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Master Telepath: Happy 18th Birthday Party

By Victor Ramierez

 

Bobby looked around the yard; eager to make sure he hadn't missed anything in his cleanup. He and his dad had spent the last few hours pruning the shrubs in the backyard and then he had cut up all the branches and dropped them into the compost bin. He was happy that the yard was neat and tidy; he even secretly enjoyed helping his dad like this, from time to time. He knew it couldn't last forever; he would be going to college soon and then he wouldn't be living here any longer.

"Thanks for the assist," his Dad grinned at him as he raked the last of the twigs and leaves up and dropped them into the bin.

"Not a prob Dad, anything to keep Mum off your back for a while."

"Thanks Son," he grinned knowingly at his son, they both knew this would only quieten Bobby's mother temporarily, but he might even get enough time to watch the game on TV this afternoon, if he was lucky.

Bobby wiped the sweat off his forehead with the hem of his old retro pac-man t-shirt and pulled it up over his head.

"Gonna dive in here for a sec," said Bobby as he flicked his shoes off his feet and made his way to the pool gate.

It was a warm summer afternoon and was the perfect time for a dip in the backyard pool. Bobby dove in, still wearing his shorts, and then came up and broke the surface. He gasped for air and enjoyed the taste of it, the smell of the freshly cut grass, and the blossoms in the air.

Bobby climbed out of the pool, he heard someone cursing in the yard behind theirs, and he glanced over the fence, seeing someone struggling inside one of those garden marquee tents.

He walked out of the pool area and grabbed the can of Pepsi offered to him by his dad.

"What's happening back there?" he asked, pointing at the neighbour's yard.

"It's Jilly's 18th birthday tomorrow, they're having a bit of a party tonight for her friends, Wayne and the family are putting the tent up, I promised I'd help him take it all down tomorrow."

"Oh, Ok. We'll I'm going to go grab a shower, I'm heading out with the guys tonight."

 

Bobby had been hanging out with some friends at the mall that afternoon, before they all went for some pizza. He chatted to some girls who were hanging out there, enjoying the time out in public, playing as a normal guy and leaving his abilities firmly tucked away in the back of his mind. Once everyone had had their fill of pizza, stories, and trying to impress the ladies, they all headed off on their separate ways home. Bobby arrived home around eleven to find that all hell had broken loose in the neighbourhood.

He couldn't believe it. Their backyard looked like a war zone. The fence had been knocked down; some of the Taylor's yard furniture had made its way into their pool, with some of it sitting on the bottom. His dad's freshly cut lawn was all torn up and he could see that many clumsy feet had annihilated the garden.

His dad was speaking to a cop through the hole in the fence, and the cops were out in his street and in the street behind theirs, out the front of the Taylor's house.

His dad finished and turned to walk away, Bobby caught his attention.

"Dad, what the hell happened?" he gestured around disbelievingly at the yard.

"Jilly's party happened," said his dad angrily. "She invited some older college guys, who she thought were cool. They, however, thought this was a frat party and behaved like it. After a few kegs of beer, this was the result."

"What did Mister Taylor say?"

"Wayne is heartbroken son, he couldn't stop them any more than I could. We both called the cops and they've all been carted away, drunk and disorderly."

Bobby could see people standing under the coloured party lights in the Taylor's backyard, unsure of what was happening next. Jilly appeared from inside the house, ignored all the commotion around her, clicked on the stereo and started dancing to the beat of the loud music.

"Oh you're kidding," Bobby's dad spun back around to glare through the hole in his fence. Jilly looked up and waved happily to them as she danced away.

"She doesn't seem too concerned dad?"

"She's a spoilt little bitch; don't tell your mother I said that. She's probably happy this happened so she can post it on facebook or tweet about it or something like that."

Bobby's dad walked away from the back yard and went inside shaking his head angrily.

Bobby followed him in, finding his mother sitting in the kitchen, anxious and upset by all of this.

"It's ok Mum, Dad and Mister Taylor have it sorted out now with the cops," Bobby nodded at her reassuringly as his dad went into the kitchen to pour her a coffee.

"Here you go love," he said handing the mug to her, stroking her hair to calm her nerves. "Wayne's coming over tomorrow and we'll sort the mess out. I could use a hand tomorrow Bob."

"Ok Dad," Bobby said, thinking that he was also going to get his dad an apology from the birthday girl as well.

 

Bobby, his dad and Wayne Taylor had spent the afternoon, along with Paul Taylor, Wayne's 17 year old son, tidying up the James' backyard.

At one point Jilly had come out, stared at them all working, from the safety of her back porch, and then went back inside, giggling to someone on her cell phone.

"How come Jilly's not helping Paul," asked Bobby as the two guys hauled a wooden picnic table out of the pool.

"It's her birthday Bobby, she has to get ready for the big event tonight," he said in an impersonation of her voice, having obviously heard the excuse already today so she could get out of tidying up the aftermath of her party.

Bobby nodded silently, an idea developing in his mind.

