4 comments/ 83115 views/ 16 favorites Sarah's Party By: 0131aj Sarah was just so glad to be home. It struck her that at moment that she now thought of the States as her home rather than where she had been born and brought up in the UK but, after what she had endured during her latest visit there, she was glad to see Mary's smiling face waiting for her at the Arrivals gate. Her flat mate was actually very excited to see her, even more than Sarah would have imagined, but she didn't know what the other woman had planned for her. Her friend explained that she was throwing a "Welcome Home" party in her honour that evening and that they had to hurry home to get ready. Sarah would have been happy just to relax and have a long soak in the bath but Mary seemed so excited that she didn't feel she could say anything without seeming to be ungrateful. Even when Mary told her it was a fancy dress party and that she had organised Sarah's costume, she was too tired to hear the alarm bells ringing in her head. As soon as they reached home Mary told her to leave her unpacking for later and to come to her room. Just going with the flow, Sarah was shocked when she made her way along the hall to her flatmate's room and saw that Mary was already changing. She was even more shocked when she saw her own costume lying on the bed. "I can't wear that, Mary; it's almost obscene. And yours isn't much better." "Oh, don't worry, Sarah; it will be fine. All the girls are going to dress the same way and the boys are going to wear "Billy Bunter" type uniforms too so we'll all look ridiculous." That wasn't really much comfort for the young teacher but she was too tired to argue. She lifted her "costume" from Mary's bed, politely but firmly refusing her friend's offer to help her change, and made her way back down the hall to her own bedroom. When she saw the bed looking so invitingly at her she could quite easily have crawled under the covers and gone to sleep but Mary was calling on her to hurry up and she knew she should try to enter into the spirit of things. After all, the party was for her and her friends had obviously gone to some effort to arrange things. She stripped off the jeans and T-shirt she had chosen to travel in this time, as much for security as for comfort. Mary had even chosen underwear for her so she reached behind herself to open the clasp on her bra, before letting the straps slide down her arms, throwing it on the bed with the rest of her clothes. Her panties came next. Tucking her thumbs into the waistband, she slid them down her slender legs and stepped out of them as they fell to the floor. Leaving them lying there, she knew that, party or no party, she needed a shower. Wrapping herself in her dressing gown, she opened the door and crossed the hall to the bathroom. The last thing on Mary's mind was the party. She had used the time Sara was away to good effect and as she sat at her laptop, she watched as her sexy but unaware friend stripped off her clothes. Mary had had some very strategically placed and very tiny cameras installed all around the house and now they were being put to use for the very first time. As Sarah bent over to step out of her white panties, her flatmate was staring at her friend's round cheeks and knew she was going to enjoy seeing them again later. When Sarah left her used panties on the floor and headed for the shower, a new idea came to Mary's mind. Her own hand was already buried deep in her own knickers but wondered how it would feel to be masturbating with a pair of Sarah's freshly worn panties spread across her face. Dare she risk going into her flatmate's room and stealing those panties off the floor? Of course she could. As she watched her friend enter the bathroom on her laptop, she sneaked out of her room and along the hall to Sarah's. She pushed open the door and there they were, lying on the floor, just where her flatmate had dropped them. Mary snatched them without a moment's hesitation and rushed back to her own room. She sat back down at her desk and watched as Sarah stepped into the shower. She was slightly disappointed that she hadn't been there to watch her friend sit on the toilet but her worn panties were more than adequate compensation and there would be many, many future opportunities to watch her flat mate in her most intimate moments. As Sarah stepped under the water she couldn't have known that Mary was lifting her panties to her face and sniffing them, holding the crotch to her nose so that she could smell her friend's very own musky scent. As Sarah let the water run over her tired body she couldn't have known that Mary was wishing it was her tongue which was covering every inch of her friend's body. As Sarah began to soap her breasts she couldn't have known that Mary was wishing it were her hands that were playing with her friend's breasts, covering them with kisses instead of suds. And as Sarah reached down to wash between her legs she couldn't have known that Mary's hand was between her own legs, rubbing herself to orgasm as she watched her friend wash her pussy. It took Mary quite some time to recover from her orgasm but she was able to do so in a heightened sense of sexual release as she savoured the vision on the screen and savoured the aroma from her friend's panties. She knew that Sarah had had a long flight and wouldn't have changed her underwear since leaving her mother's house so the smell was very strong, very intoxicating and very Sarah. Mary vowed that this would not be the last time that she would steal her flatmate's panties but then another delicious though entered her head. Standing up, she slipped her own panties down her tanned legs, stepped out of them and grabbed the ones she had stolen from her close friend. She had a lovely sense of wickedness as she drew on Sarah's white panties and almost shivered as the tiny crotch rested against her sensitive pussy, just as it had done a short time ago against Sarah's. Refreshed from her shower, Sarah made her way back to her bedroom, briefly noticing that her door was slightly open when she was sure she had closed it, but totally unaware