4 comments/ 92402 views/ 34 favorites Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 01 By: portersky Chapter 1. A New Life The dark room at the end of the corridor in the old house in Oxfordshire had a new occupant. For many years it temporarily housed the occasional maid or nanny, none of whom remained in the position for more than a few months. The room's newest occupant didn't have even the degree of choice that these other girls, poor though they may have been and consequently motivated to try to endure the taxing working conditions they encountered in the house. Those girls, the nannies, housekeepers, and French Maids, who'd spent a anywhere from a few days to a few months living in this room while working for Mr. Edward Weston, and his nephew, Ralph, had all eventually exercised their choice to leave their employ. Their departure usually indicated an act of rebellion against the strange requests and requirements from their employers. Ashley Bancroft didn't have such choices. Her mother had recently remarried after divorcing her father, and her step-dad and mother had decided that they needed time alone together to start to enjoy their new marriage. The presence of the eightteen-year old Ashley, who'd just finished high school in Boston, her mother and step-father felt, would distract them from one another, and the newly found passion that they were enjoying discovering. Casting about for a suitable place to park the girl for a while, they had chanced upon the idea of sending her abroad to work for a year. From an unexpected quarter they had received an offer which resolved many of their problems at once. Ashley's stepfather's brother, her now Uncle Edward, had proposed that Ashley come to stay with them. He needed, he explained, help around the old house in Oxfordshire, as well as company for his 18 year-old nephew, Ralph. In exchange for some housework duties, Ashley could stay with them. This arrangement seemed idea to Ashley's parents who realized that they would be freed of both the girl and her upkeep while she stayed at her new Uncle's house. Without inquiring much further into details, Ashley's folks packed her and a suitcase of her belongings off to England, where Ashley was met at the airport by her new family. The lack of care with which Ashley's mother organized her daughter's new living situation was characteristic of her general lack of warmth and concern for her daughter. Ashley's mother, in early forties, was a handsome woman and had been when younger almost as attractive as her young progeny was now. As her daughter came into the female fullness she'd inherited from her, Sarah Bancroft's resentment of the natural passing of beauty's torch from one generation to the next grew commensurately with her daughter's maturation. As a consequence, Sarah's treatment of Ashley became colder and more severe as her daughter grew older. Ashley's character, as a result of her mother's disregard and temper, became diffident and meek. She did try to please her mother, in spite of the impossibility of doing so. At school she had friends and was popular, but she had never developed an ability to defend or speak up for herself at home. Sarah's new marriage, and the evident fondness that her new husband didn't avoid showing for the lovely teenager, was the final catalyst for Ashley's effective banishment. Ashley was unhappy to have to leave her friends, but many of these were off to college in the Fall, and she didn't have prospects of spending much time with them during the Summer. So it was with relief and excitement that she embarked on the adventure of going abroad for the first time. Her first glimpse of her new family at the airport was reassuring. As she came out of customs, a man approached her and called out her name. Her Uncle Edward had seen her pictures, and recognized her from them. He was about 50, his balding hair was mostly gray as was his beard. Slightly overweight, he had a kindly look and soft eyes which charmed Ashley immediately. She also liked his patrician English accent, and the gentlemanly way he took her suitcase from her and welcomed her. He also had a certain formal stiffness that reminded Ashley of some of the British characters she'd seen in movies and TV shows. Her uncle carried her two bags for her, and led her towards the parking garage, while they chatted about her flight, about herself a bit. He asked after his brother, her step-father. Before long, they arrived at his car. Ashley was impressed by the shiny, dark green, Jaguar. It was not the latest model, but a somewhat older one evidencing more of a patrician, classic design. The chrome shone. She stood at the door, and he asked her, smiling, whether she intended to drive. She blushed and went around to the left side of the right-hand drive, British car. When he opened the passenger side door for her, she climbed in and sank into the soft, impeccably maintained leather interior. She felt like a character in a PBS television special, or an actress in a commercial. Edward climbed in opposite his niece, started the engine, which emitted a well-mannered, but powerful, growl. They drove out of the garage, and onto the motorway. Ashley and her Uncle continued to exchange tidbits of information, getting to know one another. Edward drove quickly but solidly along the initially crowded motorway. Beyond Ashley's window, the traffic and development of the airport area quickly thinned to verdant farming communities, and the occasional, picturesque, small town. The overcast sky darkened as they drove, and Edward cautiously turned on the car's headlights well before it was completely dark. The interior of the car was warm and relaxing, fragrant of leather and privilege. During the drive to his house, he had asked her about her interests and her school, and she had talked freely, quickly becoming comfortable with the avuncular man. He had explained to her that she would be meeting his nephew Ralph the next day, when he returned from an overnight trip with friends. Arriving at the house in Oxfordshire, Ashley felt quickly comfortable with the plush, somewhat old-fashioned, very British, feel of the old home. Edward explained to Ashley that she would be required to work for her keep, but that none of it would be too taxing. Light housekeeping, serving at meals, and running errands would be most of what she would be required to do. In addition, she would serve as a companion and helper to Ralph. As it was almost 8:00 in the evening, and Ashley had been travelling a long time and was consequently tired, Edward suggested a light snack, and that she then retire to bed, so as to be fresh for the next day. Ashley was grateful, as she was jet lagged and almost unable to keep her eyes open. Edward prepared a sandwich for her, as well as some cocoa, telling her that there would be time the next day or two for her to learn where things were and to start to cook for him and his nephew. Ashley sipped her cocoa in the living room, while Edward told her stories of his family and entertained the quickly tiring girl, until he suggested that he show her to her room and that she get some sleep. He led the girl up to the room at the end of the hall on the second floor, next to his bedroom, and indicated to her the bathroom down the hall. Closing the door behind her, Ashley opened her suitcase and unpacked her few belonging into the four-drawer, antique oak, dresser. Looking into the mirror by the dresser, she observed her own features, tired from the long trip. Quickly undressing, she put on the cotton boy's pajamas she had brought, and walked to the bathroom, where she showered and made ready for bed. Almost sleepwalking, she returned to her room, encountering her uncle in the hall as she exited the bathroom, and sleepily and respectfully bidding him goodnight. In the darkened room at the end of the corridor, Ashley slept profoundly. She lay on her stomach, her arms under the pillow cushioning her face, her shoulder length brown hair splayed decoratively over her the pillow. She was partially rolled onto her left side, with her right leg bent at the knee and hiked up, as if readying herself to climb onto the pillow she embraced. She did not stir when the door opened and the light clicked on. In the room at the end of the corridor, a ritual was to be enacted just as it had with the arrival of each new girl in the old house. Edward walked confidently into the sleeping girl's room, carrying a clipboard, a pen, and a small wooden box. The intruder walked up to the bed and gazed down at the young girl, and said, "Ashley, wake up! Ashley, do you hear me? Hello..." There was no response from the slumbering girl, to which Edward showed no surprise. He then said, speaking to himself, "Well... my sweet little niece, you sleep rather soundly! No matter, don't trouble yourself, a little sleep will be good for that fair complexion and your girlish bounciness...which we will have many an occasion to bounce in the coming months!" He chuckled, and, carrying the chair from the desk over to next to Ashley's bed, sat down next to it. He petted the girl's brunette head, and gently pushed back the hair that covered her face, pulling loosed a few strands which had caught in Ashley's puffy lips. With evident deliberation and slowness, he put the box down on the night table next to him, took up his pen and began the ritual catalog he created for his charges on their first night in his house, speaking aloud as he wrote, "Ashley, you seem to have a sweet tooth which comes in very handy when feeding you drugged cocoa, don't you? Now, little one, you're eightteen, I would say 1 metre 60, and about 50 kilos. Not an insignificant part of that will be in those well shaped titties, I'll venture. Why is it American girls so often have such pouty, puffy, lips, I wonder. "I suppose," he continued, "that we should just be thankful without inquiring too deeply into what makes those twin erection nuzzlers billow! For my money, and I am not a betting man, Ashley, the puffiness of your pretty mouth is probably echoed in your other soft tissues, isn't it? Do you have big puffy nipples, for your new family to play with, and is your cunt also nice and plump?" "Hazel eyes, I recall, chocolate brown hair, long limbs," he continued, "but we'll have to make sure, won't we, Ash?" he continued, as he wrote. "Let's get a little more detailed now!" Edward stood and grasping the covers from where they bunched at Ashley's neck, he slowly peeled them back, pulling them all the way off the girl's sleeping form. The unconscious girl presented a charming sight, wearing the tightish boy's cotton pajamas which were stretched a bit across the parts of her anatomy which were distinctly un-boyish, her thighs, breasts, and buttocks. Edward examined the sleeping girl, letting his eyes wander over her relaxed form freely. His moved his face closer to her body, first up to her face where he inhaled the warm, soapy scent of the just washed teenager. He placed his nose at the juncture of her jaw and ear, using it to part her hair and nuzzled the ear playfully. Pulling back his head, he examined the swelling of Ashley's covered bosom, then followed the depression caused by her waist and back up the hill of her hips, finally letting his stare slide down her legs to her sleek, naked ankles and feet. "Can't expect...", murmured Ashley's uncle, "this old PJ to withstand the pressure of covering such charming swellings too well, Ashley. I can't imagine that it will hold up too long." Suiting actions to words, he reached down and hiked up the tail of the shirt Ashley wore from where it lay at the waistband of her pants. Pulling it up, he bared a good portion of her upper midriff, to just below her ribs. The pants' waistband pressed into her soft belly flesh above her bellybutton. Edward reached for his box, and extracted from it a pair of small scissors. He stood and walked around the foot of the bed, watching the girl intently all the while, then advanced on her from behind, gazing smilingly at her bottom, tightly encased in the old cotton pants, thrust out by her bent leg and jutting hip. He opened the scissors and holding one small cutting edge in one hand reached out for the girls waistband and grasped and pulled a gap open between waistband and flesh. Deftly he cut a small hole in the back of the top of her pants, and slit the elastic inside, releasing the soft tension around Ashley's belly. Inserting the index fingers from both hands in the little hole, he pulled and widened it into a 4 inch vertical tear above the girl's bottom along the seam of her pj bottoms. "Much better," he sighed, "tight clothes should not be worn in bed by young ladies!" Coming back around to the other side of the bed, he again sat down, and reached over and pushed down the now loose waist of the girl's trousers to bare her bellybutton and the gentle swell of her belly. He pulled down in front until he had bared the top of her pink panties, and reached over the girl's hip to do the same in back, pulling the pants down further there, to where they tightened over the swell of her panty covered bottom. Reaching into his box, Edward pulled out a tape measure. Jamming one hand underneath the girl's belly, he inserted the tail of the tape under her, and brought it up around her back to measure her waist. He made some annotations on his pad, and gently pulled the tape out from under her, using his index finger to tickle and explore her navel while the tape slid from under her prostrate body. His fingertip continued probing the girl's small belly indentation. Ashley, in her sleep, squirmed slightly, to which the man responded by pushing his finger harder into her bellybutton and smiling. He then slipped the tape measure around Ashley's cotton covered thigh, high up her leg close to her crotch. Ashley's trim but plush thighs came under Edwards examination as well, as his palm encased and squeezed the flesh at the back her leg. Again, made annotations on his pad, got up and walked around behind Ashley carrying his scissors and tape, and commented, "Ashley, you have good thighs, just a hint of plumpness without being at all fat! It will be very pleasurable finding ways of making you show them and the stripes they will be receiving. Now, very important, niece, we need to attend to your posterior charms, where so much of our attention will be spent in the next months don't we?" Edward knelt behind the girl's out-thrust bottom, pulled on the pants at her hips tautening them across her rump, and, using one side of the scissors, carefully cut every third thread in the seam of her pants. He used the tape to measure across the seat of her spread backside, letting his fingers graze the outline of the panties under her pj's. Then he placed his open palm against the lower curve of her asscheek, squeezed her there, then pulled his hand back slightly and smacked his palm down on the proffered cheek. Ashley whimpered in her sleep and shifted around, which Edward took advantage of to grasp her shoulders and start her turning on to her back. The girl, unconsciously protecting her smacked backside, completed the turn on her own, and came to rest lying on her back face up, belly bared. "Tits!" murmured the girl's step-uncle, which would have been unnecessary explanation of his goal to anyone who might have observed him, as his gaze was riveted on his niece's breasts. With no preliminaries, he cut two buttons from her shirt, leaving only a top one above his target area, and another in the rucked up lower part of her shirt. The shirt sagged open over the girl's breasts, rewarding him with a view of the plump flesh on the inside of each of her breasts. Her nipples indented the parted cloth of her shirt, and Edward ran a fingertip over one of her cloth-covered, nubs. Even in her sleep, the contact of his finger against her nipple caused Ashley's legs and torso to shift and her boobs to sway under her shirt. "Sensitive nipples, my filly, aren't they? Excellent!" exclaimed Edward. Unbuttoning the remaining top button, he slowly peeled aside the shirt's two halves baring Ashley's firm young breasts. "Large mamm's," he said, "C cup, firm and high, with high, up-thrust nipples, big areola." With the motion he would have used to flick a crumb away, he snapped his index finger across one of the naked nipples roughly. Ashley's chest heaved, and her nipple poked out and reddened. The other one reacted in the same way when it, in turn, was snapped. Ashley whimpered in her sleep, and her breasts shivered. Sleeping, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts towards her tormentor. Edward smiled broadly. Licking his index fingers, Edward touched the wet fingertips to Ashley's nipples and coated the hardened central nubs with saliva. He repeated his ministrations of her nipples, smearing his spit over her nipples. As his thumb and index finger coated her plump nubbins the second time, Ashley's back arched strongly, and her hips lifted slightly. The third application of saliva to her tits caused her thighs to start to quiver. Edward grinned. "I think," he whispered, "that you have very sensitive titties, Ashley, and I'm going to design a special training program for them. I wonder how they'll like the feel of the ruler, or clothespins? Hmm.. Ashley, how will you like having these big boobs of yours milked with all kinds of toys, squirmy girl?" "You're a good tweak and pull-toy, little niece," he said following his own advice and grasping Ashley's popped out eraser-like nipples, tweaking them between his thumb and index, and then giving them a long, slow, pull, stretching them out so that they pulled up her entire breast elongating it and making it into a cone whose apex was her imprisoned tit tips. Ashley's mouth opened and she panted lightly, as her entire chest heaved up to accompany her stretched out boobs, and when he released them suddenly her chest fell back. Edward watched greedily as waves of flesh rippled in her breasts. He inclined his head to her chest and gave each big nipple a long, slow lick, leaving a wet trail across each plump breast. He stepped back and watched the girl, giving her time to relax. Few of the girls whom he'd stripped and palpated unbeknownst to them on their first nights had reacted so strongly to stimulation. His least favorite type would lie dead to the world, totally insensate to the indignities performed on her helpless flesh. His darling young step-niece, he hoped, would be that other kind, diametrically opposed, who although rendered unconscious by the drug, and remembering nothing the next day, baffled at the soreness of her body, would nevertheless while under his ministrations squirm and cry out as if the indignities were being perpetrated on her in her dreams. With luck, he hoped, she could be made to feel guilty for what she imagined she had dreamt. Again, Edward used the tape and annotated various of his niece's measurements, freely handling her as he measured the distance between her nippies, and the diameter around each breast. "You're going to help me, Ash," he murmured, "to measure your bust, by thrusting your chest forward for me so I can slide the tape in." His mouth went to the nearer tit and fastened on her nipple. Back and forth his tongue laved the morsel imprisoned in his teeth, alternating hard flicks of his tongue with strong sucks. Ashley, once more reacted to her nipple's stimulation by whimpering and, after another nip of Edward's teeth, arching her back. "Good girly!" said Edward, sliding the tape beneath her body, and back over her bust. He added this very satisfactory measurement to the ones he had already taken of his victim. "Sigh," he said, "goodbye for now, my new playmates." He withdrew the tape, and brought the shirt's halves together, closing the two remaining buttons of Ashley's pajama top. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 01 His finger traced the silhouette curve of Ashley's body. He started at her finely boned cheeks, tracing her long neck and graceful shoulders, along her bust and waist, down onto her hips, where his fingers abandoned her outer curves for an incursion to the interior of her hips, coming to rest on the buttons in the flies at her groin. These buttons promptly ceded to his attentions and released the thin covering over the girl's panty clad mound. Carefully grasping both sides of her pants, Edward softly but firmly pulled them down towards her thighs. In the rear, the material resisted momentarily, as the girl's ass held the pants to itself, but an instant later the cloth started sliding from under her rump, loosened, and slid to bunch at her thighs. Edward was heartened to find that Ashley wore a style of panty more risque than he would have expected. They were semi-transparent, pink mesh, bikinis, with a lacy flower pattern. Through the front of her transparent panties, Edward examined the finely haired pubis of his charge, a triangle of fair dark wispy hair forming a heart above easily perceived cunt lips, themselves almost devoid of hair. "Panties down!" ordered Edward, as if the girl could obey him. He, however, had to perform the office for her, and grasping the panties, pulled their front down into her upper thighs baring her gently swelling pussy. He raked his fingers through her pubic hair, starting at its top and combing the fair wisps down to where they sparsened. There, one single finger became his ambassador, softly exploring the tender divide at the front of her pussy lips. Again, Ashley, did not disappoint. As her uncle's finger glided over her hooded clit and started to stroke the canyon walls of the front of her vulva, Ashley moaned softly and her hips twitched forward as her bottom clenched once. Edward smiled, enchanted, and blew on her pudendum, letting his breath stir her pubes. "One more charming bottom clench, Ashley," said her uncle, and gently jammed his free hand under her only partially lace covered buttocks, to palm both half-naked cheeks. Again, his finger, this time liberally spit covered, pressed at the swelling of her covered clit, and this time the entire shaft of lubricated finger intruded between Ashley's pussy lips, and nestled in the warmth there. The finger performed small sawing motions against the girl's body, and Ashley's bottom, once more trembled with a slight spasm. "Ashley, you are a natural bottom dancer aren't you, darling?" Edward lectured his niece, "won't it be wonderful when your bottom dances on my lap, honey?" He continued his ministrations of her slit, and Ashley's bottom took up the rhythm of his frigging, further encouraged by being squeezed in the same rhythm by the hand below her. Edward now flipped the girl over deftly, using the hand from her bottom to guide her hip over. Ashley turned easily over trapping her tormentor's hand between her pussy lips under her body. Her lacy panties covered only the lower curve of her full, rounded bottom, and not even that for long, as Edward yanked them down to her thighs, fully denuding her rump. Her splendid backside jutted up at Edward, smooth, pink skin, leading to twin dimples over it. Edward wriggled the fingers under Ashley's pussy, and watched the sympathetic spasms begin in her bottom, as it tensed and relaxed. At first, Ashley's bottom trembled, her rump cheeks shivering slightly, as if her bottom were cold. Edward raised his palm high over his head. His hand swung down in a long arc, connecting sharply with Ashley's nude bottom, sending a sharp bounce through Ashley's spanked cheek. The girl whimpered and her bottom began churning in earnest as her uncle's fingers bit into her vulva directing her bottom dance. Edward watched Ashley's nude bottom, while his own handprint reddened on it, writhe softly for a few moments, clenching and relaxing to the slowing pace of the friction his hand exerted on her pussy flesh. As he quieted his motions, so too her writhing slowed. Once her bottom had quieted, Edward leaned forward and kissed the mark his slap had left on his niece's rump, and gently pulled his hand out from under her. He opened and closed it repeatedly in the air, to reestablish circulation. He looked down at his niece, naked from the waist to her thighs, and felt well pleased. This was one of the best first night examinations he'd had the pleasure to perform, and he looked forward to the next days eagerly. Already, he had some plans for his niece which would soon provide his nephew Ralph and him fine entertainment. For now, though, he needed to address a need that had become most pressing while watching and fondling the young girl. He stepped out of the room for a moment, and returned after a brief interval carrying a small towel partially wetted with warm water. He approached the girl and considered her in her drugged sleep. Her face, its side nestled in her pillow, was turned to him, her mouth open relaxedly. He pulled open the flies of his pants, and released his confined erection. The evening's entertainment had taken its effect, and his cock dripped with pre-cum which had been flowing freely. He dried himself casually using the washcloth, then walked over to the recumbent beauty. Putting one hand behind her head, entwining the fingers in her auburn hair, he pulled the girl's face forward towards his crotch and bent his knees, bringing his penis towards her face. His cock touched the girl's cheek, in a soft, sticky, wet meeting. He used his hand to smear his secretions against her cheek, working his cock slowly towards the plump lips. Like some obscene lipstick, his cock slid onto her mouth, depositing its glossy balm on Ashley's plump lips. The unconscious girl turned her face away from his cock and turned her body to lie on her right side, and Edward, murmured, "We'll soon find a way to get you suckling cock like a good girl, but for now I think perhaps you want me to come on your freshly spanked bottom, as you've been so good as to maneuver it into position for me..." He stood and repositioned himself so he could bring his penis into contact with the girl's bottom. Placing the plum coloured head against her soft ass cheeks, he let his penis leak fluid on her until her bottom gleamed stickily. With his palm he pushed his cockhead into her soft flesh and began a fast backwards and forwards thrusting over her bottom, letting his cock foray between the cheeks and be massaged by the twin globes. As the girl's bottom heated up from his attentions, she again began to shift her hips, and Edward simultaneously dug his fingernails into the girl's left bottom cheek, scraped the soft flesh there deeply with his fingers, and then spasmed, flooding her bottom with semen. The white fluid spurted over the girl's nates, decorating them like sugar on a cake. Cum spurted into the deep cleft of her butt, strings of it spanning the cheeks like an iridescent bridge from one perfect half to the other. Edward stood panting, somewhat shakily, and gazed fondly down at his niece's jism-covered backside. He smiled, gleefully contemplating the further excitement the next days would bring. It took him only a few minutes to clean the girl up perfunctorily, pull her panties and bottoms back up and cover her. The light clicked off, and the door closed. The room at the end of the corridor became silent once more. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 02 Chapter 2. The First Breakfast "Ashley!" Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, drowsily. Her large, richly golden-flecked ochre eyes gazed sleepily at hew new room. Ashley awoke, disoriented, slightly dazed. Simultaneously she realized that she felt jet lagged and that she had been woken by someone's knocking at the door of her room. She groggily examined the room, taking in the old-fashioned stuffy furniture, and the weak, overcast light coming from the window across from her bed. "Ashley, are you awake? I've brought you some tea. It is quite late and we've been waiting for you to get up." Her uncle was at the door. Before she could respond, he had pushed open the door and entered, smiling. "Good morning, Ashley!" he said enthusiastically, "you've slept in quite a while, and Ralph has arrived. We've been waiting for you to make an appearance, but I thought that you might perhaps need something to wake you up a bit." Cheerfully, he placed the steaming teacup he was carrying on the dresser and sat in the chair next to it. "Up girl," he urged, "you'll be needing to be up early so that you can bring me the tea from now on. Well, just this once we can make an exception for my tired niece! Come have your tea." Ashley, fumbled with her covers, and sleepily sat up. Her shortish brown hair was charmingly mussed, and her pretty face puffed a bit from her profound sleep. She yawned a bit and responded, "Good morning, Uncle Edward." She was unaware, for the moment, that, due to her uncle's doctoring of her clothes the night before, her pajama shirt was fastened with only two buttons, one above her bust and one at her bellybutton, her full figure causing a substantial gape to form in the loose front of her shirt, showing the creamy-skinned inside of her proud, round breasts. She stood up, intending to reach over and take the cup of tea Edward held out for her. Just as her shirt inadequately covered her, the waistband of her pants also failed to stay up, and her pants drooped down exposing one hip to the top of her thigh. She became aware of the unaccustomed looseness of her clothes at precisely the same time as she heard her Uncle's shocked, indignant exclamation: "Ashley! What in blazes are you wearing?" She froze as he pulled back the proffered teacup, setting it down again, while fixing her with a stern gaze. "Young lady! Is THAT what you consider appropriate attire in which to present yourself to your new family? Have you not been taught some modesty and propriety? You are dressed like a SLATTERN after a night of debauchery! Your clothes are deplorable; they look like they have been ripped off you!" "We will not condone" he continued, gazing at her with a new sternness, "such wanton sloppiness here! Why look at you, your body fairly bursting out of your clothes in public. What have you to say for yourself?" Ashley was horrified and abashed. She was standing in front of her uncle with clothes which gaped and practically fell off her, and the modest girl felt exposed in front of s practical stranger for the first time. She stammered, "I... I... didn't... I mean..." "Enough!" interrupted Edward. "I know how to educate young ladies who are willful and wanton. I want you to go into that bathroom, brush your hair and teeth, and come down to breakfast EXACTLY as you are! You are not to put on any clothes, even shoes. If you are so eager to parade yourself in this fashion, you shall have ample opportunity. Now, go, and be downstairs in 3 minutes dressed precisely as you are, or you shall be punished severely! Do you understand?" Taking the teacup with him, in fact sipping from it as he left, Edward strode out of the room and down the stairs, leaving an astonished, barely awake young girl in his angry wake. Ashley stumbled forward to the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth and combed her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror, and embarrassedly explored her shirt for signs of what had happened. Evidently, two buttons had fallen off the old pajama during the night, leaving her shirt gaping hugely in the center. Though her breasts were big enough that only the inner flesh between them showed, she was, nevertheless, quite provocatively exposed. In addition to her disheveled top, her pants would not stay up without being held, but hung loosely from one hip or the other, showing a good bit of her lacy panties. She desperately considered changing clothes, or at least putting on a bra to hide her naked chest, but was too timorous to disobey her Uncle's direct order to go to breakfast exactly as she was dressed. He'd mentioned punishing her, and she didn't want to start her stay in Britain being grounded or having to do extra chores! Hurriedly, she finished combing her auburn hair, arranging it into the charming, neat longish page-boy she liked, and headed downstairs, holding her pants up with one hand. The stairs in the old house were narrow and spiraled down. The steps themselves were irregular in width. Ashley had to step carefully to avoid tripping on the unfamiliar steps. As she reached the bottom landing, she was called into the dining room by her uncle's stern voice: "Ashley! Come in and meet your cousin Ralph." She entered the room. The room was wallpapered in an old fashioned raised felt in a sepia pattern, sporting urns and intertwining vegetation. In the middle of the room was a fair sized round table. The far corner, by the large glass doors leading to the back garden, was taken up by a small grand piano. Several bookcases and a small side table took up one wall, and several paintings were arranged around the room. Most of these, though the distraught girl was too preoccupied with her predicament to notice it, featured partially unclad, somewhat cherubic, young females sporting with numerous, properly clothed men. The compromisingly clad young girl stood just inside the room, holding her pants up with one hand, and attempting to keep her shirt closed with the other. Gazing at her coolly from where they sat at the table were sat Uncle and a young man who she assumed was her new step-cousin, Ralph. Ralph, Ashley noticed, had sandy hair combed neatly to one side, was tall and lanky and appeared slightly older than herself. He was well dressed, and looked at her with a sardonic, but perhaps sympathetic smile. Ashley thought he was quite good looking, with strong features, and an athletic build. She was keenly aware of being presented to this young man in pajamas, and, worse, in pajamas that would practically falling off her were she to let go of the various bits she was holding tightly! "Ashley is under the impression," Edward explained to Ralph, staring at the girl sternly as he said this, "that the style of undress she is in is appropriate, and to indulge our guest, I have decided that she should be permitted to wear it for us. Ashley, say hello to your cousin. And stand properly. Hands at your side!" The girl let her hands drop slowly to her side, releasing her shirt and pants. The shirt promptly gaped open and her pants slid down one leg, baring the sleek bone of one hip, showing a glimpse of her panties, and her thigh on that side. She shuddered in humiliation, but managed a meek greeting. "Hello, Ralph." "Hi Ash!" responded the youth, with a friendly intonation. Ashley decided she liked him, and began to hope they would be friends. Relief flooded her momentarily. She blushed furiously as she saw that Ralph was casually and freely examining her body, realizing that the disarray of her clothes gave him plenty of opportunity to gaze at exposed flesh. "Go into the kitchen, Ashley, where you will find a tray of breakfast items prepared for us, and bring it here. Quickly girl!" Ashley turned and fled into the small kitchen and picked up the tray she found waiting there. She walked back to the dining room balancing the tray's contents carefully, and lay it on the table. Following her uncle's instructions, she poured tea for each of the men, leaning forwards with the hot, heavy, teapot to pour into the small cups. As she lent forward, she could feel her shirt spread itself wider and her breasts swing free and towards the opening in her shirt. She dared not look up at the men, and prayed that they were not watching her. Which, of course, they were. Unobserved by the bashful girl as she poured each of them their tea, each man gazed languorously into the parted folds of Ashley's shirt, tracing with his gaze the contours of the young girl's heavy tits as they swayed forward pendulously. When the girl turned away from one man to serve the other, the one behind her took the opportunity to study carefully her swelling bottom with its charmingly displayed, naked hip, made to jut further against the cotton pants by the girl's bending away from her observer. "Shameful, Ashley, your state of undress!" scolded her Uncle. "This is a lesson I expect we will have to emphasize with you repeatedly. Go stand in the corner, but while serving face outward. Oh, put your hands on your head and keep your gaze on the floor. We'll call you if you need to serve us." Ashley walked over to the corner to which her Uncle had pointed and put her hands on her head. This movement, as intended by her Uncle, caused her shirt to open even wider, and her boobs were on display baring both breasts almost to the inner edge of her aureolas. In fact, as the girl trembled, the inner curve of the very large medallion of darker skin around her nipples would occasionally peek out at the two men from behind the spread open shirt. Her shirt also rode up, baring her belly from the navel down, and her pants sagged in the center, revealing her lacy panties sufficiently that an inch or two of her pubic hair was visible under them. Ashley didn't understand how she had gotten into this predicament. She was always proper, even prudish, with her body, and suddenly she was standing in front of two men showing them more of her body than she'd shown anyone before. She gazed down, and a tear sprang from her eye and coursed down her cheek. Ralph and his father ate their breakfast, calling Ashley over once to refill their cups. As she did so, she tried to hunch her shoulders forward so as to minimize the chances of a breast becoming fully visible, barely succeeding in avoiding her tit from coming totally out of her shirt. As she walked back to the corner to assume her position though, her pants slid even further down so they now hung only by her lower hips, and bared almost the entire front of her panties, save for an inch or two at the depth of the V between her legs. "Ralph," Edward lectured, "your little cousin is a perfect example of lax American upbringing with no standards or disciple! Look at her, displaying herself as if she were a whore! Coming to table with her chest exposed, breasts hanging free and swinging! Do you think, young lady, that we are eager to examine every nuance of your undergarments at breakfast!" Ashley's stomach contracted with fear. Her new Uncle who had been so nice moments earlier and the day before, was now visibly and properly enraged with her. She hadn't meant to, but certainly her state of dress was a clear sign of slovenly disrespect to her hosts. More tears rolled softly from her blurry hazel eyes. "Turn around, young lady. Nose in the corner. Stand on your tiptoes, and stay that way until I return." Ashley slowly turned and faced the wall. She stood on her toes as instructed. After a few moments, this became somewhat uncomfortable, but not too bad. She concentrated on the long, furry stripes, twining leaves and vines in the wallpaper. She felt much better facing away from the men, as from the rear she was pretty effectively covered. She heard Edward leave the room. She continued facing the wall, trying to guess what her cousin was doing. She heard him finishing his breakfast and envisioned him looking at the paper in front of him. In fact, her cousin was sipping his tea, and eating a toast, while staring at the new girl closely. He was examining the swell of her hips, and how her rump filled her pajama bottoms, how her fine calves taughtened with the strain of holding herself on tiptoe. Relaxing in his chair, drinking his sweetened tea, Ralph stared at Ashley's thinly covered ass, tracing with his eyes the delicate pattern of the lacy panties visible through the cotton. He watched frightened little trembling motions course through the girl's thighs and buttocks. Finally, Ralph stood and put down his cup. He sauntered over behind Ashley. She felt his warm presence just behind her, and the warm woolly smell from his sweater. He stood next to her. He placed his hand on her naked hip softly, soothingly. She jumped slightly at the contact of his fingers against her hip, right next to the exposed side strap of her panties. She felt his fingers lightly stroke her skin and the lace there. "Ashley," he whispered, bringing his mouth up next to her ear, "don't worry. My Dad has a temper, but he's really a kind soul and his rages pass quickly if he isn't provoked. Try to stay on his good side and it'll be fine!" "He is reading his paper in the other room," Ralph continued, "you can relax until I see him returning. Here, sit down on the floor there so you can jump back up if you need to!" Relief coursed through the young girl. Ralph was on her side. He was sympathetic to her plight and was helping her. She let herself kneel down and then sat on the floor hugging herself, closing her shirt. For a few moments, Ralph bent down next to the girl, and smoothed her hair, whispering, "It's ok. Don't worry. It'll be fine." She looked up at him with her trusting clear eyes, wide in distress and incipient relief, and said, "Thank you, Ralph. I don't know how I got myself into this trouble... it..." Ralph interrupted her. "Quick, he's coming back. Get back in position." He took hold of the pants at her hip, and in order to help her stand, pulled up on them. As he pulled, the remaining uncut stitches in the seat of her pajama bottoms gave way with a slight tearing sound, leaving an eight inch open tear in her pants at the very center of her backside. She heard the rip, but had no idea what had caused it and was back facing the corner and on her toes when Edward reentered the room. For a few moments, he said nothing. She trembled in the corner. He approached her. He placed himself behind her and addressed her softly, "It just gets worse, doesn't it?" She didn't understand to what he was referring until she felt his hand, cold and immediate and intensely personal, rest itself on her backside where it was exposed by the tear. She felt his finger on the naked skin of the lower, bared portion of one ass cheek, and realized that her bottom was partly on display. She gasped. Edward took the edges of the tear in his hands and pulled apart the seam of the pajama bottoms framing Ashley's exposed, pantied ass, tearing the flimsy, already ripped, garment in half and completing the unveiling of his niece's bottom. Ashley heard the tearing sound, then felt her pajama pants fall, torn, off her hips, slide down her legs, and pool at her ankles. "Oh...no...no...!" she implored, standing on her tiptoes, her long naked legs revealed stretched tautly, her skimpy lacy underpants the only meager covering for the lower part of her body. Both men stared intently at the full globes decorated but not hidden by Ashley's panties. Edward barked, "Into the study, girl! Don't pick up your pants, I want you waddling in there. I'll have no more nonsense. You are to be spanked for your sluttish showing off, and spanked soundly as befits a young girl who thinks it proper to parade her bottom and boobs to her uncle and her cousin. We shall see if you are as eager to show off your anatomy once it has been properly chastened." Ashley's tears began in earnest, and she froze, not moving until Edward gave her a push in the direction of the door. She then began shuffling downcastly towards the door. Edward and Ralph followed the girl towards the living room, gazing at her quivering bottom as she hobbled, restricted in her motion by the torn pajama bottoms at her ankles. Ashley sobbed. Ralph and Edward looked at one another. They exchanged delighted grins and followed the girl into the living room. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 03 Chapter 3. Ways and Means The room into which Ashley shuffled her ill-clad form was filled with light. As opposed to the darker, more formal dining area, the living room featured a large picture window looking onto a lush front garden protected from the street by a high, dark green hedge. Yellow and green light from the flowers in the garden tinted the gauzy, translucent curtains. One end of the picture window was darkened by the shadow of an elm set to the side of the house. The wallpaper in this room sported the same vases and vegetation motif used in the dining room, but the felt of the pattern was a yellow shade of green, lending the room a more open, summery air. Two large bookcases on the far wall flanked a large fireplace with an organically curved white marble lintel resembling the nacreous limbs of some creature half vegetable, half woman. Two deep, comfortable, striped damask chaises set away from the window were separated by a low round table heaped with books and newspapers heaped and a large vase from which cascaded a selection of white and purple flowers in a formal arrangement. The floor was covered by a full, white, faux-fur carpet, extending almost to the edges of the room, leaving a wooden parquet border 3 feet wide on all sides. The long hairs of the carpet felt warm under Ashley's bare feet, the furry threads twining softly and comfortably between her toes. Warmth permeated the room from the large, glowing logs in the fire grate, the palpably warm air soothing on Ashley's exposed legs. An overstuffed, dark tan corduroy sofa was set on the edge of the carpet towards the wall adjacent to the door. The remaining wall was occupied by another bookcase containing a large television, as well as various shelves of books. Against this wall there was also leather armchair, larger than the other two chairs in the room, and an old, walnut, rolltop desk, its cover open. The artwork on the walls in this room consisted of a pair of framed watercolors in bright washes of color applied over black ink, reminiscent of Dufy renderings. They both depicted the view from the privileged balcony of a hotel or villa, over the azure bay surrounding an old and established, wealthy, town. The amber shoreline in the painting was dotted with impressionistic black brushstrokes washed in emerald green, which managed, though merely a brief flick of ink and color, to perfectly conjure palm trees. Above the fireplace hung the largest painting in the room, an early twentieth-century oil in a slim, silver, deco frame. Warm sunlight from above and beyond the confines of the canvas illuminated a sculptor and the statue of a naked and well-rounded nymph he had been carving until the moment when she'd evidently come to life, and bent her head to join her lips to those of her surprised creator. The process of her incarnation was clearly still incomplete as the warm skin tones of her cheeks, upper back, and the one visible side of a perfect breast, had not yet diffused to her full buttocks and thighs, which still evidenced the cool whiteness of her marble origins. Edward walked over to the chair by the table and sank into it, crossing his legs in the boneless, feminine, European fashion impossible to American men. He gazed benignly at his niece, watching the girl look around the room. Examining the setting, she felt a renewed sense of what she'd first felt in her Uncle's perfectly-upholstered car, a sense of being an intruder in a wealthy, perfect, life containing no elements of disorder. Her current state of extreme dishevelment, both the torn rags barely covering her, and the emotions she felt, were the one incongruous element in the scene. The one part of the tableaux needing work and polishing. Her Uncle began speaking softly. She stood in the center of the room, and Ralph watched from the vantage point of the sofa's arm on which he sat relaxed. Edward's words, she was surprised to note, focussed on precisely the feelings of inadequacy the girl was suffering. "Ashley," began Edward sonorously, lecturing, "you are a lucky girl." He paused, while Ashley shifted her weight nervously on her naked legs and felt distinctly unlucky. "I know," he continued, "that you don't yet know this. You are at this moment afraid; you are ashamed to be standing before us in your current deplorably attired state. You feel awkward and exposed. "Your current outward situation mirrors, possibly for the first time in your young life, your own inner turmoil and lassitude. You are lucky--not insomuch as you are standing in a room displaying your tartish, next to and soon to be naked body to your relatives--but in that I am an expert in educating young people like yourself, adrift with no sense of their own balance and place in the world. "Ralph," he motioned to the young man, "kindly fetch the camera and a notebook from the desk." As Ralph moved to the desk, crossing behind Ashley, Edward continued, "Ralph is a very dedicated photographer. He shall document these training sessions for our future reference and your further education. Ralph, please take as many pictures of these proceedings as you can. I want to have an artistically compelling record of our youngster's progress." "Look at me please while I speak, Ashley." Edward's voice was gentle, but there was no doubt in Ashley's mind of the seriousness of the orders they dictated, no matter how politely he might seem to be qualifying his demands. "Why are you and so many young persons like you adrift and shiftless in this age? Why is it in your mind acceptable to entertain a low moral standard, to, for example, come to table dressed in rags. Lack of respect, Ashley. Lack of respect for others, and lack of respect for yourself." "You don't care how you present yourself because you lack respect for yourself; you don't care how you are perceived because you lack respect for others." "And, why is that? There is a very simple reason. It is easy to fall into the trap a little at a time. It is easy to relax ones standards for oneself a little each day, suffering only the most minor consequences for each slip of control over oneself. The effect over a short period may not even be noticeable. However, over time, ones standards and ones judgement are eroded to the point that one finds and even accepts oneself in situations which one would have been aghast to have envisioned at the outset of our journey." "Having understood the process whereby someone like yourself, with no evil intent surely, falls into turpitude, it becomes simple to conceive a method for counteracting this tendency. And this, Ashley, is the cornerstone of the theory for my training program--of your training program for the next months, while you reside here, young lady. "Instead of allowing the slow slip of standards caused by the normal consequence of small acts of lack of respect for oneself and others, we will magnify the gravity of the consequences, so that even minor acts of defiance, disrespect, dishonesty, and breaches of standards, place the subject in an exaggeratedly disadvantageous state. Rather than being unaware of the small toll exacted by a small loosening of standards, the excessive discomfort it will cause you will make you aware of the seriousness of that downward course." "Do you understand my point to now Ashley?" Ashley's lip trembled, and she refrained from answering. Edward waited patiently, regarding the nervous girl, and seeing that her Uncle clearly expected her to say something, she stammered, "I... I think so." "Good, good. By the way, Ashley, when you're not being trained, as you are at the moment, you may choose to call me 'Uncle' or 'Uncle Edward,' but while in one of these sessions, you shall please refer to me as 'Sir' and you shall use that title whenever you address me. As in 'Yes, Sir' or 'I think so. Sir', or, should I be requesting information from you and it be appropriate, 'No, Sir.' The latter will not likely be your response when asked to perform some action, though. Please, keep that in mind?" "Yes, Sir," responded Ashley, feeling quite clearly where control of her current situation rested. "Good. Hands on your head again, please." Ashley again placed her palms behind her ears. Her shirt, as expected, gapped open, revealing her belly. "So, you are a lucky girl. Lucky because I know what ails you, and luckier still because I know how to cure you. You will leave this house having acquired a new elegance, confidence, and aplomb. When you complete your training, you will be a young lady who you would now, at this moment, idolize and wish to emulate." Edward stood, and walked to the fireplace, and rearranged a log in the fireplace using an iron poker dangling from a rough, wrought iron stand next to a small pile of logs. He put a hand on the