 

The four of them had worked in the yard all day, the damaged panels of the fence were tied back into place, until Wayne could order new ones on Monday, everything was out of the pool and the plants from the garden which could be salvaged had been replanted into the soil. They had even made a valiant attempt to try and flatten and recover the lawn that had been torn up.

"I appreciate this Bob," said his Dad, as he clapped his hand on Bobby's shoulder. "Your mother couldn't face all this, she's worked hard in this garden and to see it all destroyed..."

"That's ok Dad, happy to help out."

Bobby was glad to see that both Wayne and Paul had come over to assist, even Wayne's wife Janice had come out with food and refreshments for them, showing him that the only bad apple was Jilly.

Their families had known each other for years, and Jilly had always been distant and aloof. Paul was nearer to Bobby's age and they used to hang out a little bit when they were younger, but these days they really only chatted when they saw each other over the fence in the back yard. Mister Taylor was a hard working, decent man, like Bobby's father, and he didn't deserve a pain in the arse daughter like Jilly. Bobby was convinced that Jilly knew exactly what would happen if she invited frat guys with kegs to her party, she was solely to blame for all of this. He did not even hold the frat guys responsible. It was all down to the little bitch next door, and it was time for her to pay the piper.

 

Bobby walked quietly down the street; he had made his way from his house into the next street and was now walking up the driveway to the Taylor's front door.

He reached up and pressed the buzzer for a second, and waited.

The door clicked open and Janice opened the door, realising who it was she smiled at him.

"Hi Bobby," she looked a little bit ashamed too. "I didn't get a chance to tell anyone earlier, we're really sorry for the incident last night. We really appreciate that your family has been good about it all."

"That's ok Mrs Taylor, it wasn't your fault."

Janice nodded her thanks, and then waited for Bobby to say something further.

"Do you mind if I come in, I popped over to say hi to Jilly and wish her a happy birthday? I've known her for years, and thought it was the right thing to do, even after last night."

Janice was going to say that now wasn't a good time, it was a family dinner, although Jilly had already thrown those plans out of the window by inviting her friends Mary and Alice along, who had, of course, shown up unannounced.

"Ok Bobby, come on in, it's almost time for the cake. You can help us sing."

 

Jilly looked up, and Bobby saw the look of annoyance cross her face. Quickly she grabbed her mother's arm and hauled her into the nearby kitchen, leaving Bobby to talk to her family.

"What is he doing here mother, he is such a loser."

"I've had enough of you Jilly, Bobby has known you for years. He kindly helped your father and brother clean up that disgusting mess your so-called friends caused, you can at least be civil to him and thank him for being kind enough to come over to wish you a happy birthday," her mother was almost seething with rage. "Which is more than you deserve after your recent behaviour!" Janice turned on her heel and walked out, leaving her daughter standing dumbstruck in the kitchen. Her mother had never spoken to her like that, ever. After a moment, she realised her mother wasn't coming back to apologise or anything like that, so she was forced to return to the dinner table.

 

Jilly walked in and found Bobby sitting alongside the place where she had been sitting, in an extra chair that her dad had obviously pulled in from outside on the patio. It was a plastic picnic chair, but Bobby didn't seem to care. It was probably normal for him, it was probably all they had at his house, and she snickered to herself at the thought.

Everyone was ignoring her at the moment, her grandparents on her mother's side were both chatting happily to Bobby, whom they knew from their many visits in the past. They hadn't seen him in years and were treating him like a long lost friend.

Her brother and father were grinning happily, also a part of Bobby's conversation and her mother was sitting arms folded, looking rather cross with her. Occasionally she would shoot death stares across at Jilly and her friends, and then would return to listening to the conversation.

Mary and Alice were doing their best to ignore Bobby; they couldn't believe that this loser was here, spoiling poor Jilly's party.

"So is your dad going to throw him out or what?" asked Mary, staring at the sub-human beast sitting on the other side of her friend.

"No, he's staying," said Jilly, icily.

"That really blows," Alice said, sending a look of disgust at the back of Bobby's head. "I can't believe that your parents could be so uncaring. It's your special day!"

"I know," lamented Jilly, knowing full well there was nothing she could do. Jilly smoothed down the frilly white skirt of her form fitting party dress, the bodice heaving as she breathed over-exaggeratedly to make her annoyance known.

"Stop that Jilly, you're not four years old, and you still won't get your own way now, any more than you did then" said her grandmother, fixing her with her steely gaze for a moment, before turning back to talk to Bobby.

"That is so unfair," said Mary, shaking her platinum blonde hair in disbelief.

"You're eighteen today, they should treat you like an adult," said Alice, doing her best to stoke the fires of Jilly's anger.

"When she starts behaving like an adult, then we'll treat her like one," said her grandmother, without even turning her head to look at them this time.

Jilly looked away from the table in disgust, folding her arms in anger.

"Now Jilly, that pouting makes you look ugly and gives you wrinkles," said her grandfather, looking at his beloved granddaughter.

"Grandpoppy, they're all being horrible to me, on my special day," she whined in the little childlike voice that used to work on them when she was small.

