6 comments/ 30245 views/ 8 favorites Purity and Punishment Ch. 01 By: LucienMarriott Friday evening: I race through the house and up the stairs. "Hey Dad, it's me, Maxi", I call. No reply. That figures: Dad's still on tour and Cindy probably went on another of her spa breaks. Suits me: no awkward questions from Dad about where I'm going and no bimbo step-mum to piss me off. Tonight's a big night and I'm already running late. I wriggle out of my DMs in the doorway and kick them across my bedroom floor. They help me look taller and they look kind of sexy on me too, like a mischievous pixie. One boot collides with my guitar, I get a little pang of guilt as the discordant clang of the detuned strings reminds me I haven't played it all summer but I haven't got time to worry about it as I pull down my fishnets and search my cluttered desk for my hairbrush: I find the brush under a copy of Kerrang, stuck to Dave Grohl's face with bubblegum. Fuck me, I'm going to have to do a drug-sweep so I can start getting Anoushka to clean in here again. I drag my feet across the floor, trailing the fishnets in their wake, shuffle to the mirror and mould my jagged bangs into a boring haircut that won't attract too much attention. This time last year, it would have been dyed jet black but that was before The Ring. I grab a couple of scrunchies to drag the back of my hair into a couple of ponytails: innocent enough for Grayling, sexy enough for anyone interesting. Hair sorted, well, sorted enough, I pull my Clash T-shirt over my head and throw it on the floor, "Mick Jones gave me that!" I hear Dad whinging but too bad, I'm in a rush. My leather miniskirt's already unfastened and sliding down my legs to join Mick and the boys on the floor. I'm wearing just my black thong and matching bra. Make-up next: can't find the remover but there's an inch of vodka left in the half-bottle on my desk: it'll have to do. The cotton pad next to the sink doesn't look too used so I grab that too. Lipstick off, eyeshadow off, foundation off. Re-apply, different shades this time: make-up that doesn't look like you're wearing make-up but you can still catch boys' eyes. Girls too. Check my look in the mirror just like Bruce Springsteen in Dancing In The Dark. The makeup looks OK though, good even. My breasts look OK too, they might actually still be growing a bit, I smile to myself. I slip my thumbs inside the straps of my thong and slide it down my thighs. I think my thighs are alright, they're not fat or anything. They're a bit hench but all the girls who ride end up with hench thighs and mine are a bit slimmer since I don't really ride that often these days. Well, not horses anyway! I could do with trimming my pussy and I normally like to finger myself before a meeting but there isn't time. Bra undone, drop it on the floor. My breasts bounce a little and I allow myself to run my fingers over my nipples. They're alright, my breasts, I wish they were a bit bigger but they're pretty round and what dirty old men call pert, not flat like Clare's or pointy and droopy like Sarah's so I guess I don't mind that they're not that big. White bra and white cotton panties on. Unlikely anyone's going to see them tonight but you've got to get in character if you're going to convince people. White blouse, white knee-length socks, eggshell blue ¾-size cardigan and, since I'm pretty sure Grayling's attention will be elsewhere tonight, I risk a grey, pleated skirt that rides just above the knee: respectable enough for The Ring but I can still 'accidentally' flash a bit of thigh as I sit down if I spot anyone I like the look of. Now the bit I really fucking hate: sticking my fingernail under the edge of the lens, I peel one of my contacts off. Always makes me feel sick. Now the other; like peeling off the surface of your eyes. For a second, I'm lost in the blurry fog -- always useful if you meet an ugly boy you reckon will still be a good ride -- then I reach for my indie specs: they look like sensible glasses to old people but you can still do sexy geek girl if you peer over the top of them. Push my feet into sensible, strappy little black shoes, enough of a heel to do slutty convent girl if I need to and I'm down the stairs, just enough time to get to the meeting. I'm almost out the door before I remember my nose ring. Shit. Something like that could completely blow my cover. I mean, it's not like it's against the rules or anything but turning up with it out of the blue after keeping it hidden so long would attract a lot of attention I don't need tonight. I pop the stupid thing out and shove it in my pocket. I don't have time to find my concealer but as luck would have it, there's some of Cindy's foundation on the kitchen table. Stupid bitch always leaves her stuff lying about like she belongs here. Still, it'll do the job. Fuck me, this shit's bright orange, what is she, an Oompa-Loompa or something? I don't know what Dad sees in her: I mean, he's like, a major league rock star and she's like, some slut off reality TV. I work a tiny bit of her stupid Oompa-Loompa juice into my nose and it just about covers the hole then I spit in the jar and stir it in with my finger. Now I've got a bright orange finger. Well done, Maxi, good thinking. I run out of the house as fast as the Convent Lolita shoes will let me, scrubbing my finger with a tissue. This new girl had better be worth it. Purity and Punishment Ch. 02 "Welcome to The Ring of Hope," trills Ms Grayling in her sing-song voice, "where we keep our minds pure, our hearts full of hope and our bodies..." she looks down from the church hall's tiny stage, her brown eyes flicker over a few of the girls in the front row, resting a moment on Fiona's large breasts, "...unsullied," she finally says, with a queasy, simpering smile. Grayling walks a razor's edge: telling us not to have sex without, seemingly, being able to mention sex. I mean, what sort of stupid name is The Ring of Hope? It doesn't even make any sense: The Ring of Not Fucking, The Ring of No Cock would at least spell it out but instead, every week, we have to sit through half an hour of Grayling beating about the bush, if you'll excuse the pun, before we can get to the good stuff. Camilla sits next to me us usual, one calf-length boot propped up on the chair in front, showing me the lightly tanned inner thigh of her long leg under her royal blue A-line dress. Camilla makes sure Grayling's attention is fully on Fiona's breasts then grabs my hand and slides it up inside her dress. I gasp as I feel the PVC of the thong she has on and slipping my fingers inside, feel how wet her pussy is; immaculately shaven as always. Pulling my hand away before anyone sees, Camilla shoots me a dirty little smile, tossing her shoulder length blonde hair. She's going to get me in trouble one of these days: there are different rules for people like her and people like me. "This week, we have a new addition to The Ring," says Grayling, the bright white strip lighting shining unflatteringly down on her scrubbed pale skin and starchy white blouse. "Ashley, would you come up and introduce yourself?" she nods, tight brown bun of curly hair bobbing up and down. A small girl with a slightly chubby girl-next-door face gets up from one of the seats near the front. Her wavy blonde hair's pulled back into a couple of pig tails and held down at the front with hair grips. She ignores the steps and hops up onto the stage like she's grown up around brothers, holding her own with the boys. Grayling makes way for her, giving an almost imperceptible shudder as she guides her to the front of the stage with a hand on the denim cut-offs covering her pert, well-rounded little bum. Ashley blushes slightly, a pink tinge under the delicate smattering of freckles across her apple cheeks. She looks delightfully innocent, bright blue eyes wide with curiosity, standing awkwardly, the toe of one Converse sneaker over the other. For such a small girl, she has quite large breasts, straining through her Auburn Tigers T-shirt. Her cut-offs reveal slightly chubby thighs though she's young enough to carry it without looking fat. "Hi y'all, I'm Ashley, I'm from Waverly, in Alabama...you probably haven't heard of it," she says. "Um, I'm starting at your university in Roe-Hampton," she pronounces it "so my daddy wanted me to come and stay with Fiona so she could bring me along here to meet some good people here before I start, so...Hi!" She giggles and blushes once more, looking down at her feet. "Thank you, Ashley," says Grayling and puts out a hand to guide her bum on its way once more but Ashley has already jumped down from the stage and Grayling is left hanging. She shakes her head, a couple of strands of curly hair escaping from the bun, rubbing her right