeling incredibly horny! Olivia too was feeling highly aroused and she bucked beneath him as he fucked her with long slow strokes, the enlarged glans stretching her delicate vaginal walls and opening her fully. Within moments she was gasping and screaming as an orgasm tore through her. Shuddering violently she found herself pushing back onto the solid rod, trying to impale herself as deeply as possible as her pussy gripped and milked it. Panting she bathed in the delicious sensations as the rigid cock continued to pump slowly but relentlessly back and forth. Almost immediately she sensed she was going to come again, her eyes bulging and her mouth stretching wide. With her hips writhing wantonly and all self control lost she jerked herself shamelessly on the engorged penis as images of her naked niece filled her mind. 

          Precisely at 7.30pm that evening there was a knock on the back door. Lisa had been anxiously looking at the clock for the past few hours but when she heard the sharp rap of knuckles on wood her face clouded with worry and her cheeks began to flood with colour. A boy was coming to take her out and she’d never even met him! Her nipples were still tingling and throbbing but thankfully they’d at least stopped hurting. By the time her Aunt had come to release her from the milking machine she’d been almost delirious with pain and coated in sweat. Her nipples had been sucked forcefully into the rubber sleeves for a good half an hour, if not longer, and her scream had bounced around the walls of the milking parlour when the older woman had pulled the distended fleshy tips from the tubes. Each of the youngsters nipples was elongated to three times its’ normal length and hugely swollen. Olivia’s inquisitive fingers couldn’t resist examining the deep red bulbs of throbbing torment that now jutted enticingly from the shaking girls chest, curiously squeezing and twisting the engorged points as her niece dissolved into a frenzy of sobbing and pleading. Unfortunately for Lisa her frantic reactions went unnoticed as her Aunt indulged herself excitedly, allowing her sadistic tastes full reign for several minutes…minutes that felt like an eternity to the nude teenager.

          The hot bath had relieved some of her hurts but standing in the bathtub whilst her Aunt had used a soapy flannel to wash every curve and crevice of her trembling nudity had proved horribly embarrassing. Added to which she’d jumped and moaned as the rough material had caused the red lines crossing her bum and thighs to flare into agonising life.

          “Ohhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhh! Aunty it hurts! Oh please don’t!” she’d begged, trying to cover her puffy nipples and move out of the way of the agonising  washcloth.
          “Don’t you dare tell me what to do young lady!” the older woman had snapped, before reaching out and pinching one of the hard points between her fingers. “And stay in position!”

          “Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Oh please please!”

          “So I should think,” Olivia Brite had sneered. “Now keep that naughty mouth of yours shut or you’ll spend the rest of the evening with a clamp on each of these!”

          When the older woman had once more focussed her attention on the abnormally enlarged nipples Lisa had shrieked and started to beg again, writhing and sobbing as the ultra sensitive points had throbbed and tingled. It was at that moment that her Uncle had appeared in the bathroom doorway.

          “Thought I’d come and see what all the fuss was about,” he’d said with a grin. Being naked in front of her Aunt was bad enough but when Uncle Bryan was looking at her she so so wanted to cover herself up! Already he’d seen her nude several times and he’d seen every secret place too…but she still felt just as ashamed as she had the first time! Whenever she sensed his eyes moving over her skin her heart started to bang in her chest and she went weak at the knees.

          Once the red-faced girl had been towelled dry Olivia had turned to her husband and handed him a pot of cream. Lisa had put an arm across her breasts and hid her pussy behind her other hand. It was an automatic response to try and conceal her charms from his prying eyes, she couldn’t help herself.

          “Hands on your head young lady!” the older woman had snapped. ”Your Uncle is going to treat those marks of yours and stop pretending that you don’t like showing him everything you’ve got!” Lisa had bleated and writhed as the hands had smoothed and smeared the cream into her skin and especially so when it had been massaged into her stiff and swollen nipples. The intense embarrassment had made her feel faint but the unexpected news that, in a few hours time, a boy would be taking her to a party had quickly sharpened her mind! Apparently her Aunt and Uncle were going out and the boy was going to “babysit” her, as they “couldn’t trust her to be left on her own”! But because he was already going to a party she would be going with him! Apparently it had all been agreed earlier. Now the boy was knocking on the back door!

Chapter 9: Party games – Part 1

          “Well don’t just sit there girl go and see who it is,” ordered the older woman curtly. With her heart in her mouth, and conscious that her nipples were poking embarrassingly out and that the red lines decorating her thighs were only just hidden by the hem of the short skirt, Lisa apprehensively went to answer the door. When it opened her face instantly began to burn and she started to tremble as the boy’s incredulous eyes travelled slowly up and down her front.