"Sorry dear, they're right. You're behaving like a spoilt child. Carrying on like someone has stolen all of your presents just because one of your friends came over to wish you a happy birthday."

"He's not my friend!" spat Jilly, she couldn't believe that anyone would associate her with this loser.

"Jilly, stop that at once young lady. You're just being rude to try and show off in front of your girlfriends. It doesn't make you sound like a grown up and it impresses no-one." Her grandfather turned away from her as well as he was also disgusted with her behaviour, and he too rejoined the conversation with Bobby.

He couldn't remember when he'd last spoken to Bobby, but for some reason he was extremely interesting and he certainly didn't want him to leave the party any time soon.

 

Bobby smiled, he was enjoying Jilly's discomfort, and he could feel her mind reeling from the fact that she thought her family was turning against her in favour of this... neighbour. Mary and Alice were also a pair of spoilt little bitches who also thought they were better than everyone, and Bobby was enjoying upsetting them too.

He knew they disliked him, but Jilly usually tolerated him as they lived behind each other. Today she was being forced into a corner; she couldn't even appear to tolerate a loser in her home, not in front of her friends. If she did, it would be the fastest trending topic on twitter in their neighbourhood within the hour after her friends had left. Mary and Alice wouldn't be able to tell people quickly enough about how Jilly had had a loser over for her birthday dinner.

Paul and Bobby laughed at her, Paul could see his sister squirming and he loved it as well. His sister thought she was someone special; something more than she was and he loved watching her discomfort. And his grandparents were certainly not going to let her put on any false airs and graces, they would quickly cut her back down to size, and she could do nothing about it at all.

 

Wayne stood up, laughing at Bobby's story, and pointed up at the clock, it was time for the cake.

He tapped his knife on the side of his wine glass, quickly getting everyone's attention and they all quietened down.

"Thank you for coming everyone, to Jill's grandparents for coming all this way," he smiled at them, and they nodded happily. "And for others for coming not so far," he grinned at Bobby, and everyone but the girls laughed.

"Today is my daughter's 18th birthday. Today she is an adult so we're here to celebrate this event, and wish her many more happy years with us all," he kissed his daughter on the cheek, who had stopped pouting once she realised she was the centre of attention again.

"Although if we have a repeat of last night ever again, she might be leaving us a bit sooner than she might hope," they all laughed at her, and she pouted again.

Paul dimmed the lights and then returned to the table, as they all started to sing the happy birthday song, Janice walked out of the kitchen carrying a large cake, in the shape of a Guess handbag.

The cake was placed down on the table in front of Jilly; large 1 and large 8-shaped candles were burning alongside the icing decorations shaped like a Visa card and a MasterCard on the base of the tray.

Jilly smiled her thanks, and leant forwards, blowing out the candles. Everyone cheered her, and she smiled happily as her father slid the cake further along to her mother so that it could be cut up for everyone's dessert in a moment.

Janice gave a quick speech, followed by some lovely words by both of her grandparents, Her father made mention of her other grandparents who were no longer with them, and then Paul told a funny story about her when she was five. She was of course totally horrified by her brother, and anything he had to say about her younger self.

Mary stood up and began a speech as well.

"Jilly, you are the best friend in the whole world. Alice, you're the best too, but it's Jilly's birthday, ok?" her friend nodded to her so she could continue. "We always have the most hilarious times together don't we? Do you remember the time at the mall when there was that fat guy with glasses? And he so totally wanted to ask you out? We laughed so hard at him, remember how he nearly tripped over his own shoes when he tried to run away like a little boy?" all three of them snorted in laughter. Mary continued. "Then there was that other time when we tried out for cheerleading squad..."

"Oh shut the hell up," Bobby stood up, not being able to stand it any longer. "We can all actually feel our brain cells dying while listening to your bimbo ramblings," Bobby looked to everyone else for support and they all nodded, except Alice and Jilly who were stunned.

"I'm sure somewhere out there, there's a support group for people like you three, people who want to hear the vacuous opinions of cheerleaders as they congratulate each other about how fantastic they are, and what a great time they had when they made someone else's life miserable..."

"Hold on a minute, this is my birthday..."

"Jilly, shut up! You don't speak now! You either Alice, Mary," said Bobby, motioning that they should zip their lips. All three of them now found that they couldn't talk any longer.

"We've all heard far too much from people like you, and we're all sick of it."

Everyone else at the table nodded their agreement, her grandfather even said "Hear, Hear," in support.

"You! You selfish, spoilt, little brat," he pointed angrily at Jilly. "Did you even bother to look at the mess your stupid party caused last night? Did it occur to you at any point, that it wasn't a good idea, and that you were actually doing damage to something that someone else had worked hard for?"

He saw the blank look on her face; she had no idea what he was talking about.

"If it doesn't directly concern you, then it's not important. Is that it Jilly? Well you're damn lucky you didn't find your sorry arse in a jail cell last night. It's only thanks to my father and your father straightening things out with the cops that you didn't find yourself sleeping on a metal bench. Have you even said sorry to your parents?"

She looked stunned; the thought had never even crossed her mind.