hand with her left as though soothing an ache. "Does anyone have any inspiring stories to share with us this week?" she asks. "Oh, I do!" says Fiona, instinctively mimicking Grayling's trilling. Grayling beams down at her like she's her favourite little pony perfectly executing a trick. "Wonderful, Fiona: please share it with us," says Grayling. Fiona gets to her feet, tossing her long brown hair and adjusting her Alice band with a flick of her slender wrist, her breasts bouncing slightly under her summer dress. "Well, I was out riding when I saw a nightingale with a broken wing." Although she's standing at the front, she doesn't turn round to face the rest of us and addresses her story to Grayling, who's sitting with her knees demurely together under the long grey fishtail skirt she has on, "...and of course, I stopped to tend to it, like the Good Lord would have us do." Fiona is laying it on so thick, stroking her own arms as she speaks, even Grayling looks a bit embarrassed for her: it had to be a nightingale, not a thrush or a starling and now we're going to hear the unlikely story of Fiona's miracle bird rescue. But that's Fiona; always tries too hard. She's too old for the ring really, like 22 or 23, but she still comes along every week, dressed up like a little girl: Grayling's little pet at The Ring and at the riding school. Mind you, she must ride about a mile a week and at a snail's pace too; she'd probably snap like a twig if she tried anything harder. "I dismounted and tied my horse to a tree, then bent down to tend to the poor creature." I wonder what weird shit Fiona's secretly into: That's the thing with The Ring, the more committed members are always the kinkiest, really. The way it breaks down, you've got three sorts of people here: first the unfuckables; they're basically here to pretend no sex is a choice for them. Then you've got the ones who've been sent by their families: some of them are unfuckables but there are also a few cute ones. They're hard work though, most of them barely know what sex is, you've got to train them up and while it's fun to have a little pet to call on, they're never going to blow your mind in bed. The last and by far the most rewarding type though, are the ones who've chosen to come here. So horny or so kinky they scare themselves, so they come here thinking Grayling and The Ring of Hope can save them from their own dark desires. Scratch the surface of a truly committed Ringer and nine times out of ten, you'll find the horniest little bastards and bitches around. That's why I still come here; it's an untapped seem of talent. It is literally, like, so easy to seduce abstainers. You always have to fuck a Ring of Hope boy twice: first time he lasts about ten seconds but they're keen learners; most of them are so grateful to get with a girl, they'll do anything you say. Unlike the boys at college, they know that they're clueless about sex so they don't get in a sulk when you tell them what to do. They're not going to give you VD and they won't tell all their mates the next day either. The girls are even easier. Half the Ring of Hope girls think that they are abstaining when they're with me and Camilla since there are no boys involved and unlike the boys, they can last as long as you want it to. It's my own private harem: discrete, on demand, exclusive. "...and that's why I thank the Lord that I was able to give the gift of flight back to this poor wounded creature." Fiona's heartwarming fairy tale seems to be drawing to a close and she finally takes her seat looking very pleased with herself. I'd love to spank her little arse till it's all pink and sore. We've always steered clear of her though coz she'd probably grass us straight up to Grayling. I imagine Fiona, hands tied behind her back, little white cotton panties balled up in her mouth, making muffled whimpering sounds as I land blows on her firm, pert little bum, her big breasts quivering with each one. It's about time someone taught her a lesson. Grayling gets up at the front again. "Thank you Fiona, that was wonderful," she says, looking only slightly embarrassed. Then she launches into her usual speech about the temptations facing young people today. She must be really making an effort in front of the new girl: there's a lot of 'sins of the flesh' stuff. I start to think about Ashley, imagine her corn-fed little face between my legs, those baby-blue eyes looking up at me, pink little tongue tasting pussy for the first time: I'm starting to get wet and I wonder how I can get to her without Grayling noticing. "...stocking tops peeking out from under your rolled-up little school skirt!" Grayling must be trying out a new bit: What Not To Wear: Teen Abstinence Edition. It's addressed towards the girls, it's always addressed to the girls with Grayling: "Push up bra squeezing your little bosoms up out of your blouse, jiggling around for all the boys to see, touching yourselves all over like a common trollop, sucking on your finger, giving the come-on eyes to the boys; what do you expect boys to do if you conduct yourself like that?" She's getting herself really worked up, short of breath with sweat forming on her brow. Her own big breasts look as if they're going to burst out of her blouse, bouncing up and down as she shudders back and forth, delivering her sermon. We're all mesmerised now, staring at the ranting woman with the heaving bosom, curly brown hair escaping from her bun, a tiny ball of fury. This is high grade, even for Grayling. I wonder if the rumours I've heard about her are true. She certainly seemed to take a shine to me before she realised just how much trouble I could be. I imagine her breasts bursting forth from her bra, bouncing around for us all to see. I realise with a little surprise that Grayling could actually be quite pretty if she wore make-up and did her hair properly and maybe wore a less severe expression once in a while. Grayling builds to a fever pitch, her pinched little voice starting to crack as she almost shouts "Inside of every woman is a little slut! You must take your inner slut in hand! You must conquer her; dominate that dirty little slut! Make her obey your command!" Grayling stands hunched slightly forward, panting for breath, big breasts trembling under her blouse, her fists clenched at her sides. I think she's going to give herself a nosebleed but then she catches herself, relaxes slightly and concludes, "Only then will you find a greater, more lasting spiritual happiness." She pauses, catches her breath, looks round, a faint smile forming, satisfied with the impact she's made. "Now, finally, does anyone have anything to confess?" Purity and Punishment Ch. 03 The confessions are usually pretty lame: Wearing make-up or feeling funny while watching Justin Bieber but occasionally you get a juicy one and that's a good guide to who might succumb to my charms. I see Peter, tall, thin, serious, awkwardly raising his hand and I feel a bit sick: it's unusual for one of the boys to confess anything. Surely he's not going to own up to that blowjob I gave him behind the church hall, is he? "Yes Peter?" Grayling beams a patronising smile as though she's talking to a particularly stupid child. "I have a confession to make," Peter blurts out, "I," he shoots a glance my way, "I masturbated yesterday." There's a shocked intake of breath from some of the Ringers. Grayling's line: Masturbation is a sin, same as sex. Fiona's making a theatrical show of fanning herself with her hands, pulling shocked expressions at anyone who'll look her way. I want to slap her right across her stupid little doll face. Poor Peter knows what's coming and so do the rest of us. "You know what you have to do then, Peter," Grayling hisses from her pinched little mouth. "Yes, Miss Grayling," Peter nods. He gets up and slowly walks across the room to face the portrait of Jesus. "Dear Lord and Father, I confess, I am sorry that I have defiled the body you gave me with this sinful act of wickedness. I will atone for my sin and I beg that you forgive me." "Six," hisses Grayling as Peter opens the cupboard under the portrait of Jesus. He gets out a short length of cane, about a metre, with a leather handle wrapped around one end. "Turn to face us," says Grayling and Peter turns around to face the group, the cane held in one hand. "When you are ready, Peter," says Grayling in an eerily flat tone. "I atone for my sins and I beg forgiveness," says Peter, swinging his arm around his back. He shoots me a glance and then winces as the cane lands hard on his bottom. Most of the boys know how to fake a good thrashing without hurting themselves too much but it looks like Peter's really going to go for it. "Again," snaps Grayling. "I atone for my sins," says Peter and brings the cane down upon himself. Again he looks my way: I can't bear to watch this, Peter's eyes are deep and sorrowful like Christ on the cross. Again and again Grayling makes him thrash himself. Fucking hell, Peter: just for one blowjob? You're not going to survive this world with that sort of guilt-complex. I'd like to run up, snatch the cane from him, bring it down across Grayling's face or her plump little arse but it wouldn't save Peter, he's on his own up there. I look away. Was this really my fault? Poor boy just wasn't ready. I'd find him and apologize afterwards but I'm sure he won't come near me now. A shame, I had big plans for him. Camilla gives my hand a little squeeze. She might be pretty icy, Camilla, but she's not made of stone and she knows I'm feeling bad about Peter. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Fiona squawking, "Miss Grayling! Maxille and Camilla..." she checks herself, "Maxille grabbed hold of Camilla's hand!" She knows better than to implicate Camilla: you don't fuck with blue blood. "Maxille Stone, get up here at once!" screeches Grayling. Shit, not tonight, not in front of Ashley. Grayling will kick me out if I give her the barest excuse. I'm pretty sure it's only the thought of getting at Dad's money that keeps me in The Ring. Calm, Maxi, calm. Take your punishment, keep it low key, sit back down. "Miss Grayling, it was just a gesture of friendship. We were shocked by Peter's confession," I say. I feel really bad saying this and I try to shoot Peter a reassuring glance but he's staring, stone-faced, out of the window. "I know what you were up to, you dirty, dirty girl," she pronounces the word 'dirty' really oddly like she's enjoying the taste of it in her mouth. I don't want to argue any more, I should just take a punishment to get this over with as quickly as possible: the longer the Ringers see me standing up here being chastised for being a dirty girl, the more chance of them figuring they weren't the only ones seduced by me and Camilla. I'm uneasy though; Grayling's clearly had her suspicions about me for a long time, why's she choosing tonight to call me out on something as minor as hand-holding? I'd better take whatever punishment she's got lined up: surely it's just going to be a few Hail-Marys or a slap on the wrist. I step over to her. "Miss Grayling?" I say in my best dumb innocent voice. "Bend over my knee," she orders. "But Miss Grayling..." "Do as I say!" she barks. Everyone's staring with rapt attention; it's been a few weeks since she's given out a spanking so they're all silently baying for blood: everyone secretly loves a bout of ritual humiliation; it's the closest most of this lot get to sex. I bend over Grayling's knee, cautiously as though she's a cactus. "Head down! Hands on the floor!" she orders and pushes my head down so that I slip helplessly onto her thigh. I can hear her heart beating with excitement at the humiliation she's about to dole out. "Bottom in the air," she says and I awkwardly try to push my bum up while keeping my head down, trying to stop my little schoolgirl shoes from sliding on the floor. Camilla warned me about the spankings when she brought me to The Ring, how Grayling would pick out one of the girls whenever she needed to let off steam. I close my eyes and wait for the worst. Grayling lifts up my skirt over my back and pulls the little white cotton panties down to my ankles. I try not to give her the pleasure of feeling me shiver but I can feel the cold of the draughty church hall on my bum. The room is silent apart from the hum of the fluorescent lighting. "Fiona, will you come up and help me here?" My eyes open in shock. This is a new one, Grayling getting Fiona in on the punishment. Fiona leaps up, delighted to score brownie points with Grayling and add to my humiliation. "Maxille, you are a reckless, foolish little girl. You may not care if you fall into a life of sin but you should think about the effect your careless behaviour will have on others," she pauses here, the strongest rebuke she dare aim at Camilla, who's sitting poker-faced. "It may be just hand-holding today but it can lead to...all sorts of unpleasantness! Now say you are sorry!" Grayling is sat side on, making me face the crowd. At least they can't see my pussy peaking between my legs. I hope I'm not blushing too much. They're all staring at me: Little Molly who I taught to eat pussy in the boathouse at Camilla's, Michael who loved to suck on my nipples. They all know what a naughty girl I am and they're all more or less keen to see me get my punishment. Even Camilla's biting her lip, trying not to laugh, only Peter's still looking out the window. "I'm sorry," I say and with this Grayling lands a slap on my bum. It hurts but in a weird, warm tingling sort of way, like a warm, dull ache spreading out from around her hand. If I wasn't being humiliated in front of everyone, I might even enjoy it a bit. The next spanking is Fiona's, lighter but more stinging, she's inexperienced at this and she's slapping at my bum instead of bringing it down hard like Grayling. "I'm sorry," I say. Then Grayling. Then Fiona again. "Wicked little hussy!" SLAP "I'm sorry," "Dirty little slut!" SLAP "I'm sorry," "Jezebel!" It seems like forever, spanking me sore up under the bright lights in front of everyone. My bottom must be going bright pink. I say I'm sorry again and again until my voice is hoarse but I won't cry, I won't let them do that to me. It's hard though, they've got one cheek each and they're working in tandem to keep the pain up. Grayling knows what she's doing, landing on the exact same place, just as the pain from the previous blow is starting to spread. Fiona's worked up a bit of technique now too but what really hurts is that I've let that silly little bitch get one over on me: knowing how much she must be enjoying my humiliation. After the fifteenth or sixteenth blow, I think I might crack, I'm biting my tongue to hold back the tears. Grayling's really getting into it, I can hear her gasping for breath, heart pounding away and I want to beg them to stop but then I notice something: Ashley's looking at me, not at my face, but leaning to one side, trying to look at my poor pink bum. Her eyes are dilated, dark and round. I start to have an idea. Purity and Punishment Ch. 04 My bum's still sore as I perch on the edge of the stool in Camilla's boathouse, my iPhone pressed to my ear. "It was so kind of you to invite us over," I hear Fiona imitating Camilla's polished tones. It's kind of muffled, the way Camilla's hidden the phone at her end but I can just about make out what they're saying. "Well it was the least I could do for a new member of The Ring," says Camilla. "Your house is, like, so big!" chirrups Ashley, "It's like, a castle!" "I'm glad you enjoyed the tour," Camilla implacably soothing Ashley's gauche enthusiasm. Sometimes I worry I'm falling in love with Camilla but I think we both like the cock too much for that. "Would you care for some iced tea?" Glasses clink over the phone speaker and then Ashley pipes up again. "Mmmm...this is so sweet!" Yes, Ashley, that'll be the sugar syrup covering the taste of the vodka and the ground up Viagra pills. Not that I think Ashley's going to need much help coming over to the dark side, the way she was watching me getting spanked. "So what were you ladies planning on doing this weekend?" I have to stifle a giggle: Camilla always talks like a vicar's wife sharing the time of day at a church fete; to hear her talk you'd never guess the kinky shit she's into. "I'm going to take Ashley riding tomorrow," says Fiona. Oh, there'll be riding before tomorrow, I think. I've waited long enough, time to get this party started. I put Camilla's mobile on hold and, out of the dozen or so different phone lines Camilla's family have installed, find the direct line for the drawing room where Camilla's holding court today. "Hello, Farquhar," answers Camilla. "Camilla. It's Stephanie," I say. "Stephanie, darling," coos Camilla. "Are you on your way? I am so looking forward to seeing you." "There's been an awful fowl-up at my end. Horse fell, out riding and now I've got to take her to the vet. Hope you'll understand, my dear." "Oh poor darling," purrs Camilla "That is such horrible news. I do hope she'll be alright." "Nothing broken, I say, just a formality but you can't be too careful with an animal of her pedigree." "Of course, of course...well you must let me know the instant you get the all clear." "Of course – toodle pip, old bean," I can't help myself... "Bye bye," says Camilla. I switch the call back over to her mobile. "That was my cousin Stephanie," Camilla's telling the girls. "I'm afraid she won't be joining us for bridge. She has to take her horse