of the missing panties that her flatmate was now wearing. Mary looked on again as Sarah appeared on the screen and slid off her dressing gown. She was practically purring in anticipation as she watched her friend's naked body shiver slightly. Sarah was shivering from the cool air but also from the idea of wearing the costume Mary had prepared for her. Taking a deep breath, telling herself not to be so uptight and to get into the spirit of things, she began to get dressed. She smiled to herself as she pulled on the white, cotton bikini style panties, cut full over her round cheeks, and a matching bra, a size too small so that even her small breasts formed a cleavage that she realised she quite liked. Next some white, cotton knee-high socks and a short, red tartan skirt. Sarah had never taught in a Catholic school but she wondered how the male teachers were able to concentrate on teaching if the girls all dressed as slutty as this. Finally, she slipped on some black court shoes and looked at herself in the mirror. If the party wasn't being held in her own home, she would never have dared to go outside dressed like this but Mary had looked just as naughty in her own outfit and had assured Sarah that all the girls would be wearing something similar. Feeling very self conscious, she opened her door and started to go downstairs to see if there was anything she could do to help. She was surprised when she heard Mary's own bedroom door open behind her and she turned back a step. Her flatmate was looking a bit flushed but she squealed in delight when she saw her friend now dressed as the innocent schoolgirl. Pulling her back into her own bedroom, Mary sat her at the dressing table and said she wanted to apply the finishing touches herself. Looking through Sarah's make-up for a few moments, she picked some up and began to apply it in a way that Sarah herself would never have thought of - a hint of rouge to suggest a teenager's cheeks, a chaste shade of pink lipstick, and eyeliner carefully applied to give the young teacher a much younger, wide-eyed look. As a final touch, she brushed her friend's long black hair and braided it into pigtails, which almost made Sarah laugh out loud. Both of them now giggling like the schoolgirls they were dressed as, they made their way downstairs, hand in hand, and prepared to welcome their guests. The first arrivals were friends of Mary's, a man and a woman, both Sarah was relieved to see, dressed as Mary had promised. The man had even managed to find some authentic looking short trousers which stretched across his adult thighs. As more and more people arrived and the party began to get into full swing, Sarah realised the guests were primarily Mary's friends. She knew a few of them but only through her flatmate and began to wonder if there was no-one from her own circle coming to the party. After a few glasses of wine, however, it no longer seemed to matter and she began to relax. Just as everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, Mary turned off the music and asked for everyone's attention. She asked them all to make their way into the living room and to gather around the TV, since she was about to play the film that she had promised everyone. Sarah didn't know anything about this but followed the crowd moving though to the other room and somehow managed to find a seat in the middle of the couch facing the TV. Mary smiled at her and promised that she was about to see why she was the centre of attention. As the pictured came into focus on the huge screen, Sarah looked at her friend, mystified. The film seemed to be some amateur production, probably captured on a small digital camera, and looked as if it had been done on board a plane. What she saw next shocked Sarah to her very core. Lying across the seat on the plane was a woman with her eyes closed, one hand playing with her nipples, the other plunging in and out of her soaking wet pussy. As the camera momentarily moved to the woman's face, the guests were left in no doubt as to who the woman was; Sarah had no doubt either because the woman was herself and the film had been recorded on her flight back to the UK by her brother. There were gasps all around and more than a few sniggers as she pleaded with her friend to switch it off. Surprisingly, and to more than a few groans of displeasure from the assembled guests, Mary did as her friend had requested. "Where did you get that?" Sarah managed to ask. "Your brother sent it. Sandy must have got our phone number from your mother because he called me the other day and asked for my email address. I didn't know what he was sending but he insisted it would be worth my while." "But why are you playing it now, in front of all these people?" Sarah didn't understand any of this and would have been furious with her flatmate if she hadn't been so ashamed of what everyone had just seen her on-screen self do. "I'm sorry, Sarah, really I am. He threatened that if I didn't show this to everyone he would send it to your Headmaster and Board of Governors at the school." Sarah didn't think her friend looked very sorry; in fact, she looked as if she was thoroughly enjoying herself. She couldn't have known that Mary's pussy juices were at that very moment flooding her panties, the same ones she had stolen from Sarah's bedroom floor. "Well you've shown it now. Everyone has seen what a slut I am. I don't suppose he mentioned to you that I was fast asleep when I did that and was having some sort of sleepwalking experience? No, I didn't think so. Well, enough is enough. Party's over everyone. Time to go home." Amidst a chorus of disapproval, Sarah tried to stand up but realised for the first time that there was a man on either side of her on the couch and each of them had taken a firm hold of her by the arm. "I'm afraid not, Sarah. Sandy also told me about how you had been spanked by your mother and how excited he had been by you being punished across her knee. Now he wants to see you spanked again and he wants us to record it. If we don't agree then this film goes straight to your employers." Sarah couldn't believe what