"Something to say?" asked Bobby.

"It wasn't my fault, those guys did it..."

"Enough! We don't want your feeble excuses; no one is buying your bullshit. You knew exactly what those frat guys would do with a keg of beer or two; you hoped to have the most memorable party ever, didn't you? Apologise to your parents right now, and you can come over and apologise to mine later on."

She sat for a moment, arms crossed like a petulant child.

"If you can't take responsibility for your own actions and want to behave like a child, then perhaps you should be treated like one. Go and stand in the corner, now!"

Alice and Mary looked shocked that this was happening, how could he stop them speaking, and who did the little freak think he was to speak to Jilly like this.

Wayne and Janice looked pleasantly surprised as Jilly suddenly stood up and walked over to the corner.

"Face the wall, and think about your actions," Bobby commanded.

"Wow," said Paul, amazed. "How did you do that man?"

"Let's say I'm appealing to her better nature, it was hard to find though, it's buried deep within her."

"We should have done that a long time ago Janice," Wayne said to his wife, and she nodded her agreement.

"As for you two," Bobby turned to face the two cheerleaders. "What on earth could make you think that turning up to a family dinner without an invitation is acceptable?"

Mary looked up at him. "Jilly invited us," Mary managed to get out after Bobby let her speak.

"Well it's not up to her! This is her parent's house, and this is her parent's food. They worked hard to provide for that little cow over there, and she has no say over what happens here!"

"Well said young man," agreed the grandfather.

"I think you two are just as rude and spoilt as she is, and I think you're both as thoughtless and as proud of your own spite as she is too. I think all three of you deserve a lesson," Bobby turned to stare at the birthday girl's back as she faced the corner. "Jilly come and sit down, you could at least get over here and pretend to listen to me while I'm making your birthday speech."

Jilly came back and sat down, still unsure as to what was going on, she glanced at her friends who were dumbstruck too.

Bobby stood behind her, like a proud relative, and placed his hands firmly on her exposed shoulders.

"I've known Jilly for many years now," Bobby looked down at her, glancing straight down the bodice of her white party dress, into her cleavage. "We've been neighbours and we've been friends. I've even watched her grow up," he said as he slid his hand down over her shoulder and into the bodice of her dress. He slipped his hand over her c-cup tit, and gave it a squeeze. "Some parts of her, more than others," they all laughed as he wobbled her breast around inside the dress.

The three girls were horrified, her family was letting this guy grope her tits, Jilly couldn't stop him for some reason, and her family weren't even bothered by it.

"Being an adult though, means taking responsibility for your actions, and sometimes you have to take the consequences too," everyone nodded in agreement, and the three cheerleaders became even more worried.

"Firstly, birthday girl, you have to give me some retribution for stealing my Sunday, which I had to spend cleaning up your mess."

Bobby pulled a single seater lounge chair into the room from the sitting room nearby. He beckoned Jilly over, and for reasons unknown to her, she did as she was told and walked over to him.

"Climb up there, on your knees up on the chair, facing the back," he pointed at the wall away from the table.

Jilly climbed up onto the chair. "What are you going to do?" she asked worriedly.

"When girls are naughty they get punished, so I'm going to smack your bottom."

Paul hooted in amusement, and all the other members of her family nodded their approval.

"You can start by holding this skirt up for me, madam," he said to her as he shoved her forwards, pressing her face into the upholstery of the chair. This caused her to lean forwards, pushing her buttocks back out towards him. He scooped up the frilly skirt and bunched it up past her waist. He grabbed her hands and made her hold it in place. A moment later she felt her white, lace, thong panties slide down her butt cheeks, over her thighs and down to her knees, resting on the seat cushion.

"Ten of the best is what naughty girls get."

Without waiting a second, he let fly with a resounding slap on her left cheek. Immediately a red handprint appeared on her white skin, and she desperately wanted to let go of her skirt and rub her stinging cheek, but she couldn't for some reason, her hands wouldn't obey her mind.

Bobby gave the other cheek a slap, and then followed it with two more on each cheek for good measure. He could see the lips of her pussy peeking out from underneath, between her thighs.

"That's six, feeling sorry now?" he grinned, enjoying the view of her reddening backside.

She nodded, desperately wanting him to stop. "Yes, I'm sorry Bobby."

"Good to hear," he said as he gave her another slap on each cheek.

Her arse was red and quivered each time he struck it with his hand. Everyone was enjoying this, watching little miss bitch being taught a lesson. Paul couldn't wait to see what happened to the other two bitches when Bobby got his hands on them too.

"Last two," said Bobby as he gave her two more slaps in rapid succession.

"Now did I mention that you also owe both your father, and your brother some time for today too?"

She shook her head desperately. "Please no! I'm so sorry."

"Mister Taylor, I think she owes you ten too, would you like to do the honours?"

Wayne looked at Janice to see what her reaction was and she nodded to him.

"Ok," he said and moved in to take Bobby's place behind Jilly.

"No, Daddy, no! Please," she begged.