to the vet." "Oh my gosh, is she ok?" asks Ashley "Oh quite fine, it's just a precaution with these thoroughbred animals, you have to have them looked at, for the insurance," Camilla reassures her. "I'm so terribly sorry for wasting you ladies' time." "Oh, not at all, it was a splendid afternoon," simpers Fiona, "and I'm sure..." "I expect you'll be wanting to get back home soon," Camilla cuts her off. "Oh...well we could always..." Fiona's casting around for a lifeline here, anything to stay in the inner circle of wealth and privilege; she'll be getting tipsy now too and starting to feel a yearning that she probably won't recognise as feeling horny. "Can't we just play bridge without her?" says Ashley. "No, you need two pairs," says Camilla gently. "Maybe we could play another game?" God bless America: no fucking decorum whatsoever. "I'm not sure," says Camilla, "I hadn't planned anything." "Oh please!?" "Ashley!" snaps Fiona. I can imagine her embarrassment. "It's alright Fiona, I'm not offended," Camilla sooths and then after a pause, "perhaps there is something we could play." There's a clink of glass on glass as she pours them more of the spiked juice. "But it's a bit silly." "I'm sure it's not!" says Fiona, a little too eagerly. "I thought we could play Confessions" "Confession? You mean, like at The Ring?" Fiona sounds unsure. "You're right, it's a silly idea, I should let you go." "No, no, we can play," Fiona, sounding desperate now, "It's just that I never thought of it as a game before. Are you sure this is OK?" "Well, confession is good for the soul. But if you don't feel comfortable..." "Oh come on, let's play!" Ashley's voice too now has a note of desperation in it. I hope she won't go too wild too quick, we don't want her scaring Fiona off. "Yes, let's play, please?" Fiona pleads. "Well alright," says Camilla, "but not here; we have to go somewhere private." That's my cue. I switch the phone off and stuff it into my bag with the toys and Viagra-laden sweets I've brought for later. I peer cautiously though the boathouse window, I can't see anyone about so I step out of the boathouse and push my way into the bushes that line the vast garden. I can't see and the twigs scrape across my head, messing up my hair. I hope I'm going the right way: branches scratch my bare legs, tearing a little hole in my knee sock. Eventually, I think I've come far enough and in roughly the right direction. I push my way through and slip out of the bushes and in the back door of the stables. I've only just crouched down behind some bales of hay when the girls enter. "Oh, my gosh, your house is like a palace, Camilla, you're like a real-life princess!" Ashley, getting overexcited. Camilla, who is on nodding terms with real-life princesses, says nothing. "You're so lucky, I'd love to have my own stables," Fiona fawning away. I peak through a gap in the bales and I can see Ashley's nipples are standing hard against her T-shirt which is damp with patches of sweat under her armpits. Fiona keeps rubbing her hands up and down her stomach and thighs, making her dress ride up a little. Camilla sits them down on some bales of hay. Fiona's squirming slightly as the stalks prick her through her summer dress but Ashley doesn't seem to notice it on her bare legs. The two of them sit, hands on their knees, eagerly looking up at Camilla, awaiting instruction. Camilla's leaning back, one boot propped up on the bale, showing the inside of her thigh almost right up to her pussy. She leaves the silence hanging until even I can barely stand it. "Shall I go first?" she asks and the two nod eagerly. Purity and Punishment Ch. 05 "This happened a few years ago at Roedean, I haven't told anyone about it." Both girls are sitting wide-eyed, staring up at Camilla: everyone loves someone else's guilty secret. "I first noticed Marie when we tried out for the hockey team, she was shorter than me, but she already had quite large, developed breasts and curvy hips, like a woman. I think a lot of the girls had a crush on her. "It's funny because she didn't look like most girls want to look: as I said, she was quite small and curvy but there was something striking-looking about her. She had very pale skin, dark, raven hair and plump red lips but it was more than just that: it was the way she carried herself, like she was more grown up than the rest of us. "A lot of the girls thought she was snooty because she didn't say much. I thought she seemed shy though; when I tried to speak to her, she just smiled and looked away. "She was a good hockey player even though she didn't really have the build for it and we both ended up on the team: her in the full-back position and me on the right wing. For a few weeks, I didn't see that much of Marie. We played most of the game at opposite ends of the pitch and she kept herself to herself and didn't socialise much with the other hockey girls. Actually, she didn't mix much with anyone, it's one reason a lot of the other girls thought she was snobbish. "Anyway, nearly halfway through the first term, we had a very tough match against Wycombe Abbey. We narrowly won 8-7 but their midfielder caught me right across the shin with her stick: I don't think it was an accident. I was getting pats on the back for the two goals I scored but I was limping back to the minibus, grimacing with the pain in my leg. The other girls were all excitedly chattering about the game. Marie was the only one who noticed. She walked up beside me without saying anything and put her arm around me, letting me lean on her shoulder. "'Thanks, Marie,' I said and she just gave me one of her shy smiles again. I was glad to take the weight off my leg but to tell you the truth: this is the part I've got to confess: I was excited to be that close to Marie: we'd just finished the game and we hadn't showered yet, I could smell her sweat, but not in a bad way, it smelled fresh and warm and her arm around my waist was warm too, her little hand was soft and warm and I felt all tingly where her little finger had slipped below the hem of my hockey vest, touching my bare skin underneath." Camilla pauses, looks to see if her story's having the desired effect. I was getting pretty horny myself, I could feel the white cotton panties I was still wearing getting all wet. Fiona was stroking her arms again and Ashley seemed to be trembling. "Go on!" says Ashley, "what happened?" "We were last onto the minibus so we ended up sitting together on the back seat. Marie helped me to sit down and it could have been an accident but as she took her arm from round me, I thought she caressed my leg with her fingers," Camilla demonstrates, caressing her own exposed thigh, Ashley lets out a little moan, Fiona's breathing speeds up. I wasn't sure whether Camilla's story was true or not; I was getting pretty horny just listening. "I felt excited but confused and for a couple of minutes I just stared down at my knees in silence but then Marie put her hand on top of mine. I let out a little gasp and for a moment I was scared I'd attract someone's attention but the other girls were all still chattering loudly about the game. "Marie rubbed the back of my hand: I felt scared but also excited. I turned my hand over and we laced our fingers together. I could feel my face blushing and I glanced over at Marie who shot me one of her shy little smiles. All the way back to Roedean, we held hands. Her little hand felt warm but surprisingly strong, almost like a boy's hand." "So what happened?" Ashley sounds almost panicked at Camilla's lengthy pause. I think about how wet her little pussy must be by now, under her cut-offs. "I didn't know what to do. When we got off the minibus, Marie acted like nothing had happened. All through prep I couldn't concentrate, all I could think about was the funny, warm, tingling feeling I felt holding Marie's hand. For two days, I didn't see Marie; she wasn't in my house. I felt sad but also sort of relieved because I was scared about what we'd done. "Two nights later, I was lying awake in the dorm when I saw the door slowly, silently open. Marie tiptoed in and crossed the floor to my bed. Her nightdress clung to her curvy little body, showing off her breasts and her hips, her white skin shone in the pale moonlight. She put her finger to her lips and beckoned me to join her. The floor was cold on my bare feet as we crept out of the dorm and down the corridor. "When we got far enough from the dorms, Marie took my hand. Her hand felt warm and strong again. She'd got the key for this laundry room and we slipped inside: it felt warm and safe after the cold of the corridor. We sat on a pile of towels with our legs entwined. Marie started stroking my hair and I rested my head on her shoulder, I could hear her heart