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The shaming and training of Lisa Lus
By YNHumiliator

ynhum (at) hotmail (dot) com

Innocent 15 year old schoolgirl Lisa Lus is sent to live on her
Aunt and Uncles farm for the summer. Once there she
becomes the subject of her Aunts sadistic fantasies
and finds herself at the mercy of several of the older woman's
acquaintances... when she experiences numerous episodes of the
most intense humiliation and shame she could ever imagine.




- 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... Ooooooo
oooohhhh... 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!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA AHHHHHH!" 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.

"Ooooooooooooo wwwwwwww!" 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!

"AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAHHHHHH! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! IT HURTSSSS
SSSSSSS!" 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.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaahhhh!" 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... Nnnnnnnnn nnnnooooooo! 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?"

"Yesssssss sssssss 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.


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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.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNN ggggggghhhhhh! 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! Ooooooooooo oooooooooooooh!" 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! Owwwwwwwww wwwwwwww! Naaaaaa!" was the
only response from the wide-eyed teenager. Moments later however
she gave vent to a much more vocal complaint.

"AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHH! NO PLEEEEEE
EEEEEEASE!" 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.


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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.


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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. Nooooooo oooooooooo! Stop him! Please!
It's sooooooo embarrassing! Pleeeeeeeee eeeeease!

"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.


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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.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaahhhhhhhh!" 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.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHH! 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.

"Ssssssssssss swwwwwwit!" The cane landed with an
agonising bite causing Lisa to scream shrilly.


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"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...

"AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaa ahhhhhhhh! 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.


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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 focused 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."

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]