Wayne slapped her arse, hard. "This, is, exactly, what, you, deserve," he said, punctuating each word with another hard slap on the arse. "No, respect, for, your, mother, and, I!" he finished with another hard slap across both of her cheeks.

Jilly was sobbing, her face buried into the chair as her arse cheeks burned, and had turned bright red.

"A few extra there Bob, but what the hell hey?' grinned Wayne as he sat back down.

"You're up Paul," nodded Bobby to his friend.

Paul rubbed his hands together; the little bitch was going to get it now, no mercy.

Paul said nothing as he approached her, she didn't sense him coming, as she was too busy crying and feeling sorry for herself.

Paul let loose with a rapid fire series of slaps, he rained them down on both of her cheeks in succession, moving from one side to the other in a flurry of blows.

A moment later her brain registered what was happening, her head snapped back and she let out a shriek of pain. She looked back over her shoulder.

"Paul, no! Please, stop it now!" she begged her brother.

"Sorry, can't do it, Bobby's orders."

He was over his ten, but he gave her a few more for good measure anyway.

"Ok Paul, enough," laughed Bobby. "You don't want her to bleed on the nice chair do you?"

Paul smiled back and returned to his seat.

"Ok madam, return to your seat. Leave your panties and dress where they are, you can put your bare arse on the chair, and it'll remind you of your actions."

Gingerly she climbed back off the chair, shuffled over to the table with her panties around her knees, and managed to slide herself back into her chair. As soon as her arse touched the cool wooden seat she nearly shot through the ceiling, before lowering her stinging cheeks back onto the chair.

"Ok Mary, you've got so much to say about everything that doesn't concern you, you can go next."

"What? I'm not doing that," she was mortified by the very thought.

"You come in here with your bimbo friend Alice, uninvited and steal food from Mister and Mrs Taylor. I think that deserves some punishment. Now get up here!" Bobby pointed at the chair.

Mary stood up, her sleek, shiny, blue, knee-length party dress hugged her figure as she moved over to the chair. She was thinner than Jilly, with only a b-cup sized rack.

"Get up there and stop dawdling," Bobby instructed her.

Mary climbed up onto the chair, and Bobby stepped in behind her. He grabbed the hem of her dress and slid it up over her thighs, over her arse and left it around her waist. She had matching blue lace panties on, and he pulled them down to her knees just as he had done to Jilly.

"Who wants to punish Mary for taking your dinner without permission?" he asked, looking between Janice and Wayne.

"Oh go on Jan, you've never really liked Mary anyway," said Wayne.

Janice nodded, and stood up.

"I haven't done this before Bobby, you might need to give me a hand," she smiled as she tried to line her hand up with the girl's arse. She pulled her hand back and guessed at how much force she needed to use. She slapped Mary on the arse, but really only gave her a light slap.

"Harder than that Mrs Taylor," laughed Bobby. "She won't have even felt that."

"Yes I did," whined Mary, hoping she could keep them all as nice and light as that one.

"Ok," said Janice with a more determined look on her face. She gave the cheerleader a sudden hard slap, which brought a squeal from Mary.

"That's the way," said Bobby. "Give her ten like that one. Really let her know how annoyed you are."

Janice started slapping Mary's arse, working her way back and forwards across the succulent rear, quivering in front of her. One cheek and then the other had a red handprint forming on it, shortly to have another imprint a moment later.

Mary had tears running down her face, in all of her 18 years she had never had anyone raise their hand to her, let alone spank her.

Janice finished and stepped back, showing the glowing red arse to everyone at the table.

A light round of applause from everyone except Jilly and Alice, rang out through the room.

"Well done Jan, that's the way," congratulated Wayne.

Alice was numb, there was no way these people could think this was normal, and she guessed that she was about to be next.

Mary shuffled her way over to the chair and lightly placed her red buttocks down on the chair, wincing as her flesh made contact with the cold, hard seat.

"Ok, Alice, now," Bobby pointed at her and then the chair. No discussion was to be entered into, she could see that, so she slowly got to her feet and made her way over. She knew the routine and climbed up on the seat.

Bobby ran his hands up her outer thighs, under the loose pleated skirt of her red dress. He flipped the skirt up, almost covering her curly crop of long, dirty blonde hair. He shoved her forwards, pressing her d-cup tits into the chair as he did so.

"Ok Mister Taylor, you next?"

Wayne thought about it for a moment, and then shook his head.

"No, I've had a turn already. Share the love, I say. Why don't you give Bill a turn?" he pointed at Jilly's grandfather.

"Me?" asked Bill. "Are you sure Wayne?"

"Yeah, go on, have some fun Bill."

Bill turned back to look at the girl as his wife started shoving him to get up.

"Go on Bill, teach the little bitch a lesson," said Lesley, his wife.

Bill didn't need any more encouragement, so he got up and made his way over to the chair as quickly as he could.

It had been a few years since he'd had the fun of spanking a girl's arse, and the 18-year-old's arse in front of him was quite tasty. She had a nice sized butt, not one of those ones that are straight up and down and flat, hers had some shape to it, a bit of meat on her bones.