beating. She slid her hand down my body and I felt her stroking my bum and thigh, running one finger over my skin through my nightgown and making me tingle again. "I looked up to Marie from where I was lying on her shoulder and she turned and started to kiss me: her lips were really plump and I had to keep from biting them, slipping my tongue in and out of her hot, wet little mouth." "Oh my god, you made out with a girl! What happened next?" Ashley is involuntarily rubbing her nipples with her fingertips and Fiona is stroking her thighs, making her dress ride right up revealing her pink cotton panties. "We kept on kissing, I put my hand on her hip and I felt her shiver a little. I went to stroke her hair but then we heard footsteps outside in the corridor. Marie switched off the light and we both hid in this big laundry basket, just in time too, the door opened. "'Is anyone in here?' a voice asked. It was Miss Jemmings, the house mistress. She shone a torch around but didn't notice anything. For half an hour, we just sat in the laundry basket, not daring to move, just holding hands. Then, once we were sure she'd gone, we crept back to our separate dorms." "Did you see her again? Did you kiss her?" "No," Camilla's tone changes abruptly as though Fiona's asking is impertinent, "Our near miss shocked some sense into me: I realised it was wrong and I never saw Marie again outside of Hockey." "Oh," Fiona seems disappointed. Camilla's spun her story well: lead them on, and then leave them hanging: if they want more, they'll have to provide it themselves. "That's my confession. So now I have to serve penance," Camilla leans in to Ashley, "do you want to spank me?" Purity and Punishment Ch. 06 "You want me to spank you?" Ashley, excited, confused and scared all at once. "Well, I can't very well spank myself like a boy, can I?" "No, I guess not," says Ashley, cautiously. Camilla steps over to where Ashley and Fiona are sitting, bends over, being sure to stick her bum in Fiona's face. Fiona's eyes are dark and wide. "I could join and help if you want?" says Fiona. "That won't be necessary," Camilla replies, coldly. "I'm sure Ashley knows what she's doing. Right, Ashley?" Camilla gives Ashley a playful pinch on the cheek, making her blush. Camilla bends down over Ashley's knee, lifting her dress up and exposing an expensive looking pair of cream panties, trimmed with lace. She must have changed out of the thong before the girls arrived. I have to stifle a giggle, it looks so incongruous: Camilla, elegant and imperious, still running the show from her position of chastisement being spanked by this shy, corn-fed farm girl. Camilla slips her thumbs inside the waistband of the panties and slides them down her long legs where they sit around the ankles of her boots. Fiona gazes longingly at Camilla's perfect, firm, lightly-tanned buttocks and the pert pussy lips that peek between her legs, no doubt wanting to touch them, to run her fingers over Camilla's silken skin but she knows better than to ask again. "Go ahead Ashley," says Camilla and Ashley gives her a gentle little slap on her bum, collapsing into giggles as she does. "You'll have to try a bit harder than that," says Camilla and Ashley gives her a slightly harder slap. Camilla fakes a little moan which makes Ashley gasp involuntarily. Ashley spanks her again, quicker and harder this time. Camilla keeps moaning softly, spurring Ashley on to spank her harder. Fiona is practically hyperventilating by now, alternately gripping her knees and rubbing her legs with her hands, staring intently at Camilla's perfect bum turning a pale pink and jiggling lightly as Ashley spanks her. This goes on a couple of minutes more before Camilla calls a halt: "Thank you Ashley, that will be enough." Ashley stops on command and Camilla stands up. "Pull my knickers up," she says to Ashley and stands over her with her well-trimmed pussy right in Ashley's face as she bends down to pull Camilla's panties from round her ankles. Ashley blushes but she can't help but gaze at Camilla's pussy. "Do you have a confession to make, Ashley?" asks Camilla, standing with her hands on her hips. "Well, I dunno," Ashley blushes again as she pulls Camilla's panties up round her thighs. She looks down at her feet which are pointing, pigeon-toed, together, "I don't do anything!" she giggles, looking up at Camilla, sounding embarrassed. "Surely there must be something?" encourages Camilla, soothingly, "some inappropriate thoughts or feelings you've had, about a boy maybe? Or perhaps another girl?" Camilla's bending down to her, stroking one of Ashley's apple cheeks with her fingers while sticking her bum in Fiona's face again. "Well...I dunno...I don't know if it counts but when Fiona was spanking that girl, Maxi, I felt, sorta...funny inside!" "Funny, how?" Camilla bends lower, stroking Ashley on the shoulder while manoeuvring her bum inches from Fiona's face. "I dunno...sorta...squirmy but like weird and tingly at the same time...like I wanted it to stop but I wanted it to go on more as well. Like part of me wanted to run away but part of me wished it was happening to me and part of me wished I was the one doing it! And when you made me spank you, it felt...funny too." "Ashley! You naughty little girl!" exclaims Camilla. "Is that bad?" Ashley looks up at her in wide-eyed innocence. "Well, I must say, I'm surprised at you." Says Camilla. "I can do a penance if you want." Ashley sounds like she's welling up. "Get on your knees." says Camilla. Ashley gets down on her knees in the dirt of the stable floor. "Now lick my boots." Ashley drops down to her hands and knees and starts licking Camilla's black leather boots with her little pink tongue, sticking her round little bum up in the air as she works her way down. Camilla picks up one foot, letting her suck on the toe and then on the heel, then the other foot, sliding the toe in and out of Ashley's mouth like a cock. Then Camilla rests one toe lightly on the back of Ashley's head and pushes her face down into the floor, rubbing it into the dirt. Ashley lets out a little whimpering noise but she doesn't pull away. Camilla takes her foot off the back of her head and steps away. "Get up Ashley, go back to your seat." Ashley lifts herself up, brown earth smeared across her cherubic little face. Camilla grants her a little smile that Ashley returns, relieved at the approval. Camilla keeps her attention on Ashley, deliberately ignoring Fiona. "Was that your first confession?" Camilla asks. "Um, yes...did I do ok?" asks Ashley. "You did splendidly, my dear," says Camilla. "I think you will fit in very well" Fiona blurts out "I've got a confession." "We are coming to your turn, Fiona," says Camilla, icily. "Miss Grayling washed me," says Fiona. Behind the hay bales, my blood pounds in my ears. This is better than I'd hoped for. "What do you mean 'washed you'?" Camilla finally allows Fiona her attention. Fiona's cheeks are glowing bright red. She stares down at her hands buried in her lap, knowing she's given too much away. Camilla puts one booted foot on the inside of Fiona's thigh and lifts her chin up so Fiona is again facing her. "What do you mean, Miss Grayling washed you?" "I don't want to tell," Fiona tries to look away. Camilla slaps her hard across her face. Ashley looks scared but doesn't say anything. "You will confess to me now, Fiona!" "Please. Please don't. I'll confess. We'd been out riding and we got back to the school all covered in mud. Ms Grayling said I should get into the shower before I went home. I took off all my clothes and I stepped under the warm water. "Just then I heard the door open and Miss Grayling come in. She said that the other shower was broken. Before I knew it, she had taken her clothes off and stepped in the shower with me. I was so embarrassed, I tried to cover myself with my hands but I couldn't stop staring at her breasts, they're so big. "'Don't worry, we're just girls together' she said. She lathered the soap between her hands and started rubbing it all over me. I felt sick when she first touched me but I quite liked it too even though her hands were rough. 'Is this OK, Miss Grayling?' I asked. 