she was hearing. She thought she had escaped the clutches of her evil brother but his reach seemed to still have a hold of her, even at this great distance. "You can't be serious, Mary. You're going to spank me in front of all these people and record it for my brother?" "Well, yes and no; yes, we're going to record it but no, I'm not going to spank you. We all are." Sarah nearly collapsed at these words but there was a ripple of anticipation among the guests as they all started to look forward to spanking their schoolgirl victim. She looked around in fear and humiliation when she realised it wasn't only the men who were looking down at her with hunger in their eyes. "Just one more thing, Sarah. Sandy insisted that you were naked for your spanking so I think the best way to do this is for us all to go through to the kitchen and bend you over the table. Sarah felt herself standing, almost in a daze, as she allowed herself to be lifted to her feet by the two men holding her, two men she barely recognised. Mary felt slightly guilty at what she was about to put her friend through; even Sandy hadn't asked for Sarah to be naked, that was her idea. But ever since the first phone call from Sarah's brother, she had been anticipating this moment. The crowd moved through to the kitchen and Mary watched them form a deep circle around her flatmate who stood there in the centre of the room, trembling. She smiled as she watched the colour drain from Sarah's face but didn't rush to start proceedings. She wanted her friend to think about what was about to happen to her and Sarah was indeed doing just that; she could think of nothing else except the fact that she was about to be naked in front of a large group of people once again and, even worse, they were then going to spank her. As Mary made her way to the front of the guests, Sarah could not even look her in the eye. She was sure Mary was only doing this because Sandy was forcing her to but she couldn't help but wonder if there was a part of her flatmate which was enjoying being coerced in this way. When Mary stood in front of her and forced her to look up by lifting her chin, Sarah's eyes were filled with tears. She found no compassion in her friend's, however; instead she noticed that Mary was holding a black, velvet blindfold. Her eyes widened at the sight but she could do nothing, still being held by the two men, when Mary walked behind her and slipped the blindfold over her eyes. Tying it behind her head, her flatmate had blinded her and Sarah could not prevent a small moan of terror escaping her lips. Nothing happened for a few moments, as Mary seemed to be surveying her handiwork but then she reached with both hands to Sarah's shoulders, squeezing her gently, causing her captive to shiver in alarm. Softly lifting her friend's pigtails, she kissed Sarah on the neck and whispered to her. "Be a good girl, Sarah, and do as you're told." By this point, Sarah isn't sure if it was worse to be blindfolded or to be able to see what was happening to her. Every other sense seemed to have been accentuated by her temporary blindness and she listened intently, trying to decipher the source of the small noises she heard, who was making them, what they were doing. The next thing she became aware of was a touch on her neck. She was sure it was Mary; she was so close she could smell her perfume but there was another underlying scent there, one that Sarah knew very well. The aroma of a woman's arousal was intoxicating, especially blindfolded as she was; the only question was whether the arousal was Mary's or her own. Unable to see her, she felt Mary reach around her body and begin to undo the buttons on her blouse. She heard the guests all move round until they were standing on front of her as she shuddered at the thought of being undressed in front of all these people. She could feel the weight of their eyes on her body, on her breasts, on her flushed skin as she trembled before them. As Mary's hands reached the lowest button and began to pull the blouse from her short skirt, she heard herself sob as her friend slid it very slowly off her shoulders and down her arms. She stood there helpless, cursing Sandy under her breath once again, and heard the silence in the room as the guests all stared at her bra-covered breasts. Mary ran her soft hands over her flatmate's tingling body as Sarah's breath became more laboured and she knew she was becoming aroused by the unwelcome touch of her friend. "Oh no, Mary, please, don't." "I have to, Sarah, or your brother will send that file to the Headmaster. Believe me, I wouldn't do this if I didn't have to but you know what he's like." Sarah did indeed know how manipulative Sandy could be but she still wasn't convinced that Mary wasn't enjoying every minute of her humiliation. She was sure she heard a chuckle as her friend spoke to her but this thought was banished from her mind when Mary opened the clasp of her too-small bra and allowed it to fall to the floor. Suddenly, she felt the cold air on her small breasts and she knew that her nipples had stiffened. It wasn't the cold, though, that had had that effect; she knew her sensitive nipples were straining under the gaze of their assembled guests, guests she couldn't even see. She knew she was naked from the waist up. She knew that everyone was looking at her and, worst of all, she knew they weren't finished yet. She was right. Mary's insistent hands had now moved to the waistband of her school skirt and had opened it. As she moaned aloud, her flatmate pulled it down over her hips and let it drop to the floor until it fell around her ankles. She stood there in only her white cotton panties, white cotton socks and black leather shoes. She longed to cover her breasts, her nakedness, but each time she tried her hands were pulled down to her sides. She was ashamed and humiliated, aware that everyone else in the room was looking at her and enjoying the show. Sarah next became aware of her flatmate's hands sliding up her legs and cupping her bottom cheeks, squeezing them, fondling them. She sensed Mary kneeling down behind her, felt her