Bill let fly with a slap, grinned at Bobby as a red handprint appeared on the lily-white skin of her arse cheek.

"Owww," she yelled. She had hoped that Jilly's grandfather would be decrepit, but unfortunately, he wasn't.

"Don't know how many I can do like that Bob, but I'll do my best."

Bobby nodded and Bill continued to slowly work his way around Alice's arse. He had obviously done this before as he was making sure not to hit the same area twice, he was giving her entire arse a nice red tinge.

Bill managed the ten slaps, and then stepped back, admiring his work.

Janice clapped and came over to her dad, putting her arm around his shoulder.

"Well done Dad, I remember that all too well," she laughed, as did everyone else, except the three naughty girls. "You've taught that rude young lady a lesson, I'd say."

Bobby grabbed Alice by the back of her neck, and turned her tearstained face around to look at Bill.

"Well what do you say? Did he teach you not to be rude?"

"Yes, I won't be rude again," she managed to get out, her voice hoarse and dry from screeching while she had been spanked.

Bill smiled and returned to his seat.

"Well done Dear, I'm proud of you as always," his wife beamed happily at him, full of pride and love, even after all these years.

"Back to your seat," instructed Bobby as Alice slowly clambered off the chair.

"We haven't cut the cake yet," Paul reminded everyone.

"Yes Paul, thanks for noticing. Here you are Jilly, please cut your cake," Janice handed her daughter the knife and sat back down.

Wayne continued to take birthday snaps with the new digital Canon SLR camera he had been given for his birthday earlier in the year.

"Hope you got some good shots of those ladies over the chair," suggested Bobby.

"You know I did," grinned Wayne, giving him a high five.

Everyone was waiting, staring at Jilly as she continued to sit there, slowly turning the knife over in her hand.

"Hurry up young lady, we do not have all day," said Lesley, her grandmother.

Jilly stood, exposing her naked arse to Bobby again, and leaned forwards over the table to reach the cake. Bobby pulled her chair out so he could get a proper look, as she bent forwards, fully exposing her arse and pussy lips to anyone behind her.

She cut the cake and let go of the knife, leaving it in the cake. Suddenly she felt hands on her hips, and she was spun over, landing on her back on the table.

Looking up she could see Bobby moving between her legs, and as she desperately tried to get up, she found she couldn't.

"Let me up," she pleaded. "Please don't do this."

"Time to pay for your transgressions to my family," snapped Bobby as he slapped at her thighs to get them to move further apart so he could get in between them. He reached up and grabbed hold of her top, pulling it down to expose her bra-less, naked, shaking breasts to the entire room.

He groped both of them again; one in each hand, enjoying the feel of her flesh as he squashed them between his fingers, and manhandled them.

He let go and moved his hands back down to her waist.

"Well as you can all see, Jilly is all grown up. Now she's going to give me a present on her birthday."

Noises of agreement went around the table, as Bobby knew it would. He enjoyed these occasions when he had a pre-prepared audience like this, they had started off under his commands and then had built on it with their own minds, and they were now appreciative and encouraging.

"Leave her alone," ordered Mary.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you two," Bobby hissed at them ominously.

Mary decided it might be best to shut up, and leave Jilly to her fate.

Bobby unzipped himself and pulled his cock out, Janice whistled in appreciation as she saw it.

"Nice hunk of meat there Bob," she grinned at him. "Think yourself lucky Jilly," her mother said to her from her chair.

"Help me," begged Jilly.

"Oh grow up dear, it's only a cock not a chainsaw. I'm sure you've seen them before."

Bobby slid his cock up and down her lips, her thighs quivering in fright, and he began to slide it into her. Moving forwards as he pulled back on her hips to slide her towards him, he was inside her in an instant and her arse was hanging over the edge of the table.

"Daddy, please," she begged as she felt Bobby started to slide in and out of her pussy.

"Not a virgin, if anyone was wondering," Bobby announced to her family.

"See dear, I thought as much," said Janice to her upset daughter. "What are you carrying on about? Bobby's got a nice sized cock, just lay back and enjoy it. I would be, if it were me," her mother advised her.

"Oh would you just," joked Wayne as he gave her a playful slap on the thigh. "Watch out Bobby, the cougar next door has her eye on you."

"I do not!" she laughed, and gave her husband a slap back.

"Paul," moaned Bobby, enjoying himself. "Which one do you want buddy?" he indicated Mary and Alice with his head.

Paul realised what he meant, and thought about it for a second.

"I think I'll have Mary riding on the end of my cock," Paul stood up and made his way around.

"No!" yelled Mary as she tried to jump up to escape, but found she couldn't.

Jilly couldn't believe her birthday was going this badly. She stared around, as Bobby was riding her body into the table. Her cake was alongside her head, abandoned by everyone except her grandfather. He had cut himself a piece and was happily eating it as he was watching Bobby defile his granddaughter. Her grandmother sat happily watching it all too, and occasionally she would laugh or point something out to her husband as the show continued.