          “Oh Hello Matthew,” said Olivia Brite, standing up and quickly crossing the kitchen before putting her arm around Lisa’s shoulders. “This is my lovely niece Lisa. Can you make sure that you have her back by ten thirty please. She doesn’t need a coat, it’s very mild this evening.”

          “Hello Mrs Brite,” he replied, unable to drag his eyes away from the girl’s wonderfully soft and only partly concealed curves. “Er…yes I’ll make sure she’s home by then.”

          “Now Lisa you be a good girl and have a wonderful time tonight,” said Olivia as she gently kissed the surprised girl on the cheek. “Matthew is a really nice boy.” Lisa stared at the false smile on her Aunt’s face totally dumbfounded by what she was hearing.

          “I’ll take care of her Mrs Brite,” said the boy, “you don’t need to worry.”

          “Yes I know you’re a responsible young man Matthew and Lisa is a shy but obedient girl, so she’ll behave herself, won’t you Lisa?” The smiling woman embraced her niece. Lisa hugged her Aunt back, it was a natural reaction. Unseen by the boy the older woman’s hand slid down and then up underneath the edge of the tiny skirt. Lisa suddenly stiffened, biting her lip to stop herself crying out, as her Aunt’s fingers cruelly pinched a generous fold of soft flesh.

          “Well?”

          “Oooooh yes Aunty,” she managed to gasp out. “I’ll be good!”

          “I know you will my little darling, now you have a lovely time.” Olivia’s eyes flickered to the youth’s.

          “Look after her Matthew and I hope you both have some fun.” The boy nodded, almost imperceptibly, at the knowing smile that the woman gave him. He knew full well what she was expecting…       

          As the small car wound its’ way through the country lanes Lisa kept the hem of her short skirt pulled down, as much as she was able, whilst surreptitiously glancing at the youth sat by her side. He was four or five years her senior and very good looking. Her heart, already beating quite fast, began to thump in her chest when he suddenly turned his head and caught her staring. But he gave her a big smile so she shyly smiled back.

          “So you’re Mrs Brites’ niece Lisa, staying till the end of the summer. Right?”

          “Yes. And you’re Matthew.” He nodded. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, trying to disguise the tension in her voice. He’s so good looking! Whether it was her anxiety or not she didn’t know, but her pussy was tingling and her hard nipples pulsing excitedly. He’s gorgeous!

          The house was very modern and sat on the edge of the village. Whoever owned it was obviously wealthy. The driveway had two enormous gates and was lined by small trees. As the car came to a halt Lisa stared up at the huge picture windows that looked out over the wide expanse of neatly manicured lawn. Climbing from the car she suddenly felt the boys’ hand on her hip. She jerked away as it quickly slid down and tried to grasp the cheek of her bottom.

          “Er…what are you doing?” she asked, as the hairless folds between her thighs immediately grew wet.

          “Showing my good manners by helping you out of the car of course,” he said, a huge grin on his face. He stepped closer and slid his arm around her waist. Although she knew she should pull away she found herself unable to move as her nostrils filled with the heady aroma of his cologne. Helplessly she looked into his sparkling eyes. As his hand moved gently up under the edge of her shirt she swallowed nervously, her stomach fluttering as his fingers made wonderful circular patterns on the soft skin above her hip. Cool, he thought, the little tart’s dying for it! He knew the signs well enough. He’d have another to add to his collection by the end of the night!

          “P…P…Please don’t. Please keep your hands away,” she said weakly, making no effort to extricate herself from his encircling arm. “My Aunt is terribly strict. She wouldn’t like me letting you touch…”

          “Don’t be so uptight! C’mon you and I can be really good friends. I can tell you like me.” Lisa looked into his smiling face once more and felt her whole body tingle. She didn’t resist as he turned her towards him and gently kissed her lips. Because of the chemicals coursing through her bloodstream she couldn’t control her responses. Within moments she was kissing him back fiercely, a small groan escaping her throat as his tongue pushed into her mouth. She felt her whole body trembling with desire. Her thorn-like nipples, crushed against his chest, pulsed with excitement and her pussy throbbed deliciously. As his hand slid down and began to caress the soft curves of her bottom she did nothing to stop him.

          “C’mon,” he said, pulling his lips from hers, “let’s go and meet the others.” Red faced and breathless Lisa followed him. She shouldn’t have let him kiss her! What was she thinking? What if Aunt Olivia found out? But she was so wet! And his hand touching her bum! God it had turned her on so much!