mantlepiece, and turned to look at the girl. "What are the elements of my training program? They are simple: self-respect, discipline and obedience, honesty, and language." "You will be expected to be disciplined and respect yourself and others. You will be expected to be obedient and honest, and to use language precisely and creatively. Conversely, a lapse of any of the above will result in your being quickly and emphatically stripped, temporarily, of your self-respect, of discipline being imposed on you arbitrarily and seemingly unfairly, of your being subjected to cruel, coarse, and denigrating language. "One of the strongest stimuli I will use to counter tendencies which would otherwise over the course of time cheapen you and your self-worth will be to instead immediately lessen your own momentary self-image. "This will be done by causing you humiliation and embarrassment. A moment's forced degradation now will prevent you from subjecting yourself to many years of unconscious self-degradation in the future. Your humiliation will be accomplished using language, physical posture, and sometimes a certain amount of pain. "Pain, Ashley, is not something I believe in per se. It will never be the principal focus of your treatment, but will be present only to force you to concentrate on the moment. Pain is evanescent, temporary. while it is being felt, however, it is most efficacious at making us aware only of the present. "The pain, the humiliation, all will fade quickly. They will be a strong contrast to the majority of your time here, during which you will be treated like the respected and respectful person you will become, and subjected to the kind of life to which you would otherwise only aspire fruitlessly." Edward stopped speaking, gazed at his tremulous niece, and indicated the desk behind her with a crooked finger. "Please fetch me the black leather trainer from that desk, Ashley, then resume your current position." The girl looked around to the roll-top desk, and hurried over to it. On it lay a number of notebooks, a fountain pen, a cigar cutter and a box of cigars. She looked towards her Uncle, shyly questioningly. "Open the first drawer, Ashley, inside you will find a box. Put that on the desk and open it." The old wood of the drawer slid smoothly on its well-waxed hinges, and Ashley lifted out an inlaid wooden box a bit wider and flatter than a shoebox, and about twice as long. She opened it. The lid came off entirely, releasing the smell of old, oiled leather from the contents, at which she stared. She stood motionless, looking into the box. She didn't understand what all the items were, but they made her think of horses and riders, and of the traditional hardware that ensured one did the bidding of the other. From among the belts, cords, silvered clips and other items in the box, she drew out a long, slim wand, encased in stiff leather. It was thicker in the handle, then flattened and tapered along its 18 inches of length. Another last 6 inches were added to it by a doubled loop of pliable leather stitched to its end. This was, Ashley thought to herself, what made the horse go. Her mind seemed to fill with cotton, and only slowly evoked her Uncle threatening her with spanking. A dropping feeling she had in her belly was proof that her body was less slow than her mind was in making the obvious conclusions. She held this out to her Uncle, and shuffled over to him. She then went back to the center of the room, and slowly placed her hands on her head again. "Two things Ashley," commented her Uncle, as he walked up behind her. He tapped on one calf with the training whip softly. "Elevated heels serve to lengthen the female contour, bring out the curves of the calves and thighs, as well as thrust forward the bosom, and rearwards the posterior. As such, they improve female posture and self-image. We will be procuring you an admirable collection of these shortly, and except where for one reason or another you are required not to wear them, you will be expected to always do so. "As you are not suitably accoutered at the moment, please stand on your tiptoes to at least emulate some of the required effect. The girl obeyed, stretching her shoulders and torso upwards, taughtening the back of her legs and rising on her toes. "Secondly, the remains of this shirt," Edward said as he walked around Ashley, then used the whip to trace one inner edge of the gap in the pajama shirt, its leather tip softly scraping down the inside of Ashley's partly covered breast, "are an insult to your looks and to those of us who are observing you. Please remove it." Ashley gasped and made no movement, as if by pretending she hadn't heard this she could prevent the order from having been given. She blinked her eyes humidly. Edward watched her for a moment, then he held the baton up horizontally and placed it slowly in front of her mouth. He gently pressed the center of the whip against Ashley's lips. Without conscious thought she opened her mouth and allowed her Uncle to rest the baton on her teeth. "Hold that please, and don't slobber on it," he instructed. She brought her teeth down on the whip softly, tasting the leather and feeling the stitching on her tongue. Edward disappeared from her viewpoint and she turned to look. She watched him looking into the box on the desk, and selecting what looked like a long flat ruler. It looked twice as wide, perhaps two inches wide, as a normal ruler. Edward looked up at her. She quickly looked forward, and heard him come up next to her. Edward held the wide ruler at one end, and swung it back. He looked down at the girl's pantied bottom taughtened as she stood on her toes, selecting his target. The lower leg seams of the girl's lacy underwear left a few inches of springy buttock flesh uncovered, facing back at him, below which her bottom cheeks curved under to merge with her thighs. It was this part of Ashley's uncovered bottom cheeks onto which Edward brought the wide ruler smacking down. He slapped the whippy wooden slat across his niece's jouncy ass three times in quick succession before she fully registered even the first blow. Ashley's mind first heard the loud splat of the rod against her flesh, followed a split-second after by a burst of stinging sensation in her bottom, which, due to the measured force of the blow, was intense but superficial. The two more slaps which followed the first almost without a pause deepened the sting considerably. "Oowwww! Fuck!" exclaimed the girl, and brought her hands down quickly from her head, to clutch the lower cheeks of her posterior. As she shouted she dropped the training whip from between her teeth. Edward quickly took hold of her slim wrists with his free hand and held them together easily. "Ashley, there are many rules you will need to be taught," he said, pulling her arms back and up by her wrist, forcing her to bend forward slightly and thrust outward her bottom. "On your toes!" She tried to rise on her toes from the awkward slightly bent position, which caused her weight to shift forward so she was balanced only by her uncle's pull on her arms. "You will be allowed, even encouraged," explained Edward, "to moan and cry..." He thrashed the ruler across the naked lower slope of Ashley's naked right bottom cheek violently, making it shake with the impact, "but you will NOT be allowed any exclamations, especially any foul language. Any violation of this will immediately entail additional and severe punishment." A strong ruler spank across the left followed, and Ashley suited action to his indication by panting exclamations, "Ah... Ah... Ah..." "You'll have far greater temptation, I assure you, to use profanity than you've been given in this initial little bottom warming, young lady! Your pudgy backside has only acquired the first shades of pink which will be warmed to a nice red glow by the end of this session, I assure you! "You're also," SMACK!!! went the ruler, "NOT to let anything drop which you were told to hold, whether it is between your teeth," one quick flick of the ruler landed on each thigh—Ashley whimpered and wiggled under the lashing, "or," continued Edward, "between your round bottom cheeks, or your big, hanging boobs! "Hands back on your head! Resume your position!" ordered Edward, releasing Ashley's hands. She rubbed the pinched flesh of her wrist quickly and stood upright, placing her hands on the sides of her head, in the original positions she had held. Her quivering thighs strained as she again came up on her toes. "That's right," Edward commented, taking the whip from the floor and using it to once more trace the contours of the girl's open shirt , "you'll learn to be obedient, slut! Your body, so long as you don't treat it with the respect it is due, will be subject to the most base treatment and description. Now, as I ordered before, you are to remove, immediately, this sorry excuse for a shirt" Slowly, but without wanting to appear to hesitate, Ashley, unbuttoned the remaining two fasteners on her shirt, and pulled the cotton shirt open. Her large, pale breasts came into view, and her silver dollar sized, deep red-pink nipples were exposed to the observation of Edward and Ralph. Edward pulled the shirt the rest of the way off her torso, leaving the girl totally topless, with her breasts hanging before her, taughtened by her outstretched arms perched behind her ears. Her slim naked belly rose and fell with her fevered breathing. "Well, Ashley," commented Edward, running the tip of the whip along the outer curve of her right breast, "you seem to be pretty well endowed—your tits are full and fat, and those big, dark, nipples of yours are going to definitely need to be tugged and pinched to encourage your behavior!" The whip gently slid over the full, white, flesh of her right breast, and the leather loop at its end softly indented her areola, bending her nipple over, before it sprang back into position facing slightly upwards. "So, our little Ashley is, as you can see Ralph, bountifully hung with good sized boobs. Which as we've seen she seems to want to take every possible occasion to show off in skimpy, inappropriate dress! Don't you, Ashley? Like to flash those tits? Tell us, now, what size are they? What size bra do you wear, when you do wear one, which you evidently don't seem to want to do around us?" Ashley's lips trembled with shame and shock, as she stood on her tiptoes, displaying her naked chest to the two men. Her uncle's raw comments on her body, and the way that she was being forced to display it, made her want to sink to the carpet and cry. But she didn't dare move. She knew she had to answer. "I... I wear a 34 C... I always wear a bra ...Owww!" This last yelp was caused by the training whip swiping through the air and landing on her panty covered bottom cheek. "Ashley, if I want elaboration from you, I shall ask for it!" commanded her Uncle sternly. "Ralph, please go to your cousin, and stand next to her. I shall be needing your assistance with some preliminary training." Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 03 The boy stood and walked over to where the girl stood whimpering, tears coming to her eyes. He smiled at her, but she could not bring herself to meet his eye, embarrassed at his being able to examine her feminine contours, clad only in her transparent panties, and at his observing her being spanked like a child. "A few terms, now, Ashley, with which you will need to be very familiar! These are the standard panty positions. You are currently in the panty up position. That position may well, we will find, need to be kept to a minimum. "Then we have the panties well-up position: that is with your panties wedged well up into your bottom and cunny lips. Ralph, please help Ashley to assume panties well-up!" Ralph bent towards the near-naked girl, and took hold of the waistband of her panties in the rear He pulled up slowly on the material, causing the lace to begin to bunch. He continued, and the lace thickened into a scratchy cord of material and slid along the girl's curved asscheeks, up into the deep cleft between the pinkened, jutting cheeks. Ashley felt her bottom being uncovered of what little protection it still had, and her breath came in panicked pants. Her legs and rear writhed and squirmed delicately, as if to try to slow the process of having her bottom exposed. "In the panties well-up position, which Ralph is helping you with, your naughty bottom cheeks should be naked and held apart by the panties wedged in them. Now Ralph, please help her with the front of her panties..." Ralph let his fingers trace across her hips, and then came down on one strip of lace which snugly held the side of Ashley's panty on her hip. He began pulling this up. He repeated the same on the other side, causing the lace to pull into the cleft between the girl's genitals and her legs, making her little front mound puff outward daintily. "No Ralph, make sure that her cunny lips are well separated," corrected Edward. Ashley looked straight ahead in order not to see what her cousin was doing to her, but she felt his fingers slide onto her mons and felt his thumb and index finger take hold of the side seam of the front gusset of her panty, stroking familiarly over one puffy vaginal lip. She moaned in shame. Ralph tugged the seam into her delicate cunt slit and the yanked upward on the front of her underpant with his other hand. Ashley's body jerked softly upward as he hauled the lace into her slit. Edward commented, "Ashley, you are sweating in a most unladylike fashion! The sheen on your tits is most unbecoming. You must learn to keep yourself more presentable!" He reached out and placed his palm on one upturned boob, smearing her nervous perspiration over her chest and lightly squeezing his niece's bouncy, ripe young tit. Ralph now wedged the other side of her panty gusset into her slit, actually pinching her pussy lip with his fingers and pulling it out of the lace in which it hid. Ashley whimpered, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Edward queried Ralph, "Please tell Ashley what constitutes the correct panties well-up position and indicate the portions of her slutty anatomy which she needs to ensure are in place" "Well," Ralph said, "her panties will need to be hauled well up her hips on the side..." he traced her hips with his palms, then descended onto her exposed ass, letting his palms cup and jostle the warmed cheeks. "Her bottom must also be uncovered, like this, with the panty pulled well into her bottom-crack, and the cheeks held apart by it." His finger traced the cloth bunched into her bum. "In front, Uncle, Ashley's cunny should be split open by the cloth of the panty, and the lips," he traced her delicate fleshy lips with a finger to the girl's astonished alarm, "must be well out of the garment, enveloping and covering it." "Very good Ralph. Now, please help Ashley with the at-thigh position. "This position is one you will like, Ashley, as it will allow you to exercise the exhibitionistic tendencies you seem to be determined to show us, by showing us your naked ass and pussy. Isn't that what you want, little one?" "No, oh no..." whimpered Ashley. Her uncle reached out and lightly grasped her right nipple, pinched it between his fingers and began pulling it. "It will do you no good to lie, girl," he said, "so I recommend you ask Ralph please to pull down your panties. Now!" He squeezed her nipple hard and pulled the breast up by it. She whimpered and responded, "Please, aaahhh, pull my panties down for me." "Say sir." Commanded Edward, giving her another strong nipple tug. "Pull them down, please, sir!" she whispered. Ralph took hold of the bunched up panties, and jerked them off her hips, pulling the lace out of her bottom crack and her slit, and bunching the panties at the top of her thighs. Both men looked at the stripped girl, examining her silkily dark-haired triangle. Her uncle cupped one full ass cheek with one hand, and hefted the near breast with the other. He indicated to Ralph to do the same on the other side. The boy placed a hand on Ashley's naked seat, and also grabbed a bare tit. "Ashley has clearly been wanting to have her feminine, plump little body pressed and weighed like this, so let's oblige her. Get a good handful of her bottom cheek and her boobs. Do you feel how softly plump she is? That's right, rock her a bit by her naughty body, back and forth, back and forth. Push on her butt, then pull on her boob. Now mash her breast back a bit, and make her bottom rest on your hand! Good." SMACK! SMACK! Edwards hand slapped Ashley's full bottom rhythmically. Ralph held her steady using his grip on her other buttock. "Ashley, we need to know some more about your slutty little body... How much does it weigh? How tall are you?" Ashley writhed while the men felt her up, but answered, "I'm 5 foot 4, and I weigh 110 pounds, sir." Edward made a mental note of Ashley's weight. The exact figure would help him to gauge the exact amount of his soporific concoction with which to dose the girl on those evenings when he would be wanting to indulge himself with her beyond what he wanted her to be aware of. By giving her the minimum dose dictated by her body weight, he could keep the girl unconscious but responsive. The evening before he had estimated, leaving a healthy margin for error so that the girl would not wake up. However, a heavy dose served to keep the girl unmoving and unresponsive, diminishing the enjoyment he would have from her sleeping reactions and motions. "You are in reasonable shape, Ashley. We can't allow your level of fitness to diminish during your stay here. We need to find an exercise program for you. Tell me, what do you do to stay in shape. Do you like to dance" "I... I like to dance...sir... and I run sometimes and do sit ups." "Good, good, we will continue your exercise regimen, and you will be encouraged to practice regularly. Ralph and I will personally supervise your training sessions and include regular dancing practice, especially bottom dancing. Do you know what bottom dancing is, girl? You'll enjoy doing it for us, and it tones the buttocks splendidly. "Bottom dancing involved rhythmic contraction and relaxation of your bottom, while writhing it back and forth and side to side, in time to music. It isn't easy, but with appropriate hands-on coaching from us, you will be a star in no time." Edward laughed, tapping his palm on Ashley's bare bottom cheek. "I am sure," Edward commented languidly, while he and his nephew squeezed the girl's full naked posterior and her heavy, pendulous breasts, "that our little slut, here, is enjoying having her bottom and boobs held and spanked." His palm swung back and forth, spanking Ashley's bottom repeatedly several more times. "Ralph, I'd like you to check that she isn't enjoying this too much. Just run your fingers over the crotch of her panties, please, and tell me if it is wet." Aghast, Ashley felt the boy's hand abandon the nipple it was squeezing and cup her pussy, then push down between her legs brushing her lips. The nerves, fear, and shame had made her sweat and lubricate, and she could feel her dampness on his hand. "Sir, the panties are very wet, and so is her cunt," reported Ralph. Releasing her, and stepping back, Edward motioned to Ralph to do the same. The stood before the naked girl, and Edward ordered, "Take off the panties and hold them up, Ashley." The slight hesitation she showed was quickly overcome when Edward again picked up the whip. The sight of it was enough to get the girl moving quickly, pushing her panties down her thighs, then stepping out of them one leg at a time. She held the bunched up, lacy pink garment momentarily, then held it out shyly. Edward took it from her hand, and untwisted it. He gazed at the cotton crotch of the panty and ran his finger over the moistness there. "Ashley, stick out the tip of your tongue!" he ordered. He then brought the crotch of her panties up to her tongue, and told her "I want you to feel how wet your naughty pussy has gotten! Lick it!" The girl was forced to comply, and brought her tongue against the cotton containing her own, sweet, pungent secretions. She gagged. Edward pushed the panties into her mouth enough so that she could hold them but with most of the cloth emerging from her lips. "Bend over, hands on your calves!" The panty-gagged, totally naked, girl complied, bending at the waist and placing her palms on the back of her taut, rounded, calves. Edward came up to her and placed a hand lightly on the far hip, holding the girl, then began a slow but steady spanking with his palm, alternating bottom cheeks with his blows. He started spanking softly, but after about ten spanks, he had built up force and rhythm, until the blows were of modest intensity, each one flattening Ashley's buttock, and making waves ripple through her bottom flesh. As he spanked her, Ashley reacted to the sting in her buttocks by moaning, and shifting her weight from leg to leg on each spank. The effect, observed by the two men, was delicious. A spasmodic writhing motion enveloped her entire waist, hips, bottom, and thighs as she rocked from side to side under her uncle's slapping palm. Ralph took pictures while Edward continued spanking his niece, letting his palm strike the crest of her out-thrust bottom, then letting it land on the outer, fleshy part of each cheek, driving each bottom half in towards its mate, which bounced outwards with the impact. Another series of crisp spanks, accompanied by outcries and whimpers from the girl being punished, entailed his hand coming down on the inside of one buttock, slapping it outward, so the meaty hemisphere was separated from its twin, revealing momentarily the private bud between her cheeks. And yet another series of spanks was delivered with the palm striking her bottom cheeks one after another, swinging into her soft, round globes from below, so they bounced up, only to be then hit again as the abused ass-cheeks fell back. By that time, Ashley's twisted mouth issued moans in a continuous lament, and tears leaked copiously from her anguished clear eyes. After a few minutes of this, Ashley's bottom was aflame and a deep rose color. Her cheeks too, were wet and pink from crying. Edward commented, "Ralph, the pictures of Stacey's spanking will be very useful in her correction. The contrast of the white skin of her lower back with the redness of her naughty backside..." and here he smacked the subject in question with a snapping motion of his wrist to impart speed and sting to the spank, "will make it evident to anyone we are forced to show the pictures to for the sake of Ashley's education, just how badly our American slut here needs her ways amended for her!" As she whimpered, Edward's hand cupped each of her flaming hot, pained ass cheeks, testing the spring and resiliency of the punished skin, then pinching a section of flesh at the lower curve of her buttock, and following that with a series of fast spanks in which her uncle brought his hand back and forth across the outer portions of her posterior, slapping her right butt cheek hard on the inward swing, and backhanding the tender left cheek on the outward. Ashley's abused bottom danced under the spanks, as her legs churned and her buttocks clenched and unclenched beautifully. The two men watched the young woman's distress, her churning bottom and bouncing ass cheeks, with satisfaction and lust. The stripped teenager's bottom bounced and bobbed under her Uncle's stern hand, and the photographs would show how thoroughly well-dominated Ashley was at the moment, as her Uncle commanded her bottom to dance under his palm. The spanks slowed as the crimson hue spread to the outside of her buttocks and thighs, finally ending with a pair of stiff handed, strong smacks to the backs of her thighs. "Stand up!" ordered Edward. "Now that you've had your first lesson, Ashley, I want you to go upstairs. I want you to shower, and I want you to shave your pubic hair. A self-respecting girl should have a well-defined, small, triangle of pubic hair, ending above her slit." His finger traced over the girls' pubis illustrating his explanation, "and leaving the lips hairless." After you're done, I want you to select an appropriate nightgown, and I want you to show Ralph your handiwork. "If he deems it well-done, I shall take his word for it, and after you join us for a spot of lunch, we will be going out and doing some shopping for you. I trust that you have learned at least an initial lesson, and we will start to procure for you the beginnings of a wardrobe suitable for a dignified, self-confident, and attractive woman. "Take those panties out of your mouth, thank me and Ralph for helping you in your development, and go upstairs." The girl reached up and removed her panties from her mouth, and held them in both hands, while looking down at the floor. Timidly, she said, "Thank you sir... Thank you, Ralph." Glancing up to see if Edward was satisfied with her response, she saw him give her a paternal smile, and indicate with a toss of his head the door. She bolted for it. Ralph and Edward watched her naked back and thighs disappear, framing a naked, very female, and very thoroughly reddened bottom. When her uncle indicated the door, Ashley didn't consciously decide to run. Her body, which had been riveted in place, on display in the living room for her uncle and cousin, felt suddenly freed. Without any thought or consideration, her body launched itself out of the room, her legs pumping hard as she shot up the stairs towards her room. Relief coursed through her, and strong sobs came to her mouth. She ran to her room, threw closed the door and leapt onto her bed, burying her head in her pillow. She stayed this way, crying, until the fear started to pass, and the sobs to subside. After a few minutes, she regained her composure. She needed to pee very badly, and, first peeking out of her room and ensuring that she was alone on that level of the house, she sprinted to the bathroom, closing the door behind herself. As she sat on the toilet, Ashley looked around and noticed a can of shaving cream and razor on a sill by the sink. She recalled the instructions she'd been given to shave herself. She'd attempted this once before, and had been pleased by the result. But, after, feeling somewhat embarrassed about having trimmed herself, she'd let her pubic hair grow back. She gazed down at her slit. The lips were only lightly covered with a soft brownish down, which began to thicken to fur only just at the top juncture of her slit. The fur formed a trim oval over the front of her pubis. She stood and climbed into the tub, then turned on shower. Calming herself after her recent ordeal, she stood under the warm spray turning slowly, letting the water run over her face and down her curvaceous body, relaxing her. She took up the bar of soap, and began lathering her body, starting as she usually did by raising a thick lather on the white soap bar using her breasts. Their size, heft, and fullness were most effective at rubbing the soap vigorously into froth. This very act, the young girl using her boobs to bring forth streams of glutinous suds, caused her uncle and nephew to smile. Ashley was totally unaware of the pair of video cameras recording her through the main and a small ancillary mirrors in the bathroom. Their impeccable half-silvered nature prevented anyone in Ashley's side of the room from noticing anything amiss, but the remote controlled cameras covered every angle of the bathroom. At the moment, they recorded and showed her family every move in the shower of the naked teenager. Had she done so intentionally, she would not have been able to provide a more entertaining scene for her male observers. After lathering her tits copiously, she proceeded to use her pussy and her ass in a similar way, coursing the bar of soap down her belly, using it to divide her cunt lips as she dipped it between her legs, then up between her bouncy, spank-pinkened bottom cheeks. The course was then reversed, down her bottom and up her triangular furry patch. As she did this, she turned and presented the recording eyes with every possible angle, enhanced further when she put her foot up on the side of the tub, lathered her thighs, then up into her cunt, holding it open by delicately pulling her left lip aside while her right hand pushed the soap bar through her vulva. Turning away from the cameras, her bottom thrust towards her viewers, as Ashley bent down to place the soap in the dish at the side of the shower enclosure. She picked up the can of shaving cream and the shaver that had been waiting there for her, and turning, thrust her hips and lower belly forward to push her mound out so she could lather her pubis liberally with the shaving cream. Putting down the can, and facing away from the shower's spray so the lather wouldn't wash off, Ashley looked down at her cream covered genitals. She again placed on leg up on the side of the tub, and reached down between her legs with the shaver, and delicately applied it to one inner thigh, high up against her crotch. She swiped slowly the section of soft leg, then gingerly across the fold of her crotch lip, collecting the lather on the shaver as she stripped it from her pussy lip. She repeated her actions on the other side of her pussy, delicately shaving away the little hair on her lips between her legs and covering her slit to just below her clit. Thrusting her belly forwards, Ashley used the fingertips of her left hand to push against her mound at the top of her pubic hair, and pull her skin upwards, stretching the skin covering her delicate pussy. She then proceeded to shave the hair on the sides of the triangle on her taughtened mound to form a small heart shaped escutcheon. She relaxed and let the water wash away the soap and the shaved hairs down her legs and towards the drain. She then rinsed off for a few more minutes and turned off the water. Stepping out of the tub, onto the warm, thick, green bathmat, she reached out for one of the matching green, opulent bath-towels hanging on the glass and brass towel holder. She wrapped herself in the towel, and proceeded to dry her body off to the delight of her watchers. She hefted each breast and dried the moist flesh beneath them, then turned and did the same between her buttocks. Finally, she wrapped the towel around her hair, and briskly rubbed it dry, causing her ripe body to vibrate deliciously. She put on the robe which was waiting there for her, and left the bathroom, reluctantly emerging once more to the world beyond the perceived privacy of her bathroom. However, even entering her bedroom, she was observed by the cameras mounted in the wall between the bathroom and her room, which could be automatically swivelled around to record her through her bedroom mirror. The cameras recorded her standing indecisively in front of the her open wardrobe, trying to pick out a garment which would conform to her uncle's demand for an "appropriate nightgown." Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 03 In fact, she didn't think she had an appropriate nightgown, as all she really had brought with her were the boys PJs which she'd already suffered over. Opening the drawers of the dresser in her room, however, she found that her Uncle had provided her with a number of items, including a pair of nightgowns. One of these was a brief pink chiffon baby-doll slip, with white lace covering the bodice and the hem. The garment felt luxurious, but she realized that it would be quite short, and that her legs would be almost bare to just below her crotch and ass. The other nightgown was longer, a simple shift in purple silk, with spaghetti straps. It was trim and descended to the middle of her upper thighs. She felt this would be much more proper attire and picked it up. She noticed however, as she held the garment up, examining it, that it had long curving slits on the sides of the skirt which would bare the sides of her thighs onto her hips. Similarly, the front of the nightgown gaped open to the navel. Putting the purple slip down again, she removed the robe and placed it on the bed, then, sighing, reached out for the pink baby doll and dropped it over her head, draping it over her curves. At least, wearing this she would have a bit more modesty than afforded by the gapes in the purple shift. She stepped into the matching, loose pink gauze panties. Her mind now returned to her Uncle's instructions, and she reluctantly went to her closed door, opened it and looked out on the empty landing. Squaring her shoulders, she walked out and headed down the stairs, barefoot, to find her cousin and comply with her Uncle's order to have him "check" her shaving job. Ralph sat in the armchair of the living room reading the newspaper placidly. His outward cool demeanor belied his inner amusement and eagerness, as he awaited his little cousin's next appearance. Hearing the door slowly open, he glanced up to see Ashley shyly and reluctantly come into the room. He glanced at the freshly washed, pink baby-doll clad, young girl, then looked down again at the newspaper he had in his hands, feigning more interest in the story he'd been ostensibly reading than in the appearance of the scantily clad girl. "Ashley," Ralph said, with a nonchalant preoccupied, yet polite, air, "oh hello, again, come in. Let me just finish this article a moment." Ralph observed her covertly as she made her way into the room, slowly walking to the center of the white furry rug. "She's positively shuffling in," he though to himself, "so embarrassed she can't look up!" The girl stood a few feet in front of her reading cousin, waiting respectfully. She shifted her weight nervously between one mostly naked leg and the other. Her cousin slowly finished reading the article, looked up, and smiled handsomely at her. Ashley felt her stomach churn as she gazed back at her good-looking cousin smiling at her. "Ashley," he said, "the nightdress suits you very well. Pink is a good color for you. It sets off your dark hair and eyes nicely." "Thank you," responded Ashley diffidently. "Uncle said... I mean Uncle wanted me to..." she quietly attempted to get through her embarrassment, but was unable to complete the sentence by herself. Her cousin helped her, "Tell me what you want," Ashley, "don't be shy." Clasping her hand into a fist nervously, she brought it to her mouth. The other palm moved to cover her belly, protecting her from what she was about to say. "Uncle wanted you to approve how I shaved myself." She rushed through the phrase and looked up at her cousin who was smiling relaxedly while taking in the sight of the innocent cherub clad in pink chiffon before him. "Oh, yes. That's right, he said that. "Well I'm sure you've done a fine job. Why don't we just let it go at that, shall we?" Ashley looked up, surprised. She hadn't expected this, and realized at that moment that she felt disappointed. She had actually felt excitement at the thought that her cousin would be examining her naked and in detail. She blushed fiercely. This wasn't lost on Ralph. She stammered, "But, but what if he finds out, or... I haven't done a good job. He'll be mad at me." The last sentence was intoned plaintively, almost an appeal for help. Ralph could not but help her out of her predicament. "I suppose," he pondered, "you're right. Why don't you come closer?" Ashley padded forward until she was standing just before her tall cousin's knees as he reclined before her. "Turn, please, little one," encouraged her cousin. The girl rotated halfway around, affording her cousin the chance to examine her slim shoulders, draped with the pink babydoll straps, which scooped down leaving her upper back bare to the base of the curve out towards her hips and ass. These were lightly covered by the pink material draped over them, which came to a brief end at the top rear of her thighs. Ralph could easily see the outline of the brief matching panties Ashley wore, and the well-separated halves of the bottom cheeks they decorated. "Bend right over, Ashley, touch your toes without bending your legs." Ralph watched as the girl doubled over causing the back of the brief shift to slowly rise, baring her panties and settling on the topmost out-thrust promontory of her buttocks. "Spread your legs, Ash!" commanded Ralph. The girl complied, opening her daintily covered vulva to his gaze. The delicate material was indented by the shape of her slit, and beyond her cunt, between her legs Ralph could see the bottoms of her heavy boobs as her shift tented away from her body. He leaned forward, putting one palm casually on his cousins panty clad buttock for support. The other palm cupped her inner leg just above her knee and slowly traveled up her inner thigh, feeling the resilient, soft flesh there, up to her upper thigh, and then inward. His fingers delicately traced his cousin's leg's contour down into her crotch, bringing his fingers up the side of the panties' soft gusset, where Ashley's pussy lips were barely contained by the material. The girl panted as she felt Ralph's fingers touch the sides of her vagina and her bottom. Her bottom squirmed a bit as she felt her cousin's fingertip scrape over her pussy lip and then trace the crease of her slit slowly from outside her panties. "Be still." Ralph said, and she felt the fingernails of the hand on her backside grip her buttock possessively. Brusquely, she felt him push the slip of material aside from her pussy, baring her feminine flesh to his fingers and his gaze. Ashley felt the cool air touch her exposed, puffed out, freshly-shaved, pussy lips. For a silent moment, she could feel her cousin's contemplative gaze on her sex. Then, a soft fingertip slowly caressed the length of her slit from behind, starting towards her rear, and slowly scraping along her pussy, down and forwards towards her hooded, buried, clit. As Ralph's finger approached the tender skin covering her clit, his fingernail replaced the pad of his finger, and softly scraped her small, fleshy, bud, making Ashley squirm and issue a panting exhalation. Ralph's hand tightened on his cousin's squirming bottom, and his finger began to travel up her slit in the reverse direction, back towards her bottom. "You've shaved your pussy lips adequately," commented Ralph easily, "but I can still feel a tiny bit of roughness here on the sides of your pussy lips. Did you hold your cunt well open when you shaved? Pull your panties down to your thighs for me, Ash." Ashley reached back and grasped the waistband of her thin panties, then slowly pulled them down over her rounded ass globes and scrunched the delicate material at the middle of her creamy thighs. "That's right, little girl, push your bottom well out," instructed the young man, "Let me see... in order to give you a thorough searching of your little pussy, I think, it would be good to have you lubricated a bit more, don't you? Do you think that if we were to bare your breasts and give your sensitive nipples a bit of a twirl-and-tug, that might have the desired effect on your cunny?" Ralph grasped the bottom of the baby doll nightgown Ashley wore where it rested on the upper part of her naked bottom, and slowly drew it up her back, baring the girl's lovely lower back, then stripping her to her shoulder blades. He reached under her belly, and pushed the lower edge up towards her hanging breasts, then rucked the material together above them so that it stayed in place, leaving her tits pending heavily. Ralph's left hand reached around her leg and fastened on her full left boob, which he began massaging and milking. Ashley responded to this new stimulation with rippling contractions through her upper thighs and bottom, and, when her cousin grasped one fat nipple and squeezed and pulled the tender morsel, she gasped and moaned. Ralph played with her fat tit and hardened nipple slowly, and brought his right palm to her ass cheek, cupping it, then caressing it as his hand moved back to her pussy, where Ashley's slit was starting to glisten wetly. Two of his fingertips entered her slit to the first joint, widening her opening cunt, and grasped one side of her vaginal lip. "That's better, Ashley," encouraged her cousin, with a sharp tweak to her captive nipple, and a tug at her right pussy lip, imprisoned in his fingers , "make your pussy nice and wet so I can check it thoroughly for remaining stubble." His hand began a firm examination of her feminine organ, prodding and pulling her cunt and her lips. As his hand got wet, he wiped it repeatedly on her plump bottom, making her rear glisten with her own juices. The hand on her chest switched breasts, as he made her turn slightly sideways to himself, so he could comfortably reach across to torment her other breast. Between her legs, he cupped her mons, rubbing his thumb firmly into her pussy and over her clit. Ashley had her eyes closed, and was breathing heavily as her cousin played with her almost naked body unabashedly. When his finger plunged into her now open pussy, she moaned and trembled. Again and again, his hand between her legs kneaded her wettening pussy, then dried itself using her bottom, thighs, then her calves, coating her full, soft flesh with the sheen of her own juices. As he saw his cousin become more and more aroused, Ralph, grasped both fat nipples in one hand by pushing Ashley's plump breasts together, and used them to pull and jostle her tits. He shook her boobs quickly back and forth, and grasped her slick clitoris, and vigorously massaging the Ashley's sensitive little bud. "Is this quite as wet as you can make your pussy, Ashley?" taunted her cousin, delving between her legs into her slick soaked pussy, "I guess you need more than just a real good tit handling, don't you? You need something for your naughty bottom, it would seem. Why don't you be good and make it easy for me by sticking it way out for me? That's good, push it out." Ashley, obeyed, and leaned further over mashing her tits into her cousin's hand. He pulled her legs a bit wider, stretching the lacy panties at her thighs, then swung his firm palm hard against her soft, out-thrust bottom. "Ahhhhh...!!!" exclaimed the girl, "oohh... ohhhh.." Ralph's fingers pulled her nipples and her clit, then smacked down sharply again on her bottom. The smack was all the louder and stung all the more as Ashley's ass was moist from her cousin's wiping her own juices over her. Ralphs finger returned to her clit momentarily, and slid the hood of her button back and forth over the aroused young thing's tense clit. Again, his hand left her pussy barren, the other palm gave a long slow pull on both of her big nipples. His free palm swung smartly twice onto her plump, bare bottom cheeks, making each jounce sharply up with a resounding smack. Back and forth, his hand alternated between milking her slick pussy to sharply slapping each bouncing bottom cheek in turn. Exhortations of "good girl," and "that's good, wet my fingers with your little pussy," punctuated Ashley's long, slow spanking, interspersed with her own exclamations and moans as Ralph stretched her nipple, or delivered quick, staccato slaps to the girl's soft bouncing backside, or flicked a fingertip over her slick, hard clit. Ashley's body began quivering strongly, the muscles in her taughtened bare thighs quivering visibly with excitement and effort. Her buttocks clenched and released in time to the spanking, and the girl was unable to suppress a low moaning sound which emanated from her throat, rising whenever Ralph's hand stroked her stimulated clitoris. Suddenly, accompanied by a sharp yelping exclamation, Ashley started orgasming, her bottom and pussy clenching as the boy's hand continued his domination of her body. "Huhhhhh... huhhhh," she moaned through clenched teeth. "Naughty girl, cumming without any shame!" chided Ralph. The hand in Ashley's pussy drew her closer to him and pulled her downward. She collapsed to her knees, sinking into the soft plush carpeting, and bending forward at the waist until her chest rested on his midrif. Ralph enjoyed the sensation of the girls soft naked tits against his hard cock. Grasping her hair, he raised her face to his, and whispering, "good little bitch... that's the way to come for me..." he brought his lips against her pouting, panting mouth. His tongue entered her complaisant mouth, swiping over her plump lips. Her tongue timidly met his. His hand smacked her bottom hard, and she snuggled deeper into his lap and his kiss. After a few moments of deeply tonguing Ashley's willing mouth, Ralph pulled back. Using Ashley's hair, he pushed her head and face down against his cock, which Ashley could feel pushing strongly against her cheek. "I think we can call this examination complete, Ashley! I will tell Uncle you've done a credible job of shaving yourself, and perhaps I'll avoid...for now... telling him about what a shameless little slut you've been. And I'm sure you'll be showing me your appreciation for my discretion, won't you? Now off with you, I understand we're going into town in a bit. "Go clean yourself up, and Uncle will call for you when we're ready!" The girl rose unsteadily, and hurriedly pulled her panties back up over her reddened bottom and tender pussy. Blushing, she turned and ran from the room. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Guests Serving Guests at Lunch "Ashley!" Standing before her mirror in her room, Ashley was startled by the call from downstairs. She reluctantly turned away from the mirror, abandoning her efforts to arrange the clothes she wore so as to be as decent as possible, and made her way down the stairs carefully. The high, black, pointed heeled shoes she had found with her "uniform" required her to descend cautiously, balancing precariously on the elegant, thin-strapped, pumps. At every step she could feel cool air graze against the soft flesh which, when she extended her leg, was exposed between the tops of her white, thigh high stockings, held up by a lacy, transparent, pearl garter belt, and the hem of the too-small, black, front-buttoned maid's uniform. The hem was maddeningly short, she felt, only barely descending below the matching, full-bottomed whisper of a pearl-colored panty which accompanied her uniform. She'd been alarmed to find that the dress was uncomfortably short in the skirt and tight in the bodice. In front, at least her lap was somewhat protected from view by a lacy, white, semicircular apron which tied daintily at the back of her waist. A matching tiara-like cap in her hair and wrist ruffles completed the traditional French-maid's uniform. At the landing of the bottom floor, Ashley stopped to gather her breath, before opening the door to the living room tentatively. "Ah, Ashley! Please come in here, I would like to present you to our luncheon guests!" She stepped inside the room, in which she had only recently received her first, humiliating punishment. Two gentlemen, both somewhat older than her uncle sat casually in chairs around the room. Both wore impeccably tailored suits. "Ashley, please say hello to Dr. Foster," said her Uncle, his open hand directing her towards the older of the two men, a moustached, balding, portly but elegant figure who Ashley judged to be in his mid-sixties. She walked over towards him and stood before him. The doctor smiled condescendingly up at the girl and she curtsied slightly. She wasn't sure what impulse guided her to that form of greeting, but it seemed appropriate given her attire, and she was pleased to note that her Uncle seemed satisfied with her servile and silent gesture. "Mr. Parsons," her Uncle said turning to his other guest, a lean mid-fiftyish taller man with an athletic and debonair demeanor. He stood and Ashley walked towards him and curtsied again, accompanying it with a soft-spoken "Sir." "Charmed," said Parsons. "Ashley," explained her Uncle, "has come from my sister in America to receive the kind of proper instruction a young girl requires and which seems to be difficult to obtain there. She has shown herself to be a good learner, but has still many slothful and untidy habits which we are working on with her." "Isn't that right, Ashley?" "Yes, sir," she whispered, nervously. "Sherry before lunch, gentlemen!" announced Edward, and motioned for Ashley to pour it for them. Opening the cupboard between the dining room and the salon, where the men sat and talked, she gazed in helplessly at the confusion of bottles and glasses. She glanced back at the men deep in conversation. Peering into the cupboard, she looked at the bottles, trying to discern which might be the correct one. All those at mid-height in the cupboard seemed to be wine or Scotch. More bottles stood crowded onto the bottom-most shelf, and Ashley reached down to try to look at them. Her delicate footwear required her to balance herself by spreading her feet slightly and bending at the waist almost straight-legged as she turned the labels to read them. "Ashley!" She heard the annoyance in her Uncle's voice at the same time as she felt his hand on her shoulder, holding it firmly and preventing her from jumping up as she had been about to. "What are you doing, girl?" he demanded, angrily, "this, gentlemen, is exactly the lackadaisical and casual attitude which hinders my educating my young niece in the manner of a proper lady!" She tried to rise to face her accuser, but he held her firmly in place, grasping the back of her neck by her hair. Horrified, she realized that the short skirt of her maid's uniform, in the position her Uncle's commanding hand held her, exposed not only a long expanse of nylon clad leg, but also a good 4 inches of naked upper thigh above her stocking tops. Bent over, the straps of her garter belt were also revealed to the men's gaze. "Left to her own devices for a minute, you see," lectured her Uncle, "Ashley thinks nothing of immodestly displaying portions of her anatomy to strangers at luncheon!" Her Uncle sighed, and continued, speaking carefully as if to be understood by a naughty child. "Tell me, Doctor Foster, would you say that it is proper for a young lady to display her undergarments and naked thighs as my niece is currently doing, to gentlemen far her senior who she has never before met?" Ashley, trembled as she saw the paunchy doctor come up to her, an expression of stern skepticism on his face. "No, Weston," said the doctor, "I am shocked at the primitiveness of your charge's manners! She seems to feel no shame at displaying her thighs to us." Ashley, from her bent position, watched him aghast as he reached out, and felt him pinch the naked flesh at top of her leg between his large thumb and fat fingers, squeezing it and using his grip to shake her thighs. "Nor," he continued, "to show off her undergarments, which she is evidently proud to have us examine!" As he said this, she felt him grab the elastic strap of her garter belt and draw it out, tautening it like a bowstring, before releasing it to snap sharply back against her thigh. She yelped, and a faint red vertical stripe joined the marks the doctor's hand had left on her skin. "Your American slut no doubt intended to let her inadequate skirt ride up and treat us to a showing of her rear end!" Edward softly spoke to Ashley, and edge in his serious voice, "Is that right, Ashley? You are eager to show your bottom off to these gentlemen?" "No! Oh, no, sir, ...I'm sorry, no..." moaned the girl. Her Uncle responded, "Ashley, how can I believe you, when there you stand, bottom outthrust with perhaps an inch of material covering your rear, a position from which where a mere movement will bare your arse?" Illustrating his point, Ashley felt her uncle's finger flick the hem of her skirt slightly causing it to ride up further and the pearl-colored lace panty-clad twin orbs of her bottom to peek out. "The evidence," said the Doctor patting each firm partly exposed bottom cheek twice with his large hand, "is clear, young lady! "Weston, in these circumstances I believe it always is best to let a person discover for themselves the implications of their behavior, rather than to check it. I'm sure you agree. So if Ashley is eager to casually display her backside to us, she must by all means be encouraged to do so!" "That, my dear doctor, is exactly my approach to the education of willful young people," said Edward. "Ashley, please do proceed to lift your skirt up!" Tentatively, hot tears stinging the edges of her eyes, the bent-over girl reaches back with one hand, and slowly pushes up the hem of her dress. The soft material flares around her spread hips and accumulates high at her waist, leaving the men staring down at her broadened, pantied bottom, fully exposed by the transparent material. Between the top of her panty and the back of the lacy garter belt at her waist, a pale crescent of naked flesh displays perfect twin dimples. Edward tucks the material of the rucked-up skirt into the strings of her lacy apron, then reaches down to the front of Ashley's skirt, taut against the front of her thighs, and pulls that up as well, securing it by tucking it into her garter belt. The doctor's large hand again cups both ass cheeks this time simultaneously, as he says sarcastically, "Perhaps, given that her panties do nothing to conceal her full bottom to our gaze, Ashley will not object to keeping her panties on at least until lunch has been consumed? What do you say young lady?" He fingers the waistband of her delicate panties, and introduces his hand, with absolute confidence and familiarity into her underwear, testing the silky, warm resilience of her naked bottom. "No, no... leave them on, please," sobs the girl as she feels her bottomcheeks explored possessively. "Stand up!" commands her Uncle. She does so, but her skirt defiantly stays pinned up under her apron strings and garter belt. From the rear, her bottom appears no less totally naked for being decorated by the transparent pearly lace. Her plump twin cheeks and the deep cleft between them is not hidden, but framed by the garment. In front, however, the apron she wears thankfully covers her lap, which would otherwise be on display equally transparently. Reaching into the cupboard, Edward indicates a bottle of amber liquid, with a cryptic French label. He reaches in and hands out a small, cut glass, goblet. "If you have finished for now attempting to distract us, Ashley, please finish serving us our overdue sherries!" Awkwardly trying to maneuver herself to avoid revealing her exposed backside to the men, Ashley pours glasses of sherry and brings them to the amused gentlemen. Delaying getting close to the doctor who had taken such liberty with her, she serves the seated Mr. Parsons first. After she hands him his drink she attempts to back away towards the cupboard, but his voice stops her, "Young Lady! I do not think that from my vantage I was fully able to appreciate the full effect of your efforts to show yourself off! Please stand still and turn around." Ashley slowly turns away from the man reclining comfortably and feels his gaze like a hot beam of humiliation travel across her rear and thighs. "Weston, your young lady seems to have a well exercised posterior, firm and rounded. Are you keeping her in exercise?" "Certainly," responds her Uncle, "Ashley is following a regular exercise program. Ashley, why don't you explain your routine to Mr. Parsons." A hot flush settles on Ashley's face and chest, and her rear towards them, she is forced to describe her regular training sessions to the men examining her posterior. When she hesitates, Parsons, prods her along, enjoying hearing the girl describe the humiliations she is made to suffer. "I run... and I am made to do calisthenics... and I dance." "And what kinds of calisthenics do you do, young lady?" "I... I do sit-ups and push-ups." "And Ashley," Edward cajoles, "tell Mr. Parsons how you are assisted in getting the maximum benefit from these exercises." "My Uncle and sometimes my cousin help me by... by..." "Yes, girl, say it, what do they do?" "Uncle helps me with sit ups by pulling on... on.. my... nipples... and he uses a belt... a belt on my bottom... and he makes me dance... my ... bottom dance..." "On his lap?" "Yes, on his lap." "Ah, it is doing you good, young lady, you should be thankful," says Mr. Parsons reaching up and squeezing her bottom cheeks. A final pat sends Ashley on her way to fetch the other two glasses of sherry, which she hands to the doctor and to her Uncle. The men, resuming their conversation, ignore the serving girl as she hands them drinks. Her uncle indicates with a casual gesture towards the corner near the door, and Ashley backs away from him, and stands in the place he has indicated, her hands folded before her nervously. A gesture from her Uncle indicates she is to turn, and she obeys and faces the wall, her ill-concealed bottom on display. The men continue to talk, at times becoming serious and at others lighthearted. Ashley, scared and embarrassed, doesn't follow their conversation. Soon, however, she becomes aware that they are rising from their chairs, and walking towards the dining room. As he passes her on his way to the table, Edward indicates to Ashley to begin serving the luncheon. The men sit at the table, talking while eating. In the center of the round, white cloth-covered table, a heavy oval silver serving platter holds a large fillet of cold, poached, salmon. A garnish of cream, dill, and cucumber slices graces the top of the fish. Between bites, the men enjoy a crisp, white wine from the Riesling. The early mid-afternoon sunshine is softened by the white gauzy curtains leading through double doors to a verdant, flower rimmed, garden. Standing by the wall, Ashley, awaits one or another of the men to indicate to her to fill his glass. She does so carefully, biting her lip in concentration, afraid that a drop may spill from the bottle onto the tablecloth. The men enjoy the sight of the girl bending to pour wine into their glasses, the more so as she now wears only her translucent panties, garter belt, and stockings below her skirt, which has now been rucked up into her garter belt in front. Her lace apron, which had gone some distance to hide her frontal charms from the men, now lies folded uselessly on a side table. It has been ordered removed as a result of a miniscule splash of wine caused when Ashley startled when the doctor placed his heavy hand on her defenseless bottom as she poured his wine. As she reluctantly removed her apron, comments had been exchanged on the appearance of her frontal charms. "Weston, your niece's regimen is paying off handsomely. Her well defined pudendum, thrusts out only slightly from her flat little tummy." "Yes, and the trim line of her pubic hair is very gracious, and decorously exposes her well-shaven lips." "Stand still, girl, it is hard to examine your little mound if it you insist on churning your legs, making those charming little lips dance back and forth!" She had blushed furiously as the doctor and Mr. Parsons made her stand before them, almost nude below the waist, so they could gaze and comment on her young, female genitalia. Foolishly, Ashley had still entertained hopes that the men would limit themselves to observing and commenting on her form, ash she served them practically nude below the waist. These vain hopes disappeared when she went to serve a slice of salmon to the doctor. As she had leaned towards the doctor to offer him the platter, Mr. Parsons, from whom she was leaning away, had slowly run his palm up the rear of her stockinged leg, then onto her creamy, exposed, inner thigh and brushed against the rearward pout of her pussy. She had quickly finished serving, and had moved to distance herself from his touch, only to be sharply reprimanded by her Uncle. "Stay as you are, Ashley! You are not to be rude to our guests." Parsons then slid his hand further between her legs, and ordered, "Spread your legs, young lady!" She had done so reluctantly, and Parsons slowly and thoroughly palpated and split her vulva through the flimsy gusset of her panties, as she trembled helplessly. Her Uncle too had later placed a casually possessive hand under her garter strap as she served him, resting his palm on the naked skin of her upper thigh and the lower curve of one ass cheek. Now the men were finished with their meal, and Ashley collected the plates, but was stopped. She was ordered to stand still between the two guests, and for an agonizing few minutes she panted frightenedly as they each casually palmed and squeezed one of her ass-cheeks apiece. The doctor had even reached over and pulled the material of her panties taut between her cheeks, baring most of her bottom to their eyes and hands. She stood, blushing furiously as the hands roved over her naked bottom, patting and pinching the bouncy globes freely. She was then made to pick up the plates, and sent to fetch the dessert. From the kitchen, Ashley carried out a large tureen filled with berries. The men had concentrated on the berries and cream, eating the sweet greedily. Almost as if in slow motion, Ashley had been horrified to see a spot of the bright red liquid drop from the serving spoon she wielded onto the white table-cloth. She had pretended that it hadn't happened, but her heart had sunk when her Uncle pointed the spot out, and sighed, with an almost a pained reluctance, "Ashley, Ashley, ... it seems you are in constant need of correction regarding your slovenliness. It is almost exhausting to have to keep up with your lack of grace. Gentlemen, I look to you to help me out at least this afternoon." "Yes, of course, with pleasure," answered the doctor, "I believe that my own work on discipline can be applied to this young lady, and will definitely complement your efforts!" Ashley was totally ignored for a moment, while the men finished their dessert and Edward served them brandy. They merely glanced at her occasionally, a smile playing on their lips and making her shudder. Edward suggested cigars in the drawing room. They all stood and made their way out the door. As they left, Edward said: "Just clear the table Ashley, and start on the dishes. We will be wanting you in the drawing room shortly. We will call you." Slowly, fearfully, Ashley walked into the dark-paneled drawing room. Books surrounded the room on all sides, and light came from a collection of standing and desk lamps with warm yellow parchment shades. The large window was closed off with heavy red velvet drapes. A variety of deep, brown, leather chairs and a matching ottoman stood around the fire and the sides of the room, and a buttoned leather sofa faced the fireplace in which a small fire glowed. Seated by the fire, Parsons and her Uncle sipped brandy from snifters, but their attention was turned towards the standing figure of the doctor, as he leaned back on the edge of the desk before the window. He spoke as the girl entered. "Ah... Thank you so much for responding Ashley. Your Uncle has been describing to us some of your circumstances, and his attempts at improving your education and your self-esteem. You know, we all are deeply interested in the subject of education, and share a belief in the redemptive powers of discipline and humiliation when needed. "Your Uncle has asked that this afternoon I direct the ... correction... of your pecadillos, Ashley. Yes, you will say, you have committed no grave faults. But a cornerstone of our philosophy of correction, as your Uncle may have explained to you, is that small faults overlooked will become bad habits, and must be eradicated by strong negative stimulus. "What better way to provide this negative stimulus than to make you suffer humiliations of your maidenly prurience? To make you aware that your transgressions will result in our enjoying ourselves with your reluctant and submissive young body? Such is the obvious consequence, you must realize, of your ignoring the social graces that would otherwise naturally put a formal and correct distance between you and others. Yet, you've forgone that comfort. "Please stand before the fire, facing us, hands behind your back! "Now, Ashley, I understand that you have had your bottom, the visual and tactile acquaintance of which we've all been treated to during lunch, spanked frequently during your corrections, is that right?" "...yes, sir," Ashley responded. "Yes, naturally, a girl's bottom, especially one prominent and rounded such as yours, is an obvious place to administer correction. But, one should not ignore the novelty and effectiveness of punishing other areas of a young female's anatomy which are equally tempting. And these we shall explore some of today, Ashley!" The girl gazed down at her slim feet in their high-heeled shoes, resting in the white fur carpet matching the one in the salon. Hot tears collecting in her eyes blurred her vision. "Ashley, please remove your dress." Slowly, Ashley unbuttoned the front of her maid's uniform, feeling the taut cloth spring open at her chest. She pulled the skirt out of the garter belt where it had been tucked, and now wearing only underwear and the ruffles of lace on her head and wrists, handed the dress to Parsons, who held out his hand for it. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 04 "Much better," continued the doctor, "you must be relieved to be free of the confinement of that tight dress pressing on your breasts. Soon, we will release them from their lacy cups as well, so that they can freely participate in our activity." From the desk behind himself, the doctor picked up a soft leather strap. "Turn around," he commanded. Ashley faced the fire, and felt the doctor take hold of her elbows, loop the leather around them several times, and draw them towards one another behind her back. He did not bind her tightly, and she could let her arms hang down to her sides slightly behind her back. The grip on her arms was mostly accomplished by the loops of leather on her upper arms. The effect however prevented her from bringing her arms or hands forward, and caused her bra-clad tits to thrust out toward temptingly towards the men, who gazed appreciatively at her plump young breasts straining at their lacy confinement. The straps of the bra indented the sides of her boobs slightly, tilting the pendulous globes upwards delightfully. Grasping her by shoulder, the doctor turned the girl. Looking directly down into her face as she stood before him, he reached down and slowly, casually, and with embarrassing familiarity, pushed Ashley's panties down onto her thighs, until they caught on the straps of her garters. She felt his hand cup her exposed pubic mound, and his fingertips toy with her now naked slit. "Parsons, perhaps you will be so good as to hold Ashley from the rear for me?" The other man stood, took one more sip of his brandy, and came up behind her. Grasping her hips, he pulled her body back against his. The doctor continued, "You know Parsons, I'm sure Ashley's embarrassment would be heightened if her naked bottom were made to feel your member. Would you be so kind as to oblige her?" Ashley struggled feebly, but stopped when the doctor grabbed her chin roughly and glowered down into her eyes. She felt the other man's warm, hard, naked, penis nestle into her bottom, and groaned. "Thank you, Parsons!" continued the doctor, "Now you can gauge and control our young lady's squirmings." The doctor reached back towards the desk, taking from it a scissors, which he lifted up before Ashley, who shrank back towards the man holding her. The doctor's large fingers danced onto her lacy bra-cup, pinched the material there, then drew it outwards. He carefully snipped a large hole into the bra-cup, then released it to rest back against her breast, the nipple and much of the flesh of which was now squeezed out of the torn material. Distractedly handling her breast, the doctor pushed the remains of the cloth back towards the base of the boob, so as to make it thrust out further from its lacy border. His fingers sank into the plump sides of her tit as he pulled it well out of its torn casing, as his other hand grasped her nipple and used it to pull the breast fully through the tear in the garment. Her other breast was similarly denuded, the doctor grabbing a handful of plump flesh and drawing it out of the hole torn in the other bra cup, as Ashley squirmed frightenedly. Parsons behind her enjoyed the feel of her bottom rubbing and tensing against his bare organ, her smooth, soft bottom sweetly stimulating his penis. Ashley's full bottom cheeks became moistened by the secretions her squirming elicited from his delighted penis. "A young girl's nipples," said the doctor as he softly touched both of Ashley's fright-hardened nubs, "are a wonderful communicator of sensations, both of pleasure and pain, sometimes one mounting into the other so as to make them indistinguishable." His large thumbs rubbed the girl's trapped nipples slowly at first, then gaining slightly in intensity. Ashley responded to the handling of her sensitive morsels by starting to squirm earnestly, yet she was trapped by Parsons' hands on her thighs as well as the doctor's hardening grip on her nipples which stretched out as she ineffectively attempted to pull them from his grasp. "Just as you mentioned, Weston, your young lady has sensitive nipples. You're quite a squirmer, young lady," continued the doctor, as his fingers plied the flesh of the girl's exposed tits, rolling first one then the other nipple roughly. "Parsons, perhaps you can get a bit firmer hold of our Ashley?" The mention of his name brought Ashley's attention back to the man who was holding her pinned against him, his organ being rhythmically rubbed by the struggling hemispheres of her bottom. She felt his hands, which had been on her hips, move down and towards her middle, felt the fingers pull on her mound, then on her lips, and split her pussy lips. She yelped as his fingers pulled her open, stroked past her clitoris and as his fingertips entered her vagina. His grip inside her was shallow, but he held her tightly by her hole. His thumbs began rubbing her clitoris back and forth slowly, the thumbpad rubbing her little fleshy hood over her sensitive nub. Ashley was now pinned between the two men, her vagina and cunt being played with at will and her bottom dancing on Parsons' raging erection. The stimulation of her clit was causing her the most distress, and moans and yelps, which the men clearly savored, accompanied her struggles. The doctor had even more elaborate plans, in which he proceeded to instruct Parsons. "Mr. Parsons, perhaps you could be seated with Ashley on top of you. That's right... wait, we'll need her to be able to open her legs more, so let's remove these panties..." The scissors were now used to cut away the sides of the panties at her thighs, and the doctor pulled the shredded flimsy material aside and placed it on the desk. Parsons sat back on one of the comfortably stuffed chairs, and the doctor helped maneuver the girl onto Parsons' lap, her back against him. He reached under himself to rearrange his penis, pointing it upwards and lodging it in the cleft of Ashley's bottom. Ashley moaned, "no... no..." but the doctor continued, "Now, we'll need your legs open and over the sides of the chair, where they are to stay during your punishment. Don't make me remind you, or your correction will all the more severe for it!" Parsons pulled her legs open and placed them on the outsides of the armrests of the chaise, his hand then resumed caressing Ashley's now wide open vagina. She started to bring a leg back, but the man under her roughly grabbed her clitoris and squeezed, while admonishing her, "Put that leg back, NOW!" She relaxed the leg, bringing it back to where he had placed it, and his grip on her sensitive clit relaxed, his fingers resuming a thrumming, frigging motion across her clitoris. In the meantime, the doctor pulled one of the ottomans close to the side of the chaise, and sat down beside the girl. He pushed her torso back until she was forced to recline backwards on Parsons, who took hold of her hair to fix her in place. The doctor explained, "Now, Ashley, I think you've been spanked before, but it's been on your bottom, hasn't it? Well, there's many other places that a spanking can be effective, and one of these we will explore this evening. Your breasts, so charmingly displayed, pointing up nice and fat out of your bra, are to be smacked!" Ashley, whimpered and squirmed, but Parsons held her tight by her hair and her pussy. The doctor raised his large, thick hand about six inches from her left breast, then smacked it down on the waiting plump boob. He watched the young girl's breast ripple and bounce with the shock. He waited a moment, then lifted his hand over her other breast, and slapped that one. The girl squirmed, and the doctor commented, "We shall work together, Ashley, on a nice rhythm of bouncing for these big breasts of yours, shall we?" Back and forth, his hand rose and fell on her jostling and reddening tits. Ashley squirmed as she felt the stinging slaps envelop her chest, and her bottom felt the hard cock buried between its globes. She was crying openly, her sobs increasing whenever the doctor's hand spanked one of her breasts, and the tears wetting her chest. The moisture made his slaps louder, and he stopped for a moment to caress her reddened tits, then used his palm to spread the salty tears onto them. Grabbing a glistening nipple hard, he raised it upwards, pulling one breast up and stretching it out. The breast maintained its perfect globular shape, but her large aereola stretched out conically and her nipple lengthened in his grip. He slapped the suspended breast from right to left, as one might slap a face, making it throb and vibrate. His hand swung back and forth, establishing a gentle but firm rhythm of slaps on Ashley's imprisoned tit. The girl whimpered as her breast was beaten. The doctor released her nipple, letting her breast bounce back into its natural shape, only to grasp her other breast and subject it to the same slapping treatment. The doctor alternated spanks to Ashley's breasts with languorously feeling up her warm, red, tits, squeezing and hefting the abused morsels. As he occupied himself with her chest, Parsons continued toying with her pussy, thrusting fingers into her open vagina and rubbing his fingers over her clitoris and lips, while enjoying the churning motions the girl's bottom transmitted to his cock, nestled firmly between its cheeks. Uncle Edward stood and walked towards the girl, who was becoming progressively more and more hysterical. The doctor ceased slapping her chest, and contented himself with holding her flushed boobs gently in his hand. Her uncle stood over the girl, and commented, "Ashley, you should be thankful for the doctor's fine ministrations to your tits. In fact, I believe that the doctor should experience your well-disciplined breasts first hand, or as that has already occurred, perhaps first-member!" Her uncle unfastens the thongs holding her arms behind her. Ashley brings one slender arm forward at a time, then rubs them softly, massaging out the stiffness. Her Uncle interrupts her, " Please stand up." The girl is helped to her unsteady feet by the doctor and Parsons, and stands before them in the remnants of her clothes, her panties at her thighs, and her breasts protruding redly from the traces of her bra. Her face and chest are wet with her own tears. "Kneel down, Ashley!" commanded her Uncle. "It is time you started to learn to handle the penis, little one, to complete your education and allow you to properly thank those who take time and effort in your education! Already it is clear by the gleaming moisture on your bottom that you are quite naturally talented at pleasing the male member. We will, rest assured, give you ample further practice!" "Doctor, if you will be so kind as to have a seat?" The doctor sat in the recently vacated chaise before the kneeling girl. "Ashley," said her Uncle, "please remove what remains of your bra." Slowly and demurely, Ashley reached around behind her back and popped the catches of her bra open, then let the flimsy, torn, garment slide down her arms and off her. The doctor held out his hand, and Ashley handed him the slip of material. Her heavy breasts hung freely. "Now Ashley," continued her Uncle, "I want you to slide open the good doctor's flies, and gently and obediently take his member out." Ashley froze at these instructions for a few seconds. A whistling sound behind her was followed by an explosive smack on her naked rear, and she yelped softly. Parsons behind her, wielded a slim, leather clad, switch and brought it up and again striped her full posterior with it. "Mr. Parsons will provide you encouragement and direction with this whip, Ashley, from which you shall learn pace and demeanor." Before the third blow could fall, the confused girl reached out to the seated portly gentleman, and tremulously took hold of the tab of his zipper. She pulled it slowly down. Her hand then reached into his pants, and exquisitely found the hard penis, drawing it from his boxers through the convenient open panel. Ashley was confronted with the sight of a large, angry looking, penis throbbing in her small hand. The doctor took obvious delight in having his cock handled by the young girl. "Now Ashley," continued her Uncle, I want you to lean over the doctor's lap, and holding your breasts against his penis, I want you to use those full morsels which have so recently been chastised to massage the doctors organ. Parsons will ensure that you do it competently by encouraging you with the whip!" For the next ten minutes the girl was forced to use her plump, tender boobs to masturbate the doctor's penis thoroughly. Parsons, behind her, placed one hand over her vulva in front, and whenever she hesitated or faltered in her ministrations of the penis in her hand and between her breasts, his fingers dug into her pussy, pushed her body back and he whipped her out-thrust bottom. With the stimulation she was providing, the doctor's penis leaked copiously and Ashley's naked breasts and nipples became slick with his pre-cum. The doctor interrupted the massage the girl's tits were providing his trapped member, to grasp her large nipples. Using his grip on her tender nubs, he pushed her breasts firmly together with his penis between and jostled the heavy globes back and forth. Parsons, Ashley felt, now inserted a pair of fingers into her vulva and his hand behind her released the whip to caress and squeeze her bottom cheeks, then give her encouraging hand-smacks on her buttocks and the rear of her thighs. "Face this way, Ashley," her Uncle orders, and the girl turns her head towards her Uncle, in time for him to photograph her sweet face hovering over her bent over frame, the stiff phallus nestled in the warm glistening flesh of her bosom. "Has she been taught to suck yet, Edwards?" inquires the Doctor, somewhat short of breath. Ashley's Uncle responds, "No, I'm sorry, Foster, Ashley has not yet been trained in the art of using her tongue to elicit male emissions. This is on her training schedule, but for now you must satisfy yourself with her differently." The next few pictures taken by her Uncle show the Doctor grabbing a full breast in each hand, and using this purchase on the girl's torso to haul her chest higher on his lap, then show her obediently having placed a hand outside each breast to push them together over his penis. His hand on the crown of her head, grasping her hair appears in the next series of photographs, showing her face pressed down towards her chest, her chin tucked in. The Doctor controls the girl's movements up and down, her breasts masturbating his penis back and forth, with the assistance of Parsons who is helping to guide her movements by pushing and pulling on her bottom cheeks, one grasped heartily in each of his hands. During the upstroke, Parsons shoves on her bottom, and the Doctor pulls on her hair to bring her body up, until her tits close over the head of his penis. Then her head is forced downwards and Parson's hands form claws pulling on her rear. Her weight shifts down on her knees, and the penis thrusts its plush head out through her pressed-together breasts, rising and meeting her soft cheek as she turns her face slightly, gliding along the downy skin towards the girl's shell-like ear. Ashley continues this up and down motion, and her cheek acquires a moist sheen. The Doctor, having enjoyed as much of this stimulation as he can bear, suddenly pushes the girl's face down into his crotch, pushing his spurting cock against her cheek, Ashley's lips pressed down against his throbbing balls. The Doctor's sticky emissions spurt out rhythmically, spattering against Ashley's cheek and her closed eyelids. Tendrils of her hair catch the sperm and glisten with it. Ashley grunts in disgust, but is subdued by a series of sharp spanks to her bottom from Parsons. The Doctor leisurely finishes himself off by forcing Ashley's buried face back and forth over his shrinking cock and balls. The Doctor then pushed the girl back and away from himself. "Stand up, Ashley, and fetch a towel with warm water. Clean the Doctor off politely, and clean yourself as well," commands her Uncle. Ashley is in shock. She has previously read about men's spurting jism when they orgasm, and she has talked about it in disgusted undertones with some of her girlfriends, but has never seen it firsthand. She rises and, naked save for her stockings and the lace wrist decorations she wears, shuffles out of the room to get a towel. The men watch the naked, full bottomed girl leave, her breasts and buttocks contrasting redly with the pallor of the rest of her skin. "That was delightful!" exclaims the Doctor, grinning. His grin is matched by that of the other two men present. "I'm afraid, Parsons," explains Edward, "we must think of some way of rewarding you for your efforts with my recalcitrant niece, which impose a tad less on her sensitivity, which I imagine is somewhat strained at the moment. Perhaps a change of pace... ah, I have it." Ashley returns to the room, carrying a plush blue towel and bowl of warm water. Her face appears scrubbed, and the front of her hair wet. She has removed all traces of the Doctor's cum from her face, and her bosom has also been freshly washed. Without needing to be told what to do, she kneels before the Doctor and dips the towel in the warm water, then gently sponges him off, avoiding touching his naked penis with her hands. "Very good, Ashley." Intones her Uncle. "Now, I'm afraid that you must also provide the good Mr. Parsons with some thanks for his efforts in your education this evening." Tears spring to Ashley's eyes, but she remains mute, though her body stiffens visibly. Edward continues, "I know that you know this is necessary for you to complete this evening's lesson, and I trust that you will not need to be punished further as an inducement, but will submit with your accustomed sweet docility and feminity." Soon after, pictures show Ashley lying on her back on two leather ottomans pushed together naked save for the lacy cuffs on her wrists and the lace band in her hair. At her head, Parsons stands above the girl, his erection and balls emerging from his pants. Her arms are stretched upwards, both her hands on his erection, and his balls lie on her mouth. His fingers hold the nipples of each breast pulled up away from her body, the heavy globes stretched up conically. The girl's legs are spread and raised, and her knees are bent. Sitting on the end of the second ottoman, Edward supports one of her legs holding the back of her thigh up, while his other hand is on the girl's vulva. With extreme reluctance, Ashley is obeying Parsons' command and her hands are slowly stroking back and forth over his penis. At the same time, she runs her velvety tongue back and forth over his balls which rest on her mouth. Edward's fingers toy with the girl's pussy, his index and middle finger rubbing against her exposed clitoris, while his thumb splits her cunt lips and buries itself in her soft vagina. Ashley's eyes are closed in resignation, and she feels her heavy breasts shake and sway as her tormentor plucks her aching nipples. At the same time, her hips and bottom writhe while the fingers at her crotch and deep in her cunt wreak havoc with her self-control. She feels her Uncle's thumb withdraw from her vagina momentarily so her can squeeze and tweak her bottom cheeks, then feels two hard fingers push her open again and plunge wetly into her cunt. Her nipples are released, and her breasts fall back towards her chest bouncily. Parsons pushes them together and, bending over the girl, begins licking her titties, his tongue flickering over the large, hardened nubs of her nipples. Ashley moans in response, and he sucks the large pink aureola into his mouth harshly. She squirms and involuntarily arches her back, pushing her chest up and forcing her breasts up towards her ravisher, who suckles her greedily. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 04 "Ashley," commands her Uncle, "don't cease your ministration to good Mr. Parsons' testicles or his penis. After he has taken the time to minister to your education so conscientiously, I think he deserves the chance to spray his seed over you, don't you?" Perversely, her Uncle then removes his thumb from her vagina, and abetted by the wetness it has collected there, plunges it effortlessly into Ashley's unprotected bottomhole, while simultaneously sinking his middle and index fingers into her open vagina, pincering the poor girl's sexual core in his hands. He uses this purchase to churn her upthrust middle, while the violated girl gasps and moans. Parsons' teeth nip at one swollen nipple, while the other breast is mashed in his hand. Ashley urgently masturbates his penis with both hands and laves the heavy balls on her tongue. The girls delicate fingers grasp Parsons' penis firmly, one hand rings its base while the other cylinders the shaft, pumping it from its root to its head. Ashley's fingers rhythmically travel back and forth, cupping and squeezing the plump cockhead at the apex of their travel, assisted by the lubrication her fingers acquire during their ministrations of his bulbous glans. Parsons straightens up, releasing her tits, and Ashley feels the penis in her hand pulse and jerk. At that very moment, a humming sound begins and she feels a spongy touch on her clitoris. Edward has placed the vibrator he'd prepared for this moment against her genitals, and the girl feels the buzzing against her raw clitoris which seems to liquefy her genitals and into the pit of her stomach. She orgasms strongly, and obliviously tosses her head back and forth moaning into the spasming testicles over her mouth as her hands pump Parsons' cock. She barely notices her throat and her heaving breasts being sprayed with warm heavy droplets, nor her Uncle's smacking her thighs as she comes. Her eyes closed and legs collapsed, Ashley lies abandoned by the three men. Her naked torso is blotched with pink patches where she's been ro0ughly handled. Her breasts, throat and cheeks glisten with sperm. The men have composed themselves and are lighting cigars and retrieving their brandies. The Doctor, who has been photographing the events, takes a few final pictures of the debauched girl before setting down the camera and himself retrieving his whisky from the mantelpiece. The Doctor rejoins the other two men seated about the fire, and their conversation takes its own course. The debauched young girl is ignored, and after a few minutes, she rises, naked, and slinks from the room. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 05 Sunday Morning Exercises Ashley woke slowly. Her eyes blinked several times fuzzily, and opened on her sunny room, flooded with soft yellow morning light from the window. She stretched languorously, thrusting her loose fists towards the ceiling. She felt refreshed and well-slept. She swung her legs out over the side of the bed and placed her feet into the furry pink slippers which lay by her bed. She stood and made her way to the bathroom outside her room, opening her door a crack and peering out to ensure she was alone before scurrying to the bathroom. She didn't want her cousin to see her before she had had a chance to clean herself up and brush her teeth. In fact, she observed, this particular morning she seemed to be more rumpled than customarily. Her pajama was quite creased, and it even seemed to her that her sweat must have left patchy areas of stiffness on it. She did not suspect that these traces had been left by her night visitors, wiping their secretions on her nightdress. Unbuttoning and removing her pajama top, Ashley, observed herself in the mirror, while at the same time she herself was observed by the hidden surveillance cameras behind it. The camera recorded the swing of her breasts as she soaped her armpits and washed herself, the soapy water coursing down the sides of the burgeoning flesh of her boobs before being flushed away by clean water, in turn dried vigorously in the plush, green, towel. She brushed her teeth, and combed her hair, the gathered it into a tail behind her head and fastened it with a rubber band from the shelf next to her. For once Ashley manages to make her way downstairs and out the door without running into her adopted family, and we leave her delighting in the crisp morning air, and the filtered sunlight as she runs through the quaint neighborhood and into an adjoining park. Her breath steams and her trainers pound a rustling tattoo on the path, brittle fall leaves scattering behind the athletic girl's footfalls. She smiles delightedly, enjoying the feeling of her strong body's rhythmic strides cutting their way through the brisk morning, whisking by thick trunked oaks, sporting their winter baldness. We leave her for the moment to herself, dear reader, watching her from behind as she crests a rise in the path on the way to the small lake beyond, and smile appreciatively at the sight of her tense, hard-working haunches, only momentarily disappointed that her rear is covered by her jacket, tied around her waist. Soon enough Ashley returns to the house where, this time, her Uncle has been waiting for her with well-hidden eagerness. "How was your run?" inquired Uncle Edward as he opened the door and let Ashley into the warm house. Inside, the air felt distinctly warm to Ashley after the sharp crispness of the outside air. She was still panting softly, catching her breath. She responded, "It was lovely! I ran down the lane like you said to. There were ducks in the little pond there! The morning is really pretty." "Good, good girl!" encouraged Edward, letting her into the house. Ashley panted and caught her breath. She peeled off her large sweatshirt, and Edward discretely observed her breasts heaving under the tank top as she pulled the outer layer over her head. "Now," Edward said, "to continue your morning exercises, I want you to go upstairs to the recreation room. There I will direct you in some additional calisthenics!" Ashley wasn't displeased to hear this. She had admired the rec room with its wall of mirrors, and reveled equally in the strength and grace of her well trained body, as well as in the sight of herself exercising and dancing. She smiled, "Can I get a glass of water first, Uncle?" "Of course, Ash," responded her Uncle, "in fact get a glass of grapefruit juice from the icebox, and bring me one as well, please. If you would bring a croissant for me, and put it on a plate and bring it upstairs, I think I'll take a bit of early breakfast too! Bring cups and a pot of coffee." Ashley headed for the kitchen, which was light but somewhat smaller than Ashley would have expected for a house the size of her Uncle's. Like most European kitchens, it had elegant, but compact, appliances. The refrigerator and the stove, while modern and extremely stylish, were smaller than the ones that Ashley had at her own parent's house. Opening the refrigerator, Ashley found a small box of grapefruit juice. She found two glasses in the pantry, and filled them, then took a croissant from the basket of them which had been delivered from the bakery that morning and put this on a flowered ceramic platter for her uncle. She took a sophisticated, square serving tray, with a honey-colored wooden border and wicker surface, from a shelf by the pantry, and placed the little platter on it. Next to this she placed a plate holding a rough morsel of fresh cream butter, and a small crock of raspberry jam. She opened a number of drawers until finding one containing silverware, and placed a serviette on the tray, covering this with one of her Uncle's large- proportioned, heavy, silver-plated Sheffield knives. Now all that was needed, she thought, to complete the pretty breakfast tray, was a flower. She looked around and saw a small bud vase on the shelf. She quickly retrieved a small ornamental rose from the bush just outside the door leading to the garden from the kitchen, and put it in the small vase. Balancing the tray, she headed up the stairs to the rec room where her Uncle awaited. Edward had arranged a chair so he could comfortably supervise his nieces' exercises, and was patiently waiting for the girl. Although not partial to popular music, Edward put on the stereo a compact disc by Brittney Spears, playing it initially at low volume, to inspire his young niece's efforts. He watched her as she came into the room, balancing the tray with his breakfast charmingly. He smiled at her, "That is lovely, Ashley, thank you!" He stood and took the tray from her, and placed it on the low desk at the side of the room. He sat down on the foldable chair he'd placed by the desk and sipped the juice, looking at his niece who stood before him expectantly. Ashley was wearing white sneakers, short white socks, black tights in a dun finish covered her legs, delineating them perfectly. Around her waist, she had tied her sweatshirt, as girls commonly do when wearing tights that would otherwise fail to conceal the shape of their bottoms. A good 8 inches of bare midriff showed below Ashley's pink halter, which was designed to tightly contain her large breasts. "Now Ashley," said Edward, "let's just get you warmed up again a little bit, as you've had a chance to cool from your running. Hand me the sweater. Nothing should be allowed to interrupt the clean lines of a dancer or impede her movements." Ashley handed Edward her sweater, untying it from around her waist. Edward observed his niece's nicely shapely, flat tummy coming into view, and walked around her. Her proud rump stretched the dun black material of her tights nicely. "Touch your toes, Ashley," encouraged Edward, turning up the music slightly to get the girl moving of her own volition. "Up, down, up, down!" Edward positioned himself behind his niece and watched her body bend itself down towards her feet, her hands flattened and pointed like a diver entering the water, as she thrust her upper torso down towards the floor repeatedly. "Slow and deliberate Ashley, don't hurry" Ashley bent at the waist, pushing her backside out towards her observant uncle, who carefully watched the tightening of the muscles of her rear and the backs of her thighs. As she reached down and touched her toes, Edward stepped up to her and placed his hand on her head, grasping the girl by a handful of dark hair. Softly, he pressed her head down towards the ground. "Deeper, try to go deeper, Ash!" he intoned. To help stabilize her, he casually palmed her right bottom cheek. "That's good, hold that position! One, two,..." Edward counted. With each slow count, he, almost as an afterthought to help his niece keep a steady beat, gave her bottom cheek a firm little slap, not so hard as a spank, nor so soft as a caress, but with the character of both. "Three... smack... four... smack... five... smack... UP!" Ashley straightened. "Hands above your head," instructed her Uncle, "and down again!" Again, Ashley bent at the waist and reached for her toes. The movement obliged her to push her bottom into the palm cupping it, and the smacking of her bottom cheek and the counting resumed. "One... smack... Two... smack..." Edward felt his niece's assaulted bottom muscles ripple from the effort and stimulation. He pushed down on her head, using his proprietary grip on the girl's hair for purchase. "The stimulation of your bottom muscles," he explained taking a moment to illustrate his point by gently kneading each of the halves of the girl's outthrust ass, "helps you to concentrate on achieving the correct form, and stretching these muscles evenly." "Three... smack... Four... smack... Five... smack... Up!" By now, the girl's bottom had begun the occasional involuntary writhing to which Edward referred as "bottom dancing." A girl's ass started the "bottom dance," he had observed, when the combination of stimulation and humiliation made her muscles react to the contrary desire to perform a controlled muscular task, while also trying to get away from the violation of her private parts by a marauding hand or other instrument. These conflicting goals resulted in deep spasms and involuntary twitches in a girl's flesh, be it buttocks, breast, thighs, or any other fleshy part of her body. Under her tights, the lines of a pair of classic, full-reared panties showed clearly. Edward made a mental note of this. Soon, he smiled to himself, the presence of her modest panties would be the reason for testing that very modesty. Similarly, Edward observed to himself, the jogging bra top Ashley wore was far too sturdy a construction for his taste, as it foiled his ability to see her breasts respond naturally to their displacement as she moved. Its lack of transparency was also a fault, in his expert opinion. "Ashley," pondered her Uncle, as he held the girl's thinly covered rump, "I don't think you're quite getting the level of energy which I expect from you." "Your energy must come from your middle, your center..." he moved his other palm to rest on the girl's belly, just below her navel, and caressed her there. "Perhaps these constraining clothes prevent you from moving as freely as you ought! "Go into the bathroom, where you will find some gymnastics apparel which I think will work better." The girl let her arms fall, and moved towards the half-bath at the rear of the large room. In the mirror, her worried reflection looked back at her. She closed the door of the small room which contained a sink, a small table and a toilet. The sink was a lovely, russet-flecked, yellow marble, and Ashley looked at her reflection in the large gilt framed mirror above it. She gleamed with perspiration. Looking around, she found a thick towel folded on the table. On it was a small purple box with a white ribbon. A card which had been slipped into the ribbon bore her name in large calligraphy. She slipped the ribbon off the box, and opened the box. Parting the tissue paper inside it, she pulled out two matched pieces of clothing. This was what she was to change into! Both items were made of a delicate pearly white, flouncy, material. The material when Ashley placed her hand behind it was opaque, but didn't block the light behind her hand. It was almost like a rich gauze. From the feel she could tell it was finely worked silk. The two-piece outfit was fluid, with no support or stiffness to it. The borders below the breasts and at the waist were edged in gold. Under the outfit, the box also contained a gossamer pair of panties, made in a matching, but even more delicate material. These were like a cloud, soft and almost transparent. The rear of the panties was not a thong, but was abbreviated, so that when Ashley pulled it onto her hips, her bottom was covered only in the center, leaving an even sized portion of flesh all around the backside of the panty. She pulled the tap pants over the panties, and finally cast off her stiff jogging bra, and dropped the flimsy top down over her head. It seemed to float into place, and she arranged the cloth over her breasts. Her breasts were totally unsupported in this top. Her nipples darkened the material slightly, and the lines of her breasts as they shifted under the material were barely concealed. She looked at herself in the mirror. The exquisite material made her into a Greek goddess of the boudoir. It was only with extreme reluctance that Ashley cracked open the bathroom door and shuffled out of the room. Waiting for her having a cup of coffee with her Uncle, was her cousin Ralph. He was very well dressed in cream linen pants and a white shirt which showed his golden tan to advantage. Ashley blushed at his presence. She wanted to impress him. She was unaware of it, but much of the chagrin she felt at wearing the revealing and beautiful outfit transformed into an eagerness to have Ralph see her in it. "Good morning, cousin!" intoned Ralph enthusiastically, coming over and giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek. Ashley smiled and said, "Hi!" "I hope you don't mind, Uncle has asked me to sit in on your morning exercise," he continued. "Ok." Ashley's response was demure and somewhat frightened. She saw Ralph's ubiquitous camera on the table next to the breakfast. She shuddered imagining the embarrassing images of her that she feared would shortly be captured there. "Now, Ashley," said her Uncle, once again raising the volume of the music, "show us some of your dance moves." The next ten minutes or so were the most enjoyable time Ashley spent that morning. As the two men watched, sipped coffee, and Ralph took pictures, the barefoot girl in her diaphanacious top and shorts, danced vigorously and alluringly to the pop music on the stereo. Losing herself in the music, closing her eyes and feeling the beat, Ashley almost forgot where she was, and swayed and jumped, twirled and lunged to the heated beat. The men watched her carefully, observing the free and carnal moves of her pendulous breasts under their thin covering, her naked thighs stretching and tensing as she danced. The gyrations of her full bottom were enhanced by the floating pearly material and the flashing sparkle of the bands of gold decorating her trim waist and the swaying curve below her breasts. Too soon for Ashley, the third song ended, and her Uncle turned down the music. She stood waiting nervously, panting, her outfit sticking to her damply in places, as her Uncle strolled towards her. "Wonderful, Ashley," he exclaimed, smiling. "You are a marvelous and talented dancer. We must do everything possible to encourage and nurture this talent of yours!" "Now, let's continue with some calisthenics. "Ralph, please bring over one of the mats. Ashley, lie down on your back. I want to see some sit-ups." Ashley lay down on the mat, and while the men watched, repeatedly pulled herself up, her arms locked behind her head, to a sitting position, and then let herself back down. Each time she did this, her breasts heaved and swayed under her loose top. The muscles in the front of her thighs strained visibly. Ralph photographed her, getting multiple close-ups of her breasts shifting under the gossamer top and her thighs straining to lift her to a seated position. "Now, Ashley, please, turn around. Get down on your hands and knees. I want you to do twenty push ups. I know that standard push-ups, with your body suspended between your arms and your feet, will be difficult for you, given your slender arms and large chest. Instead, I want you to keep your knees on the mat, and push up with your arms. Let yourself down onto the mat, but do NOT let your full weight rest between push-ups. Understood? Now, please commence!" Ashley took a breath and placing her hands some inches further forwards on the mat, lowered herself towards it. Her breasts came to rest on the mat first, relieving her of some of the weight, and she continued the dip, raising her chin. The sun shone into the room and danced off the mirrors. She strained upwards, pushing her hands into the softness of the gym mat, and raising her shoulders. Her thighs pushed forwards. Her knees pushed against one another, sinking into the mat. Again, she dipped her upper torso, relaxing her thighs. This wasn't so hard! She could do quite a number of these, she thought. In response to her Uncle's command, she shifted each knee outwards a bit. The slow cadence of her dips as her Uncle counted them out was relaxing. Her body dipped and strained, fell and rose, in time to her Uncle's leisurely count. Edward and Ralph observed the young girl diligently performing exercises as commanded. The swell and strain of her haunches shifted and swayed the brief white cloth of her tap