Alongside her she felt movement and turned her head to see that Mary had been laid down alongside her. Quickly she saw her brother free Mary's tits from her top, and start groping them as he slid his cock into her pussy with one hard thrust.

Mary groaned in shock, and then she started moving back and forth in parallel to Jilly, as Paul started pounding away at her.

"Not a virgin either," yelled Paul to their audience.

"Well, who's up for Alice? Wayne or Bill, or do you have a strap-on Janice?" asked Bobby playfully as he continued to screw Jilly over the table.

"No I don't," giggled Janice as she threw her napkin at Bobby's head.

"I'd love to Bob, but I don't think the old ticker would handle it," said Bill sadly.

"Well I guess it's down to me Jan," Wayne said looking at his wife for approval.

"You'd better get over there then, you big lug. I bet she's not a virgin either, but you'll show her what a real cock is like, honey."

Wayne wasted no time, and a moment later Alice also found herself on her back, alongside her two friends.

Janice was immediately alongside them, watching her husband as he pulled the girl's dress out of the way and lined himself up at her defenceless pussy. With a hard shove he slid inside her, and groaned happily.

"Is she tight?" asked Janice, reaching over and giving her husband a big, deep kiss.

"Yeah, damn tight, sweetie," he grinned back at Jan as she let go of the lip lock.

"Virgin?" she asked, and her husband shook his head no.

"Not a virgin either everyone, I was right, I should have put some money on it," she grinned and turned back to her husband. "Don't suppose anyone would have bet against me though."

Wayne smiled up at his wife, as he worked his cock in and out of the girl on the table beneath him.

"So you'll need to see if you can loosen her up a bit then dear. Maybe we'll have her over for dinner again in future, and I'll buy that strap-on," she licked her lips wickedly at her husband as he fucked the 18-year-old friend of their daughter.

"Naughty girl," he groaned at his wife, and continued fucking Alice, he was so turned on by his playful wife that he thought he might fuck the arse off her too, later on tonight.

"Look Wayne, you're not doing it right," scolded Janice as she reached up and took hold of the top of Alice's dress.

"Please don't," begged Alice as she realised what the older woman was about to do.

Janice pulled the top down, exposing the big tits of the girl, ignoring what Alice was saying to her, taking the last shred of her dignity away.

"The other guys whipped their titties out straight away, try and keep up dear," she cooed, as she took hold of her husband's hands and pulled them up to grope Alice's great tits.

"Thanks dear," he groaned as he started mauling Alice's breast meat.

"Look! They've all got matching Brazilian wax jobs," noticed Janice as she looked down the line, pointing and laughing at them. The three friends had all gone out and gotten waxed together, a girl's day out sort of thing.

"Look, they've only got a little strip of hair left," Janice reached down and flicked Alice's tuft of hair around with her finger, before coming into contact with Alice's clit on the way past.

"That was great Jan, hit her clit again!"

Janice wanted to please her man, so he happily flicked Alice's clit again.

"Good dear?"

"Yeah that's it, she squeezes my cock each time you do that!"

Janice moved along and reached down between Paul and Bobby.

"Here you go guys," she reached out and gave both Jilly and Mary's clits a flick with her finger; she waited a second and did it again.

Both Bobby and Paul groaned happily.

"Thanks Mrs Taylor," moaned Bobby as he enjoyed the spasming muscles of Jilly as he pounded her pussy.

Bobby suddenly pulled out, and flipped Jilly over. He pressed down hard with both hands, spreading her arsecheeks apart and holding her in place at the same time. He lined his cock up with her arsehole and pushed forwards.

"No!" screeched Jilly as Bobby's cock started to invade her arse.

"What are you doing Bob?' asked Janice, jumping over to him to see. "Ohh, I think you might have found a virgin hole there Bob."

She moved up to her daughter's head. "Good to see you haven't let them fuck everything yet Jill."

Jilly groaned, unable to think of anything to say back to her mother, she just couldn't understand why her parents were letting this happen.

"Grandpop," she managed to utter.

"No dear, I'm not into that sort of thing. Maybe I'd do it with one of the others, but certainly not with you Jill. Just concentrate on looking after the young man who's already fucking you," he ordered.

Jilly groaned at her grandfather, he had intentionally mistaken what she had said for an invitation to fuck her arse, and she was embarrassed.

Paul had seen what Bobby had done, and he wanted to fuck Mary's arse too, he had not managed to convince any of his girlfriends to let him do that yet, so like any eager young guy, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.

He slid out of Mary, leaving her gasping in relief for a second as she thought it was over. Then he spun her over and held her arse cheeks apart to expose her vulnerable arsehole. Quickly he jammed the tip of his cock into it and began to force his way inside her arse.

Mary screamed in pain, and everyone applauded appreciatively.

"Think you got a virgin arsehole too bud," said Janice as she clapped her son on the shoulder and watched him plough Mary's arse for a few moments.

"I'll have to keep up dear," Wayne suggested, nodding his head towards the guys alongside him at the table.

"Go for it hon, take your one and only chance at it, you'll never be sticking that thing in my arse."