warm breath on her back, then shuddered as she realised what was going to happen next. She felt Mary place her soft hands on her hips, right at the waistband of her panties, then heard herself moaning in shame again as the other woman slipped her thumbs under the waistband and began to pull those virginal white panties down. Sarah wasn't sure what she was more ashamed of, the baldness of her pussy, the gasps from the assembled guests or the moistness that she was sure would be evident to Mary as her panties traveled down to join her skirt around her ankles. "Lift your foot, Sarah." She did as she was told, obediently stepping out of her panties. Out of her skirt, and stood there, dressed only in her knee-high white socks and black shoes. She listened as Mary picked up her clothes and threw them to the guests, the men cheering as they playfully fought for her wet panties. She heard the commotion the men were making but she couldn't know what they were doing. Instead she concentrated as Mary took her by the arm and led her to the kitchen table, pushing her forward, the hard wood pressed against the soft skin of her thighs. With a loud sob, she lowered her face to the table top. As she did this, she could feel the cool air on her tightest hole and knew that both it and her pussy were fully displayed. Her sensitive nipples were rubbing on the table and she waited in fear for what was about to happen to her, even more ashamed than when her mother had spanked her so recently. As she began to cry her flatmate motioned the first guest forward until they stood, one at each side of their trembling victim, about to deliver her punishment. Sarah's Party Blind to all of this, Sarah suddenly had a flashback to the last time she had been spanked in a schoolgirl uniform and just how unfair that had been too. Part 2 Sarah had always been bullied at school. Even now, when she had finally turned eighteen, she was still the youngest in her class and she wondered if that was part of the reason she had always borne the brunt of her classmates' cruel taunts and vicious pranks. Today had been the most humiliating experience of her life, up to that point, and she thought it couldn't ever get worse. Little did she know. She had been last to leave the showers after gym class this morning; not surprising, really, since she had been the last to get in. The other girls had all left her to tidy away the equipment and she knew better than to not do as she was told. When she dried herself with her towel, wrapped it around herself and made her way to her locker, she was quite surprised that some of the girls were actually smiling at her; had she finally been accepted into their group? No such luck. As she neared her locker, she stopped in her tracks as she noticed it was lying open. Approaching it with increasing dread, she pulled back the door and her worst nightmare came true: her clothes were missing, stolen, every single item, even her panties. She looked round in dismay as the other girls gathered round her, tears welling up in her eyes, but tried to be brave, tried to laugh off the situation. "Has anyone seen my clothes? Please. I can take a joke as much as anyone but you all know how much trouble I'll get into if I'm late for class." The rest of the girls all looked to Nicola, their leader. "I think I saw the janitor take them. Maybe he had to clean them; you didn't have an accident did you? Or maybe he just wanted to play with your panties. He went out that door." Sarah heard the other girls giggling at Nicola's words while her cheeks reddened. She had not "had an accident" since she was a toddler and she didn't understand why a grown man would want to "play with her panties" but the ideas seemed to amuse the other girls and this served only to embarrass her further. She pushed her way through the girls and made her way to the door at the back of the locker room which she knew led to the janitor's office across the hall. She took one last look at the girls who seemed to be nodding at her, encouraging her to go out that way. Pulling open the door, she stuck her head round it and looked out into the empty corridor. Just as she thought it was going to be all right, she felt a hand push her in the back and she was thrown out into the hall. Even worse, someone had grabbed her towel and, as her hands automatically reached out to stop herself from falling flat on her face, her only protection was whipped away from her. Now she sat there, naked, the door slammed shut behind her and she didn't know what to do. Her only thought was to get out of there, to run to the janitor's office, even if she was naked, and retrieve her clothes. She still hadn't thought to ask herself why he would have them in the first place. But then the bell rang. She knew what was about to happen and she sprang to her feet, banging on the door, begging to be let in. She heard the others laughing, telling her the door was stuck and she would have to run round to the other one, at least one hundred yards away. Then the full impact of the girls' actions hit her. All along the corridor doors burst open and students and teachers came out to find a naked Sarah cringing before them. Her blood ran cold as another crowd gathered round her, cheering and applauding her naked body. She thought she was going to die of embarrassment; she wanted to die, but she knew that the only escape, the only way to hide from their hungry eyes was to somehow reach the other door. Her eyes were blurred with fresh tears as she started running and burst into the crowd. They were not in the least bit interested, however, in allowing her to push a way through them and, although she recognised them as the boys from her year, she was unable to identify the hands that reached out and touched her, fondled her, stroked her in ways that terrified her and excited her at the same time. Finally she burst through and threw herself at the locker room door. The other girls had left, obviously through the door that was supposedly stuck, so she made her way to her locker, hoping that at the very least, her towel would be there. Instead, she found