          Lisa was quite surprised once they were inside. It wasn’t much of a party, well as far as she could see! A very pretty girl called Silvia, whose house it apparently was, had opened the front door and two more girls were sat on a settee in the spacious lounge. But besides them there were only two boys standing in the kitchen. Self consciously she clung to Matthew, horribly aware that her flint-like nipples were making two very obvious points in the soft cotton of her blouse. Aunt Olivia had refused to allow her to wear one of her new bra’s so all she had on beneath her clothes was a tiny thong. She swallowed nervously as both the boys and girls stared at her with undisguised interest. Music was coming from two enormous floor standing speakers. The glass doors of a matching cabinet were wide open revealing, what looked to be, a very expensive hi-fi system.

          “This is Lisa, she’s staying for the summer,” said Matthew as he quickly flicked the tops from two bottles of beer with an opener. He handed one to her.

          “Er…er…I don’t think I should be drinking alcohol Matthew,” she whispered quietly, hoping that he’d be the only one to hear. “If my Aunt Olivia found out she’d go mad!”

          “She’s not going to find out,” he said, giving her a reassuring smile. “Relax, we’re going to have a really nice time tonight.” His smile, and the fact that she suddenly felt very “grown up”, quickly overcame her reticence. Accepting the bottle she took a mouthful of beer, her confidence growing as the bitter liquid flowed over her tongue. She gulped back half of the bottle without pausing for breath.

          An hour later and Lisa was feeling much more relaxed. The three girls had encouraged her to talk about herself and in return she’d found out a little about them; Silvia’s parents were away for the weekend so she had the house to herself. She was a very attractive girl by any standards, with blonde curly hair that cascaded down over her shoulders and a taste for designer clothes that hugged the perfect curves of her breasts and bottom. Her two friends were equally eye-catching. Amanda, already tall, wore spiked heels that, together with a short skirt, displayed her long legs to perfection. She’d also been blessed with large breasts which added to her sexy demeanour and it was little wonder that most of the males she met found their mouths watering uncontrollably! Bridget on the other hand was shorter than her companions but she attracted an equal amount of male attention. No doubt this was partly due to the way that her breasts, although small, jutted proudly out from her chest and the skin tight jeans that she always favoured. Lisa found herself giggling and laughing with them as the evening progressed.

          Up to that point the boys had pretty much kept themselves to themselves, drinking beer in the kitchen as the volume of their conversation grew steadily louder. Matthew occasionally appeared in the room, each time treating Lisa to a wide smile and asking if she was enjoying herself. The beer loosened her tongue and she gradually overcame her nervousness. The red lines decorating her bottom and thighs, her Aunt and Uncle, what had happened in town earlier that day, all of it became progressively less concerning as the alcohol gently removed her worries. At some point she confided in her new friends that Matthew was her boyfriend. She failed to notice the frown that crossed Silvia’s features or the fury in her eyes…

          “We won’t be long,” was all the boys said as, amidst much laughter, they crowded noisily out of the front door in search of fresh supplies of beer.

          “Jeez,” said Bridget with exasperation in her voice. “Always the same. They always have to go and buy more beer. They’ll be ages!” Lisa didn’t notice the cold smile on Silvia’s face nor the looks that passed between the three friends. Unbeknownst to Lisa, Silvia’s little “triad” was feared in the local school that they all attended, and with good reason. Being the three most attractive girls in class allowed them to manipulate boys almost at will and woe betide any of their fellow female pupils who happened to “cross” them. Several of those who had displeased Silvia’s gang had not only been psychologically bullied but also physically tormented. Annoying the “Populars” was to be avoided at all costs, especially if you wanted to be accepted at any of the social events within the local vicinity. Also unbeknownst to Lisa was that Silvia had had sex with Matthew on several occasions over the past few months. Mistakenly Silvia considered herself to be Matthew’s girlfriend; He was hers! He loved her! When in fact he simply saw her as another conquest, admittedly a very attractive one, to add to his list. If Lisa had known any of this she’d never have agreed to play cards…

          Lisa wasn’t good at card games, she never had been. But surprisingly after several rounds she’d won as many hands as she’d lost. When Silvia suggested forfeits for the loser the giggling girls, including Lisa, quickly agreed. The beer was starting to affect her judgement and also her awareness; she didn’t notice that the hem of her skirt had ridden up revealing her thighs, and the recent evidence of Mr Wiggings’ cane,  to her new “friends”. A few hands later and she found herself without her sandals. Then she lost again. This time the forfeit proved far more serious. The laughing girls told her to take off her knickers! Instantly she felt the sexual tension in the room intensify, the chemicals in her bloodstream igniting her libido and causing her nipples to stiffen, almost painfully. In the already wet slit nestling between her thighs a delicious tingling began to grow. This together with the excited eyes of the three girls staring at her caused her cheeks to flood with heat. She’d been told to take her knickers off! In the back of her mind an unwelcome little voice was telling her that she had to do as she was told, had to be good, had to obey. Embarrassment and arousal were suddenly competing for her attention. Red faced and slightly drunk she tried to wriggle out of the forfeit.