Wayne nodded and pulled out of Alice's cunt. He flipped her over and as Janice held her arse cheeks apart for him, he started to work his helmet into her resisting anus.

"No!" groaned Alice in a guttural wail, like she'd been stabbed in the stomach.

"How's that feel babe?" Janice moved behind her husband, wrapping her arms around him, groping his chest through his shirt as he fucked the cheerleader's arsehole.

"Unbelievable, it's so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum in her any second, I just can't take it."

"At least give her a few more shots first, don't be a pussy," she demanded as she reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock shaft, cupping his balls at the same time.

Wayne shoved his cock in and out of Alice a few more times, desperately trying to hold on. Then as he could stand it no longer, he rammed his cock all the way in and started to spurt his cum into the depths of Alice's arse.

"Do you feel that, bitch," snapped Janice as she slapped Alice on the arse as her husband flooded the girl's arse with his come. She moved down alongside Alice's head, enjoying the look on her face, and then moved her lips up to the girl's ear. "You made my husband cum in your slutty arse, you little bitch," she stood back up and gave Alice another couple of hard slaps on the butt before turning and kissing her husband deeply and passionately.

"We should definitely have Jilly's friends over more often," he grinned.

"You wish, pal," she turned back to continue tormenting Alice as Wayne pulled his cock out of her arsehole.

Paul and Bobby were both groaning too, both ready to come in the tight little arseholes that were working over their cocks.

Janice heard their groans and quickly crawled up the middle of the table, shoving the cake out of the way.

Sitting between both couples, she reached down over the backs of both girls and began to slap their arsecheeks, hard. She watched as Paul and Bobby both continued to slam into the tight cheerleader's arses, slapping their toned butt cheeks with her hand as she watched the guys empty their loads into Jilly and Mary.

"You nasty, naughty girls, you both let these guys butt-fuck you, and now your arses are filled with their hot, squelchy sperm," she tormented them.

Bobby and Paul both pulled their cocks out and left the two young women lying on the table alongside their friend.

Bobby admired the view of three red spanked arses, all abused, slowly leaking come down from their anuses onto their thighs.

The guys returned to their seats, and took the wet towelettes Janice handed each of them to clean themselves up.

"What a mess you've made boys," said Janice gleefully as she walked along behind the cheerleaders, running her fingertips across their sensitive butt cheeks, one by one.

"So who wants some cake?" she asked as she dropped back down into her seat.

 

Jilly's grandparents had to drive a fair way to get home, so they had headed off early. They'd wished everyone a good evening, wished Jilly a happy birthday as she lay immobile, leaking come down her inner thighs, and then headed out to the car.

Bobby realised it was getting late and decided he'd better head home too.

Saying good night to the family, he walked along the line talking to the three girls.

"Jilly," he said, giving her a slap on the arse and then shoving his finger up her pussy to get her attention. "Do as your parents say from now on. Go and get a decent job, find some better friends, and don't have any more parties. Oh, and come and apologise to my Mum and Dad tomorrow, or else I'll be back."

Bobby moved along to Mary, and inserted a finger in her snatch too, giving her arse a hard slap.

"Got your attention?" he asked, as she nodded frantically. "Good. You will improve your behaviour and be a better person. You'll do anything Paul, Wayne or Janice ask you to do, and I do mean anything. Oh, and you won't come here again, uninvited."

She nodded and was grateful to feel his finger slide out of her.

Lastly he stopped behind Alice. He slapped her on both cheeks and shoved his finger between her pussy lips, into her pink depths.

"Alice, you will also improve yourself, you will not come here uninvited and you will do anything Paul, Wayne or Janice ask of you."

She nodded. "Yes sir," she whispered hoarsely.

"Oh and one last thing, that guy you were all so rude to at the mall. All three of you are going to go and find him. You're going to be very apologetic to him, and then you'll go back to his place to make it up to him. You will give him the foursome of his life and you'll let him do anything he likes to you, for as long as he likes. You can only leave once he's completely satisfied. Maybe after that you'll choose to be nicer to people in future."

The three of them nodded and made affirmative noises, while the horror of the situation ran through their minds.

"And I'll be checking up on you, so take some pics for proof. I want action shots with your faces and his too. So when you've done that, come here and let Janice know what happened in every detail, leave the pics with her, and then she'll let me know, otherwise I'll come back to punish you all further. You have one week to make amends with him."

They nodded frantically now, and Janice was smiling evilly at the thought of it all.

"I'll be off then, have a great night everyone."

Paul was lifting Alice off the table, and heading off towards his bedroom with her, Jilly was sobbing as she slowly slid to the floor, and both Janice and Wayne were ogling Mary's backside, Wayne's cock becoming erect again.

"You want to fuck the other one dear? This one has better tits, let's watch them swing beneath her. How about doggy style on the kitchen floor?" asked Janice just as Bobby closed the door behind himself.

A successful evening and he looked forward to seeing Jilly coming to sincerely apologise to his parents tomorrow.

He might make her apologise to him again too, perhaps in the pool this time.

 

Copyright 2011 Victor Ramierez

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