her clothes hanging there, exactly as she had left them an hour before. The janitor story had been a lie; she had been tricked again, used again for others' entertainment and she longed for the day she could leave this hateful school. She quickly got dressed, and ran to her next class. Ignoring the stares and taunts of the boys still loitering in the corridor, she took her seat at the back of the class, earning herself a stern look of disapproval from the teacher as she opened her books. She had always tried to be a good student and had always felt safest during class time. That, however, was about to change. A few moments later the door burst wide open and a very angry Headmaster strode into the room. Taking up a position in front of the teacher's desk he spoke quietly for a few moments to the teacher before turning to face the girls. He very rarely left his office but he was a huge mountain of a man and every one of the girls quivered a little at his blazing eyes and fierce reputation. "Earlier today, the boys from this year were faced with the shameful appearance of a girl from this class running through the corridor naked. Would that girl come to the front of the class, now?!" There were shocked looks on the faces of the girls who had not been present at Sarah's humiliation but there were also some smiles from those who had been there. They knew that it was not they who were in trouble but their victim, as Sarah slowly rose to her feet and made her way to the Headmaster's side. "Well, girl, what have you got to say for yourself? Is there any reason why I should not punish you right here, right now?" Sarah hung her head in shame, too afraid to inform on her classmates, too afraid of the unsympathetic look on the Headmaster's face and too afraid of what he might mean by threatening to punish her in front of the other girls. When she didn't answer, the enraged Headmaster ordered the teacher out of her chair and dragged it round the desk, sitting down on it, facing the class. "Lie down across my lap, whatever your name is. I will not have that sort of behaviour in my school. I don't care if you are eighteen; if you are going to behave like a slut, then you are going to be treated like a slut." Sarah couldn't believe what she had just heard. Lie down across his lap? No way! What was he going to do? Spank her? That was just ridiculous; she hadn't been spanked since she was a little girl and she certainly didn't want to be spanked in front of everyone else. Impatient with her hesitation, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her down across his knees in one swift movement. She fell forward and, as she did so, her short skirt flew up high, revealing the big white panties that the school insisted all the girls wore. Even though her knickers were exposed, for once she was glad they were so big and that they covered her round cheeks. Unfortunately they didn't stay covered for very long. As the Headmaster pulled her right arm up her back to hold her in place with his powerful left arm, he simply tore her white panties from her young body, revealing her bottom to the whole class. She heard shocked gasps as well as more than a few giggles and she hung her head, embarrassed, her face as red as her bottom was about to be. She struggled to free herself but the more she did so, the higher the Headmaster pulled her arm up her back until she thought it was going to break. She knew every single girl in the class (and the teacher too, since she had moved round from behind her desk to enjoy the view) had a clear view of her pale round cheeks and she shuddered at the thought that they might also be able to see her pussy between her legs. With that thought, she stopped struggling and held her legs closed tightly together. "Let this be a lesson to all you girls. You may be preparing to leave this school; you may think you are all adults now but I will not tolerate sluts in my school. Ever!" At that, Sarah felt his big hand come down on her for the first time. She had known what was about to happen but the suddenness of it, the force of it, the sting it left behind, caused her to let out an almighty scream which shocked the whole class. The Headmaster, however, was used to spanking schoolgirls and he instructed Sarah's teacher to pick up her torn panties from the floor where he had dropped them. Following his instructions, the shy teacher turned them inside out and forced them into the poor girl's wide open mouth. If Sarah had been shocked by the pain from the first smack, she was embarrassed beyond belief to know that the strange taste in her mouth now was her own juices, the teacher having ensured the crotch of her knickers was resting against her tongue, just as it had been resting against her pussy. She didn't have long to think about this because as soon as she was gagged the spanking began again. This time it was her other cheek, her left one, which felt the white hot pain and, no matter what she was showing to the other girls, she knew she had to try to escape this punishment. She kicked and struggled for all she was worth, her legs opening, her pussy showing, but all she could think of was how to avoid the Headmaster's strong hand as he rained a barrage of stinging blows down onto her poor cheeks. But she was going nowhere; his grip seemed to tighten the more she struggled. Time and again he struck her, and all she could do was endure it, tears welling up in her eyes, as much from the humiliation as from the physical pain. She tried to spit out her panties-gag and eventually succeeded, pleading with him, begging him to stop but his only answer was to force her up even higher, landing a few slaps on her upper thighs to increase the strength of her punishment. She cried out, as the Headmaster seemed to find his rhythm, spanking each cheek once, then the other, before returning to the first. This routine was interspersed only with the occasional slap on her thighs and Sarah finally stopped struggling, succumbing to her fate. It was then that a new horror enveloped her. As she lay there, her cheeks reddening with every slap, defeated, naked, ashamed, she