'You want to get clean, don't you?' she said." "Tell us about how she washed you." Camilla's voice sounds husky, deeper than before. "She rubbed the soap all around my neck and then down over my breasts. I tried to speak to tell her to stop but she put a finger over my lips and I didn't want her to stop really, anyway. She spent a long time rubbing the soap over my breasts, flicking her fingers over my teats. It felt funny and it gave me goosebumps but I didn't want her to stop. "She told me to lift up my arms and I did as I was told. She washed down my tummy and popped her finger in my bellybutton. It felt funny so I laughed and she laughed too. Then she slid her hand between my legs 'Miss Grayling!' I said and I reached down. She told me to put my hands on top of my head and so I did as I was told. I didn't really want her to stop even though I was scared. She started washing between my legs. "Do you mean your pussy?" says Camilla. "Yes," says Fiona, very quietly. "Say it." "My pussy." "Say 'Miss Grayling washed my little pussy.'" "Miss Grayling washed my little pussy." "Now continue." "She rubbed the soap all over my...pussy and she pulled her hand away, one of her fingers slipped between my lips. She touched me...you know...there...just for one second...I felt so dizzy, like butterflies in my stomach. "Miss Grayling made me turn round and she rubbed soap all over my bum and slid her hand between my cheeks. It felt really weird but in a good way, I think. Then she made me wash her, I was scared to touch another woman but I was fascinated by her breasts. I'd never seen another woman's naked breasts before and hers were so big. "They glistened as I rubbed the soap on them and I could hear Miss Grayling breathing heavily. She took my hands and guided them all over her body until she made me wash her...her...pussy." Fiona looks to Camilla for approval before continuing. "She was rubbing herself against my hands and biting her lip. "'Am I hurting you, Miss Grayling?' I asked. 'No, it's just fine, please continue,' she said but she sounded cross. She kept rubbing herself against my hands, faster and faster, she shouted out loud but not words and she was gasping for breath. I was sure that I'd hurt her but I was scared to stop because she'd told me not to and then she told me to stop and that I was a good girl and to dry myself and get dressed." "Fiona, this is very, very bad," cuts in Camilla, lifting Fiona's chin up once more. "I know," says Fiona, her voice sounding rough like she was exhausted from her confession. "We have to think of a special punishment for you." Fiona nods as much as Camilla will let her. "I could be a pony," she says "What?" asks Camilla. "I could be a pony," repeats Fiona. "When I'm very bad, Miss Grayling makes me be a pony." Camilla shoots a little glance my way, catching my eye through the gap in the hay bales and slightly raises one eyebrow. This is turning out to be a day of revelations. "I think that's an excellent idea," says Camilla. Purity and Punishment Ch. 07 Camilla unzips Fiona's dress and lets it fall to the stables floor and unfastens her lacy pink bra, letting her large breasts fall out, bouncing slightly, her pink nipples standing to attention in the cool of the stables. Slipping her thumbs inside the edges of Fiona's lacy pink panties which are slightly damp at the crotch, she slides them down her long slender legs, revealing her neat, shaved pussy. Ashley is watching wide-eyed and open mouthed, involuntarily rubbing her own pussy through the crotch of her cut-offs. "Get on your hands and knees, pony," says Camilla and Fiona drops to all fours. Camilla pulls off Fiona's strappy little shoes. "Ashley, come over here and help me." Ashley helps Camilla strap a saddle on Fiona's back, pulling the straps tight under her belly. Ashley attaches the stirrups while Camilla fits Fiona with a bridle, sliding the bit up into her mouth and fitting the blinkers to block her peripheral vision. "You're a good little pony, aren't you?" says Camilla. Fiona nods. "Say it," commands Camilla "I...a...goo...ickle...ony," says Fiona, struggling with the bit in her mouth, making Ashley and Camilla laugh. Camilla attaches the reins and ties them to a nearby post, holding Fiona's head upright. She stands in front of Fiona, admiring her handiwork. "Ashley, come here," says Camilla. "Take off my dress." Ashley looks shocked but she does as she is told, unzipping Camilla's royal blue dress and lifting it over her head. For a moment Camilla stands in her cream bra and panties and black boots, the yellowish light of the stables lamps painting the honeyed skin over her perfectly toned body an eerie golden colour. She smiles at the helpless Fiona. "Fetch me my riding gear," she tells Ashley. "Over there." Ashley brings Camilla the bundle of clothes and Camilla pulls on her blouse. "Unzip my boots." "Help me with my jodhpurs." I don't know whether Camilla's deliberately making Ashley her slave or that she's so used to being waited on that it comes naturally. Either way, after little more than two minutes, Camilla is ready to go riding. She stands triumphal in her riding jacket, helmet, jodhpurs and boots, looking down at Fiona who, before the day is out will surprise herself at her capacity to crave humiliation. Finally, she picks up her riding crop and takes a step towards Fiona. Camilla unties the reins and mounts in the correct fashion, one leg in the stirrups first, then swinging herself over the top. She stands in the stirrups, making Fiona take her entire weight before lowering herself into the saddle. Fiona whimpers slightly, so Camilla gives her a smart little smack on her bum with the riding crop. "We'll have none of that," says Camilla. "Off we go." Fiona sets off at a gentle trot. Camilla looks ridiculous with her knees up by her ears and she must realise this because after a few steps, she pulls her feet out of the stirrups and rests her riding boots on Fiona's shoulders. "Come on, faster!" says Camilla, giving Fiona another little slap with the crop and Fiona breaks into a canter, going as fast as she can. I get a delicious view of her milky, naked buttocks jiggling along. Her neat, slim pussy lips peeking through her legs below are moist with excitement at her humiliation. Above, Camilla's perfect bum, clad in her jodhpurs bounces up and down on the saddle. Camilla takes a couple of minutes to put Fiona through her paces, holding her head in an uncomfortable upright position with the reins and hitting her with the riding crop whenever she makes a mistake. All the while, Ashley watches, wide-eyed, her nipples standing to attention under her T-shirt. "Faster, faster!" Camilla's riding Fiona as hard as she can, swishing her bottom with the riding crop. Fiona's big breasts sway beneath her and she's dripping with sweat; I can see it glistening on her pert little bum and dripping off the end of her nose. Finally, Camilla gets bored of riding Fiona. She pulls her up next to Ashley and stands, reins in hand over her, giving me the nod that's my signal to reveal myself. I step out from behind the bales of hay and walk over to the girls. "Oh hey, Maxi, have you come to play confession too? Did you see what Camilla made Fiona do?" Ashley is breathless and overexcited, her face still dirty from her humiliating punishment. Fiona automatically flinches at the mention of my name. "Well, Ashley, Camilla invited me over to come riding," I say, stroking her cheek, "but I only see one pony...what a shame, I'll just have to sit and watch unless," I exclaim, as though the idea has just come to me, "Ashley, would you be my pony?" "Mmmm...do...do...aa...ee," Fiona, realising she's been tricked, is frantically trying to warn Ashley, making unintelligible sounds through the bit in her mouth. Camilla jerks the reins, pulling the bit to the back of her mouth, choking her off while she brings the riding crop down hard on her backside, one booted foot up on her back. "Will you be my pony?" I ask Ashley again, stroking her hair now, looking down into her big blue eyes, standing so close to her that my breasts are resting on hers, rubbing on her erect nipples through the T-shirt. "Well, OK...you English girls sure play some crazy games." She sounds uncertain. I think Ashley knows something weird's happening but, drunk and horny, she can't resist submitting to it anyway. I can feel Ashley's hot breath on my neck as I remove her T-shirt. She's breathing quickly and her heart beats rapidly. As I suspected, she isn't wearing a bra and her big breasts plop out of the bottom of the T-shirt as I pull it over her head, wobbling slightly as they come to rest, surprisingly pert for such big breasts. I run my fingertips down Ashley's sides, brushing her breasts while breathing out across her pink nipples and making her sigh. Pulling down her cut-offs, caressing my finger across her bellybutton, I make her stomach quiver involuntarily. The cut-offs slide down those tanned, slightly chubby thighs, leaving just her little grey cotton panties which are damp between her legs with her juices. Hooking one finger inside, I pull them down, 'accidentally' stroking her clit as I do. Ashley lets out an involuntary 'Uh' and I know she's mine. She looks so cute, trembling slightly, naked except for her Converse, unsure of what to do with her hands that I want