          “I…I…I don’t want…”

          “Oh come on,” snapped Amanda, “ don’t be such a bore! You agreed to play. If we’d known you were such a prude we wouldn’t have bothered.” The three girls looked at her expectantly. Suddenly they were acting together as one, almost as if they knew what the others intended.

          “God I bet Matthew thinks you’re a proper prick-tease!” said Silvia with a spiteful smile on her face. “What are you scared of for goodness sake, we’re only playing a game.”

          “She’s obviously still just a good little girl. Aren’t you old enough to play with grown-ups? Is that it?” Their mocking laughter made Lisa’s face burn. The little voice in her mind grew more insistent…do as you’re told.

          “Is the poor baby scared? Oh diddums!” Howling with laughter the three older girls watched as their cruel jibes affected the slightly intoxicated teenager.

          “Do it!” said one of them forcefully, the angry edge in her voice making Lisa jump. Red faced and visibly shaking she found herself standing up and in a daze reaching beneath the hem of the short skirt before slowly sliding the little thong down her legs. It lay in a tiny pool around her ankles whilst she stood trembling, not knowing what to do next. Silvia looked directly into the youngster’s wide open eyes.

          “Give it to me,” she ordered. The three girls grinned at each other as their blushing victim bent and retrieved the flimsy piece of material from the floor before holding it out towards her seated tormentor. Their manipulation was working perfectly and it had been surprisingly easy once Silvia had taken the lead.

         

          “It’s all wet!” she exclaimed with mock astonishment, holding the offending object distastefully between her thumb and forefinger. “Oh my god the little tart’s getting turned on!” Again the three rolled with laughter as they stared at Lisa whose face had turned to pure scarlet.

          “I need to go to the t…t…toilet,” she suddenly blurted out, far too loudly, as she twisted her fingers together nervously. The cold cruelty in Silvia’s eyes didn’t diminish.

          “Ask properly little girl,” she said, her voice laced with threat. The drugs and alcohol in Lisa’s system and her increasing arousal, the mortifying humiliation that only seemed to add to that arousal, combined with the memories of what had happened to her over the previous few days, in addition to the awful situation that she now found herself in flicked a switch somewhere deep inside her mind. Unable to resist her latent submissive nature, and feeling as if she was in some horrid dream, she heard herself speak.

          “P…please may I go to the toilet Miss?”

          Thankfully, closing the door allowed her to escape from the giggling girls. She was shaking uncontrollably and felt as if she was going to cry but…between her legs she could feel the wetness oozing. She sat down heavily on the toilet seat and tried to breath. God she was so so horny, so turned on! What was the matter with her? And what were the horrid girls going to do to her? And why was she being such a slut! No longer able to resist the overwhelming urge to touch herself she pulled the skirt up above her waist, opened her legs wide and leant back. Immediately she started to gasp as her fingers slid between the slippery lips of her pussy. Within seconds her hand became coated with sticky fluid as she frantically finger fucked herself and teased the swollen knob of her clitoris. Ooh! Ahhhhhh! Ooooooh! Nearly there! Nearly there! Her breathless moans grew louder and then suddenly the door flew open!

          The rapid flashes from the camera froze her in position, two fingers deeply embedded in her sopping vagina, her red face a mask of absolute shock…and then eager hands were dragging her roughly back into the lounge.

          “Wait till the boys see these!” yelled Amanda excitedly. “And what will her Aunt and Uncle say?” Standing in front of the three girls, who were grinning and sniggering as they sat together on the settee, Lisa wanted to crawl away and die! She could feel the waves of humiliation washing over her as they stared. And then her heart gave a sudden lurch when she heard what Silvia said…

          “Take your clothes off slut.”   

[Dear Readers all – at this point I’m going to leave Lisa Lus where she is – about to lose her clothes and much more besides! I’ll get back to her in the future but for now I need to continue with the Adventures of Lisa James  – she’s filling my mind with deliciously embarrassing possibilities – YN]