began to feel something else, something which she would never have believed possible. She was becoming wet! A new wave of humiliation washed over her as her own body began to betray her, as the spanking continued, as her breathing became more and more shallow, as the fire in her cheeks was matched by the fire between her legs. "Please don't let this happen," she begged herself, silently, terrified that her shame was about to be compounded by her most intimate release. Almost as if he could read her mind, The Headmaster stopped spanking for a moment and, wrapping his right leg round her left one, he pulled her legs apart. Again she tried to fight him but the more she struggled the easier it seemed to be for him to open her legs. Somewhere in her tortured mind she realised that she was being opened up to the whole class but still she continued to writhe about on his lap. Eventually, however, she stopped, hanging her head in shame, defeated, very much aware that every girl in her class was staring at her upturned bottom and innocent pussy. Her cheeks burned red from their spanking and the moisture on her lips was all too obvious to her shocked audience. She knew her clit was swollen; she could feel it, she could feel it throbbing and she could feel the Headmaster's hand as it brushed against it. Her body was trembling at the slightest touch, her breathing coming fast and laboured. She couldn't see the Headmaster grin but she was sure he was as he continued to stroke her most intimate parts, tutting his disapproval, branding her a "Slut," a "Whore" and, even worse, a "Cock Tease." "Oh, God, No!" she pleaded with her body but there was no mistake what the Headmaster now intended and there was no doubt that Sarah was going to do just as he wanted. Her clit throbbed with desire as she began to bounce on his lap, making an absolute spectacle of herself in front of the whole class. Her tears fell freely now but her humiliation was matched by her lust and she knew this was finally going to happen. She was finally going to have the kind of orgasm she had only ever read about and she was going to have it across the Headmaster's lap, in front of her teacher and the rest of the girls. Suddenly her head reared up and she screamed out in pleasure rather than pain. The very thing she wanted so much, the very thing she had been doing her utmost to prevent, washed over her like a wave and her body shuddered across the Headmaster's knees as he continued to play with her throughout her orgasm. Finally he stopped but she could do nothing but lie there on his lap, her pussy still exposed to the girls' astonished looks, her own eyes shut tight out of exhaustion and shame. She could hear the whispers and giggles from the other girls behind her as they still couldn't believe what they had just been witness to. The Headmaster lifted her off his lap, fondling her red cheeks one last time, then stood her up. Her teacher led her back to her desk and she sat down gingerly, relieved to feel the cold wood against her burning pussy but wincing as she felt the pressure on her punished bottom, her ruined panties nowhere to be seen. She was so ashamed. Not only had she been spanked in public on her naked bottom, not only had her pussy been exposed to all the girls in her class, but she had been made to cum in front of them all! They all turned their heads to stare at her, some convinced that she was a slut after all, others secretly wishing they had been in her position. Part 3 And now it was about to happen all over again. Once again, she was about to be spanked in front of a group of people; once again she was being unfairly treated but this time it was even worse. This time she was a grown woman, this time she was totally naked, this time she was being held across her own kitchen table and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She felt humiliated as a grown woman being forced into this position. Here she was in her own house, her own kitchen; her she was leaning over the large wooden kitchen table, waiting to be spanked, waiting to be spanked like a naughty schoolgirl and she felt her tears drop beneath her blindfold. She also felt her sensitive nipples pressing against the hard table which only served to remind her how shameful her position was. She was struck again by how unfair all of this was and tried to turn her head once more to face her flatmate, even if she couldn't see her, and to protest her innocence but Mary simply pressed down on her back and told her to stay where she was. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can let you go," whispered her friend into her ear but Sarah was sure there was still a smile in Mary's voice. With that, Sarah resigned herself to what was about to happen but that resignation caused her to remember all the others in the room and she started to squirm under the collective gaze of the assembled guests, especially when she felt Mary's soft hand move up her toned legs, up her legs and over her cheeks, first one, then the other. "Are you ready for your punishment, Sarah?" she asked as her hand rubbed between her friend's captive thighs. "Yes," Sarah whispered, almost to herself. If she could just get this over with then she would escape this crowd, escape this kitchen and get dressed before she escaped this house, never to return. She could feel herself blushing furiously under her blindfold, happy only that her long hair falling over her face would hide the signs of the embarrassment she was feeling from their friends. In her present position, she knew her face was all she could hide from them. She shuddered anew in her humiliation as her mind seemed to focus on that humiliation, the humiliation caused by the fact that they could all see her pussy lips between her legs and perhaps even her dirtiest hole between her cheeks. The poor teacher clenched her bottom cheeks, trying to hide her hole but this was met by the first smack which seemed to echo around the room. Sarah gasped and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out loud. She would never have believed that Mary would have stuck