pants. Her parted legs allowed their gazes to travel into the gaps which opened and closed as the cloth of her shorts swayed against her buttocks and upper thighs, affording rhythmic glimpses of the gold trimmed crotch of her panties. Her long bare thighs, smooth calves and pretty feet were also scrutinized languidly by the two voyeurs. Ralph took photograph after photograph of his cousin's well delineated rear, under its thin covering of material, as well as series of photos taken from between the girl's legs, showing the lower curve her breasts naked and hanging free framed by the darkness of her crotch under her panties. "Ashley, put less of your weight down on the mat when you descend," corrected her Uncle. She attempted to obey, trying to limit the dip of her torso as she lowered herself towards the mat. "Ralph," said her Uncle, as she tired, "could you help Ashley, please? Sit in front of her, and let her dip down into your hands, then encourage her to hold herself off the mat and start the next push-up by providing some support and resistance." The young man, sat casually in front of his cousin, and placed his hands under her body on the mat. As she lowered herself towards the ground, Ashley couldn't avoid delivering her breasts gently into her cousin's palms. She felt his palms cup her though the gossamer material, and press into her soft titties. Her nipples responded, hardening and poking themselves firmly into his hands. As she dipped, her cousin's hand's pressure on her breasts mounted, as he helped her to raise herself into the next push-up, mashing her breasts towards her chest. This did make it easier for Ashley to continue her push-ups, as Ralph's grip on her bosom took some of the weight from her tiring arms. She repeated this a few more times, but started to fall behind her Uncle's count as her arms really tired. Standing at the wall, Edward opened a drawer and pulled from it a section of leather belting, about 4 inches wide and a foot and a half long. He walked towards the exercising girl. "Good girl, Ashley, the last ones are most important! Just five more!" Ashley strained. As she struggled to start another dip, Edward slid his left hand up both her rear thighs, gathering up the loose material of his niece's shorts, and pulling it up over her outthrust, hard-working bottom. He half uncovered her rear quickly in this way, leaving her bottom bare from her thighs to the middle of each plump cheek, from where it the full globes were more decorated than covered by the abbreviated, gauzy white panties she was wearing. "One!" he barked, and aimed a casual swipe of the belt across the tensioned naked lower curves of his nieces quivering backside. A loud Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 05 SNAP... rang out. Ashley, pitched forwards, sinking her breasts fully into Ralph's grasping hands. Ralph worked his palms to place his cousin's hardened tit tips between the side of his thumb and index fingers, and pinched the twin nubbins firmly. He pushed back on her imprisoned tits, and Ashley managed to push herself back up onto her arms and haunches. "More pressure," intoned her Uncle, "Ashley needs more assistance to raise herself, as she's tired Ralph. Here, let's raise the incentive..." He grasped the material at the lower edge of her top and pulled up, stripping it off her hanging breasts. The hardened nipples crowning her naked breasts pointed down at the mat. "Down, Ashley!" Her weakened arms, locked at the elbows, trembled and balked. Edward nodded and said, "Ralph, help your cousin: pull!" Obligingly, Ralph grasped one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and slowly stretched it down towards the mat. Ashley's breast elongated itself and that side of her body leaned down towards the mat. As her breast became stretched and conical, the girl's arms released and she fell forwards towards the mat. Her cousin caught her breasts and torso in his strong hands. "Up!" commanded her Uncle. She didn't move. Edward grabbed the waist of her shorts and pulled them down, bunching the soft material at her upper thighs. He aimed the belt across her bunched nates. SNAP!!! The leather smacked into the girl's quivering buttocks, and Ralph pushed her back up, aiding her weak efforts. "Down!" Again, Ralph grasped the opposite nipple, twirled it and pulled. Ashley moaned and again fell forward slowly. Edward strapped the girl again, watching the flesh of her bottom ripple and receive the warm red imprint of the leather. The flush stripe on one cheek disappeared under her brief panties only to re-emerge on the other tender cheek. "Three more..." Ralph helped Ashley to push herself back up. This time he only needed to hold her nipples comfortably in his grasp. She didn't wait for him to pull her boobs forward before flopping onto his hands again. As she lay on the mat, she struggled to rise before she could be spanked again, but even with the pressure on her breasts from Ralph's "help" she was unable to rise quickly. She felt her Uncle grasp her panties, and slowly, almost tenderly, lower them off her bottom. She felt the heat in her totally naked bottom as the men watched her struggle to raise it. The leather came down on her, wrapping each naked buttock in a strong stinging sensation which Ashley could feel deep in her bottom and between her legs. Her Uncle grasped her naked hips and pulled his niece's hips and bottom towards himself. "Perhaps we oughtn't to ask too much of Ashley so quickly," he said, "she looks very tired." "Let's move to the next exercise which will require much less effort on your part Ashley. Please stand up!" Edward walked back towards the wall, and placed the leather belt back in the drawer, closing it. He then turned up the music on the stereo slightly, and turned back towards Ashley who was raising herself onto her knees and standing up. She looked at him, tears in her eyes. Next to her, Ralph, helped her to stand, and petted her hair. "You did wonderfully, little one..." he whispered. A warm sensation suffused her breast in response to her handsome cousin's encouragement. The hand he placed casually on one naked and well strapped bottom cheek, felt supportive and friendly. "Lastly, Ashley, we would like to see some bottom dancing." Come over here and lay yourself down over my lap. The girl shuffled over towards her Uncle, hindered by the loose tap pants and taut panties binding her naked thighs. He patted his leg, and she lowered herself to her knees and draped her torso over his leg. "Up girl, further onto my lap," said her Uncle, accompanying this with a brief smack to her backside to encourage her. She hiked herself up so she lay over her Uncle. His hand grasped her panties and shorts and lowered them to mid thigh, then he forced open her legs as much as possible, so Ashley's right leg lay on the outside of one of his knees, held up by the cloth at her thighs. She stayed quietly in this position, while Ralph took a few pictures of her, and her Uncle smoothed and caressed her strapped bottom absent-mindedly. Ralph then came over and sat near her head on a cushion. He whispered, "Be a good girl, Ashley, and do a good bottom dance for us!" He pulled her top up towards her face, again baring her breasts, and began softly caressing the full, downward hanging, globes. She watched her cousin's fingers prod and press her titties. His palms brushed her nipples softly, sending electric thrills through her. A couple of good tugs on the nipples, caused her to start shifting around on her uncle's lap. She felt her Uncle's hand start to knead her bottom, which of its own volition began writhing. He spanked each cheek sharply, and Ralph squeezed each full naked breast in turn. Her bottom spasmed in time to the music and with the encouragement of the ravaging hands on her breasts, and the slaps on her posterior, Ashley's bottom was soon jiggling and bouncing on her uncle's lap in time to the music. Edward monitored closely his niece's distress as her bottom wiggled on his lap. From his viewpoint, he could easily observe the effect of this activity on the young girl's pussy, which lay accessible over his leg. He dearly would have liked to tug on Ashley's slick nether lips, but wanted to introduce each degradation to the girl slowly. The boy instead caressed the young girl's hair and face, murmuring to her, "Good girl, Ashley, move your pretty little bottom. Such a good bottom dancer you are! Perhaps Uncle will let me give you some private lessons. Would you like that? To have your bottom draped over my lap? Ralph moved his lips towards his cousin's hair, and placing them on the soft, curved shell of her ear, murmured into it as his father smacked her jiggling rear end repeatedly, "I would like that, little Ashley. I'd like to have your plump bottom dancing on my lap in time to my spanking it. Your little bare pussy over my crotch would give me a nice hard on, and I would spank you and spank you so you were rubbing your clit on me harder and harder and I'd watch you come like you did for me before..." "Unnhhh...", Ashley murmured, the boys description humiliating her but turning her on, an effect helped along by his fingertips working on her hardened nipples. Abruptly, Edward stopped his punishing hand, and ordered Ashley to stand. She slowly righted herself, with some difficulty, and stood before the two men, her tap pants and panties at mid-thigh, and her shirt askew and draped over one breast, leaving the other bare. "Ashley," intoned her Uncle, "that was a good start. Now please go prepare yourself for luncheon, which you will be serving in an hour. We will be having a few of my friends over for dinner, and I want to introduce you. Please remember that you must be on your best behaviour today, and I don't want any repeats of the slovenly attitude you've shown a propensity for. "In your closet you will find appropriate attire for serving us luncheon. Please put your current exercise gear away, clean yourself up, and present yourself in 45 minutes wearing the full uniform in your second drawer, including all the suitable undergarments, do you understand?" "Yes, sir..." whispered the girl, pulling up her panties and pants, and covering herself, before quickly exiting the room, the two men watching her with barely suppressed smiles of self-satisfaction as she meekly left the room. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 06 Chapter 6. ... and Night Downstairs, Ralph and Edward finished their glasses of Scotch in the salon. Edward glanced at his watch, and addressed his son, "I think that our delicious charge will be ready for us now, Ralph, shall we gather our equipment and get on with our onerous duty?" He smiled ironically, as did his son. They both rose eagerly, and while Ralph picked up his ever present camera and tripod, Edward moved to a bureau and took out a large wooden box with brass handles. They moved towards the door of the salon, and Edward stopped in the kitchen to obtain a jar of Nutella, then led the way up the stairs to the third floor. The elegant nineteenth century townhome's wooden steps were steeper than is usual today, and Ralph led the way ahead of his father, who took his time leisurely climbing to the upper story, where his young charge slept in a finely drugged state, the doctored chocolate dessert having done its duty admirably. At the girl's door, the two men stopped momentarily, and Edward rapped briskly on the dark, heavy bulk of the door and called the girl's name sharply. There was no response, and Edward used his master key to open the girl's door, which she'd taken great care to ensure was locked in her attempt to escape the demands of the men in the household she had been made to join. Stepping into the room, Edward walked around the bed and switched on the two bedside lights, casting a directed light on the girl lying peacefully drugged under the covers, her hair splayed gently across her pillow. The men moved slowly, relaxed and confident that they had as much time as they would desire to enjoy the helpless young woman asleep under the light covers. Ralph set up his camera a few feet away from the bed toward the lower left edge, extending the tripod to its full height so the camera pointed down at the bed and captured everything that was to occur from an advantageous vantage point. He gazed through the viewfinder to focus his lens on the girl, ensuring that the length of her body would fully fit into the frame of the picture even were she to squirm sideways in her sleep. Edward placed the box he was carrying on the nightstand within easy reach of the girl, and, pulling the duvet aside, uncovered her completely. The two men smiled down at the girl. She lay on her back, her face turned sideways away from the men, resting on one cheek. She wore the cream colored silk top and pants, like a man's pajama, which they had bought that day at Harrods, sporting a girlish cut to accommodate Ashley's feminine figure. The satiny top's short wide sleeves exposed Ashley's delicate wrists and hands. Her long slim fingers looked particularly girlish, as her nails were long but were varnished with only a demure shiny transparent coat. Her pajama pants were short as well, baring her legs just below the knees, and displaying her slim but athletic calves and her small but high-arched feet. Ashley's toenails were dark red; she'd chosen a bolder color as she had believed her toes safe from public observation. Large mother of pearl buttons on the front of the top and smaller ones on the pants fastened the shiny, cream colored fabric. Ralph photographed her repeatedly, as Edward commented, "We're not going to waste time in exposing your body, Ashley! Let's strip you, my girl, so we can give you a thorough examination." Ralph actuated the automatically repeating shutter on the solid, professional, camera, so it would record a picture every thirty seconds, freeing him to pursue his own pleasure with the sleeping girl. He walked around to stand at the head of the bed to observe his nubile cousin. Sitting down on the bed next to her immobile torso, Edward gazed down at the young woman supine beside him and observed carefully how the peaceful rise and fall of her chest as she breathed swelled and contracted her large, full breasts, pushing them against the shiny fabric of her top. Reaching out with one hand, Edward began threading the large buttons free of their generous buttonholes, opening them one by one the top of her night-shirt, finally pulling the two sides open unceremoniously to reveal the girl's ripe breasts, their large, darkened, areolas relaxed and spread in sleep. Ashley's torso lay at a slight twist towards the cheek her face lay on, and one full, round boob perched high on the raised side of her body. Exhibiting the firmness of the girl's youth, it stood undaunted by gravity, exhibiting only the slightest fattening at its base as it perched unsupported. Her other mammary, turned towards the bed, hung slightly, a plump pear shaped morsel, topped by a pound-coin shaped ruby shaded nipple. Edward and Ralph studied the girl's denuded chest, and the older man extended his arm and let the hairy back of his hand graze the lower curve of Ashley's gentle, pendulous tit, accepting the breast's soft weight and hefting it, causing it to flatten slightly along its lower curve as it the coral nipple tipped upwards. Letting Ashley's boob hang freely, Edward turned towards the nightstand. Opening the wooden box he'd placed there, Edward removed from it two matching leather cuffs, lined in fur and sporting a number of leather thongs and small straps with which they were intended to be ingeniously attached to one another and to other objects. He slipped a cuff around each of his niece's unconscious wrists, slid home the catch that closed them, and then bound the two close together using a thong. Finally, he hefted the girl's arms over her head attaching Ashey's joined wrists to the headboard above her bed, simultaneously pushing her body around so she lay flat on her back, her breasts swaying up and towards her center. Ashley's arms lay flat on the bed, her elbows spread comfortably framing her face, her cheek nestling against her her soft pale upper arm. He beckoned Ralph towards him. Ralph quickly moved to the other side of Ashley's bed and also sat down next to the nude chested young woman. Each man reached out to take hold of one of the girl's defenseless breasts and began playing with it, each in his favoured fashion. The drug, though rendering Ashley unconscious, had the interesting effect, unlike true sleep, of leaving its victim able to experience sensations. It did not afford her the peaceful limpness of true sleep, but allowed her to move and react lethargically. She moaned when her Uncle grabbed her full right breast roughly and squeezed it, letting his fingers sink deeply into her pillowy, captive orb. Ralph simultaneously pinched her soft, fat, left nipple in his fingers, drawing her breast upwards to shake the globe gently by her imprisoned nipple. Ashley's torso arched, unconsciously seeking to relieve the strain on her stretched breasts, and her arms writhed softly against her bonds. She let out involuntary, mewling, sounds as her head slowly tossed back and forth. The camera's shutter fires at regular intervals, and unflinchingly documents her ravishers' playing freely and roughly with her boobs for many minutes. Their marauding hands prod and press, shaking and tugging at her mammaries. Her girlish globes are patted and petted, mauled, and pulled at the whim and mercy of the two delighted men who acquaint themselves with every bounce and quiver of the delicious frontal charms at their disposition. Edward turns serious, intoning "perhaps Ashley, you need those udders milked now like an obedient cow." Even though she cannot hear him, his tone carries, as it always has when forcing her to perform one or another humiliating ordeal, the outward veneer of benevolent reasonableness, ill concealing the icy authoritarianism that mocks and deepens the shame Ashley has felt at being made to obey his perverted desires throughout her stay in the house. Both men begin a coordinated motion, using their hands to ring the base of each breast, then roughly using the constricted ring of their hands to squeeze each tit upward, the fat globes bunching out, then slipping slowly through the fingers until Ashley's nipples reached their fingers. They each use a thumb and index finger apiece to grasp a reddening nipple and tug the moaning girl's naked tits by that convenient handle. Again, their hands moved to the base of her breasts and repeated the motion, milking the girl's puffy, soft, tits strenuously. Her naked belly heaved and her chest writhed as they milked her. Edward quit her breast for a moment, leaving Ralph free to grab Ashley's only momentarily freed breast, and repeat the milking motion on both breasts together. Edward, in turn, opened the buttons on Ashley's pajama bottoms, and saying "Let's see you make your pussy dance for us while you're milked!" pulled the sides of her pants down baring her hips and then her lightly furred pubis. He returned to his original position, and took hold of the breast before him, which Ralph reluctantly released. He bent his head down and placed his mouth over the girl's abused nipple, and began sucking and tonguing the nub while resuming milking the breast. Ralph, also captured Ashley's other nipple in his teeth, and nipped the bud while worrying the fleshy globe in his hand. The effect on the girl of having her breasts sucked and milked was pleasurable to watch for the two men. Ashley twisted her chest this way and that mashing her breasts into her molesters' faces, while her legs softly writhed. The two men sucking her boobs watched her lightly downed pulse with the rocking motion of her hips and midriff. Edward reached out one hand and placed it on her daintily feathery-furred slit feeling the warmth and pulse of her crotch in his hand as waves of motion passed through her. Capturing her now turgid nipple with his teeth, Edward sank his middle finger into the velvety nest of her crotch, letting the puffy lips embrace his invading finger, holding the writhing girl's body pinned between her tit and the moist entrance to her vaginal canal. Ralph's hand instead sought out another diversion. He placed his palm under her writhing body, cupping her naked buttocks, then insinuating his hand towards her vagina from the rear. One finger traced and forced open the rear of her vaginal slit, and his palm cupped his cousin's soft nether globes. Ashley pulled at her bonds in her sleep as both her breasts were simultaneously suckled and her cunt was fingered from rear and front. Her lips parted and gasps issued from her sleepily, "oh... ah, ah..." in time to her cousin's clutching her ass or thrusting his fingers inside her or her Uncle's tugging at her bared clitoris. "Fine little bitch," murmured Ralph, "feed me these big tits, slut. You like to wriggle that naughty bottom while it's being held, don't you? You liked your smacking today? There'll be many more spankings for you, little girl. You'll have ages bent over a lap being explored inside and out! We are going to enjoy stripping you naked and punishing you, feeling your flesh wriggle and pulse!" Ralph, excited by his own words, climbs onto the bed, resting his knees beside Ashley's head. He tugs at his zipper, which slides open, and reached into his pants to extract his penis. He has to adjust its angle as it is engorged and jammed into his underpants, so he unbuttons his pants totally, opens the waistband and lets the two halves hang. His black underwear strains to contain his erection, and in fact fails somewhat as the head peeks over the waistband. The cotton below it is wet with his fluids. He pulls down the waistband of his undergarment, tucking it under his balls and freeing his genitals which bob excitedly right besides the girl's sleeping face. It would take but a few strokes of my pen to describe to those of you in my audience interested in such anatomical details the male member which our innocent Ashley is to experience in a moment. Yet, just as her eyes are closed and she cannot see what stands waiting for her, so too perhaps we shall learn the particulars of her cousin's penis, and that of her Uncle's, along with Ashley, and postpone learning her visual reaction to them for a few more days. Ralph reaches over to the nightstand and grasps the jar of chocolate paste. Opening it, he extracts a dollop of the sweet confection. In her drugged, semi-unconsciousness, Ashley's senses register first the alluring whiff of chocolate, followed by the gliding stroke of a pair chocolate coated fingers inserting themselves between her partly opened, plush, lips. They push into her mouth, gaining entry while leaving a chocolaty trail across the girl's lips and teeth, then pushing deeper to smear the paste on her tongue. The fingers fill her mouth comfortably, and swirl in a circular motion pushing her passive tongue around until she begins to salivate, her tongue and mouth moistening and her lips opening of their own accord to softly lap at the stickiness coating the intruding digits. Ralph simultaneously anoints his member with a chocolate coating. Edward, meanwhile, tires for the moment of abusing Ashley's breasts, and moving down the length of the bed, grasps her legs, rolling her partially onto her hip, and revealing her bottom. He retrieves from the box a six-inch long, two-inch wide leather tawse. Steadying the girl's rear by the expedient method of reaching around her front and sinking two fingers into her vagina and forcing her to thrust her bottom rearwards. Holding her tightly by her sex, he smacks the tawse smartly down on the nearer, full, rounded, ass-cheek. Ashley gasps at the impact of the leather on her ass. A trickle of saliva escapes her mouth, shiny and wet with traces of chocolate lacing it, and makes the skin around her mouth glisten wetly. Ralph takes the opportunity to slide his chocolate covered, sticky-sweet, hardened member between her pillowy open lips, and as the leather tawse again smacks her defenseless bottom cheek eliciting a sound between a whimper and a gasp from the girl, her cousin pushes his cock deep into her mouth. The lightly sleeping girl registers something warm and sticky pushing past her lips and thrusting into her mouth. Her jaw widens slightly to let the hard yet velvety long object fill her mouth, bumping against her tongue and coursing its length as it settles into the back of her mouth. Her lips are distended around the intruding penis, and her tongue tastes the mixture of chocolate and a tangier, slippery fluid, sweet in a different way. Her pussy aches where her Uncle's fingers firmly grasp her genitals, and her bottom bounces and quivers as the leather strap repeatedly smacks one bottom cheek, striping it with wide red splotchy marks which contrast with the white, unmarked further bottom cheek. The strap marks cross the one ass cheek at slight angles to one another, each long, rectangular welt showing a crisp edge, as the very sides of the leather tawse convey the greatest impact as they bite into Ashley's softly receiving bottom. Between the hard, red edges, the strap's image is painted in an uneven pink and red, patchwork of tones. "Suckle that cock, little slut," intoned Ralph, grasping hold of her near plump breast and pulling the girl onto his cock by pulling her tit towards himself. The sweet in her mouth making her saliva flow, Ashley began an unconscious sucking motion. As if the cock-head in her mouth were a caramel, the girl's soft tongue laved the sweet-covered penis in her mouth. Ralph kneaded her breast as she suckled him, sinking his fingers into her plump tit. He paused playing with her breast occasionally to bring a finger coated with more of the chocolate to her suckling mouth, where he smeared her lips and his member afresh. As her mouth licked his penis for its sweetened coating, rubbing the plump head with her lips and tongue, her Uncle commanded the unconscious girl's posterior. He massaged her rearward thrust vagina, placidly smacking her thighs and bottom with the leather tawse. Ashley is caught between the searing stinging sensation suffusing her mistreated bottom and having her mouth repeatedly filled and emptied by Ralph's cock. Her tongue registers the smooth expanse of the skin of his shaft, then the abrupt ridge of his cockhead and the smooth, plum-like glans itself as it pushes in and out of her mouth. Ralph's eyes roll in pleasure at his cousin's ministrations of his eager erection. He chides her teasingly, "You're going to be a good girl and make me come, and you're going to swallow like a good little bitch. Oh, fuck, yes, suck the juices out of me." His hand leaves Ashley's well-fondled breast to entwine itself in her hair and cup her head. He pulls the girl's face towards himself, sinking his cock in her mouth as far as his pubic hair. Ashley feels a soft, heavy weight envelop her lips and chin as it settles into her young cousin's prickly, warm scrotum. Ralph feels the familiar sharp sweetness of sensation deep in the root of his penis. He holds Ashley's head still, thrusting slowly back and forth in the helpless girl's mouth. A brief small pulse at the base of his penis signals his impending pleasure, and a pearl sized sticky white drop squirts onto Ashley's slowly lapping tongue, pooling and spreading viscously. Ashley senses a sticky bitterness adding itself to the flavors of chocolate. Ralph thrusts strongly into the back of Ashley's mouth repeatedly, causing her to gag slightly, as his orgasm begins in earnest. Ashley feels a jerking and bumping against the roof of her mouth as the penis bucks and spasms, and suddenly her mouth is filled with a thick smoky fluid as Ralph's cockhead spurts jet after jet of sperm into her mouth, inundating her tongue and teeth, sliding glutinously towards the rear of her throat. Gobs of cum cling to her tongue as Ralph bathes it copiously. Ashley chokes slightly as the semen that Ralph pumps into her slides back in her throat. Confused by the sweet, she swallows languidly while her tongue washes the boy's cock clean of his pearly excretion. After a few moments spent blissfully recovering, his penis slowly softening between Ashley's parted lips, Ralph withdrew his penis from Ashley's mouth, and turned her head in the other direction. There, her Uncle's penis in its own turn awaited her ministrations. Edward's penis was also covered with chocolate, and Ashley's mouth sleepily widened to take in the head of his cock as he laid it between her plump lips. He used one hand to guide the slick, wet, head of his penis back and forth threw the sleeping girl's lips. Ashley felt the new intrusion as her lips were pushed open to stretch around a far wider cockhead. Though the back of her mouth and throat were not prodded as they had been by her previous violator's cock, her tongue was pushed down and her mouth was effectively stuffed. He upper lip curled up and her head was forced to tilt back as the large glans parted her teeth. Ashley gurgled and her breath came raggedly through her nose as she slowly became accustomed to being force-fed her Uncle's fat member. As his father ravished the complacently unconscious girl's mouth, relishing the angelic face enveloping his penis, Ralph moved down the length of the bedside towards Ashley's midriff. Grasping one delicious leg in each hand, he bent the girl's knees and pushed her legs open, causing the sticky lips of her cunt to separate and present her pussy helplessly to him. Between the delicate folds, Ashley's vaginal entry winked pinkly at the young man. He examined the charming sight of his cousin, stripped naked with a cock deep in her mouth, her reddened, much manipulated breasts exposed, and her defenseless pussy gaping open to his gaze and touch. His hand went to her soft, nearly hairless, pussy lips, and his fingertips began stroking the girl's vulva. Licking his fingers for lubrication, Ralph placed a finger at the rear of her cunt and slid it forward, gliding to her tight hole, then pushing slowly but decidedly into the girl's tight vagina. The girl moaned through her nose, as she simultaneously felt the cock she was suckling push deeper into her mouth and force her tongue back and a second finger push into her pussy, stretching her open rudely, then probe her gentle feminine sheath. Ralph's fingers embarked on a circular exploration of her vagina, alternating with a deep thrusting which pushed his digits into her to the knuckles and rocked her pelvis back tilting her pudendum up, pivoting upward towards her cousin. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 06 Ashley, unconscious, but far from impervious to the manipulation of her genitals, mewed into the gag formed by her Uncle's penis deep in her mouth. Ralph thrust his fingers repeatedly back and forth in the girl's pussy, dragging the puffy lips with his fingers. His thumb grazed Ashley's clitoris, and the girl squirmed. She felt her organs swell and warm up, and a feeling of wetness being, as the stimulation of her sex aroused her and her cousin's fingers plunged in and out of her repeatedly, sliding easier as they became coated with her lubrication. A second hand now joined in the fun of playing with her pussy, as Ralph continued to push in and out of the girl with one hand while placing his other on the puffy rise of her mons and pulling upwards towards her belly, causing her clitoral hood to stretch back and bare her pink clitoral nubbin. Her thighs tensed and contracted with the intense stimulation of her genitalia as her cousin also used the remaining fingers of the hand penetrating her to cup her ass between her legs. Ashley's panting breaths came somewhat easier, as Edward withdrew his cock from the depths of his niece's mouth and she felt her lips close somewhat until they only held the very tip of the penis between them. Though the stimulation of Ashley's mouth by itself had been enough for the younger man, Edward required a more vigorous action to climax. His hand grasped his own member and he stroked his shaft vigorously while feeding only the very end of his cock to the closed-eyed waif lying tussled below him. Ashley felt a warm wetness engulf her clitoris, and her thighs trembled as her cousin's tongue came to rest on the delicate clit, then trace her vaginal lips and lap vigorously at her already thoroughly wet sex. The tip of the warm muscle worried back and forth over her throbbing clitoris and two strong hands clasped her naked buttocks and pushed her hips up so the marauding tongue gained freer access to her now lewdly widened opening. Ashley's bottom churned in her cousin's grip as he mercilessly flicked his tongue over her little promontory. His hands slid down her thighs, clasping her behind her knees, and Ashley felt her legs raised up and pushed upward, bent-kneed, until they rested, splayed widely, just above her torso, her lower legs and feet dangling beside her. Ashley's sleepy consciousness noted the sensation the warm assault on her most intimate and sensitive parts. From her point view, one of the unfortunate side effects of the sedative which her Uncle had sneaked into her system and which had reduced her to a helpless toy for the two debauched men taking advantage of her, was that she was unable to experience an orgasm. The sensations rocking her body therefore could not find their natural outlet, and the poor girl's pelvis, thighs and backside quivered with the pent up sexual charge she was unable to dispel. This however was quite the opposite for Edward, which accounts for Ashley's soft chocolaty sucking being suddenly interrupted by her mouth receiving a strong spurt of hot sticky fluid jetting directly between her lips, bathing the back the girl's tongue, coating it slickly. A second spurt followed, as she felt the penis at her mouth buck, painting a glutinous streak of cum along her lips and cheek, as well as her teeth and the front of her tongue. Edward lurched forward blissfully burying his spurting cock into his niece's protesting mouth, and spraying his semen deep into her throat where she involuntarily was forced to swallow it and the next, somewhat less copious ejaculatation. Edward removed his dripping penis from Ashley's cum filled mouth and rubbed the plump, spunk covered head of his cock against her soft, smooth cheeks, cleaning himself off on her angelic face. Her breath gurgled through her sticky mouthful, as the semen overflowed from her pouting lips and dripped down her cheek, threads of it catching in her hair and dripping down on to the sheet below her face. Moments after her Uncle withdrew from her mouth, Ashley felt her body flatten, giving softly under the weight of cousin who's youth reasserted itself, his hard erection pushing against Ashley's soft belly as he lay on top of her, her legs splayed around his torso. Ralph's mouth fastened on one of his cousin's delicious nipples and sucked and nibbled it, while he rubbed his cock hard over her trim flat stomach. The resilient springy morsel between his teeth tensed and stretched as he nipped and pulled on it, and Ashley's body rocked back and forth under her male cousin's motion. It was now her belly and the sparse pubic hair of her vulva that received her liquid, pearly reward, as Ralph ejaculated onto her ecstatically, sucking her nipple violently. After his paroxysm subsided, he released the aching nipple, and pushed himself off the girl. Ralph looked around. His father had gone, after bringing a dampened towel which Ralph used to perfunctorily clean the girl up. He manhandled her back into her pajamas, stopping to play with her breasts for another moment before reluctantly buttoning the shirt. He threaded the loose pants onto her legs and pulled them up in front, them holding her by one hip turned her onto her side to pull up the pants in back. Her round prominent bottom naked before him, the marks from her tawsing only now fading slightly, afforded him an opportunity which he could not pass up, and, leaning forward slightly over the girl, he raised his palm high in the air and brought it down on one bouncy bottom cheek, which compressed under the strong spank. Ashley's twin bottom cheek also received a spank, and smacks rang out for a long minute as Ralph leisurely spanked his girl-cousin, watching her tender ass bounce under his strict palm. A warm pink hue spread blotchily over the white crests of her backside, extending then to encompass her entire bottom, as his spanks took in more of her rump, falling as well on the firmer sides of her bottom, nearer her hips. Neither did he ignore the full lower portion of each bottom cheek which he spanked with an upward swinging motion to which the girl's now quite red bottom responded by swaying upward at each blow, stretching open her glistening nether lips. Reluctantly, Ralph end the spanking, running his palms over the well punished arse, and feeling its heat. He pulled her pants up, and stood, reaching over to the duvet and covering his cousin with it. Walking towards the door, he depresses the shutter on the camera ending its recording of the scene which just took place. He looked back and grinned at the disheveled girl sleeping troubledly, and snapped off the light. The door closed on the darkened room and the lock turned. The silence in the room was complete save for a regular, soft, sleepy whimpering coming from the bed. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 07 Chapter 7. Lingerie from London Ashley, shifted restively in her seat in the orchestra section of the darkened opera house. On stage, the soprano playing Adina was behaving brattily to her admirer Nemorino, telling him her love was a fickle thing. The storyline was funny and she was enjoying the music, but Ashley was unaccustomed to the length of an opera, and so was having trouble keeping her attention focused on the goings on. Instead, she glanced around her and observed the well-dressed patrons seated all around her. Most of the men wore some form of dark suit, many wore tuxedos. The women were more colorfully dressed. Ironically, the young girl observed, the older the women were, the more garish the colors they seemed to choose. Whereas the dowager a few chairs from her wore a large turquoise brooch on a rainbow-hued blouse with a large Hermes scarf around her shoulders, Ashley's dress was a simple and severely elegant black and white. She'd been shopping for it with her Uncle, who sat next to her attentive to the opera. The dress had was mostly black with a diagonal strip of white off one shoulder and across the bodice. The high rounded neckline was a slash of black, suspended from thin black straps gracing Ashley's shapely shoulders and slim arms, and dropping on her side almost precipitously to bare her back to well below her shoulder blades. The dress was short, appropriately for a young woman with as perfect, sheer black, stockinged, legs as Ashley's. Her black and white Chanel high-heels matched her outfit as if they'd been made for it, and her ensemble was completed by a double choker of small pearls with a gold clasp. Ashley's entire wardrobe at home would not have cost as much as her shoes, or even of the expensive underwear which her Uncle had purchased for her. She blushed as she recalled the previous day's visit to the lingerie store in the Kensington High Street, where her Uncle had selected the undergarments she was currently wearing as well as many additional items. The shopgirls had appeared unperturbed by her Uncle's demands that Ashley model each piece for him in a private dressing room, but she had caught amused glances passing between the girls who assisted them and attended the modeling. She'd entered the store with a combination of embarrassment at being in so feminine an environment while accompanied by her Uncle, coupled with excitement at all the beautiful and delicate garments on display. Even the air had seemed perfumed in an intensely heady, feminine way. The shopgirls, both tall and elegant, one black and one redhead with a short bob haircut, had been solicitous. Her Uncle had explained that they were from out of town and needed to stock up on "foundation wear." The girls had asked Ashley her measurements. Edward had explained that he considered it best to have Ashley's measures taken again, as she was a growing girl and hadn't been fitted properly before. He also asked for a private showing room. They had been led to an elegant small room, where pair of elaborate painted, curved wood, upholstered benches were placed before a small dais raised about 8 inches off the floor. Mirrors surrounded this on three sides. Ashley was made to stand on this, and asked to remove her dress. The female assistance had hung her dress for her, leaving Ashley in only her blue lace bra and matching panties. While still in her heels, she had stood on the dais as the girl had used a tape measure to capture the span between a wealth of different parts of her body, rotating her so she could easily reach around her bosom, or down the inseam of her legs. Her Uncle had observed the proceedings with detached interest. Once her measurements had been taken, Ashley was given a silk robe, and she and her Uncle strolled through the store, selecting items. The assistants noted the items and after Ashley and Edward had returned to the fitting room, brought these in Ashley's size. Edward glanced through them, and handed Ashley a variety of items to try on. First had come a selection of panty and bra sets, for which Ashley had gone behind a screen and stripped totally, before putting them on one by one and coming back to the dais where she walked and pirouetted for her Uncle. Edward had carefully examined his niece's appearance in each of the undergarments, how one or another panty exposed or covered parts of her girlish buttocks, or how the lower seam indented the ripe flesh on the lower curve of her ass cheek. He noted how the different cups supported her youthful breasts, preferring the less sturdy bras which allowed the curves of Ashley's breasts' natural upward tilting hang to be seen in profile thus complimenting the ripeness of her full globes. While she was modeling one set of elaborate red lace bra and panties, Edward asked her to turn, and as she presented her rear to him, he fingered the leg hem of the panty experimentally, raising it slightly from her full ass cheek and fondling her exposed buttock. Ashley reacted to this sudden unexpected intimacy by pulling away with a quickly muffled squeal. "Temper, young lady!" exclaimed her Uncle admonishingly. "Bend over, well over, I want to see how your pussy lips appear in this panty." Ashley froze, blushing and unable to meet the gaze of the shopgirls who tittered in the background. She felt the moment frozen in time, her cheek reddening, and all attention focus on her meagerly clad posterior. Her Uncle stepped in front of the embarrassed girl. "You have forgotten how to obey, Ashley?" Her uncle took firm hold of her upper arm, and pulled her forward from the waist by it, causing Ashley's bottom to jut out. " You're embarrassed to do what you're told in front of these ladies? Perhaps we can arrange a better audience for you," he menaced, proprietarily giving her outthrust rear a casual but stinging smack. Turning to the shop-girls, Edward dismissed them, "Thank you, ladies. I think we will need a moment here to ourselves, with perhaps the help of a more participatory audience? Perhaps you have a male employee who can assist my recalcitrant niece?" The shopgirls exited the room slowly, giggling nervously at Ashley, who stared down at the floor in embarrassment, bent slightly at the waist and clad only in the skimpy underwear. Edward stepped outside the room. Ashley looked about frightened, but could see no escape. A moment later, Edward returned, accompanied by a young man dressed in a doorman's uniform. The man was tall and dark, and appeared to be of Slavic background. Edward addressed him and the girl, "James, this is my niece Ashley. She has shown herself to be reluctant to mind her manners in front of the ladies, so I think that a lesson is in order. She always seems less reluctant to do as she's told in front of men, isn't that right little one? Yes, she seems to require a dominating presence in order to bring out the best in her behavior." "Ashley, dear please turn around and show James here what we're considering buying." The doorman grinned and watched the lingerie clad beauty hungrily, as she turned to him, her eyes timidly downcast. Her breathing became heavier, and the man could hear her panting in fright as he gazed at her full breasts in their lacy red cups, through which he made out the slight darkening of her nipples. His eyes slid down her flat belly down to the red panties gracing her hips. "Turn, Ashley, and bend over," commanded her Uncle. The girl turned away from the two men, but was unable to bring herself to bend forward as commanded. The doorman took in the heavy hemispheres of her bottom, delicately covered with the red lacy panties. He delighted in the slight trembling motion that the girl's fear imparted to her soft posterior. "I'm sorry, James," said Edward, "my niece often finds it difficult to obey while fully dressed. She seems to behave best only when her clothes start to come off. I don't know why, but we must work with her nature, don't you think? And it would seem that even standing in front of her a stranger in only underclothes isn't enough undress to motivate her. "Perhaps you would be so kind as to just release her breasts from the cups of her brassiere? Being made to display her nude tits may make her less recalcitrant. Don't take the garment off her, for now, just pluck her breasts out and tuck the material below them." Ashley gasped as the eager young man approached her. He grabbed her arm roughly, then, with a slow and deliberate movement, tucked his index finger into the bra cup on the side of one plump breast. Running his finger down into the cup, he used it to slowly drag the cloth of the cup down the globe of her breast, baring the creamy full flesh. As he did so, he let his palm brush over her plushy tit, grazing her hardened nipple. He varied his technique with the other breast, using all the fingertips of his hand to drag the cloth down the front of her other breast, letting his fingernails scrape her breast firmly, leaving parallel, thin reddened scratches on her now nude breast. His thumb and index finger plucked each of her nipples in turn, yanking on her tit and giving it a little shake, to free each breast totally of its covering "What a bad girl," grinned the amused doorman, as he fondled Ashley's bared breasts. "Here your Uncle treats you to some nice clothes, and you don't even obey him. I do think that you deserve punishing for being so thankless." Ashley tried to cringe and protect her breasts from the assault of his hands, but he grabbed each tit in a strong hand and held her up, "Stand up!," he commanded, "stick those naughty tits out." He fingers plucked at her engorged nipples, pinching her delicate fattened nubbins, stretching them upward and forcing the girl to stretch her chest and shoulders upwards. To Ashley's surprise, the young man then grabbed both her wrists in one hand, and held them behind her back. He was strong and effortlessly tipped her backward slightly, making Ashley thrust out her nude chest at him. He dipped his head and brought his mouth to one breast to roughly flick his tongue over Ashley's nipple. She whimpered and writhed, but was unable to avoid the man's mouth as the doorman suckled and explored her soft breast delightedly. Again and again, he let his teeth nip at her turgid bud, and used his tongue to wash over the white softness of her plump tit. The girl wriggled to no avail, her wrists firmly caught in the man's grip, as her breast became shiny from his saliva. He concentrated on the one breast, clearly intending to cause as much irritation and discomfort to the girl as he could. He relished using the stubble of his cheeks to roughen up the fine white tender skin of Ashley's defenseless boob, which became pink and splotchy under his scraping and sucking. As he abused her imprisoned tit, the doorman chastised Ashley, "Are you enjoying me sucking your fat boob, girl? Is that why your nipple is so hard? It wants more, doesn't it? That's right, stick that big nipple up so that I can scrape it with my cheek... it likes that? I can tell by the way your tit is bouncing around, not to mention how your arse is wiggling. Harder? Is that what you need? Lift that boob so I can bite and suck your teats, my little cow!" Her Uncle beamed approvingly at his nieces' tormentor. After he was satisfied with the results of Ashley's breast punishment, he addressed the doorman, "James, please bring Ashley here to this chair." James used his grip on her hands to push Ashley over to the chair her Uncle indicated. "Kneel on the chair, Ashley, facing the chair back." James released the girl, who slowly clambered onto the chair, resting her front on the upholstery of the chair back. "Hold the chair cushion, Ashley, I don't want your hands leaving the chair." Now the two men stood behind the girl, as she leaned forward and away from them on the chair. Her body shook charmingly as she softly cried, and the men watched her slumped shoulders shake and her soon to be punished bottom shiver. "Ashley," said her Uncle, "Please assist James to remove his belt, I think I will require him to employ it in your correction!" The man leered at the girl, and, as tears crept down her face, she fumbled with the buckle detaching his wide black leather belt and then slowly drawing it from around his waist. "Now give me the belt, so I can get you acquainted with it, little love," sneered the doorman. Ashley handed the belt to him, and closed her eyes as he walked behind her. He observed her outthrust, defenseless and ripe bottom. Ashley felt the man's hand pat her rump, testing the resilience of her buttock. "It would be a pity to damage such a fine undergarment, wouldn't you say Ashley? Perhaps you would be so kind as to pull it down off your bottom?" Ashley reluctantly reached behind her, and slowly and hesitatingly drew her panties down over her tender bottom cheeks, baring them to the young man standing behind her. He gazed at the trembling twin white mounds as they were fully revealed to him, first one side, then, as Ashley used her other hand, the other bottom cheek. She let the panties hang between her leg, the sides of the underwear slightly indenting the outside of her upper thighs from where they were suspended. The men behind her enjoyed the view of her pale buttocks, framing the plump mound of her pudendum which peeked out between her thighs from behind the dangling panties. "Stick out your bottom for your strapping, little slut!" said the doorman, doubling the belt in his hand so it formed a long loop. His palm explored her now naked buttocks roughly, jouncing the springy flesh and investigating the curves of her bottom as he judged the effect the leather strap would have on the different sections of her posterior. His fingers caressed and pinched her full nether cheeks, softly exploring its curves, then curving in with the lower part of her ass to flick across the rear bulge of her warm and almost hairless vulva. The stranger's hand left her buttocks, and Ashley heard the sound of the belt whistling through the air moments before she felt it smack hotly across the widest section of her womanly backside, causing the plump buttock to flatten momentarily and vibrate hotly. She cried out and pitched forward, desperately thrusting her posterior downwards, away from the belt. The doorman petted her bottom again, feeling the warmth emanating from the wide pink mark left by the strap across her cheeks. Again, the loop came down on her tense backside, this time at a diagonal and across a single bottom cheek. As Ashley jumped from the blow, a twin smack brought the strap down on the other cheek. She cried out. Her bottom twisted back and forth before the doorman, its cheeks bouncing from the effort. He smiled and shortened his grip on the belt, leaving a smaller, more controllable loop dangling from his hand. His other hand reached out and steadied Ashley's naked bottom by her hip, and he then used the short leather loop to strike a repeated tattoo across one quickly reddening cheek of the girl's defenseless backside. As the leather thwacked her tender globe repeatedly, Ashley whimpered, and the doorman smiled at the accompanying ripples and bouncing in the pale globes under his hand. The doorman then released her hip and walked slowly around to her other side. From there, he reached out and let his hand glide over the lower curve of Ashley's breast, pushed up by the bra cup folded below the naked globe. His fingers found her tense nipple, and trapped it between a thumb and forefinger. The man squeezed the hardened bud, and pulled it tautly away from the girl's chest and down, forcing her to bend more and thrust out her bottom further. "I know you want to have your bottom cheeks the same color, don't you little one?" smiled the doorman, "So I'll just redden this pale cheek for you..." The belt struck her less punished bottom cheek strongly and Ashley tried to pull away, but the finger on her nipple imprisoned her, forcing her to remain still while the man used the belt to spank her bottom repeatedly, the pale flesh of her buttock quickly reddening to match its already well-spanked twin. A flash of light from the direction of her Uncle's seat observing the proceedings caught the girl's attention for a moment, and she looked up to see her Uncle taking pictures of her humiliating ordeal with his ever present camera. The eager photographer came closer, and recorded the grimaces of his niece's expression as the belt smacked her ass, as well as capturing the instantaneous distortion of her bottom cheeks, as they embraced around the thrashing belt. When the doorman was satisfied that Ashley's bottom cheeks showed similar degrees of redness, a process which involved him returning to the less recently punished half of her bottom for some "freshening" of its hue, he ordered the girl to stick her bottom out further toward him. She did so, and he reached out and pulled the lacy red panties, bunched at her thighs, down to her backs of her knees. A hand on Ashley's head pushed her down onto the back of the chair, her cheek pressing into the plush cloth of the oversized seatback. Her outthrust bottom, in this new bent position, allowed James to examine Ashley's vaginal pouch from where it rested, framed by her rear thighs, and the flushed hemispheres of her ass. His full palm and fingers cupped her pussy from the rear, and Ashley moaned in shame and fear as she felt his coarse fingers push through her outer lips and test her moist core. The doorman stepped to her side, and Ashley felt him thrust up against her hip with the front of his pants. She felt him rubbing his erection against her flesh while his hands roved over her bottom cheeks, her thighs, and her pussy. He squeezed both buttocks firmly in his hands, then caressed down onto her vagina again, this time forcing a thumb into Ashley's pussy. His finger still buried in Ashley's vagina, the doorman reached under the girl's hip and found the front of her genitals, where he grasped the hood of her clit, which he began rubbing up and down. Ashley's sensitive cunt was being ravaged from both sides, and her resistance to the strong stimulation held only briefly. The feeling was not pleasant, but the friction elicited lubrication from her vagina which coated the doorman's fingers, and which he worked into a froth strongly finger-fucking the girl, plying in and out the soft flesh of her pussy lips. As she moaned, his thumb left her vagina to apply a few sharp spanks to her buttocks, before forcing its way back into her moist vulva. The frantic girl's bottom churned. Suddenly, the man released her, and she felt him walk behind her. One of his hands grasped each buttock firmly, as if they were pastry buns, his fingers sinking into her pillowy flesh. He spread her cheeks apart, forcing the plump morsels to separate and bare her asshole. One finger of his swiped through her moist lower lips, collecting the secretions he'd caused her to weep and wetting his finger. She felt his fingertip come to rest on her exposed asshole and push. As she whimpered, his finger separated the tense ring, and sank into her reluctantly yielding butthole. The sound of his zipper coming down was closely followed by a tense pressure on Ashley's asshole. For a moment, while the girl grunted in pain, her bottom resisted this new indignity, but with a sudden parting, her anus yielded to the large phallus, affording his cock a grudging entry into her body. The man pushed hard and his cock slowly sank into the crying girl's bum, stretching her painfully. Her efforts at drawing away from her anal ravisher were countered by James' grabbing her hips and using this new purchase to force her bottom to swallow the entire length of his dick. Nor, once all the way inside her, was he satisfied with his new position, but slowly drew his cock out, her bottom now resisting his movements in the reverse direction, her anus pulling at the cock until it released and relaxed mercifully, only to be assaulted anew, another entry forced into her bottom, with marginally easier access. Again and again, he violated her ass, each time drawing his cock all the way out in a teasing ever broken promise of relinquishing his position inside her. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 07 Ashley, exhausted, acquired the stillness of the helpless, her backside a mere static target for the man's thrusts. This didn't last long, though, as her lack of motion displeased him, and he elicited renewed frantic squirms by striking her already well-punished bottom-cheeks roughly and digging his fingernails into her reddened flesh. Her renewed squirming and squealing finally brought about the effect he'd desired, and she felt the cock in her asshole taughten and pulse repeatedly as he jetted his semen into her. Even then he continued thrusting strongly into her, until his spasms died down. Her asshole closed slipperily as he withdrew his satiated cock. Ashley's eyes were closed, and she whimpered as she felt his warm stickiness leak slowly out of her. She remained motionless, affording a charming vista of her ravished, sperm streaked, bottom, as James withdrew from her and put himself back in order. She perceived, as she kneeled frozen in disbelief and shame, that her Uncle exchanged a few words with the doorman, and handed him something. She heard the door close as James exited the room. Her Uncle came up to her and placed a possessive hand on her hip. His palm cupped her reddened buttocks, and his fingers pinched the resilient, bouncy flesh., smoothing her stinging posterior. The shutter clicked, capturing her shuddering thighs, the marks on her backside, and the streak of semen trailing from her abused asshole. "I shall have the other girls come in and help you get cleaned up, Ashley, and then I want you dressed and ready to go. I believe we've gotten what we needed here!" -- A note from your host --- To you, dear reader who has made it this far, an additional little reward awaits. Drop me a (non-Anonymous) comment, public or not, and I'll send you out early versions of chapters I have not yet submitted. Also, if you like the adventures of our poor Ashley, vote for them and favorite your scrivener, so others may also participate in Ashley's education. Spanks a lot, Portersky Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 08 Chapter 8. A long lesson: Spanked into Sucking Nemorino and Adina exchanged protestations of love amidst glorious music, ending the final act of L'Elisir D'amore. The house lights came up, and the singers took their bows. Ashley had enjoyed the melodic and comedic opera quite a bit, and came to her feet along with many of those seated nearby to give the singers an ovation. She smiled happily. Her Uncle observed the comely young woman, enjoying the sight of her pleasure in the spectacle to which he'd introduced her. He was also gratified at Ashley's ability to put the ordeals of the day behind her, so to speak. The fact that she was of such good cheer now, forgetting her anal ravishing and punishment earlier in the day, Edward reasoned to himself, meant that Ashley was becoming accustomed to being used sexually, learning to submit decorously to her sexual castigations, while being able to bounce back. All this was very positive in his mind, as it would allow him to incur into further and more extreme adventures with his step-niece, without risking her overreacting or rebelling against him. Not to mention, he smiled to himself, the pleasure it was to see the girl laughing and smiling. Though, he admitted to himself, there was a similar or even greater pleasure in seeing her crying in torment too! Edward rose and placed his hand gently on Ashley's arm, guiding her out into the aisle of the theater, joining the outflow of the crowd which disgorged into the foyer and then out the large gilt doors into the square. He helped her to secure the lush fur wrap which he had bought her, which framed her dark hair and pretty face with a softening chestnut aura. Bundled up against the cold, Ashley lent into his supporting arm, and let herself be led to the car park, where the opulent Jag lay waiting. Once in the car and underway, Edward turned toward Ashley. "Ashley, you seemed to enjoy the opera... Are you tired?" Ashley, excited by the events of the evening, and not overly eager to return to the hotel for what might turn out to be a private session with her uncle, responded, "Oh, no, uncle. It isn't very late at all, and I'm not tired!" "Very well, Ashley," said Edward, "perhaps then we should stop off at my club. I'm sure I could use a drink and some entertainment as well, and perhaps we can use the occasion to edify you in the minutiae of fine Single Malts, what do you say?" "Oh yes, uncle, that sounds wonderful!" responded Ashley, loosening the fur slightly as the car's heater worked away the chill of the outside air. Edward maneuvered the plush vehicle across town, into an older area off Piccadilly where the streets became smaller, darker, and narrower. Picking up his car phone, he placed a call. Ashley heard him arranging for their arrival, and placing an order for food. Soon after, they pulled up outside an old townhouse, twin carriage lamps flanking its stately oaken door. As Edward engaged the brake of the car, a tall man dressed in an anachronistic coachman's cape mounted to the sidewalk from the stair below the entrance. Approaching the Jag, he held open Ashley's door, assisting her descent from the car, then came around to the driver's side where he took Edward's keys and drove off in the car. Edward placed an avuncular arm around his niece and walked her up the quarter flight of stone steps to the impressive entrance where he rang a small brass bell set into a glowing brass ring. Under the bell, Ashley read the script on a small shiny plaque inscribed "Private Club. Members only." The door was opened by a stiff postured, formally dressed, butler, who greeted her Uncle by name, and took their coats as they entered the dark paneled, graciously appointed entryway of what had clearly been a grand private townhome, now the seat of some sort of very British, Ashley thought, gentlemen's club. Wood paneling everywhere glowed in the light of golden hued lamps. The entire establishment had a comfortable lack of bright lights, which romanticized the many paintings on the walls. The furniture was all wood and leather, and large oriental carpets covered most of the dark oak paneled floors. To Ashley's mind, the ambience was that of an old and exclusive club, where the privileges of money had not been changed by the democratization of society outside the ancient doors. She also had a strong sensation that the club was not the sort of place where anyone so young nor so female as herself usually frequented. She turned to her Uncle curiously, and saw that he was watching her bemusedly. "Come with me, Ashley, let's find a drawing room," commented her Uncle, leading the girl through a large common area room, strewn with many large, deep, leather chairs, and old dark wooden coffee table piled high with journals, magazines, and newspapers. A large unlit fireplace, with impressively heavy andirons standing by it, occupied a goodly part of one paneled wall. She followed Edward through a double wide doorway, through a bar room and down a corridor. Her Uncle opened a door from the corridor, and held it open for Ashley to enter a room. Inside, a bar graced one wall, and the middle of the room was occupied by a number of the same overstuffed leather chairs Ashley had observed in the reading room. A card table with more upright seating occupied the middle of the room, and along the wall farthest from the door, was a large buttoned leather sofa and matching ottoman. The fireplace in this study was much smaller than the one in the main room, but it was lit, two small logs burning in it noisily. Edward brought one of the cardtable chairs next to one of the comfortable large chairs, and sitting in the latter, indicated to his niece to sit nearby him on the more upright chair. Ashley lowered herself onto the chair, in three-quarter profile to her Uncle. At this moment, the butler who had let them in arrived, pushing open the door and wheeling in a small cart bearing a tray of plates, cutlery, and food as well as a variety of bottles and glasses. He brought this to the bar along one wall, and transferred to the contents to the long slab of wood. Edward went to the the butler, and exchanged a few comments with him, which Ashley was unable to overhear. Edward took a small plate and started placing some of the delicacies from the bar on it, then poured two tumblers of liquor. He carried them over to the card table next to Ashley and placed them on it. An assortment of crackers with cheese, small sandwiches, sections of sausage, and stuffed leaves of radicchio occupied the plate, and Edward encouraged Ashley to try some of these. He took a couple of crackers and placed them on a serviette, then carried that and the tumbler of Scotch with him, as he sat down once more in the deep chair. Ashley relaxed as she drank the excellent single-malt and her Uncle discoursed on the merits of the beverage. At first, the peaty flavor of the Scotch was not to her liking, but her Uncle introduced her to the more mellow exemplars of single malt. She quickly went through small tastes of Laphroiag, which she didn't care for at all, on to Dalwhinney, Glenmorran, and Lagavulin. The crackers and cheese she nibbled at only partly counteracted the alcoholic effect, which was making Ashley giggle and slump relaxedly in her chair. Her Uncle was also enjoying himself, and getting somewhat tipsy as well. The warmth of the room suffused their cheeks, and they laughed easily together. In spite of the trials she'd had to bear at the dressmakers, the past few days in London had been quite fun for Ashley, and she felt, thanks to the alcohol, somewhat giddy. Perhaps it was the Scotch, perhaps the effect of her overstimulated young woman's hormones, but during one of the long languid and relaxed silences she shared with her Uncle, Ashley, without premeditation and for the first time in her interaction with him, prodded her Uncle to action. Later, she would recall this moment as the first in which she realized that she was emotionally and psychologically involved in the amazing transformation her Uncle was orchestrating from naïve and innocent young lady, into a willing and compliant, but sexually powerful woman holding men in thrall to her strong sexual nature. "Uncle," she began tentatively, "are you pleased with my behaviour? I do feel like I am improving and I hope you think that I have. I would like to... be good... and do what I'm told. I... I... know you're helping me to improve, and I just, I mean, I want to ...do what you tell me to." Ashley blushed deeply and looked down. Edward, somewhat tipsy and slumped slightly in the overstuffed chair, smiled to himself. Splendid, he thought. The girl was prompting him now! He'd so established in her mind her subservience and her role as a subservient sex toy, that when a half day passed without requiring anything of her, she would push him to continue! Well, he'd have to take advantage of this. But, as this evening Ashley seemed to be a willing participant, he'd have to vary the tone. "Yes," responded her Uncle languidly, "I think you have made great progress, Ashley. You are now a much more responsible and obedient girl than when you first came to me. I would go so far as to say that you are becoming more and more a woman, and I am mostly quite pleased with you. You have a ways to go, certainly, and it will be my pleasure to lead you there, but you are making great progress. Why your very posture and carriage are a testament to how much you've changed! "Why don't you stand up, here, yes, in front of me and let me look at your bearing. That's wonderful. Very nice, perhaps you could take off the scarf. Now turn for me and let me look at you lovely figure." Ashley stood, just the slightest bit unsteady on her delicate and elegant high-heels from the effects of the Scotch she'd been drinking. Her Uncle observed the well-groomed girl in front of him. "Think, Ashley, how you've changed in the short time you've been here. From the slovenly slattern you appeared you have become quite a lady! I hope you are proud of your progress. It has not been an easy transition, and I am sure that you will require firm guidance in its continuation, but we can be proud of how far you've come. "In fact, tonight, I think we will reward you a bit for your good work, even if it will require some effort on your part to earn the reward. Will you obey, and make the effort that I will ask of you, Ashley? Do you intend to be a good girl this evening? The pleasures that you've tasted until now tonight will continue, if you are amenable." Ashley, was unsure what her Uncle had in mind, but entering this strange new ground where she was a willing participant in whatever adventure he had in mind, made her heart beat faster, and the blood suffused her cheeks. "Yes, Uncle," she softly responded, "you know what's best for me." Edward smiled, and went to the door. He pulled a cord by the door. Shortly after the butler knocked and entered. Edward referred himself to the servant, "Clyve, please take Miss Ashley into a room where you may assist her to hang up her pretty clothes, and help her to put on the items she will find in the box I left with you earlier this evening? Thank you. "Ashley, please follow Clyve, and I would appreciate very much if you would change into the clothes I have brought for you, which will be more appropriate for our subsequent activities. Clyve is an expert in the fitting of such items, and will help you with them." The Butler turned away and headed towards the door, and Ashley nervously followed his stiff steps. He stood and opened the door for her and she stepped out into the corridor. Wordlessly, he picked up a large elegantly wrapped box which Ashley recognized came from the shop they'd been to earlier, and led her down the hall from where her Uncle waited for her. Holding open a door, the butler ushered her into a the small room, evidently a sort of expanded cloak room, containing one overstuffed chair, a small sofa, a small boudoir table with a large mirror above it, and a coat closet. Placing the package on the table, the butler opened the ribbons and lifted the top off it. He parted the delicate tissue wrapping inside, and Ashley observed a beautiful bundle of black ribbon and lace nestled in an erotic tangle in the lavender tissue . Clyve began removing the garments from the box and laying them out. Ashley turned away, embarrassed that this stranger should be aware that she would soon be modeling such provocative intimate apparel for her Uncle. Clyve turned to the girl, and said, "Miss, please remove all your clothes and I will hang them for you, then I will assist you in fitting these garments, as per your Uncle's instructions. Do not be shy, miss, in my work I am often called on to assist with young ladies' educations, and your fine, ripe, femininity makes it that much more pleasurable work for me." Ashley demurely started reach for the buttons behind her dress but Clyve approached her and deftly and carefully undid the buttons, baring even more of her back. He then slid the straps off her rounded pale shoulders, and bade her step out of the dress. Ashley did so, and stood confusedly in her lacy panties and half bra while the butler hung her dress. He returned and said, "Now, please take off all the rest of your clothes, young lady, including your shoes. You need to be totally naked." In a matter of minutes she was, and the butler watched her shield her pudendum with her hands, but she was sharply admonished and made to put her hands at her sides, baring her light fleece to the man's gaze. "Please turn around for me, miss," instructed the butler, "your prominent breasts and full buttocks will be well complemented by your new outfit, young lady. But first, I think we need to make some minor make-up adjustments. Your nipples for example, are nice and fat, but they are perhaps a shade too dark for the color of the bodice you will be wearing. Perhaps a bit of powder there is indicated? Please step over to this mirror." Ashley walked naked to the mirror and watched in it as the butler reached into the boudoir and came out with a box of make-up. Pulling out a stiff brush, the butler came up to Ashley and started flicking her nipple with it. Her dark, large areola responded by tightening, and becoming slightly glistened by the moisturizing cream on the brush. Her other nipple came under the same treatment. Clyve observed them, then put down the brush and delicately but firmly grabbed one of her nipples in each hand and gave it a tug, causing the nude girl to flinch and gasp. He then loaded a circular powder puff with a pale powder and lightened her areolas slightly with it. He dabbed the same puff over her large breasts, as well, delicately blending the pale color on her bosom. "Turn around, young lady!" he ordered, "and bend over, elbows on the table." Ashley turned and bent over the table, supporting herself on her elbows. Her breasts grazed the tabletop, and the butler could not resist reaching below them and caressing the pendant, heavy underside of her heavy teats. "Best to moisturize the skin to ensure elasticity where there is likely to be some chafing, miss," the butler said, opening a jar of light cream on the boudoir. He dipped a hand in it, and then his hand came back to the undersides of her breasts, this time sliding the soft lotion on her flesh, his fingers working the moisture into her breasts, plying the bouncy flesh of her tits. Her glistening breasts swung back and forth as he massaged them, swaying slickly over the wooden tabletop. Ashley observed herself bent over towards the mirror, her breasts bulging and swinging as the man's fingers clutched and manipulated the soft heavy globes. After thoroughly working her breasts, she observed in the mirror that he took a handful of the cream and she felt the butler's moist hand apply the lotion to her naked posterior. He freely explored her out-thrust bottom, working the lotion into her bare rounded cheeks, then dipping between them into the cleft of her bottom. Ashley tried to lift herself up in surprise when she felt the butler's hand first introduce itself between her bottomcheeks, but his other hand gruffly pushed her head back down and she quieted and submitted to his groping. His hand, freshly apportioned of lotion, then came down on her inner thighs, which she parted in response to the pressure of his palms pushing her thighs apart, and he worked the lotion into her inner thighs, making his way leisurely but surely up to her vaginal lips. Ashley felt the man's hand slide over her cleft between her parted legs and massage it with the lotion. More lotion followed and his hand expertly worked at her moistening genitals, his fingers strongly kneading the front of her nearly hairless mount and her sensitive clitoris. Ashley closed her eyes as the sensation grew, and moaned softly when the other man's hand joined the first on her genitals, this one approaching her cunt from the rear and pulling her cunt lips apart to stroke the widening opening there. She felt her legs tremble slightly as the stranger stimulated her expertly. As quickly as he'd started though, the butler stopped his ministrations, and bade her stand up. He then proceeded to help her dress. +++++ Edward sits in the overstuffed leather chair, quietly smiling to himself. He's looking forward to his nieces' return eagerly. A small, contented smile plays at his lips. He sips his scotch. At last, a knock at the door signals Clyve's return. "Come," intones Edward, and the door is opened. Clyve holds open the door, and Ashley steps into the room, eyes demurely downcast. She walks in slowly, her pace slowed and her elegance enhanced by the precariously high heels she is wearing. "Come in, little one," Edward tells her, then directs her with his gaze to walk over towards him. Ashley, by now accustomed to her role, naturally stops at the center of the large Persian rug as if on display. She clasps her hands before her, and glances up nervously at her uncle, her cheeks suffusing with color as she feels his gaze rake over her. Her hair has been meticulously combed to a lustrous sheen, and falls around her face in a flat, chestnut mane, accented by a white lace bow attached to a skein of her hair in the rear. Clyve has expertly applied cosmetics to her lovely face, her eyes widened and tinted green, her lips a deep pale pink. Ashley is a vision in frothy white. She wears a lace corset which pushes up her youthful, full breasts. The lace frames the large, round boobs, affording a only slightly obscured view of her wide, dark nipples, under the stretched lacy materials. She ambles in, eyes downcast, obedient. Edward observes her, and is aware that she's given herself up to obeying for this evening. She steps in, her long legs encased in beautiful white stocking, with bows at the lace tops at her thighs. Wide white straps attach to the tops of her sheet white stockings, and travel up the front of her taut upper thighs, then at the top juncture of her leg, slide under a satin, frilly edged panty, with narrow sides over on her jutting hip. It is low cut and the straps re-emerge a few inches higher from her panties and travel up her flat belly to the lacy bottom edge of her corset. As she walks slowly towards her uncle, he gazes contentedly at her crotch, where the satin has conformed itself and delineates clearly her pussy lips. The narrow dark fold as the panties split her vulva sways softly as she transfers her weight carefully from one leg to another, balancing precariously on her high-heels. Her shoes are a platform with a 10 centimeter heel, and a simple set of double narrow white straps which cross over her delicate feet and travel up her ankle, each wrapping it twice then clasp at the side of her lower calf. A small, soft bow matches the bows on her stockings. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 08 Her Uncle observes her walk towards him then stop meekly a meter away from his chair. "You look very charming, dear niece," he says, "like a present I shall enjoy unwrapping slowly over the course of this evening." Ashley blushes, and then in response to her Uncle's signal, turns slowly around to afford him a rear view of her body encased in its sexy package. Edward's gaze travels down from her shiny auburn mane and its gracenote bow, to the hard cut edge of her hair just above her naked white shoulders. Her back is slim and narrow, and Edward smiles at the sideways bulge of the girl's full breasts beyond the silhouette of her back. The corset swoops down so most of her back is naked, save for the three buttons holding it closed. Ashley's lower back swells, its twin dimples winking above the start of her hips and buttocks. In the rear, the satin panties the girl wears also cling to her bottom cheeks, but are made to be more translucent than the front of the underpants, and are almost transparently gauzy, so that Ashley's bottom cheeks are quite visible. Edward stands up and indicates to the girl that she approach him. Ashley walks up close to her Uncle. Even in her heels he is still a head taller than she, and she feels the heat radiate from him. He is wearing only full length, blue silk dressing gown, and she suspects he has nothing underneath, as the erection she knows she has elicited from him, tents his garment unconstrainedly. His hand reaches familiarly out to cup the lower curves of both her bottom cheeks over her panties. Ashley feels the tip of his silk covered penis touch her outer thigh softly and then push against her creamy flesh. The hand on her bottom squeezed her rear softly and possessively. "Tonight, Ashley, we're going to make substantial progress in your education," intones Edward, while his hand palms and kneads her buttock. "You are becoming better educated and your training is clearly improving your disposition and your behavior. As such, it is more incumbent on you to be able to show your gratitude and appreciation for what you're receiving." "Now the need to humiliate and punish you using your sexual timidity is certainly something that has an effect on the gentlemen who are assisting you so kindly in your need to make progress and it is time for you to learn how to thank them appropriately. The best way to do this, given the state of arousal that educating a willful but sexy girl like you is bound to engender in myself and the other men I required to further your progress are naturally made to feel, is for you to attend to their penises. Do you not agree that that is appropriate, Ashley, that you should be offering to reward them by providing their penises with the pleasures you can give them?" The girl blushes fiercely, aware of her Uncle's member pressing against her thigh and its role in the discussion. She knows that during the course of the evening, she will be coming into much more intimate knowledge of it. She doesn't respond. "Now, Ashley, this shyness will not do!" intones her Uncle, "I want to hear you give me the correct responses this evening, so I think some encouragement is in order. "Please push your panties down to your thighs, uncover your pussy and bottom!" Ashley shudders at her Uncle's command to display her naked midriff, but obeys slowly. She reaches to her waist and slips her fingers in the side of her delicate white panties, then slowly glides them down her smooth hips and belly. Her jutting bottom cheeks reveal themselves, glowing pale and full in the light, and in front her delicate pussy mound gleams warmly. She stands, panting, her entire midriff bare and naked, next to the man who has control over her pubescent body. Her Uncle's hand comes up softly, and the girl closes her eyes in shame momentarily. Ashley feels his palm gently cup her soft pudendum possessively, his finger resting lightly on her bare cunt lips, the pad of a fingertip against her the little swell of her bare clitoris. A slight pressure on her turgid clit causes her bottom to push backward and thrust out further. Edward brings his hand back slightly and, aiming for the very crest of the cheek of Ashley's bottom further from him, slaps it down against her bottom with a soft smart smack. The smack smarts more than hurts, and Edward follows it with another spank to the bare near cheek of his niece's womanly rump. His hand cups the recently spanked girl-flesh. "What is your response, girl?" he chides. "Yes,...sir." Ashley tries. Edward expects more from her, wanting to hear her describe the lascivious actions he will force his niece into. "I want to hear full answers to my questions, little one!" he warns. For her briefness, her bottom receives another pair of warming spanks, centered exactly on the crests of their already pink bulges. Her hips shimmy with the stinging of her bottom, and Edward observes the delightful tremors passing through her full, rounded, exposed backside. She hesitates. Again her Uncle's hand spanks her bottom. "I need to, to give them pleasure,...." Edward gives her an encouraging caress across her warm naked bottom. "..to, make their penises feel good!" blurts the girl. SMACK... She jumps, and repeats quickly, " I need to take care of their penises!" Eduard's hand squeezes the delicious morsels of the submissive girls' bottom cheeks, then gives her another smart slap. "Very good, Ashley," her Uncle praises, his hand smoothing to pinkened flesh on Ashley's naked bottom, "you see how sage a judicious smacking of your bottom can help you to become?" "As you say, pleasuring their penises is a duty you will have to apply yourself to assiduously, and practice, my dear, is the key to perfecting any skill, so we shall make sure that you get extensive practice with men's organs." "In fact, no time like the moment, no? So, let's get started, Ashley?" Edward's hand cups and squeezes each of his niece's naked bottomcheeks, and he orders "Place your hand on my cock, next to you, softly hold it." Ashley looks down nervously at the protruding bulge in her Uncle's silk gown. She obediently reaches out, and displaying a natural gentleness encompasses the silk encased member with her hand. "Hold the head of my cock," orders her Uncle sternly, and she slides her hand up until it cups the wide head of his penis which she can feel distinctly through the thin material. "Ashley, you need to maintain a gentle rhythm on that cock, you understand, regardless of everything else!" Ashley caresses the hard penis with her hand. She closes her slim delicate fingers over the silk sheathed, plump, springy, wide head of her Uncle's penis, and gently opens and closes her fingers over it. The silk slides over the silky head, bunching at its tip as she tightens her fingers, and then stretches out to cover and sheath his cockhead as she opens her fist and lets it slide down off his glans and ring the shaft just below. Her fingers feel the silk start to evidence the moisture she's causing her Uncle to leak onto her ministering hand. Back and forth her hand moves excruciatingly slowly, bunching and tightening the cloth over the twitching member. Edward watches her delicate hand outline his plum-shaped, silk encased glans. Ashley wonders for a moment what he mean by "ignoring everything else" but is soon enlightened as she feels his hand on her neck, pushing her to lean forward and making her naked bottom jut out behind her, her panties hanging prettily at her trim, pale thighs. She feels his hands both grip her bottom cheeks and start to fondle her arse clenching her cheeks powerfully in his grip. She shudders but concentrates on maintaining the rhythm of her hand. "That's right, little one," her Uncle intones, "masturbate my cock well, while I attend to this rounded little bottom of yours." Ashley strokes his cock tenderly, and feels her Uncle tug her bottomcheeks into position for another smacking she knows is coming. She mewls as his hand begins a strong staccato smacking of her tender, rounded, exposed backside. Edward gazes down at his niece, her eyes closed and her delicious face twisted with the conflicting emotions her body is giving her, humiliation and pain, and pleasure of the most prolonged and delayed nature. She intently jerks his cock, increasing the sharpness of her movements as his hand delivers another crisp smack to her womanly backside, and his fingers delve between her legs to pull at the soft, slightly scratchy skin of her nether lips. Caressing her complex folds back and forth, he observes her womanly cavity stretching open and closed with each stroke of his fingers through her vulva. He repeats the motion, going back and forth tugging at her puffy cunt lips until her bottom and thighs quiver with excitement. Ashley can't help but raise her bottom to her Uncle's expert ministrations, standing on tiptoe in her high, white heels, giving him closer access to her backside and cunt. His fingers slide through her moist lips, flicking her little clit and making the girl bounce, her lithe calf muscles tensing. But Edward has much more lasting plans for his niece, and after sending his thumb on a final foray knuckle deep into the very rear of Ashley's slickened cunt, steps away from his niece. Her hand parts with the cock she's been masturbating with reluctance. "Stand up and pull up your panties," Edward chides. "I must say, your bottom and cunt are wanton, aren't they little slut? Writhing under their spanking and positively begging for more. Well, we shall see about this." Ashley reaches shyly down and grasps the soft white panties, then pulls them up, feeling the heat of her spanked bottom and the moistness of her well manipulated pussy become encased in the delicate silk. For a moment, she feels shame and sadness at covering herself, making her pulsing pussy less accessible to her tormentor. Edward sits in the deep chair, and pulls his robe aside. Ashley tries to not look, but her gaze takes in peripherally her Uncle's bared phallus, large and eager twitching and reddened. She watches it intently as if it were a snake which could biter her. The shaft is not long, but very wide, and the head of her uncle's cock looks positively huge to the inexperienced girl. In fact, Edward's cockhead is uncommonly wide, almost the size of a plum and more than makes up or his member's modest length. "Ashley come over and sit facing me straddling my legs." She walk over, a vision in frothy lace, then opens her legs to bookend his as she sits on his thighs facing him. He indicates his cock with his gaze, pointing straight at the lingerie clad girl, and she obediently takes the now naked cock in her hands, using both hands to exquisitely caress the shaft repeatedly, then running her right hand over the swollen tip, back down to his shaft, back and forth sweetly. Ashley's hand glides back and forth over her Uncle's penis, collecting the wet, stickiness on her fingers as they delicately play over his engorged member, her fingers caressing the plump, slick head dutifully. She straddles his legs bending forward to minister to his organ, her lace encased breasts suspended in the filigreed white material of her brassiere. As she delicately masturbates his uncle, Edward's gaze rises over Ashley's soft stockinged legs, over her flat soft belly and to her plump tits, hanging before him. "A girl with big sensitive tits, like you, Ashley," he intones caressing the inner curve of her cleavage, "needs attention there, doesn't she?" Ashley's breathing comes with greater difficulty, but she doesn't say anything, blushing as she continues to rub Edwards cock. "Sit on my thighs, Ashley, legs spread apart," Edward instructs the girl. She dutifully, lowers herself, letting her pretty, panty-clad bottom down on his naked thighs. Edward feels the warmth of the girl's thighs and the slickness of her stockings against his thighs. "Now, Ashley, a good girl needs to know how to stroke a cock well. I want you to reach below my balls with one hand and cradle them and, ever so gently, stroke my scrotum." Ashley's hand follows her Uncle's instructions, cupping his balls, while her other hand holds his shaft in her fist and slowly pumps it back and forth. "That's right, young lady. Now don't let yourself get distracted!" So saying Edward places his hands on the outside swell of each of Ashley's large white lace covered tits, and strokes their sides, following the contours of the underwire of her bustiere. "A plump, young pair of breasts like yours Ashley," intones her Uncle, as his palm traces the contour of the heavy white lace cups over Ashley's full breasts, "are going to naturally be the focus of attention for your teachers, and you'll have to learn to offer them up like an obedient girl." "Like this, little niece," Edward instructs, "pull your shoulders back to thrust your breasts out and offer them up properly." Ashley, draws her shoulder back, causing her breasts to rise toward her Uncle, who appreciatively uses one hand to trace the inner line of her naked boob down into the inside of one of the bra cups, running one then all his fingers down into her bra, and caressing her naked breast. Ashley watches riveted to the spectacle as Edward repeats the motion on her other breast, running his fingers over her springy full flesh, avoiding for now contact with her hardened nipple. "Now little one," Edward warns sternly, "you're not to cease your care of my penis! That would be unappreciative of the attention that I'm paying to your education, woudn't it?" Ashley pants softly as she feels Edwards hand gently lift one of her boobs in its lacey cup, freely playing with her submissively proffered tit. "Yes, ... sir," she mumbles, her hands resuming the rhythmic motion on the throbbing erection moistening her fingers while her other hand cups and delicately massages her uncles testicles. She is amazed at the softness and gentle weight of his balls, their slight dampness and how they fill her palm perfectly. Her Uncle's hands cup both breasts now, delicately, feeling their substantial heft, weighing them in his hands. His thumbs find her large hardened nipples, and start to rub back and forth over her nubs. Ashley squirms as she feels her nipples being stimulated by her Uncle's fingers through the lace of her bra. "Ooooohhhh" Ashley moans, and involuntarily pulls her shoulders back thrusting her tits forward for more. The pace with which she masturbates her Uncle's erection increases, as his fingers find and grasp one of her turgid, stimulated nipples and roll it between his thumb and forefinger. "Now Ashley," continues her Uncle, increasing the pressure with which he holds her large, captive, lace covered nipple. "Keep a constant, slow pace on that cock. You are to stimulate it so as to prolong its pleasure, and let the testicles build up a large supply of fluid. You are to strive to make your teacher's secretions as copious as possible, so that you may be sprayed down by them later. A girl's reward for pleasing her teacher is when she receives his bath of sperm, whether on your breasts," accompanying his words by his other hand reaching out to grasp Ashley's to now unmolested other breast, "or on your naked buttocks well-smacked and warmed in preparation, or in your vagina, or between those pinkened lips deep into your throat. Today, my dear niece, we will definitely be concentrating on that plump mouth of yours, so you are to continue your ministrations to ensure a plentiful supply of sperm for you to swallow, do you understand?" Edward looks down at the girls hands gently ministering to his hardened cock, her stockinged legs straddling his, wide open, the brief panties stretched wide over her clearly delineated pussy lips. "Now, I think it is time to offer your naked breasts, Ashley, please lower your bra straps onto your arms." Ashley releases the throbbing cock and slowly pushes the delicate, wide lace bra straps off one then the other shoulder, drawing them down her upper arms to come to rest just above her elbow. The full, white, plump globes of her breasts rest in their clinging white lace cups, the top triangle of lace at the straps now turned downward, starting to peel away and off her youthful tits. "Pull your bra down," orders her Uncle quietly. Ashley looks at her chest before her, as her own hands peel down the supporting cups, freeing her large breasts to her Uncles' unobstructed gaze and handling. His palms come up and quite naturally cup her now naked tits, though she's sufficiently large breasted than her breasts spill out of his hands, more than filling them. For a moment, Edward holds her now naked, feminine softness, relishing in the warmth and springiness of her breasts flesh. Holding her tits while squeezing lightly and kneading them, he looks into her big amber eyes, submissively attentive to his every whim, and instructs her, "Stand up and turn around." She slowly pushes herself off his legs and stands precariously, swaying for a moment on her white high heels before regaining her balance and composure. She slowly turns. Edward gazes with pleasure at the full roundedness of his nieces' womanly backside, covered only by the sheer transparent material of her brief white panties. Her bra straps hang down her arms, and he can see even as she stands obediently turned away from him, the swell of her large breasts jutting on either side of her torso. "Now, Ashley, you're to learn how to use your bottom to further stimulate a penis. A girl must know how to give a good "lap dance". "You'll take your rhythm from the groping and fondling of your naked breasts. Now sit on my lap, facing away from me,...that's right, center your bottom, squirm it so you can feel the penis between your cheeks, good. Now lean back so we can give your breast a good workout!" Ashley sits on her Uncle's lap, and feels the hard erection trapped between her cheeks, burning hot and wet. Her bottom cheeks feel like they welcome and surround the hard penis, which pushes against her panties delicate material, stretched tight across her full nether cheeks. The tip of her Uncle's penis rests on the rear of her naked lower butt cheeks and the very top of her thigh. She clenches and shifts her weight on her bottom experimentally, feeling the shaft of the cock roll between her cheeks and the tip slide wetly over the naked skin of her bottom just below the lower hem of her panties. Edward grasps Ashley's wrists and pulls her hands down until her palms rest on the outside of his thighs, pulls her backward so she rests her back against his chest, then runs his palms slowly up her arms, inward over the outer swells of her twin mounds, finally coming to rest on her denuded, defenseless breasts. Ashley rests against her Uncle, her back pressed to his chest, her bottom warmly enveloping his erection between her soft plump cheeks. Her large areolas softly accentuate her long, fat, hardened nipples, pointing upward as if inviting her Uncle's marauding hands, which heft the lower curve of her naked breasts, then slide up towards her nipples and, possessively, without regard to her sensitive teats, grasp the nubs strongly and pull upwards on them causing Ashley to moan, and her back to arch to follow the breasts stretching away from her chest. "Some girls," Edward explains to his moaning niece, as he mandhandles her breasts, "have low hanging or small little breasts, with poor little nipples, almost like a boy's." "That's a pity and such girls need not be exercised in breastplay as assiduously, but girls like you, Ashley, with big lush tits," encircling the base of her breasts with his hand and then squeezing and sliding outwards along her breasts so they're thrust out plumply and burgeon from his fingers as they slide down to the crests and pinch down on her fat nips once more, "and sensitive long nipples which harden and rise to being tormented," his index finger scratching and flicking the tip of her nipples as Ashley pants and moans, "respond to being trained strongly on their breasts and to regulate the movement of their bottoms accordingly, just as you're wiggling your naught rump delightfully on my cock as your breasts are worked out. Isn't that right, little titmouse? Do you feel a connection between these plumpers and that wiggling butt or yours? Answer me titmouse." Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 08 Ashley feels her Uncle grasp her mounds and squeeze firmly, her nipples feel like burning stars which heat up as her Uncle tweaks and pinches them causing her to squirm as she pants and little mewling exhalations escape her mouth, her bottom, as he's indicated writhing spasmodically back and forth rubbing and pulling his cock nestled between her backside's cheeks, as they splay and separate around it while jerking back and forth. "Yes, oh.... yes sir, my bottom is dancing to what you're ...oooohhh... doing to my breasts, ooooo" Edward rapidly flicks his index fingers over his niece's sensitive nipple tips, and interrogates her, "How does your bottom feel titmouse?" as he smiles at this new nickname which he decides he'll use to condition the girl to know when she's to be worked through her breast-play paces. Ashley squirms and responds submissively, "I can't keep my bottom still, you're making it dance on your penis and my panties feel wet against them from your, your, stickiness..." Edward grasps Ashley's nipple and areola in one clenched hand and pulls her breast up slightly, baring the fat rounded curve below her breast. His other hand opens and stiffens, and he flicks it upwards against the exposed lower curve, smacking her tit crisply. The breast bounces fluidly upwards with the impact, then settles back, only to receive a second smart smack. "Even a good girl like you're being, Ashley," SMACK, SMACK, "needs to be reminded frequently of proper behavior," SMACK, Edward switches breasts, releasing the recently smacked one, then grasping its twin and, in turn, lifting it and subjecting it to the same treatment. SMACK, SMACK, "oooohhhh," moans the girl, continuing her writhing, "and a good titty spanking is an admirable incentive to ensuring," SMACK! "that you continue to behave like a good little girl!" "Now Ashley, as you pointed out that your bottom is nice and wet, we should make use of that condition. Please stand up." Ashley manages to clamber off her Uncle's lap, facing away from him, her shoulders and thighs visibly shaking from her ordeal at his hands. As she admitted, her panties are damp with his juices and more than likely her own as well, and cling to her backside, plunging between her cheeks wetly. "Lie down over my knee, Ashley," commands her Uncle, "I think we need a brief interlude to emphasize your lesson." Ashley gingerly leans over her Uncle and he takes her wrist and pulls her down until she is lying across his lap. He pulls her up a bit higher on his legs, ensuring that his cock is warmly nestled against the naked skin of her lower belly. One hand reaches below her and takes hold of her breast. He squeezes her hanging boob rhythmically. His other hand comes down on her dampened bottom, petting the upthrust hemispheres intimately. Suddenly, Ashley feels her Uncle take hold of the top of her panties and pull them down, over her damp bottom, baring her totally. He pulls them down to her knees and gazes fondly down at his niece's naked, damp bottom, defenseless and uncovered save for the white straps of her garter. Ashley feels the cool air caress her naked bottom. She bleats meekly as her panties are pulled down, and waits with breath held as her uncle gazes at her bared bottom. Edward observes the paired, white, globes, taunting him plumply to take his pleasure with them. The crests of her wide butt cheeks are just a bit pinker than the pale jouncy edges of her prominences, where the spankings that Ashley's already received have left their color. The skin just inside the deep crevice between her cheeks is whiter than the rouged crests, and looks temptingly untouched and unpunished, yet is marked by a shiny encrusting of Edward's secretions, which have coated Ashley's right bottom cheek and her crack as she danced over his penis lewdly. Ashley's bottom sways slightly, tremor running through her soft pliant flesh as she anticipates what her uncle intends to do to the naked, defenseless feminine backside Ashley is compelled to present him. +++++ Lying on her Uncle's lap, bare bottomed, trembling and waiting for him to do whatever he likes to her, Ashley's mind wanders to an incident which had occurred shortly before she'd been sent to England, before her mother had remarried. She tried not to think of it usually. Her embarrassment had been such at the time that she'd put the shameful incident out of mind. She'd blamed the boy, certainly, and that exonerated her to some extent, but at the same time, she knew deeply though never admittedly even to her secret self, she'd been as much to blame as he, and more perhaps. Perhaps she'd caused it all to happen, just as she seemed unable to stop him though merely refusing would have been enough, she knew. Perhaps she'd wanted him to do what he'd done, and, maybe, she felt, more, wanted him to do much more than he'd dared. Unbidden, she remembered the boy in the class who she had realized weeks ago had a crush on her, who seemed to always be watching her, except when she looked his way, would seem to just have turned his head away. This had gone on for weeks! Ashley knew that he was looking at her, and though he wasn't good looking, she'd felt something about his fascination with her that means she should pay attention to him, something that called for her to go be closer to him, as he expected and wanted. Every day when she was dressing for school, standing in front of her mirror in her room, choosing what to wear, instead of thinking about what the her girlfriends would be wearing and what they'd consider cool as usual, she kept thinking about the boy who watched her, about what he'd be seeing. Ashley almost saw herself through his eyes, the boy watching a hot young girl, taking in her body and trying to look right through her clothes to see the form of her shapely young body. Sighing, not understanding what was driving her, "he's not that good looking, what do I care...", she told herself, and yet, she put down the cool Nirvana t-shirt, and picked up one of her ultra-feminine, lacy, flimsy gauzy tops. White spaghetti straps, lace over the bodice, light translucent cotton with light green leaves across it. She closed her eyes, realizing what was next. She reached behind her back and unclasped the tan utilitarian bra she was wearing, letting it fall to the ground. Rummaging in her drawer she found what she knew she had to wear with this: her white lace, strapless half-cup French bra. She'd saved her allowance quite awhile to be able to buy it. Turning it upside down and inside-out she placed the lacey bra against her belly, and clasped it, turned it around her and flipped it over, tucking her breasts into the supportive cups. Ashley pulled the top over her head and down her sides, pulling the edges down over shoulders and reaching behind to do up the two little buttons holding it closed. The outfit was completed by a pair of shortened, cut-off jeans shorts, and her usual flat sneakers. At school that day she'd been painfully aware of the boy watching her. In study hall, as she leaned forward over her paper, she knew her breasts were hanging down showing her cleavage. She had glanced towards him and seen him openly staring. He hadn't even tried to pretend he wasn't and she had blushed and returned to her work bending even deeper towards the paper. After school, he had been across the parking lot, near his car, an old pickup which had seen better days. Ashley didn't know what drove her, but she felt that she was expected to go talk to him. She walked over to the boy who looked somewhat surprised to see her come over towards him. She knew she had to say something, but didn't know what to say until she heard herself stammer... "Um... hi. I'm Ashley, I... I was wondering if you could give me a ride... I mean home, could you give me a ride home? I mean, I don't have a ride and I missed the bus, and as you have a car and,...." She stopped embarrassed and glanced up at him. He looked at the meek girl standing before him and his expression hardened. Something in her suppliant attitude made him stretch out taller and feel strong, otherwise he would never have answered the nymph who had been plaguing his dreams and every curve of whose body he had spent day after day memorizing for his nightly masturbatory sessions with a self-confidence foreign to him, inspired really by the girls' manner. "Get in." he stated simple, almost a command. He was amazed as the girl seemed to accept it as such. For the first time, perhaps since he'd started to be fascinated by Ashley, who all the guys thought was the sexiest, hottest, little bitch in the school, whose air of innocence and detachment though threw them off, and who therefore preferred to chase her more adventuresome girlfriends, he smiled feeling like he was in control! He'd been fascinated by her incredibly sexy, yet detached, unaware demeanor, and now, she seemed to be making an effort to make friends. He climbed into the pickup truck's cabin, and the girl sat next to him, buckled in, looking down. He turned the ignition and the truck fired up. Lurching forward he drove out of the school and turned towards the park. He knew he was heading away from her house, and didn't look at Ashley lest she reprimand him for taking her in a different direction. Ashley looked forward towards the park where she was being driven. She felt like she ought to say something about taking her home, but something inside of her felt pleased, like she didn't want him to head straight for her house, and deliver her to her normal suburban existence. She glanced shyly at the boy driving and when he caught her eye, she smiled, actually feeling happy and adventurous. Soon, the boy turned into a street and down to a dead end, where there was a turnaround in the trees. Glancing at her, he pulled to one side of the road and turned off the engine. He unbuckled his seat belt, and looked at Ashley. She unbuckled hers, and he glanced down at the seat next to him. Ashley felt like she'd been told to move and looking into his eyes, she slid over towards him, letting herself up against his side. She looked down. His arm came over and placed itself on her shoulders. She stiffened and looked out the window. She didn't move. The boy leant towards her, and placed his mouth close to the curtain of her short brown hair, near her ear. Through her hair, he began to lightly graze her ear and cheek with his lips. She didn't move, just feeling his lips insistently tracing her ear, then a soft, wet probing, as his tongue tasted the delicate curls of her ear and the sweep of her jaw. She moaned slightly, and her whimpered sound gave him just the courage he needed to let his hand drop from her shoulder and trace down her back, then over her side to lightly come to rest on the side of her breast. "uhhmmm," exclaimed Ashley, as he grazed her breast, and suddenly his hand opened and fastened on her boob, urgently and roughly. His hand grasped and squeezed her captive boob, now, and Ashley panted. He wasn't gentle with her breast, it was one of the few he'd ever touched, and most times he'd felt like he was a trespasser about to be evicted, but with Ashley he felt like her breast was his reward for taking the decision to bring this girl to a deserted, private location, to not ask her, and now to enjoy his prize. Something about her made him feel powerful, like he had only to tell her what to do and she would. Taking his arm from around Ashley, he faced her. Ashley watched him. Would he kiss her mouth now, she wondered? He raised his hand and put it on the back of her head, grasping her hair. He then pulled her forward so she bent over and she felt him undo the two buttons at the back of her top, then push her back. She leaned back against the seatback, her top loose and hanging from her rounded shoulders, the two halves of the back loose behind her. She watched his hand come forward to grasp her blouse and pull it off her. He gazed at her big tits, supported in their lacey half-cups of her white bra. The flesh of her plump breast swelled above temptingly above the cups. She panted in fear and felt her bosoms tightening in anticipation. She watched him reach out towards her and dip his head down as his hands grasped the shallow cups of her bra, and suddenly YANK them down off her breasts, baring her globes and her big taut nipples. His mouth opened and closed on one of her just denuded nipple buds, and started to suckle and bite her tit urgently. She stifled a yelp as his teeth worked her sensitive bud, and his other hand grabbed her breast, pinching the nipple at its crest between his fingers and pulling. Ashley mewled under the boys assault of her titties, as she felt his tongue vibrate against her hardened nipple, bending it back and forth with strong wet licks. "Oooohh", she moaned, and the boy sucked her nipple strongly, stretching her breast out. She didn't know what to do with her hands, and placed them behind her head. Ashley leaned back in the seat, pushing her large firm breasts out towards the boy, her lacey white French bra rucked unceremoniously under her meaty orbs. Her nipples stood stern and hard at attention, shining wetly with the boy's saliva. He gazed bemusedly at the girl offering her plump morsels up at him. Ashley watched the impassive boy, and glanced down at her beckoning, defenseless boobs, rising and falling with her excited breath. The boy smiled cruelly, and intoned, "You like it, don't you, ...slut!" The last word was said almost experimentally, but the boy watched the effect of his words on Ashley. She trembled slightly, and her eyes became moist and shiny. At the same time he watched her pull her elbows further apart, sticking her bosom out even more towards the boy. "You like showing off your fat naked boobies, slut?" His hand reached out and he grabbed one of Ashley's boobs from below, letting it rest in the palm of his hand and squeezed it between his thumb and his fingers, cupped along the side of the girl's jouncy breast, and gave the compliant orb an experimental shake. Outside the parked car, the shadows lengthened as the sun descended over the course of the next hour, during which the boy enjoyed Ashley's breasts in every way his adolescent fantasy could envision. Ashley consciousness narrowed to the sensations that flooded her sensitive, virgin upper torso. Her nipples, as the boy licked and sucked them incessantly, throbbed and made her squirm. Pulling her towards him, the boy dipped the submissive girl's torso back so he could better feast on her proffered mammaries, which he nuzzled, feeling the hard nipples rub against his eyelids and cheek, then guiding them one by one into his mouth and biting down, he felt his teeth indent and pinch the sensitive girl. Her body trembled and shook in response, and Ashley whimpered. She didn't dare move as the sharp bites caused pinpricks of pain mingled with pleasure to course down her belly and settle in the ever increasing moistness between her legs. Ashley felt the gusset of her think, white cotton panties grow heavy and wet between her legs. The boy watched the writhing girl responding to his stimulation of her breasts, and grasped one slick nipple in each hand, tweaking the nubbins between his thumbs and forefingers. As he stretched Ashley's malleable nips out he spoke to her as he would a pet, "Shh... little slut, push out your titties so I can give them the licking you need!" His tongue washed slowly up and down her breasts, tasting the damp sweet perspiration from her efforts. As he licked, repeatedly flicking his tongue against the resilient buds crowning her ripe mounds, his hands cupped her bottom, sliding under her full cotton panties to enjoy the warm, soft, naked flesh of her arse as she squirmed under him. "You can't even keep your ass still, can you, bitch?" he taunted, "Oh, you're very wet aren't you, hmmm... wow!" he exclaimed as his hand slid from the lower mounds of her damp bottom crest and followed Ashley's moistness until he touched the wet folds between her legs. His finger slid into Ashley's slippery cunt simultaneously as his mouth engulfed one breast tip, struggling to cram as much of her teat into his mouth as he could fit. Both the boy's hands were now prodding and pulling Ashley's genitals, the lower curve of her moistened bottom cradling the urgent fingers which worked in and out of her virginal tunnel, sliding effortlessly into her velvety vagina on the copious slickness the girl politely provided her ravisher. Ashley moaned loudly as her cunt spasmed repeatedly, the oblivious boy neither noticing her orgasms as they washed over her, nor slowing even a moment for her to recover before the intruding digits caused another and another orgasm to wrack her frame, making her breasts buck and bounce against his face. Finally, the light ebbed and it became cold. The boy got up and tidied himself without a word to Ashley. She embarrassedly pulled herself together as best she could, pulling on her discarded bra and closing the delicate, now twisted and rumpled shirt. Ashley flushed hotly at what she'd endured and imagined the boy's silence to be an indication of his disgust at her orgasms and how wet she was. She never imagined the truth, that he himself had come three times in his underwear and had wanted to hide this from her. They rode back in silence and he dropped her off without even a goodnight kiss. She'd cried herself to sleep that night, though not before making her self cum again, reliving the hours in the car while using two fingers to rub her throbbing clit. +++++ "Your bottom is shamefully damp, Ashley," Edward scolds, "It needs to be smacked dry." One hand continues to plump and knead her breast, the other palm now cups one of her arse cheeks tenderly and squeezes it softly, his fingers sinking into her warm tender bottom flesh. He squeezes the other cheek in the same way, then slowly lifting his palm up, delivers a crisp smack to the center of her upturned buttcheeks, encompassing both cheeks at once, and causing her bottom flesh to compress and jounce. The cheek nearest him get singled out next to receive a single SMACK, then the far one too gets spanked. "Ever since you came to stay with us, Ashley," he intones, as his hand sets up a sweeping back and forth of spanks on either upturned defenseless cheek, "Your naughty bottom has benefited from being punished frequently." SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK, "Some young ladies, such as you, seem to require regularly being taken over ones knee and having their panties pulled down as if they were little girls. In your case though, those prominent, jouncy buttocks of yours, so in need of constant attention and chastisement," the back and forth smacking continues as he speaks, "are not a little girl's are they, Ashley? Why, we need only observe, while you are so conveniently placed bottom up and spanked, what lies between those dancing reddened cheeks. Open your legs Ashley. The girls receives encouragement to do as her punisher instructs by receiving two stinging spanks to her thighs. Ashley open her legs, stretching the panties at her thighs taut and revealing, between her legs, her slick, moist, hairless, pouting genital lips, puffy and pouting from having her body manhandled. "No," says her Uncle, as he deliver another pair of spanks to the inside lower portion of her spread cheeks newly made available by her spread legs, "this wet, squirming slit is that of a naughty young lady, responding as such to her well-deserved punishment." His hand dips between her spread thighs, and Edward grips Ashley's rear pouting lips and rubs his thumb back and forth along her exposed cunt lips, letting it slide between her lips and test her slipperiness. "Soon, titmouse," intones Edward, tweaking Ashley's nipple bud hard as he pronounces his nickname for her, "these soft, pink, pussy lips of yours which seem to enjoy being pushed open by my fingers, will get a chance to do their work to delight penises, as they are so evidently suited to doing. You'll like that won't you Ashley, a big, wet dick pushing into your cunt, stretching you wide? Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 08 Ashley whimpers as Edward plays freely with the lips of her cunt, pulling them open to observe the pale reddened interior of her vagina, and wiping her wetness over her rubbery pudendum. "For today though, Ashley, we will be training, as I mentioned prior, your mouth. Now a willful young girl like you may think that it is a simple and natural matter to take a cock in her mouth and manhandle it inexpertly. I will disabuse you of this notion," Edward continues, his fingers now stroking and soothing his submissive charge's pale thighs, calming her for the next stage of her ordeal. A smile plays on Edward's face as he strokes the bare bottomed girl across his lap and describes some of what he has in store for her. "You will be trained in the proper techniques of becoming and expert fellatrix, Ashley, how to start the stimulation of the penis slowly, using the softest, broad tongued strokes, and how to slowly take the entire length of a cock into your mouth, without gagging or jarring it against your teeth or your cheeks. "But now, enough theory, girl! Stand up!" A smart spank to one of her bare bottom cheeks causes Ashley to scramble to her feet awkwardly, her bared breasts swinging under her as she rises precariously on her high heels. She stands before her Uncle obediently, brassiere pulled down off her tits, delicate white panties bunched at her thighs and her well manipulated shaved pussy in plain view. Edward stands as well, and turning his back to the ravishing and helpless young girl, walks over to the drinks cart, taking time to relax and compose himself for this next part of the evening. He pours himself a measure of Scotch, turns to contemplate the lovely girl in his power and sips it contemplatively. Ambling over to Ashley, he proffers the glass. Ashley, gratefully tips the warm, golden contents into her mouth and glances at her Uncle, shy and apprehensive. Edward takes the glass from the girl and walks over to the drinks cart. He walks over to the bell on the wall and depresses the button. Ashley can hear a chime in another room. She hears a doorhandle turn, the door to the room opens and Clyve, the butler, walks in. His gaze travels coldly over the naked torso of the girl on display, and he turns to Edward awaiting instructions. "Ah, Clyve, so good of you to come. I'll be needing some assistance with my niece, who is about to undergo her first lesson in cocksucking. As usual, the right combination of pain and pleasure will be key to her picking up the correct habits of fellatio, and I will require your assistance in providing these stimuli. "Ashley, please pull the ottoman over close to the armchair. It will provide the ideal first position for you. The men watched the girl struggle with the heavy ottoman, pushing it in front of the armchair her uncle had just vacated. "Not only is it heavy," Ashley though to herself as she pushed it over, "but my panties at mid-thigh make it even more difficult to push." The men watched with amusement as the girl strained, legs splayed and breasts swinging, to reposition the furniture, assisting the men in her own debasement. "Clyve," intoned Edward, "I would say the pinky vibe, some lubricant and a ruler are in order." As Clyve walked to the chest of drawers and started his preparations, Edward ordered Ashley to position herself facing the armchair, with the ottoman in front of her white-clad shins. Edward strode over towards his niece and grasping her mane of hair gently pulled her forward towards the ottoman. "Right over, girl!" he ordered her, "I want your bottom up and your chest supported by the cushion in front of you. You will need to raise your head so I can train your mouth!" Ashley leaned over the soft cushion, her full bottom spreading as she bent, and lowered her chest to it. Her knees were on the floor behind the cushion, her belly on it, supporting her torso. She felt her defenseless backside sticking back towards where she heard Clyve making ominous preparations. Seating himself in the deep armchair, Edward was perfectly positioned. Ashley's pouty lipped mouth lay in his lap. He pushed aside the silk robe, and his wide-knobbed penis sprang up right in front of the girls' eyes and twitched in front of her of its own accord. "Take hold of the penis with both hands!" Edward ordered. Ashley reached out and placed her long nailed fingers delicately against the make member before her. "Hold the member between your fingers, as in prayer, girl!" Edward ordered. As Ashley held the velvety textured cock in her hands right before her angelic face, meekly awaiting instructions, she was suddenly startled Clyve's hand brazenly separating the twin mounds of her bottom. She yelped as she felt a cold, gelatinous material dropped on her exposed anus. The cold was followed immediately by a pressure against her sphincter, which resisted only momentarily indenting itself before yielding and opening, to envelop a smooth hard object. Ashley panted fightenedly and mewed under the anal assault, but her obedient backside gently accommodated the object violating her arse. A tear sprang to her eye, and at the same time she heard a soft buzz commence, she felt the dildo in her bottom vibrate and shiver, adding to the initial pain and discomfort a warm, pleasant, suffusing sensation of stimulation in her asshole. "While you, little one, attend to your sucking lessons diligently, learning how to pleasure the penis with your tongue and lips, Clyve will ensure that you have the appropriate incentive and correction to improve. For the moment, dearest little niece, your yielding bottom is welcoming only the narrow end of a vibrating simulacrum of a penis, which Clyve can easily push further into you, and as the dildo gets quite a bit thicker the further he pushes into your backside, he will be able to provide the appropriate correction. In addition to which he has a ruler, with which to motivate you should your concentration flag or the pace of your cocksucking need adjustment. Now, open your legs so Clyve can demonstrate his efficacy with the instrument. A frightened Ashley shifted her knees to open herself wide, the lacy white panties at mid-thigh indenting the outside of her legs as they stretched taught between her splayed thighs. Clyve gazed down at the girl's up-thrust, rounded bottom, the smooth plump slit between her legs, framed by her feminine thighs, The slash of the straps holding up her stockings bit slightly into the soft curve of each buttock. Ashley, grunted as she simultaneously felt Clyve push the intrusion in her bottom deeper, causing, just as her Uncle had threatened, her anus to resist its forceful widening, and the sting of the ruler smacking the juncture of her inner thighs and bottom. The dildo retreated slightly, easing the pressure against her rear entry. "And now," Ashley, ordered her Uncle, "let your mouth hang open and stick out your tongue, soft and flattened, for your first of many tastes of the penis. Ashley obeyed, letting her mouth open slackly and thrusting her tongue out, trying to relax and broaden it, watching intently as her Uncle slowly let his large glans contact it. Ashley tasted a combination of sweet stickiness, combined with a of touch of saltiness as the very tip of her Uncle's penis rested against her obedient tongue. "Wrap your fingers around the shaft of the penis, and ever so slowly, let them glide up and down the shaft, and at the same time very slowly lick the underside of the cockhead. That's right, girl! Very good for a beginning cocksucker." Ashley felt the vibrator in her bottom speed up, its humming communicating itself directly to her splayed open genitals. She observed her fingers reverently and obediently moving up and down the cock in front of her as her tongue rubbed against the lower part of the cockhead. She continued as she had been instructed, feeling immensely naughty but excited at handling a man's genitals so intimately. Her tongue explored the plush cockhead before her, running over the lower ridge, then licking slowly up the smooth sides of the turgid member's tip. She continued in this way for several minutes, becoming bolder and letting her flattened tongue venture up the sides of the cockhead, exploring the top of the plush helmet. As she licked, she felt her own saliva mix with moisture that leaked from the tip of her Uncle's delighted penis. Her mouth glistened with the frothy combination of her own spit and her Uncle's pre-cum. Ashley closed her eyes and let them roll back as she savored the wet, slick feeling on her lips, tongue and cheek. "Very good, my young cocksucking niece, now let us exercise your mouth a little differently," said Edward, shifting forward in his chair. One hand collected Ashley's chestnut mane of hair into a sheaf, pulling tightly to control her head. Ashley felt her Uncle shift position, but did not slow her ministrations to his member. Suddenly though, she felt him hold her head steady and pull her mouth down towards him. At the same time, Edward slowly pushed his penis past the tip of her tongue and let it slide slowly into her mouth. Ashley tried to relax her mouth, opening it to accommodate the new penetration, but soon her mouth felt full and her lips stretched. Edward's cock continue its slow penetration of her mouth, and she began to attempt to pull back. The wide tip pushed past the back the of Ashley's now struggling tongue and Ashley began to gag. "Take it! Take it deep, Ashley!" ordered her Uncle, letting his cock slide back and forth slowly only the merest small distance, causing Ashley to gag each time he pushed, going a bit deeper on every excruciating thrust. As Ashley gagged on the penis pushing into her throat, she suddenly felt a burning pain in her asshole, as the butler pushed the dildo deeper into the gagging girl's defenseless bottom. At the very same instance, the hot sting of the ruler burned on one of her thighs. Under this assault to her throat, anus and tender thighs, Ashley, mewled plaintively, the cock deep in her mouth muffling her effectively. Tears came to her eyes and her Uncle watched their lovely sheen make her big, delicate eyes, glisten. He slowly pulled his cock back out of the depths of her mouth, until only the large head distended Ashley's lips. "Lick softly!" He ordered. Ashley obeyed instantly, letting her tongue wash over the cockhead between her lips, grateful of the shallow presence. "Towel." Intoned Edward, and Clyve handed him a plush blue square of toweling. Edward spoke to Ashley, "wipe off the penis, Ashley." She felt the dildo retreat slightly in her ass, and her anus settle comfortably around the narrower intrusion. She took the small towel and dabbed at the glistening wetness of her Uncle's cock as he withdrew from her mouth altogether. If anything, she observed as she wiped the copious glistening wetness from it, her Uncle's cock seemed to have grown. The vein on the underside of it bulged thickly. "And again," Edward intoned, as once again presented his cock to the ministrations and laving of Ashley's out-thrust tongue tip. This time, her licking session became messier, as Edward let his plump cockhead roam over her youthful cheeks and chin, bedewing her with a glistening combination of their juices. As he moved his cockhead over her face, her tongue attempted to follow it, swiping velvetly over his cock whenever she could catch it. Her hand on the shaft increased the pace of stroking his shaft as her urgency seemed to grow. She felt him shift forward and knew what was to come, as the penis again slid home into her mouth, pushing into her roughly. The accompanying stretching of her anus by Clyve was almost a welcome distraction from the panic Ashley felt as her Uncle sank again into the back of her mouth. He held her head firmly, pressing her down onto his rampant member as Ashley gagged repeatedly. Finally, he withdrew slowly, watching Ashley's tear covered face delightedly. "Now, that you've had your first lesson in 'soft licking' and a first opening of your throat, let's change our positions for the second lesson. Roll over on your back, Ashley, and bring your legs up to your chest. Make sure that you don't release Clyve's toy or he will have to show you how disappointed he is. Awkwardly, Ashley twisted onto her back, keeping her legs well open and one leg bent so her knee touched her chest, in order to not dislodge the dildo in her bottom. She lay on her back on the ottoman, looking up at her Uncle's cock above her, her legs wide open, her cunt on display and the dildo still lodged in her ass. Edward pushed a small pillow under her head, turned her face slightly and angled his cock towards her mouth from beside and above her. "Now for this part of your cocksucking lesson, girl, put you hand around the shaft of the penis and move it back and forth in long strokes. Ashley grabbed the member swinging above her face and began masturbating it as she had been instructed. The tip once again dipped down finding its way into Ashley's mouth, where her Uncle began pumping himself in and out. Once he'd established a rhythm that pleased him, and adjusted the tempo of Ashley's strokes, he reached down and grabbed one of her plump breasts and began squeezing it in time with Ashley's sucking. Ashley's eyes are closed and her head bobs slowly back and forth, feeling her Uncle's penis slide slickly into her mouth, then glide back. A trail of frothy saliva and her Uncle's fluids leaks from her as she sucks. She obeys her Uncle's instructions to concentrate on the feeling of the cock she ministering to, to pay attention to its jerking and stiffening and intuit the exact and changing rhythms she must use to accommodate its needs. Her bottom vibrates plumply all the while to the thrum of Clyve's dildo in her arse, and her boobs and pussy are manhandled by the man whose penis she suckles. Ashley's laves her tongue over her Uncle's knob repeatedly, her eyes half shut and rolled backwards as she feels her mouth becomes an instrument of pleasure, her gentle sucks repeatedly drawing a smooth trickle of pre-cum which slides down her throat. She feels the slick lubrication run into her and laps at it thirstily. Her attention jumps back and forth between the cock she is avidly sucking and the sensations of her asshole being pushed open and stimulated by the vibrator. Suddenly another sensation adds itself to her awareness, as an expert hand runs over the small little triangle of hair over her pudendum, and then cups her smooth shaven, prominent little cunt, a finger bisecting her pussy. The hand begins petting and exploring her cunt, as a wide-legged Ashley moans and pushed her face down further onto the big cock. Fingers spread her lips and flick over the soft folds covering Ashley's clitoris, pulling open her cunt to show her pink vagina, which pulses visibly, spasming open and closed. Clyve unhurried and expert probing of the girl's genitalia is thorough. Her clitoris is robbed of any protection, as Clyve pulls back the wringled little hood, baring the small pink nubbin, which a pair of rough digits pluck at and rub. Each scratchy stroke of her most sensitive bud causes Ashley's hips to buck towards her tormentor. Her bottom clenches and thrusts upward toward the hand on her pussy, and the vibrator in her ass jostles as the girl writhes. Clyve's fingers release the clitoris, and the moist folds of her clitoral hood embraces it again, but the reddened, throbbing clit is now too prominent to be covered, as if refusing to return from being out to play. The same two fingers are joined by a third which trace down her split lips and roughly push into her vagina, which broadens and swells to receive the intruding hand. "Unnggg..." Ashley mewls, her tongue lashing the throbbing cock in her mouth, as she feels the fingers enter her and Clyve simultaneously pushes the dildo another inch into her bottom. His fingers pulse in and out of her moistly, bringing up her moist, velvety secretions which coat her spread open cunt lips and the juncture of her lower bottom cheeks. Clyve's fingers retreat and again splay the front of her pussy open. The pads of his index finger flicks her helpless clitoris repeatedly, punishing it for its brazen craning upward. This continues, Edward occasionally taking the initiative and pushing his swollen member deeper into the girl's mouth, holding it to the back of her throat as she gags. At one point Ashley meekly attempts to push back on her Uncle's belly to dislodge the hard cock from the very back of her mouth, but he wrists are grabbed in one of his hands and pinned over her head, and he roughly bucks his hips back and forth driving the tip of his penis back and forth against her throat. She can do nothing to prevent it and her head bobs helplessly. Edward observes the state of his niece's excitement, and nods at Clyve. The manservant turns a knob at the base of the dildo to double the vibrations, and grabs Ashley's blood flushed little clitoris between thumb and forefinger and begins a vigorous rubbing. As Ashley is inexorably drawn towards an orgasm, Edward talks to her, imprinting this moment and its sensations on the girl: "Feel that fat cock pushing deep into your throat, little one; that's it, you feel it push down into you. See how your butt is shaking with another cock buried in it, pushing into you, like they're trying to meet, balls deep against your pixie face and nestled between the soft plump, well-spanked cheeks of you naughty bottom." "Ahhh...Ahh...Unggg..." Ashley's cunt begins deep, strong spasms, in time to Clyve's tugs on her clit, and the girl cannot contain her exclamations or her writhing, her boobs and bottom trembling and shaking as wave after wave of warm, wet, orgasms wrack her frame. Edward maintains his position, his cock buried in the girl's mouth until the spasms die out, then slowly draws out of her mouth. He allows a moment for Ashley to slowly recover. She opens her eyes and blushes ashamedly, glancing quickly at her Uncle then away. She doesn't even dare look towards the servant whose hand is now absentmindedly petting her quieting genitalia, as if stroking a tame cat. "And now, Ashley," commands her Uncle, "on your knees before me, in the culmination and reward an accomplished cocksucker strives for. Clyve's dildo is withdrawn from inside her, and the disheveled, slick faced girl stands shakily, only to follow her Uncle's instruction and kneel before him. Rising on her knees, panties pulled down and breasts bared, she gazes hypnotized at the cock she has been adoringly suckling for what she thinks must have been an hour. "You will, in time be taught to improve your sucking, but now I think you need your reward. As I mentioned before, good little apprentice cocksuckers like you are rewarded by good feeding of sperm. You will swallow obediently, but not until I say you may. Looking intently into his submissive niece's eyes, Edward stands above her and places the head of his cock against her lips. They part, and Edward lets only the tip of his glans enter Ashley's mouth. "You are to lick the underside of the penis vigorously but slowly Ashley and continue to do so until I tell you to stop. You may not swallow until told to." Her tongue swipes flicking over the cockhead partly buried in her mouth, and after a few minutes, she feels it stiffen against her lips. She maintains the same steady sucking and lapping, even as her mouth receives a flood of thick, viscous emissions, which coat her tongue and teeth, then fill her mouth and begin to stream from the sides of her mouth, in a bubbly, pearl cascade which drips down her cheek and chin. Sperm hangs and drips from her cheek, plopping stickily onto her receiving breasts. She blinks back tears as she feels herself submissively being bathed by her Uncle's gushing of ejaculate. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 08 Lost in the rapture of coming copiously into his lovely niece's face, Edward watches his jism flow out of the meek girl's lips, collect on her delicate rounded chin for a moment, stretching in a long drip until gobs of his spunk break off and plop drip down her luscious body. "Swallow!" he commands, his cockhead still held between her lips, and he watches the girl's throat obediently open to let the cascade of his sperm into her throat. Her nacre throat pulses as she swallows the warm emissions. Her prominent, heaving breasts are each decorated with small shiny puddlings of sperm, and Edward reaches forward to heft one breast and position it to receive another falling portion, maneuvering it so that her large, reddened nipple is anointed. "Now, pet," intones Edward, "It is proper for a good cocksucker to finish off by licking the penis and making sure it is left clean and fresh!" Ashley is amazed at how much come she has had to swallow, and finishes a series of small swallows to try to get the sticky fluid all down her throat. She already feels the hot spunk cooling and setting quickly on her face and chest. Nuzzling her Uncle's quickly detumescing member, her tongue daintily swabs the softening flesh, dissolving the crusting fluids on it. As she licks, her Uncle pets her head and intones, "Not at all bad, little one, I do think with appropriate practice you will make a credible fellatrix. Now stand up, give me a hug and thank me properly for you lesson! Then go with Clyve who will help you get cleaned up." Ashley slowly pulls herself to her feet, balancing precariously on her high-heels after so much time spent supine. She puts her arms around her Uncle and brings her head to his chest. Her bare breasts mash against his as he reaches around her and places one hand on her back and one hand on her bare bottom, caressing the soft flesh distractedly. "Thank you, Uncle Edward, for teaching me to... to suck you ... properly...." Her bottom receives a strong squeeze egging her on, "and...for filling my mouth with your sperm and making me drink it!" The latter rushes out of her, wanting to please her Uncle and put an end to her confusing ordeal. Edward smiles down at his niece, pats her bum just a bit roughly, and smiles. "Go now, get cleaned up!" He watches as she turns and follows Clyve out the door. Amusedly, he observes how she does not even stop to pull her panties back on, but walks out, her naked bottom wiggling with her steps. "Yes," he thinks, "she is becoming well trained indeed." Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 09 Chapter 9. An Educational Experience Ashley's expression was concentrated, her lips pursed and her smooth rounded brow furrowed as sat at the laptop on the small desk in her room. Her best friend from high school, Diana was on IM, where she went by the nickname fabulous D, which was appropriate as it described a measurement for which she was quite popular with the boys back home. Instant messaging one another was as close as was possible, now that Ashley was so far away, to the kinds of continuous confidences that they were accustomed to exchanging throughout the day at school. Ashley and Diana had been friends for years, and Ashley looked up to her slightly older, but far more outspoken, friend. Ashley was torn between wanting to tell her friend of the embarrassing situations that had occurred in the last several weeks, of the humiliating punishments she'd endured, and of her nascent crush on her good-looking young cousin. At the same time as her shame impelled her to be reticent, there was a seed of excitement deep down within her at how she was being used sexually, and a part of her yearned to impress her more adventurous friend. Diana had always been the leader, the one who had more experience and sought excitement, laughing at Ashley's schoolgirl crushes and her prudish approach to sex. She'd spent the better part of an hour instant messaging with Diana this evening, and had exhausted her lore of British sights, shopping tales, and complaints about the weather. She'd begun dropping slight hints about what she'd been undergoing. She'd started explaining how her Uncle was "very strict" and how he objected to her American ways and was setting about making her into his idea of a "proper" young lady. She circled the subject delicately for quite awhile, but Diana kept digging to try to better comprehend Ashley's vague hints. Without meaning to, Ashley mentioned the word "punishments," and, though the chat window couldn't convey her friends' expression, the eagerness of her typed response caused Ashley to see in her mind Diana's eager curious expression and wide-eyed reaction. D: What???? What like you mean you get grounded or something? A: No... not really. I mean, they're British, you know... It's kinda weird. I don't want to talk about it. D: What do you mean, "they're British"? They lock you in a dungeon or something, chica? A: No, of course not. NO, it's, forget it. D: Spill it, Ashes.... We don't keep secrets from each other, remember? A: Damn. OK, when something happens that my Uncle doesn't like he punishes me... Sometimes Ralph is there too... and, some of his friends once too. D: What?!? A: They're a bunch of old pervs, D! I can't even start to explain! If, like my clothes aren't right or straight or something, or Uncle thinks that what I'm wearing is too revealing, he'll order me to stand there and lecture me. Usually, this means that I'll have to take off my shirt or skirt, and then he'll have me standing in some uncomfortable position in my underwear. He'll do it really slowly, making me take off one piece of clothing at a time. Sometimes he says the most embarrassing personal things about my body as he makes me undress. And sometimes other people are there too! You can't believe how humiliating it is. Having to take off my clothes in front of a bunch of old guys who are leering at me and staring at my naked boobs. And...they won't keep their hands off me, either! Once my clothes start to come off, and especially when they order me to take off my bra or pull down my panties, they just touch me however they like as much as they like. D: Ashley, what? You mean they feel you up while you're standing naked in front of them? A: Yes, but the ogling and copping feels of my body isn't the worst part, the worst is the spankings. You'd think these guys thought that a girl's behind had a target painted on it, the way they slap my poor butt. God it stings and it's sooo embarrassing; my own Uncle smacking my bottom like I was a little girl. No, not like a little girl, cause he and his friends make good and sure to fondle my tits while their big paws are smacking my reddened butt. They're like....they do anything they like to my body and I have to let them grope me till I'm sore D: Are you shitting me, Ashley? You're saying you're getting naked with a bunch of old farts and your own cousin? A: NO! I'm not getting naked with them! They make me... they strip me and... D: Wait, are they fucking you? A: OF course not. It's not like I'm being raped or anything. They're just doing it to make me ashamed so my behavior will improve. You know, my Uncle doesn't even seem to enjoy my punishments, not like his friends; he's always so stern. He's actually pretty patient, but he's definitely strong willed. But, my cousin Ralph likes to see me like that. I sure can tell that. I can see he's hard half the time I'm being punished, and he fondles my body a lot! But you know, I kinda like the feeling I get when he does it; it's really exciting and almost makes the pain worthwhile. He sometimes whispers really erotic things to me. D: Wow, head trip. I can't imagine this. You sure you're ok? A: Yeah, I guess I am. It's no SO bad. And you know, when I'm good, it's great. I get to go shopping and my Uncle is really interesting and even warm when he's not mad. Besides, nothing has happened like that in a couple of weeks. I think I'm learning how to dress and behave more properly, so I don't even think this is a problem anymore. Anyway, D, I gotta go. Uncle told me he was having a guest and would need my help, and I do NOT want to be late with my chores! D: OK, wow, I want to hear more later. Keep your clothes on girl! Bye A: Bye. She rose from her desk and stretched. The clock on the desk said she had 5 minutes still before she needed to go down to the kitchen and bring lunch to her Uncle who was spending the morning in his study writing, as usual. The routine over the last couple of weeks had been steady, and Ashley was confident that she would be able to do her chores satisfactorily. She went into the bathroom and tidied herself up so her appearance was sure not to be a cause for her Uncle to be displeased with her. She brushed her teeth, smiled at herself and was pleased with the wide, gleaming, white toothed smile in the mirror. She tidied her dress, a soft edged, billowing, sheer blue flower patterned shift she'd chosen with her Uncle. The peasant bodice ruffled loosely at her chest, then had a babydoll flare down to a soft-hemmed edge which reached Ashley high on her thigh. Her shapely legs were naked and she stepped into a pair of fashionable red cloth Converses, the red contrasting with the white border of the rubber soles. Looking at herself in the mirror, the young lady pirouetted vainly, the dress flaring and billowing out around her. Making her way down the stairs to the kitchen, she passed her Uncle's study. She knocked timidly on the half open door, and entered when he beckoned her in. Pale sunlight filtered in the large window behind her Uncle, diffused by the diaphanous, gauzy curtains. Edward sat at a large oak desk, a pile of books piled on one side, and a pen in his hand. "Ashley," he intoned, not unkindly, "You'll find nuts and olives in the refrigerator. You will serve them to me and my guest at the table. Oh... and bring out the chilled Maçon-Villages. The professor appreciates a good Burgundy. "Yes, Uncle," answered the girl as she made her way to the kitchen obediently. ++++ Not many minutes later, outside the imposing house, a tall, paunchy, white haired, balding, 70-year old arranged his coat's fur collar fastidiously, before reaching out for the bell-pull. The sound of a chime resounded through the house, and after a moment, the door was opened by Ashley. Professor Marquist took a moment to acquaint himself with the subject of the elaborate preparations he had arranged with the girl's Uncle over the last few weeks. "Yes," he thought with a self-satisfied smile, which did not however register overtly on his face, "she will be perfect." His unwavering gaze travelled unfettered over the girl's pretty face and big hazel eyes, her full lips and wide mouth, down over the lines of the flowing dress to take in the generous curvature of her chest, and her long, bare legs. Ashley, embarrassed, let her gaze drop and her hands clasped nervously in front of her. "Good morning, young lady!" Marquist said, his tone practiced from more than forty years of dealing with schoolchildren, "I am Professor Marquist. I believe you should be inviting me inside, should you not?" "Of course, sir, I'm sorry. Please do come in," Ashley responded, hastily. Marquist entered into the foyer, and turning his back to the girl, loosened and cast back his black, fur trimmed, overcoat. Ashley was just quick enough to reach up and take it from the tall old man. Looking nervously about, she lifted the heavy coat onto an empty curved crook on the free-standing coat-rack next to her. "Please come inside," repeated the girl. Marquist motioned for her to precede him, and as she walked in front of him he let her get a slight distance ahead so he had a better vantage point of her. "Ah, what a delightful swell this one has to her arse!" he thought, "It looks prominent but not too large, no, this girl has a nice meaty posterior, but trim. She is top-heavy, shall we say? And such nice, lean, schoolgirl legs. She will look delightful naked and that creamy skin will feel magnificent in my hands. Now, patience, old bean," he admonished himself, "there'll be time." Edward had descended the staircase and met his guest at the entrance to the parlor. Ashley left them exchanging greetings as she went to make final preparations. The two men made their way into the sitting room, and Ashley entered the kitchen and continued laying out the bowls of hôrs d'ouvres she was to bring out. She found the bottle of white wine in the refrigerator, and, not familiar with how to open the bottle, took it in and a pair of glasses her Uncle and his guest. The older man, she observed, was comfortably ensconced in a deep armchair, while her Uncle leaned against the mantle over the fireplace speaking to him. She noticed that her Uncle seemed to treat the tall Professor with a degree of deference, whether due to his status or age, she couldn't tell. Marquist observed delightedly the entrance of the young girl into the room. He calmed himself, staring at her as she stood holding out the bottle of white wine and the glasses. She looked so appetizing, pink and healthy, and that mane of dark hair, so glossy and smooth! As she turned from him to proffer the bottle to her uncle, Marquist's expert gaze ascertained through her flimsy, short dress, the shape of the girl's panties. He decided they were white lace slightly square cut, covering the top of her bottom with a dip in the waist creating an slight V, and ending in a square bottom, covering the girl's nether cheeks but leaving the outer crescent of her backside uncovered. Taut, tanned thighs, a long curve of haunch, and perfect dimpled knees, trim calves and small feet in those scandalous red sneakers. Well, the sneakers would come in useful, observed the old man to himself. Ashley kept her eyes downcast, but even though she dared not look at the older man, except for a quick, scared glance at his amused but steely expression, she could feel his eyes roam over her face and body as she waited to serve him obediently. Silently, she shuddered at what he must be seeing! Her dress was short and filmy and the provocative curves of her body would be clearly visible through it. As, she gasped to realized, probably the shape of her underwear. What only moments before had been a cause for vanity as she prepared herself for the "guests" now caused her the most hot embarrassment. "Darn!" she though to herself, "I shouldn't have worn this outfit!" She knew though that to have disobeyed her Uncle's explicit instructions on what to wear for this occasion would have probably been enough excuse for him to do something much worse. He could well have ordered her to remove her clothing while he, or worse, he and the Professor, watched her. Edward strode over to the distracted and flushed girl and took the bottle from her hand. With an indication of his head towards the professor, he sent Ashley to offer him a glass. Edward expertly extracted the cork from the bottle and handed it back to Ashley. She walked demurely over to the professor and stood before him, dutifully proffering the chilled wine. Marquist glanced up at the bottle, his demeanor dismissive and haughty. The dewdrops of condensation on the cold glass made him muse to himself for a moment, "now, how shall I go about bringing similar teardrops from this nubile foal?" A smile flitted across his face, as his gaze swept from the bottle towards the young lady serving him. He lifted his glass. The girl took it. She didn't want to spill a drop, which would have been another occasion for being punished, and concentration furrowed her smooth, rounded, brow as she let a stream of pale yellow wine cascade into the gentleman's glass. She didn't really follow the conversation between the two men, but made sure to keep their glasses full, while they talked of education, or so it mostly seemed to her. She circulated small plates of nuts and olives, as well as dainty finger-sandwiches of cheese and cucumber to the two gentlemen, and observed Marquist's color heightening with the wine. Once, as she bent low to offer a platter to the aging professor, she couldn't help notice his cold glance fix itself on the naked expanse of her shoulders and upper chest, bared by the sleeves of her peasant blue dress. Although the swell of her breasts was evident, at least, she thought to herself, the top edge of the front was snug to her body and covered her chest demurely. "The old goat won't get much of a view!" she thought. Her observation would turn out to be about as incorrect as possible, for Marquist had plans which would shortly lead to him viewing every last detail of Ashley's young body. Ashley straightened up as Marquist took a pensive bite of the small sandwich he'd taken. Before she could turn away from him, he addressed her imperiously, "Young lady, please put down that tray. I should like to interrogate you on the form and content of your education. "Yes, that's right, put down the tray and put your hands at your side. Don't fidget, girl! Now, I should like to know what form you're in." "Sir?" stammered Ashley, "I don't understand what you mean by form." "Don't be stupid, girl, how far along are you in your schooling? How many years do you have before you go to University, though Lord knows," he muttered, "you certainly look more mature than your infantile behavior indicates." "I'm a senior next year, Sir," explained Ashley, "In the US this means that I have one more year, and then I will go to college, which is...like..." she felt herself explaining lamely, "university, but not necessarily ...umm..." "Yes, yes." Marquist interrupted impatiently, and continued his questioning regarding her schooling. Ashley did her best to respond to his questions on the curriculum she'd studied, how many subjects, how many hours, all sorts of things. She seemed unable to please him with her answers; his manner indicated he found her answers unsatisfactory and her education, by extension lacking. After some time of this, he interrupted his questioning and addressed Edward, "You know, Edward, old chap, the kind of lax environment in which your charge has grown up really doesn't bode well for her character if not assisted properly along. You've told me how effective your own treatments of this young lady have been, but as you know I have my own scientifically derived procedures. If you could just direct me to where I can get started in private?" "Yes, of course, Marquist, I had anticipated that you'd be interested in getting your own perspective on the matter of my niece, so I've prepared the upstairs study for you. It is fully at your disposal. Is there anything special you might require?" "Most kind, Edward, I've brought most everything I need in my little bag here, but perhaps, while I go settle in, Ashley can furnish herself with a small container of soapy warm water and some small towels?" Edward signaled his niece sternly and taking the elder teacher by the arm congenially led him towards the stairs. They climbed together, talking quietly, then disappeared into the upstairs study, a sanctum Ashley only rarely was invited into. A fluttering sensation in her stomach accompanied Ashley's realization that, just as she'd been telling Andrea a few hours before, the old man had every intention of abusing her defenseless position in the household. She was helpless to resist, and she was almost in tears as she went into the kitchen and found a small basin. She climbed the stairs and stopped into the bathroom on the first floor to do as she'd been bid, and collect two white hand towels. She lingered, trying to delay entering the study whose closed doors she glanced at with foreboding, the muffled, jovial voices within unintelligible. She filled the bucket with warm water, and holding a bar of hand soap under the surface rubbed it back and forth, as the water clouded over and became slick. Finally she returned the bar of soap to its dish and washed and dried her hands. Unable to delay any further, she trembled slightly and made her way slowly to the door of the study, where she knocked softly. She obeyed the barked response, and entered the study. Edward's book-lined, oak paneled study was a classical male sanctum of learning. Dominated by a large dark walnut desk, the room was contained a brown button-leather sofa and two large matching chairs and an ottoman. The afternoon light filtered in through slatted shutters, lending a golden hue to the warm wooden walls and bookcases. The men looked up at the girl as she entered, her delicate blue dress a contrast to the masculine earth-tones and textures of the room. Edward turned to Marquist, "Right, then, old chap, I shall leave you two to it. I will be going out this afternoon, as I have a number of matters to which I should attend. Take your time with Ashley, and let yourself out afterwards, yes? We shall have ample time to discuss your findings soon. Righto, Ashley, on your best behavior, now, you are to mind Professor Marquist precisely. Should I hear reports that you have not behaved yourself your punishment will be quick and severe, Do you understand, young lady?" "Yes, Uncle, but... you're leaving me here alone? Can't you stay?" Ashley queried tremulously, peeking up at the old professor on whose lips she could see a small, tight smile of satisfaction. "Young lady, none of that!" admonished her Uncle. "The professor and I see eye to eye on the rigorous education of young people, and though our methods vary somewhat, you will have ample opportunity to sample both of our methodologies. Marquist, adieu." With this, Edward sailed out the door, closing it behind him. As the door clicked shut, Ashley quickly looked up at the tall, portly schoolmaster. "Ah, we are finally alone, my dear. Good, good. As Edward intimated, he and I share philosophical roots when it comes to educating young people. In my long career in education I have learned that the activity of punishing and humiliating young ladies like yourself, Ashley, is very healthful, for me at least, if not for the young ladies in question. "I shall require your cooperation, young lady, as I don't intend to run around after you. I will remind you just this once that should I report your misbehavior to your guardian, you will be subjected to twice the inconvenience and discomfort which you avoided in the first place!" Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 09 Pt. 2 Chapter 9, Part II. School's in Session 18-year-old Ashley look out the window of the patrician Jaguar as it sped along the country lane towards the old, gabled building surrounded by a gravel drive. She tugged uncomfortably at the wide school tie clasped at the collar of a crisp white schoolgirl shirt. She shifted her weight nervously as she turned to observe the ancient manor home the car was approaching. The soft, luxurious leather seats of the gracious vehicle molded perfectly to the anxious girl's shifting haunches as she twisted her torso. The car came to a halt. The building, thought Ashley, looked established and imposing, a short series of steps leading to a wide heavy oak door bordered in wooden carvings. A heavy iron knocker in the shape of a lion's paw looked like it would require more strength than the young girl had to rap for attention and gain admission. Not that gaining admission would be high on Ashley's list of desires when standing at the door. If anything, the brooding presence of the building and the mysterious and ominous circumstances whereby the young lady had come to be there elicited in her troubled mind a wish to flee more than to enter. She glanced quickly at her uncle in the driver's side of the vehicle, setting the parking brake. She didn't imagine that he would be amenable to agreeing to forego the day of "education" he had arranged and take her home. Edward had come to her a few days before, and surprised her with the news that she was to start to attend classes. He had said this would prevent her from becoming idle during her summer. Ashley hadn't expected to be going to school while in England, but the though of meeting and fraternizing with her contemporaries excited her. So it was with eagerness this morning that she'd donned the uniform her Uncle had prepared for her: the aforementioned crisp white shirt, a pleated gray skirt, and thigh high white stockings. For all extent and purposes, Ashley's schoolgirl uniform would have been proper for a schoolgirl of 13. The one variation on the ageless dress her Uncle had made, he'd put to her as, "of course, Ashley, for your uniform we will forego the plain undergarments and flat heels appropriate to younger girls. You will wear your delicate, black strapped heels. And, of course, it is always appropriate to wear nice underthings. Let me see...." While Ashley had watched embarrassed, Edward had gone to her underwear drawer. True, she told herself, he'd bought most of the lacy undergarments. But still she blushed to have him finger through her lingerie, possessively taking up and examining one after another lacy transparent panty, or unfolding a large cupped, supportive but decorative brassiere with a hint of a smile which Ashley knew came from imagining her breasts and body in the garments. She had blushed as Edward picked up the bra and used a hand to push out each cup, clearly imagining what the cup would look like when supporting Ashley's full, heavy, young breast. The creamy smooth satin would complement, he imagined,the hint of dark olive skinned hue of her skin, and the decorative lilac floral pattern on the sides of the cups would grace the outer curve of his niece's swelling feminine globes. He settled on a pair of panties that sported lace and silk construction in pale lavender in the front, and a smooth, semi-transparent, full rear. At the hips a pair of violet ink ruffles extended across the top of the back of the panties, forming a vestigial skirt around the sides and rear. Ashley saw they would not provide much protection from prying eyes, though at that point she had no notion of how many such eyes would soon be enjoying her undress. Her Uncle was silent on the drive over, and Ashley caught a glimpse in the distance of an old manor like house, appearing and disappearing between the tall trees surrounding it. The car stopped at the gate for a moment, where an unseen camera approved them, causing the gate to swing open automatically, and the car to enter the grounds of the old building. Ashley watched the school blink in and out of her sight warily. The though she kept coming back, the thought that caused her to shiver in fright, was the phrase with which Marquist had dismissed her, "We shall see each other again soon enough, little Ashley, when your lessons resume." Could Marquist be one of the teachers at this school? "Please no," thought Ashley to herself, envisioning the strict punishments the old pervert would dream up. Another shameful thought came to her mind unbidden. "Hopefully there will be other girls and he won't concentrate on me." Ashley's concerns were prescient, and though as she would find out in due course, there would be other girls, Marquist and the other masters of the approaching institution would have plenty of occasion to give her the attention due the nubile and lovely young lady in their charge. After the Jaguar had pulled up to the stern, ancient building and Edward extinguished the engine, he turned to his niece. "Ashley, I expect you to be on your most ladylike and best behavior today. I am delivering you to the experienced hands of the masters of this school. Let me be clear. If I receive reports of your behavior being anything but fully complacent and agreeable, or any misdeeds or disobedience on your part, you will be made to regret it. Do I make myself clear?" Ashley hung her head, and nodded her assent. Quickly looking up at her Uncle she obeyed his gesture waving her out of the car. She stepped down onto the gravel drive, the small stones crunching under her black, open toes heels, and closed the car door behind herself. On the gravel beside her Uncle's Jaguar, three other elegant cars were also disgorging their occupants. Three other girls, about Ashley's age, stood confused outside the cars that had brought them there. Superficially, they all looked alike, wearing the same uniform of white cotton blouse, striped tie and gray skirt. Only their stockings and footwear differed, one wearing schoolgirl socks and flat shoes, and other the black or, like Ashley, white stockings and high-heeled shoes appropriate to a young woman, rather than a schoolgirl. Ashley noticed that all the girls appeared, just as she did to be nervous and tentative. Ashley stood on the gravel drive, uncertain what to do next, as her Uncle drove away. The cars the other girls had come in also drove around the drive towards the rear of the building, and Ashley imagined, the exit. Unknown to her or to the other girls being delivered to the "school," the men who had dropped them off, Ashley's Uncle, and the two others, parked their cars in the rear, and entered the building. They smiled broadly at one another, and exchanged pleasantries, as they made their way to a special room that had been arranged for them. As if recounting the statistics of horses on which they were betting, the men discussed the girls they'd delivered. One of their party, a fiftyesh, trim, steel-haired, man who introduced himself as Dorset, told of his charge. What he recounted recapitulated the written summary he'd left the masters of the school in preparation for this event, a summary all the assembled men had also had a chance to peruse at their amusement. "Andrea is 20, and has been in training for a year. She is by nature a bit rebellious, and needs to be roughly brought to heel. She has been ridden frequently, and performs admirably when forced. She has been "on the penis" for 6 months. Particularly dislikes properly swallowing sperm. Let's see, what else can I tell you chaps, she is great ride, one of the tightest cunts I've had the pleasure of encountering. Full tits, as you can see, and they are a source of exquisite torment to her when properly used, or shall I say abused? As I am sure you will be given the pleasure of witnessing, Andrea has most amusing and sensitive nipples. Not only do they swell delightfully full when tormented, but they take on a most decorative bright crimson hue." Dorset chuckled, a grin evidencing reminiscences which were clearly pleasant to him. Edward, in turn, intoned, "Ashley, my niece is 19, a virgin still, and is a few weeks from being introduced to the penis, alas, gentlemen. Her submissive and compliant nature, make her a delight to work on. It s a most simple matter to make her feel she is responsible for any predicament she is in, and deserves her punishments, which she takes with delightful meekness and embarrassment. As you can see, she has admirable chest development, and exquisitely sensitive nipples, which cause her entire body to writhe and twist stupendously. Especially, her bottom, which is one of the most spankable I've had the pleasure to encounter in my career." The men made themselves comfortable in the overstuffed chairs in the room, after pouring themselves drinks and taking cigars. They all turned towards a table with 2 large television displays on them. The images in the televisions panned around a schoolroom, with various angles taking the place of one another. It was clear that there were cameramen presently filming the rooms, able to artistically and strategically capture any action therein for the immediate viewing pleasure of the men, as well as for posterity. After lighting and puffing at his cigar, the third man, a portly, balding, weak-chinned specimen, intoned in a petulant voice, "Katy came to me from foster care three months ago. She is 18, and had a series of unpleasant families with which she was placed, where she was maltreated but with no sound principles of conduct or eye to her edification. As such, she had been on the penis since quite young, but has had to be trained to be responsive and attentive. She's rather a tall, willowy sort, muscled like a greyhound. Thankfully, she is sufficiently fleshy where required, and her buttocks are long and nicely rounded and very sensitive. She cries copiously while being spanked. She also has the softest breasts I've run into, with the most delightfully chewable stiff nipples I've seen. I often punish her by attaching clamp on earrings to the stiff nubbins. She hates it. As you will also see, Katy exhibits a delightful contrast between her lean body, and the slightly bulbous cheeks of her bottom. More so, however with her labia, which are fleshy and prominent. This has led me to apply particular attention in her training to punishing her genitals, which can lead her to paroxysms of hysterics, but after relentless repetition produces a subservient passivity in her." The men looked up as they heard a shuffling sounds come from the television in front of them. The scene showed the three girls being shepherded into the room by Professor Marquist. All the girls appeared to be cowed and quietly apprehensive, due of course to each of them having already undergone a introductory session with the disciplinarian similar to that endured by Ashley. The girls appeared paralyzed by nervousness. Marquist pointed to three school benches placed in the front of the room. Just before the benches was a large mobile blackboard. Slightly to one side, Marquist bent over and consulted some papers on the master's desk. Right behind the girl's three school desks were four additional desks. They were positioned closer together, so that the three girls who no sat nervously at their desks were arrayed in front of the desks, merely an arms length away. "Young ladies, settle down," ordered Marquist, "and face forward." The girls obeyed, each remembering how strict the teacher had been with them when in private. Though they didn't know it, they all shared a common hope and misapprehension, that in this more structure space and occasion, they would be spared any humiliations or punishments. "Right, face forward, ladies. I want you attention and gaze focused on the front of the room. I know how girls of your age get distracted by the presence of boys, and, as you are here to learn and not to flirt, we will endeavor to keep the interaction between you and the rest of the class to a minimum. I should think you ought to have no trouble at all behaving like proper ladies. Gentlemen, please take your seats..." entoned Marquist loudly. Ashley heard the heavy footsteps of a number of people come into the classroom. She suppressed the desire to glance back at what she assumed were "the boys." It was far too early to start disobeying the old tyrant! Behind her, she heard the scraping of chairs as the boys took their places at the narrow wooden desks. The four boys sat confidently an arms length from the girls and observed them intently. The insolence and freedom of their male gaze contrasted with the downcast, meek, glances as the girls avoided looking at the boys. The young men shifted in their seats as they stared at the girls sitting primly in front of them. Their gazes took in the girl's narrow backs and traced along the lines of the rear straps of their brassieres, and the neat manes of hair the girls sported. They craned around to glimpse the girl's pretty faces, stonily facing forward in compliance with Marquists' orders. Marquist began lecturing on English History. The boys heard none of this. They'd been informed by the their elders what would be taking place, and eagerly awaited the next step. As Marquist droned on drily, Jack, ginger haired, and wiry took the initiative when Marquist instructed Andrea to continue the reading. The nervous girl started to read aloud, but was interrupted by the Professor, who ordered her to stand beside her desk as she read. While the girl read, Jack leaned forward, grinning, and grasped the lower rear edge of Andrea's pleated schoolgirl skirt. Andrea concentrated on her reading, but felt a tug at her skirt as Jack lifted it, baring for a moment one cheek of Andrea's full rounded bottom covered by her translucent white lace panties. "Hey!" Andrea cried out, losing her composure, and whirled around, "Stop that!". Jack grinned up at the aggrieved girl. Her shoulder length, white-blonde hair, whipped around as she swung towards him. She glared at the grinning boy. "Miss Andrea, what are you doing, please?" said Marquist sternly, seemingly oblivious to Jack who had released Andrea's skirt and leaned back nonchalantly, chatting with the other boys. "Nothing, sir," responded Andrea, "the boys were bothering me." "Pay no attention to the young men, they are merely high-spirited, young lady. Continue." Andrea turned reluctantly away from the boy behind her, and began reading where she's left off. Almost immediately she felt one of the other boys start to lift her skirt up in the rear. "Hey!" she yelled out and pulled forward and away from the boy. "Miss Andrea," scolded the professor from the front of the room, "what is the matter?" "They're bugging me!" Andrea blurted. "And what are they doing that warrants your interrupting your reading?" asked Marquist. Andrea hesitated before responding, she didn't want to call attention to herself, but the rebellious young lady rose to the taunting grins of the boys behind her. "They're grabbing my skirt and pulling it up!" "Gentlemen, are you paying attention to our nubile reader?" Marquist inquired. Jack answered, "She's not a very good reader, Sir, so I was looking for some other talent she might have to keep us entertained" "Young lady, as you know boys can be quite high spirited. You have an issue with what the boys are doing to pass the time as you read to us? "Well, yes, sir,..." Andrea quavered, "they're looking under my skirt." "Ah, well," sighed the Professor walking up to the girl, and leaning against her desk, "boys will be distracted by young ladies, it is only natural. The female bottom does tend to draw young men's attention. Perhaps one should not fight nature in such cases, but give in to it. Maybe that will settle them down, hmmm?" "Young women, though, need to be more disciplined. You must learn to do what you're told without being distracted! Discipline of this nature is all important in a girls' upbringing. If you cannot maintain your composure, you will never amount to anything. Now you will continue, and the young men will perhaps oblige me by attempting to distract you. I do not want you to react, do you understand?" Marquist paced slowly back towards the young men. The frightened girl nodded her head. Tentatively she began reading again from the text. Within moments she again felt a hand at the hem of her skirt. She attempted to continue reading, but felt one of the boys raise the back of her skirt all the way up and hold it against her lower back. Her white panty covered cheeks were exposed to the boys, who drank in the womanly swelling of Andrea's round ass cheeks. Andrea tried hard to ignore the boys, though she could hear them whispering behind her. She read from the textbook, but was distracted by snippets of comments she heard from the boys behind her. "Now that's a great arse! Yeah, and great legs too. Too bad her panties aren't transparent, eh? I wouldn't mind her waving that in my face! Born to be bare, yeah." Andrea faltered in her reading, embarrassed and disturbed by the boys' rude comments. Marquist walked over slowly to the girl, his gaze intent on her. She suddenly realized that she had stopped reading, and that the master was standing beside her looking down at her sternly. "Andrea, you are NOT paying full attention to your lesson. If it is this pesky skirt of yours that is causing you to be distracted, we shall have to remove the distractions." Andrea, stood motionless, unable to comprehend what was happening. Marquist ordered her to stand tall and put her hands on her head. Andrea complied, feeling her chest jut out and push out on her white blouse. She tried to roll her shoulders forward and point her elbows inward to reduce the prominent swell of her chest, which she knew the boys would be staring at gleefully. "You, young Jack, could you please assist your classmate? I would like you to remove her skirt!" The three girls gasped. While Andrea trembled expectantly, Katy and Ashley looked down at their desks, petrified of getting into the same predicament as Andrea. Rising from his laconic lounge, Jack stood next to Andrea and reached out to undo the snap on the side of her skirt. He then expertly ran the zipper down and opened the gray, pleated, school skirt. Andrea, her hands on the back of her head and her elbows pointing skyward, trembled and looked down at the boy's hand on her hip, as it slid her zipper open, baring the skin of her hips and the edges of her white panties. The boy held the two sides of the opening of her skirt open, and began tugging downward, and Andrea shuddered as she felt her skirt slip from around her waist and start to slide downward off her smooth belly. Pulling the skirt down over Andrea's snug hips, the boy drew it down the length of her thighs, over her panties then down the naked flesh of her upper legs. At the top of her stockings the skirt slid loosely over the smooth black transparent stockings, and the boy let the skirt drop to where it pooled at her feet. Andrea was shocked. As the five boys watched her intently, she stood half-naked below the waist wearing only her white lacy panties. With her hands behind her head, her blouse fell only to just above her hips, leaving a bare strip of belly flesh visible above her panties. She felt the boys' stares fixed on her lightly concealed, prominent, rounded bottom cheeks. Her eyes closed in humiliation. She could feel her bottom tremble as she sniffled in shame at being exposed. "And now," intoned the professor, "perhaps we can all matter of factly return to our lessons. Though, on second though, this occasion might be put to additional educational use by addressing the educational materials that Andrea has been so good as to put at our disposal, hmmm...to wit her young female body. Gentlemen, I do not imagine you would object to a slight diversion from our study of Literature to veer into the topic of female anatomy, which your young classmate seems so willing to demonstrate? After all, we ought to make use of the occasion provided for us by a young lady standing around in her panties for us." Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 09 Pt. 2 "But, to fully benefit from this occasion, I think it would be useful if Andrea would remove her blouse as well for us? Miss Andrea, please unbutton your top for the class, and lay it aside." The girl whimpered and stood motionless, unable to comply with the Master's order. Between stifled teary catches in her throat which wracked her torso, she looked wildly and imploringly at Marquist. Her blonde hair whipped around as she involuntarily shook her head in protest at being asked to undress in front of the boys. Marquist grew stern. "Young lady, you have been taught to obey at home and I expect the same standard of obedience here in the classroom. You may think you are immune here among your peers from the incitements to obedience that you have received at home, but let me assure you that you will find I keep as tight a ship in my class as your guardian does at home. " Marquist walked up to the girl. His hand went to the back of her head, and grasped a sheaf of Andrea's fine white blonde hair in his grip. He pulled the girl forward by her hair, and she tumbled after him, precarious on her heels, her bottom shifting visibly under her thin panties as she stumbled behind Marquist, who pulled her by her hair towards a door at the side of the classroom. Both Master and girl disappeared into the small inner sanctum of Marquist's office. The professor made sure to leave the door communicating between the main classroom and his office open so the amused boys and the horrified girls heard clearly as Marquist ordered the girl to bend over his desk, and "stick out your posterior nicely for a sound smacking to teach you to obey." A muffled complaint from the girl was followed immediately by the sharp crack of a palm being applied with force to pliant female flesh. The Master's words were indistinct, low and cold, but all in the classroom heard the words "naked" "bare" and "tender" clearly, followed after a brief interval by a sharp, regular, repeated series of slaps of a hard male palm against soft girlflesh, interspersed with high, squealing exclamations of pain and indignation from Andrea. Ashley and Katy both blanched as they imagined their classmate's naked bottom being spanked hard and fast in the adjacent room. The boys smiled, an uncomfortable but highly pleasurable swelling in their groins pulsing as if in time to the punished girl's muffled complaints. A seemingly interminable series of smacks rang from the adjacent room, accompanied by an indistinct gruff lecturing by Marquist. Andrea's plaintive yelps were quite clearly heard by the boys, whose erections throbbed in syncopation to the overheard staccato sobs of the girl being punished just a few meters away from them. The boys shifted uncomfortably, to accommodate their hard-ons. Ashley and Katy were suffering true discomfort, though, as they blushed and stared down at their desk, not daring to call attention to themselves. They too shifted uncomfortably in their seats, but in the girls' case it was due to the fluttering in their stomachs and the enhanced sensitivity they experienced in their own bottoms, their imaginations being unable to resist picturing their own naked bottoms bouncing and squirming under Marquists' hard spanks. Indeed, both had suffered the old disciplinarians punishments before, and their backsides tensed with the recollection of the sting and humiliation of their, only too recent, spankings. Finally, Andrea emerged shuffling ruefully from the Master's room, followed closely by the old professor. She made her way back to her desk with small painful steps and stood next to it. Tears streaked her delicate cherubic, blushing face, and her elbows, held high beside her head, trembled with suppressed whimpers "Now, Andrea," intoned Marquist, as if there had been no interruption to the class, "continuing where we were before we were forced to engage in a bit of discipline, please open your blouse so the lesson may proceed." Andrea slowly reached down, and grasping the delicate buttons on her blouse one by one, working the thin round pearly buttons out of their delicate eyelets. As the last button opened, she obeyed her instructor's command to put her hands back behind her nape. The sheer halves of the girl's blouse opened, hanging at her side, revealing her youthfully flat but soft belly. "Young Jack," Marquist addressed the same young man who had removed Andrea's skirt, "you have done so well in removing our I hope newly obedient charge's bottom half, please do us the favor of relieving Andrea of the constraints of her shirt." Grinning broadly, Jack approached the trembling girl. She watched him with trepidation as he came up to her. Glancing at her backside, Jack's grin widened at the sight of the rosy hue evident through the thin material of Andrea's panties. The rear of her upper thighs and the bare skin of the outside of the girl's bottom bore obvious, deep, pink handprints from her chastisement. The deep pink color suffused her prominent bottom cheeks, disappearing uninterrupted under the lower seam of her panties, in testament to these having been absent from her bottom while she was punished. Jack leered at the frightened girl as he pulled apart the halves of Andrea's white schoolgirl shirt, grasping her arms to slide the shirt off them, then guiding her hands back to the rear of her head. With a fine instinct for inflicting humiliation, Jack gathered loose strands of Andrea's hair from around her face, not allowing the shamed girl to hide her face behind her luxuriant hair. She obediently gathered the loose sheaf and pulled it back against her head. Andrea's shirt fell away from her body in the hands of the young man, and Andrea felt the clammy chill of her nervous perspiration on her belly and lower back as the cool air of the room touched her bare flesh. The boys started at the submissive girl standing before them clad only in her underwear, her white bra more a decoration than support for the full teenage breasts filling it. Andrea's breath was ragged, and her boobs rose and fell rhythmically, filing out the cups of the smooth, opaque cream brassiere. The boys stared intently at the swell of her full young breasts at her décolletage. Andrea's arms returned obediently to the position above her head, which caused her bosom to thrust out temptingly in its meager covering. She squirmed in embarrassment and tried to turn slightly towards the front of the room, so at least the boys would not be able to see her front. This was, unfortunately for the poor girl, not to be, however, as Marquist ordered, "Andrea, turn slowly so your fellow pupils may educate themselves thoroughly on the frontal anatomy of a fertile teenage woman!" She slowly twisted on her heels, her gaze meekly downcast, glancing up for a moment to look at the boys, but quickly flickering back down to the floor, as she saw the four boys delightedly leaning forward and staring at her almost unclad body. In their grins and unblinking gaze she could see the predatory lust for her tender flesh, and she shuddered at the thought of them leaning forward and pawing her. It was only the Master's authority that protected her from the horny schoolboy wolves. She closed her eyes in humiliation as she wondered what torments the lecherous teacher himself would allow. She would not need to wait long to find out. "Much better," intoned Marquist. "Now, Andrea, I made a distinction when I mentioned the phrase fertile teenage woman, to point out that you, and Katy and Ashley, of course, are at an age where your sexual apparatus, as well as your sexual characteristics are fully developed, no longer those nascent ones of a young girl, but at the same time you have not developed into the overripe maturity characterizing the transition past a young lady's full bloom. No, it can be said that you three are at the prime phase of womanhood to illustrate for our young scholars the quintessential attributes of ripe ladyhood. You are of course, fertile, are you not Andrea?" The girl blushed and glanced up at the boys, leering as they attended her answer. She dared not ignore the question or even pretend she didn't know what the old teacher meant; her bottom quivered at the thought of earning another spanking! "Yes, ...sir." she whispered. "And tell these young men what proof you have of this fact..." She blinked away shamed tears starting to collect at the corners of her eyes and mumbled, "Because of my period." "And this refers to?" intoned Marquist, "remember that our young men may not be acquainted with all the complexities of the female body, so I entreat you to be clear." "My bleeding," she managed to stutter out. Marquist sighed, "Tony," he beckoned, "please come here." A gangly, dark haired 18 year old boy stood up and approached the front of the room. Turning towards his desk, Marquist reached across it and extracted from a drawer an object. Andrea observed from the corner of her eye that he handed it to the young man, but she did not understand what it was until Marquist led Tony to where she stood and ordered her to turn towards them. In one hand, the young man held a 40 centimeter long, old brown leather strap, about 4 centimeters wide. One half was split down the middle to form two tails. Andrea swallowed nervously. Marquist carried a square stool, which he put beside the frightened girl's desk. "Kneel on the stool, girl!" he ordered. She clambered up, her knees uncomfortable against the hard wood, and reached out to the desk to prevent herself from falling. "Yes, that's right," continued Marquist, "Lean over your desk, elbows on the table. Head down between your elbows! I want a good outthrust posterior!" The stool was slightly higher than the desk, so the boys observed the girls' naked thighs stretched taut, her panty-clad bottom thrust high in the air, the position rounding and broadening the twin hemispheres under their scan silky covering. "I am not here," scolded Marquist, "to play Socratic interlocutor with you, young lady. When I ask you a question, I demand full and explicit responses which will not require me to further prod. You shall learn this, and now, and the strap that young Tony is holding, applied to your naughty bottom cheeks,..." with this Marquist grabbed the waistband of Andrea's panties and yanked it up hard, pulling her panties deep into the cleft between her rounded nates, "...will emphasize the expediency of answering satisfactorily the first time." Marquist's fingers hooked into the bottom seam of the girl's silky panty and further bared each full, rounded, already pink splotched bottom cheek. The material bunched into twin scrunched strips at her lower back, with a stretched strip of panty between her spread and exposed arse cheeks. Between her legs the panty covered and bit into the rear pout of Andrea's genitals. "Young man, stand next to your charge and place a hand on her far hip and thigh, then pull her securely against you, to hold her firm as you administer an educational thrashing." Andrea felt the young man push himself against her side, his pants rough against the bare skin of her hip. His palm grabbed her opposite hip, and pulled her to him, then wandered over the soft skin of her hip, down to her full upper thigh, and even to the side of her bared bottom cheek. "As this is the second time we've been required to chastise you, young lady, in just a short time, I think ten smacks of the belt are in order...Tony, please proceed." Andrea, feeling her bottom presented and exposed, her cheek pressed against the schooldesk glanced back. Her breasts hung embarrassingly, swinging in their cups, and beyond that she could see her own thighs pressed together and the boy's torso pushing against her side. She could not see what he was doing, and she whimpered in fear and embarrassment. "Katy, Ashley, stand and observe your fellow schoolgirl's chastisement! In fact, to fully comprehend how our strict rules apply to you two as well, though you have as yet not committed any transgressions, Ralph and Chaunce will remove your skirts as well. You will observe, gentlemen, how the fairer sex's empathy with one another, their natural congregation into submissive groups, will result in the other girls' feeling almost as if they too were having their backsides strapped." He continued, as the boys both delightedly ran the zippers down on the girls' gray skirts, opened them and pulled the clothing down. As the young men prompted them by taking hold of their calves or ankles and pulling upwards, both young ladies obediently stepped out of the skirts puddle at their feet. Chaunce whispered to Ashley as he scooped up the skirt and tossed it back towards his desk, "I think you won't be needing your skirt for a good while, little girl!" Both girls stood in their panties and shirts, hands obediently behind their heads. Marquist nodded towards Tony, giving him an encouraging polite smile. Tony gazed down at the full, feminine, bottom cheeks roundly exposed under his arm. He raised the belt to shoulder height. The twin halves of the split leather wavered in the air independently for a moment, then he brought it whistling down. Andrea, couldn't see what the boy who held her was doing. She felt him tense, and she trembled. She heard a sibilant whoosh for a moment. A sharp, fleshy smacking sound rang out simultaneous with an explosion of fierce, deep and concentrated stinging along a narrow stripe of the lower curve of her backside. A duller, more spread out burning suffused the side of her outer rear thigh where the twin tails of the leather belting left four thin red lines on her flesh. She cried out in pain and Tony observed the girlish bottom pinned between his hand and his crotch tense and contract, then jiggle in time to her sobs. The boy turned inwards slightly the better to bring his erection against the hip of the girl he was punishing. Andrea, wriggling from the fiery burn in her bottom was oblivious to the role her naked hip was playing in bringing pleasing pressure to her punisher's penis. Marquist raised a hand to stay Tony from eagerly giving Andrea another smack immediately. "Ralph, Chaunce, did you observe a reaction on the other girls' part?" Chaunce answered, "I was focused on the bottom receiving treatment, sir, but I believe I perceived a tremor in Ashley's pretty backside in response to the smacking of her schoolchum." "Hmm," pondered Marquist, "Ladies, please bend over your desks, eyes on Miss Andrea and posteriors pushed well-out. Don't make me remind you how this is done, or you will be taking Andrea's place shortly. Now, gentlemen, place your palms on each of these young ladies bottom cheeks, yes, best to reach under their panties so you can feel their bottoms tremble." Ashley felt Chaunce's hands slip under the lower opening of her panties. His fingers spread and his palm and fingers grasped her bare bottom cheek possessively. Ralph, pulled Katy's smooth cotton panties up before palming her nates, and his thumbs toyed with the slightly more textured skin between her backside and the rear of her prominent pussy lips. "The second stroke, please Tony." intoned Marquist. Andrea's soft bottom clenched for a moment as she heard the telltale whistle of the falling belt. SMACK! She felt a stripe of hot pain explode diagonally across her bottom, high towards the top of her buttock on one side, and looping low to the crest of her cheek on Tony's far side. "Owwww!" cried the girl, her breath coming ragged and fast. Ashley and Katy both were unable to prevent their own bottomcheeks from spasming in response to the sight of Andrea's bottom being marked by another pink stripe, bordered in a thin deeper red caused by the edges of the belt biting into her tender flesh. Chaunce reported the tremors and clenching he'd felt in Ashley's backside, as his hands seemed to try to soothe the frightened girl's rear by caressing her bare, plump cheek under her panties. "Katy's backside also exhibited jumpiness," reported Ralph, his fingers spreading over Katy's soft cheeks while his thumbs idly pulled the skin between her legs apart, causing Katy to feel her vagina gape and the tight fabric of her stretched panties settle deeper into her crack, baring the rear of her pouty vaginal lips. "Three, please, Tony!" The boy, excited by the sight of the reddening bottom before him, and the pressure of the girl's soft bare thigh against his erection, belted the poor girl harder, laying the belt straight across the crown of her prominent cheeks and watching the leather bite deep into the tender cheeks. Andrea yelped and screamed, and her leg kicked back involuntarily, as her bottom writhed to one side. By now, all three girls were crying, Andrea's sobs louder and more wracked than the other two girl's sympathetic soft whimpers. "As you can see, Gentlemen, our subject is becoming very emotional during her punishment. I have found this to be a stage a young lady goes through before she achieves the correct docile and servile acceptance of her due correction. Let me enlighten you with a little technique, sirs. Jack, as you are not usefully employed at the moment, please come around here and place yourself before Andrea's bowed head. Yes, if you like you can rest her head against the front of your trousers there. In fact, Andrea, turn you head and place one cheek against the desk, so that the other may nestle into Jack's front. Jack felt light-headed and giddy as he pushed his swollen erection against the whimpering Andrea's cheek. "I have found," lectured Marquist as he idly moved towards the girl's raised rear, that a combination of fully lowering a girl's underpants..." At this, he grasped Andrea's panties and drew them slowly down and off her stripe-crossed backside and down her smooth thighs, tucking them down at the rear of her knees. "...the full baring of the bottom, so to speak, combined with a firm, supportive grip on a girl's bare breasts..." He indicated to Jack, who instantly thrust both hands palm up under the bent girl, pushed into both cups of her brassiere and palmed the heavy swollen orbs there. He gripped Andrea's big soft breasts firmly, and squeezed them rhythmically. "Seems to quiet them down. A girl seems to accept when well stripped and gripped, shall we say, her role as a recipient of punishment." A nod to Tony. The old disciplinarian seemed to be correct, as the next smack of the strap across her now totally naked, outthrust backside, seemed to elicit less of a violent reaction from Andrea. Something in the abject humiliation of having her panties pulled down in front of all the boys, and the firm hold on her breasts, Jack's fingers firmly squeezing her springy nipples, held her firmly still and suffused the sharp pain from the strap on her bottom turning it into a dull, hot, ache all over her rear. It was a far more docile girl who received the remainder her of her strapping with only restrained whimpers and moans, and only slight shifting and clenching of her resigned buttocks. She felt pinned down by the starry stinging in her nipples and her firmly gripped breasts, and her bottom felt captive, hot, and electric with stinging energy. Ralph and Chaunce found no diminution however in the reactions of the bottoms they held. Ashley and Katy's rears pulsed and contracted, squirmed and shifted, and their whimpers only increased as Tony meted out the remainder of Andrea's punishment. After the ten strappings were complete, Marquist motioned Jack to release Andrea's breasts, and Tony to step away. "Stand, girl!" he ordered, "We now find ourselves back where we were before your punishment was necessitated. Except now, your panties, young Andrea, are pulled down and your bottom is acceptably red and smacked. In fact, if you turn again, we can let the boys see what we were discussing just a moment ago, your genitals." Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 09 Pt. 2 The boys gazed lustfully at Andrea's exposed pussy, her bush trimmed to a delicate dusting of downy light blonde hair in a triangle aboved her slit. Both other boys reluctantly withdrew their hands from the other two girl's bottoms and all the boys went back to their desks behind the girls'. The ladies obeyed Marquists' signal and remained standing next to their desks. "And we were saying, Andrea, that we know you are fertile because..." The girl knew what the old lecher wanted her to say, and whispered hoarsely, "because I bleed from my vagina every month." "Very good Andrea. I think you shan't be needing your panties for the rest of the class, so please push them down and hand them to young Tony. In fact, please tell him they are a present for him, and thank him properly for educating you. I even think a kiss on the lips would be a proper thank you." Andrea turned towards the boy who had just caused her backside so much explosive pain. "The snot-nosed kid," she thought, "is grinning like a Cheshire cat! And I can do nothing to rebel." She reached down and pushed her panties off her ankles, stepping out of them. She then held them out towards Tony, and in a forced voice, said, "Thank you for taking the trouble of educating me, by, by, strapping my bottom." The boy didn't move so she stepped forward on her high heels, and leaned out to the unappealing boy and brought her lips to his. He took the slip of pale yellow underwear from her and pushed the bunched up panties into his back pocket. He then placed his hands on her naked sides, and tipped her towards him so she fell leaning the length of her body against his. His tongue forced itself between her lips and filled her mouth, seeking her tongue and pumping back and forth wetly. The boy took his time, thoroughly exploring the oral cavity of the helpless girl, while enjoying the feeling of her soft, feminine body pushed against his torso. His hips pushed hard into her soft naked lower belly, her lightly furred vulva separated from his erection only by the material of his trousers. One hand found her lower back and pulled the reluctant girl harder against himself, while his other hand cupped one of Andrea's hot tender ass cheeks. His hard gaze focused on the distressed, delicate featured face grimacing before him, Andrea's green eyes glazed with her recent tears of pain and humiliation. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to shut out the image of the boy who was so obviously enjoying her bottomless body. She felt the tears pooling in her eyes, at being forced to kiss the boy who had just spanked her so mercilessly and now having to endure his hand petting her still-stinging bare bottom. She felt his hand pet her full rump, then squeeze a handful of her backside's cheek firmly, and jostle it back and forth feeling her ass move obedient to his pull. Marquist gave the boy ample time to enjoy the girl, then entoned, "Now settle down, ladies and gentlemen. Now that our young Andrea has been disciplined appropriately, let's return to our lessons. Andrea, please stand by the blackboard, hands on your head." Andrea shuffled forward, shamefully aware of the state of exposure of her lower body. At least, she told herself, she was still wearing a bra. As she walked up to the front of the class next to the blackboard and followed the professor's hand gesture to turn towards the class, the boys relished the sight of her full buttocks swaying to her steps, each rosy spank-crested cheek tensing and bunching then stretching out with each step. Andrea's rounded hips also swayed slightly as she walked, lending her naked bottom an alluring additional sideways sway. Marquist gestured. She raised her hands behind her head. The humiliation of being made to stand before the class and display herself bottomless to the boys stung her. She bowed her shoulders forward, attempting to diminish the exaggerated thrust of her breasts put on display by having her hands behind her head. Instead, this only served to give her high, taut breasts an appearance of hanging before her, deepening the valley between them and heightening heaviness of her tits as the soft yellow cups pulled slightly away from her mounds. The young men delighted in the view, taking in her proffered breasts, and staring with open lust at the neat trim blonde V of pubic hair on her slightly prominent mound, and the soft pink pussy lips clearly displayed below her dainty bush. She blushed furiously. Marquist began idly discoursing on the succession of the British crown family, a topic on which he could talk for hours without paying any real attention. Instead, his mental energy turned to conceiving how best to get the other two young ladies in his charge in "trouble," so he and the boys could humiliate and punish each of them in their turn. Glancing up at the blonde submissively displayed in front of the room, Marquist recalled how exquisite had been his time alone with her some days prior. As with each of the girls, he had had occasion to introduce them to his educational techniques and to sample the charms their guardians had diligently been preparing for the last months. While abstractedly continuing his lecture, Marquist was distracted by his recollections of the sunlit room in which he'd made the girl denude herself, how he had made her drape her womanly body over his knees and undergo a thorough manual exploration of her backside and genitalia. Chastising the girl for causing him to become aroused, Andrea had been made to remove his trousers and underwear, then drape herself back over his lap, his naked member now pushed against her mons and belly. He recalled how her full bottom jiggled and compressed as he spanked her rapidly and how he had made her repeated rise and lick the juices her wriggling was eliciting from him from his penis, her belly slick with his pre-cum. then reposition herself over his lap for another round of spanking. That session had ended with the girl obediently suckling his penis, then swallowing the copious load of sperm the old lecher had caused her to build up in him over the course of the hour-long spanking session. Marquist decided that an interlude was in order, for him, during which he would let the boys natural behavior further his aims with the two other girls. "Please take out your workbooks ladies. I want you Ashley and Katy to write a two-page essay on what you have learned from you schoolmate's punishment and how you intend to deport yourselves as proper young ladies. The boys will make sure that you pay undivided attention to your task. You may consult them for ideas. In fact, they will be grading your essays later!" Katy and Ashley both glanced horrified at one another. They had no idea what to say about the horrible experience of watching their companion being thrashed and manhandled by a boy her junior! And the boys would be the judges of their efforts! At least, though Ashley, while they were writing they wouldn't be being punished. Marquist turned to the blonde at the front of the room, "You, young Andrea, we shall go into my study for a moment where you may make amends for your ill behavior in ways appropriate for a nubile and may I say charmingly bottomless young lady." Andrea obeyed the old teacher's signal and followed him towards his study, where she'd only a bit ago been taken to received a spanking. Marquist held open the door for her as she entered the paneled room, and this time he closed it behind her, obviously not intending for the boys to overhear whatever was to occur. ++++ Inside the secured, closed room, the girl turned nervously to the stern and displeased teacher. "Young lady, once again your parading that trim little pussy for all of us in front of the class like that, has had the obvious effect of inflaming me. Clearly, your misbehavior is calculated to cause male distress. What have you to say for yourself?" Andrea, whimpered, "No, sir, I didn't want to be undressed in front of you! It's not fair!" She stopped. She knew her entreaties were falling on deaf ears, that the old man was enjoying her pleading. Helpless tears moistened her big eyes. "Petulance, young lady, will only result in your being further punished, and if the strapmarks across your charming little bottom are an indication, I would guess that you would prefer to avoid further attention to your posterior. But, if I am mistaken, and you would like a further paddling?" He raised and inquiring eyebrow and stared down the meek girl. She cast her eyes downward and shook her white-blonde mane of hair. "No, please sir, my bottom hurts so already." Marquist watched the girl's midriff squirm. "And what do you propose instead to make amends for arousing your teacher in such a unladylike fashion?" The girl stood, mute with embarrassment. She knew what the old lecher wanted, and the memory of her kneeling before him a few days earlier as he emptied his semen into her mouth made her gag. "We both know what is required, young lady," he explained wearily. "If you are a worthless scholar, at least your talent for cocksucking can be put to good use. Girl, remove your bra, I require you to be naked as you service me." Andrea shuddered. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra and let it fall from her heavy breasts. The round white orbs spilled into view, her wide pink areola and pencil eraser nipples pointing slightly upwards and outward, crowned high on her plump breasts. She handed her sole remaining garment to the lecherous disciplinarion as he held out his hand for it, Marquist, his gaze never leaving the naked buxom beauty in front of him, leaned back against his desk, "Kneel in front of me, Andrea!" he ordered. The frightened naked girl knew she would be required to perform the service her guardian had been teaching her of late. She knelt uncomfortably before the old man. Her stocking clad knees ached on the hard wooden floor. "Take my penis out. You will service me with you mouth—unhurried, slow, you must make me relish the entire process before you will be allowed to swallow my sperm." Andrea knelt before the old man, and undid his belt, then opened the button at his waist. As she'd been instructed, she performed each action slowly and carefully, obediently giving the old man time relish the attention of the beautiful, naked, girl tending to his member. She ran down his zipper, then opened his fly. "Pull my pants down!" Marquist ordered. Andrea tugged the pants to his thighs, then lower, and Marquist stepped out of them and leisurely, he had all the time in the world, folded them and put them on his desk Andrea's angelic face was level with the old man's black underwear. He pushed the front of his shorts down, releasing his semi-erect penis and his scrotum. She observed the long, dark penis. It was full and heavy, but as yet unstanding. Her task, she knew was now to bring it to full erection, pleasure it and then submissively make it spasm into her mouth and swallow. She recollected how her guardian had repeated that injunction time and again, during her "training." She blinked trying to eradicated the memories of thick spurting eruptions draining into her mouth, as she was ordered "Swallow!" Her early balking refusals, resulting in jets of thick sperm coating her cheeks and clogging her hair, stinging her eye, had only resulted in her guardian waiting until his spasms had ended, then grabbing her blonde mane and hauling her to her feet, where she twisted as he thrashed her indiscriminately with a broad leather belt, cruelly intoning, "You will learn to swallow every drop young lady!" As she twisted in his grip, he wielded the leather belt to slap her across her belly and breasts, and bottom until her entire body stung redly. She had learned. Obediently swallowing the bitter sperm was preferable to the times her guardian refused to let her engulf his spurting member with her mouth, choosing instead to "decorate her face," letting spurt after spurt land on her cheeks, nose, and mouth. Her eyes obediently looked into her despoiler's face while the girl tryed desperately to avoid a gobbet from reaching her eye, where it would sting fiercely. Marquist knew the submissive, naked, girl before had been well trained. For now, he sought a short relief from his arousal, so as to more coldly attend to the other two girls in the schoolroom. ++++ Ralph, Chauce, and Tony sat back at their desks indolently. Just before them, the two girls looked down at mostly blank sheets of paper before them. Keenly aware of the predatory young men watching them, they concentrated on the essays they were supposed to be writing, in the vain hope that they'd be left undisturbed to write them! That is, they both thought, if they had anything to say about the subject they'd been given. What could they write about their schoolmate's harsh punishment that would save them from similar treatment? They both knew, in fact, that they too would soon be punished, but hoped if they produced something to their teacher's liking they might be spared the worst of it. Katy was unable to avoid a rebellious tone in her writing, decrying the unfairness of Andrea's treatment, how it had been the boys' fault. Both girls listened attentively for sounds emanating from the office into which Andrea had been taken. Katy, as she wrote, was initially relieved that no plosive spanking sounds emanated from the office. Quickly, though, she realized that if her sister student was not being punished, it was likely that she was the object of some other, more silent but perhaps even more dreadful activity. She glanced up quickly at the closed door behind which she imagined the old professor taking sexual liberties with the helpless blonde. Ashley, concentrated, instinctively taking on a conciliatory tone in her own essay. "A small amount of punishment," she wrote, "is helpful when a girl is willful. But only a token amount is needed to make a girl obedient." She tried to make a case for light chastisement being sufficient, hoping this would weigh in when her own turn to be punished came, as it undoubtedly would. After a few minutes of watching the girls write, the bored young men started whispering amongst themselves. Ashley and Katy paid attention nervously, but were unable to make out what they were saying. Ralph, the oldest and more authoritarian of the boys, stood and walked up to the girls' desks. He leaned over towards them and said, "Please stand up ladies!" Ashley, accustomed to obeying her cousin at home, put down her pen and stood up, clasping her hands meekly before her. Katy, tears in her eyes, refused to move. Chauce walked over to the seated girl and enlaced his fingers in her long auburn hair. "You were instructed to stand up, disobedient little girl!" he chided. Pulling up on the rich mane in his hand, he forced the reluctant girl to stand up. "Disobedience means you lose an item of clothing!" he proclaimed, "Would you like to take off your panties or your shirt for us now?" Katy struggled, and Tony came up behind her and grasped her wrists in his hands. He pulled them behind her and held the light girl easily. "No answer?" mocked Chauce, "I suppose that means you'd like us take down your panties, doesn't it. I suppose some girl's like showing off their bare bottoms and pussies; you're one of those exhibitionists aren't you? Very well! Let's have those panties down shall we and see what your cunt looks like?" Katy struggled uselessly, and protested, "No. Wait! Don't take my panties off. I'll take my shirt off!" "I don't think you can be trusted," mocked Chauce, "we'll just help you, and as you have been difficult about it, I think it'll be shirt and bra off for you. A bare boob display should help to tame your spirit!" "Lick, little one!" Marquist commanded. Andrea brought her tongue against the old man's flaccid penis. She felt its soft skin against her lips. The old man's organ was sizeable, though not rigid, and Andrea actually enjoyed the soft texture, She let her tongue dart out and ran it over the shaft, licking softly up to the head of his uncircumcised cock. She had been taught by her guardian that the skin of the foreskin was sensitive and should be paid attention to lavishly. Her lips opened and slowly drew the stiffening organ into her warm mouth, where she let her tongue lap back and forth over the head. Marquist ordered, "Pull the skin back, Andrea, baring the glans. Use the tip of your tongue to lick the underside of the head where it is most sensitive. Ah, yes, that's a good cock-sucker." Marquist looked down at his organ nestled beautifully in the girl's mouth. Her full breasts bobbed as she worked her mouth on his organ. Marquist reached down and grasped the girl's breast, his fingers pinched the budding nipple and he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. Andrea closed her eyes in shame at having to perform oral sex on the old man. She knew she had no choice though lest her punishments become unbearably worse. The sting in her recently spanked backside still served as a strong reminder of what was in store for her if she rebelled. She concentrated her efforts, feeling Marquist's member stiffen. He murmured to her, "That's it young lady, suck nicely and I shall give you your drink..." Marquist felt his relief coming on him and ordered, "Open wide, I want to see my sperm drain into your mouth...Ah, yes, that's it....yes, pump my penis while cum fills your mouth!" Andrea felt the teacher's member spasm strongly and opened her mouth wide. As she had been taught, her tongue continued to lave the pulsing glans, and she felt the man's sticky emission flood her mouth with it's slightly bitter taste and thick, glutinous texture. Obediently, knowing what was expected of her, she swallowed the old man's cum. It took her several swallows before the man's surprisingly copious emissions subsided. Andrea's mouth felt sticky and her teeth felt coated by sperm. Marquist sighed satisfiedly. He motioned the girl to stand and face away from him at the wall, her bare bottom towards him, while he collected himself and buttoned up. "Right," he thought, "that will have given our young rascals out there time to get the other two young ladies into trouble!" After the girl finished cleaning his member with her tongue, a duty she'd evidently been schooled in at home, he tucked himself back in his pants and stood up. "Arrange yourself properly, young lady! I don't imagine you want to have it quite so obvious to your male classmates that you've just been sucking and swallowing, do you? They'd clearly feel left out, and then you'd have to make amends, wouldn't you?" Andrea slowly, rose to her feet from the kneeling position she occupied. She wiped her forearms across her sticky mouth, and rearranged the cups of her bra to reposition her breasts, and cover her recently manhandled nipples. Of course, she could not do anything to hide herself, as all she wore was her brassiere. Her head reeled with shame and she swallowed nervously, the mushroomy taste of sperm in her mouth reminding her of her ordeal. Marquist grasped the girl by the upper arm, and guiding her ahead of him, walked her to door of his office and back out to the classroom. As they re-entered the classroom, Marquist observed what had transpired in his brief absence. Ashley had clearly been spared much of an ordeal, and stood by her desk, docile, still dressed in her schoolgirl white shirt and white lacy panties, white stockings and high-heeled white shoes. Katy had not fared as well, though. She was naked above the waist, having only retained her satin ruffled black panties and black translucent stay-up stockings held up by a frothy black garter belt, which Marquist observed to himself was a nice touch her guardian would have imposed on the girl as she dressed that morning. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 09 Ashley stood rooted with fear next to the low side table where she'd placed the towels and water. The man stood, imposingly tall despite his age, and walked over to her. She looked down fearfully, then felt his hand reach out and grasp the back of her neck under her hair. She was pushed forward then Marquist turned his hand and gathered the man of chestnut hair in his fist and pulled her forward by it. Walking towards the ottoman, Marquist pulled the girl along by her hair. "Take off your shoes," he commanded. Ashley, partly suspended by the hand in holding her hair crooked one leg then the other up and pushed the red Converses off her heels and on to the floor. "Pick them up and put them on the sidetable!" ordered Marquist, leaving her slack in his grip so she could bend with a sideways twist to pick up the shoes and put them on the table. As the tall man held the girl's chestnut mane securely in his palm, he sternly delivered a practiced lecture, which made the terrified girl, already aghast at being grabbed and secured with such lack of deference, quake. "Ashley, it is clear to me from your demeanor and your very own report of your studies," lectured the Professor, "that you have not been taught the mental discipline and sacrifice required to apply yourself diligently to becoming a well rounded young lady!" "Edward and I share, as he mentioned to you, the philosophy that this sort of lackadaisical attitude must be nipped in the bud, and I for one am a strong proponent of the effectiveness of humiliation in retraining wayward young ladies. "Let me ask you, Ashley, what would you say is the best source of humiliation for a young teen-aged woman, like yourself, on the cusp of womanhood and its responsibilities, but still self-indulgent like a child? Ashley, whimpered, her wide, doe-eyes looking frightened at the man holding her. Marquist smiled cruelly at her, and went on lecturing. "You are silent on this matter are you, little one? Well, I shall enlighten you! A girl like you, just growing into and getting to know her own budding womanhood, believing she alone is the master of her newly found femininity? Why, it's simple. The subjugation and usurpation of her body by her teacher, the realization that her body belongs not to herself but to those men older than her to who she owes respect and obedience, that is the most effective way of instilling shame in a nubile girl like you. "And that, young lady, is exactly what I intend to do to you in the uninterrupted hours ahead of us. You will find, Ashley, that I will come to know and command your womanly charms more comprehensively than you do yourself! "Now, kneel on the ottoman young lady, for I'm ready to examine your ripe but still green womanliness." Ashley, trembling, felt herself pushed towards the low ottoman. Following his certain lead, like a horse with no choice as to what motions to enact under the guidance of a confident rider, she leaned onto the low cushioned pedestal, positioning one knee on it, then the other. Releasing her hair after she'd climbed up, Marquist stepped back to have a better overall view of the girl. He walked around her, his gaze travelling up her long, bare legs. "You may have come to believe, Ashley, that your delightful figure gives you a certain power over men who are obviously drawn to it. You will find, though, that the very attributes you are so proud of, your slim, long legs, your ripe full bust, the womanly swell of your bottom and your lovely face, all these are merely more reason for your educators to take their own delight in having their way with you. "Now, grasp the hem of your little dress, young lady, and pull it up all the way above your waist. Let's get a look of the underwear you'll soon be removing, shall we?" Ashley, hesitated, frozen in place with fear. She looked up quickly as she saw Marquist stride over to the desk. He picked up one of her Converses and quickly moved to her side. He turned the sneaker so that the toe was held firmly in his grip, the sole of the shoe pointed outwards." "You will find that lack of total and immediate obedience will not be tolerated, young lady!" Grasping her by her hair again, Marquist pushed Ashley's head down, making her bend forward at the waist and causing her bottom to thrust backward and the dress to ride up to the very top of her legs. Ashley's trainer, firmly in her tormentor's rose in a long arc to the height of his shoulder, and Marquist expertly brought the springy rubber sole down hard on the bare flesh at the very top rear of her thighs. As Ashley shrieked and squirmed vainly in the man's grip, he calmly spoke to the girl, while raising the shoe again. "Your disobedience, Ashley, is of no consequence to me, as I am more than happy to provide your naughty, naked thighs some motivation. The shoe slapped stingingly into her other leg, and Ashley again cried out and rocked her body forward, shuffling the smacked thigh forward, only to receive another smack on the other leg. Marquist continued alternating between her thighs as the distressed girl whimpered and shuffled ineffectively. "You will, ... SMACK, ... be raising your skirt, SMACK, for me in a moment, girl! Only due to your hesitation the backs of your thighs will have a very, SMACK, red, SMACK, likeness of the bottom of your shoe to decorate them." Marquist observed how the distressed girl's full posterior bounced around, her filmy skirt swishing up and down wildly as her creamy, soft thighs became suffused first with a pale pinkness, then as he continued the rhythmic slap of rubber against girl-flesh, impervious to Ashley's piteous cries and whimpers, deepening to a corona of suffused redness surrounding, on each leg, a deep red mark in the shape of Ashley's own footwear. Marquist had to force himself to stop, reminding himself that he must pace things, and that he would have plenty of occasion to continue punishing his delightful plaything shortly. "And now, girl!" he barked, releasing his hold of her, "You will raise your skirt above your waist, as ordered!" Ashley quickly grasped the lower hem of the flimsy blue dress and pulled it up, baring herself from just below her belly button. She held the hem up just below her shoulders, obeying as well as she could. From behind, Marquist leisurely examined the body the docile girl was just starting to show him. Her long back was bare from the midriff down, tapering to a narrow waist, then quickly flaring at her girlish hips which were only half covered by a pair of ruffle-edged, white lace panties with an ornamental sprinkling of printed green flowers. Under the thin panties' lower hem, Marquist delighted to note Ashley's prominent, full pale bottom cheeks, the skin goose dimpling in embarrassment, taut and firmly rounded. Her legs were shapely and well rounded, each thigh graced with the angry pink bloom of her punishment. As Ashley leaned on her knees on the ottoman, she tried to keep her legs closely pressed together, causing the full cheeks of her buttocks to clench visibly under the thin lace of her panties. Marquist walked around the girl, unapologetically staring at the nubile your body on display for him. Under the dress Ashley obediently held up to her midriff, her gently swelling belly curved sleekly into her dainty panties. Marquist came around to her front, and Ashley watched the older man stare at the swell of her pubis under the lace. Casually, he brought one hand up to smooth and pet the dark mane of Ashley's hair. Ashley gasped as she felt his other hand cup the lower curve of her breast, hefting the full globe and giving it a series of pulsing squeezes. Bending down before the girl he ordered, "Arch your back Ashley! Thrust out your bosom for me." Ashley quickly did as she was told, and Marquist's hand shifted its grip on her heavy breast, fingers splaying over its surface and grasping and sinking into her soft orb. His other hand traced the curve of her bare lower belly, making its way over her trembling soft skin, tracing down then playing with the elastic band of the top of her panties. Ashley held her breath, as she waited fearfully. Would he slip his fingers inside her panties, oh god, she would die! Marquists fingers continued their trajectory however, over the edge of her panties, and his fingertips travelled down the lace front of her pudendum. Marquist reveled in the feel of his ripe plaything's heavy tit. The swelling heaviness was soft and pliant, under a thin cotton covering and a nicely textured lace underwire bra. His other hand stroked the girl's swelling mons and Marquist could feel the cushion of her pubic hair, and where it stopped and yielded to a soft, swelling bifurcation. The girl whimpered. Marquist's fingers traced the swell of Ashley's nether lips possessively. "As you can tell, Ashley," intoned the man as he squeezed the girl's captive breast and toyed with her crotch, "these lovely and delicate garments you are wearing, will only provide a brief dalliance. Make no mistake, you little tart, that I intend to handle your big boobs, and your ripe cunt thoroughly, first over these decorative niceties, and then entirely, naked, not a shred of clothing on you!" Ashley closed her eyes in mortification. She felt the old man's slow, unhurried, groping. Damn him! He knew he had all the time in the world. Her right breast felt warm and full, as the professor's hand squeezed and hefted it as if her boob were a fruit he was considering buying at the market. Worse than that was what he was doing at her pussy! She squirmed as she felt his fingers trace back and forth over each sensitive labium, which she felt involuntarily growing slicker. She knew he could feel the dampness coming from her. She blushed, and a little whimper escaped her lips. "Ashley, raise your arms above your head. It is time to take your dress off, so I can see you in you panties and bra!" She did as she was ordered, the dress falling down over her middle, his hand still under it. Grasping the hem of her dress, Marquist swiftly pulled it off her roughly. "Put your hands behind your head. Display yourself properly!" chided the professor. Ashley raised her hands and clasped them behind her head. Marquist's palm smacked casually across her pantied bottom, his hand amply covering both of her bottom cheeks. "Thrust, filly!" He commanded. Ashley curved her spine as he pulled her shoulders back, causing her to push out her bottom and her breasts. "Open your legs a bit, titmouse!" Ashley gasped at the use of the humiliating term. Her Uncle must have told Marquist about this! She was so embarrassed that the two men had conferred, Edward telling the older disciplinarian how her body reacted when her breasts were stimulated. "Oh, yes, titmouse," smiled Marquist as he placed both hands over her breasts, feeling the lacy brassiere covering the plentiful swelling breasts, as they heaved to Ashley's distressed breathing. "Edward has been kind enough to share some notes about you with me, so as to most propitiously advance your education." Moving to one side of her, while keeping one hand on her breast, Marquist's fingers traced across the pendulous globe, quickly finding the hard protrusions of Ashley's nipple. His fingers traced the circumference of her lace-covered areola, then flicked across the bud of her nipple. Ashley felt her nipple rise shamefully, as if asking for more torment, which Marquist was happy to oblige her with. His thumb and first finger closed softly on her stiffening nub, then pinched it harder. She felt her nipple being squeezed, then pulled, and felt her nipple engorge and stiffen further under the teasing. Sparks of heat and stinging radiated from her tit-tips, and shot down her stomach. She felt the sensation root between her legs. "Your tits, Ashley," commented the old man as his hands roved freely over Ashley's lace covered globes, "are exemplary. Just what one likes to see in a slim young woman like yourself, nice and fat, round and upstanding." Ashley blushed as the lecherous old man felt her up through the delicate lace of her bra, once again finding her large, springy nipples. He pinched the tender buds eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the captive girl. "One does like a girl with thick, big nipples like yours, young lady. So much easier to grip and tug on than some girls meager tit tips, but not you, eh Ashley?" Both fingers gripped Ashley's nipples through her bra and Marquist pulled and tweaked the morsels painfully, watching Ashley's shoulders and hips writhe. He rubbed the captive nubbins feeling the scratchy black lace abrade the girls' sensitive flesh. Marquist delighted in observing the deep décolletage of his young victim, and smiled inwardly at his luck. "Stacked and submissive" he thought to himself. Rarely had he had the occasion to handle tits as full and big as Ashley's, save for on occasion some chubby pupil with fat hanging dugs. This girl however, was first rate and he delighted in imagining what she would look like once he'd stripped her completely. Marquists' hand dropped behind the girl and came to rest proprietarily cupping her pantied bottom. He squeezed her full cheek. Ashley realized her bottom was churning under the stimulation to her nipple, but couldn't help it, her bottom shifted and swayed, her hips gyrating, the pulses of sensation from her tormented nipple shooting through her, forcing her to squirm and push her bottom into the old lecher's groping hand. Marquist laughed, and casually swatted the bottom cheek he was holding, then went back to caressing her posterior globe. The girl's delightful, full buttocks, pushed into his palm involuntarily. "Your nipples, just as reported, titmouse, are nice and sensitive, aren't they. And when I pinch them like this," he said, giving her captive nipple a strong squeeze, "your naughty bottom..." Another SMACK across her ass cheek. "Can't help but get involved in the rhythm, can it?" As Ashley moaned and whimpered, the old man took his pleasure tweaking her nipple, pulling and squeezing it through the pale green lace of her bra cup, as his other hand caressed the curves of her plump bottom cheek. Marquist observed the squirming girl with delight. As she trembled on her knees before him, hands behind her head, her spectacular, fat, youthfully upstanding, breast jiggled in the strong grip he held her nipple in. Her bottom cheeks danced deliciously under their boy-cut lacy, translucent panties. "For our next game, titmouse, I need you to put your hands down on the ottoman as well. That's right, on all fours. Spread those legs a bit wider, we'll have no false modesty, as you'll be showing me your cunt very soon. Do you understand, Ashley, that you will be made to show your naked pussy to me? I shall examine your coral lips and your vagina, and I certainly hope you've done a proper job of depilating yourself. Bald cunnies are so much more appealing. Do you understand?" "Oh, yes, sir" Ashley responded reluctantly. She watched Marquist go to the desk and fetch the basin of water and the handtowel Ashley had prepared. He placed the basin on the ottoman, between her hands and knees. As she posed on hands and knees there, her breasts hanging down, Marquist pushed the small of her back down causing her to curve and thrust her backside out. She watched him dip the handtowel in the basin and draw the dripping cloth out. He draped the soaking handtowel over her outthrust bottom, and Ashley felt rivulets stream between her bottom cheeks and between her legs, and down the rear of her thighs. "Not only does this wetting down of your bottom render your panties transparent," mused Marquist, "delightfully revealing your full rounded bottom, but also it will lend a crisp sting and a most satisfying sound to the spanking your are about to receive, Ashley! I feel it is important that a young lady feel the full effects of her bottom spanking with a minimum of discomfort to her educator. I'm sure you agree. And the transparency of your little panties will help me to even out the redness on your bottom as it gets smacked. We don't want your rear to be splotchy and unsightly, now do we? No, we want a nice even coverage of spanks bringing a uniform rosy glow to those naughty female cheeks. "But before you are thoroughly spanked, a few adjustments are required to your dress. A girl must be properly stripped for a spanking, do you not agree?" Marquist returned the towel to the basin. His hand came up, and Ashley felt him undo the catch of her bra. She shuddered as she felt the delicate last covering her breasts had being pulled away, and the bra pooled limply around her wrists. Marquist took up the wet towel and applied it to the side of one of the helpless girl's plump hanging breasts. He used it to thoroughly soak Ashley's pendulous breast, rubbing the toweling roughly over her now naked globe, first scrubbing the towling against the side of her pendulous boob, then arcing over its lower curve, finally using it on the downpointing, fright-tensed nipples. Ashley felt the moist but rough towel scrub her tender, sensitive tit tips, the nipple hardening and lengthening as the towel scraped her. She felt the stimulation shoot from her nipples through her stomach and spark in her groin. Her eyes closed in humiliation, and she quickly tried to still the churning motion starting in her damp bottom. Marquist observed the effect on the poor girl, noting how the stimulation of her nipples caused her bottom to involuntarily dance about. He smiled to himself and, rewetting the towel, applied it to the girl's other bare breast, subjecting that nipple as well to a thorough scrubbing and watching it redden, tense and puff up, the central nub hardening and lengthening. "Your bare breasts are quite a fetching handful, titmouse," mused Marquist. I would say it is time for me to get well acquainted with your boobs. The old man put down the towel and fixed his gaze on the poor girl before him. Obediently arched on all fours, her breasts hung down--ready, he thought to himself with amusement, to be milked like a helpless girl-calf. With this image amusedly in mind, Marquist reached under the girl to grasp one heavy breast in each hand. His fingers encircled the base of Ashley's hanging boobs and slowly but firmly squeezed and coursed down her globe from base to tip. His palms cupped the lowest curve of her breasts, the nipples hard against his palms, then his fingertips traced the bottom of her breasts until coming to her tensed nipples. They closed firmly on the twin buds and Marquist tugged strongly on Ashley's nipples, watching her full breasts stretch and lengthen. The springy nipples elongated marvelously, flattening and stretching to twice their normal length. The girl moaned, and a shudder ran through her hips and caused her bottom cheeks to tremble. Tugging on Ashley's nipples, Marquist lectured the girl, "Willful young women such as yourself, Ashley, need to be reminded of their place! You see, it is easy for an attractive girl like you to get attention from boys and come to believe that you have the upper hand, doling out access to your pretty little body as you see fit." Again, Marquist's hands grasped the base of Ashley's exposed boobs and repeated their travel down to her nipples which he pinched viciously. The girl winced and whimpered as she felt her stretched out tit-tips imprisoned and pulled. Her bottom clenched and released with the tension. She knew her bottom was dancing back and forth, but the pressure and tension between her legs was unbearable. A tear came to her eye. That was why her Uncle had nicknamed her "titmouse" she knew. Her nipples were her most erogenous zone and she couldn't control her reaction when they were stimulated! The pain in her boobs was intense, but it immediately caused her cunny lips to get wet and slick. She could feel the dampness and the moist sliding feeling between her legs as her hips churned and her lips rubbed against each other. Swat on a Hot Teen Youth Ch. 09 Marquist continued. "It's very important, titmouse, that we teach you proper subservience and dispel these notions of grandeur. As you can feel, you are just an obedient little cow whose swollen udders are ripe for milking. These creamy, white, full tits need a good working over, your nipples need thorough pinching," Ashley exhaled and moaned as Marquist compressed her springy nipples in his fingers and a jolt shot through her breasts and settled between her legs. "... and tugging," continued Marquist. The man observed Ashley's soft bottom quiver. He smiled as he tugged repeatedly on the girl's nipples and observed the tremors in her soft ass cheeks, revealed through the wet transparent cream colored panties. He released one breast tip while continuing to pinch and pull the other. He raised his arm to shoulder level and flattened his palm tensing it. Timing the stroke so it coincided with a strong pinch to Ashley's imprisoned nipple, he brought his palm down on the center of one soft ass cheek. The smack resounded noisily through the room as Ashley's bottom cheek flattened under the impact. He watched the ripples travel through her soft, wide, feminine bottom, as if in slow motion. Beneath the delicate material of her panties, a pale pink splotch formed on her white ass cheek. Marquist grabbed her other breast roughly, palming the delicate globe. "We can't ignore this warm puppy tit, now can we little girl?" He groped and squeezed that bare breast, then his fingers found that nipple. Slowly and cruelly, he increased the tightness of his grip on Ashley's nipple, squeezing and crushing it, then slowly pulling it down, away from her body. Ashley arched her chest down further to ease the pain of having her boob stretched out, which caused her bottom to thrust out further. Marquists' arm went up again and his palm fell, delivering another strong smack to Ashley's alternate bottom cheek. She felt the strong stinging in the center of each of her tender bottom cheeks, then felt the old man's palm cup her bottom and squeeze and pat her helpless cheeks. "You see, young lady, how very necessary it is for a girl like you to have her breasts milked! Clearly your little backside needs a bit more attention, as evidenced by how it is trying to draw notice to itself by dancing around. Those first few smacks are just a little warm up for the good long over the knee spanking you are to receive, little one. I should say it is time to bare your bottom in preparation for giving it some nice deep color!" Ashley felt one of the man's hands grasp one breast possessively. His other hand hooked into the waistband of her panties. Ashley gasped as she realized that the old man was about to pull her panties down! "There is nothing to remind a young lady of her proper position," lectured the old scholar, "than the realization that the last vetiges of her modesty are to be taken from her. Yes, even these damp transparent underthings you are wearing Ashley, may give you the illusion that access to your ripe young body is still yours to control. Nothing like pulling down a girls panties and baring her bottom, as if she were a naughty child, to drive home to her the reality of her predicament. Yes, Ashley, as I pull down your panties your delightful pink bottom will be totally at my mercy. Such delicate skin and soft rounded cheeks you have little titmouse. " Marquist slowly pulled the girl's panties down off her curved, defenseless bottom, pushing them down until they were stretched between the middle of her upper thighs. She mewled in shame at being made to display her bottom and also, she knew, her delicate pussy lips. "Much better, don't you think little one? No more pesky slip of panties to come between your bottom and my hand?" Marquist plumped Ashley's spectacular, heavy, breast delightedly, The poor girl helpless before him was in a paroxysm of submission, attempting to avoid punishment! How marvelous. What delightful breasts she had, and how well matched they were to her full posterior! And between the well formed rounds of her bottom, her clean, pink, hairless slit was his to examine at will. Pouting and puffy, the rear of her labia gaped slightly to display the opening of her vagina. In the front, the clean line of her pussy lips led to the slightly protruding morsel of flesh hiding Ashley's clit. It had been awhile since he'd had the opportunity to practice his will on such a delightful specimen of docile femininity. She was small boned and slight in the arms and shoulders, but her breasts, and her buttocks had a lovely full round pertness. He milked the girl's damp, hanging udder, pulling her teat down roughly. Under his hand, the girl's rump shifted, her body twisting away from the pain in her nipple. Ashley's pale rounded hemispheres tensed as her nipple was tormented. Marquist raised his open hand high. He smacked his palm crisply down on her pale moon bottom cheek, and commented, "Let us see your famous bottom dance, Ashley, Edward tells me it is quite fetching!" Ashley felt the man's hands alternate from one nipple to the other. His other hand smacked repeatedly, crisply alternating between her bottom cheeks as her rump shifted sideways with the pain. The wetness of her backside caused the smacks to sound out loudly, and sting fiercely. Ashley couldn't prevent her hips swaying back and forth as the man grasped one then the other nipple, pulling it roughly, then delivering a corresponding smart smack across her bottom. As he spanked her, Marquist maintained a continuous narration of Ashley's humiliation, punctured by her whimpers and moans and the crisp smacking sound of his palm on her ass. "This is how, SMACK, indolent, SMACK, girls, SMACK like you, SMACK, are treated...SMACK... Rounded bottom cheeks...SMACK..SMACK... turned a nice hue of red. Shameful, Ashley, SMACK... how your naked bottom is churning, SMACK. Are you attempting to display your dancing cunt to me? SMACK SMACK. I shall just take both your breasts in my hand, like so, yes... I can grasp both your nipples and pull them both, isn't that clever?" Spanks rained down on Ashley's buttocks and upper thighs. She felt Marquist stop spanking her for a moment, and his hand coursed between her cheeks and made an incursion onto the rear of her pussy. Pulling her breasts, Marquist caused the girl to arch her back, widening the opening of her vagina, where his fingers traced her moist opening. The girl's nether lips were full and smooth as his finger caressed her damp pussy flesh. She'd done a good job of depilating herself between her legs, and Marquists' fingers toyed with her puffy closed labia. The old disciplinarian held both of Ashley's hardened nipples in his clenched fist and shook her heavy orbs. His hand explored the soft, reddened and hot flesh of her rounded bottom. "Your reddened bottom cheeks form delightful frame for your pouty cunt lips between your legs. I can see they're nice and shiny from your cunt juice, Ashley! I certainly hope you're not enjoying your punishment, are you? Otherwise we would have to redouble our efforts at teaching you a lesson." Marquist delivered another pair of crisp smacks to the juncture of Ashley's upper thighs and her bottom, then dipped between her legs. Ashley's head tossed back and forth and she moaned, "Nooo..." as she felt the old man's fingers trace the edge of her pussy lips between her legs. He squeezed and gave her breasts, imprisoned in his grip, a shake. His other hand caressed her slit indolently, pulling at the soft skin of her pudendum. She then felt him grasp one side of her pussy lips and push it aside. She could feel her vaginal opening being bared, as the old man looked between her legs at her open sex. The old man let his fingertips trace the opening of the girl's vaginal entrance, feeling the slickness of her secretions as he held her cunt open so he could play with her tight entrance. Marquist released her breasts. For a moment Ashley was relieved at the respite from the brutal sting in her nipples. Then Marquist ordered, "Ashley bend forward and bring your face to the cushion. We want you bent well over with that lovely ass in the air, and your cunt well displayed!" Ashley whimpered, but obeyed. Leaning onto her elbows, Ashely tipped forward. She felt the old man's guiding hand on the back of her head gently pushing it downward until her cheek came to rest on plush fabric of the cushion. Marquist watched the naked nymphette arched protectively. He placed his hand on the small of her long, strong bare back, and pushed downward in the center, instructing her: "Arch your back, girl! Shoulders back and thrust that naughty posterior out properly!" A resounding smack across each naked bottom cheek, made her pay attention. She thrust her rear up towards the ceiling. Languidly, now, Marquist placed his palm on one rounded, reddened ass cheek. "How delightfully soft and full!" he thought to himself as his hand cupped and petted the bare bottom submissively displayed before him. He toyed with the girl's rear freely, grabbing a handful of her ass and shaking it, watching her flesh vibrate. He reveled in the feel of squeezing each cheek. Ashley felt the old man's hand roam freely over her naked ass. She was so ashamed to be lying like this with now two hands toying with her cheeks, caressing and petting her vulnerable, naked bottom. She felt the old man's palm grasp her right cheek, then suddenly slap it hard. "Open your legs!" demanded Marquist. Obeying his order, Ashley spread her legs slightly, knowing that the old lecher was now able to look at the smooth shaven pouch of her pussy. She jumped as she felt his hand return to the rear of her mound. Now Marquist shifted forward towards Ashley's side and reached one arm around her body. The girl watched frightened as the strict disciplinarian reached under her body and his palm came up between her legs to grasp her pussy from the front. His hand spread to cover her soft delta, and his fingers splayed her cunt lips. He sank the tips of his fingers into her soft pubic flesh so her clit was trapped between two of his fingers, and his fingertips pushed shallowly into the very entrance of her vagina. His hand pushed upwards causing Ashley's hips to rise and her bottom to jut out. Ashley's eyes closed in humiliation. She felt the strict disciplinarian's grasp on her most intimate, feminine parts, his insistent fingers pushing open her vaginal lips. She felt her own moistness at the intrusion and shame as the old man pushed into her splayed genitals. Ashley felt the old man's other palm caress her helplessly exposed already well-warmed bottom. His fingertips pressed against her skin enjoying its bouncy resilience. The hand patted her rump a few times then she felt him stretch to reach for something. Her eyes were squeezed shut in humiliation, but she peeked backwards. Marquist held in his hand a narrow black leather strap! Ashley, moaned, "Noo...please don't hit me with that." But Marquist shushed the girl, again caressing her soft naked bottom. "Oh, yes, little darling. There's nothing that goes so well with a bare female bottom as hard leather, you should know that! Why the educational and decorative effects alone of a good hard striping are well know to be salubrious as well as esthetic! And not quickly forgotten!" Marquist raised the strap high above the trembling girl's ass and whipped it down, directly across the center of both cheeks. "Owww!" The girl cried out as she felt the fiery strap fall, leaving a blazing hot line across the crests of both her cheeks. She struggled, but Marquists fingers sank deeper into her cunt holding her still. Ashley's bottom now sported a darker red strip straight across, on a background of spanked pink splotchy skin. He aimed the strap lower across both cheeks and the leather smacked and bit into the girl's burning bottom. Marquist strapped the girl expertly, the strap falling each time in a slightly different place on her bottom, sometimes across and then alternatingly down a single bottom cheek to produce crossing red lines. Ashley wriggled to no avail, her cunt working itself against Marquist's hand. "A taste of the strap", droned on the professor as he smacked the hard leather again and again against Ashley's tender bottom cheeks, intensifying the color that suffused the pale rounded flesh, "is a marvelously educational device. Judging by how your charming young posterior is writhing and churning, young lady, I would venture to say you will not forget your acquaintance with the strap very soon, will you? Marvelous, don't you think, how though you're wriggling to get away, my grip on your little pussy makes a wonderful steadying device." "For example, let me show you. I need only push deeper into your yielding young cunt and grasp your lips with my fingers, and now as you will see I can redouble the intensity of your strapping. Isn't that clever, little titmouse?" Ashley groaned, as she felt the man's stubby fingers push deeper into her reluctantly spreading vaginal canal. The lecher inched his fingers deeper, moving at a glacial pace so both he and his helpless victim's attention was riveted on Ashley's poor cunt, reluctantly spreading itself to her ravisher's fat digits, accommodating them in her silky feminine sheath. Marquist observed how the girls little labia contracted inward towards her opening as he pushed in, closing like petals on a flower towards her coral core. His other fingers grasped each lip and pulled it open, baring the ruby intimate interior of Ashley's cunt. The girl felt the old man's fingers assail her genitals mercilessly. The man handled her pussy with total disregard for her modesty or comfort, and Ashley whimpered repeatedly at the extent of her violation. She closed her eyes, and tears pooled at her lids. Her most intimate core was being stretched out and ached from the manhandling, while her full bottom cheeks framing it ached no less from the burning strapping she was receiving. The strap flew higher and flailed down across Ashley's squirming rump, as Marquist, his grip on Ashley's cunt secured, redoubled his efforts, whipping the girl's bottom even harder. Ashley cried out and pleaded, "Oww.... no... please... ow... it hurts please no more, ouch owie." Her bottom trembled and clenched, and squirmed tightly, the compass of her writhing severely constrained by the strong deep hold of the hand in her cunt. Her entreaties were to no avail as the older man was all the more entertained by causing her additional discomfort, and smiled and smacked the bouncing your bottom cheeks over and over. As each smack fell on her bottom, Ashley felt the man's hand push into her cunt and force her backside back up towards him, in preparation for the next stroke of the strap. The old man accompanied his movements with tender exhortations to the his young pupil: "Yes, that's a good girl, Ashley... raise that bottom high for the next stroke... SMACK...ah, yes, that was a good one, nice and red...up, up, girl, present your backside nice and round, that's it...SMACK...shh... jumpy aren't we little one? No tightening down like that, relax that bottom! I shall push into your cunny like so, ah yes, that did it, that makes your bottom stick out, doesn't it? SMACK...Your bottom flesh...SMACK... loves the strap doesn't it titmouse? It wraps itself around the hard leather as you're being struck... rear high or I will fill your little cunt with my fingers, perhaps a couple more in there will motivate you to obey... well, if that's what it takes, yes... yes, up...SMACK... Ah, yes, four fingers in your cunt seems to do the trick, now we're not... SMACK!... tightening up that bottom are we, SMACK... oh, no, I guess a handful of cunt and my fingers pressing on your cervix...SMACK... is what you need to get that exquisite rounded form to your prominent buttocks!" After the old professor was satisfied with the plentiful criss-crossing strap marks on his young pupil's bottom, he slowly withdrew his fingers from between her legs where he'd thoroughly impaled the girl. Even after his fingers were withdrawn from her vagina, Marquist observed how the girl's cunt remained slackly and obscenely open, unable for the moment to close down, the normal tight line of her pussy transformed into a wanton, ragged, gash exposing the depths of her organ of reproduction. Ashley collapsed whimpering, bringing her knees up to her elbows. The man observed the muted sobs racking the girl's back. "Now, now," intoned the old professor. "No need to make such a fuss. Your bottom, young lady, is quite capable of handling the strap, and no harm done, except to further your education a bit. Now stand up!" Ashley struggled to her feet, her panties still pushed down to her thighs. "Hands behind your head, elbows up, Ashley!" She obeyed, and the old man came up to her and reached around her, as if embracing her. His placed his hands on her bottom, and palmed Ashley's stinging bare cheeks. Leisurely, he groped the girl's ass thoroughly, feeling the heat of her whipped skin radiate into his hands and feeling the tremor of her labored breathing course through her backside. The soft, hot skin trembled under his hands. "Now, now, young thing quiet down. After a good strapping you need to regain your composure. That's right, enough whimpering. I want you to breathe in and out regularly and deeply and calm yourself. Deep breaths, Ashley. As Ashley tried to obey and her whimper subsided, Marquist's hands came up and began groping her full breasts. Ashley tried to shrink into herself and curved forward while Marquist played with her tits, but this served only to deliver her submissive breasts to his marauding hands. "Nothing like a nice soothing breast examination to still a girl's overtaxed emotions, wouldn't you say?" Ashley observed almost dispassionately as the old man took liberties with her naked, full breasts. His palm fitted around the delicious globes, squeezing her responsive tits, then grasping her big, turgid nipples and pressing on them. He came around behind her and his hands covered her breasts and gave them a good working over. The old lecher delighted in the young girl's full, firm breasts. Taking a strong grip on the undersides of both her boobs from behind, he squeezed her tit flesh, and watched Ashley's breasts swell and rise. His palms coursed up towards Ashley's hard nipples, and he chided her, "I can see that you are enjoying the manhandling of your breasts, aren't you young lady? These hard, swollen, nipple nubs," he said as his fingers grasped Ashley's turgid nipples and pinched them hard, causing Ahsley to moan, "attest to their desire to be on the receiving end of some rough play." Marquist, poised behind poor Ashley, used his grip on her tender tit tips to stretch her boobs away from her, elongating the areola and skin leading to it. Ashley panted with the ache of having her breasts mauled and stretched, her nipples pulled painfully. Marquist shook the girl's breasts back and forth from his pinching grasp on her nipples. The heavy breasts shimmied and shook voluptuously, their heavy weight moving fluidly back and forth, her nipples elongating conically. "And now, young lady, we shall spend some time with you reflecting on your punishments. Pull the ottoman over to the chair. Now kneel on it facing forward." Marquist sat down in the deep chaise next to the ottoman, and picked up his pipe. He lit it while observing the naked girl kneeling at attention next to his chair, then sat placidly smoking, holding his pipe in one hand while languidly caressing the girl's naked bottom with the other. Twenty minutes passed, during which not a word was said. Ashley, kneeled obediently while the old man caressed and smoothed her rear, occasionally letting his hand trail between her plump cheeks and down across her labia.