to fuck her there and then but Camilla's worked hard to set up an ordeal for Fiona and it must be allowed to run its course. We planned all manner of humiliation for Fiona in front of Ashley, though I wish we'd thought of the pony thing: Fiona is one kinky little bitch. I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on too: not just humiliating Fiona but corrupting this innocent little cherry too. "Get on your knees, Ashley," I say and she obeys, looking up at me with her bright blue eyes. I can't help stroking her cheek and the back of her neck before I push her down onto all fours. I fit Ashley with a saddle, pulling the straps tight around her not-quite-plump stomach. Then the bridle, Ashley willingly accepting the bit into her mouth before I attach the blinkers that blind her to everything except straight ahead. I make sure I stand where Ashley and Fiona can see. Off come my blouse and pleated skirt. I feel strangely coy, dressed in the girlish white bra, panties and knee-socks and the little Lolita shoes. I get a pang of the humiliation of Grayling and Fiona spanking me and it's strangely erotic. Funny, I never thought I had any submissive tendencies. Well, they'll have to wait for later, there's work to be done. I change into a set of Camilla's riding gear, which must be a couple of years old as it seems to fit me OK, and pick up a riding crop. "I'm bored with my pony," announces Camilla, "she's too slow. I want to swap." Purity and Punishment Ch. 08 This is Camilla's gift to me: a helpless Fiona to do whatever I want with. I saddle up, making sure to dig the heels of my riding boots into her sides. She winces so I pull her head up with the reins, giving her hair a sharp tug too. "You're my little pony now, Fiona," I tell her. Camilla's getting comfortable on Ashley, stroking her ears and the back of her neck and with the other hand, her curvy little bum, drawing her long, slender fingers over Ashley's exposed pussy. I drag Fiona's head round with the reins, making her watch. "Looks like you're not doing a very good job of looking after Ashley, are you Fiona?" I whisper in her ear, bringing the riding crop down smartly on her bum a couple of times. "I think," says Camilla "that we should race our new ponies. Three laps of the stables. We'll have a treat for the winner and a punishment for the loser." We line Fiona and Ashley up at the back of the stables. "On your marks," calls Camilla. "Get set. Go!" It feels weird, Fiona squirming and jiggling underneath my saddle but I'm determined to enjoy humiliating her. Fiona should win easily: Ashley's tiny, Camilla can barely keep her long legs off the ground, even draped over her shoulders but of course, there's no way we're letting Fiona win. I drag my feet along the floor, slowing us down, dragging Fiona's head uncomfortably to one side whenever it looks like she might pull ahead. All the while, of course, I'm chastising her for not going faster and beating her with the riding crop, making a mass of bright pink marks on the pale flesh of her buttocks. It's the perfect set-up for the punishment we have planned for her. Plus this way, I get to see Camilla's perfect bottom bouncing atop Ashley's jiggling, fleshy buttocks and glistening, wet little pussy. We thrash Fiona and Ashley across the finish line, sweating and gasping for breath. Fiona makes a last desperate attempt to pass Ashley before collapsing exhausted, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks. "On your hands and knees, pony!" I shout at her, bringing the riding crop down as hard as I can across her buttocks. "Well done Ashley, you clever little pony," Camilla purrs, stroking Ashley's neck and hair. Camilla feeds Ashley a sugar lump, laced with more Viagra. Camilla turns round so she's riding Ashley backwards. We back Ashley up to Fiona's face, pulling her head back with the reins so she's forced to stare into Ashley's bum, the sweat glistening on her buttocks and thighs. Camilla reaches down and begins to lightly finger Ashley's pussy which is by now soaked with her juices and sweat. Ashley lets out a little gasp as does Fiona. I jerk Fiona's head back once more and dismount to the side so I can start spanking her with my hand this time, firmly and controlled, hard enough to sting, building up, swapping sides on her buttocks every three or four blows, turning them a nice pale pink while keeping her head in position with the reins in my left hand. Camilla's caressing Ashley's erect clit with her middle finger, slipping the index in and out of Ashley's wet little pussy while she stares, smirking, into Fiona's face. Occasionally she pulls her finger out to wipe some juices on Fiona's face or make her suck on it. Ashley is moaning softly, an incoherent series of noises through the bit in her mouth. Camilla gently fingers her asshole with her left index finger while keeping her right hand going on her pussy and Ashley starts whimpering, backing her bum onto Camilla's hand. I keep spanking Fiona, whispering in her ear what a dirty little pony she is and that she belongs to us now. "Look what we're doing to your little friend," I tell her. "You were meant to look after her and now we're turning her into a dirty little slut! What would Miss Grayling say if she could see you now?" Camilla brings Ashley near to a climax, then pulls her hand away. Ashley's moans are high and urgent, her buttocks trembling as she tries to beg through the bit for Camilla to finish her off, "Peee...peee...Iya...peee!" I pull Fiona's head round to face me and look into her eyes. "I'm going to take the bit out now, Fiona. If you try to scream or shout for help, no-one will hear you but your punishment will get a whole lot worse. Do you understand?" Fiona meekly nods and I unfasten the bit, letting it hang loose at the side of her mouth. She gasps for breath and she drools a load of spit down her chin but she doesn't try to shout. "Come here Fiona," I say, holding her nose and pulling her forward. "Ashley beat you in the race, so you're going to do something nice for her." Camilla backs Ashley onto Fiona so Fiona's face is between Ashley's buttocks. "Eat her bum out," I tell Fiona. At first she keeps her mouth shut but she can't hold her breath that long and when she gasps for air, Camilla pulls Ashley's bum cheeks apart, making Fiona lick and suck on her puckered little asshole. The noises Ashley is makes are crazed and incoherent. Fiona drives her tongue in and out of Ashley's asshole. For all the shock and humiliation, she's kind of getting into it as the booze and Viagra do their job on twenty-odd years of sexual repression. Camilla keeps fingering Ashley's clit and pussy, backing off whenever it seems she's about to come. After a few minutes, Camilla stands up from astride Ashley and steps in front of her. "Fiona, you can stop that," she commands and Fiona obeys. Camilla crouches down by Ashley, lifting her head up to face her with her fingers under her chin. "So, Ashley, you want to come?" Ashley nods eagerly. "Well first you have to make me come." Ashley nods again. Camilla stands up before Ashley and takes off her jacket, then her helmet and riding boots, then the jodhpurs, revealing those long legs and finally her blouse, bra and panties. Meanwhile I'm performing a similar striptease in front of Fiona who I've pulled up onto her knees, bending down to shake my breasts in her face and laughing at her eager-to-please attempts to get my nipples in her mouth. Camilla's nipples are pink like Ashley and Fiona's. Only mine are brown. Camilla spreads the riding jacket on the stables floor and lies back on it, fingering her neat, clippered pussy, she beckons Ashley on to her and undoes the bit from Ashley's mouth, pulling her little face, smeared with sweat and the dirt from her penance, down onto her pussy. I push Fiona back into Ashley's bum and standing behind her start greasing up a large strap-on from the bag of toys I brought. Camilla wraps her legs round the back of Ashley's head, grinding her pussy into her face. After strapping the dildo on, I start fucking Fiona in the ass, slapping her hard across her buttocks when, with the initial shock, she breaks off from eating Ashley's bum. "Keep eating that asshole, Fiona!" I tell her, spanking her some more. "You're meant to be doing something nice for your little friend!" Fiona flicks her slender tongue rapidly across Ashley's asshole, making it spasm. Ashley gasps for air in between sucking and slurping on Camilla's pussy. Camilla's head is thrown back, her eyes shut tight. With the Vaseline, the dildo slides easily in and out of Fiona's asshole. I reach down and start to gently massage her clit, lubricating it with the juices from her wet pussy. We find our rhythm, Fiona bucking her bum back