her so hard but maybe it wasn't even Mary. Maybe it was one of the guests taking the first go in her prescribed group spanking. She heard some cruel laughs behind her and wondered if they were laughing at the sight of her cheeks wobbling under the first blow or at the red imprint that had surely been left by such a vicious blow. She didn't have long to think about it as another smack soon followed and she could feel her bottom heating up, imagining there must be now be a matching hand print on her other cheek, wondering what sort of state her pale skin would be in by the time they were finished with her. A few sounds behind her made her realise that the guests were now lining up to take their turn and she didn't even know if she was about to be spanked by a man or a woman next. "Spread your legs, Sarah," said her flatmate, still friendly, still kindly, but Sarah was sobbing now for she knew being kind was the last thing Mary was being. This was confirmed when she felt another hand deliver another smack. Sarah could feel her cheeks wobbling with the force of each slap but felt even worse, even more ashamed, when she felt her ankles being grabbed by two unseen assailants, pulling her open wider, wide enough for them all to see everything. She felt a woman's tender hand (Mary's? She didn't know) stroke her smooth thighs almost gently before spanking her at the top of her legs. If she thought that was bad, there was even worse to follow. Again she felt soft hands slide up inner thighs and slap, then again, only this time lightly against her already swollen lips Sarah couldn't help but cry out now as another smack rained down, harder this time and directly on to her dripping pussy. She tried to struggle, wriggling her hips to escape but the hands holding her down, holding her open, were too strong for her. For a moment the spanking stopped but Sarah thought it was even worse when she felt another woman slide two fingers along her pussy and pulled them back soaking wet, holding them up to the guests before holding them under Sarah's own nose. She couldn't see any of this, of course, but she heard Mary proclaim her to be a slut, she heard the guests cheering and she could smell her own arousal when her flatmate held them under her nose, inviting her to smell. When Sarah tried to turn her head to the side, Mary simply trailed her juice-soaked fingers along her friend's lips and Sarah instinctively stuck out her tongue, tasting herself on her own lips. She couldn't believe she was being treated like this, like a slut, but she knew she couldn't deny the arousal between her legs and, even more embarrassing was the fact that everyone else in the room now knew it too. The louder her flatmate cried out, the harder Mary seemed to want her to be hit. She hadn't believed Sandy when he had insisted how much of a whore her flatmate really was beneath her modest appearance but the more they tormented her friend the more their captive seemed to be turned on. She knew she wasn't doing anything that Sarah hadn't endured before; she knew, also, that her friend was somehow enjoying this. You only had to look at the juices leaking from her pussy to know that; that and the fact that she had never once asked Mary to stop, not since the spanking had begun at least. Sarah's Party In fact, as the spanking continued, and Sarah's cheeks became more and more red, Mary noticed that the two men holding her legs wide apart weren't having to exert too much effort to do so. Sarah seemed to have stopped struggling against them but still kicked out every time a particularly heavy hand landed on her bottom. Mary wasn't complaining, however, as the more her friend tried to kick and the more the men allowed to her to do so, the more of a view Mary got of Sarah's tightest hole. That sight alone was enough to spur her on to greater heights and she continued to urge her guests to continue the spanking even though some of them seemed to be tiring of the spectacle before them. Mary knew she had to introduce something new to the proceedings and she had just the thing. Sarah didn't know what was going on as she felt Mary's hand rise from the small of her back but if she had any thoughts that her punishment was over they were very quickly dispelled. Another hand, a strong hand, a big hand, a man's hand replaced her flatmate's. The spanking, which seemed to have slowed down, picked up speed again and Sarah wept as her poor cheeks were punished even more and her pussy leaked as much as it had ever done. She heard gasps from around the room and wondered what was happening now. She had no way of knowing that Mary had re-entered the kitchen, nor that she carried a thin cane in her right hand. The men holding her down seemed to take a tighter grip on her ankles and wrists and she trembled with dread at the idea of anything worse happening to her. Once again she twisted her head round as if that would help her to discover what was going on but her blindfold was still firmly in place and she could see nothing. She suddenly felt the soft hand that she now knew to be Mary's sliding across her punished cheeks, cupping them and feeling the heat in them. Sarah knew there was no point in pleading with her flatmate; her friend's obsession with Sandy's instruction was all too clear to her now and she rested her head on the table to await her fate. Even this slight acceptance made her feel like a whore, accepting her punishment, accepting her spanking in front of a crowd of people. What was wrong with her? Why was her body betraying her so much that the longer the torment continued, the more her pussy leaked. But that was the last thought she had before she heard a rush of air and felt a sudden stinging pain across both cheeks as Mary used her cane for the very first time. Sarah screamed but she hardly had time to recover from that first blow before her flatmate drew back the cane and struck her four times in quick succession. Sarah was crying real tears beneath her blindfold now. Her bottom hurt with an intensity she had never known before and, at the same time, her pussy leaked as if the pain was turning