onto the dildo while grinding her pussy against my fingers, her face still buried in Ashley's ass. "You like this, don't you, Fiona?" I ask rhetorically, whispering into her ear, "You like being fucked in the arse, you like eating your girlfriend's little arsehole, you dirty little slut. What would Miss Grayling say if she could see you? You belong to us now. You'll do whatever we say because if you don't, we'll tell everyone what a dirty little slut you are." "What's more Fiona, I'm going to make you enjoy being my slave. I know you enjoy this, dirty little pony girl. Well, I'm going to make you need it. I'm going to take you way beyond anything Grayling did to you. I'm going to make you come so hard that you'll need me to humiliate you because it turns you on so much." I'm getting carried away and being crueller to Fiona than I intended but then I didn't expect her to be so into it and it excites me to see how much humiliation turns her on: that's how you dominate people, I realise, that's how Grayling rules over The Ring: not by scaring them but by making them enjoy being dominated, making them need it. I can see Camilla building to a peak, forcing Ashley's face right down into her pussy, making her suck on her clit. I start fucking Fiona hard up the bum, tickling her clit with two fingers. Fiona's gasping and spluttering into Ashley's bum. Camilla arches her back up, grinding her pussy into Ashley's frantically sucking little mouth. I flicker my fingers back and forth as fast as I can across Fiona's hot, engorged clit as she bounces her bum back and forth hard off the dildo. They come together, Camilla moaning loudly, pulling on Ashley's blonde hair, Fiona lifting her head up, a high, almost plaintive wail sounding from her mouth as I slow right down on her clit, prolonging her orgasm, working the dildo in and out of her bum in long, slow strokes. Ashley's trapped in the middle, Camilla smearing her pussy juices all over her face, Fiona drooling all over her arse. We're all dripping with sweat and for a few seconds, we just rest, gasping for breath as I prop myself up on Fiona's back and Camilla strokes Ashley once more behind her ears. "Well done Ashley, you're a good little pony," purrs Camilla "How did you learn to eat pussy like that?" Ashley, her face smeared with sweat and dirt and now Camilla's pussy juices, blushes. Camilla lifts Ashley to her feet with the reins. She pops the bit back in Ashley's mouth, unfastens the saddle from Ashley's back, letting it fall to the floor and detaches the reins from the harness. Ashley wobbles on her feet, still catching her breath. Camilla ties Ashley's hands together with the reins then throws the ends over a beam, tying it round Ashley's wrists once more so she's almost suspended, balancing on her tiptoes with her arms stretched up above her head. "A promise is a promise, Ashley," says Camilla, stroking Ashley on the cheek. "You made me come, so now you get to come." She slips her hand round the back of Ashley's head, lifting her face up and kisses her hard on the mouth, sucking Ashley's tongue into her own mouth, no doubt tasting her own pussy. She starts massaging Ashley's breasts, running her fingers over Ashley's nipples, gently pulling on them. After a few minutes, Camilla slides her hand down Ashley's stomach and begins gently fingering her swollen, clit, rubbing it with juices from her soaking pussy. I pull Fiona back and push her in to a kneeling position so she can watch, using the reins to tie her arms to her feet, behind her back. "Suck it clean," I say, sliding the dildo in and out of her mouth, making her clean it off. Camilla is strapping on a large, white dildo which she slides gently into Ashley's pussy, making her whimper again. Ashley wraps her legs round Camilla who puts her hands on her waist and bounces her gently on the dildo, thrusting her well-toned hips in and out. I take my dildo, still strapped on and wet with Fiona's saliva and slide it into Ashley's ass. She grunts, a guttural 'Uh' sound from deep within her diaphragm but she keeps bouncing gently up and down on the dildos now filling both her holes. I reach round and start rubbing her clit. She moans, sounding like a crazed animal through the bit in her mouth and with my fingers, I can feel her pussy clenching around the dildo Camilla has in her. I pull out of Ashley's ass and untie Fiona, leading her over and have her suck on Ashley's clit; it's an awkward position, craning her neck over Camilla's leg but Camilla holds her up by her hair and she just about manages it while I ease back into Ashley's bum. With the three of us working on her, Ashley comes quickly, squealing at the top of her lungs and squirting juices all over Fiona's face. Camilla unties Ashley and has her suck her pussy juices off the dildo while I make Fiona suck the one from Ashley's bum clean again. "There's just one thing left," I announce. "I haven't come yet" I take the harnesses off Fiona and Ashley. Holding them by the hair, I make them take turns eating me out until I get Fiona's head between my legs, her face buried in my pussy, sticking her tongue right up inside and Ashley sucking on my clit, flicking her tongue over the tip as she draws it into her pursed little lips. Camilla fingers their asses, pussies and clits and expertly brings them up to a final, gentle little orgasm just as I'm starting to build to mine. I come in ripples spreading across my body, my stomach spasming as I rub my juices across both their faces. After it's finished we make Ashley and Fiona stand naked in front of us with their hands on their heads, sticky with sweat and our and each other's juices as we tell them how it's going to be from now on. Epilogue Slowly, carefully, I dress myself for Friday night. Black lacy bra first, scooping my breasts, slightly larger now, I'm sure, into the cups. Then a silky, black thong, pulling the straps up over my thighs and the thong onto my shaven pussy. I like the way the strap feels between my buttocks. I pull my tights on and sticking my fingers between the weave, tear a little rip over my right thigh. A decent pair of fishnets ruined but it's all for a good cause. Tartan miniskirt next, then a cut-off UK Subs T-shirt; more like a pelmet, cleavage poking out the top, midriff on display below. I push in my nose ring, then make up, carefully applying my black lipstick and eye-shadow, teasing mascara into my lashes. DMs and vinyl jacket on and I'm ready to leave the house. I stick my head out of my door. I can hear Dad on the phone in his music room. "What do you mean he wants 50%? No...tell him to fuck off! Did he fuck write half the lyrics...one, two lines at most. Tell him if he doesn't like it, I'll replace him with a drum machine!" In the lounge, Cindy's sat watching her own show, giggling at the scripted highlights of her own life. I slip out the front door and into the rain. Walking down the street, I wish I had more than my thin vinyl jacket to keep the cold and the rain out. I think about Camilla, sunning herself in Thailand, lucky bitch. She was helping to build an orphanage until the nuns running the project realised she'd made half the volunteers into her personal sex slaves. People were collapsing in the heat because they'd been fucking all night. Now Camilla's contenting herself with corrupting half the youth of south-east Asia. The wind blows the rain into my hair and down my collar. Good, it'll help me look even more bedraggled and woe begotten. I pass the church hall where The Ring meet and smile, shaking my head. I haven't been for ages. Fiona enrolled on a Master's course at Roehampton in order to be with her new mistress, Ashley and we had them set up a campus branch of The Ring. Once we had our own regular supply of suggestible, obedient playthings, there didn't seem much point going back onto Grayling's territory. Lately, it hasn't been enough for me. I don't know if it's because Camilla's away or maybe I just miss the challenge of seduction but I'm bored with Ashley and Fiona's supine recruits. I stop outside the house, my head instinctively sinking down into my neck, away from the rain. I wipe my lipstick across my face with the back of my hand and rub mascara down onto my cheeks before giving my eyes a good rub with my knuckles, making them all red like I've been crying. I ruffle my hair up and pull the vodka bottle from my bag, having a good gargle, making sure my breath smells of booze before spitting it all down my T-shirt to complete the look. Ditching the vodka bottle in the bin, I practise crying and satisfied I've got it right, approach the house and knock on the door. It's answered quickly and as the door opens, I start choking up on cue. "Miss Grayling, I need to see you. I've been a very bad girl."