her on even more. But, worst of all, she knew that it was no longer the pain that was arousing her; it was no longer the shame of being spanked and caned, naked, in her own kitchen that was causing her juices to flow so freely. Mary had not missed her using the toilet before her shower. She had been so tired when she arrived home earlier that she had simply forgotten to "go" and now she realised the urge to do just that was building. She knew she was so incredibly turned on that nothing seemed impossible but the humiliation of pissing in front of all the guests on the kitchen floor was almost more than she could bear. Mary continued with her canning, seeming to enjoy herself once more, encouraged in her efforts by the guests. The strokes kept falling, sometimes alternating cheeks, sometimes landing a few on one and then a few on the other but all Sarah could do was concentrate on not peeing in front of everyone. The more she squirmed, however, the more that Mary and her friends seemed to think she was enjoying it. She'd never pissed herself since she was little, and certainly never whilst bending over the kitchen table, surrounded by friends while her flatmate spanked her. Painful as it was, she tried to ignore the cane and what it was doing to her bottom; instead she focused all her attention on her bladder. She'd not been to the toilet at all in hours and she knew she was fighting a losing battle. Sweat was forming across her forehead and along her upper lip. She began dancing on her toes, within the confines of the men holding her legs apart, and Mary would have sworn she was raising her bottom to meet the cane. Practically dancing on her toes now, she tried to convince her bladder that now would be the very worst time to relieve itself. She would have begged Mary to let her go but something told her that her predicament would only have spurred her friend on to even greater cruelty. But the thought of being naked, the thought of being spanked, the thought of being caned in front of all these people suddenly became too much and, with a final sob, she let go. She threw back her head, in ecstasy and torment at the much needed release and a low moan of pleasure and shame escaped her trembling lips. After what seemed like an hour to the poor woman but was no more than a few minutes, the stream finally slowed and subsided. Her bladder automatically squeezed out the remaining few drops in short spurts and Sarah's cheeks blushed just as red as her bottom did. Mary had stopped immediately when the hot, yellow piss had poured from between her friend's lips, streaming down her legs, soaking the hands of the men holding her legs and pooling on the kitchen floor. "Sarah, you are so bad, so dirty," Mary squeaked, in disgust, in delight, and made sure her designated camera man had captured her friend's ultimate humiliation. Many of the other guests had produced cameras and phones to record the whole incident but Sarah was unaware of that right now. All she could do was try to hide her face behind her hair, too ashamed to face anyone, even if she had been able to see them. If she thought her ordeal was over with this latest humiliation, she was badly mistaken. If she thought her shame would have dismissed her desire, she didn't know her own body. If she thought Mary had had enough, she was about to learn differently. When her friend started to cane her poor cheeks again, Sarah couldn't believe that her flatmate could be so cruel but, even more, she couldn't believe that her body wanted even more satisfaction. She tried to get up once more but was held down more tightly than before. She realised that she wanted to touch her pussy. She realised that she wanted to rub her pussy. She realised that she could never ask the men to allow her to be able to do so. But she knew that the canning was driving her against the hard kitchen table. She began to unconsciously change her position, just slightly, feeling the wood rubbing her clit, even as Mary continued to punish her, even as the final drops of her pee dripped from her lips. Suddenly, unbelievably, her orgasm hit her, and she collapsed, shuddering across the table, crying out in ecstasy, her whole body trembling. Mary could only stop and stare at her friend once again. After she finally came back down to earth, Sarah realised the whole room had gone quiet, her punishment had stopped and her orgasm had stopped. The men had released of her limbs, the ones holding her legs taking the brief respite to wash their hands, and she felt Mary untying her blindfold. "You're nearly finished, Sarah." She almost didn't care what else they did to her. She was exhausted. She was totally humiliated. She never wanted to see any of these people ever again. But Mary had one final thing for the guests to do. Delving into one of the kitchen drawers, she produced a packet of multi-coloured, indelible ink markers and distributed them among her guests. "Choose your colour then sign Sarah's ass where you spanked her. Sandy will have the video as permanent proof of her spanking but I want Sarah to have a reminder too." Sarah didn't need any other sort of reminder. She knew she would never forget this day; the day she was stripped naked in front of her guests; the day she was spanked in front of her guests; the day she pissed herself in front of her guests; and now, the day her guests signed their names on her upturned red cheeks. She had no fight left. She simply lay there, not saying a word, the felt-tipped pens squeaking across her poor bottom, leaving a souvenir that she would never be able to explain to anyone who saw her naked in the near future. When the guests had all left their mark, they simply returned to their food and drink as if nothing had happened to interrupt the party. Thinking that they were finally finished with her, she started to push herself off the table. That was when her flatmate delivered her final instruction. "Sandy wanted me to record you standing in the corner, facing the wall, your hands behind your back, showing off your red bottom like the naughty girl you are. I guess you'd better do as he said."